Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

He kept pumping, slowing down, until his balls were completely emptied.

I moaned, “Well, that makes it a 12-12 tie.”

He laughed, leaning into me, his cock now resting inside me, “I’ve never seen anyone keep track quite like that.”

“I do want one more load from you,” I stressed. “I still have one hole that needs to be blackened.”

“There is, is there?” he questioned.

“And since you’ve already taken my black cock oral and cunt virginities, it only seems fitting that you take all three,” I explained logically.

“Makes perfect sense to me,” he nodded. After a pause, he asked, “Do you really want 40 loads for your birthday?”

“It does seem poetically appropriate,” I nodded, although I wasn’t sure how to go about getting 16 more: that seemed like a lot to obtain, other than the obvious load already bookmarked for my ass.

“If you want more loads in your mouth, I can simply flick on the light and open the glory hole. If you want more from me, I’ll need a few minutes to recover.”

“Oh dear! And here I thought you were young and virile,” I orated tragically.

“Oh, I can go again right now if you want, it’s just that I’d prefer some time to reload so I can give you a nice full load in that tight white asshole of yours,” he countered confidently.

“Well I do want a full load buried deep up my shit hole,” I said nastily, “and I could also use a snack. Being a complete fuck slut for big black dick sure works up an appetite.”

“Probably burns a lot of calories too,” he added, as he walked over to the door and flipped a switch.

A hole appeared in the wall, a cushion underneath it. I smiled, “At least you allow your white sluts to be comfortable.”

“We’re all about class here,” he joked, as a black cock, the smallest I’d seen tonight at about six inches… although still bigger than Emery’s… popped in the hole.

“Time to rebuild some energy,” I smiled, getting off the bed, a little of his cum oozing out of my cunt. “Fuck, you cum in buckets,” I added, as I scooped up the wetness and put the mixture of our well-frothed cum in my mouth.

“I’ve been blessed,” he shrugged, comparing his cock to the one in the wall as I walked over and knelt down.

“That you have,” I agreed, before leaning forward and beginning to deep throat a faceless stranger’s cock.

I bobbed for only a couple of minutes before load twenty-five glided down my throat.

And for the next twenty minutes, give or take, I wasn’t keeping track, I swallowed four more loads…. clearing my palate with a glass of wine Jake brought over to me while I was at work.

26 was the thickest I’d ever seen, although not longer than six inches. It really stretched my mouth, and his first rope of cum shot deep in my mouth before the rest got lazy and just oozed out.

27 was a good nine inches and thin, and also came pretty quick… in a bunch of quick squirts… like a machine gun.

28 was eight inches and aggressive. A voice ordered, “Lean against the hole, slut.” Then the cock fucked my face for a few minutes before exploding down my throat and directly into my belly.

29 was unique. It was about eight inches long and pretty thick, but the first that wasn’t already hard when it showed up in the hole… actually it was the first black cock I’d seen all night that wasn’t primed and loaded. It was pretty obvious I was sucking an older black man’s cock. I really had to work at it. Took five minutes at least before it was even hard, just as I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to get there. Then I sucked it aggressively… wanting to make this older black man happy… wanting to get him off and wanting load 29. It took a few more minutes before he groaned and I felt his cum just ooze out slowly… allowing me to milk and savour his thick, creamy load. He was the first stranger all evening to thank me when he was done, before the hole disappeared.

“Load thirty is mine,” Jake said, pulling me off my knees.

“So you’re ready to ream my ass?” I asked, loving talking dirty to him.

“I’m going to have you walking for the entire weekend like you took ten inches of cock up your asshole,” he promised, as he led me to a kitchen counter (the room had a fridge, microwave, sink and more… weird, but true) and bent me over.

“I love a man who takes charge,” I said, although that should have been obvious.

“I know, most white women do,” he said, as he poured lube onto his cock.

“Do you always carry lube with you?” I queried.

“It comes with the room,” he shrugged.

“This really is an all-purpose room,” I smiled, as he moved behind me.

He added some lube to my ass and asked, “Last chance to change your mind,” even as I felt his cock nestling between my ass cheeks.

I answered by pushing back on his cock. At first it didn’t break through; it had been years since I’d had a cock up my shit hole.

“Eager, are you?” he asked.

“Very,” I nodded, pushing back harder, as he moved his cock slightly down and it forced its way through my back door.

“Ooooooh,” I moaned, the pain that I was anticipating coming, even as I felt a euphoria countering it… I was officially a three-hole white slut for black cock… and loving it.

“You sure you’ve had a cock in your ass before?” he asked, as his own cock slowly probed deeper into me at a snail’s pace.

“Technically,” I answered, “if you consider the size of the previous men I fucked to qualify them as real men’s cocks.”

“I’ve never felt such a tight ass,” he said.

“I imagine it won’t stay that way for long,” I answered, the pain increasing as he went deeper into me. I had never had anything bigger than five inches up my ass, and that was a toy a few years ago… so it’s very much as if I were truly an anal virgin.

“Just relax,” he said, noticing my whimper.

“I’m trying,” I said.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“Only after you’ve staked your claim on my asshole with a load in it,” I answered.

“You really are all I imagined,” he said, as he continued to drill down to new depths in my rectum.

“As are you,” I said back, this being everything I could have ever imagined and so much more. For twenty two years I had been living a sexual lie… faking orgasms… and whenever I did manage to have one, it was weak and unfulfilling.

And then he was all the way in.

I stood there, bent over, ten inches of cock buried so deep in me I couldn’t fathom it going any deeper.

Then he bucked his hips.

“Oh my fucking God!” I screamed, the sudden thrust making his cock somehow go deeper, like a sexual magic trick, creating simultaneous and parallel sensations of pleasure and pain.

“You want your ass fucked hard, my sexy teacher slut?” he demanded, shifting from sweet to dominant in a heartbeat… just another enigma that was Jake. He could be sweet and yet nasty, he could be intimate or dominant, a lover or a fucker.

“Use me like a cheap cum bucket,” I begged, willing to take the early pain that was burning inside me, for the pleasure I was confident would overcome me once we got going.

And then he fucked my ass.

He reamed my rear.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

He slammed into my shit hole.

He used me like a two-bit whore.

And I loved every second of it… the pain completely dissipating after a few minutes, as a pleasure unlike anything else took over.