She sat in front of her computer contemplating the challenge on the screen before her...
Hey DorothyofOz95, You write well, but you don't really know what it means to be owned. Message me back and I'll show you what it's like to truly be black-owned. - Darius.
What the fuck
, getting trolled with a dm email not even a comment. She had been writing and posting to Literotica long enough to have gained a thick skin from the many negative comments, but this was the first someone had messaged her directly. Something about it had gotten under her skin.
She replied...
Hey Darius, I'm sure you know all about it. Thank you for the initial compliment, but I think my stories are fun. - DorothyofOz95
She closed her laptop and forgot about it, as she went about her day taking care of her household chores and getting dinner ready for her husband's return from work.
Later, with dinner in the oven, she opened up her laptop to work on another story but stopped, after seeing a notification that she'd received a new email from Darius. At first, she didn't want to continue with the troll, but curiosity got the better of her. All it said was...
I do know all about it. Message me more for some fun.
Below the words was a picture of a giant, black cock; easily over ten inches long and as thick as a soda can. She got angry thinking he would try to fool her with some random picture from the internet, but then she saw the piece of paper next to it, with a handwritten note, "For you, Dorothy." It was definitely Darius' cock. She was enamored by its bulbous head, mesmerized by its girth.
The hands reaching around her shoulders broke her trance, "Whose cock is that, sweetie? That's fucking impressive. For Dorothy? A fan of your writing?" Her husband had snuck up behind her, startling her.
"Just some troll that I stupidly messaged back."
"With a dick like that, I don't think he's trolling anybody. I think he's serious. Thinking about making your sexy little stories a reality? Certainly couldn't go wrong with that one to start."
"Haha, mister man. Come on, dinner should be just about done in the oven." She shut the laptop and led her husband away, proud of the meal that awaited.
Later in the evening, she was being pinned down by her husband, as he used one of their biggest dildos on her. He'd cum quickly as usual, but ever the giving lover, he grabbed the toys and worked at making her cum. She seemed unusually distracted and getting her to orgasm seemed a bit more of a challenge. He was often too focused on stretching his petite wife's pussy with a dildo for dirty talk, but he knew she needed more to send her over the edge.
"Thinking about that big cock fucking you? Thinking about how hard you made it,
Dorothy
? You want to see it, feel its darkness parting your pretty, pink pussy?"
Her guilt about fantasizing about that big cock was washed away, now knowing her husband was on the same wavelength. She rode back against the dildo even harder.
"Yes honey, I want it so bad. Wouldn't you like to see me getting dominated by that black cock. Being a whore for him, giving myself to him. Making... Him... Cum..."
With that her orgasm hit her like a Mack truck, her pussy clamped down almost forcing the dildo out of her, she grunted and screamed into the pillow and her husband fought to keep fucking her with the large dildo.
Laying next to each other, sweating into each other's body, panting, and giggling, Ken was the first one to speak, "I think you should tease him some more."
"You're crazy there, horn ball. Stop thinking with your Little Man," she replied, while catching her breath.
"I'm serious, it could be fun to tease someone back and forth. What's really the difference between fantasizing about that, and all the stories you generate in your mind?"
"Umm, another person, that isn't you or I."
"Yes, but as far as you know, he isn't real, he's just like going on Pornhub, or reading someone's stories; just now, they're directed at you, specifically. I think it could be fun, and who knows, maybe he'll inspire you for future stories. If we get one more night where I get to make you cum that hard, then it's worth it."
"Haha, okay. I'll think about it, but no guarantees." Ken went to speak again, but she kissed him before any sounds could escape, snuggled into him and forced sleep to come for the both of them.
The following day there was another email in he inbox.
Never responded, did you cum to my cock, Dorothy?
She sat on the couch staring, trying to figure out if she should reply. Should she keep this tease going? Her husband sure wanted it. And what's the harm? He knew nothing about her, just that her username was Dorothy from the 'Wizard of Oz'; it doesn't necessarily mean her real name is Dorothy, and even then, it still is a common enough name.
What would Dorothy do? Should Dorothy be a slut for big cocks?
she asked herself.
She exhaled a nervous breath and typed,
Twice, I needed my husband's help the second time. I must say impressive.
She hit send and so started their virtual relationship. Over the next few weeks, they exchanged many emails, Darius often showing off his cock and telling Dorothy stories of the white women he's owned. Dorothy and Ken were having good fun of their own at night, fantasizing about the cock of Dorothy's online paramour.