Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Staci stayed there on her knees, leaning back till her head was on the table, her belly up, undulating rhythmically, her breasts shimmering to the music. She began to pulse her wetness open and closed in time to the beat. Small pulses of wetness began to flow from her opening in rhythmic waves.
Staci was almost in sub-space as she worked her delicate body, endeavoring to entice the men. The men were so engrossed in watching her small white pussy open and close, like a teenager chewing gum, that they scarcely noticed the arrival of the new girl.
As they watched, in their minds every man there could feel his own hard naked cock being massaged by Staci’s perfect little pussy. The primitive animal instincts within the males began to surface as they watched a fertile and available female express her sexual need. Her body’s animalistic drive to receive their potent, viable sperm was indisputable. Her primitive dance of sexual need was undeniable.
The sound of an amplified voice resounded through the room. “Are you ready!!?? . . . . Are all you men ready to bid for that little pussy you are watching so intently?” There was a soft chuckle as Wendell watched the men lick their lips in anticipation of having his little woman. “Well, my friends, I know for sure she is ready for you! Just look at that body! Just look at those breasts!”
Staci shimmied her breasts as she stood up, then slowly turned around so everyone could see her naked perfection.
“Is everyone ready to start the bidding?” Shouts of “Oh yeah!” and “Get it done!” seemed to punctuate the general murmuring of assent. The roiling crowd all seemed to be pushing to get closer to the pool table where the small white woman was standing.
Staci looked down at faces that stared at her body with unbridled lust. Her sense of being desirable, of being attractive to men again filled her with a renewed self pride. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘They want me, they ALL want ME. I am a desirable woman. I am sexy!’ She smiled. Her relief at rediscovering her sense of self-worth caused tears to briefly cloud her vision. The rejection she felt for over a year every time her husband chose his porn over her love had hurt so deeply. But she realized now that it was not her. These men wanted her. They ALL wanted her. It had not been her, it was her husband that had been at fault. Her injured heart of hearts thrilled at that awareness.
A voice that Staci did not recognize began to talk through the loudspeaker. “Ya’ll know what this money is goin to right? Ya’ll know that we be helping our friend here. . . . . Ya’ll know that a year ago our brutha los his wife after a long fight with cancer. And for sure ya’ll know how much it costs to get medical done these days.” A loud surge of supporting comments rumbled through the crowd. “Ya’ll be generous now! Our brotha brought us a gorgeous woman that wants to help him get outa debt too. She be willin to let us have her favors if we hep pay for Wendell’s med bills. Ya’ll here to help our brotha now? Huh? Tell me brothas, tell me now, ya’ll here to help our brutha out now?”
The crowd was yelling their support for Wendell and the solution to his financial dilemma.
“All right then! The first auction here for our . . . .. . tell me now Wendell my brutha, tell me what we be calling this little lady tonight now, . . . . .I don’t want to be calling her anything that she don’t want to hear, now.”
Staci thrilled as she heard Wendell yell out “That lil woman is ma whore now. She wants ta help me by being my bought and sold whore!”
“Alright then,” the stranger’s voice continued, “This here beautiful little white whore wants to give a blow job to the first man that can afford her lil mouth. Now I am starting this bidding by bidding two thousand dolla! Cause let me tell ya, that purdy little mouth looks like it can swallow all I got! And ya’ll know what I got now don’t ya?” The crowd exploded in laughter. A series of resulting snide cat-calls brought even more laughter from the men.
“All right then, go ahead and laugh jus cause I’m not hung like our brutha Wendell here.” The laughter and cat calls rose to a thunderous cacophony.
“Now jus be kind to me ma friends! Any one want to up my little starter bid here? Look at that sweet mouth there!” He pointed at Staci’s blushing face. As the men stared at her mouth, the man walked over to the pool table she was standing on and in a smooth cat-like move, jumped onto the table top. He walked to Staci and put his arm around her. “Kiss me lil darlin. Let me kiss those sweet lips so’as I can tell the brutha’s here how sweet your lips are!” He leaned down, pursing his lips. Staci knew this was her queue. This was the next step as she became the whore she fantasized about being. She wanted to experience the desire of man after man, to feel each one’s need to intimately have her body.
Yes, this was how she had promised to help her friend to pay his debts. It was time. It was her time. . . . . To feel the culmination of her fantasies. Before she died. Before she was too sick to enjoy them.
Staci threw her arms around the man’s neck, then raised her hips to his, wrapping her legs around his hips. There was no noise in the room as she kissed the tall man with the softest and most tender kiss she could conjure, her hips and pelvis softly humping his growing bulge. The stranger made no move to withdraw from her obvious suggestion. She felt his crotch continue to harden. He kissed her even more deeply. She felt her own libido rising even higher. The crowd began to get plaintively restless, as though their crotches were beginning to chafe. Still they kissed. Jeers began to sound, impugning the stranger’s intentions as his tongue caressed hers. Staci finally ran out of air and had to relinquish the joy of this man’s delicate attentions.
Someone in the crowd yelled “My god man! How was it? We even need ta ask?”
The man just stood there, rather dazed. Finally he raised the mic to his mouth and said in a low sexy voice. “Three grand.” The crowd went berserk. Staci glanced furtively at the man’s crotch. There was the undisputable evidence of her effect on him, his loins were very obvious.
“Any other bids before I gets ta have this incredibly sweet mouth on ma black dick?”
There was a brief pause then someone yelled “Thirty one hundred!” Staci could feel her body responding to the distinct implication that her mouth was a highly prized object. The very idea that they were bidding these huge dollar amounts just to spew their cums into her mouth caused her honey pot to ripen.
“Now ya’ll know that this sweet little woman does swallow, right?” The crowd groaned.
“Thirty two hundred!” Staci could not believe they were bidding these amounts for one blow job from her. That was more than she earned in three months at her old job. She could not help but fantasize about suckling a nice black cock as it got hard and began to pulse as she caressed it. Her wetness began to collect within her.
The tall stranger again raised the mic to this mouth. “Thirty five hundred guys, les stop beatin round the bush. This purdy young lady got no bush to beat around, did ya’ll notice? She be as bare as a baby’s bottom. Turn around sweetheart, let these men see that fine little kitty a yours!” Staci raised one hand gracefully above her head, and with the other reached down and inserted a finger between her little lips. She could feel her own rampant wetness. As she turned slowly, she gently rubbed it up and down as their eyes were glued on her slow motion masturbation. As she finished her sensuous turn, she brought her finger to her mouth, inserted it, then suckled it deep into her mouth, moving it in and out between her pursed lips as if it were a penis.
Following a deep collective groan, “Four thousand!” rang out.
“Forty one hundred!” Staci suckled her finger in and out as she smiled at an imaginary face above her.
“Forty Five!”
“Five!” The man with the mic again had control of her future actions. Staci looked at him again, and smiled, thinking ‘I am going to enjoy this, he is cute!’
Staci heard several men moan “Oooooooh Shit!”
‘All that money for a blow job!’ From HER! Staci could not believe it. Then she smiled, ‘For Wendell!’ she thought. Then her mind turned to her beloved husband. ‘Bobbi, please baby, where are you? I need to know you’re OK and I need you here baby. Please show up’ Tears filled her eyes.
Reluctantly she forced herself to trust his love.
“Any more bids? I want this bruthas! I want this BAD now, ya’ll hear me now?” The tall strangers grinned his most infectious grin at the assembled crowd, his eyes searching from one face to the next, daring them to out bid him.
There was a long silence. Staci moved to kneel before him. His bulge was still growing as she watched it at face level. She licked her lips as she stared in awe at the crotch of her first paid trick. This was really going to happen, and he wanted her! He clearly wanted her! With her body flooding wetness, she reached up to open his fly. Under the fabric was a steel rod, waiting to be loosed for her pleasuring.
“Ten Grand!” There was not a sound as all heads turned to look at the new bidder.
“Awwwwwwwwwwww Shit, now, King, now what you wantin to go do dat for?”
The King walked through the crowd then gracefully hopped up onto the pool table. Reaching over, he took the microphone. He stood there a minute, obviously the natural leader of these assembled men. Staci remembered that Wendell had told her that a man named ‘The King’ had a penis larger than he did. Staci’s face went white as she continued to kneel before the man that had kissed her, her white little hands still on his fly.
As the whole room watched, The King began to speak. “Now you all know that our brutha here needs two hundred thirty thousand dollars, right?”
The crowd nodded.
“How many men we got her tonight? Wendell do you know?”
The bouncer at the door yelled “Thirty seven countin’ you King!”
“Thirty seven men. . . . . . Thirty Seven BLACK men that know how to work, how to be good friends, how to help a friend that is down and in need. . . . . .. . Am I right? . . . . . .Am I right about that now?”
Again the men nodded.
“All right then, I was doin’ the math on the way over here. I was doin’ it in my head, so Cal, you’re an accountant, you tell me if I got it wrong now. But it seems to me that so far we have done mighty good. Lets see, we have raised thirty seven thousand dollars already with you all buying your way in here tonight, right?”
Cal nodded.
OK then, I just bid ten grand for the first auction, right? Where does that put us Cal?”
Cal thought for a scant few seconds, then “One hundred ninety three thousand, King.”
“All right then! Good job so far! Now here is where we prove we are real men, . . . . .. and good friends! . . . . . That leaves about fifty two hundred dollars if each of us could pay our share of what is left. Now I know that is a lot, and not many of us have it in our pocket tonight. Am I right about that my friends?”
There was general nodding and consent among the men, and a few disgruntled gestures.
But now what if we were to be able to come with up that money over time? Like, lets say three years? Cal, what does that give us if we were to say, take out a loan and pay it off. How would our payment be if we borrowed fifty two hundred dollars, and paid it back over three years? Less say I can find a loan for you all that charges no interest!”
Cal, always the accountant, pulled a small calculator out of his shirt picket. He punched the keys for a few minutes then finally said “A hundred fifty bucks a month.”
“What you think my friends, is that becoming a little easier to swallow? Just a hundred and fifty bucks a month for only three years.” A few men nodded. “But hey now! What if we could all even make a better deal than that?”
“What choo mean by dat King?”
“I mean what if we could get his bills down lower than the . . . .. what was it again Cal? Two hundred thirty thousand?” Cal nodded his head.
What if we was able to get that down to say a hundred a month for each of you fellas to pay? Could we all do that for our friend? Remember now, Wendell has been to most of our houses and helped us with things. Picked us up when our cars were broke. Just think about how long you known Wendell, and tell me there is a man here that he has not helped out when we really needed it. Raise your hand if Wendell has never helped you out sometime.”
Not one hand went up.
“A’right then! We ALL been helped by Wendell. Now how can we not help him when he needs us?” The King looked from face to face. No one shrunk from his gaze. “All right then, here it is. You all know my wife got lucky with the lottery a few months back. I feel like the good lord done helped us so we could help Wendell out. SO . . . . here is what I think we otta do. Y all with me?”
The men all leaned forward to listen.
“I think if a BJ with this fine woman is worth ten grand, then using her behind is worth at least thirty grand, don’t you?”
“Aint’ no one her cept you cain afford dat King!”
“Exactly my point my friend! Exactly my point!”
Everyone looked at each other with confusion.
OK, I’ve hawged this mic long enough, so here it is. I am going to pay thirty thousand of Wendell’s bills for getting to use his fine little woman’s ass! Then, . . . .. . I am going to pay fifty thousand of Wendell’s bills to cum in her fine little white pussy. And I am going to pay that before your shares come out. AND! . . . . ” The men again leaned in to listen. “AND! The hospital agreed to write down eighty four thousand some dollars off his bill today.” The Kings lips parted in a huge smile as he beamed at Wendell. A gold tooth sparkled in the spot light.
The men buzzed between themselves about that welcome news.
“Now I know all you men came here tonight thinking you were going to get a piece of fine white ass tonight, right? Maybe even end up being the daddy of her child?”
There was a combined chuckle as the crowd tacitly admitted their lust to each other.
“Now let me ask you sumptin, little lady. You still willing to service all these fine men tonight?”
Staci, totally in awe of what was happening , nodded mutely.
“Well alright then! Here is the deal guys! I am goin to pay all of Wendell’s bill that remains to the hospital. IF! And listen me now my friends . . . . .IF! Each of y’all will each pay me twenty five dollars a month for three years to take care of YOUR half of Wendell’s bill. I pay half, y’all pay half. Do we have an agreement here? Now wait, before you answer me, let me tell you now, I think we can talk this fine little woman here to allow us all to enjoy her periodically until she is definitely with child. Am I right there little missy? Would you let these fine men enjoy your favors a couple times a month if they paid Wendell’s bills off? At least until you are carrying our baby inside that sexy little belly of yours?”
Staci looked at Wendell and could see his tear filled eyes. She raised her eyebrows in question at him. His eyes were socketed on hers. He nodded his head slightly.
Staci turned to The King and took the microphone. In a voice half filled with her own tears, she said “If you guys will do that for Wendell, you can all fuck me till I can’t walk . . . . Starting tonight, and lasting until it would be dangerous for our baby. Deal?”
The place erupted in excitement. The new girl stood there motionless, dumbfounded, her pretty mouth open in utter disbelief.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Eight
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
As Staci stood there, the music suddenly silent, her perfect breast exquisitely exposed to all the collected men, her eyes surveyed the adoration they all obviously held for her, the sexy little white woman in the midst of a room full of horny, virile black men. They all knew that sometime tonight, their virile sperm would enter her, unfettered, and stay within her belly long enough to swim through to her womb. They all knew she was fertile. They knew she wanted to be bred black..........tonight. Bred black by their very own hard black cocks. This information had been distributed both on the internet, and on hand delivered posters, for over a week now.
Not one of them would ever know for sure that their sperm was the lucky one that had impregnated her. But they all had their own, individual, manly fantasy. Each man present knew how much money he had in his pockets. Each hoped it would be enough to win one of the auctions, and then be able to say that “Staci did me first!”
The music started again, this time a slower number, more sensuously seductive.
Staci moved slower now too, taking her time to introduce her newly bared marvelously white breasts to the men. She moved close to the men, allowing them to kiss her naked cherry-red, hard, erect nipples. A few men took the liberty to suckle their red arousal as she held them there, steady, for them to enjoy. Her flat hard tummy and hips continuously undulated forward and back in suggestively available sexual movements. Her transparent, sodden panties were soaked beyond redemption. Staci knew it was time to lose them as well.
Standing again, Staci began to fondle her hips, her buttocks, her white breasts with their erect and aroused nipples, and her little wet lips. Holding each man’s eyes, Staci hovered, dancing just beyond their reach now, as she pressed her middle finger further and further into her saturated cleft. Her folds yielded, parted, and soon her tiny panties were again inserted deeply into her sopping wet pussy.
Flirtatiously fucking her finger into her body, and then slowly withdrawing it, one by one she searched their faces for someone to feed her wet finger to. Choosing a short handsome well built man in the front row, she undulated sensuously to him, offering him her finger freshly wetted from her needy folds.
His face flushed a deep reddish brown beneath his dark skin. Mesmerized, his eyes followed her finger’s slow journey toward his mouth. His eyes crossed as he tried to watch it nearing his face. He inhaled deeply, drawing the sweet musky scent of her body into the core of his being. His nostrils flared, his eyes closed, then as if under a spell, his mouth slowly opened. Leisurely she fed him finger full after rewetted finger full of her stimulated essence. His mouth made love to her finger as if it were her hard clittie he was suckling. The well built young man began to unconsciously move his hips in a fucking motion.
The handsome young man had been saving his sperm within his testicles for a week now, hoping the sheer volume of his unleashed, accumulated primal sperm would insure that it would be his cum that would successfully breed this beautiful little white woman whose pictures of her naked beauty, for over a week on the internet, had been so accessible to his rampant fantasies. At long last he could actually smell his fantasy, actually taste her, see her. She was real tonight, and she was flirting with just him. All of the other envious men, his cronies, were watching her flirt with him, feeding HIM her pussy juices with her long white fingers. His breathing rate shot up. His sexually deprived body could no longer deny itself. He came hard, spurting, long fecund ribbons of his own cum, of his carefully saved essence, into his trousers.
As the humiliated man stood there staring at his saturated crotch, Staci moved on, looking for another mark, a trick, a John to seduce for her pimp’s profit. A man that would breed her black.
Staci began to lose hope that Bobbi was coming.
Rising, she began to slowly work her pantaloons lower and lower on her hips as she danced. The men began to clap and cheer as they realized she was now, at long last, stripping for their pleasures. Every eye was glued to her undulating pussy now. Slowly her hands worked the gauzy fabric lower and lower.
Accosting the eyes of one of the men standing in the front row, she silently dared him by winkling her eyebrow and flashing her eyes, to join her in removing clothing. Without hesitation the man unfastened his belt. Staci danced to him and as she lowered her pantaloons, he lowered his trousers. Loud cheers of support went up. Other men unzipped and joined the randy action. Staci was soon surrounded by a room full of men, naked from the waist down. 'They' were all pointed directly at her delectable body. And every one of them was fully aroused. There was no doubt possible regarding their desire for her body. She feasted her eyes on the copious feral banquet laid out before her. Her mouth began to water, her pussy began to leak copiously, and her breathing became gasps of need. Her sense of self worth swelled.
Touching the single-tied bows that rested on her newly naked hips, she slowly pulled the tie strings on one side, then the other. With one long slender middle finger, she held her panties in place, the sides of the tiny triangle hanging loosely but still covering her body. Then, suddenly she moved her legs apart. The thong string that had been between her perfect, hard buns fell, hanging straight down between her legs, like an arrow pointing at her need. The men groaned in unison when the tiny sodden translucent triangle of cloth hung here, still covering the very part that they most desired to see. Her little money maker was now one finger away from being possessed by their lascivious eyes.
Reaching behind the tiny wet pussy panel of her undies, Staci inserted a finger deep into herself, then pulled it back out and brought it to her lips. She kissed her finger tip lovingly, then slowly licked the length of her finger as she watched the men’s enraptured faces. Over half of the men opened their mouth as she did. Some even pushed their tongues out even as she did, so engrossed by her actions that it was as though they could taste her juices, . . . . . . even as she did.
Staci slowly twirled around. She raised the string that hung down from her sodden panties in her fingers, pulling the tiny piece of fabric that covered her sweet cleft out further and further from her body. The men began to hunker down, trying to see up under it as she turned.
Staci slowed, then stopped twirling. Then, still undulating her hips and belly, she kneeled, then slowly bent over backwards in the center of the pool table. As her head touched the table behind her, she slowly raised that last finger from her panties. But the teasing stubborn cloth did not slide from her body. To the men’s frustration, Staci’s pussy lips stayed stubbornly shielded, her nearly translucent panties held there only by gravity.
