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Authors name: Blackzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
Story title : Seven Hundred And Eleven Cigarettes
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Seven Hundred And Eleven Cigarettes (MF, intr)
By Blackzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
***
It was Friday night, and again no one had asked me out.
It was probably my fault. I had stopped going to the
local bars, sick of the same old guys drinking the same
old drinks and having the same old conversations with
them. I'd dated white men all my life, and found them all
the same. I'd always wanted to date outside my race, but
the fear of what my family and friends might say kept me
from reaching out across the color line.
At 5'8", I was taller than most women, with dark blonde,
shoulder-length hair, nice teardrop-shaped, 38 DD-sized,
breasts, and at 31 years old I still felt I looked good.
The one thing that had always bothered me was my ass,
which was shapely, with wide hips. In other words, there
was a little extra junk in my trunk. Even if I lost a few
pounds it wouldn't help my ass. Black and Latin men used
to stare at me when I walked by, and it always gave me a
rush. It felt good to know that they, at least,
appreciated my big butt. When I was among white men,
though, I felt self-conscious about it. Every white man I
ever slept with informed me that my ass was huge, and
that just pissed me off. They'd say things like
"Sweetheart, maybe you should work out and slim down
some, maybe tighten up your butt." How those words hurt
me. They'd also say things like "You've got an ass like a
black girl".
It wasn't my fault that God had given me a big ass.
Sometimes, after having sex, and when the man had gone,
I'd sit in my bed and cry, asking God why he'd punished
me with a big butt. I'd beg him to send me just one man
who could appreciate my womanly shape. It wasn't that I
was fat, or anything like that, just that I was taller
and built bigger than most women.
Last week, at the company Christmas party, my world
crashed down on me again. There was this guy at my job
named John, who was absolutely gorgeous. He worked on the
fifth floor of my office building, in the accounting
department, and we'd run into each other in the elevator
from time to time. John had a great smile and always said
hello. I was hoping he'd be at the party so I could speak
to him and see if there was any spark between us. The
place was crowded and the music real loud. I was heading
to the bar to get a drink when I noticed John at the bar,
talking to Steve from purchasing. They didn't see me when
I sat on the stool directly behind John, who was standing
with his back towards me.
Like I said, the place was packed, and as it was a
Christmas party I was wearing my hair differently from
the way I usually do. I was about to tap him on the
shoulder and say hi when I overheard their conversation.
They were talking about the women at the party,
especially which women in the company they thought they
might have a shot at fucking. I heard Steve say to John,
" Hey man, how about that girl, Tina, from the help
desk?" I thought, "Oh my God, they're talking about me,"
and got all excited. I really liked this guy and I was
about to get an honest answer. Men lie to your face but
they tell their buddies the truth. John said, "Tina from
the help desk? Yeah, I think she's cute."
I was over the moon when I heard him say that, but it was
short-lived because he added "but she has a big fucking
ass.. man!", and both men started laughing. I was
crushed, feeling my stomach twisting and turning as I
listened to their laughter. I was so embarrassed that I
wanted to leave the party at once, but if I got up they
were bound to see me. Then John said, "Yeah, man, I don't
want no part of that fat ass. Shit, if I went out with
her I'd have to fight every black guy we ran into. I'll
bet you a shit load of black guys have already fucked
that ass. You know how blacks (he actually used the N
word) like big fat butts." I couldn't believe my ears as
they erupted into laughter again.
The pain I felt at that moment was the worst ever. I'd
thought he was different from most of the other guys I'd
dealt with, and was devastated to find myself so horribly
mistaken. I blamed myself for putting myself in this
situation. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to go
home, and by now I didn't care whether or not they saw
me. I was getting up from the bar stool when I heard John
say to Steve, "Have you seen that fat ass at the party
yet?"
That's when I turned around and tapped him on the
shoulder. Glaring into his eyes I said, "THE FAT ASS IS
RIGHT BEHIND YOU." Steve froze when he saw me, and John
was also speechless, though his mouth was wide open.
I hissed, "The both of you can go FUCK. yourselves! And
for your information, DICK HEAD, I have never been with a
black man." I wanted him to understand that I'd heard the
whole of their conversation.
"Oh Tina, I'm so sorry. I.I.. I.. really didn't mean it."
I could tell from John's expression that he was feeling
bad. A part of me wanted him to see what damage his words
had done to me, but another part didn't want to give him
the satisfaction. Grabbing my purse, I headed for the
door, which, thank God, was just a few paces from the
bar. I kept my head down so that no one else would see my
tears and ask me any questions. I cried all the way home.
I could barely see the road though my tears. I hated
myself; I hated my big ass; and I hated men.
