|Pretty Please? Four
Quivering with excitement, a shy Angelina looked down. His arm, with its beautiful black skin outlining the shapes of her white breasts tipped with their warm pink rouge was a breathtaking sight.
He kissed her neck, his warm soft breathe caressing her ever so aroused nerve endings, right at the point that her neck met her shoulder. His kiss was whisper soft, as gentle as a kitten’s purr.
“I want you, Angi. I have always wanted you. From the day you walked in and interviewed, I have fantasized about being with you, holding you like I am right now, kissing your perfect skin, touching your perfect breasts. I want you, and I will now have you. You are now mine, little beauty. You will do for me what I need.” Deacon cupped her breast in his powerful black hand. He took in a deep appreciative breath. “There is no more perfect sight than what I hold in my hand right now, yes?”
Her eyes wide, staring at his powerful hand cradling her tender, vulnerable breast, Angelina was too excited to trust her voice. So she simply nodded her acquiescence. She slowly turned in his arms, raised her face to him, then thrilled at his rewardingly gentle kiss.
His next kiss was more demanding. His tongue conquered her mouth, parting her lips, curling around her own, caressing it as if he were petting a kitten. Angelina could distinctly feel the wiry hair on his chest as he scooped her up and held her to him. Her nipples scraped across his chest hair as he raised her so that her loving beautiful face was aligned with his.
Her legs dangled. She raised them, clasping his hips to her openness. His hardness fondled her parted lips, bouncing slightly, tapping her most sensitive part.
Angelina began to quiver. She gasped for air as her body seemed to float in a warm wet sea of blissfully hazy delight. “Please take me, Deacon. Take me to your bed and ravish me. Use me. Do as you will with me. I give myself to you, Sir. I am yours.” Her eyes were bright with need as they peered into his, her want of him fully visible, naked in her fond hungry gaze. “Take me Deacon, please? Pretty please? Take me. Make a baby inside me if you want to. Pretty Please, Sir?” His rock-hard member caressed her bottom, and her soft-as-a-kitten’s furry nether lips. Angelina held her body to his, tilting her hips upward to his gaze, then softly tilted them down, causing her engorged clittie to lovingly trace the erect underbelly of his shaft. Angelina shuddered with the astonishing sensation.
“I want you inside me so bad Deacon. I want to feel you plunge into my belly. I want to watch your face as you take me. I want to feel my belly swell as you open me, stretch my body, fill me with your cummies. Then I want you to lazily soak inside me as your spermies swim to my ova and make a baby for me to always remember you with. I will think of you each time I feed or bathe or kiss my child, our child, Deacon. Our dark haired, dark eyed, dark skinned beautiful child.”
Deacon reached behind him, turning off the water. Carrying her in his thick strong arms as though she was as light as a feather, Deacon pulled a towel from the towel rack and began to dry her back as he kissed her deeply, fondling her tongue possessively with his.
He placed her carefully on the counter, continuing to dry her lithe supple body. She unhesitatingly spread her alabaster thighs for him to dry her even there. She thrilled as she watched him gently part her lips and carefully dry between them. She shuddered at her deliciously sinful feelings of Deacon possessing her, owning her body, doing with her as he deemed he could. She knew she would never say no to him.
Deacon pulled another towel from the towel rack. “Now dry my body, my little woman.”
With a murmur of joy, Angelina sprang to work, her ears still tingling from his use of the term ‘my’ when he referred to her. Her hands softly toweled his magnificent body as she smiled happily to herself. This was what she felt she had been created for, to serve a masculine, intelligent, handsome man in any way he wanted her to serve him.
Angelina worked on his back and chest, then his feet and legs. And finally she had come to his parts that she was most excited about. She had demurely ignored these parts as she had dried her new lover. But now she could no longer NOT look at his masculine equipment. And as she struggled to look at them, she found herself suddenly frozen in time, unable to move.
Unable to breathe, she simply stared.
His member was huge!
She could feel her vaginal opening begin to wetly spasm as she pictured what it would look like, what it would FEEL like, as it speared her opening, driving itself into her tiny orifice. He was SO much bigger than her husband’s little pee-pee!
Angelina realized that she wanted it to hurt her when he entered her. She wanted to suffer for him, to be worthy of the gift of his magnificent body, to pay penance for having such beauty inside her womb.
As she stared at his manhood, her hand instinctively went to the eggs hanging in their nest below his shaft. She was still staring at his penis when her hand revealed the size of his testicles. They were so large and pendulous that each solid, cloaked-in-soft-skin sphere filled her tiny hand. The black man’s swinging testicles were enormous! Angelina stared at them, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. “Your testicles are huge, Sir!” she murmured half to herself.
“Wait until you see how much sperm they produce, Little One! They will fill you completely with my black daddy’s baby-making crème pudding!” Deacon chuckled as he fondly watched his soon to be wanton slut’s face as she discovered his worthy body.
After letting her fondle him for a few minutes, her face rapt with wonder, he softly drew her attention back to his words. “Little One, before I take you, there is something that you must do.”
Angelina looked up at his serious face. “What Sir? What must I do? Just name it, and I will gladly do it for you, Sir.”
Deacon led her by the hand out of the bathroom and to the table beside the bed. He picked up his cell phone and handed it to her.
“Little One, here is what I want you to do. I want you to call your husband on my cell phone. My name will come up on his cell. He will know that my phone is making the call. When he answers, you will begin to talk to him as you always do, whatever that it is. If you normally start by telling him you love him, or whatever, do it just the same. It is not my goal to take your love from him. It is my goal to own your body, but not your heart. He should keep the strings to your heart, Little One. He needs to know, as you and I do this with his full knowledge, that he will raise our children, even though he is not their biological father.”