One of the men tried to blow the fabric off her cleft, but he was much too far away.
From within the crowd a voice was heard to say, “GAWWWWWWWD DAMN! How da FUCK can she do dat? Cain’t one yo close sons-a-bitches reach dem fuckin thangs? Pull dem undies off dat little whore’s cunt! Are ya hearin me up dere?”
Smiling at the comment and its portent, Staci began to pulse her hips up and down even as she was bent over backwards, her white jiggling breasts riding high near her shoulders, her erect red nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Her tummy muscles rippled erotically with her undulating movements. The music stopped just as Staci relaxed her thighs, spreading them slightly further apart, and with the dying strains of the last note, the tiny triangle of cloth dropped to the top of the pool table, exposing her widely opened, very wet, and very ready whore’s cunt to her first Johns.
Over thirty men exhaled “OOOOOOH FUCK!!!”
As Staci stood there, the music suddenly silent, her perfect breast exquisitely exposed to all the collected men, her eyes surveyed the adoration they all obviously held for her, the sexy little white woman in the midst of a room full of horny, virile black men. They all knew that sometime tonight, their virile sperm would enter her, unfettered, and stay within her belly long enough to swim through to her womb. They all knew she was fertile. They knew she wanted to be bred black..........tonight. Bred black by their very own hard black cocks. This information had been distributed both on the internet, and on hand delivered posters, for over a week now.
Not one of them would ever know for sure that their sperm was the lucky one that had impregnated her. But they all had their own, individual, manly fantasy. Each man present knew how much money he had in his pockets. Each hoped it would be enough to win one of the auctions, and then be able to say that “Staci did me first!”
The music started again, this time a slower number, more sensuously seductive.
Staci moved slower now too, taking her time to introduce her newly bared marvelously white breasts to the men. She moved close to the men, allowing them to kiss her naked cherry-red, hard, erect nipples. A few men took the liberty to suckle their red arousal as she held them there, steady, for them to enjoy. Her flat hard tummy and hips continuously undulated forward and back in suggestively available sexual movements. Her transparent, sodden panties were soaked beyond redemption. Staci knew it was time to lose them as well.
Standing again, Staci began to fondle her hips, her buttocks, her white breasts with their erect and aroused nipples, and her little wet lips. Holding each man’s eyes, Staci hovered, dancing just beyond their reach now, as she pressed her middle finger further and further into her saturated cleft. Her folds yielded, parted, and soon her tiny panties were again inserted deeply into her sopping wet pussy.
Flirtatiously fucking her finger into her body, and then slowly withdrawing it, one by one she searched their faces for someone to feed her wet finger to. Choosing a short handsome well built man in the front row, she undulated sensuously to him, offering him her finger freshly wetted from her needy folds.
His face flushed a deep reddish brown beneath his dark skin. Mesmerized, his eyes followed her finger’s slow journey toward his mouth. His eyes crossed as he tried to watch it nearing his face. He inhaled deeply, drawing the sweet musky scent of her body into the core of his being. His nostrils flared, his eyes closed, then as if under a spell, his mouth slowly opened. Leisurely she fed him finger full after rewetted finger full of her stimulated essence. His mouth made love to her finger as if it were her hard clittie he was suckling. The well built young man began to unconsciously move his hips in a fucking motion.
The handsome young man had been saving his sperm within his testicles for a week now, hoping the sheer volume of his unleashed, accumulated primal sperm would insure that it would be his cum that would successfully breed this beautiful little white woman whose pictures of her naked beauty, for over a week on the internet, had been so accessible to his rampant fantasies. At long last he could actually smell his fantasy, actually taste her, see her. She was real tonight, and she was flirting with just him. All of the other envious men, his cronies, were watching her flirt with him, feeding HIM her pussy juices with her long white fingers. His breathing rate shot up. His sexually deprived body could no longer deny itself. He came hard, spurting, long fecund ribbons of his own cum, of his carefully saved essence, into his trousers.
As the humiliated man stood there staring at his saturated crotch, Staci moved on, looking for another mark, a trick, a John to seduce for her pimp’s profit. A man that would breed her black.
Staci began to lose hope that Bobbi was coming.
Rising, she began to slowly work her pantaloons lower and lower on her hips as she danced. The men began to clap and cheer as they realized she was now, at long last, stripping for their pleasures. Every eye was glued to her undulating pussy now. Slowly her hands worked the gauzy fabric lower and lower.
Accosting the eyes of one of the men standing in the front row, she silently dared him by winkling her eyebrow and flashing her eyes, to join her in removing clothing. Without hesitation the man unfastened his belt. Staci danced to him and as she lowered her pantaloons, he lowered his trousers. Loud cheers of support went up. Other men unzipped and joined the randy action. Staci was soon surrounded by a room full of men, naked from the waist down. 'They' were all pointed directly at her delectable body. And every one of them was fully aroused. There was no doubt possible regarding their desire for her body. She feasted her eyes on the copious feral banquet laid out before her. Her mouth began to water, her pussy began to leak copiously, and her breathing became gasps of need. Her sense of self worth swelled.
Touching the single-tied bows that rested on her newly naked hips, she slowly pulled the tie strings on one side, then the other. With one long slender middle finger, she held her panties in place, the sides of the tiny triangle hanging loosely but still covering her body. Then, suddenly she moved her legs apart. The thong string that had been between her perfect, hard buns fell, hanging straight down between her legs, like an arrow pointing at her need. The men groaned in unison when the tiny sodden translucent triangle of cloth hung here, still covering the very part that they most desired to see. Her little money maker was now one finger away from being possessed by their lascivious eyes.
Reaching behind the tiny wet pussy panel of her undies, Staci inserted a finger deep into herself, then pulled it back out and brought it to her lips. She kissed her finger tip lovingly, then slowly licked the length of her finger as she watched the men’s enraptured faces. Over half of the men opened their mouth as she did. Some even pushed their tongues out even as she did, so engrossed by her actions that it was as though they could taste her juices, . . . . . . even as she did.
Staci slowly twirled around. She raised the string that hung down from her sodden panties in her fingers, pulling the tiny piece of fabric that covered her sweet cleft out further and further from her body. The men began to hunker down, trying to see up under it as she turned.
Staci slowed, then stopped twirling. Then, still undulating her hips and belly, she kneeled, then slowly bent over backwards in the center of the pool table. As her head touched the table behind her, she slowly raised that last finger from her panties. But the teasing stubborn cloth did not slide from her body. To the men’s frustration, Staci’s pussy lips stayed stubbornly shielded, her nearly translucent panties held there only by gravity.
One of the men tried to blow the fabric off her cleft, but he was much too far away.
From within the crowd a voice was heard to say, “GAWWWWWWWD DAMN! How da FUCK can she do dat? Cain’t one yo close sons-a-bitches reach dem fuckin thangs? Pull dem undies off dat little whore’s cunt! Are ya hearin me up dere?”
Smiling at the comment and its portent, Staci began to pulse her hips up and down even as she was bent over backwards, her white jiggling breasts riding high near her shoulders, her erect red nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Her tummy muscles rippled erotically with her undulating movements. The music stopped just as Staci relaxed her thighs, spreading them slightly further apart, and with the dying strains of the last note, the tiny triangle of cloth dropped to the top of the pool table, exposing her widely opened, very wet, and very ready whore’s cunt to her first Johns.
Over thirty men exhaled “OOOOOOH FUCK!!!”
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Seven
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Seven
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Bobbi picked up the letter that Stacie had left on the bed, and read:
“Sweetheart,
I love you Bobbi. I have always loved you. I WILL always love you. But Bobbi, we have not been lovers, we have not “MADE Love” for one year, two months, and thirteen days.
I have been talking to this woman, Deni (I told you about her earlier today), on the internet and she told me what I have to do is to separate love and sex. I have thought a lot about that. And so that is what I have decided to do. Therefore, what I am doing now, is not to “make love” to other men, but to LOVE you, but have SEX with them. And I have chosen to have SEX with them in such a way that I can provide you with what you seem to crave much more than my body. I am having SEX with black men and videoing it so that you can watch your own wife doing what you have watched strangers do for the last several years.
Bobbi, I also know that you are still in love with me, honey.
And Bobbi, I know how hard this last 24 hours has been on your ego. But baby, I only have one year, maybe two years at most, to live. The doctors say at least a year, and no more than two years.
Bobbi, I could lie in bed and feel miserable and waste what time I have, or I can stand up, and enjoy what I have, and live my remaining life to the fullest. I have chosen to live my life as fully, every single day I have left, to live it as fully as I can.
Bobbi, my love, my husband, I am asking you to support me in this. I am asking you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and to say to yourself, “My wife is sick, she has only a few more months to live. I am therefore going to help her enjoy them as very best I possible can.”
Bobbi, can you do that for me? PLEASE baby? I have faith in you, and in our love for each other, and I think that your love for me is beginning to understand that I am having sex with Wendell, and not so much “making love” to him.
Bobbi, Deni and the support group that I met Wendell in has told me that I need to make a list of my goals to accomplish before I die, and to go after each dream. So Bobbi, that is exactly what I am doing.
Wendell and I have made a deal. I will provide him a way of getting out of the huge debt he has accumulated as he did the very best he could do for his wife as she was dying. It is over two hundred thousand dollars baby. And I intend to use the only real asset god gave me to help him pay it off.
The other side of that coin is, that I want you and Wendell to become good friends, learn to trust each other, learn to support each other through your grief honey. Wendell has promised me that he will be here for you after I die baby. He will help you raise our little child. He has agreed to be “Uncle Wendell” to our child. You will be the father. If YOU want to be the father. Honey, it is my last and dying gift to you, this child from my body. I have always wanted to have a child, to experience it moving inside me, to even experience the horrific pain of childbirth that initiates our child into this world. I want to experience my breasts becoming full of milk, and to hold my baby in my arms as he receives his milk from my body. I desperately want to experience this Bobbi, before I die.
Some would say that since I am dying, how could this be the right thing to do?
My answer to them, and to you, is that I am alive. I know I have a limited time on this earth. The only difference between others and me is that I have a better idea of how much time I have left. I still have things I want to do, and this is my number one: to conceive, carry, and give birth to our child. I want you, as the father, to love it, and raise it, and teach it to be a good, kind and caring person. But honey, if you do not wish to do this, then Wendell has agreed to take the child and raise it as his own. So Bobbi, you have a choice. This is not an ultimatum.
Because I may have only a year, honey, it is critical I conceive right away to be able to be sure I can carry our baby to term before I die.
Therefore, I want you to make a decision, right now (tonight), as you stand there, about whether you can do this for me. If you have doubts, pack your bags and move out. Not necessarily move out tonight baby, but in the next few days. But make your decision tonight. Because honey, I desperately need you beside me as I am at the benefit tonight. As you know, I have never been a whore before. And tonight, I am to allow thirty or so men, black strangers, to have sex with me. I am scared, but at the same time, I am very excited about it too. The odds are very good that I will have been bred black and pregnant by the end of tonight.
They are going to auction me off to the first man to get a blowjob from Wendell’s little white whore. And then they will auction me off to the first man to get to cum inside my virgin anal opening. And then they are going to auction off my pussy honey. The high bidder will be the first man to cum inside me at the party and breed me black.
We expect to earn over 45,000 dollars tonight to help pay down Wendell’s debt. Did you think your wife was that good in bed honey?
But Bobbi, I need you there to be my friend, my support as I go through this. Please baby, support me in this. Wendell will be videoing it all, and you will get to have the tape if you come and support me. Otherwise we are going to sell the tape for money and apply the sales income to Wendell’s debt.
Bobbi, it is time to fish or cut bait. Are you for me ? Or are you going to be against me?
I have quit my job, and I am going to be a fulltime whore for Wendell now honey. The men will be brought here by Wendell, and they will fuck me here right in our bed. I am to be available to Wendell on a twenty-four hour a day basis and seven days a week for him to bring men here to fuck his tiny white whore. Wendell will negotiate my services with each John. All of the money from my whorings will be collected and kept by Wendell and he will use it to pay down his debt. He will be here in the house and filming each time I am whore fucked, so you will be able to jerk off as you watch your favorite type of porn as my white pussy is being taken by big thick black cocks.
Bobbi, you will no longer be allowed to fuck me honey (not that you seem to want to anyway). Too much chance of you getting STDs if you do, because all the men will be having me bareback. Wendell will be able to get lots more money that way. Men hate condoms, and that way, knowing they can have me bareback, allows Wendell to charge twice as much for my services.
I have already gone to the funeral home and paid (out of my own money from what my mom’s insurance paid me) for my funeral and burial expenses. Therefore that is already taken care of. I have also paid my doctor for 14 visits to his office, as well as for pain control procedures in my last days. So Bobby, all expenses for my cancer and death are already paid for. I have also paid for the deductible on our insurance for all medical care for the baby.
If you are willing to support my desires and goals for the rest of the time I have, then tonight is the beginning of the rest of our lives baby. I, in turn, pledge to you to be as supportive as I can of your needs and goals as well. But please understand, I do have a few things that I feel I must achieve before I die. And bearing a child is one of the things that I cannot compromise on.
If you do not come to the benefit tonight, I will accept that as your answer. If you do decide to go to the benefit and support Wendell and me in this, then here is what you have to do:”
Bobbi read on to see what else she had to say, then put down the letter, sat on their unmade bed, and sobbed his heart out.
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Bobbi picked up the letter that Stacie had left on the bed, and read:
“Sweetheart,
I love you Bobbi. I have always loved you. I WILL always love you. But Bobbi, we have not been lovers, we have not “MADE Love” for one year, two months, and thirteen days.
I have been talking to this woman, Deni (I told you about her earlier today), on the internet and she told me what I have to do is to separate love and sex. I have thought a lot about that. And so that is what I have decided to do. Therefore, what I am doing now, is not to “make love” to other men, but to LOVE you, but have SEX with them. And I have chosen to have SEX with them in such a way that I can provide you with what you seem to crave much more than my body. I am having SEX with black men and videoing it so that you can watch your own wife doing what you have watched strangers do for the last several years.
Bobbi, I also know that you are still in love with me, honey.
And Bobbi, I know how hard this last 24 hours has been on your ego. But baby, I only have one year, maybe two years at most, to live. The doctors say at least a year, and no more than two years.
Bobbi, I could lie in bed and feel miserable and waste what time I have, or I can stand up, and enjoy what I have, and live my remaining life to the fullest. I have chosen to live my life as fully, every single day I have left, to live it as fully as I can.
Bobbi, my love, my husband, I am asking you to support me in this. I am asking you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and to say to yourself, “My wife is sick, she has only a few more months to live. I am therefore going to help her enjoy them as very best I possible can.”
Bobbi, can you do that for me? PLEASE baby? I have faith in you, and in our love for each other, and I think that your love for me is beginning to understand that I am having sex with Wendell, and not so much “making love” to him.
Bobbi, Deni and the support group that I met Wendell in has told me that I need to make a list of my goals to accomplish before I die, and to go after each dream. So Bobbi, that is exactly what I am doing.
Wendell and I have made a deal. I will provide him a way of getting out of the huge debt he has accumulated as he did the very best he could do for his wife as she was dying. It is over two hundred thousand dollars baby. And I intend to use the only real asset god gave me to help him pay it off.
The other side of that coin is, that I want you and Wendell to become good friends, learn to trust each other, learn to support each other through your grief honey. Wendell has promised me that he will be here for you after I die baby. He will help you raise our little child. He has agreed to be “Uncle Wendell” to our child. You will be the father. If YOU want to be the father. Honey, it is my last and dying gift to you, this child from my body. I have always wanted to have a child, to experience it moving inside me, to even experience the horrific pain of childbirth that initiates our child into this world. I want to experience my breasts becoming full of milk, and to hold my baby in my arms as he receives his milk from my body. I desperately want to experience this Bobbi, before I die.
Some would say that since I am dying, how could this be the right thing to do?
My answer to them, and to you, is that I am alive. I know I have a limited time on this earth. The only difference between others and me is that I have a better idea of how much time I have left. I still have things I want to do, and this is my number one: to conceive, carry, and give birth to our child. I want you, as the father, to love it, and raise it, and teach it to be a good, kind and caring person. But honey, if you do not wish to do this, then Wendell has agreed to take the child and raise it as his own. So Bobbi, you have a choice. This is not an ultimatum.
Because I may have only a year, honey, it is critical I conceive right away to be able to be sure I can carry our baby to term before I die.
Therefore, I want you to make a decision, right now (tonight), as you stand there, about whether you can do this for me. If you have doubts, pack your bags and move out. Not necessarily move out tonight baby, but in the next few days. But make your decision tonight. Because honey, I desperately need you beside me as I am at the benefit tonight. As you know, I have never been a whore before. And tonight, I am to allow thirty or so men, black strangers, to have sex with me. I am scared, but at the same time, I am very excited about it too. The odds are very good that I will have been bred black and pregnant by the end of tonight.
They are going to auction me off to the first man to get a blowjob from Wendell’s little white whore. And then they will auction me off to the first man to get to cum inside my virgin anal opening. And then they are going to auction off my pussy honey. The high bidder will be the first man to cum inside me at the party and breed me black.
We expect to earn over 45,000 dollars tonight to help pay down Wendell’s debt. Did you think your wife was that good in bed honey?
But Bobbi, I need you there to be my friend, my support as I go through this. Please baby, support me in this. Wendell will be videoing it all, and you will get to have the tape if you come and support me. Otherwise we are going to sell the tape for money and apply the sales income to Wendell’s debt.
Bobbi, it is time to fish or cut bait. Are you for me ? Or are you going to be against me?
I have quit my job, and I am going to be a fulltime whore for Wendell now honey. The men will be brought here by Wendell, and they will fuck me here right in our bed. I am to be available to Wendell on a twenty-four hour a day basis and seven days a week for him to bring men here to fuck his tiny white whore. Wendell will negotiate my services with each John. All of the money from my whorings will be collected and kept by Wendell and he will use it to pay down his debt. He will be here in the house and filming each time I am whore fucked, so you will be able to jerk off as you watch your favorite type of porn as my white pussy is being taken by big thick black cocks.
Bobbi, you will no longer be allowed to fuck me honey (not that you seem to want to anyway). Too much chance of you getting STDs if you do, because all the men will be having me bareback. Wendell will be able to get lots more money that way. Men hate condoms, and that way, knowing they can have me bareback, allows Wendell to charge twice as much for my services.
I have already gone to the funeral home and paid (out of my own money from what my mom’s insurance paid me) for my funeral and burial expenses. Therefore that is already taken care of. I have also paid my doctor for 14 visits to his office, as well as for pain control procedures in my last days. So Bobby, all expenses for my cancer and death are already paid for. I have also paid for the deductible on our insurance for all medical care for the baby.