Steve tried to apologize the next day, but I told him to
fuck off. I ran into John on the elevator later that
afternoon, and with his head bowed he also tried to
apologize. I told him to fuck off too, and not to speak
to me again or I'd tell his black boss, the head of his
department, about his racist views.
Now it was Christmas Eve, and again I was alone. I always
hated the holidays, I guess because I never had anyone
special to share it with. My family lived a thousand
miles away, and I didn't want to go home and hear the
same old shit from my parents. Every year they asked if
I'd found someone; was there a special man in my life? I
didn't want go through that again. I fired up my
computer, thinking I'd surf the web for a while, and
maybe check out a few chat rooms. I started surfing and
clicked on a porno site to check out some pictures of
men.
Like it always happens my browser went crazy, and all
kind of web sites loaded up in it. I was closing the
windows that popped up, when one grabbed my attention.
"Literotica. Mmm. what's this?" A few clicks later I
realized it was an erotic story site. I couldn't believe
all the categories of stories they had: Incest, Group
sex, Lesbian sex, Romance, Interracial love...
For some reason the interracial love category grabbed me
and I clicked on it. There were so many titles I didn't
know which story to click on. I live in St Louis now but
I'm originally from Long island. I guess that's why I
clicked on this story called " A stormy Night In the
Bronx. I was expecting to read some smut, but found the
story very interesting. I also found that my pussy was
becoming wet. It had been a week since I touched my
pussy, but as I kept on reading I found myself stroking
my pussy through my panties.
When I realized what I was doing I laughed out loud. God,
it felt good to laugh again. It was the first time since
the party that I'd cracked a smile. I'd never have
believed that reading a story could get me all hot and
moist. I said to myself "fuck it," turned off the lights
in my bedroom, removed my panties and sat down in front
of the computer.
With one hand on my mouse and the other on my pussy I
continued reading the story. When the black man in the
story started fucking his girlfriend's co-worker I found
my hand massaging my clit. The black man really turned me
on. The way he enjoyed that woman's fat ass, the
sensitive way he handled her, his appreciation of her
body, all moved me. He really loved that big thick butt.
I was lost in the story, and soon had two fingers buried
in my soaking cunt. The author of the story made me feel
like I was in the room with them. His words painted such
a vivid picture that sometimes I closed my eyes and could
imagine that big black cock sinking into my pussy.
It was the first time in my life I'd ever fantasized
about a black man fucking me, and I wondered what it
would really be like to watch a big black cock pistoning
in and out of my cunt. It both frightened and excited me.
You could have lit a match on my pussy, that's how hot I
was. And when the black man in the story started to cum I
came with him. My pussy collapsed around the two fingers
that were in my cunt, and a slow long orgasm purred
through my groin. " Oohhhh.God!" I moaned. It was the
first time I had cum in months.
When I caught my breath at last and looked down between
my legs at my hand, I couldn't believe how much pussy
juice there was on it. "HOLY SHIT!" I said out loud and
started to laugh. I'd never have thought it possible to
get off just from reading.
I finished the story, then thought to myself how I wished
I had a man that could love my body the way it was. I
wondered, would I fuck a black man if I could do it
without anybody finding out? Fuck, yes! Half joking, I
looked up to the ceiling in my bedroom and said: "God,
you haven't been very nice to me lately. Do you think you
could send me a black man to love me and my fat ass?
As usual there was no answer from the man upstairs, so I
just laughed it off. It was good to laugh. It made me
feel normal again. I chuckled again, saying "Well, I
guess it's me and literotica tonight."
I felt like I had just had sex, so I reached for my pack
of cigarettes, "Awwhhh. Fuck!" The pack was empty. It
promised to be a long night, and no way in hell could I
sit it out in this apartment without cigarettes. I knew
there was something I'd forgotten to do before coming
home. I go through this all the time. Each time it
happens I decide to quit smoking, and then five minutes
later I'm in my car, on the way to the Seven Eleven. That
night was no different.
It was around 11:30 and I knew the store, which was only
about 2 blocks away, would still be open. I threw on a T-
shirt and a short skirt, then a short light jacket since
it wasn't that cold. I didn't even bother to put on
panties since I intended to be back home in a flash, and
in any case I was feeling sexy. Plus the cool night air
might feel good on my bare ass, and I was only going to
get some smokes.
Then off I went on another cigarette run. Arriving at the
Seven Eleven, I was surprised to find the parking lot
full. I guess it was because it was Christmas Eve, and
tomorrow being Christmas Day it was the only place open
in the neighborhood. I wasn't about to park down the
block. At the side, and towards the rear of the store,
where they kept two big garbage dumpsters, I found a
little space, just big enough to fit my car into. During
the daytime that area looked normal, but at night it was
dark and scary.
It was so dark you couldn't even see the woods behind.
