Taylor's Fantasy

I cuddled into my husband Taylor's chest, nestling my head into my favourite spot between his shoulder and his pec. I reached down to fondle him, lightly tracing patterns on his stomach and inner thighs, never quite touching where I knew he wanted me to. This is part of the fun, the tease, get him hard and wanting without ever having touched him. Then, when I finally decide to run one finger up his rock-hard shaft, there is that beautiful drop of precum glistening on his swollen head. I wrap my hand around his cock, and rub my thumb around his tip, spreading that drop in circles. He moans deep in his throat and I feel a gush of wetness in my pussy, responding to his need.

I throw the covers off, and bring his cock to my mouth, enveloping it in my lips. Between sucks I look up at him, my big eyes wide and innocent, contrasting with the enthusiastic way I was devouring his dick.

"Tell me something you want babe," I ask, he grunts, thrusting his hips, pushing himself back into my throat. I gag, and pull off gasping.

"I want to see your pretty pink pussy destroyed," he says, sitting up and pushing me onto my stomach.

"Yeah?" I pant, wiggling my fat ass at him temptingly, "you want to destroy this pussy with your cock?" He spreads my ass and plunges into my now soaking wet pussy, and I'm lost in the sensation, feeling him stretch me out with each thrust, finally bottoming out, and continuing to thrust, arms wrapped around my shoulders, trapping me.

"I want to see you stretched," he whispers, "destroyed by a cock so big you'll feel like you're splitting in two." As he talks, his thrusts become faster and harder until he's pistoning himself inside me, straining and grunting as he releases his load inside me. One spurt, two spurts, and he's done. Collapsed on top of me. I feel the pleasant, warm, tender sensation I love as his cock softens inside me. My insides throb, wanting more, appreciating the weight of his dick. Then he pulls out, going to wash off. I lie there trying to focus on the feeling of cum dripping out of me, but I don't think he came much to be honest.

"Did you mean it babe?" I ask, "Do you really want to see me get fucked? Or was that just a fantasy?"

Taylor looked up, a complicated mix of emotions on his face.

"I think about it sometimes," he says quietly, "I want to see you cum so hard on a massive cock that you black out. I love you and your pussy makes me feel amazing, but I know I don't get you off. I want to see what that's like."

I looked at my husband, and he seemed genuine. There was a level of passion in his voice that sounded like he'd been thinking about this for a while. I had always fantasized about having a threesome, but I'd never thought he'd go for it. Men always want the two women threesome, never the two dudes in my experience. And yet here it was, being offered to me.

"Ok," I said hesitantly.

"Ok?!" he replied, "You mean you'll do it?"

"If you can find someone," I said, thinking it couldn't be that easy to find someone you could trust. "But don't tell me when it's happening, if you do I might freak out and cancel the whole thing."

"If you're not comfortable we don't have to," he said looking sad.

"It's not that, it's just that I'll start overthinking and this is really more about you and me being used so I think I should know as little as possible," I said, knowing it was a cop out, but if he wanted this he needed to make it happen. I'd deal with it when I was in the moment. I wasn't sure how I'd react, but that was kind of exciting. My clit was still throbbing, wanting the release of an orgasm, so I thought about having two men, two cocks, and started to rub myself in slow circles while Taylor watched.

***

The bar was loud, and I swung my feet, annoyed that they couldn't reach the rung of the tall chair as Taylor went to get us drinks. He returned with a G&T and a tall muscular black man.

"Rachel," he said, "This is John, he's an account exec at work."

I extended my hand in greeting, not wanting to look ridiculous trying to get off the stool in front of this mahogany god. His brown eyes were intense as he bent over my hand and brushed his full lips against it. Tingles went through my whole body at this out-dated gesture, and I looked at Taylor suspicious. He was watching the exchange closely, with that odd look on his face again.

"Want to get out of here?" he asked.

"But my drink!" I cried, I'd been so distracted by John, I hadn't even taken a sip.

"Drink it." Said John, still holding onto my hand, and then we'll go to my place."

I gulped the drink, barely tasting it, and slid off the stool, ending up a good deal closer to John than I'd intended. He steadied me with one strong arm and I put a hand on his chest for balance. Even in heels, I only came up to his chin, and he looked down at me in amusement.

"Ready?" he asked, and then without really waiting for an answer, propelled me out the front door, Taylor trailing behind.

John had a nice apartment; high up in one of the new high rises downtown. I pulled off my shoes at the door, and instantly regretted it, as I felt even smaller next to this stunning man. He pulled me to the sofa and waved Taylor to a chair opposite.

He leaned in, tucking my hair behind my ear with a large hand, and started to kiss me. I froze for a second, having forgotten how to kiss a man other than my husband, but soon his soft lips and insistent tongue won me over and I relaxed into his strong embrace, getting lost in the new sensations.

Across the room, Taylor cleared his throat awkwardly.