If you are willing to support my desires and goals for the rest of the time I have, then tonight is the beginning of the rest of our lives baby. I, in turn, pledge to you to be as supportive as I can of your needs and goals as well. But please understand, I do have a few things that I feel I must achieve before I die. And bearing a child is one of the things that I cannot compromise on.
If you do not come to the benefit tonight, I will accept that as your answer. If you do decide to go to the benefit and support Wendell and me in this, then here is what you have to do:”
Bobbi read on to see what else she had to say, then put down the letter, sat on their unmade bed, and sobbed his heart out.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Six
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Bobbi walked back into their house, took his torn and soiled clothes off, and stepped into the down stairs shower. While showering, he thought over what he could do to reclaim his marriage. He knew that there was a high possibility of Staci getting pregnant, what with the huge amount of sperm that had been deposited into her womb by Wendell. Then, cringing, he began to think about what might well be happening even as he was showering. He began to have visions of hard black penis after black hard penis entering his wife, fucking her to screaming orgasms, and then depositing their little tiny baby gifts into her fertile white womb. The ache deep in his groin returned, along with his erection. Bobbi’s cock rose to such a painful hardness that forced him to bend over in search of relief. It didn’t help.
After a while, as was he touching himself, washing himself clean of his own urine, he noticed his prick was bouncing up and down with his heart beat. Bobbi could not remember when he had been so hard, or had anywhere close to this much pain in his cock. It was like he had had ten wet dreams in a row as a young pubescent boy and awakened to an eternally aching rigidity.
Bobbi was still washing himself when it hit him: Staci pregnant with a black child. . . . . . . . . He had to sit down in the shower to even think clearly about that. . . . . . . His gorgeous wife, fucking black pricks, taking their black cocks bareback. Letting their naked pricks deposit their baby making sperm deep inside her. Man after man fucking her to completion. Holding her legs up and spread wide as the next man moved into position above her, entering her cunt, filling her cunt with his cum. Potent cum. Black cum. Breeding her black, isn’t that what the web sites called it? Breeding her black. He had watched so many videos of black men fucking white women and cumming inside them. It had never occurred, in all those videos, to think seriously about the white woman getting pregnant, actually getting pregnant! And his own wife had been unwittingly introduced to the concept by him, . . . . . . . as he hammered his white cock, trying to cum just one more time as he watched the white tart’s twats taking black cum deep inside. His hardness was like steel as he began to rub himself again. He soaped his cock up and tried to masturbate, hoping to relieve the ache in his cock shaft and his asshole. Deep in his asshole now. His hand was a blur as he fantasized about Staci now taking hard black cocks one after the other. It really was his fantasy come alive. Staci had actually become his fantasy now. He could see her face rising toward her orgasm. He could see the stiff black pricks as they hammered her deep, hard, mercilessly. He could hear her voice urging them on, to cum inside her, to fill her with their cums, . . . . . . to breed her black. . . . . . . . . Unlike her white husband, whose cock shot blanks. . . . . . . . He lost his edge and realized he could not cum again. He dropped his useless cock in disgust. It bounced for a long time. He bitch slapped it back and forth, but it hurt in two ways now, the ache from his erection, and the pain from his slapping his cock back and forth.
‘DAMN!’ he thought in dire irritation. ‘I can’t fucking stand this damned aching in my cock any more!’
Bobbi toweled himself dry, patting his cock dry last, in hopes of decreasing the aching agony within it. As he walked to the Master Bedroom, he felt his prick bouncing, swaying, slapping things as he walked by. Every touch , every movement, made him ache even more. ‘God damn it! How the fucking hell do I get it to stop aching?’
Turning the corner into their bedroom, Bobbi stopped dead short as he looked at five things that had been carefully and lovingly laid out on the bed.
A cardboard box,
a butt plug,
a jar of Vaseline,
a dress, and
a note.
He sensed immediately that what he was looking at had something to do with him, and he was not at all sure that he was going to like this one tiny bit.
In a subconscious effort to stave off the bad news, he picked up the note first. It was printed from a computer. On the lower right was Staci’s lip prints in bright red lipstick. ‘Probably the lip stick she wore tonight to the fucking benefit,’ he thought. He started to read, not even recognizing his own pun.
Bobbi walked back into their house, took his torn and soiled clothes off, and stepped into the down stairs shower. While showering, he thought over what he could do to reclaim his marriage. He knew that there was a high possibility of Staci getting pregnant, what with the huge amount of sperm that had been deposited into her womb by Wendell. Then, cringing, he began to think about what might well be happening even as he was showering. He began to have visions of hard black penis after black hard penis entering his wife, fucking her to screaming orgasms, and then depositing their little tiny baby gifts into her fertile white womb. The ache deep in his groin returned, along with his erection. Bobbi’s cock rose to such a painful hardness that forced him to bend over in search of relief. It didn’t help.
After a while, as was he touching himself, washing himself clean of his own urine, he noticed his prick was bouncing up and down with his heart beat. Bobbi could not remember when he had been so hard, or had anywhere close to this much pain in his cock. It was like he had had ten wet dreams in a row as a young pubescent boy and awakened to an eternally aching rigidity.
Bobbi was still washing himself when it hit him: Staci pregnant with a black child. . . . . . . . . He had to sit down in the shower to even think clearly about that. . . . . . . His gorgeous wife, fucking black pricks, taking their black cocks bareback. Letting their naked pricks deposit their baby making sperm deep inside her. Man after man fucking her to completion. Holding her legs up and spread wide as the next man moved into position above her, entering her cunt, filling her cunt with his cum. Potent cum. Black cum. Breeding her black, isn’t that what the web sites called it? Breeding her black. He had watched so many videos of black men fucking white women and cumming inside them. It had never occurred, in all those videos, to think seriously about the white woman getting pregnant, actually getting pregnant! And his own wife had been unwittingly introduced to the concept by him, . . . . . . . as he hammered his white cock, trying to cum just one more time as he watched the white tart’s twats taking black cum deep inside. His hardness was like steel as he began to rub himself again. He soaped his cock up and tried to masturbate, hoping to relieve the ache in his cock shaft and his asshole. Deep in his asshole now. His hand was a blur as he fantasized about Staci now taking hard black cocks one after the other. It really was his fantasy come alive. Staci had actually become his fantasy now. He could see her face rising toward her orgasm. He could see the stiff black pricks as they hammered her deep, hard, mercilessly. He could hear her voice urging them on, to cum inside her, to fill her with their cums, . . . . . . to breed her black. . . . . . . . . Unlike her white husband, whose cock shot blanks. . . . . . . . He lost his edge and realized he could not cum again. He dropped his useless cock in disgust. It bounced for a long time. He bitch slapped it back and forth, but it hurt in two ways now, the ache from his erection, and the pain from his slapping his cock back and forth.
‘DAMN!’ he thought in dire irritation. ‘I can’t fucking stand this damned aching in my cock any more!’
Bobbi toweled himself dry, patting his cock dry last, in hopes of decreasing the aching agony within it. As he walked to the Master Bedroom, he felt his prick bouncing, swaying, slapping things as he walked by. Every touch , every movement, made him ache even more. ‘God damn it! How the fucking hell do I get it to stop aching?’
Turning the corner into their bedroom, Bobbi stopped dead short as he looked at five things that had been carefully and lovingly laid out on the bed.
A cardboard box,
a butt plug,
a jar of Vaseline,
a dress, and
a note.
He sensed immediately that what he was looking at had something to do with him, and he was not at all sure that he was going to like this one tiny bit.
In a subconscious effort to stave off the bad news, he picked up the note first. It was printed from a computer. On the lower right was Staci’s lip prints in bright red lipstick. ‘Probably the lip stick she wore tonight to the fucking benefit,’ he thought. He started to read, not even recognizing his own pun.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Five
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Staci stood there, barefooted, dressed in yellow gauzy pantaloons, a thong panty of the same color that was still spreading her pussy lips after she had jammed it into her body in the cab, and her coin covered, multi colored, sheer lace bra. She stood there looking into the adoring, lustfully staring eyes of a room full of black men. Every single eyeball was ogling her small white sexy body. Her wetness began to flow again. She looked furtively at the men’s crotches as they stared at her. She saw many of them beginning to swell. She smiled in victory. Her sense of being a desirable woman confirmed beyond question, …… again. They liked her. They wanted her. They wanted her body. She breathed a silent thankful sigh of relief.
As she watched them watch her, she half heard Wendell ask the bouncer if The King was here yet. The bouncer replied that The King had called and would be here about midnight, ready to hammer.
“All the med cards here too?” Wendell asked quietly.
“Yeah, every single person here presented a valid med card. Only had to turn one away so far, and he came back with it. They all wants to support you, Man. We all loves ya, big guy.”
Wendell walked to the bar and sat a boom box down, then pushed ‘Play.’ The undulating sounds of sensuous Middle Eastern music blared forth. Staci took a deep breath and began her sensuous belly dance, undulating, dancing in place for a short while, then moving forward toward the wall of men. Each man was watching her body, her curves undulating in sensuous sexually-suggestive moves. Her hips shuddered in quick side to side movements, causing her panties inside her pussy to pop first over one lip, then over the other. She moved her hips forward and back for a bit, her belly pulsating in the way only a belly dancer’s can. Although her pussy was again covered by clothing, her sodden yellow sheer panties were so sticky wet from her excitement that it was as if they were not there. She reveled in her near nakedness, the adoring looks of the man, and the knowledge that she would have them all before the night was out. Belly dancing always turned her on, but tonight, yes THIS night, THIS night was incredibly special. Tonight she was dancing as a whore who would fuck each and every cock that was there. They had each and every one paid one thousand dollars to fuck her little white body with their potent black pricks. And each would deposit their copious sperm directly into her fertile womb. Every man’s sperm would be competing with Wendell’s to impregnate her. She was the fuck toy they were all competing over to breed, to inseminate, to fertilize, to create a black baby within.
As she continued to dance sensuously forward, the wall of men parted before her. She could feel the power of her body, her pussy, her fuck cunt. They all wanted her, to fill her. Each man was fitfully waiting for his personal opportunity, his turn to be with her, and hoping to be the first to cum within her tonight. She swayed on in between the tall banks of hard black cocks men. The men parted just far enough to allow her to pass through them. She could feel their dark hands timidly, furtively touch her white body as she moved by each intensely engrossed male. Periodically, Staci would shimmy her chest to cause her breasts to jiggle seductively. Each time she did this, the men groaned in unison, watching their hearts desire pass within an arms length of their growing need.
Staci danced on, turning and moving in various paths through the continuously fluid crowd. As she moved by man after man, she captured each pair of eyes, looking directly into their eyes with an unflinching presence, unfaltering self confidence. She was provocatively daring them to take her, ravish her, use her, . . . . fuck her.
The music paused, then the heavy beat of a more suggestive, more primitive beat began to pulse. The assembled crowd could sense the invitation being offered by the music. As she danced through the men, they moved closer to her. Gentle hands began to caress her thighs, her hips, her back as she moved seductively through the crowd, scant inches from their enthusiastic, able bodies. Staci could feel their desire for her.
She began to wonder how long it would be before someone put their hand on her breast. In the back of her mind she wondered if Bobbi would arrive before the first penetration, the real start of her first night as a whore.
She turned, backing gently into a bulged lap, swaying her hips against his growing hardness. The tension in his body as she sashayed her nearly naked buttocks against his manhood was cruel torture to the needy prick that wished to fill her. She felt a huge hand hesitantly brush her right breast. She turned her face up to his, inviting his kiss.
Just as he stooped to kiss her, she ducked and sashayed toward another man. There was an appreciative chuckle at her coquettishness. The slightly jilted man smiled self deprecatingly. She danced before him, only an arms length away. As she locked her eyes on his, she moved her hand to her belly button, circling her middle finger seductively, then fucking her finger into the round opening on her belly as she smiled directly at him. The man was a quick study, remembering her teasing him, and then slipping away. He only stood there, watching her suggestive movements, her sexual signals. As her hand circled her belly button again, she moved her other hand to his crotch and squeezed his cock, so visible as it tented his trousers. A collective murmur ran through the crowd.
That broke the non-sexual touching barrier. Hands began to caress her body without restraint. Someone picked her up and carried her to a pool table depositing her on its top, on her feet. She was now looking down at the upturned faces of her eager tricks.
Staci continued to dance around the table as the men began to clap to the beat, shimmying her breasts for them at each corner.
Someone wolf whistled. Staci could feel her wetness that had totally saturated her panties begin to drip through the thin fabric and onto her thighs as she danced, still looking each man directly in their eyes.
Then she heard someone moan “Oh god, I gots ta fuck that woman!”
Staci walked to the edge of the pole table next to where the man who had finally spoken his desire for her and leaned over, kissing him fully on his lips. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, then moved his hand to her lower lips and smiled invitingly at him. She squatted and began to caress her own breast with one hand, her sex with the other. All the time she focused intently on the man’s eyes. Her body continued to move to the beat in seductive and suggestive motions.
The good looking black man turned, placing his head and shoulders over the edge of the pool table. Staci moved her legs to straddle his face, continuing to sway as she lowered herself onto his mouth. The gauze of her pantaloons caressed his face, even as the wetness of her need moistened his cheeks. His tongue tried to penetrate the fabric of her pantaloons. Staci ground her pussy onto his lips. She leaned back and shimmied in mock orgasm. Then she stood again, dancing on around the table. More men turned and laid their heads on the pool table bumper rails. She lowered herself onto each pair of anxious lips in turn, allowing them to smell, kiss, and tongued her through the thin transparent fabric of her costume. Her body was pumping fluid out of her opening at a frantic rate now. There was plenty of her elixir for every one to sample.
The excitement in the room was reaching a fever pitch. Men were beginning to openly rub their crotches, not bothering to hide their need for her any more. One of the men grabbed his erect penis through the cloth of his trousers and called out “Hey Staci! Look at what I got here for ya baby!” Staci focused on his eyes and danced for him as she thrilled to her re-bolstered sense of confidence. She knew now, in absolute certainty, that her body was desirable. The hurt that Bobbi had not wanted her for over a year was swept away. She again felt like a sexual creature, a woman that men desired, she felt totally alive again. She surveyed the crowd, estimating that over thirty men were now lusting for her, wanting her, wanting to fuck their cocks into her. Into HER! Her eyes filled with tears of happiness.
In grateful pleasure, she reached behind her and untied the back of her bra, allowing it to loosen. Seductively she moved her cups a bit to give them all a peak at what was hidden. The wolf calls and whistles were now deafening. Yes, these men wanted her sexually. She flushed in pride. She reached up and untied the neck strap to her bra, allowing the straps to drop free, exposing the tops of her perfect breasts to the room full of men. Her nipples were fully extended, ready, in her growing need for sexual penetration. She held the palms of her hands over her breasts, cupping her coined bra to her. She began to move her hands in a circular movement with the music, moving her breasts with them, the bra slipping slowly down on each circular movement. Her hips continued to sway. Her belly was undulating in and out. Her whole body exuded sexual signals of desire to the men watching her with opened, panting mouths.
Her areola of her right breast appeared to their eyes first, followed shortly by the left. Staci paused dramatically, then in one movement, coordinated perfectly with the last strains of the music, raised her hands above her head.
Staci stood there, barefooted, dressed in yellow gauzy pantaloons, a thong panty of the same color that was still spreading her pussy lips after she had jammed it into her body in the cab, and her coin covered, multi colored, sheer lace bra. She stood there looking into the adoring, lustfully staring eyes of a room full of black men. Every single eyeball was ogling her small white sexy body. Her wetness began to flow again. She looked furtively at the men’s crotches as they stared at her. She saw many of them beginning to swell. She smiled in victory. Her sense of being a desirable woman confirmed beyond question, …… again. They liked her. They wanted her. They wanted her body. She breathed a silent thankful sigh of relief.
As she watched them watch her, she half heard Wendell ask the bouncer if The King was here yet. The bouncer replied that The King had called and would be here about midnight, ready to hammer.
“All the med cards here too?” Wendell asked quietly.
“Yeah, every single person here presented a valid med card. Only had to turn one away so far, and he came back with it. They all wants to support you, Man. We all loves ya, big guy.”
Wendell walked to the bar and sat a boom box down, then pushed ‘Play.’ The undulating sounds of sensuous Middle Eastern music blared forth. Staci took a deep breath and began her sensuous belly dance, undulating, dancing in place for a short while, then moving forward toward the wall of men. Each man was watching her body, her curves undulating in sensuous sexually-suggestive moves. Her hips shuddered in quick side to side movements, causing her panties inside her pussy to pop first over one lip, then over the other. She moved her hips forward and back for a bit, her belly pulsating in the way only a belly dancer’s can. Although her pussy was again covered by clothing, her sodden yellow sheer panties were so sticky wet from her excitement that it was as if they were not there. She reveled in her near nakedness, the adoring looks of the man, and the knowledge that she would have them all before the night was out. Belly dancing always turned her on, but tonight, yes THIS night, THIS night was incredibly special. Tonight she was dancing as a whore who would fuck each and every cock that was there. They had each and every one paid one thousand dollars to fuck her little white body with their potent black pricks. And each would deposit their copious sperm directly into her fertile womb. Every man’s sperm would be competing with Wendell’s to impregnate her. She was the fuck toy they were all competing over to breed, to inseminate, to fertilize, to create a black baby within.
As she continued to dance sensuously forward, the wall of men parted before her. She could feel the power of her body, her pussy, her fuck cunt. They all wanted her, to fill her. Each man was fitfully waiting for his personal opportunity, his turn to be with her, and hoping to be the first to cum within her tonight. She swayed on in between the tall banks of hard black cocks men. The men parted just far enough to allow her to pass through them. She could feel their dark hands timidly, furtively touch her white body as she moved by each intensely engrossed male. Periodically, Staci would shimmy her chest to cause her breasts to jiggle seductively. Each time she did this, the men groaned in unison, watching their hearts desire pass within an arms length of their growing need.
Staci danced on, turning and moving in various paths through the continuously fluid crowd. As she moved by man after man, she captured each pair of eyes, looking directly into their eyes with an unflinching presence, unfaltering self confidence. She was provocatively daring them to take her, ravish her, use her, . . . . fuck her.
The music paused, then the heavy beat of a more suggestive, more primitive beat began to pulse. The assembled crowd could sense the invitation being offered by the music. As she danced through the men, they moved closer to her. Gentle hands began to caress her thighs, her hips, her back as she moved seductively through the crowd, scant inches from their enthusiastic, able bodies. Staci could feel their desire for her.
She began to wonder how long it would be before someone put their hand on her breast. In the back of her mind she wondered if Bobbi would arrive before the first penetration, the real start of her first night as a whore.