However, I was in a rush, and didn't want anyone else to
take the space. I wanted to get back to my computer and
read some more of the stories on that literotica site. I
parked my car between the dumpster and the store, then
cut off the engine and the headlights. Only then did I
realize quite how dark it was. I got out of the car and
locked the door, then walked quickly back maybe 20 or so
feet and around the corner of the building to the front
entrance of the store.
Inside you would have thought it was the end of the
world, with about 15 customers buying up everything in
sight, from beer and soda to bread and milk. The line was
a long one, and I was at the end of it. I felt really
pissed off. "All this bullshit for a pack of smokes!" I
grumbled to myself.. "That's it! This will be my last
pack of smokes."
I knew deep down, though, that it was a lie. Now all I
wanted was a pack of smokes and to get the hell out of
there. When at last I made it to the front of the store
the guy at the register didn't even need to ask what I
wanted. He'd been working the late shift at the Seven
Eleven for the past 2 years and knew what I was there
for. He reached up and pulled my brand of smokes and put
it on the counter. I had the right money with me and put
it on the counter.
Coming out of the store, I found the scene totally
changed. When I arrived, the parking lot had been packed,
but now it was empty and silent. It was about 12:05 am,
official Christmas. When I turned the corner it was pitch
black, and I could barely see my car. I felt a little
afraid, but then I thought, "What the fuck am I afraid
of? Jesus Christ! 31 years old and still afraid of the
fucking dark!"
I smiled to myself as I tried to unlock the car door. The
only sound to be heard was that of my keys jiggling. It
was a moment before I realized I was using the wrong key.
When I managed to find the right key, and it went in the
keyhole, I felt relieved, but as I turned the key
someone, or something, grabbed me from behind. I tried to
scream, but a giant paw clamped over my mouth and
prevented me. "Mmm.Mmm. Mmm." I was scared and couldn't
breathe.
I felt a powerful arm wrap around my waist and lift me
about 6 inches into the air, carrying me backwards toward
the rear of the store. Oh. my.. God, I thought, what's
happening to me? I tried desperately to free myself from
the giant's grip, but his arms were like steel, and his
grip far too strong for me to break. I felt huge biceps
pressing into my ribcage. "Shut up, lady, and stop moving
around." He spoke very slowly, and his voice was
chilling. I continued to struggle to get free until I
heard the words: "I have a gun," and then I froze on the
spot, rigid with terror.
It was pitch black, and I couldn't see a thing. The man
in the darkness relaxed his hands a little to allow me to
breathe, and I quickly filled my lungs with air. I was
afraid I would pass out. He pressed my body hard against
the wall and I felt the cold bricks of the Seven Eleven
building scrape against my right cheek. In the same
chilling tone as before the man in the darkness said,
"I'm taking my hand from your mouth now, but if you make
one sound, lady, your life will end tonight. Just do as I
say, and I promise not to hurt you.Do we have an
understanding?"
I was terrified. I couldn't see anything, but I knew that
there was a large man behind me, with a gun. He tightened
his grip around my waist and repeated, "Well, do we have
an understanding, lady?" I nodded dumbly. The last thing
I wanted was to make him angry. I was trembling from
fear. It was as if all my childhood fears of the dark had
materialized at the same time.
"I'm warning you, lady," he repeated. "When I move my
hand. not one peep." His tone hadn't changed. He slowly
took his hand away from my mouth, and I immediately
started to beg for my life.
"Please, mister. Please. I beg of you. .Please sir, let
me go. I don't have any money on me. I just came out for
a pack of cigarettes." The result of my pleading was that
he put his hand back over my mouth, but this time he was
gentle, and he whispered in my ear: "Shhhhhhhh." He
chuckled quietly for a second, then said: "You white
people are all the same when you're afraid of a black
man. All of a sudden you get polite, and start saying
things like mister and sir. It was only then that I
realized that the man behind me was a black man.
With my body pressed firmly against the wall, my whole
life flashed before me. "God, why are you doing this to
me?" I thought. When the black man found that I was
telling the truth about not having any money he would
surely kill me. "Put your hands high against the wall,
lady, and spread your legs."
My one hope was that if I cooperated with the man he
might find some compassion in him and let me live. When
I put my hands on the wall I realized I was still
clutching the pack of cigarettes. I stared at my hand.
Though I couldn't see it I knew it was the tiny box that
it held that had brought me to this sorry pass. It was my
addiction to nicotine that had brought me out on this
night. With my hands high against the wall I prayed that
all this would be over soon.
The dark man started to frisk me as if I was some kind of
criminal. Using both his hands, he started on my wrist
and worked his way down my arms over my jacket. His
movements were slow and deliberate.
"Pleeeease, mister, I swear I don't have any money," I
whispered.
