Gentrified

by Kirsten McCurran

  Jess was concerned that she’d missed her chance. This was not the Winston she was used to, always eager to banter and flirt. He was cool, like he wasn’t sure she was worth his time. She understood. He must have felt she was playing with him, maybe to tease Kyle, or maybe just to make herself feel better. It didn’t help that Kyle had spilled her secrets, and she didn’t trust that her husband had been entirely truthful. She couldn’t be sure of what Winston knew about her. She might have to prove herself to Winston, but she wasn’t sure how—beyond the obvious.

  The obvious was appealing. He was in his usual uniform of a ribbed white tank top—unfortunately nicknamed a wifebeater—and loose basketball shorts. It impressed her that he didn’t try to impress anyone—not that he had to. His thick, muscled arms and chiseled dark chest were on full display and impressive as ever. Jess caught herself staring and had to look away. She’d never felt such an impulse before, to just stare at a man because she found him so sexy. She finally understood the way men stared at women.

  “You wanted to talk about last night,” Winston prompted.

  She turned quickly and the dress came up and nearly flashed her bare butt.

  “I know I’ve been all over the place lately, and I know that might have given you the wrong impression—or not…”

  “The wrong impression?”

  “Maybe not. I know Kyle talked to you about me.”

  Winston looked genuinely surprised. “What did he say?”

  Jess felt her cheeks flushing and felt foolish. It was ridiculous to blush after everything that happened, but this was not an easy confession to make. “I know he told you about…about my infatuation. But you probably guessed, y’know, based on things.”

  “I knew something was going on, Jessie, but I wouldn’t presume. You’re a married woman.”

  “Yeah, I know. I’ve just been… I don’t know.”

  Jess knew she was babbling, and she was embarrassed.

  Winston came closer to her. She felt him soften.

  “I could tell you wanted something, but I would never push. Yeah, at first I thought you and Kyle were playing some weird game. Some couples do that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Sometimes they get off on flirting with the danger, having the wife tease another man, it gets things going in the bedroom. But you just don’t seem like that.”

  “It’s not really like that,” she said, although that wasn’t entirely true. “I don’t want to be a tease.”

  “No?”

  “I know that’s not fair.”

  They were only inches apart now. Jess felt short of breath. Her heart pounded. Her feeling went beyond simple desire. She needed him. It was an intense physical need. It frightened her, and Jess wanted to run away, but she was rooted to the spot. She touched his chest. It was so hard, so strong. She flattened her palm and felt his heart beating too. He wanted her too.

  “Does Kyle know you’re here?”

  She nodded, staring up at him. Making eye contact was frightening too. She felt like he could see her every thought. He had to see how badly she wanted him, and it made her feel like a tramp. Her mother had always told her a proper woman was never too eager for sex. It was unseemly to show a man you wanted sex, but Jess knew it was written all over her.

  “So maybe you are one of those couples, looking for some excitement,” he teased, brushing her arm and fingering the spaghetti strap of her flimsy dress.

  “I don’t know what Kyle and I are looking for. It’s all a jumble.”

  “So what are you looking for Jessie?”

  He pulled the strap from her shoulder and it dropped down her arm. The dress folded down on one side, dangerously close to exposing her.

  “Don’t you know, Winston?” Her voice was breathy, barely above a whisper.

  “Maybe, Jessie. But you need to tell me.”

  “But…”

  “Say it, Jessie. Tell me what you want.”

  Jess didn’t vocalize her answer, but instead slipped the strap from her other shoulder. The dress fell, catching on her stiff nipples for a heartbeat before floating down her body to puddle around her yellow, four-inch heels. Even those heels made her feel tiny in front of Winston. He stared at the dark pink caps of her tits and a tiny smile creased his lips, but he did not move. He was serious. She had to say it. Jess didn’t know if she could.

  “Winston…”

  “Jessie…”

  He brushed her nipple with his knuckles. She shuddered. His thumb teased the other nipple and she gasped, feeling weak in the knees. Fingers trailed down her flat tummy and over her smooth mound, but just a glancing touch that missed her lips. Jess wanted to scream. Winston was still clothed, but she was nude, except for her heels, standing in his living room. She had never felt so exposed. She had never been so wet. Could he feel the damp heat from her pussy with his fingers so close? She bit her bottom lip in that nervous way she always did.

  “Take me upstairs,” she said softly.

  He still just looked at her, but his smile was broader.

  “Take me to bed and fuck me, Winston.”

  It didn’t sound like her voice. Jess would have sworn the words came from someone else. She had never been so brazen. Apart from dirty talk with her husband, she had never said such a thing. Only a whore would say that to man. Jess could hear her mother’s tut-tut. But Jess didn’t want to be that good girl anymore. She wanted to be dirty. She wanted to be nasty. She wanted to be a whore. Tonight, she wanted to be Winston’s whore.

  “I thought you’d never ask, Jessie.”