She turned, backing gently into a bulged lap, swaying her hips against his growing hardness. The tension in his body as she sashayed her nearly naked buttocks against his manhood was cruel torture to the needy prick that wished to fill her. She felt a huge hand hesitantly brush her right breast. She turned her face up to his, inviting his kiss.
Just as he stooped to kiss her, she ducked and sashayed toward another man. There was an appreciative chuckle at her coquettishness. The slightly jilted man smiled self deprecatingly. She danced before him, only an arms length away. As she locked her eyes on his, she moved her hand to her belly button, circling her middle finger seductively, then fucking her finger into the round opening on her belly as she smiled directly at him. The man was a quick study, remembering her teasing him, and then slipping away. He only stood there, watching her suggestive movements, her sexual signals. As her hand circled her belly button again, she moved her other hand to his crotch and squeezed his cock, so visible as it tented his trousers. A collective murmur ran through the crowd.
That broke the non-sexual touching barrier. Hands began to caress her body without restraint. Someone picked her up and carried her to a pool table depositing her on its top, on her feet. She was now looking down at the upturned faces of her eager tricks.
Staci continued to dance around the table as the men began to clap to the beat, shimmying her breasts for them at each corner.
Someone wolf whistled. Staci could feel her wetness that had totally saturated her panties begin to drip through the thin fabric and onto her thighs as she danced, still looking each man directly in their eyes.
Then she heard someone moan “Oh god, I gots ta fuck that woman!”
Staci walked to the edge of the pole table next to where the man who had finally spoken his desire for her and leaned over, kissing him fully on his lips. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, then moved his hand to her lower lips and smiled invitingly at him. She squatted and began to caress her own breast with one hand, her sex with the other. All the time she focused intently on the man’s eyes. Her body continued to move to the beat in seductive and suggestive motions.
The good looking black man turned, placing his head and shoulders over the edge of the pool table. Staci moved her legs to straddle his face, continuing to sway as she lowered herself onto his mouth. The gauze of her pantaloons caressed his face, even as the wetness of her need moistened his cheeks. His tongue tried to penetrate the fabric of her pantaloons. Staci ground her pussy onto his lips. She leaned back and shimmied in mock orgasm. Then she stood again, dancing on around the table. More men turned and laid their heads on the pool table bumper rails. She lowered herself onto each pair of anxious lips in turn, allowing them to smell, kiss, and tongued her through the thin transparent fabric of her costume. Her body was pumping fluid out of her opening at a frantic rate now. There was plenty of her elixir for every one to sample.
The excitement in the room was reaching a fever pitch. Men were beginning to openly rub their crotches, not bothering to hide their need for her any more. One of the men grabbed his erect penis through the cloth of his trousers and called out “Hey Staci! Look at what I got here for ya baby!” Staci focused on his eyes and danced for him as she thrilled to her re-bolstered sense of confidence. She knew now, in absolute certainty, that her body was desirable. The hurt that Bobbi had not wanted her for over a year was swept away. She again felt like a sexual creature, a woman that men desired, she felt totally alive again. She surveyed the crowd, estimating that over thirty men were now lusting for her, wanting her, wanting to fuck their cocks into her. Into HER! Her eyes filled with tears of happiness.
In grateful pleasure, she reached behind her and untied the back of her bra, allowing it to loosen. Seductively she moved her cups a bit to give them all a peak at what was hidden. The wolf calls and whistles were now deafening. Yes, these men wanted her sexually. She flushed in pride. She reached up and untied the neck strap to her bra, allowing the straps to drop free, exposing the tops of her perfect breasts to the room full of men. Her nipples were fully extended, ready, in her growing need for sexual penetration. She held the palms of her hands over her breasts, cupping her coined bra to her. She began to move her hands in a circular movement with the music, moving her breasts with them, the bra slipping slowly down on each circular movement. Her hips continued to sway. Her belly was undulating in and out. Her whole body exuded sexual signals of desire to the men watching her with opened, panting mouths.
Her areola of her right breast appeared to their eyes first, followed shortly by the left. Staci paused dramatically, then in one movement, coordinated perfectly with the last strains of the music, raised her hands above her head.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Four
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“Boo, do you want to wear a coat honey? It’s pretty cold out there!”
Staci thought for a minute, then shook her head. “No, Doo, I want my nipples to be hard and really obvious when I walk into that bar as your little white whore, baby. I want each of them to see what they bought with their one thousand dollars. I want them to say to themselves, ‘My god, so that is Wendell’s white fuck whore?!!! God, I can hardly wait to fuck her little white twat!!!’”
Wendell grinned as he opened the front door for his beautiful, tiny white slut, then took her arm and helped her walk to his taxi cab. “Kind of fitting, isn’t it, we arrive by cab?” Staci snickered as her nearly naked flesh adjusted to the cold plastic covered seats. She looked down and was satisfied when she saw how her nipples obviously tented through the front of her thin, almost sheer, bra with its golden coins and vivid colors. “Watch Doo! Watch my tits shimmi when I do this….” Staci shook her chest sideways. Her coined bra jingled, and her breasts jiggled seductively, almost causing Wendell to drive off the road as he stared at her sexy excitations.
“Wendell?”
“Yeah Boo…?”
“Ummmmm, as of tonight …… my body is totally yours, baby, ALL yours. Anything you want. No restrictions. No questions asked. If you want me to fuck someone, …… or ten men,” she snickered in gleeful foresight “just point and say ‘Go fuck ‘em!’. If you want someone to fuck my asshole, or if you want to write those dirty messages with arrows that point to my pussy that say I am a ‘black cock slut,’ or ‘black cocks only,’ or anything like that, just do it honey.”
Wendell looked at her. His face was troubled. Staci interrupted him. “Honey, I want to be a fuck whore from now on. I want to be a slut that does not, …… cannot, ….. say ‘No’. I want to experience what it is like to be nothing but a two bit fuck whore at a black male fuck party. I want to feel degraded, used, for their sexual needs, without regard to whether I want it to happen. I want to know that they are all getting hard and chomping at the bit to fuck my little white body. I want to see the need in their eyes to fuck my white cunt. I want to be a total and complete black slut fuck hole.” Staci’s face was a mask of lust as she at last voiced her long held secret fantasies.
Wendell shrugged his shoulders. “I know, Boo, I read your fantasy list …… But Boo, thank you for doing this for me too, allowing me to keep the money they bu …”
Staci cut him off. “Hey, this is just MY excuse to do what I wanted to do for a long time. Wendell, tonight I want you to really, really treat me as your white whore. Spank me, call me names, like …… slut, and whore and cunt. I want you to make me take three cocks at once, make me be a cunt slut, your whore. Baby, if you want to pierce my nipples, or pierce my tongue or clit, or anything that will make me sluttier some how, or sexier, or a better whore, or if you can get more money from the Johns, just do it. I will probably cum as they pierce your whore’s body anyway. Just treat me like a two bit worthless white whore.” Staci could feel her wetness soaking her sheer panties. She had picked these particular panties because they barely covered her slutty cunt lips, riding just down the crest of her cunnie, as though always threatening to fall into her wet cleft. They were so sheer that standing before her mirror, she could see the outline of her clit, and the dark chasm between her randy lips.
Staci had been mentally practicing calling her sexual body parts by crude names for over a month now. She had learned to love to masturbate, thinking of her body as good only for whore fucking by black tricks. Her favorite had become fucking her white whore’s cunt with a black dildo while she slapped her tits and her cunt and clit with her hands. Lately she had begun to enjoy strapping her bare white cunt and ass flesh with a black leather belt.
But now that she had experienced Wendell, she knew that nothing but a huge real black cock would ever satisfy her so completely again. She smiled, reveling in knowing she was now a Big Black Cock slut. A BBC slut! She smiled in exhilaration as she admitted that to herself again and again. She thrilled thinking about all those eager black pricks that would cum inside her tonight, breeding her black, and making her cross-racially pregnant with their potent baby making essence. Her body began to shiver, not in cold, but in rampant sexual need.
Wendell’s cock was hardening again. He listened to Staci talk, describe how debased and used she wanted to be treated. He began to picture his black friends taking her over and over, fucking her tiny white body full of their thick black seed. Calling her a whore, a bitch, a slut, a cunt, a cum slut. Watch them breed her white fertile cunt with their black cum. He saw them spanking her, pulling her nipples mercilessly, spreading her cunt lips ruthlessly, writing degrading messages on her body. He shuddered in his need for having this incredible woman again.
She put her hand on his hardness and giggled delightedly. In her best inner city jive, she muttered “Now dat what Ah bees talkin’ ‘bout!” She turned to Wendell and unzipped him, hurriedly pulling his hardness out in her overheated excitement. She began to suck greedily on his stiffening black prick. Putting her knees on the dash board, she moved her whore’s cunt to the cab’s meter flag, and began to hump it for all she was worth. As she sucked the huge black cock of the man that was now her owner, her pimp, her “daddy,” her needy lips were running back and forth on the cold metal flag. She tried to shove her cunt over it, to take it inside her neediness. She succeeded only in pushing the wispy yellow fabric of her panties deep into her cleft.
Frantically Staci continued to rub herself against the meter flag of the timer unit. Her need to cum was SO strong, pervasive, as they drove to her very first gang bang fuck fest. This night of nights was the culmination of months of planning, first between her and Deni, and then later between her and Wendell and Deni. Staci could almost feel the black cocks that would ravage her holes, take her passion to new heights, drive her over the edge from the ordinary house wife into the shadowy world of whores, of fuck cunts, of huge black cocks that fucked you for money and no other reason.
Wendell watched her as she rose toward her cumming. Then reluctantly, he said, “Boo, we’re here honey. Are you really ready to be my fuck whore baby?”
Staci was so close to cumming that she could barely focus. All she could do was nod her head and wish she could walk into the bar with Wendell’s hugeness still inside her mouth.
Wendell pulled up into the parking lot, into the parking space that had been reserved for him, and his new white whore. The place of honor. Wendell looked at Staci, took a deep reluctant breath, and said, “Well you fucking slut, get out. Time to earn me my pussy money you fucking whore. Don’t you dare make any of my clients mad. You damn well better fuck every one of them tonight, god damn it, or I will beat you wherever you’re not sore yet after they are done with you. Got it, whore?” A tear trickled down his cheek as he watched a beautiful innocent woman that was about to transform into a depraved whore . . . . . for him.
Nodding, Staci got out of Wendell’s cab, then walked hurriedly through the cold to the bar door. Her excited, cold hardened nipples protruded hugely. Her cunt lips were almost totally exposed, held apart now by the panties that had previously covered her sex.
The intense noise of the bar suddenly hushed as her tiny white body entered the room full of black men of all sizes and shapes. Their unbelieving eyes stared at her, taking in her belly dancing costume that now showcased her pussy lips, and her nipples, like she was Mother Sex personified.
“Boo, do you want to wear a coat honey? It’s pretty cold out there!”
Staci thought for a minute, then shook her head. “No, Doo, I want my nipples to be hard and really obvious when I walk into that bar as your little white whore, baby. I want each of them to see what they bought with their one thousand dollars. I want them to say to themselves, ‘My god, so that is Wendell’s white fuck whore?!!! God, I can hardly wait to fuck her little white twat!!!’”
Wendell grinned as he opened the front door for his beautiful, tiny white slut, then took her arm and helped her walk to his taxi cab. “Kind of fitting, isn’t it, we arrive by cab?” Staci snickered as her nearly naked flesh adjusted to the cold plastic covered seats. She looked down and was satisfied when she saw how her nipples obviously tented through the front of her thin, almost sheer, bra with its golden coins and vivid colors. “Watch Doo! Watch my tits shimmi when I do this….” Staci shook her chest sideways. Her coined bra jingled, and her breasts jiggled seductively, almost causing Wendell to drive off the road as he stared at her sexy excitations.
“Wendell?”
“Yeah Boo…?”
“Ummmmm, as of tonight …… my body is totally yours, baby, ALL yours. Anything you want. No restrictions. No questions asked. If you want me to fuck someone, …… or ten men,” she snickered in gleeful foresight “just point and say ‘Go fuck ‘em!’. If you want someone to fuck my asshole, or if you want to write those dirty messages with arrows that point to my pussy that say I am a ‘black cock slut,’ or ‘black cocks only,’ or anything like that, just do it honey.”
Wendell looked at her. His face was troubled. Staci interrupted him. “Honey, I want to be a fuck whore from now on. I want to be a slut that does not, …… cannot, ….. say ‘No’. I want to experience what it is like to be nothing but a two bit fuck whore at a black male fuck party. I want to feel degraded, used, for their sexual needs, without regard to whether I want it to happen. I want to know that they are all getting hard and chomping at the bit to fuck my little white body. I want to see the need in their eyes to fuck my white cunt. I want to be a total and complete black slut fuck hole.” Staci’s face was a mask of lust as she at last voiced her long held secret fantasies.
Wendell shrugged his shoulders. “I know, Boo, I read your fantasy list …… But Boo, thank you for doing this for me too, allowing me to keep the money they bu …”
Staci cut him off. “Hey, this is just MY excuse to do what I wanted to do for a long time. Wendell, tonight I want you to really, really treat me as your white whore. Spank me, call me names, like …… slut, and whore and cunt. I want you to make me take three cocks at once, make me be a cunt slut, your whore. Baby, if you want to pierce my nipples, or pierce my tongue or clit, or anything that will make me sluttier some how, or sexier, or a better whore, or if you can get more money from the Johns, just do it. I will probably cum as they pierce your whore’s body anyway. Just treat me like a two bit worthless white whore.” Staci could feel her wetness soaking her sheer panties. She had picked these particular panties because they barely covered her slutty cunt lips, riding just down the crest of her cunnie, as though always threatening to fall into her wet cleft. They were so sheer that standing before her mirror, she could see the outline of her clit, and the dark chasm between her randy lips.
Staci had been mentally practicing calling her sexual body parts by crude names for over a month now. She had learned to love to masturbate, thinking of her body as good only for whore fucking by black tricks. Her favorite had become fucking her white whore’s cunt with a black dildo while she slapped her tits and her cunt and clit with her hands. Lately she had begun to enjoy strapping her bare white cunt and ass flesh with a black leather belt.
But now that she had experienced Wendell, she knew that nothing but a huge real black cock would ever satisfy her so completely again. She smiled, reveling in knowing she was now a Big Black Cock slut. A BBC slut! She smiled in exhilaration as she admitted that to herself again and again. She thrilled thinking about all those eager black pricks that would cum inside her tonight, breeding her black, and making her cross-racially pregnant with their potent baby making essence. Her body began to shiver, not in cold, but in rampant sexual need.
Wendell’s cock was hardening again. He listened to Staci talk, describe how debased and used she wanted to be treated. He began to picture his black friends taking her over and over, fucking her tiny white body full of their thick black seed. Calling her a whore, a bitch, a slut, a cunt, a cum slut. Watch them breed her white fertile cunt with their black cum. He saw them spanking her, pulling her nipples mercilessly, spreading her cunt lips ruthlessly, writing degrading messages on her body. He shuddered in his need for having this incredible woman again.
She put her hand on his hardness and giggled delightedly. In her best inner city jive, she muttered “Now dat what Ah bees talkin’ ‘bout!” She turned to Wendell and unzipped him, hurriedly pulling his hardness out in her overheated excitement. She began to suck greedily on his stiffening black prick. Putting her knees on the dash board, she moved her whore’s cunt to the cab’s meter flag, and began to hump it for all she was worth. As she sucked the huge black cock of the man that was now her owner, her pimp, her “daddy,” her needy lips were running back and forth on the cold metal flag. She tried to shove her cunt over it, to take it inside her neediness. She succeeded only in pushing the wispy yellow fabric of her panties deep into her cleft.
Frantically Staci continued to rub herself against the meter flag of the timer unit. Her need to cum was SO strong, pervasive, as they drove to her very first gang bang fuck fest. This night of nights was the culmination of months of planning, first between her and Deni, and then later between her and Wendell and Deni. Staci could almost feel the black cocks that would ravage her holes, take her passion to new heights, drive her over the edge from the ordinary house wife into the shadowy world of whores, of fuck cunts, of huge black cocks that fucked you for money and no other reason.
Wendell watched her as she rose toward her cumming. Then reluctantly, he said, “Boo, we’re here honey. Are you really ready to be my fuck whore baby?”
Staci was so close to cumming that she could barely focus. All she could do was nod her head and wish she could walk into the bar with Wendell’s hugeness still inside her mouth.
Wendell pulled up into the parking lot, into the parking space that had been reserved for him, and his new white whore. The place of honor. Wendell looked at Staci, took a deep reluctant breath, and said, “Well you fucking slut, get out. Time to earn me my pussy money you fucking whore. Don’t you dare make any of my clients mad. You damn well better fuck every one of them tonight, god damn it, or I will beat you wherever you’re not sore yet after they are done with you. Got it, whore?” A tear trickled down his cheek as he watched a beautiful innocent woman that was about to transform into a depraved whore . . . . . for him.
Nodding, Staci got out of Wendell’s cab, then walked hurriedly through the cold to the bar door. Her excited, cold hardened nipples protruded hugely. Her cunt lips were almost totally exposed, held apart now by the panties that had previously covered her sex.
The intense noise of the bar suddenly hushed as her tiny white body entered the room full of black men of all sizes and shapes. Their unbelieving eyes stared at her, taking in her belly dancing costume that now showcased her pussy lips, and her nipples, like she was Mother Sex personified.
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Three
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Bobbi walked slowly as he headed home, thinking as he walked. A little voice in his head started asking him questions. Questions like ‘Why did you refuse Staci when she clearly wanted to make love with you over the last year or so?’
Bobbi realized that he was somehow beyond lying to himself any more. He thought about it only for an instant before, in brilliant clarity, he knew that he had preferred porn to his own wife. He felt shame at that, knowing that about himself. He remembered the many times Staci had asked him to go to bed with her over the last year. He had blown her off so many times. Chagrinned, he remembered watching black cocks fucking white women’s cunts, masturbating to orgasm until he could not cum any more, then going to bed. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered lying there, feeling her tiny body silently crying, her back to him, hiding her feelings of exclusion. Why in the hell had he done that, he wondered. And not just once, but many, many times.
So his wife, who did love him more than her own life, had come to him. She had found a way to give him what she perceived to be what he wanted, a black man fucking a white woman. She had become his fantasy……… to please him. He could see it now.
Then he thought about what she had said. “I have Cancer.” She had apologized to HIM! For having CANCER! Bobbi was deeply ashamed of his INCREDIBLE selfishness.
