Triple Black Desire, an Erotic Novella (First Time Taboo Agency Book 1)

by Lulu Cherry

  It was going to be glorious!

  His long thick powerful fingers wrapped around that mighty black shaft of his. He pumped it furiously.

  And then, at last, it began to happen. A massive rope of cum shot out. It pelted me right in the face!

  It stretched from my eye to my lips. It fell right over my nose. I could smell it and it smelled delicious!

  But he wasn't even over yet. There was more coming. He was still coming!

  Rope after rope of wonderful cum continued to pelt me in the face. He was coating me in it. He had so much of it.

  And I'd done that to him!

  At last, he was just standing there holding his cock. Relaxed. His mouth hanging open. He sighed.

  "Shit!" He said.

  I smiled at him. My face was completely drenched in his cum. I must have looked as if someone had splashed a milkshake in my face!

  "That was good. That was real good," he said.

  He actually sounded just a little shaken.

  He straightened himself. He let go of his cock. He moved his hand out toward me. He touched my face.

  He let his finger slide down. It accumulated cum as it went. A big thick gooey drop of cum. I opened my mouth eager for it.

  He pushed it right in!

  My lips went around his finger. I sucked on it. I tasted the cum excitedly. It was a salty, metallic taste.

  I swallowed it. It was delicious!

  "Shit, Scamp, you are good," he said.

  I actually felt proud!

  He looked around for something. He didn't find it. He then pulled off his tank top. He handed it to me.

  "Not that you don't look good, Scamp, with my cum all over your face. You surely do. But clean yourself up," he said. "We gotta move onto the next stage here."

  I did what he said. Using his tank top I wiped off his cum as best I could. As I began to recover I tried to understand what fever had just overtaken me.

  I had no idea!

  Number One watched and waited as I cleaned myself. He pulled his own jockey shorts and jeans back up. He zipped his fly and buttoned his jeans.

  His actions actually made me feel disappointed. I wanted to keep looking at his lovely big black cock.

  I wanted that cock again, and I was going to get it!

  Seeing I was done, he took his tank top from me and tossed it aside.

  "Now stand back up, and let's finish this examination," he said.

  I stood up. The excitement of his cock had left my legs weak. I smiled at him now. He smiled back at me.

  "Good girl, Scamp," he said.

  His hand went to my shirt. I didn't move. He casually unbuttoned each of the buttons on my shirt. Then he removed the shirt entirely.

  He looked at my bra for a moment. Then with quick and nimble fingers he unsnapped it and removed it.

  He then looked at my breasts more carefully. His deep soulful eyes taking in an eyeful of them.

  Then his hand came up.

  He cupped the underside of one of my breasts. His fingers were hot, his touch experienced. He slid his fingers upwards.

  "You have some nice tits," he purred in my ear.

  "What are we gonna do next?" I asked in a barely audible voice.

  "Excuse me?" He said.

  "I just ..." I mumbled.

  "Did I say you could fucking speak?" His voice thundered.

  "No," I said.

  "Now listen here, Scamp. I like you. I do. But this shit is getting serious. From here on out, you don't speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

  I nodded.

  "Good," he said.

  He then went back to examining my breasts. Again he cupped the underside of my breasts. This time he used both his hands on both my breasts.

  He hefted them up as if weighing them in the palms of his hands.

  "Oh, you got good hooters for a white bitch, Scamp," he said.

  His fingertips felt silky and hot as he let them slide against the underside of my breasts. They were magic fingers.

  He slid them in half circles back and forth around my nipples. As if my nipples were nobs.

  He touched secret sensitive places I didn't even know I possessed.

  My nipples hardened. My legs weakened.

  Suddenly he cupped both my breasts. His fingers pushed deep into my two cushions. The pressure became a kind of pleasure.

  "You feel that?" He said.

  I nodded in approval.

  "Yeah, it feels good, don't it?" He said.

  It did.

  Then he let go. He cupped my breasts again, moving his hand this way, and then that. The pleasure was excruciating.

  Then his hands slipped back under my breasts. Just like before he slightly hefted them up. He held them slightly aloft.

  At that point, his thumbs came up. They moved to my nipples. He pushed my nipples down playfully.

  It felt so good!

  And then his thumb tips began to move in circles around my nipples. The sensation drove me nuts with pleasure.

  I was gasping for air at that point.

  "Please," I said.

  "Please what?" he said.

  "Please, taste my tits," I said.

  "Who am I?" he said.

  "You're Number One," I said.

  "Damn right I am!" He said.

  He then squeezed my breasts!

  His fingertips bit into them. It scared me. His hands were so strong they could have easily ripped the flesh from me.

  If he squeezed even just a fraction harder he'd be doing real damage. But he just held me like that.

  "Now what do you say?" He said.

  I didn't know what he wanted. Part of me was panicking.

  "Please, Number One," I said.

  "Please, Number One, what?" He sneered at me.

  "Please, Number One, lick my tits," I gasped.

  His eyes met mine then. He had such fierce eyes. Eyes like a Tiger!

  But his hands softened. His head slipped down. Then, at last, I felt it. His mouth went toward my tits.

  My breathing was so ragged then. I could barely get enough air.

  At last, I felt his lips on one of my nipples. His thick lips spread out. The whole top of my breast was surrounded by his mouth.

  Then his tongue landed on my nipple. I felt like a junkie getting a shot of heroin. The touch of his tongue electrified me!

  At first, he pressed it down on my nipple. Then he sloshed it back and forth. And finally, he moved all around it with his tip.

  I could barely contain myself!

  The pleasure was so intense. He drew his lips up a little. He sucked. I thought it was impossible, but the pleasure only increased!