  He grabbed her and kissed her.

  ~~~

  All these months, this was the moment Winston had been waiting for. The night before had been fun, and if Jessica hadn’t stopped him Winston would have fucked her right there on the work bench, but this was what he really wanted—what he’d been working for these past months. He wanted Jessica to come to him and give herself to him. And here she was, standing there nude before him. He almost couldn’t believe those words came from those sweet lips. Take me to bed and fuck me.

  Winston was not surprised to see his beautiful blonde neighbor on his doorstep. Kyle had called earlier. The poor guy sounded completely torn.

  “Dude, we have to talk,” Kyle started, the moment Winston answered the phone.

  “Is this about last night?” Winston tried to sound cool. He was prepared for this. Jessica wasn’t the type to keep their hook up from her husband.

  “No. Yes—and no. Jess told me what happened.”

  “Are you pissed? It just sort of happened, man. Jessie and I have been playing this game, and it got real.”

  “No. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter now.” Kyle’s words came out in a rush.

  “Chill, man. It’s all going to be okay.”

  “She’s coming over. Jess. She’s coming to see you.”

  “Now?”

  “I don’t know, dude. She didn’t say. But she told me she’s going to see you, and…”

  Winston knew damn well what the and was, but he wasn’t going to push the man. Kyle had to come out with it on his own. Winston could only imagine what was going on in Kyle’s mind. Did he even understand what he wanted?

  “She’s coming to see you,” Kyle repeated.

  “Are you okay with that?”

  “I told her I was. I told her to do it.”

  “I don’t know what to say. Thank you? Is there anything I can do to make this be what you want?” Winston asked.

  “I don’t really know what I want, but thanks.”

  “I’ll treat her with respect, man. I’m not going to treat Jessie like a cheap whore—unless you want that.”

  “Just make it good for her. I want her to have a good experience.”

  “Do you want to hear about it afterward? Do you want video or anything?”

  “I’ll let Jess take care of all that. Just be what she wants.”

  “I can do that. And don’t worry, I know who she belongs
to. I’m not looking to steal your wife.”

  “Just fuck her,” Kyle said, a hint of mirth in his voice.

  “Oh yeah, I’m going to fuck the shit out of her.”

  “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.”

  Knowing she was coming made it easier for Winston to play it cool when Jessica knocked on his door. And now that she said those seven magic words—take me to bed and fuck me—he was ready to get down to business.

  Winston carried her to his bedroom and laid her on the bed. She leaned back on her elbows and watched as he shed his clothes. His thick erection stood out proudly, pointing at Jessica like an accusation. She stared at it like she was hypnotized. He hated to play into stereotypes, but he’d seen this too many times from proper white girls like Jessica. They had just never seen anything like his prick before and they stared—either with fear or hunger. He couldn’t read what was in her eyes. If she were Nicole, he would just grab her head and feed her his cock, but he didn’t want to be that rough with Jessica—at least not yet.

  Jessica grasped his cock, her fingers barely closing around it. Her hand looked impossibly pale on his black shaft—darker than the rest of his ebony skin. He loved the imagery, and it was one of the reasons he liked seducing white women. And he preferred women. In his experience, girls were easy, but women were a challenge, and they were worth it. Jessica was fully a woman, not a girl.

  She tugged on it a couple times before adding a second small hand. Winston was content to stand there and let her explore. He did not want to scare her away again, and he couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t bolt. Her lips were slightly open and the tip of her tongue peeked out between them. she stared at the wide, flared head and then teased it with her fingers, making him squirm. She was good with her hands, and he wondered if a good girl like her was the hand-job queen back in high school. Jessica was too nice to send her dates home with no relief at all. A fat drop of precum formed on his head and she smeared it all over with her thumb.

  Winston pushed Jessica back and joined her on the bed. She opened her arms and he fell into them. Their kisses were slow and almost sweet. He tried to keep it at a simmer, even as Jessica’s passion grew. She kept trying to slip her tongue into his mouth, but he would pull back, frustrating her. He knew she was horny, but he wanted her desperate. He wanted her ready to beg. He played with her perky tits while they kissed and she moaned into his lips. Her nipples were obviously super sensitive and he loved the way she squirmed when he toyed with them. It made him want to taste them.

  Jessica writhed all over the bed when he worshiped her tits. He massaged her breasts and sucked and licked those tender nipples. She cried out and gasped his name. She clung to his shaved head. He tugged on her nipples with his full lips and she whimpered his name like a plea. He flicked with his tongue and she arched her back, trying to force her breast into his mouth. Jessica reached for his cock, but he was too low on her body, she couldn’t reach it. He teased her wonderful tits until they were so sensitive she begged him to stop, but by then he was ready to move onto another target. His tongue left a trail down her flat belly as he moved to his real target.

  He loved that her mound was shaved smooth. That made it easy to kiss and lick all around her lips. She twisted on the bed, tossing and turning to get his tongue where she really wanted it, but he held her slim hips and kept her in place. He would taste her when he was ready.

  “Winston…” she begged.

  “You want me to lick your pussy, don’t you?”

  “Yes…please…the teasing…it’s too much…”

  “I’m just getting started, Jessie,” he said, between kisses.

  “God…please…just do it…”

  Winston was pleased with her begging and he stabbed his thick tongue between her lips. She gasped, then cried out when the tip found her clit. She was drenched, flooding his mouth, and he didn’t think she’d even had an orgasm yet. He didn’t think she got this wet for her husband. That pleased him. His thumb pushed into her while he licked and sucked and Jessica wailed.

  “Mmm…mmmm…Winston…mmm…god…”

  He rolled, pulling her with him. Her body flipped and she was on top of his head, her cunt right in his face. It was an awkward angle at first, making it difficult to lick her, but she was motivated and she got her elbows underneath her, then pushed up on her hands. Her lithe body was bent like a comma, supported by her hands and her pussy on his mouth. He didn’t just want to lick her pussy while she was on her back. Kyle probably did that. He wanted to make every moment memorable. Had Jessica ever even ridden a man’s face before? His strong hands applied suitable pressure and she leaned back, pushing off with her hands. She was now properly sitting on his face, and he went to town.

  That humming moan of hers became a constant over the wet sounds of his licking her pussy. She was sweet and tangy. She tasted clean and Winston happily devoured her. He pressed his thumb into her again, this time up inside her, and she rocked on it, riding it like it was a cock pressed inside her. She arched her back and held onto his head, riding his mouth hard as he brought her close to her climax—the first of many for the night.