He didn't answer, but continued to search me. I felt
powerful hands on my shoulders which then moved down my
back and around to my stomach. I was scared to death. I
knew there was no money in my pockets, and I was afraid
he would kill me if he didn't find any. This is it, I
thought, my time to die.
He dipped his hands into the pockets of my jacket and
froze. It was then I felt the first teardrop course down
my cheek. I accepted my fate, said a quick prayer to God,
and asked him to forgive my sins and to watch over my
family. But just as slowly as he'd put his hands in my
pockets, the man slowly pulled them out and continued to
frisk me. Very slowly he worked his big powerful hands
down my body. I flinched when they reached my hips.
Again I pleaded with the unseen presence behind me: "Oh.
pleeeeasee, mister, can I go now. I really don't have any
money. Please let me go, and, and. I promise I won't
report you. I swear," I whispered desperately into the
night.
There was no immediate answer to my appeal. The tears
started flowing from my eyes and I began to sob.
"Shhhhhhhhh," came the voice from the darkness, and I
shut up immediately. The hands moved further down my
body, stopping a moment at my curvy hips, and then moving
towards each other until they were resting on my ass.
Throughout my ordeal I hadn't given a thought to the fact
that I wasn't wearing underwear. Now, with these giant
hands, the man gently palmed my ass cheeks. Never in my
life had I felt such large hands on my ass. Before I
could take another breath the hands continued down my
body. When they slipped past the material of my short
skirt, I felt what I hadn't expected, that the giant
hands were actually soft and very hot, and their heat was
warming my shivering, frightened body.
I was still confused and nervous, and in the darkness I
started to panic. I began to wonder if maybe I should
make a run for it, but before I'd even finished the
thought I felt him get up behind me and push me into the
wall. He wrapped his hand around my stomach and pulled me
into his warm body. "Oh please can I go now?" I
whimpered.
I felt his breath on my ear. "Shhhhhh now. Stop crying,
my dear. I'm not going to hurt you."
Still crying, I replied: "Please sir, I just want to go
home. I promise. I promise I won't say anything." If he
could just see my eyes, I thought, he'd know I was
sincere, but in the darkness all he could hear was the
pleading of a terrified woman.
"You listen to me.. and listen good, and I promise I wont
hurt you, ok? This is what you have to do.. Answer all my
questions. and answer them honestly. Lie to me and I'll
get angry. Tell the truth and you'll soon find yourself
at home again."
His manner was kind, and I believed he was telling the
truth. Anyway, what other choice did I have?
I felt his warm breath on my ear lobes. "What's your
name, young lady?"
I thought I'd better not lie, so I said, " My. My .name
is Tina."
When he heard my answer his grip slackened around my
waist, slightly easing my fears. "That wasn't so bad, was
it? Honesty will get you through this, baby."
I stopped crying and tried to concentrate on his voice.
"Well, Tina, it's nice to meet you, though in the
circumstances you'll understand if I don't introduce
myself." He paused a moment before continuing: "Why did
you leave your house tonight?"
For a moment my situation didn't seem quite so
precarious. All this time I'd been thinking of him as
some kind of street thug, but his words were soft and he
spoke clearly.
I answered his question as politely as I could. "I came
out to get a pack of cigarettes.sir." Suddenly I wasn't
as frightened as I had been before. I felt his hand
starting to rub my stomach and somehow I didn't mind.
"You're doing real well, Tina. Just answer a few more
questions and I'll let you go." I wondered if maybe for
some sick reason the man in the darkness got off on
terrifying white women. I felt him press his pelvis
against my backside I could feel his muscular chest
pressed against my back, but his hand never stopped its
slow circular movement on my tummy. His next question
came in the same tone but quieter. "Tina, why aren't you
wearing panties this evening?"
My fear had turned into embarrassment. I wasn't afraid
anymore, but how could I answer this man, this dark
figure behind me? If I lied to him would he know the
truth? Would he know that only a few minutes before
leaving my home I'd been playing with my pussy? I
whispered, "I was just going out for a moment and I was
in a rush, sir." It was as honest an answer as I could
give the man. Then I saw him unzipping my jacket and
before I knew it his hand was stroking my stomach as
gently as before, his large fingertips caressing my
stomach over my shirt.
"Please, Mister, I answered your questions. May I go now?
Please let me go now." There was a long silence. I didn't
dare to speak.
Then I felt his hands moving up under my shirt and
suddenly his hands were cupping my breasts. I heard, then
felt, his breath, its warmth sending a shiver through my
entire body as he said in my ear: "Tina, you're
beautiful. Your body is incredible, my dear, and your ass
is just magnificent." He emphasized his words by grinding
his hips into my backside.