So she had met Wendell as she was looking for a way to provide him with what he would need after she died. She had done this for him, her beloved husband, rather than focus on her own problems. She had lovingly tried to solve his coming problems. ‘My god, what a woman, what a loving wife!’ he thought as he rounded the last corner before his house. THEIR house!
Bobbi promised himself that he would begin anew, he would focus on his wife’s remaining days, be the husband he knew he should have been all along, but wasn’t. Bobbi cried in relief as he worked to forgive himself for being the self centered schmuck he had been for so many years. Time to focus on HER now, his beloved wife. Time to be what he knew he should be, could be.
Then he remembered the benefit, Wendell's benefit.
Bobbi walked slowly as he headed home, thinking as he walked. A little voice in his head started asking him questions. Questions like ‘Why did you refuse Staci when she clearly wanted to make love with you over the last year or so?’
Bobbi realized that he was somehow beyond lying to himself any more. He thought about it only for an instant before, in brilliant clarity, he knew that he had preferred porn to his own wife. He felt shame at that, knowing that about himself. He remembered the many times Staci had asked him to go to bed with her over the last year. He had blown her off so many times. Chagrinned, he remembered watching black cocks fucking white women’s cunts, masturbating to orgasm until he could not cum any more, then going to bed. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered lying there, feeling her tiny body silently crying, her back to him, hiding her feelings of exclusion. Why in the hell had he done that, he wondered. And not just once, but many, many times.
So his wife, who did love him more than her own life, had come to him. She had found a way to give him what she perceived to be what he wanted, a black man fucking a white woman. She had become his fantasy……… to please him. He could see it now.
Then he thought about what she had said. “I have Cancer.” She had apologized to HIM! For having CANCER! Bobbi was deeply ashamed of his INCREDIBLE selfishness.
So she had met Wendell as she was looking for a way to provide him with what he would need after she died. She had done this for him, her beloved husband, rather than focus on her own problems. She had lovingly tried to solve his coming problems. ‘My god, what a woman, what a loving wife!’ he thought as he rounded the last corner before his house. THEIR house!
Bobbi promised himself that he would begin anew, he would focus on his wife’s remaining days, be the husband he knew he should have been all along, but wasn’t. Bobbi cried in relief as he worked to forgive himself for being the self centered schmuck he had been for so many years. Time to focus on HER now, his beloved wife. Time to be what he knew he should be, could be.
Then he remembered the benefit, Wendell's benefit.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“Wendell, sweetheart, what time did you tell your friends I would be there to service them honey?”
“I told them ten o’clock or as soon as I had finished with you, Staci.”
Staci laughed her deep throated belly laugh. Then she grew pensive, “Wendell, I am nervous and scared. Will I be a good enough whore for you baby?”
Wendell walked over to her tiny body and put his strong long arms around her. He tilted her head up to him and gave her a lingering, soft kiss. Disengaging, Wendell looked into his lover’s eyes and said, “Staci, with a perfect body like yours, all you will have to do is lie there. The men will do all the work, Boo. You should know though, there may be a man there that is larger than I am.”
“Do you mean his body or his penis Wendell?”
“His penis. I am taller than he is. …….. But his dick,” Wendell’s mouth spread to a wide grin as he talked, “is at least two inches longer than mine, and a whole lot thicker.”
Staci looked down at Wendell’s soft cock dangling between his heavily muscled thighs, and wondered how that could be possible. “Sweetheart, will he be gentle with me like you were?”
Wendell held the new love of his life in a gentle caring embrace as he reassured her that she would not be required to do anything that she did not want to do tonight. “Staci, you know that I love you, right?”
Staci’s startled face looked up at Wendell’s, her eyes wide open in shock. “You do? ………… Oh God, Wend…………..”
Wendell placed his fingers over her mouth, hushing her. “Boo, I don’t expect you to love me baby. I know you love Bob, not me. And that is OK. I just want you to know, I love you Staci.”
Tears sprang to Staci’s eyes. Her brain was in utter shocked turmoil. She was thinking ‘How do I deserve this, two men in love with me? Two fantastic men. In love with me …….. why could I have not started doing this years ago? So many tears, so many heart aches.’ Staci began sobbing. Wendell held her as she shook in her joy, her new found love of life.
Finally Staci looked back up at Wendell and murmured, “Thank you Wendell for being the kind of man that can admit that. You are incredible in so many ways baby.”
And that was all that Wendell needed to hear.
They cuddled for a long while, their bare skin, their naked bodies feeding erotic energy back and forth between them. Finally Wendell suggested that they get ready to go the benefit. Staci stood on her tiptoes, kissed Wendell, then turned to go to her bath. “Come talk to me baby, while I bathe, ……. please?” She smiled shyly at him.
As Staci ran the water for her bath, Wendell sat on the side of the tub, watching her smooth graceful body. As she turned away from him, he reached forward and caressed her bottom, running his finger slowly down to her widely opened flower, still coated with his orgasm. His finger slipped inside her. She drew in her breath, and just like that she was again ready to receive him into her body.
Wendell chuckled. “Boo, you are the most sexual woman I have ever met.”
Staci smiled over her shoulder at him as she poured the bath oils into her bath. “Only since I met Deni, honey.” Her angelic face turned pensive. “Wendell, ……. I want a name that I can call you, …… like Boo, but not Boo. Do you know what I mean? …… What can I call you honey? Something that says you are so very special to me.”
Wendell thought for a moment. Then his face broke into a grin. “Well, my momma, rest her soul, called me Doo.” Staci’s eyes caressed his face as she grinned. “I suppose you’re going to want to know why………..”
Staci chuckled. “’Doo’? Yeah, that requires an explanation honey.” Staci turned off the bath water.
“Well, I was always talking about what I was going to ‘do’ …. “
Staci giggled as she stepped into her bath. “Like what baby? What were some of your dreams, …… your projects, …. as a kid?” Her hands took the sponge, and disappeared down under the soap bubbled covered water. She spread her thighs to reach her place most needing cleaning. Lovingly, Wendell watched her bath her most private and most sensitive parts.
Wendell chuckled, blushing. Staci could see the flushing of his face even through his dark skin. “Well, Boo, let me just say I was always thinking about sex, even at that age…..”
Staci laughed too, and Wendell’s eyes move to the laughter induced jiggling of her milky white breasts. His eyes stayed there long enough to cause Staci to blush as well. “So . . . . . Doo, . . . . belly dancing to break the ice tonight, right? That IS what we agreed to with Deni, right?”
“Yeah baby, ………….. I can tell you, Boo, no one will be more turned on than me! I have not had a woman belly dance for me since I was in the middle east with the military, and the very idea that that women is going to allow my friend’s to enjoy her delectable body …………. Oh God! I can hardly wait!.” Wendell looked down quickly, then back into Staci’s eyes. “Staci, let me say it one last time, OK?”
“Wendell, I know what you’re going to say, ‘I don’t have to do this.’ Wendell, let ME say it one last time. You have seen my fantasy list. The activities of tonight are very high up on it, right? Just below me having a baby, right?” Wendell nodded. “So just let me help you out of your debt as I live my fantasy at the same time. That is all this is, Doo, me living out my fantasies. In my secret fantasies I have always wanted to try being a whore. I have always wanted to try fucking a huge black cock. I have always wanted to get gang banged. I mean, it took Deni finally asking me to bring it out. Now it is out in the open, and I have admitted it to myself, finally, that I want to be a sexual woman. Now I KNOW I want to do this in the worst way, Doo. The worst, and best, way baby. My black cock fucking white pussy is throbbing right now in anticipation!” Staci chuckled softly to herself as she experimentally touched herself below the water.
“What was that chuckle about Boo?”
“I was just thinking that until you walked into my life, for real, last night, I had never even said the word ‘Fuck’ out loud. Now I say it as a part of my normal conversation. And you know what Doo? I LIKE the new me. Wendell, Doo, I …… LOVE the new me!”
Wendell smiled in loving fondness at her gorgeous, beaming face. He had not once felt this good during his year of single life. Not since his wife was alive had he felt anywhere nearly as good as he did right now.
Staci looked at him as she got out of her bath. “Wendell, you sweet lover, I have no idea of this is possible, but I think I love both of you, you AND Bob. And damn if I don’t feel the same way about Deni. Amazing! Remember that song, ‘Torn between Two Lovers’? Well, I just figured it out, she could have told her husband about the other guy, and had it ALL, withOUT the guilt!”
Wendell lovingly dried her voluptuous body, visualizing her on the bar’s pool table, legs spread, man after man enjoying her charms. He felt himself stir in anticipation.
“Help me write my note to Bobbi baby.” In ten minutes they had it worded satisfactorily.
“Now help me pick out the perfect clothes for Bobbi to wear tonight, Doo.” Wendell grinned in delight as Staci carefully laid the clothing out on the bed.
“Wendell, sweetheart, what time did you tell your friends I would be there to service them honey?”
“I told them ten o’clock or as soon as I had finished with you, Staci.”
Staci laughed her deep throated belly laugh. Then she grew pensive, “Wendell, I am nervous and scared. Will I be a good enough whore for you baby?”
Wendell walked over to her tiny body and put his strong long arms around her. He tilted her head up to him and gave her a lingering, soft kiss. Disengaging, Wendell looked into his lover’s eyes and said, “Staci, with a perfect body like yours, all you will have to do is lie there. The men will do all the work, Boo. You should know though, there may be a man there that is larger than I am.”
“Do you mean his body or his penis Wendell?”
“His penis. I am taller than he is. …….. But his dick,” Wendell’s mouth spread to a wide grin as he talked, “is at least two inches longer than mine, and a whole lot thicker.”
Staci looked down at Wendell’s soft cock dangling between his heavily muscled thighs, and wondered how that could be possible. “Sweetheart, will he be gentle with me like you were?”
Wendell held the new love of his life in a gentle caring embrace as he reassured her that she would not be required to do anything that she did not want to do tonight. “Staci, you know that I love you, right?”
Staci’s startled face looked up at Wendell’s, her eyes wide open in shock. “You do? ………… Oh God, Wend…………..”
Wendell placed his fingers over her mouth, hushing her. “Boo, I don’t expect you to love me baby. I know you love Bob, not me. And that is OK. I just want you to know, I love you Staci.”
Tears sprang to Staci’s eyes. Her brain was in utter shocked turmoil. She was thinking ‘How do I deserve this, two men in love with me? Two fantastic men. In love with me …….. why could I have not started doing this years ago? So many tears, so many heart aches.’ Staci began sobbing. Wendell held her as she shook in her joy, her new found love of life.
Finally Staci looked back up at Wendell and murmured, “Thank you Wendell for being the kind of man that can admit that. You are incredible in so many ways baby.”
And that was all that Wendell needed to hear.
They cuddled for a long while, their bare skin, their naked bodies feeding erotic energy back and forth between them. Finally Wendell suggested that they get ready to go the benefit. Staci stood on her tiptoes, kissed Wendell, then turned to go to her bath. “Come talk to me baby, while I bathe, ……. please?” She smiled shyly at him.
As Staci ran the water for her bath, Wendell sat on the side of the tub, watching her smooth graceful body. As she turned away from him, he reached forward and caressed her bottom, running his finger slowly down to her widely opened flower, still coated with his orgasm. His finger slipped inside her. She drew in her breath, and just like that she was again ready to receive him into her body.
Wendell chuckled. “Boo, you are the most sexual woman I have ever met.”
Staci smiled over her shoulder at him as she poured the bath oils into her bath. “Only since I met Deni, honey.” Her angelic face turned pensive. “Wendell, ……. I want a name that I can call you, …… like Boo, but not Boo. Do you know what I mean? …… What can I call you honey? Something that says you are so very special to me.”
Wendell thought for a moment. Then his face broke into a grin. “Well, my momma, rest her soul, called me Doo.” Staci’s eyes caressed his face as she grinned. “I suppose you’re going to want to know why………..”
Staci chuckled. “’Doo’? Yeah, that requires an explanation honey.” Staci turned off the bath water.
“Well, I was always talking about what I was going to ‘do’ …. “
Staci giggled as she stepped into her bath. “Like what baby? What were some of your dreams, …… your projects, …. as a kid?” Her hands took the sponge, and disappeared down under the soap bubbled covered water. She spread her thighs to reach her place most needing cleaning. Lovingly, Wendell watched her bath her most private and most sensitive parts.
Wendell chuckled, blushing. Staci could see the flushing of his face even through his dark skin. “Well, Boo, let me just say I was always thinking about sex, even at that age…..”
Staci laughed too, and Wendell’s eyes move to the laughter induced jiggling of her milky white breasts. His eyes stayed there long enough to cause Staci to blush as well. “So . . . . . Doo, . . . . belly dancing to break the ice tonight, right? That IS what we agreed to with Deni, right?”
“Yeah baby, ………….. I can tell you, Boo, no one will be more turned on than me! I have not had a woman belly dance for me since I was in the middle east with the military, and the very idea that that women is going to allow my friend’s to enjoy her delectable body …………. Oh God! I can hardly wait!.” Wendell looked down quickly, then back into Staci’s eyes. “Staci, let me say it one last time, OK?”
“Wendell, I know what you’re going to say, ‘I don’t have to do this.’ Wendell, let ME say it one last time. You have seen my fantasy list. The activities of tonight are very high up on it, right? Just below me having a baby, right?” Wendell nodded. “So just let me help you out of your debt as I live my fantasy at the same time. That is all this is, Doo, me living out my fantasies. In my secret fantasies I have always wanted to try being a whore. I have always wanted to try fucking a huge black cock. I have always wanted to get gang banged. I mean, it took Deni finally asking me to bring it out. Now it is out in the open, and I have admitted it to myself, finally, that I want to be a sexual woman. Now I KNOW I want to do this in the worst way, Doo. The worst, and best, way baby. My black cock fucking white pussy is throbbing right now in anticipation!” Staci chuckled softly to herself as she experimentally touched herself below the water.
“What was that chuckle about Boo?”
“I was just thinking that until you walked into my life, for real, last night, I had never even said the word ‘Fuck’ out loud. Now I say it as a part of my normal conversation. And you know what Doo? I LIKE the new me. Wendell, Doo, I …… LOVE the new me!”
Wendell smiled in loving fondness at her gorgeous, beaming face. He had not once felt this good during his year of single life. Not since his wife was alive had he felt anywhere nearly as good as he did right now.
Staci looked at him as she got out of her bath. “Wendell, you sweet lover, I have no idea of this is possible, but I think I love both of you, you AND Bob. And damn if I don’t feel the same way about Deni. Amazing! Remember that song, ‘Torn between Two Lovers’? Well, I just figured it out, she could have told her husband about the other guy, and had it ALL, withOUT the guilt!”
Wendell lovingly dried her voluptuous body, visualizing her on the bar’s pool table, legs spread, man after man enjoying her charms. He felt himself stir in anticipation.
“Help me write my note to Bobbi baby.” In ten minutes they had it worded satisfactorily.
“Now help me pick out the perfect clothes for Bobbi to wear tonight, Doo.” Wendell grinned in delight as Staci carefully laid the clothing out on the bed.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty One
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“Uno Mas, god damn it!” Bobbi raised his glass toward the cocktail waitress.
“Uno momento! God Damn it!” the waitress yelled back.
Bobbi sat there, his cock hard, aching, making him miserable, unable to dismiss the images that were swirling in his head. The visions of that huge black cock fucking into his wife, fucking over and over a long, long time because it was so big, and his wife was so small. The images of it in his own mouth as he sucked, not really willing to admit he liked it, but then also not willing to admit that he didn’t want to let it go.
And then, at the end of each glass of beer, while he watched the foam of the beer run down the sides of the glass, bobbi relived the sensation of eating the huge black cock’s cum from within his wife’s hugely stretched-out cunt. Between glasses of beer, he was tortured by the sensation of his own little cock being unable to feel her pussy walls because they were so vastly stretched out now, not at all the tiny tightness he could remember when he had made love to her on their honeymoon.
The waitress brought another glass of beer, setting it in front of him. “So what is YOUR story of woe young man?” Bobbi had noticed that this waitress-bitch was a gossip, moving from table to table collecting choice tidbits of inform and then spreading them about to the other bar patrons.
But bobbi could not stop his drunken, vengeful mouth from telling her everything. All the while he was talking to the bitch about his problems, he was thinking ‘This is stupid, why am I telling her this?’ But it just poured out. Then, to his horror, he heard himself tell her about sucking the big black cock, and how hard his penis was sitting there, and how badly his cock ached. He just needed to tell someone, anyone, about his pain.
The waitress’s eyes got bigger and bigger as she listened delightedly. Finally unable to contain her self, she asked “Is your wife’s name Staci?”
Bobbi knew now, for certain, that he had just passed that point where he was going to desperately regret drinking tonight. But, true to his inebriated form, bobbi was just too far gone to listen to his inner voice of preservation. “Yeah, god damn it, what’s that to you, bitch?”
The waitress shrieked in peals of high pitched delighted laughter. She leaned back, and in her smoke deepened voice delightedly shouted, “Hey ever body! Listen up! This is bobbi, Staci’s his wife! You know! ……….. Wendell’s new little white whore that he is sharing with everybody over at the benefit at the Pussy Cat Bar tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
There was not a sound in the bar as every single eye turned to stare at him. The hair on the back of bobbi’s neck stood up, his asshole puckered tightly closed, and his head ducked as far into his shoulders as it could go.
Finally, a drunk elderly regular sitting at the bar said, “Buy shat man a round, he desherves it. Heyyyyy shon, take it for the compliment it ish, cause for Wendell ta be fuckin her, she gots to be a real beauty!” The bar erupted in more gales of laughter as the drunk turned back to the bartender and told him to put bobbi’s beer on his tab.
Bobbi’s face was crimson in shame. Tears burned his eyes. He stumbled from his stool, then ran for the door, stubbing his toe as he went out. In his inebriated condition, he stumbled badly, then fell, tearing the knees on his trouser and bloodying his elbows and knees. He lay there on the sidewalk for several minutes, breathing hard, people stepping around him in order to pass. The only image in his mind was of a huge black thick cock fucking in and out of his wife’s stretched cunt, with Staci’s moans of orgasm going on and on and on. His cock ached horribly in its hardness, twisted within his trousers. Bobbi wished his little white cock would just fall off and stop tormenting him.
Finally, bobbi rose from his twisted miserable heap. He staggered off toward home wondering if Staci and Wendell were really gone, were in that bar the bitch had named, . . . . . what was it?
As he walked, his penis finally softened.
He felt totally lost. Was he indeed losing his wife to Wendell, or was he going to lose her to cancer. Or was he going to loose her to both? Bobbi finally just muttered, “I guess it makes no difference, I am going to loose my wife one way or the other.” He felt without hope, without friends . . . . . . without Staci. When his need to urinate arose, he simply let it come, not even bothering to pull his worthless flesh from within his trousers.