"So... are we going to go to the bedroom?" he inquired, sitting uncomfortably, a visible erection in his pants.

I remembered myself and went over to him, stroking him through his pants, then dropped to my knees and unzipped him, freeing him. He has a nice cock, straight, with a very suckable head and one vein that pulses when he's really turned on. The vein was standing out, the biggest I've ever seen it. I continued to suck, enjoying the sounds he was making until suddenly a hand in my hair forcefully pulled me off him. John stood, towering above me. My eyes watered a bit from the pull on my hair and he gave me a gentle slap across the face.

Taylor made a sound of objection, but was interrupted by John.

"I thought you were here to suck my cock you slut," he demanded, "don't waste your time on that tiny pecker."

I was shocked, not quite sure how to react to this treatment, but being in such close proximity to his powerful thighs gave me a good idea I didn't have much choice. I ran my hands up them, feeling the hard muscle until I reached the start of a truly prodigious bulge. It looked obscenely huge through his pants and I started to have doubts that this was a good idea.

Curiosity won out however, and I started to stroke him just as I'd done with Taylor.

"Kiss it," he ordered. "I better see you worship this black cock you white bitch." I shuddered at his tone, and started fearfully kissing along his semi-hard length. I could feel the heat of him, and smell his musk. Slowly, I undid his belt and lowered his zipper, sliding his pants down and revealing the gleaming muscles of his legs. Next, I reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down, his dick springing into full view. My eyes widened and I heard a sound from Taylor behind me. John wasn't fully hard yet, but even now, the weight of his dick made it point straight out in front of him, so thick that I couldn't wrap my hand completely around it, and long enough to make me worry. He must be 10 inches. I didn't think that was possible outside of porn.

"Suck it bitch," John said, slapping my face with his dick, rubbing it over my cheeks and lips, and then turning so Taylor had an unobstructed view.

I hesitantly licked his tip, looking at Taylor to see his reaction. He was breathing slowly, eyes wide and mouth hanging a little open. His dick lay hard against his belly and as he saw me looking, he reached down and started to rub himself.

"I wouldn't do that yet if I were you," John said, "you'll be done before you see any of the action." Taylor ignored him, intent on the sight of the massive slab of man meat touching my lips.

"Thanks man, but I think I can handle it," Taylor replied, as touch of arrogance in his tone. John shrugged and returned his attention to me. I took a deep breath and tried to force my mouth around his dick. I'd been worried about the length for sucking, I hadn't thought about how I'd fit it in my mouth!

Lips stretched around him, I tried to bob my head, tongue wiggling under the shaft, trying to pleasure him. He was fully hard now, and I wrapped both my hands around him, jacking them up in down as I bobbed my head. My jaw was sore already and I'd barely begun.

Taylor was watching, eyes almost glazed over as he watched me try and swallow this massive black dick. His hand worked up and down furiously and he came, exploding in a stream of drops that sprayed all over his shirt. John laughed, a deep rumble that I felt as his dick tensed in my mouth.

"What did I tell you?" he asked. "Hope you can get it up again or this will be a very boring night for you. And a really sad comparison," he said, looking at Taylor's now wilted dick. "Your wife is going to no interest in that now, when she can have this." At these words he grabbed my head in both hands and started to thrust into my mouth. I started to panic, I couldn't breathe as his monster cock invaded my mouth, aiming for my throat. John gave one last thrust, and released me. I collapsed to my knees breathing hard, my dress pooled around my legs and eyes watering.

"You're not done yet," John said, pulling me to my feet, and lifting me like I weighed nothing. He carried me into the bedroom and lay me on the bed, reaching up my skirt, his head suggestively above my crotch and pulled my soaking wet panties down my legs, tossing them to Taylor who had followed us in.

"What do you think, Taylor?" He said, "do I need you to warm her up for me? Or did sucking me off turn her on so much that she doesn't need you?"

"I... uh... she usually gets pretty wet," Taylor stuttered clutching my panties, "she likes when you play with her nipples..." he trailed off as he took in the full picture of me on the bed, legs spread, and John's massive black cock positioned between my lily white thighs.

"Well why don't you strip her for me and focus on them?" John said, rubbing his cock against my moist slit.

Taylor helped me out of my dress and bra, leaving me naked and helpless in front of John.

"Don't move," John ordered, as he began to push his black snake into my pink pussy. I squirmed. He was too big, he has going to hurt me. I scrambled back into Taylor, looking up at him in desperation. I had gone along with this so far, but now it was getting real. My pussy couldn't take this. John got a blowjob, Taylor had come, and maybe it was time to call it a night.

"Can we go?" I appealed.

"Do you want me to destroy your wife or not?" John said annoyed. "Are you going to let her get away with this, or are you going to help?" Taylor looked from me, to John and back again. Then wordlessly reached over me to grab my legs and held them wide, opening my pussy up to John.

"Good man," John said, and then plunged himself into me.

"Ahh!" I screamed, "you're too big! Aren't you at least going to work me in? You're going too fast!"