I felt more tears pricking my eyes, but now it wasn't
because I was afraid. It was the compliment, the one I'd
been waiting for the whole of my life. I spent 31 years
of hating my big butt. 31 one years of pain, 31 years of
hearing rude, painful comments about my ass. I looked up
into the Christmas night sky, where there was just one
lone star, shining brightly. Then it hit me, and I
suddenly felt warm inside. Just before I left my
apartment I had asked God to send me a black man that
would love me and my big behind. Religion had never been
a big part of my life. I wasn't even sure if there was a
God, but I did believe in a higher power, and I thought
there was a powerful force among us on this planet. I
didn't believe in miracles, but I did believe in fate.
And tonight fate had brought me here, made me park my car
in this spot, and it was fate that had brought me the
black man from the darkness. Fate was massaging my
breasts and breathing softly down my neck. My body
relaxed because I was no longer afraid, knowing that my
higher power would not have sent his dark angel to hurt
me.
His hands were gentle and warm, as he tenderly caressed
my globes, and I could feel my nipples start to swell in
my dark angel's fingers. He whispered in my ear, "Tina..
Tina.."
Aroused from my trance I breathed "Yes, Yes."
The hand that had been fondling my right breast now moved
up to push the hair away from my left ear. Time seemed to
stand still as the angel moved gracefully in the
darkness, putting his mouth to my ear. "Tina. what were
you doing before you came out tonight. Were you playing
with your pussy?"
There seemed no point in lying. He must already know the
answers since, I felt, he could read my mind. I whispered
back, "Yes, yes, I was."
"My dear, what were you thinking about while you played
with yourself?"
"I.I. was wondering what it would be like to be with a
black man.to love a black man. I wanted to know what a
black man would feel like inside of me." My honesty was
pure and my desire naked. My fear of death, of the dark,
and especially of this black man, had vanished. A few
minutes ago I had feared him dreadfully, but now I would
have trusted him with my life. I felt a connection with
him that was stronger than I'd ever felt before, with
anyone.
His left hand was rubbing ever so gently round my
nipples, and he must have had superior powers because,
though his touch was feather-light, I felt consumed by
pure energy. "Tina.do you trust me, baby? Tell me you
trust me."
His voice and soft warm breath had heated up my lonely
soul, and I whispered, "Yes, yes I do trust you, sir." 31
years of pain had ceased to exist. The sound of his voice
alone had taken possession of my mind and body. I felt
his hands moving down towards my hips.
"Tina, may I touch you there? Can I touch you, my love?"
I couldn't begin to explain the power of that voice,
which was loving and gentle, though he was dark and
scary, "Yes, yes, please touch me."
His hands moved quickly from my hips onto my butt, which
he began to handle like it belonged to him. It was as if
he knew it personally. As he palmed my soft, thick butt
cheeks I could hear him moaning, and the vibration of his
body sent chills through mine. His huge hands skillfully
massaged a part of my body I had spent my entire life
hating. "Mmmm, mmmmm," I moaned as he took possession of
my behind.
"Oh baby, your ass is so soft. How I love your beautiful
ass."
They were words I never expected hear from a man, and
were now being spoken by someone I hadn't yet seen. I
arched my back because I wanted desperately to please
him, and to show that I wanted him to do as he pleased
with my meaty behind.
His words had done more for me sexually then all of my
previous lovers combined. The moans that emerged from out
of the darkness only confirmed that I had done the right
thing. I found myself moving my ass back and forward,
matching his rhythm, but still allowing him total
control. His hands moved back to my hips, where he put
his fingertips under the hem of my skirt and started to
pull it up, massaging my thighs as his hands moved
upward.
My skirt was soon around my waist, and my ass fully
exposed to my master. The cool Christmas night air had no
effect on me. Beads of sweat were forming on my brow and
there was a fire in the notch between my legs. My
guardian of the night suddenly stepped back, and away
from me. Although it was only for a second or two it
felt like an eternity, and a dark and lonely feeling
surged through my hungry body. But I knew my savior would
not let me down, and in my next breath I felt again the
beloved touch on my ass.
Now, however, he had repositioned his hands, and instead
of his fingers sensually caressing the lower slopes of my
butt, his hands were now on the top of my ass globes, his
thumbs working and caressing my ass cheeks. "Tina," he
said, "Your ass is calling me, my love. Your ass needs
me. I must taste it .. I must taste you, my love." His
voice sounded distant, almost fading, when suddenly I
felt, for the very first time, a soft, loving kiss on my
ass, which transported me to another realm of pleasure.
Moist tender kisses, each accompanied by a little moan,
rained down on my bottom flesh, and I bent down,
spreading my legs to give my dark lord full access to my
tender white ass.
His moans of approval excited me. Knowing that I was
pleasing him made me feel thrillingly alive. Never had I
experienced such loving from any man. With my hands still
pressed against the wall I closed my eyes, and my life
once more flashed before my mind's eye. This time I saw
visions of the many men I'd been to bed with, but their
words, their comments and mean spirited actions no longer
had power to hurt me. I swore from that moment on never
to put myself in that position again.