Angelina was dumbstruck. “You are OK with me still loving my husband?” she stammered.
“Yes, my sweet, gorgeous little lover, it is my desire for you to continue to love him, to stay married to him, but for me to own your body. I want to own that sweet little naked body of yours as my own toy, my diversion when I need it, my play-toy to show off when I need a date to a social function, a consort when I travel, and a willing cunt to use to close a deal. I want to own your body, but not your heart. It is OK if you love me. That is not a problem, so long as you continue to love your husband. Is that clear?”
Angelina thought for only a brief instant before she realized that there could be no better understanding than this. She was delighted beyond words as she hugged her lover in gratitude for his understanding.
Deacon turned her face up to his and kissed her softly. “Now call him, Little One, and tell him that you have decided to take a lover, and he has no say about it. This is your body, and your decision only. And then when you have him calmed down, tell him to get naked and to masturbate as he hears us fuck each other all night long. Do you understand, my Little Lover?”
Angelina thought about Deacon’s words. He had used the term “fuck”, not ‘make love’, not ‘have sex’, not ‘do it’. Angelina realized that the word ‘fuck” was perfect to describe what she wanted.
Angelina looked down toward the floor, her hard-nippled, naked breasts filling half of her field of vision, Deacon’s mammoth cock and testicles filling the other half. “Yes Sir. I understand completely,” she murmured softly, her voice trembling in its awe of being so close to being owned by a large black man with a huge penis, monstrous fertile testicles, and so obviously willing to help her conceive a child. Trembling with excitement, Angelina dialed her husband’s cell phone number on Deacon’s cell phone.
“Hello? This is Jim, how might I help you, sir?” Angelina’s husband’s voice came through clear and loud.
“Hi baby! I love you, how is your trip going?”
“Angi? Is this you?”
“Yes honey, I am calling on my boss’s cell phone. How is your trip going?”
“Oh, OK I guess. Met some clients today, closed one deal. Samo-samo, you know. . . . . Um, . . . . Anj . . . .um, . . . . how come you’re calling on Deacon’s cell phone at this time of night, hon?” Angelina could hear the rising stress in her husband’s voice.
“Well, honey, Deacon has taken me with him on his business trip.”
“He HAS?” Jim’s voice had risen a complete octave.
“Yes honey,” was Angelina’s rely as she stalled, working up the courage for telling her husband what Deacon had coached her about. “Um, . . . hon, I am helping him on the trip. We will be back before you get back, honey, so no problem with that. OK?”
Deacon smirked, then chuckled as he watched her there, naked, himself naked, as his gorgeous new lover struggled to tell her unwitting husband that she was going to fuck another man that night. He reached up over and caressed her nipple as she tried to get up her nerve.
Angelina gasped when Deacon tweaked her nipple.
Jim’s mind was busy visualizing what might be happening between his wife and her boss, fearing the worst. Her gasp forced unpleasant thoughts into his consciousness. “What the hell was that, Angi?” he asked brusquely.
Flushing bright red, Angelina took a deep breath, screwed up her courage knowing it was now or never, then meekly replied, “Deacon is toying with my naked nipples and breasts.”
“WHAT!!!!!!!!!!” Jim exploded. “He’s WHAT!!!!!!!!!”
Her husband’s anger forced Angelina to become icy calm. “Deacon is toying with my tits. I am standing naked in his hotel room, and he is naked too, and in a few minutes I am going to let him have me. I am going to let him . . . . . let him . . . .” Angelina had never used the term before, but decided that if she were going to choose the life of a slut, she might as well talk like one. “I am going to let Deacon fuck me anytime he wants to, Jim. You never take the time to help me feel satisfied, so I am going to fuck men that do. And, . . . . you should know, . . . I am most likely going to have his little black love child. I love you, and I want to stay married to you, but you are awful in bed, Jim. I am thirty three years old, we have been married for a third of my life, and you have never given me an orgasm. Nor do you even seem to give a damn. Deacon’s cock is ten times bigger than yours. And I am going to let him fuck me as much as he wants to. . . . . So! . . . . I love you, . . . . and I want to stay married to you, . . . . but I am no longer going to live my life as an unfulfilled woman, like a nun. So I am going to fuck Deacon, and I suspect other men as well, though I don’t know who yet, but I am not going to say “No” any more to men that want to fuck me. So there, I have said it. I mean it. I love you, but am not going to put up with your uncaring sexing any more. There, I have said my piece.”
Jim was shocked! His wife abhorred the ‘F’ word. She gave him the dickens every time he said it! Still in shock, he waited, silent, unable to formulate words. ‘She is going to fuck another man?’ He was dumbstruck.
Finally Angelina continued, “So Jim, honey, get that little weenie of yours out and I am going to keep you on the line as I take my first strange cock and let it fuck me. Your wife is about to get fucked and knocked up and I want you to hear it all as it happens. I will describe it all to you as I get fucked by Deacon. I want you to play with your tiny pee-pee as I tell you what is happening. I want you to make noises when you stroke your little miniature wand, and when you cum, so I know you are still on the line, do you understand?” Angelina heard the distinct sounds of a belt coming off in a hurry, and a zipper going down, then the rustle of clothing being removed.
Angelina grinned in triumph as she felt Deacon’s thick black fingers begin to caress her vaginal lips and clittie. Her eyelids fluttering, her thighs instantly spread wide, as she melted onto Deacon’s already full lap, emitting a deep sigh of unfulfilled need.