  Then, his teeth began to enclose my nipple. They entrapped it.

  He began to apply a steady and increasing pressure, even as his tongue continued to fleck across the nipple.

  I let out the tiniest of screams. I moaned. What was he doing to me?

  It was beyond incredible!

  At last, he released the bite he had on my nipple. I actually felt disappointed. But then he went to my other breasts and he repeated the entire process over again!

  I was so damp then. My pussy had never been so excited before, and he hadn't even touched me there!

  At last, his mouth moved away from my breasts.

  He said in a low menacing voice, "I could eat breasts as fine as yours, Scamp. We'll do that later."

  I smiled at the thought he took so much pleasure in my body.

  Then he took both my arms. He twisted them behind me so that they hurt. His big chest pushed up against my breasts. He looked down at me.

  "Are you going to say, thank you?" He said. "For what I just did?"

  "Thank you," I gasped dreamily.

  "Goddammit!" He growled.

  "Thank you, Number One," I said.

  He calmed.

  "Better," he said.

  His hands went to my waist then. He slid them down. He found my jeans. He moved toward
my button fly.

  I wanted his cock so badly. Yet, no boy, no man, had ever seen my pussy. Instinctively, I jerked away.

  He grabbed me and pulled me back toward him. His eyes even more on fire.

  "Don't fuck with me!" He growled.

  He got down on his knees then. He grabbed my jeans. He literally pulled by button fly apart and then ripped the jeans loose from my body.

  He pulled them down to my ankles.

  "Step out of them," he commanded me.

  I did exactly what he asked. I was scared of him as much as I was attracted to him. What would happen if I angered him too much?

  "Now take off your goddam panties," he said. "You said you was a virgin. Let's have a look. Or do I gotta rip those off, too?"

  "No, Number One, I'll do it," I said.

  I so much wanted to please him. I so much wanted to show him I would comply with whatever he wanted.

  I reached for my silk panties. They were actually stuck a little to my pussy because of the dampness. I pulled them down. Then I stepped out of them.

  "Bend over, show me that ass of yours," Number One said.

  Despite everything, I hesitated.

  "Now!" He bellowed.

  I did what he said. I bent over.

  "Lower yourself. Widen your legs," he said.

  I did exactly as he asked. Still, he prodded my legs apart a little more.

  Then I felt his massive hands on my ass. He slid them down my mounds. He did this slowly, clearly savoring the curves of my ass.

  "Very nice," he said in that deep voice of his.

  His fingers next went to my crack and traveled inward, as once again his palms smoothed themselves down my ass.

  He carefully pulled my cheeks apart as he examined my asshole. This excited me in a manner I'll never be able to get into words.

  "That's a tight ass," he said. "Why you so tense, Scamp?"

  His finger then touched my anus. He moved it around a bit, all around the rim. Then I could hear him take that finger and pluck it in his mouth.

  It came back to my anus then, wet with his saliva. He again moved it around my anus. It was slippery and made me shiver.

  For just a moment he poked it in, then slowly withdrew it. I let out a shudder and a soft moan.

  "Well, don't worry," he said. "When my cock gets in there, that's gonna loosen you up good."

  Both his massive hands then came to my waste. He turned me around so that I was facing in his direction.

  Even with him on his knees, he still seemed tall!

  He winked at me then continued with his examination of my body.

  I knew that he wanted a good look at my pussy.

  One of his hands went to my ankle and slid slowly up my leg. Then it was there, right at the top beside my privates. He pushed outward on my legs.

  "Come, a little farther apart," he said.

  I spread my legs farther apart. He let one of his massive arms come around the small of my back.

  "Lean back," he said. "Let me see your virgin pussy."

  I did what he said. He was so strong. With just his arm around the small of my back, I was rock solid steady.

  He then took a good long look at my pussy.

  "Shit!" He said. "You said you was a virgin and all, but damn! That's one of the finest cherries I ever did see."

  His free hand then moved in. His finger traced an outline all around my pussy.

  I shivered! Gooseflesh broke out over my whole body.

  No one had ever touched me there. Let alone a big muscular black man I didn't even know. But his touch felt so good!

  His finger moved up and down one side of my pussy lips. So carefully, so tenderly. He knew exactly what he was doing.

  I was so wet!

  His finger moved to the other side of my pussy and did the exact same thing. Just barely it touched my pussy lips.

  I shuddered!

  At this point, my lower lips were actually trembling.

  Everything was so intense. So surreal. Joy, fear, pleasure, terror and a million other emotions all mixed together and washed through me!

  Who was I?

  I realized I didn't know. I'd never known. Until now. I was the virgin that this man's big black cock was going to ravish!

  I wanted this huge muscular black man to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me hard!

  I didn't want him to spare me any mercy. I wanted him to totally ravish me!

  For now, it felt like he was simply toying with me.

  His fingertips now crept along the inside of my pussy lips. Oh, God, the pleasure. His fingertips actually skimmed my cherry!

  Then, they found my clitoris!

  The tip of his index finger landed on my clitoris. It then just lay there on top of it.

  It promised so much, yet, at first, it gave nothing.

  He kept me breathless like that, waiting, wanting, desperate.

  "Now beg for it," he said.

  "Huh?" I whispered.

  "Beg for it, Scamp!" He bellowed.

  My whole body shook at the tone of his voice. I suddenly felt so scared. So at his mercy.

  But he barely moved, his fingertip just resting there on my clit.

  Then I did it. I begged him for it.

  "Please, Number One, please," I gasped.

  "Please, what?" He growled.

  "Make your finger move. Get me off. Please, Number One, please," I said.

  And just like that, his finger began to move. At first, he just pressed it down, increased the tension.