A luxurious feeling spread through my body, and for a
moment I thought I was dreaming a wonderful dream. I woke
to find something just as wonderful, a thick wet tongue
burrowing into my cunt. "Ahhh, God! Mmmmm, yes," I
whispered with delight. The angel's tongue was long and
thick, and I could feel his powerful hands spreading my
ass cheeks wide open to allow it to penetrate deep into
my vagina. Now he clamped his mouth over my cunt and
started sucking, my body trembling from head to toe with
each suck.
The sound of him sucking out my juices exploded in my
ears and unleashed my second orgasm of the night.
"Aggnnhhh, oh mmmm!" I screamed in my head. It took all
my self-control not to scream out loud, for now I was the
one who didn't want to be caught. My hips and my ass
started bucking wildly from the mighty orgasm.
I heard a rhythmic "Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm." from behind me as
my angel slurped the fresh batch of liquid flowing out
between my legs. I had started to regain my breath when
his serpent-like tongue slithered out of my pussy and
headed for my clit. It was like a hungry snake, and with
each strike my body reeled from another powerful orgasm.
31 years of suppressed fluids flowed out of my body on to
the tongue buried deep between the folds of my quivering
pussy lips.
Eventually my knees gave way, and he lovingly lifted me
up, his strong hands cupped under my pelvis, so that my
feet left the ground and dangled helplessly. Thank God
for the wall my hands were still firmly pressed against,
and thank God for the strength of the man delivering such
passionate blows to my tongue-fucked pussy. But I felt
drained, as if he had sucked out all my womanly juices.
Weak and breathless, I opened my eyes, hoping to see
something, anything. One thing remained, however, and
that was the dark.
Slowly my angel placed my feet back on the ground, though
he continued to hold me until he knew I could stand on my
own. I wanted to thank him personally, but I didn't know
his name. Therefore, when I found the courage to speak I
just said, "Thank you, sir, for all you have done for
me." There was a silence. I so longed to hear again the
voice of the dark man who had just made love to my ass.
Then I felt his presence again. He was standing up behind
me as before.
"Shhhhhh, my love. Don't say a word." His breath seemed
even warmer now as he whispered into my ear, and when he
spoke the smell of my lust filled my nose as I breathed
in the scent of my own pussy secretions. I never wanted
the moment to end. Drowsing in the comfort of his
embrace, I woke to feel his right hand trailing down my
abdomen, and this time not stopping until it reached my
furry pussy mound.
I screamed inside when I felt skilled fingers part my
pussy lips. My body trembled when his thick finger glided
past my clit and entered my thirsty cunt. His finger was
like a small cock in my cunt. I couldn't believe how soon
my pussy started to distribute, and coat his finger with
a fresh supply of my gooey liquid. The thick finger
skillfully played on my swollen cunt lips, never
forgetting to graze my clit on with each loving caress.
The soft, slick sound of his finger dipping in and out of
my pussy was interrupted only by the sound of his voice,
a voice which I now loved dearly. "It's time my love," it
said. "It's time, Tina. Are you ready for me? Are you
ready for me, my love?"
My excitement in anticipating what was to come next was
intense. Only an hour or so ago I had been masturbating
at home, fantasizing about being loved by a black man,
fingering myself to orgasm thinking about a black cock
buried deep in my white pussy and its owner loving my
thick ass.
The next chapter of my evening in the darkness was about
to begin as I heard my dark prince unzip his pants. He
placed a heavy hand on my back and I immediately bent
down and spread my legs wide to wait for my prince. "Are
you ready, my love? ... Are you ready to feel me?"
At each pause I whispered, "Yes, yes." I was truly ready,
and excited about being fucked by my first black cock.
"Tell me you want me, Tina, tell me you want my cock."
His words echoed in my brain, and I groaned, "Please sir,
pleeeeease fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock. I
want to feel it inside me.. Don't make me wait any
longer.. I beg of you!" I felt no shame at all as I
begged for his cock.
Suddenly I felt something large and hot between my legs.
I knew it wasn't his hands because I felt them on my
waist. It was hot and the tip of it seemed large. I
braced myself for a rough thrust, but, unlike the white
men I'd been with, my mystery lover had patience. At last
I felt the large head of his cock at the entrance of my
pussy. I clenched my fist into a ball against the wall
and awaited his will. The head pressed against my cunt,
but it didn't penetrate me yet, and I felt it making
small circles around my pussy lips.
I should have known that this man was skilled and would
take his time. I felt him lathering up his cock head with
my juices before pressing it into my body. My fists still
clenched, I felt my cunt being stretched to the limit.
