A dream that became reality for a fine young black man.
Corey Blaine was pumping his prick in and out of her a very conservative pace now. He had finally got up the courage to capture her in her home, and fuck her, he had worn a mask to keep his identity a secret, but now he didn't really need it any longer.
She had guessed who he was by his voice as he mumbled and gabbled, he had thought under his breath, but she had heard his bass tone. So he had no use for the mask now, and also because he had made her cum. It had served its purpose; it had scared the shit out of her, making it far easier to subdue her. He hadn't really even the thought that making her cum would be in favour. But once she had given it up, it was game over as far as he was concerned.
He hadn't taken it off yet, but he would do soon, there would be no point in keeping it on. All he wanted to do was make her cum again, and if possible, then cum again some more. He knew enough about women to know that when they came, they all came differently, but the end result was the same. That little gasp of happy satisfaction, even most of them, but not all, gave out a little 'phew!' sometimes, and she had done just that.
His saving grace was the fact that he still had a hard on despite cumming before she did at the first instance. Another reason she had guessed who he was, was, she had seen the tattoo on his arm, he'd forgotten about that, but when she saw it, right after hearing him, she knew who her attacker was. But he denied it, and kept on fucking her.
She for her part had tried to deny it, and she had held out determinedly, but his nipping bites at her nipples, the hot breath and nibbling at her soft neck. The thick cock in her pussy, had all collaborated in sending her over the edge into sexual satisfied bliss.
Now Corey was screwing her lengthily and rhythmically, all the way in, half way in, all the way out, half way out, sometimes the tip of his prick was barely touching her pussy lips, and then smashing it back in. She was 'Oooohing,' quietly, trying to block the sound in her throat as he did, why, because she couldn't guess which inward thrust would be next? And it all heightened her unwanted arousal.
She was still trying to fight it, but she was involved now fighting a losing fight, she was on the ropes, and the knockout was near. He was on a roll, he had her held down, she couldn't get away, and she couldn't get him off her. He just kept going, and he would until she gave up, and gave in. She exploded, another orgasm that she wasn't really expecting smashed her on to the rocks of sexual release, another one followed, and then she mewled, had he beaten her, had she succumbed?
Corey felt his balls tighten, he had concentrated completely on her getting it, he had shot his load first off, now he was going to give her a second bucket full. He humped hard into her, causing her to gasp and moan, they were involuntary, as she felt it swill her insides like a fireman's hose.
Corey was more than happy at this, if this hadn't have gone his way; he would be on his way to a long and difficult jail term. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing deeply, mumbling between deep breaths, Oh, hmmmm...... Then he spoke for the first time.
"You shouldn't have said what you did Angelica," he told her, he looked down at his mother's best friend. She was beautiful, thirty five years old, a sexy blond goddess from above, and Corey had had the hots for her since he had first jacked off. He stared at the woman he had wanted to fuck for as long as he could remember, and now he had, and the best part was, he had done it successfully.
"Said," she murmured, "what are you talking about Corey?" He smiled when she said that, he pulled the mask off, sure now that no matter what happened, now or in the future, she wouldn't betray him, simply because of what she had said to his mother.
"You told her in our house," he said, "that there wasn't a man alive who could satisfy you in bed, and that included your husband! You had never met one," you told her, "since the first time you had sex, that you could look back on and say, Wow! That was the best ever."
"You heard me say that, you can't have done, you weren't there, were you?" she suddenly knew he had to have been.
"I was outside the door Angelica, I had just come in, I heard you speaking, I love your voice by the way, as well as your body," he told her, and squeezed a nipple quickly; this caused Angelica to rear up off her bed. "So I listened, not expecting to hear what I heard. And here we are. Now," he said, "I don't know if that was the best you've had, but I do know one thing, you came, and you came a few times too, and hard as well."
Corey eyed her speculatively, she was laid on her back, her fabulous chest rising and falling spectacularly. She was gorgeous, beautiful enough to give any red blooded man an instant hard on for her. And that, he had thought was men's problems with her, she was too beautiful, and they were all scared to a man of failing, and so, they did just that, they failed!
But Corey wasn't scared of that, he had been scared of ending up in jail, but now he was 99% certain he would not be going there. There was also one other massive favour in his armoury. One he had had no idea of, and why should he? He had been the kind of lover she had always imagined 'the one' to be. The one that had taken her as if he had owned her, forced her, and fucked her, and indeed had made her cum, several times.