"Bitch," I was going slow John said, "then you wanted it to be over, so I thought I'd speed it up for you."

Taylor continued to hold my legs, his limp dick flopping near my ear as John thrust into me. With each powerful stroke he pushed a little further inside me. I didn't know what to do, it hurt, badly, but I could also feel something building inside of me. Looking down and seeing his black cock, glistening with my clear juices as it pushed in and out of me was hot. He was stretching me, pushing wider and deeper than I'd ever felt and the deeper he got, the more it felt like that moment after Taylor came when he was all heavy inside me. John's dick was heavier and more powerful that Taylor's, and it was stroking all my nerve endings at once.

I stifled a moan, I didn't want them to know how much I was beginning to enjoy this. It was not at all what I had consented to, I'd imagined two men intent on making me scream, me sucking two dicks at once, and then getting spit roasted. This, with my husband limp and useless, and my pussy being pillaged by the largest dick I'd ever seen was different.

John's every thrust felt like it was rearranging my inner organs, and I wanted to move, to alleviate the pressure, but Taylor had me trapped and John was relentless. Each stroke brought me closer to orgasm and with a couple more thrusts that I thought might destroy me, I exploded. Yelling as I came and my whole body convulsing between the two men. John didn't stop, just kept relentlessly pounding me as my pussy spasmed on his dick again and again.

As I thrashed my head back and forth, wanting to escape from the relentless assault of my pussy I noticed that Taylor's dick was once again rock hard. I could tell it pained him a little, he was usually very sensitive after he came and getting hard again this quickly was almost a miracle.

I turned my head to try and suck him, needing a distraction from the pure sensation of John's fucking. He saw, and commanded I stop.

"He is not worthy!" John said, "You must be a good white slut and focus only on me. You don't want him to come again too soon do you?"

I wouldn't have minded, but was too terrified by his power over me to argue. Taylor reached down to jerk off instead and John forbade it.

"You only get to come after I do," he said, grunted as he continued to fuck me. "I want you to feel what I've done to her pussy. I want you to feel how insignificant you are compared to me. Only than can you drop your pathetic load in your wife."

John pulled out of me and ordered me onto my knees. He stood behind me and took in the sight of my white ass.

"Spread your cheeks for me," he ordered, admiring the sight of my gaping pussy, no longer pink, but red and abused. I lay there, face pressed against the duvet, spreading myself for him, and felt another gush of liquid from my pussy. I was powerless, and yet so turned on.

John dipped his thumb inside me, swirling it about, getting it nice and wet, and then started to tease the bud of my asshole. I started to protest and he spanked my butt, a flash of white-hot pain, and then a slow warmth followed. He continued to tease my asshole, slipping his thumb inside and grabbing my ass with his other hand. I liked anal play, and right now it felt like he had all of me held in his hands. Then his dick pushed inside my pussy again and he began thrusting. He was able to get deeper at the angle, and I could feel his thumb in my ass with each invading stroke.

He began to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and faster until my whole world was centred on his cock.

"Please come," I begged.

"Tell me how much you want my cum inside you," he said, "tell me how much you want to be filled with my spunk."

"I want it dripping from me, I want it to fill me and drip out because there's so much," I said, surprised at how much I wanted this. I felt myself building into another orgasm just thinking about the bucketloads of sperm this virile man could leave in me.

He slowed his thrusts a little, punctuating them with deep groans that made my insides squirm, and then I felt it. The hot gush of semen coming from his balls. He continued to thrust slowly, almost leisurely as pump after pump of cum spurted into me. The warm feeling it left behind came in waves and washed over me as I came, milking a couple last ropes of cum from him. He pulled his dick out, and invited Taylor to see. Taylor's dick was an angry purple and he looked like he was in pain, but he'd obeyed and not touched himself.

"This is what a proper dick does to a girl," John said. "Your wife will never feel quite the same about your dick. And your dick will never be able to feel her tight pussy again, because she'll keep coming back to me to get it stretched. She won't be able to help it.

"As a reward for bringing me this find piece of ass, I'll let you come inside her, but you only get five thrusts, and I'm not sure how much of her your little dick is going to feel, so you'd better make them count."

Taylor nodded, too lost in the moment and his own need to fully process what John had said. He stepped up to me, and pushed in, coating his dick in John's cum. Once, he thrust, and I didn't feel anything until his balls swung into my clit. Twice, he held onto my hips as if for dear life. Three times he pushed, searching for the sensation of his wife's tight pussy. Four times he wasn't sure he could come, and then he looked at John's cock, still hard, covered in his wife's cream, and he pictured that monster destroyed her. With his last thrust, he saw stars and exploded inside in a way he'd never experienced before. This was his place. This was what he needed. He could be satisfied with five thrusts, and this black god and his massive penis looked like he was ready for another round. His dick slipped out of my sloppy pussy and that was the last I remembered for a long time.