However, there was no pain as the head of his cock almost
slipped into the folds of my pussy. He grunted quietly,
fed about 2 inches of his thick cock into my pussy and
paused, holding himself still to allow my stretched cunt
to expand and adjust to his mass.
My cunt felt full but I knew there was more of him to
come, and I wanted all of him. To let him know I was
ready I started moving back and forth on his thick pole,
but he reminded me who was in charge by squeezing my hips
in his huge hands, indicating that he wanted me to stop
such wanton movements. He held me still while he pulled
his cock out of my body, then slowly fed it back in. I
had expected to be torn apart by the dark man, but that
was not his will.
Inch by inch he fed more and more of his man meat into my
contracting pussy. Just when I thought I was going to
feel his balls press against my pussy, he would pull his
cock back, then his next gentle thrust would go in even
deeper. It felt so wonderful to have his cock in my cunt,
and waves of pleasure rippled through my body with each
upward thrust. I was proud of my pussy, proud that it was
able to stretch for my new master.
I call him master because by now I was his willing slave.
He had made me cum so many times, and now my thoughts
were focused on pleasing my dark prince. At last I felt
his balls hit my pussy as his thick cock entered into my
womb. "Agggghhh, yeeeess, baby. Mmmmm, Tina.. Your pussy
is so fucking good.. Mmmmm yeeesss baby.your ass was
built for fucking, baby.Mmmm. I love your juicy white
ass, baby."
His words uplifted me, and his obvious desire and his
brilliant cock dance inside my womb delivered another
amazing orgasm.
His thrusts now became steady and massive. I tried
desperately not to make a noise, but couldn't stop
myself, "Mmm.Mmmmmmmm," escaping from my throat as my
body shook violently each time his groin blasted against
my butt. His power was awesome, lifting me up at least 5
inches off the ground and up into the air with every
upward thrust of his mighty organ.
The sound of his balls slapping against my wet pussy was
music to my ears and made me go limp. His rock hard cock
started pounding into my fleshy ass. "Fuck me.. Fuck me,"
I begged in a whisper, and like a true slave master he
had his will with my flesh.
My dark man starting to pound my pussy into submission,
my weak limbs gave way again. His raw power and
enthusiasm had electrified me, but my hero wasn't yet
done with me. He had sensed my condition without breaking
his rhythm he put the palms of his hands face up between
my legs and lifted me off the ground. With my hands still
against the wall, he pounded my cunt while holding me up
in mid-air with his giant paws.
His cock could now sink deeper into my body and his
grunts became louder. I so wanted to please him. I needed
to please him. He was in total and absolute control,
while I felt transformed out of my body. It was the dark
man, the massive being himself, who sent me into a kind
of strange orgasmic trance. I felt my spirit leave my
body, and with my eyes closed I saw him.
My spirit was hovering about 10 feet directly above the
ground, and watched a giant black man pounding his cock
deep into some white woman. His cock was glistening with
a heavy coat of her pussy juices. Her hands were pressed
against a wall bracing herself, and her feet were off the
ground as the giant enjoyed her flesh. It was a while
before I realized that the woman I was staring at was me.
I was brought back to reality by my lover's voice, though
at this point I wasn't sure what was real any more,
except that I knew the feeling between my legs was real.
My black master was grunting "Tina, Tina, I'm going to
cum, baby.. I'm going to fill your pussy with cummmmm..
baby.. Mmmm yeessss baby . cum with me."
I had never let a man cum in my unprotected pussy before,
but now I was ready. "Yeeah, baby. .Cumm ..cum..cum in my
pussy.Cum inside me, my love. I want to feel your love
inside me..Cum inside me.please!"
With one mighty thrust he slammed his great cock deep
into my cunt and exploded, firing his dark seed into my
womb, lifting his head and growling "ARRGGhhh.
ARRRRRGgg," into the night.
The first blast of boiling cum sizzled into my inner
flesh. My master's mighty cock, like a cannon mounted on
a battle ship, continued to fire boiling hot rounds of
thick dark seed into my unprotected womb. His third salvo
filled my cunt to its capacity, grunting like a wild
beast in heat and using his powerful grip on my hips he
continued to pump thick creamy loads of cum into my cunt.
With a final, loving thrust he delivered his very last
blow into my thick white butt and froze. I felt his hot
breath reach my neck almost like a warm summer breeze as
it escaped his body, sending electrical pulses through my
entire body and causing my cunt to collapse on his still
rock-hard cock. I summoned all the strength I had left
to try to extend my master's orgasm.
Bringing my legs together, for the first time in my life
I found out why I was blessed by having a thick butt. I
found I could use my meaty ass cheeks like a fleshy vice,
squeezing and milking the last drops of cum out of his
twitching cock. "Mmmmm.. yeeees, Tina.. Mmmm.that's it,
baby.Your ass is incredible, baby. Do it, baby. Suck it
out, my love. Suck out my cumm.. Baby." If it had been
possible to freeze a moment in time, this is the moment I
would have chosen.