  ~~~

  Jess stared up at the cracked ceiling and swore it was spinning. She climaxed so hard on Winston’s tongue that it snatched her breath away. Her silky blonde hair hung back and tickled her shoulders. This was the first time she’d ever been in this position. Of course she’d had crude boys in high school and college tell her she could sit on their face, but she never had a boyfriend try it. Winston was so strong he just put her there and she went with it.

  She teetered on top of him and Winston held onto her waist, controlling her fall as she slipped from his face and back onto the bed. He covered her body with his, and Jess eagerly kissed him. Her juices tasted so strongly in his mouth. She didn’t kiss Kyle often after he went down on her, but she’d never minded it. Now, she was excited by tasting herself. It was a reminder that another man had just made her come, and how badly she was behaving.

  Jess reached between them and grabbed his heavy cock once more. She felt the shaft twitch as she stroked it. Her fingers only closed around it if she squeezed tightly, but she didn’t want to hurt him.

  “You want it, don’t you, Jessie?”

  She nodded, her lips pursed.

  “You know I want to hear it, baby.”

  God, he was so demanding. His strength was intoxicating. Winston was so completely in charge. Jess couldn’t deny him anything.

  “I want you,” she whimpered. “I want you inside me.”

  He kissed her and stroked the smooth skin of her cheek. It felt like he couldn’t stop touching her, and it made Jess feel so desired. “Do you think you’re ready?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t want it to hurt.”

  “It’s not going to hurt, Jessie. I’ll take care of you.”

  Winston slipped two thick fingers inside her. Jess was so full, and yet those fingers could not be as big as his cock. She pulled his fingers inside her pussy and flexed around them. Her hips moved of their own volition.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, nails digging into his granite bicep.

  “I’m going to make sure you’re nice and ready.” He kissed the side of her neck.

  “Mmm…”

  “You’re so fucking wet, Jessie. You fucking need it.”

  “Yes…please…”

  “Tell me you need it.”

  “I need it, Winston. Please.”

  “You want my cock?”

  “Yes…” she begged.

  “My big, black cock?”

  “Oh god…Winston…”

  Hearing him say those words was so dirty. Jess felt guilty that they had such an effect on her. She wasn’t racist, yet she couldn’t shake that taboo. It was hotter because he was a strong black man. It went against everything she was taught, and that made it so wrong…so dirty…so hot. Jess knew she was a cliché, but she was so horny in that moment that it didn’t matter.

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p; “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  She shook her head. “I can’t. It’s wrong.”

  “I want to hear it, Jessie.”

  “But Winston…”

  Winston took his fingers from her cunt and she felt an immediate sense of loss. She wanted to be filled by him. Jess needed him inside her. She had to have him. Jess felt lightyears from her husband.

  “I can’t, baby, please…”

  His cock pressed to her lips. He spread her open, and it took her breath away. Jess gripped both his arms and stared up at him, wide-eyed. Winston stared down at her, and she could see he desired her, but she also saw he was resolute. He was not going to go further until she did what he demanded.

  “I…want…it…”

  “That’s it, Jessie. Tell me what you want.”

  “I…want…” she desperately stammered. “I want your cock…”

  Winston rubbed it against her lips. Jess gasped. Her entire body buzzed with need. She’d never felt anything like it. She thought she might come again before he even put it in her.

  “I want it! Give me your big, black cock!” she begged, losing all resistance.

  Jess didn’t know what to expect. She thought he might just slam it into her, but he gently pushed inside her. His head blazed a trail, opening her wide as it pushed deeper and deeper. There was only a brief flash of pain, and despite the incredible tightness, Jess was so slick that he easily guided his fat shaft inside her. Her mouth hung open and she closed her eyes. In that darkness, her entire world became that huge cock impaling her. The little bit of pain didn’t compare to the pleasure of her entire pussy being stimulated at once. And Winston was still pushing inside her.

  “That’s it, Jessie. Nice and easy, take that black cock. Relax and take it deep, baby,” he cooed.