Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up and slammed into me in one hard thrust.

“Mother fucker!” I screamed, as his cock reached depths of pleasure I didn’t know existed.

“If you only knew,” he said ominously, yet I was way too overwhelmed with pleasure to question what he meant by that.

“Pound me Jake, show me how you treat a white slut,” I demanded, wanting to be fucked into submission and into a completely comatose state, my cunt so desperate that I was already inches close to coming the moment he slammed his ten inches inside me.

“You’re just another slut for black cock, aren’t you Mrs. Jones?”

Hearing my last name reminded me I was now definitely cheating on my husband, all the technicalities I’d manipulated earlier blown away like smoke when ten inches of superior cock was thrusting into me and making me a complete bimbo. Yet that was exactly what I was… a bimbo slut for black dick.

I wouldn’t have cheated for white cock, even big white cock, but black cock, or as mom called it chocolate… well you know it’s a girl’s best friend.

Plus, as Mom had pointed out, it wasn’t cheating if the cock was bigger than my husband’s, and that had to be doubly true if it was more than double in size.

So I responded, wanting my long delayed orgasm, and wanting that 24th load, “I didn’t know it until now, but God, yes, I’m a slut for YOUR black cock!”

“I want you to come for me and become my submissive fuck toy,” he ordered, as he slammed into me.

“Oh God, harder, fuck,” I begged, the idea of being his fuck toy enhancing the pleasure, as I knew the saying was indeed true… I would definitely be coming back for black.

And as all ten inches took my black cock virginity, filling me in ways I didn’t know were possible, and I became a white slut for black cock just like my Mom, I had my first orgasm of this long day… my first orgasm ever from black cock, which I discovered also meant my first real orgasm in forty years, as my entire body erupted with sensation. “Yesssss, I’m coming!”

“You’re a black cock cum deposit bitch forever now,” he declared, as fireworks exploded in my head.

“Oooooh,” was all I could muster, the pleasure literally shutting off my ability to think and speak! All I could do now was feel, but dear God, could I ever feel!

He kept fucking me throughout my orgasm, never slowing down, and before I knew it I could feel a second orgasm building even as the first still lingered inside me.

He said, “I hope you’re capable of multiple orgasms,” he said, “because we’re not leaving until you’ve had at least three.”

“Second,” I kind of said, struggling to speak, the pleasure still intense and a second orgasm about to overlap my first… something else that had never happened before.

“Already?” he asked, impressed, half a dozen deep strokes later.

I blurted out as back to back orgasms tore through me like the delayed aftershocks of an earthquake, “Coming!”

“You’re in comatose pleasure mode,” he diagnosed, which seemed to be the perfect descriptor.

He continued, “It often happens to black cock first timers.”

“Morrrrre,” I moaned, loving the talk and the deep pounding.

“Imagine a morning load up your cunt before you go and teach,” he said.

“So bad,” I barely got out, the idea of a morning fucking so hot… I hadn’t been fucked in the morning since our ten year wedding anniversary.

Suddenly he pulled out of me, sat up against the bed and ordered, “Show me how you ride.”

I don’t think I’d moved so fast since I was a track star in high school. I was straddling his cock in less than a second, and once in position I didn’t slowly lower myself on it, I dropped myself on it, wanting to feel myself be impaled by ten inches of God’s perfect creation.

I cupped my breasts and began bouncing, staring directly at Jake, wanting to put a show on for him, wanting to extract his load and feel it shoot deep inside my pussy.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” he complimented.

“I bet you say that to all the white sluts you blacken,” I teased.

He laughed, “I’ve had some utter beauties, but none that are beautiful on both the outside and the inside like you.”

And before I could respond, he pulled my face down to him and kissed me.

I was in awe.

This had started as flirtation, transitioned into kink and now arrived at intimacy…. my feelings were suddenly all mixed up. I saw him as a dominant young man who could fuck me the way my husband couldn’t… but this was more than that.

I kept riding him, slower now as we kissed, plus the position didn’t allow for fast fucking, and my third orgasm was beginning to build, but as we kissed, since I was in charge of the fucking, we just ground to a halt for now and became lost in the kiss.

But we couldn’t remain on that low plateau. We kissed for a couple of minutes starting tenderly, but slowly becoming more passionate. More urgent. Again my libido began to grow and grow, and finally I couldn’t contain myself!

Finally I broke the kiss, rolled onto my side and begged, “Please fuck me with that massive stick and shoot that load in me!”

He rolled behind me and slid his cock back into me. I loved this position as it was easy… well, at least easy for me, and I loved the angle… this position was the only one that Emery could ever get me off with.

Jake seemed to know exactly what I wanted. He moved close, wrapped his arm around me to cup my left breast and then began to fuck me with firm, hard well-paced strokes.

“Oh yes,” I moaned, each solid thrust making my body quake, as he held me firmly in place, completely in control of me.

“Enjoying your birthday?” He asked.

“I’ve only gotten 23 loads so far, so where are the other seventeen coming from?” I asked, leaning back into him.

“I know where load twenty-four is coming from,” he said, before adding, “and in the very near future.”

“Mmmmm,” I purred, “it better be shooting inside my white slutty cunt.”

“That’s a guarantee,” he promised, as my third orgasm resumed building.

“I want that load deep in my cunt,” I repeated, my womb protected after getting my tubes tied years ago… my pussy of a husband too chicken shit to get himself snipped.

“That’s definitely where it’s going,” He confirmed.

And then for three or four minutes there was silence… well, if you ignore my moans that continued to echo around the room, or the groans that were coming from Jake.

Eventually, my third orgasm on the brink, I begged, “Now fuck the shit out of me, stud.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He teased, as he began really drilling me, “You sure you’re ready for that?”

It was then I realized what I’d just offered. Then I realized that if I was going to be a complete fuck slut tonight that would have to include getting all three of my holes blackened.

“Oh yes, I’m sure,” I moaned, the wicked idea being the last straw before sending my third orgasm into orbit.

A few more hard strokes was all it took for me to scream, “I’m coming!!!”

And as my orgasm pulsed through me, he kept up the fast paced fucking.

I don’t know how many more strokes it took, nor how long my orgasm swarmed me, but eventually he grunted and flooded my cunt with his cum.

I had drunk his cum in a cup of coffee, eaten his cum off a donut, swallowed his load, and now taken him

In my cunt… each act more exhilarating than the last

As he seemed to shoot into me forever, I knew I had to do all I could to extract at least one more load from him… and that one had to be deposited up my ass.

If I was going to be a white slut for black cock I was going to be a complete white slut for black cock.