Corey was one that she would never have taken herself, never accepted any kind of offer from, never gone anywhere near, had never mixed with, until she had met his mother five years ago, and they had become instant friends. Corey was black, and a very good looking black boy, or young man of nineteen, his forty year old mother knew of Corey's sex life, or at least a lot of it, and she also knew he had the hots for Angelica.
When she had broached the subject, his mother reminded him that she was married. "And, the only way you could get someone like her Corey," she had said, "would be to take her, and I would definitely not advise it. I would hate to have to visit you in jail!" she had told him, thinking that should end the subject.
He had acknowledged her words, and had seemed to heed them, but he wanted her so much. And because of this he had been friendly, and helpful, when she wanted something, or wanted something doing; he was the one that volunteered, his mother would smile at her smitten boy and sigh.
But Corey, rightly or wrongly began to feel that she was attracted to him in some way, he had caught her checking him out, or thought he had. He had seen faraway looks in her eyes when they had chatted, he began to think that maybe one day, just maybe one day?
Then he had heard the conversation, he had thought about just trying his luck, but he sensed that he would be blown out of the water. Then in desperation he had thought up this ridiculous plan to capture her, fuck her, make her call out his name to him, declare her undying love, that she would want him forever and ever. HAH!
But now here he was in her bed with her, he had in a moment of insane judgement decided to do what he had just done. He had entered her house, silently gone into her bedroom and waited for her to come home from the school where she taught. He had grabbed when she had come in, forced her face down on the bed and ripped her clothes away, tied her wrists behind her back, he was already naked. He knew her husband wasn't around, he was adept at finding out when he would be away, which was fairly often.
He would ask his mother when 'Dumbell' was away; she would admonish him for calling him that, but would smile too, she knew what he meant. Angelica's husband was a quite successful business man, but always came over as some kind of person who didn't know anything about anything. His plan came together that Friday night; her husband wouldn't be home until the following afternoon, so he had gone for it, the consequences overruled by his ever demanding cock.
So Corey, unknown to himself had achieved what no other man had in Angelica's past, he had just fucked her brains out, she had fought him, and she had struggled, but she had cum, several times too. But now he began to think that it was not just him, and what he had done to her, was it also, or maybe solely, because he was black, he wondered?
He thought, 'Well Corey fucking well ask her, ask her if she has a thing about being black screwed,' he wouldn't say 'fucked' it wouldn't be right, not yet, but if she did, then it was open all hours for him he was sure! He was up on one elbow looking at the gorgeous soft lines of her, the swell of her magnificent breasts, the light brown erect nipples, the flat stomach, the rounded hips, her sleek long legs.
"Angelica, you have a thing about being black screwed haven't you hmmm?" It was more of a challenge than a question. He went on feeling reasonably confident he was right. "Black on blond, it turns you on doesn't it? You a gorgeous blond being topped and tailed by a strong black man, in this case me! That's why no one had satisfied you in the past have they. And ask me if I'm happy I found out, am I glad I overheard you!" he told her gleefully.
He hadn't meant to babble on like that, he hoped he hadn't gone too far and offended her, so he tweaked her nipples again, hoping to keep her mind on the moment in front of her, it made her squeal softly. "Corey Blaine don't, you have gone too far," she said, "I am not here for your sexual gratification, regardless of what you think, I am not the person you think I am!" But her voice didn't sound that right to him.
'And why say that,' he thought, 'why not go crazy, fight him again, even if her hands are tied, why hasn't she kicked me, tried to bite me, what's in her mind?' He decided to try again, he leaned over her, "watch me Angelica," he told her, she did. And she nearly broke her neck as it snapped back when she watched as he sucked a nipple into his black lips, nipped it with his teeth.
"Oooooh, no Corey stop it, please don't," She cried out in a sort of desperation. It was a plea not a demand, she writhed about; he cocked his leg over hers, and sank a finger into her cum filled pussy.
"You have black fingers in you now Angelica," he almost sniggered; he knew he was right, she did want black, and he had got her. "Just like you had my nice big black cock in you, you loved it didn't you, come on Angelica, tell me you loved my big black cock in your hot blond married pussy?" Angelica moaned out load, it was sexual husky growling moan, he dug deep, sucked harder on her nipples, and Angelica fell over the cliff!