As bobbi wove his way home, he began to think about what it would be like without Staci around. At first he could not even fathom what that would be like. No Staci. No wife . . . . . Cook his own food . . . . . . . Clean his own house . . . . . try to date again . . . . . . spend his own money . . . . . . . do whatever he wanted to whenever he wanted to. . . . . . . .
No Staci.
Bobbi began to cry, sobbing as he thought about not ever being able to hold his wife again. Even as drunk as he was, he realized that he had not held her, or made love to her for a very long time. He tried to remember how long it had been since they made love. God, so much porn to look at . . . . . so little time. So many black-men-fucking-white-sluts sites and groups and chat rooms. And videos to watch.
He thought about the chat site where he pretended to be a black man with a huge cock and how the women had fawned over him, begged him to contact them, wanted him to come to their house and fuck them in front of their white husband. In spite of his wet crotch, his horror at losing his wife, his torn clothes, his scratched knees and elbows, that his wife had started fucking around on him, he grinned as he thought about how he had pretended to fuck a white woman as her husband watched his words appear on their computer screen. She had told bobbi that her husband was actually licking her freshly cyber fucked pussy that he had just filled with his black cyber cum.
Bobbi stopped walking as he remembered that he had just done exactly that a few hours ago. His aching agony of an erection returned full force as he thought about how Wendell’s black cum had tasted as he lapped it from within his wife’s hugely stretched-out pussy. Bobbi’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as he thought about Wendell’s cock in his mouth. His tongue began to work against the top of his mouth and he salivated as he remembered the taste of his wife’s pussy mixed with Wendell’s cum. Bobbi rubbed his crotch, wishing he had just relaxed and let Staci control his actions, and just enjoyed the chance to experience such a magnificent body as Wendell’s.
Bobbi turned and walked toward home. Somewhere between the bar and home, Bobbi grew up.
“Uno Mas, god damn it!” Bobbi raised his glass toward the cocktail waitress.
“Uno momento! God Damn it!” the waitress yelled back.
Bobbi sat there, his cock hard, aching, making him miserable, unable to dismiss the images that were swirling in his head. The visions of that huge black cock fucking into his wife, fucking over and over a long, long time because it was so big, and his wife was so small. The images of it in his own mouth as he sucked, not really willing to admit he liked it, but then also not willing to admit that he didn’t want to let it go.
And then, at the end of each glass of beer, while he watched the foam of the beer run down the sides of the glass, bobbi relived the sensation of eating the huge black cock’s cum from within his wife’s hugely stretched-out cunt. Between glasses of beer, he was tortured by the sensation of his own little cock being unable to feel her pussy walls because they were so vastly stretched out now, not at all the tiny tightness he could remember when he had made love to her on their honeymoon.
The waitress brought another glass of beer, setting it in front of him. “So what is YOUR story of woe young man?” Bobbi had noticed that this waitress-bitch was a gossip, moving from table to table collecting choice tidbits of inform and then spreading them about to the other bar patrons.
But bobbi could not stop his drunken, vengeful mouth from telling her everything. All the while he was talking to the bitch about his problems, he was thinking ‘This is stupid, why am I telling her this?’ But it just poured out. Then, to his horror, he heard himself tell her about sucking the big black cock, and how hard his penis was sitting there, and how badly his cock ached. He just needed to tell someone, anyone, about his pain.
The waitress’s eyes got bigger and bigger as she listened delightedly. Finally unable to contain her self, she asked “Is your wife’s name Staci?”
Bobbi knew now, for certain, that he had just passed that point where he was going to desperately regret drinking tonight. But, true to his inebriated form, bobbi was just too far gone to listen to his inner voice of preservation. “Yeah, god damn it, what’s that to you, bitch?”
The waitress shrieked in peals of high pitched delighted laughter. She leaned back, and in her smoke deepened voice delightedly shouted, “Hey ever body! Listen up! This is bobbi, Staci’s his wife! You know! ……….. Wendell’s new little white whore that he is sharing with everybody over at the benefit at the Pussy Cat Bar tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
There was not a sound in the bar as every single eye turned to stare at him. The hair on the back of bobbi’s neck stood up, his asshole puckered tightly closed, and his head ducked as far into his shoulders as it could go.
Finally, a drunk elderly regular sitting at the bar said, “Buy shat man a round, he desherves it. Heyyyyy shon, take it for the compliment it ish, cause for Wendell ta be fuckin her, she gots to be a real beauty!” The bar erupted in more gales of laughter as the drunk turned back to the bartender and told him to put bobbi’s beer on his tab.
Bobbi’s face was crimson in shame. Tears burned his eyes. He stumbled from his stool, then ran for the door, stubbing his toe as he went out. In his inebriated condition, he stumbled badly, then fell, tearing the knees on his trouser and bloodying his elbows and knees. He lay there on the sidewalk for several minutes, breathing hard, people stepping around him in order to pass. The only image in his mind was of a huge black thick cock fucking in and out of his wife’s stretched cunt, with Staci’s moans of orgasm going on and on and on. His cock ached horribly in its hardness, twisted within his trousers. Bobbi wished his little white cock would just fall off and stop tormenting him.
Finally, bobbi rose from his twisted miserable heap. He staggered off toward home wondering if Staci and Wendell were really gone, were in that bar the bitch had named, . . . . . what was it?
As he walked, his penis finally softened.
He felt totally lost. Was he indeed losing his wife to Wendell, or was he going to lose her to cancer. Or was he going to loose her to both? Bobbi finally just muttered, “I guess it makes no difference, I am going to loose my wife one way or the other.” He felt without hope, without friends . . . . . . without Staci. When his need to urinate arose, he simply let it come, not even bothering to pull his worthless flesh from within his trousers.
As bobbi wove his way home, he began to think about what it would be like without Staci around. At first he could not even fathom what that would be like. No Staci. No wife . . . . . Cook his own food . . . . . . . Clean his own house . . . . . try to date again . . . . . . spend his own money . . . . . . . do whatever he wanted to whenever he wanted to. . . . . . . .
No Staci.
Bobbi began to cry, sobbing as he thought about not ever being able to hold his wife again. Even as drunk as he was, he realized that he had not held her, or made love to her for a very long time. He tried to remember how long it had been since they made love. God, so much porn to look at . . . . . so little time. So many black-men-fucking-white-sluts sites and groups and chat rooms. And videos to watch.
He thought about the chat site where he pretended to be a black man with a huge cock and how the women had fawned over him, begged him to contact them, wanted him to come to their house and fuck them in front of their white husband. In spite of his wet crotch, his horror at losing his wife, his torn clothes, his scratched knees and elbows, that his wife had started fucking around on him, he grinned as he thought about how he had pretended to fuck a white woman as her husband watched his words appear on their computer screen. She had told bobbi that her husband was actually licking her freshly cyber fucked pussy that he had just filled with his black cyber cum.
Bobbi stopped walking as he remembered that he had just done exactly that a few hours ago. His aching agony of an erection returned full force as he thought about how Wendell’s black cum had tasted as he lapped it from within his wife’s hugely stretched-out pussy. Bobbi’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as he thought about Wendell’s cock in his mouth. His tongue began to work against the top of his mouth and he salivated as he remembered the taste of his wife’s pussy mixed with Wendell’s cum. Bobbi rubbed his crotch, wishing he had just relaxed and let Staci control his actions, and just enjoyed the chance to experience such a magnificent body as Wendell’s.
Bobbi turned and walked toward home. Somewhere between the bar and home, Bobbi grew up.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Bobbi stomped out, angrily puzzling as to whether Staci was running a con on him. ‘She just wants me to feel sorry for her,’ he thought as he stomped out to his car. ‘Shit! Wendell’s fricking cab is parked right behind mine. Damn it. First he fucks my wife and now he is blocking me in. Fuck it, I’m out of here!’ Bobbi stomped off toward the nearest tavern, muttering and swearing under his breath.
Meanwhile, Wendell walked back into the master bedroom, and sat beside Staci. Wendell put his hand on Staci’s shuddering shoulder, kneading the knots from her sobbing body. “Staci baby, its OK honey. Like your therapist said, and like Deni told us, it is better to have Bob pissed off when you tell him that. It sinks in slower, doesn’t hurt as much in the long run.”
“But Wendell, I don’t think he even believed me!” she sobbed.
“He will think it through and some around, you watch Boo. Bob is a smart man. You have to admit that we shook him up pretty good tonight.”
As Wendell continued to knead Staci’s shoulders, her shuddering sobs slowed, then stopped. She crawled under the covers and lay there, exhausted by her grief and uncertainty . . . . . and sexual fulfillment. Wendell lay beside her, holding her, caressing her. Shortly thereafter, he heard her breathing turn gentle and regular. He kissed her softly as she slumbered. After a few minutes, he got up slowly, so as not to disturb her, and went into the study off the Master Bedroom. He logged on and saw that Deni’s little yellow Yahoo face was lit up.
W: Deni, you on?
D: Yes, HI! How is it going? I am on pins and needles here! GOD this is so exciting! Spill the beans baby!
W: You been on all night, waiting?
D: God yes! I can no more stand to wait to hear than jump over the moon on a jackass, Spill Wendell!
W: Not into being teased tonight huh?
D: Tease me more after you tell me what is happening you shit
W: Well, she is even prettier in person than in her pictures. And Deni, her body is spectacular.
D: Damn it, Wendell, have you fucked her yet or not?
W: Deni, you know damn well I have. Two times deep and solid.
D: No shit? Wendell did you really honest?
W: Deni, you know me better than to question my integrity now! Where are your manners young lady?
D: Laughing
D: Your calling me young? So how was it Wendell? Did Staci cum too?
W: Which time? At the club? Or in the taxi? Or here at the House?
D: Wendell, the rules are I ask the questions, you answer them fully and completely, right?
W: By the way, Staci and I are going to come to Oregon and have you for a dinner sandwich, you in the middle
There was a long pause as Deni thought about that, then
D: No SHIT!???? When?
W: We didn’t decide that yet, but baby, we are going to come and sleep at your house! Linda and Liez had better be ready to let us into your dog pile sweetheart.
Wendell and Deni continued to chat for awhile. Wendell filled Deni in on the evening’s events. Wendell heard the toilet flush and soon thereafter Staci came padding into the study, still naked. She sat on Wendell’s lap and reached up and turned the cam on.
S: Hey Deni! Can you see us?
D: Oh MY GOD! There you two are naked as jay birds! Are you going to prove that you two fucked so I can certify the union?
W: Damn straight there little woman! Stace here is going to suck my big black cock for you Deni! Want to watch that first?
D: Oh god! Oh God! Oh God! I can’t believe after all our planning that it is actually happening! Where is Bob at?
S: He went stomping out after I told him that I was, . . . . . . after I told . . . . . . After . . . . . . . . afterwards.
Staci’s lower lip trembled again as she fought for control.
“It’s OK Boo, it’s OK now. Let it out, we’re your friends honey, go ahead and let it out baby.”
Staci began to sniffle as tears welled up in her eyes. Deni typed her hugs and kisses and verbal support as Wendell hugged and held Staci in real time. After a bit, Staci’s tears dried again. She got off of Wendell’s lap, then knelt and picked Wendell’s large black phallus up in her little white hand. Deni started typing like crazy as Staci took Wendell’s cock into her mouth. Staci’s gorgeous blue eyes looked into the camera as she suckled the massiveness that was Wendell. Deni was furiously touching her self as she watched her two dear cyber friends having sex right before her eyes. They had cybered a number of times, but to actually see Wendell’s massive black tool being swallowed by Staci’s little white mouth, in real time, was more than Deni could handle. Her orgasm was long, and strong, and full of wetness.
After Deni calmed down, Staci took the camera and set it on the floor before them. Then taking Wendell’s huge black member into her small white hand. She moved over his lap and slowly reinserted the huge black cock into her stretched and elongated pussy. Deni’s eyes were bulging as she watched inch after inch disappear into Staci’s small white body. Deni could not believe the ease with which Staci assimilated Wendell’s massiveness.
D: If I had not witnessed this, I would swear it could not fit inside you Staci! MY GOD! Tell me what it feels like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
S: Well, it feels like it is touching my tongue. God Deni, you should have felt it when he came way down deep inside me. It was like someone had turned a hose on inside me Deni! Deep, like clear up in my stomach! It took me a long time to enter me the first time, but as you can see, my body can take him easily now! And Deni, I swear, I will never give up this big black cock. . . . . . . But I will share it with you . . . . . . .
D: NO SHIT? It really is true, you two are coming to see me? OH GOD! I am so excited! WHEN??????????????????????????
S: Well, we figure we should have a huge part of Wendell’s debt retired by April, how about May or June?
The trio of cyber lovers chatted on for some time. Staci rose and fell on Wendell’s cock as they cybered sweet nothings back and forth.
Suddenly Staci began to convulse in orgasm as Deni’s eyes watched her dear friend shuddering in utter bliss. Wendell’s face began to show signs of strain, then he started to ram his huge cock up into Staci’s body. Their mutual orgasm lasted for a long time, Deni frantically frigging her own pussy as they all came together. As Wendell’s cock filled Staci with white cream, Deni began to see signs of Wendell’s cum appearing from Staci’s little tightly stretched cunt lips. Deni dropped into an over powering orgasm and passed out.
Meanwhile bobbi was at his favorite drinking hole, drowning his anger, and thinking about a certain huge black cock fucking into a certain tiny white pussy. ‘Well, it used to be tight and tiny,’ he thought.
Bobbi stomped out, angrily puzzling as to whether Staci was running a con on him. ‘She just wants me to feel sorry for her,’ he thought as he stomped out to his car. ‘Shit! Wendell’s fricking cab is parked right behind mine. Damn it. First he fucks my wife and now he is blocking me in. Fuck it, I’m out of here!’ Bobbi stomped off toward the nearest tavern, muttering and swearing under his breath.
Meanwhile, Wendell walked back into the master bedroom, and sat beside Staci. Wendell put his hand on Staci’s shuddering shoulder, kneading the knots from her sobbing body. “Staci baby, its OK honey. Like your therapist said, and like Deni told us, it is better to have Bob pissed off when you tell him that. It sinks in slower, doesn’t hurt as much in the long run.”
“But Wendell, I don’t think he even believed me!” she sobbed.
“He will think it through and some around, you watch Boo. Bob is a smart man. You have to admit that we shook him up pretty good tonight.”
As Wendell continued to knead Staci’s shoulders, her shuddering sobs slowed, then stopped. She crawled under the covers and lay there, exhausted by her grief and uncertainty . . . . . and sexual fulfillment. Wendell lay beside her, holding her, caressing her. Shortly thereafter, he heard her breathing turn gentle and regular. He kissed her softly as she slumbered. After a few minutes, he got up slowly, so as not to disturb her, and went into the study off the Master Bedroom. He logged on and saw that Deni’s little yellow Yahoo face was lit up.
W: Deni, you on?
D: Yes, HI! How is it going? I am on pins and needles here! GOD this is so exciting! Spill the beans baby!
W: You been on all night, waiting?
D: God yes! I can no more stand to wait to hear than jump over the moon on a jackass, Spill Wendell!
W: Not into being teased tonight huh?
D: Tease me more after you tell me what is happening you shit
W: Well, she is even prettier in person than in her pictures. And Deni, her body is spectacular.
D: Damn it, Wendell, have you fucked her yet or not?
W: Deni, you know damn well I have. Two times deep and solid.
D: No shit? Wendell did you really honest?
W: Deni, you know me better than to question my integrity now! Where are your manners young lady?
D: Laughing
D: Your calling me young? So how was it Wendell? Did Staci cum too?
W: Which time? At the club? Or in the taxi? Or here at the House?
D: Wendell, the rules are I ask the questions, you answer them fully and completely, right?
W: By the way, Staci and I are going to come to Oregon and have you for a dinner sandwich, you in the middle
There was a long pause as Deni thought about that, then
D: No SHIT!???? When?
W: We didn’t decide that yet, but baby, we are going to come and sleep at your house! Linda and Liez had better be ready to let us into your dog pile sweetheart.
Wendell and Deni continued to chat for awhile. Wendell filled Deni in on the evening’s events. Wendell heard the toilet flush and soon thereafter Staci came padding into the study, still naked. She sat on Wendell’s lap and reached up and turned the cam on.
S: Hey Deni! Can you see us?
D: Oh MY GOD! There you two are naked as jay birds! Are you going to prove that you two fucked so I can certify the union?
W: Damn straight there little woman! Stace here is going to suck my big black cock for you Deni! Want to watch that first?
D: Oh god! Oh God! Oh God! I can’t believe after all our planning that it is actually happening! Where is Bob at?
S: He went stomping out after I told him that I was, . . . . . . after I told . . . . . . After . . . . . . . . afterwards.
Staci’s lower lip trembled again as she fought for control.
“It’s OK Boo, it’s OK now. Let it out, we’re your friends honey, go ahead and let it out baby.”
Staci began to sniffle as tears welled up in her eyes. Deni typed her hugs and kisses and verbal support as Wendell hugged and held Staci in real time. After a bit, Staci’s tears dried again. She got off of Wendell’s lap, then knelt and picked Wendell’s large black phallus up in her little white hand. Deni started typing like crazy as Staci took Wendell’s cock into her mouth. Staci’s gorgeous blue eyes looked into the camera as she suckled the massiveness that was Wendell. Deni was furiously touching her self as she watched her two dear cyber friends having sex right before her eyes. They had cybered a number of times, but to actually see Wendell’s massive black tool being swallowed by Staci’s little white mouth, in real time, was more than Deni could handle. Her orgasm was long, and strong, and full of wetness.
After Deni calmed down, Staci took the camera and set it on the floor before them. Then taking Wendell’s huge black member into her small white hand. She moved over his lap and slowly reinserted the huge black cock into her stretched and elongated pussy. Deni’s eyes were bulging as she watched inch after inch disappear into Staci’s small white body. Deni could not believe the ease with which Staci assimilated Wendell’s massiveness.
D: If I had not witnessed this, I would swear it could not fit inside you Staci! MY GOD! Tell me what it feels like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
S: Well, it feels like it is touching my tongue. God Deni, you should have felt it when he came way down deep inside me. It was like someone had turned a hose on inside me Deni! Deep, like clear up in my stomach! It took me a long time to enter me the first time, but as you can see, my body can take him easily now! And Deni, I swear, I will never give up this big black cock. . . . . . . But I will share it with you . . . . . . .
D: NO SHIT? It really is true, you two are coming to see me? OH GOD! I am so excited! WHEN??????????????????????????
S: Well, we figure we should have a huge part of Wendell’s debt retired by April, how about May or June?