Energized by his words, I tried even harder to please
him. I felt his hands move from my hips and onto my
wrists and for the first time in a long while my hands
were lifted off the wall. My master stood me up, crossed
my arms and brought my body close into his. I felt like a
small child in his arms; I remember feeling so safe
there. I used to fear darkness, but now I embraced it
with all my heart. His massive body was warm and soft as
he tenderly held me, his thick cock starting to deflate
in my pussy and slowly slipping out of my cum-filled
cunt. Within seconds of his cock exiting my body I felt a
flow of thick hot seed oozing from my cunt.
I closed my legs immediately and squeezed my thighs
together, swearing to myself that not a drop more of his
semen would leave my womb. My master whispered:
"Tina..Tina. you know I must leave you now, my love."
I knew this moment had to come, that this wonderful night
could not last forever. "I know you have to go," I
whispered, "but will I ever see you again?"
There was a long pause and then he said, "No, Tina, my
love, you'll never see me again."
I had known what his answer would be before he spoke. But
there was still something I had to ask. "Could you grant
me one last wish?..May I.May I..?"
He stopped me in mid-sentence by unfolding my arms and
slowly spinning me around. I trembled as I turned to face
him. A part of me was praying, hoping to see the man who
had so loved me, but I saw nothing but darkness, and
through the darkness the outline of a large black man.
I didn't need to see his face. Instantly I felt his hands
wrap around my waist and he pulled me to him for what I
knew would be our final embrace. I lifted my arms and
wrapped them around my dark prince's neck and melted into
his loving soul. I felt his right hand slowly stroke down
my back, stopping when it reached my big white ass. His
touch soothed and warmed my body from head to toe. He
knew what I wanted, exactly what I needed, and he granted
me my final wish, a loving hug. "Tina, I have to go now."
He added: "Tina, my love, never be afraid of the dark.
And Tina, my love, never be afraid of a dark man."
There was nothing left to say. I knew that if I spoke I
would only start crying. I felt his hands release my body
and I watched his dark shadow turn around. "Good bye,
good bye, my dark prince," I whispered into the night.
The last sounds I heard were of small branches breaking
and heavy footsteps walking into the woods behind the
Seven Eleven store. They soon faded away, and once again
there was silence. I stood there in the dark, and for the
second time in my life I wasn't afraid of it. I felt my
eyes starting to tear up and brought my hands to my face
to wipe away the tears. When my hands reached my face I
found what had started this entire adventure: in my hand
was a pack of Marlboro Ultra lights 100's, crushed and
mangled.
I got in my car and drove home as fast as I could, and
when I entered my apartment I collapsed on my bed, turned
on to my back and stared up at the ceiling. It was
completely quiet in my room and the only light came from
my computer screen. I started to wonder if I had dreamt
it all, but was quickly reminded that this was not a
dream when I bent my knee and I felt the dark man's cum
flow out of my cunt.
I smiled to see it flowing out of me, soothing my tender
pussy lips. I placed my hand between my cunt lips and
scooped out some of my master's spent fluid. I brought it
to my mouth and sucked my fingers dry. My thought was
that it was now Christmas and my prince had presented me
with a delicious gift, leaving it in the one place only I
could find it. With the Dark man's cum still leaking from
my cunt, and cum-smeared fingers in my mouth, I drifted
off to sleep.
The End
Note: This story is dedicated to one of my female
readers. A true (Zillette). As men we sometimes say dumb
and hurtful things. Society wants us to believe that thin
is beautiful. Society wants us to think that only a thin
firm bodied woman can make love. I personally love all of
my big and beautiful white women out there. I know your
pain. And I know how white men make you feel sometimes.
Fella's, and I'm talking to you white guys out there
reading this.
The world is not full of blonde headed girls with d-sized
breast weighing 110 lbs. By continuing to disrespect and
say harmful things to your women, you only push them
closer to the Dark side. Black men like my self will
except them with open and loving arms. I know what you
white guys think when you see a black man with a white
women. "Oh. she's with him cause no white guy wants her."
Well my friend, what makes you think she wants you. When
you see a white women in the arms of a Black man, think
for one moment before you past judgment, think of the
chain of events that happened in her life that lead her
to that Black man. Did you ever think that maybe one of
your kinsmen who destroyed her and mad her feel bad about
herself. A woman can only take but so much abuse.
To all the ladies out there with big thick butts
BLACKZILLA / DARKZILLA LOVES ALL OF YOU -- Even if the
white man doesn't.
Please send your comments to:
Blackzilla99@hotmail.com
I will respond to all e-mails!
Peace
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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