Lara pulled her fancy new cell phone from her purse, pushed the preprogrammed button to dial her husband’s, Jeff’s, phone, then listened to it ring. After six empty rings her call went to his voice mail. Lara felt frustrated, as if her husband were deliberately ignoring her. Her irritation would be clearly evident in the voice mail her husband would listen to a few brief moments later as he hurried back to his desk from
his late afternoon meeting. “Call me” she spat, then hung up, blowing an exasperated cloud of impatience toward the ceiling of her brand new limo. Her knuckles were white from trying to hold on as her driver swung back and forth in the thickening afternoon traffic. It felt as if they were in damn freaking Mexican road race! This would never do! Wasn’t she supposed to be in control or all this? Her husband had screwed up big time hiring THIS driver!

Lara knew they would have a huge blow up when she tried to talk to her husband, Jeff later at home. He might even bluster and excuse the awful driving, simply because he would not admit that he had been wrong! ‘DAMN!’ she thought. She decided to take matters into her own hands . .
. . IF she made it home in one piece.

She rolled the window separating the driver from the sumptuous passenger compartment down, and spoke loudly. “Pull over, driver, at that pay 7-11 store over there!” The driver seemed to be ignoring her. She moved forward, getting on her knees in the swaying vehicle, and tapped him on the shoulder. The young man jumped like someone had shot him.

“I said PULL OVER!”

The car swerved dangerously, cut in between two cars, finally pulling in beside the curb.

Lara got out of her new stretch limo, fished through her purse, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, then motioned for the driver to roll down his window.

After fumbling for the window button, the young man finally got the window rolled down.

“Get out of the car, young man!”

Mystified, he dutifully did so. Lara handed him the crisp one hundred dollar bill, then promptly climbed into the car’s driver’s seat. She looked
up at her ex-driver and yelled spitefully “YOU’RE FIRED!”, slammed the car into gear and drove her own limo home.

Taniya held the last note of the last song of her concert as long as she could. She hated it when she had to step out of the warm limelight of her
adoring fan’s, and then go home to her boring meticulously conscientious husband.

In her dressing room, she shucked her on-stage clothing, then stood in front of her dressing mirror, admiring her own voluptuous scantily clad
body. ‘YEAH you’re a sexy bitch!” she murmured to no one in particular as she turned sideways and held her firm breasts in her hands, her long
thick nipples protruding from between her fingers. ‘No wonder all the men in the audience want to fuck you! You be one fine looking woman,
honey!’ Taniya spread her nether lips, gleefully inspecting how moist she was. She was always feeling nasty after a concert! ‘Yeah, you sexy
bitch, you deserve a damn good fucking after THAT concert!’

She turned to dress, putting on a short skirt, low cut blouse that did her voluptuous figure justice, and a pair of six-inch heels. Checking
her profile one more time in the mirror, she strode out to get into her limo. It wasn’t new, but it had low miles when she bought it.
Besides, it was white and was less than ten years old. She loved how the white paint showed off her ebony skin.

Once comfortably seated, she told the driver to take her to ‘Charlies’, her favorite honky-tonk. She pulled down the privacy curtain between herself and the driver, then raised her ebony thighs, parting them widely, and began to toy with her wetness. As she fingered herself, she fantasized ‘Yeah baby! He’ll be there, ready to bone your sweet punani! Don’t you worry your self none! He wants you as much as you want his black ass! And ya’ll mise well give into your fantasies and see what he is like for real, babe!’ She smiled at that eventuality. NO man could resist her when she decided to come on to them.

She dialed her home number and left a message for her long suffering husband not to wait up for her, to go ahead and go to bed, she would be stopping by a friend’s for a wine or two to blow off a bit of steam.

Jeff’s wife’s voice was clearly full of irritation when she had vociferously blurted, “Call me!” and hung up. ‘Shit, what did I do now to piss her off!’ Jeff thought as he keyed seven to delete her unsettling voice message. He knew that her obvious irritation meant he would be getting no pussy tonight . . . . again. He distractedly tried to remember how long it had been since he’d gotten any, but it had been too long, he had no idea, maybe a month or two? ‘Well, another jerk off session tonight’ he thought, warming quickly to the idea. Then a soft smile curled his lips, the corners of his mouth turning up as he remembered the unfinished story he had started the previous evening. The story had been so good that he had cum only about a third of the way through the story. He hoped he would cum again before he finished it tonight.

Jeff loved stroking to the bawdy stories on his favorite web site at night. He would go to his favorite female writer’s profile and savor her gorgeous sexy tits, then go to read her stories, all the time holding the view of her incredible tits in his head, visualizing them naked, jiggling as she hammered away on her key board, working furiously on her erotic stories. Funny how he could visualize her in that picture in his mind so clearly, but he had almost forgotten what his own wife looked like in the nude!

Darnell listened to his wife’s message and swore softly. “Damned woman, she’s going to stay out all night again! SHIT! I’m needing to blow my rocks tonight! Why’s she not taking care of my needs? A woman ought to be taking care of her man’s needs, damn it! Makes a nigga wanna go find soma that fine pussy out there in them bars! That’s what it does!”

But he was going to have to be up early to go look for a job. His previous employer had suddenly moved to another city.

Darnell, rather than prowl the bars, decided to go online and see if he could find a woman that would let him watch her frigging her pussy. He liked it best when they used a big black dildo on their sexy white cunts, letting him direct their activities as he watched them and stroked himself, as they in turn watched his thick dick, so black and so hard and so damn fine!

Jeff changed his clothes quickly, slipping into his nightwear. He liked PJs best for his masturbatory sessions because he could pull his cock and balls through the fly opening, then stroke himself long and slow or short and fast while he patted his balls. The closer he got to orgasm, the harder he liked to pat his balls. If he were really turned on, he would usually slap them hard till he exploded, his cum spurting up and onto his nightshirt. His wife was already in bed when he got home, so what they hey?

Jeff logged onto the Internet, then clicked on his favorite website. It usually had a story or two about black men fucking someone’s little white wife. He loved those types of stories, visualizing a tight white cunt being plunder by a thick black dick. He was already getting hard when he started reading the selections posted that day.

None of the new stories caught his attention enough for him to cum. So he found the one that he had started the night before and settled in to read the rest of it.

The sexy little white wife was out at a bar now in the story, and a handsome black man had just asked her to dance. The white husband was sitting there jealously watching his gorgeous wife dance closer and closer to the black guy. Soon the wife was rubbing her needy cunt on his black throbbing member. Jeff was stroking hard now as the story described the white woman begin to rub her hard nipples on the black man’s thick chest, and move her pussy on the black man’s hardness. Jeff started slapping his balls on each downward stroke of his hand as the white husband followed his wife out of the bar to the car of the black man’s that was parked in a far part of the bar’s parking lot.

Jeff began to grunt as the black man lifted the white woman’s skirt and pulled her naked pussy onto his hard, black, monster cock, now enviously protruding from his trousers. As the black man entered the white woman’s randy wet cunt, Jeff smacked his balls hard and jacked furiously. Yes . . . yes . . . . Jeff could feel his balls beginning to churn. Two more hard slapping strokes and Jeff’s orgasm made him grunt like a bull riding a little heifer, just as the black man’s cock spewed his potent black sperm deep into the white woman’s fertile pussy.

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