The trio of cyber lovers chatted on for some time. Staci rose and fell on Wendell’s cock as they cybered sweet nothings back and forth.
Suddenly Staci began to convulse in orgasm as Deni’s eyes watched her dear friend shuddering in utter bliss. Wendell’s face began to show signs of strain, then he started to ram his huge cock up into Staci’s body. Their mutual orgasm lasted for a long time, Deni frantically frigging her own pussy as they all came together. As Wendell’s cock filled Staci with white cream, Deni began to see signs of Wendell’s cum appearing from Staci’s little tightly stretched cunt lips. Deni dropped into an over powering orgasm and passed out.
Meanwhile bobbi was at his favorite drinking hole, drowning his anger, and thinking about a certain huge black cock fucking into a certain tiny white pussy. ‘Well, it used to be tight and tiny,’ he thought.
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Nineteen
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
“Bobbi, come, sit beside me honey.” Staci patted the bed beside her. Bobbi stepped hesitantly to her, then sat. Staci scooted her pelvis up to bobbi’s hips, then put her arms around him. Bobbi was still shaking from his brush with danger. His hand was still caressing his sore neck where Wendell had raised him off his feet and held him there while getting his attention.
“Bobbi, sweetheart, are you . . . . . are you OK? . . . . . . Honey, a lot of black men have had horrible experiences in their childhood that trigger by being called ‘boy’ baby. Best not to do that honey. Very derogatory term to them.”
“No shit!”
“Bobbi, that was not planned, I am sorry that happened. You OK?”
Bobbi was beginning to regain his sense of self propriety, now that Staci was again paying attention to him. “I’ll be OK Stace.”
Staci looked at bobbi’s eyes, fixating on his face as she said evenly, “Bobbi, I need to know by tomorrow morning if you will agree, …… and no backing out bobbi, ….. if you will agree to be the adoptive father of Wendell’s child, the child that may already be conceiving inside my womb.”
Staci continued, “Sweetheart, let me say it again. I love you Bobbi.” Staci let her declaration hang in the air for awhile. Finally she continued. “Bobbi, there are going to be some drastic changes in our life for the next year of so. I need you to keep a positive attitude as we go through them honey.”
Bobbi turned to look at Staci , his eyes mocking hers. He could not believe she was making such ‘understatements,’ and making such outrageous requests of him. What in the world kind of stupid shenanigan was she going to pull next?
“Bobbi. Ummmmm ………..Bobbi, …………” She was very close to tears. Her lower lip quivered as she struggled to tell Bobbi what she wanted to tell him.
Bobbi was having none of it. “What Stace? What? More watch me fuck this black friend of mine? Suck his cock more Bobbi? Or is it time for me to let him fuck my ass Staci? What, just tell me what, Staci, so you can tell me you love me and figure out a way to bamboozle me into it.” Bobbi’s anger was finally coming out. He was REALLY pissed now. His face was a mask of anger, at his life, at his marriage, at what his wife was doing to him.
“No Bobbi, I am dying.”
“Right Stace, and I am going to grow wings and fly.”
Staci burst into tears, sobbing her heart out. “No, bo…bobbi, I” sob, “ I ….” sob, “ I have cancer.” Staci collapsed into a pool of tears. Her body wracked in grief, not for her, but for her husband, her Bob, her soul mate, the man that she had loved more than life since she was in high school. “Sorry Bobbi, I am” sob, “so sorry, baby.”
“Bobbi, come, sit beside me honey.” Staci patted the bed beside her. Bobbi stepped hesitantly to her, then sat. Staci scooted her pelvis up to bobbi’s hips, then put her arms around him. Bobbi was still shaking from his brush with danger. His hand was still caressing his sore neck where Wendell had raised him off his feet and held him there while getting his attention.
“Bobbi, sweetheart, are you . . . . . are you OK? . . . . . . Honey, a lot of black men have had horrible experiences in their childhood that trigger by being called ‘boy’ baby. Best not to do that honey. Very derogatory term to them.”
“No shit!”
“Bobbi, that was not planned, I am sorry that happened. You OK?”
Bobbi was beginning to regain his sense of self propriety, now that Staci was again paying attention to him. “I’ll be OK Stace.”
Staci looked at bobbi’s eyes, fixating on his face as she said evenly, “Bobbi, I need to know by tomorrow morning if you will agree, …… and no backing out bobbi, ….. if you will agree to be the adoptive father of Wendell’s child, the child that may already be conceiving inside my womb.”
Staci continued, “Sweetheart, let me say it again. I love you Bobbi.” Staci let her declaration hang in the air for awhile. Finally she continued. “Bobbi, there are going to be some drastic changes in our life for the next year of so. I need you to keep a positive attitude as we go through them honey.”
Bobbi turned to look at Staci , his eyes mocking hers. He could not believe she was making such ‘understatements,’ and making such outrageous requests of him. What in the world kind of stupid shenanigan was she going to pull next?
“Bobbi. Ummmmm ………..Bobbi, …………” She was very close to tears. Her lower lip quivered as she struggled to tell Bobbi what she wanted to tell him.
Bobbi was having none of it. “What Stace? What? More watch me fuck this black friend of mine? Suck his cock more Bobbi? Or is it time for me to let him fuck my ass Staci? What, just tell me what, Staci, so you can tell me you love me and figure out a way to bamboozle me into it.” Bobbi’s anger was finally coming out. He was REALLY pissed now. His face was a mask of anger, at his life, at his marriage, at what his wife was doing to him.
“No Bobbi, I am dying.”
“Right Stace, and I am going to grow wings and fly.”
Staci burst into tears, sobbing her heart out. “No, bo…bobbi, I” sob, “ I ….” sob, “ I have cancer.” Staci collapsed into a pool of tears. Her body wracked in grief, not for her, but for her husband, her Bob, her soul mate, the man that she had loved more than life since she was in high school. “Sorry Bobbi, I am” sob, “so sorry, baby.”
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Eighteen
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
All three returned to the Master Bedroom. Staci lay back down then patted the covers behind her inviting Wendell to join her on the bed. Wendell crawled in beside her, encircling her with his arms. One black thumb caressed the curve of Staci’s full breast, running across her slowly rising nipple on each slow pass.
Staci held her arms out toward bobbi, taking him into her embrace as he sat beside her. “Sweetheart, I know this is hard for you to understand. I know that you are wondering about what I am doing. But baby, I am thirty three years old. My birthday is in one week. I will be thirty four baby.” Bobbi could feel the knuckles on Wendell’s large hand touching his hip as Wendell caressed his wife’s intimate parts. “My clock is ticking, baby, one ticking clock is my biological clock. A woman is not fertile all her life you know, Bobbi. When I asked you to use a condom several months ago, I took the contents down to the lab and had your sperm analyzed.” Bobbi could not believe where he realized this conversation was going. “Bobbi, my beloved husband, you are not fertile, ……..I guess the word is potent. …… Your sperm has an extremely small chance of impregnating me.”
Staci watched bobbi’s face as she continued. “I know how hard that is to hear honey. But you know what, believe it or not, there are bigger things, more important things than that.”
Bobbi was barely listening, totally absorbed in his own self pity. His mind followed its own conversation. ‘She fucks another man in front of me, a fucking black man no less, letting him cum inside her cunt, then in front of him tells me I am impotent. She says she loves me, but how loving is she acting?’ Bobbi realized his wife had stopped talking, but was still looking at his face. “What?” he said full of irritation.
“You didn’t hear a word I said Bobbi, you’re too busy feeling sorry for yourself aren’t you?” Bobbi admitted to him self that it was true, he had heard nothing she said. And, yes, damn it, he was feeling sorry for himself.
“Bobbi, listen to me. Repeat back to me what I am about to say to you.”
“OK, Stace, sorry.”
“Bobby, a year ago Wendell lost his wife to cancer. Her medical bills for her medical work were over two hundred thousand dollars.” Staci looked at bobbi expectantly.
“What?” bobbi asked.
“What did I just say to you bobbi?”
Bobbi was irritated, and not just because she was treating him like a child. “SHIT! …..All right, damn it, you said Wendell’s wife died of cancer and has huge bills. So what? What does that have to do with us?”
Staci’s voice was patient, almost condescending. “Wendell is my dear friend, bobbi. Between him and Deni, they are my two best friends now. I intend to help Wendell pay his medical bills.”
“Well laughty-da! How are you going to do that? Pull all of our savings and give them to him? What the fuck Staci, people have problems. It isn’t our problem, why are you making it our problem?”
“Because bobbi, Wendell is my friend, and I …………. intend to use my body to help him pay his bills. ………….. It won’t cost YOU a fucking dime . . . asshole.” Staci had reached her limit of patience with her husband acting like a child. “Look you fucking self centered little cry baby shit, you walk though life caring only about how you are affected by the world around you. Never, NEVER, do you ask yourself how could I make this a better world for someone else. NEVER! God damn it bobbi, grow up! I am so ashamed of you. SHIT!” Staci turned into Wendell’s arms, put her arms around his massive chest, and began to cry.
Wendell could not contain his impatience, could not keep his mouth shut. He was too deeply affected by bobbi’s self absorption. “Bob, I lie here holding your wife, hearing her cry. I lie here knowing that you are deliberately not supporting her. Deliberately not listening to what she is trying to tell you. I agreed several months ago to help you out, YOU bobbi, after Staci is gone, but I am not sure I can do that. You are such a self centered selfish, little asshole. I am not sure that I can stomach your total indifference to a woman that loves you more than her own fucking life. GOD DAMN IT BOBBI, WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
That got bobbi’s attention. “Whoa! What happened to your jive accent there big boy?”
In a single cat-like move, Wendell had bobbi by the neck and had raised him from the floor. Their noses were touching as Wendell, with lips pulled back in a feral grimace, let his voice became barely a whisper. “Bobbi, you call me boy again, and I will kill you. Do you understand that? ……. Now raise one finger if you understand what I just said.” Bobbi meekly raised his index finger. “Good! …… Now bobbi, I am going to set you down, and if you say one derogatory thing to your wife, or to me, I will make sure that you remember it for the rest of your born days. Am I clear? Raise one finger if you agree to listen, and to grow the fuck up.” Bobbi again raised his index finger.
Wendell lowered bobbi slowly to the floor. After a few seconds of full frontal eye to eye, nose to nose contact, Wendell turned and walked out of the room. Bobbi stood here, his knees shaking as the adrenaline hit his muscles. Bobbi had never felt as close to death as the last few seconds. He stood there, shaking, as Staci watched him her head tilted back, her eye lids lowered. Bobbi’s eyes finally met his wife’s eyes. Bobbi flushed bright red, not trusting his voice to speak.
Staci spoke first. “So bobbi, you ready for the rest of your life to start yet?”
Bobbi nodded.
All three returned to the Master Bedroom. Staci lay back down then patted the covers behind her inviting Wendell to join her on the bed. Wendell crawled in beside her, encircling her with his arms. One black thumb caressed the curve of Staci’s full breast, running across her slowly rising nipple on each slow pass.
Staci held her arms out toward bobbi, taking him into her embrace as he sat beside her. “Sweetheart, I know this is hard for you to understand. I know that you are wondering about what I am doing. But baby, I am thirty three years old. My birthday is in one week. I will be thirty four baby.” Bobbi could feel the knuckles on Wendell’s large hand touching his hip as Wendell caressed his wife’s intimate parts. “My clock is ticking, baby, one ticking clock is my biological clock. A woman is not fertile all her life you know, Bobbi. When I asked you to use a condom several months ago, I took the contents down to the lab and had your sperm analyzed.” Bobbi could not believe where he realized this conversation was going. “Bobbi, my beloved husband, you are not fertile, ……..I guess the word is potent. …… Your sperm has an extremely small chance of impregnating me.”
Staci watched bobbi’s face as she continued. “I know how hard that is to hear honey. But you know what, believe it or not, there are bigger things, more important things than that.”
Bobbi was barely listening, totally absorbed in his own self pity. His mind followed its own conversation. ‘She fucks another man in front of me, a fucking black man no less, letting him cum inside her cunt, then in front of him tells me I am impotent. She says she loves me, but how loving is she acting?’ Bobbi realized his wife had stopped talking, but was still looking at his face. “What?” he said full of irritation.
“You didn’t hear a word I said Bobbi, you’re too busy feeling sorry for yourself aren’t you?” Bobbi admitted to him self that it was true, he had heard nothing she said. And, yes, damn it, he was feeling sorry for himself.
“Bobbi, listen to me. Repeat back to me what I am about to say to you.”
“OK, Stace, sorry.”
“Bobby, a year ago Wendell lost his wife to cancer. Her medical bills for her medical work were over two hundred thousand dollars.” Staci looked at bobbi expectantly.
“What?” bobbi asked.
“What did I just say to you bobbi?”
Bobbi was irritated, and not just because she was treating him like a child. “SHIT! …..All right, damn it, you said Wendell’s wife died of cancer and has huge bills. So what? What does that have to do with us?”
Staci’s voice was patient, almost condescending. “Wendell is my dear friend, bobbi. Between him and Deni, they are my two best friends now. I intend to help Wendell pay his medical bills.”
“Well laughty-da! How are you going to do that? Pull all of our savings and give them to him? What the fuck Staci, people have problems. It isn’t our problem, why are you making it our problem?”
“Because bobbi, Wendell is my friend, and I …………. intend to use my body to help him pay his bills. ………….. It won’t cost YOU a fucking dime . . . asshole.” Staci had reached her limit of patience with her husband acting like a child. “Look you fucking self centered little cry baby shit, you walk though life caring only about how you are affected by the world around you. Never, NEVER, do you ask yourself how could I make this a better world for someone else. NEVER! God damn it bobbi, grow up! I am so ashamed of you. SHIT!” Staci turned into Wendell’s arms, put her arms around his massive chest, and began to cry.
Wendell could not contain his impatience, could not keep his mouth shut. He was too deeply affected by bobbi’s self absorption. “Bob, I lie here holding your wife, hearing her cry. I lie here knowing that you are deliberately not supporting her. Deliberately not listening to what she is trying to tell you. I agreed several months ago to help you out, YOU bobbi, after Staci is gone, but I am not sure I can do that. You are such a self centered selfish, little asshole. I am not sure that I can stomach your total indifference to a woman that loves you more than her own fucking life. GOD DAMN IT BOBBI, WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
That got bobbi’s attention. “Whoa! What happened to your jive accent there big boy?”
In a single cat-like move, Wendell had bobbi by the neck and had raised him from the floor. Their noses were touching as Wendell, with lips pulled back in a feral grimace, let his voice became barely a whisper. “Bobbi, you call me boy again, and I will kill you. Do you understand that? ……. Now raise one finger if you understand what I just said.” Bobbi meekly raised his index finger. “Good! …… Now bobbi, I am going to set you down, and if you say one derogatory thing to your wife, or to me, I will make sure that you remember it for the rest of your born days. Am I clear? Raise one finger if you agree to listen, and to grow the fuck up.” Bobbi again raised his index finger.
Wendell lowered bobbi slowly to the floor. After a few seconds of full frontal eye to eye, nose to nose contact, Wendell turned and walked out of the room. Bobbi stood here, his knees shaking as the adrenaline hit his muscles. Bobbi had never felt as close to death as the last few seconds. He stood there, shaking, as Staci watched him her head tilted back, her eye lids lowered. Bobbi’s eyes finally met his wife’s eyes. Bobbi flushed bright red, not trusting his voice to speak.
Staci spoke first. “So bobbi, you ready for the rest of your life to start yet?”
Bobbi nodded.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Is She or Isn’t She? Part Seventeen
Copyright Deni Wom 2004
Staci was screaming, her whole body shuddering as she came. Bobbi could picture her beautiful face in his mind as she grimaced in an orgasm even more powerful than the ones she had experienced earlier. Wendell’s black hugeness was pumping his potent baby making cum deep into her fertile, ready, accepting vagina. Wendell’s cock was probably dumping the sperm right next to her cervical orifice. Bobbi could almost feel Wendell’s cream oozing through his wife’s cervical opening as the millions of sperm began to stream up her vaginal readiness, heading for her fertile ova, seeking to be the first there, the ‘one’ to win the race called ‘survival of the fittest.’
Staci was shuddering continuously as her voice cracked, her mouth murmuring “Oh god baby, so deep, so fucking deep in me, god baby, a fuck so deep up my fuck cunt, cumming in me deep in me, making me a baby to love and to hold oh fuck god damn still cumming oh god fuck shit I am pregnant finally oh god I love babies, I want babies, I want a baby so bad, I want to feel my breasts swell and fill with milk, fill with milk for my little baby to suckle from my milk swollen breasts……….”
Staci’s voice began to rise again as another explosion ripped her wide open and made her even more accepting of Wendell’s huge sperm insertion machine. “OH godddddddddddddddddddddddddd I am going to cum againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, oh god Wendell keep fucking me baby fuck me and fuck me full of your cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! OH god bobbi I am full of black cum baby! I am so fucking full of black cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm babyyyyyyyyyyy” Pant, pant, gasp! “Oh god oh goddddddddddddd I am full of cum. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh AAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh godddddddddddddddd.”
Staci again began bucking out of control as Wendell continued to fuck her fertile spread cunt deeply and powerfully. Bobbi watched Wendell’s huge shaft enter and exit her spasming cunt, so stretched and full of cock that he was sure it would burst and tear. Bobbi’s mind allowed him to realize, vividly and irrevocably, that his wife was now enjoying a cock that was not his, was much bigger than his, and was much more fertile than his. ‘God’ he thought dejectedly, ‘Wendell is still hard, his balls are STILL pumping his cum into my wife’s cunt!’
As bobbi watched his wife taking the very sperm that would make her pregnant, he realized that some kind of white viscous liquid was splashing onto his face. Looking down, he saw that Staci’s pussy was beginning to run over, and a white froth of cum was splashing about as Wendell’s six pack stomach muscles rutted bobbi’s wife’s white cunt with incredible animalistic dominant power.
Staci’s little white body was now simply jerking out of control, her bucking head and pelvis seeming to touch each other as her whole body worked at fucking her spastic cunt onto Wendell’s huge sperm spewing black cock head, forcing it as deeply into her desperately passionate fuck cunt as it could possibly be driven.
Bobbi sensed Staci’s body being driven inch by inch down his chest. The power by which Wendell’s muscular, well toned body pounded into Staci’s cunt continued to splash Wendell’s potent cream out of Staci’s pussy lips and was quickly coating bobbi’s chin and cheeks and lips with Wendell’s fertile cum. Staci’s shoulders finally came to rest on bobbi’s thighs. From his new vantage point, bobbi could see Wendell’s huge black balls as they again began to pulse and squirm, the testicles within readying yet another long thick blast of cum for Staci’s ready and receptive fertile womb.
As he watched the carnal spectacle of his wife being impregnated, Bobbi could not stop his tongue from experimentally licking the tickling creamy liquid from his own lips. It tasted identical to the creamy whiteness he tasted the night before on his wife’s soiled panties.
Wendell roared, and like a pile driver, drove his cock deep into Staci’s spasming cunt. He held his cock there, fully embedded, as his sperm was forcefully delivered directly at the very opening into Staci’s womb. Bobbi could see the black balls spasming to eject their baby causing sperm, forcing spurt after spurt of powerful black cum to be delivered deep into his wife’s receptive womb. Involuntarily bobbi refocused on Staci’s cunt lips and rippling stomach. He saw her tightly stretched white cuntal lips clasping at Wendell’s huge cock shaft as if milking it for every single drop of its precious potent cream.
Staci’s body continued to shudder and contract for at least five minutes after Wendell had delivered his second massive deposit of cum into her needy body. Wendell gently stooped to kiss her with soft passion as his cock continued to pulse softly inside her belly. Staci’s body, still shuddering in the after shocks of her utter ecstasy, slowly quieted until she and Wendell mingled into one puddle of loving, blissfully caressing vanilla and chocolate flesh.
The sperm that Wendell had just delivered during his lovingly passionate servicing of Staci’s ripe needy body was now dripping from her flaccid pussy lips directly onto bobbi’s stomach. Bobbi watched the cum as it puddle there, running into his stomach button, mixing with the tuft of soft hair that was there. Bobbi was still unable to move. Their combined weight on his body began to take its toll.
Finally, Wendell stood, looking down at bobbi lying there, captive. “Bobbi ma boy, yo got some work to do now.” Wendell turned and lowered his scum slimmed cock to bobbi’s lips. Bobbi just looked at him, not opening his mouth. “Hey ma boy, it be OK with me if yous jus wants to lay der all night. But ifn’ yous wants to get up, you’s gonna clean ma cock fo me, den clean your wife’s pussy of the cum runnin out a it. Yo choice though, not mine.”
Bobbi admitted to himself that he really did have no choice, and his body was getting mighty crampy from being tied up. He hated having muscle cramps, and knew one thing for sure, being tied up unable to move was not the way to have a muscle cramp come on.
Staci sat up, and looked at bobbi. “Come on baby, loosen up honey. Have some fun. Maybe if you lick deep enough in me you can catch that little spermy that is trying to make my preggers baby, what do you say sweetheart? Give it a try and have some fun. I love you bobbi, please lighten up honey.”
‘Well, if she loves me,’ bobbi rationalized, and opened his mouth. Wendell lowered his cock into bobbi’s reluctant mouth. Bobbi closed his lips and again began to suckle the black man’s prodigious member. He could taste the viscous juices of Staci’s orgasms, he could taste the creamier saltiness of Wendell’s cum. He admitted to him self it was not half bad. He began to suckle with fervor as Wendell granted him more and more of his shaft to enjoy. Soon bobbi felt the plump head of the large cock touching the back of his throat.
“That’s it honey, let your tongue relax baby, move your tongue forward and let his cock into your throat so you can suck all of my pussy juices off his cock shaft, OK? ………… Yes bobbi! . . . . . . Good JOB baby!” Staci was now poised with her face right next to his. She kissed his lips as he suckled. She kissed his forehead, stroking his sweaty brow. “Good boy bobbi, good boy! . . . . . .. Yes baby, let it go on down. Get good at this for me baby, I want you to be able to do this for all my lovers honey.” She reached down to bobbi’s cock and began to caress him. The shock of her soft touch caused bobbi to gasp, and as he did, the huge black cock penetrated his throat opening. Wendell dropped down further, and bobbi felt Wendell’s balls caress his chin, felt Wendell’s wiry pubic hair caressing his nose.
‘My god,’ bobi thought, ‘I have that whole monster inside my mouth.’ As Staci’s soft hand caressed him, Bobbi felt his own sperm begin to rise, even as he suckled.
“Boo, it be time to let bobbi boy feel yo new pussy. Da white pussy dat be mine now, ma size, not his. Come on up here and lets let bobbi see your new pussy dat can fuck big black cock now. Da pussy dat be ready to take all da black cock yo wants it to baby. Yo new money makin pussy!” Staci giggled at the idea of her little white pussy now being the pussy of a whore, a black cock slut whore no less.
Bobbi felt the huge black cock head tickling him way down deep inside his rabidly cock sucking throat. He looked down, trying to see around the large shaft that blocked his vision, even as he was unwilling to release the cock that was pleasuring his tongue and lips.
Staci leaned down and kissed bobbi passionately, lovingly around the black shaft which impaled his face as he lay there. Then she turned and straddled his chest and brought her pussy down where bobbi could see and smell her body. Bobbi examined her cunt with awe. No longer was it the pussy he was used to seeing. Now it was gaping wide open. There was cum dripping from way up inside her that he could see running and flowing down toward his face, his lips. Bobbi thought he might even be able to put his hand inside her without having to push very hard now. He could see the pink tip of her cervix, coated in the sticky fluid that Wendell had deposited inside her. ‘My god,’ he thought, I could put four of my size cocks inside her now.’
Staci moved to bobbi’s hips, raised his erection, then lowered her self onto his hardness. He could feel the heat from her opening, but could only feel the flesh of her body in two locations, one where the base of his cock was touching her bottom as she sat on him, and the other where his cock head leaned against her vaginal wall.
Wendell moved to where bobbi could see his face, his cock popping from bobbi’s suckling mouth. “So bobbi ma boy, yo can feel yo wife’s pussy no longer fits yo cock. There is no way you can make her happy no more bobbi. So she done give herself to me to be ma whore. I goin make me lots a money off her lil white money maker cunt Bobbi! She goin be filled wit lots a black cock, till she be carrying a lil black baby in dat fertile lil belly a hers. Yo watch, white boy, she be takin black cock bareback from now on. She done agreed to be a black cock slut fo me Bobbi! You like dat? You like bein married to woman dat be a black cock slut and a whore for a black man? Like all dem women in yo porno movies? She goin sell her pussy to all da black men we knows, all da black men dat ride in my lil cab and ax me if Ah knows a white woman be wantin black cocks in her lil white pussy? Ah goin be bringin dem all here, Bobbi, to yo house, to fuck yo lil purdy wife in yo marital bed. An yo know what Bobbi? Yo job be to keep her clean, keep her happy, keep her fed, raise her lil black babies too.” Wendell’s eyes moved to Staci’s face. He smiled a her, a loving caring smile. “Now Boo, teach him his other job.”
Staci moved again, turning to again straddle bobbi’s chest. “One more little chore baby. One more little chore.” She lowered her hugely spread pussy to his mouth. The sticky cum globs coated his lips and chin as bobbi began to clean the potent cum that would not be able to impregnate his wife.
Staci returned to softly stroking bobbi’s cock, her hand encircling his thin shaft, moving up and down erotically. Bobbi’s overloaded psyche swirled out of control as he became more and more lost in his deliciously subservient oral chore, his tongue attempting to reach deep enough into his beloved wife’s huge new vagina to clean the viscous tangy cum that was unneeded to breed Staci with a sweet little black baby. Bobbi closed his eyes and replayed the scene of Wendell’s huge cock ramming his new whore’s white cunt, driving his cum deep up his whore’s huge slutty cunt. The hand on bobbi’s cock was not his this time. And, he was actually eating the very cum that he was fantasizing about. It was enough to cause him to orgasm again. Bobbi felt his balls tighten, his sperm rise, and as he humped upward his balls released a small bit of white man cum.
Staci caught bobbi’s cum in the palm of her hand.
After bobbi began to slow his cream pie cleanup chores, she rose, then held her hand in front of bobbi’s mouth. Without prompting, Bobbi readily gobbled his own paltry cum from his loving wife’s soft white palm.
Staci was screaming, her whole body shuddering as she came. Bobbi could picture her beautiful face in his mind as she grimaced in an orgasm even more powerful than the ones she had experienced earlier. Wendell’s black hugeness was pumping his potent baby making cum deep into her fertile, ready, accepting vagina. Wendell’s cock was probably dumping the sperm right next to her cervical orifice. Bobbi could almost feel Wendell’s cream oozing through his wife’s cervical opening as the millions of sperm began to stream up her vaginal readiness, heading for her fertile ova, seeking to be the first there, the ‘one’ to win the race called ‘survival of the fittest.’
Staci was shuddering continuously as her voice cracked, her mouth murmuring “Oh god baby, so deep, so fucking deep in me, god baby, a fuck so deep up my fuck cunt, cumming in me deep in me, making me a baby to love and to hold oh fuck god damn still cumming oh god fuck shit I am pregnant finally oh god I love babies, I want babies, I want a baby so bad, I want to feel my breasts swell and fill with milk, fill with milk for my little baby to suckle from my milk swollen breasts……….”
Staci’s voice began to rise again as another explosion ripped her wide open and made her even more accepting of Wendell’s huge sperm insertion machine. “OH godddddddddddddddddddddddddd I am going to cum againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, oh god Wendell keep fucking me baby fuck me and fuck me full of your cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! OH god bobbi I am full of black cum baby! I am so fucking full of black cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm babyyyyyyyyyyy” Pant, pant, gasp! “Oh god oh goddddddddddddd I am full of cum. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh AAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh godddddddddddddddd.”
Staci again began bucking out of control as Wendell continued to fuck her fertile spread cunt deeply and powerfully. Bobbi watched Wendell’s huge shaft enter and exit her spasming cunt, so stretched and full of cock that he was sure it would burst and tear. Bobbi’s mind allowed him to realize, vividly and irrevocably, that his wife was now enjoying a cock that was not his, was much bigger than his, and was much more fertile than his. ‘God’ he thought dejectedly, ‘Wendell is still hard, his balls are STILL pumping his cum into my wife’s cunt!’
As bobbi watched his wife taking the very sperm that would make her pregnant, he realized that some kind of white viscous liquid was splashing onto his face. Looking down, he saw that Staci’s pussy was beginning to run over, and a white froth of cum was splashing about as Wendell’s six pack stomach muscles rutted bobbi’s wife’s white cunt with incredible animalistic dominant power.
Staci’s little white body was now simply jerking out of control, her bucking head and pelvis seeming to touch each other as her whole body worked at fucking her spastic cunt onto Wendell’s huge sperm spewing black cock head, forcing it as deeply into her desperately passionate fuck cunt as it could possibly be driven.
Bobbi sensed Staci’s body being driven inch by inch down his chest. The power by which Wendell’s muscular, well toned body pounded into Staci’s cunt continued to splash Wendell’s potent cream out of Staci’s pussy lips and was quickly coating bobbi’s chin and cheeks and lips with Wendell’s fertile cum. Staci’s shoulders finally came to rest on bobbi’s thighs. From his new vantage point, bobbi could see Wendell’s huge black balls as they again began to pulse and squirm, the testicles within readying yet another long thick blast of cum for Staci’s ready and receptive fertile womb.
As he watched the carnal spectacle of his wife being impregnated, Bobbi could not stop his tongue from experimentally licking the tickling creamy liquid from his own lips. It tasted identical to the creamy whiteness he tasted the night before on his wife’s soiled panties.
Wendell roared, and like a pile driver, drove his cock deep into Staci’s spasming cunt. He held his cock there, fully embedded, as his sperm was forcefully delivered directly at the very opening into Staci’s womb. Bobbi could see the black balls spasming to eject their baby causing sperm, forcing spurt after spurt of powerful black cum to be delivered deep into his wife’s receptive womb. Involuntarily bobbi refocused on Staci’s cunt lips and rippling stomach. He saw her tightly stretched white cuntal lips clasping at Wendell’s huge cock shaft as if milking it for every single drop of its precious potent cream.
Staci’s body continued to shudder and contract for at least five minutes after Wendell had delivered his second massive deposit of cum into her needy body. Wendell gently stooped to kiss her with soft passion as his cock continued to pulse softly inside her belly. Staci’s body, still shuddering in the after shocks of her utter ecstasy, slowly quieted until she and Wendell mingled into one puddle of loving, blissfully caressing vanilla and chocolate flesh.
The sperm that Wendell had just delivered during his lovingly passionate servicing of Staci’s ripe needy body was now dripping from her flaccid pussy lips directly onto bobbi’s stomach. Bobbi watched the cum as it puddle there, running into his stomach button, mixing with the tuft of soft hair that was there. Bobbi was still unable to move. Their combined weight on his body began to take its toll.
Finally, Wendell stood, looking down at bobbi lying there, captive. “Bobbi ma boy, yo got some work to do now.” Wendell turned and lowered his scum slimmed cock to bobbi’s lips. Bobbi just looked at him, not opening his mouth. “Hey ma boy, it be OK with me if yous jus wants to lay der all night. But ifn’ yous wants to get up, you’s gonna clean ma cock fo me, den clean your wife’s pussy of the cum runnin out a it. Yo choice though, not mine.”
Bobbi admitted to himself that he really did have no choice, and his body was getting mighty crampy from being tied up. He hated having muscle cramps, and knew one thing for sure, being tied up unable to move was not the way to have a muscle cramp come on.
Staci sat up, and looked at bobbi. “Come on baby, loosen up honey. Have some fun. Maybe if you lick deep enough in me you can catch that little spermy that is trying to make my preggers baby, what do you say sweetheart? Give it a try and have some fun. I love you bobbi, please lighten up honey.”
‘Well, if she loves me,’ bobbi rationalized, and opened his mouth. Wendell lowered his cock into bobbi’s reluctant mouth. Bobbi closed his lips and again began to suckle the black man’s prodigious member. He could taste the viscous juices of Staci’s orgasms, he could taste the creamier saltiness of Wendell’s cum. He admitted to him self it was not half bad. He began to suckle with fervor as Wendell granted him more and more of his shaft to enjoy. Soon bobbi felt the plump head of the large cock touching the back of his throat.
“That’s it honey, let your tongue relax baby, move your tongue forward and let his cock into your throat so you can suck all of my pussy juices off his cock shaft, OK? ………… Yes bobbi! . . . . . . Good JOB baby!” Staci was now poised with her face right next to his. She kissed his lips as he suckled. She kissed his forehead, stroking his sweaty brow. “Good boy bobbi, good boy! . . . . . .. Yes baby, let it go on down. Get good at this for me baby, I want you to be able to do this for all my lovers honey.” She reached down to bobbi’s cock and began to caress him. The shock of her soft touch caused bobbi to gasp, and as he did, the huge black cock penetrated his throat opening. Wendell dropped down further, and bobbi felt Wendell’s balls caress his chin, felt Wendell’s wiry pubic hair caressing his nose.
‘My god,’ bobi thought, ‘I have that whole monster inside my mouth.’ As Staci’s soft hand caressed him, Bobbi felt his own sperm begin to rise, even as he suckled.
“Boo, it be time to let bobbi boy feel yo new pussy. Da white pussy dat be mine now, ma size, not his. Come on up here and lets let bobbi see your new pussy dat can fuck big black cock now. Da pussy dat be ready to take all da black cock yo wants it to baby. Yo new money makin pussy!” Staci giggled at the idea of her little white pussy now being the pussy of a whore, a black cock slut whore no less.
Bobbi felt the huge black cock head tickling him way down deep inside his rabidly cock sucking throat. He looked down, trying to see around the large shaft that blocked his vision, even as he was unwilling to release the cock that was pleasuring his tongue and lips.
Staci leaned down and kissed bobbi passionately, lovingly around the black shaft which impaled his face as he lay there. Then she turned and straddled his chest and brought her pussy down where bobbi could see and smell her body. Bobbi examined her cunt with awe. No longer was it the pussy he was used to seeing. Now it was gaping wide open. There was cum dripping from way up inside her that he could see running and flowing down toward his face, his lips. Bobbi thought he might even be able to put his hand inside her without having to push very hard now. He could see the pink tip of her cervix, coated in the sticky fluid that Wendell had deposited inside her. ‘My god,’ he thought, I could put four of my size cocks inside her now.’
Staci moved to bobbi’s hips, raised his erection, then lowered her self onto his hardness. He could feel the heat from her opening, but could only feel the flesh of her body in two locations, one where the base of his cock was touching her bottom as she sat on him, and the other where his cock head leaned against her vaginal wall.
Wendell moved to where bobbi could see his face, his cock popping from bobbi’s suckling mouth. “So bobbi ma boy, yo can feel yo wife’s pussy no longer fits yo cock. There is no way you can make her happy no more bobbi. So she done give herself to me to be ma whore. I goin make me lots a money off her lil white money maker cunt Bobbi! She goin be filled wit lots a black cock, till she be carrying a lil black baby in dat fertile lil belly a hers. Yo watch, white boy, she be takin black cock bareback from now on. She done agreed to be a black cock slut fo me Bobbi! You like dat? You like bein married to woman dat be a black cock slut and a whore for a black man? Like all dem women in yo porno movies? She goin sell her pussy to all da black men we knows, all da black men dat ride in my lil cab and ax me if Ah knows a white woman be wantin black cocks in her lil white pussy? Ah goin be bringin dem all here, Bobbi, to yo house, to fuck yo lil purdy wife in yo marital bed. An yo know what Bobbi? Yo job be to keep her clean, keep her happy, keep her fed, raise her lil black babies too.” Wendell’s eyes moved to Staci’s face. He smiled a her, a loving caring smile. “Now Boo, teach him his other job.”
Staci moved again, turning to again straddle bobbi’s chest. “One more little chore baby. One more little chore.” She lowered her hugely spread pussy to his mouth. The sticky cum globs coated his lips and chin as bobbi began to clean the potent cum that would not be able to impregnate his wife.
Staci returned to softly stroking bobbi’s cock, her hand encircling his thin shaft, moving up and down erotically. Bobbi’s overloaded psyche swirled out of control as he became more and more lost in his deliciously subservient oral chore, his tongue attempting to reach deep enough into his beloved wife’s huge new vagina to clean the viscous tangy cum that was unneeded to breed Staci with a sweet little black baby. Bobbi closed his eyes and replayed the scene of Wendell’s huge cock ramming his new whore’s white cunt, driving his cum deep up his whore’s huge slutty cunt. The hand on bobbi’s cock was not his this time. And, he was actually eating the very cum that he was fantasizing about. It was enough to cause him to orgasm again. Bobbi felt his balls tighten, his sperm rise, and as he humped upward his balls released a small bit of white man cum.
Staci caught bobbi’s cum in the palm of her hand.
After bobbi began to slow his cream pie cleanup chores, she rose, then held her hand in front of bobbi’s mouth. Without prompting, Bobbi readily gobbled his own paltry cum from his loving wife’s soft white palm.
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