Amy lay on her back while her husband thrust away at her pussy, wishing he would finish soon. She felt guilty for not being more into it. After the two amazing orgasms she had given herself with her huge black dildo that day, however, sex with her husband just seemed like such a letdown. The dildo could touch places inside her that her husband's dick could never hope to reach.
"I wonder if he can feel how stretched out I am," Amy thought. "Maybe if I cum it will hurry him along." She grabbed her heavy tits and began to pinch her nipples. She thought about the video she had bought, and how excited it was going to be to see more of Jackson Hammer's beautiful black cock. She tugged at her pierced nipples and began to thrust her hips back at her husband as she fantasized. She thought of Treyvon, the black man she had served at the coffee shop. She couldn't believe she had actually masturbated right in front of him without getting caught. She had been so horny that morning, thinking about big black cocks.
The chant she had first heard in the BBC hypno video came into her head again. Only this time it was in her own voice. "Big black cock," she thought to herself over and over again. That was what turned her on. That's what she needed. She could no longer cum without thinking about big black cocks.
Her fantasies were having their intended effect. Amy pictured Jackson's massive black cock clearly in her mind as she felt her orgasm approach. She focused on the image, squeezing her big tits, trying to push herself over the top. Her husband sensed her arousal and sped up his pace. She imagined her placing her hands on the enormous dick, and bringing it to her mouth. She thought of looking up into the black man's eyes as she sucked him, but instead of seeing Jackson's face, she saw Treyvon.
"I'm cumming, babe," her husband grunted as he flooded her pussy. In Amy's mind, it was Treyvon who said the words. She pictured his black shaft pumping his cum into her pussy.
"Me too!" Amy gasped as her orgasm washed over her. It wasn't as intense as the two the dildo had given her, but it was still a good one. She gave her husband a kiss, mostly to assuage her own guilt. That was twice in a row she had thought about black men while having sex with him. Maybe she needed to slow down with these fantasies? She didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Tomorrow I'm not going to masturbate," she thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Amy again awoke with her hand on her panties. She was resolved not to touch herself though, and decided to finish the errands that she was distracted from completing the day before. It was a warm spring day in May, so she got dressed in shorts and a thin pink shirt that stretched tightly over her big tits.
The supermarket was just down the street, only a five minute drive from her house. As she was parking the car, her phone buzzed with a notification. It was an email from her interracial porn website. She must have accidentally subscribed to their mailing list when she signed up to the site.
"I should just delete it," Amy thought. "I can't spend all day touching myself again." But somehow she didn't delete it. She just put her phone back in her purse and walked towards the store.
She hadn't made it halfway to the door before pulling it out again. "Just a peek," she thought. "That can't hurt." Amy opened the email and saw a photo of a white girl on her knees, the now familiar black cock of Jackson Hammer pressed to her lips. "New scene today!" the headline said. She looked around the parking lot, but it was deserted. She muted her sound and clicked the preview. It was similar to the one she had seen, but it looked like at the end he would shoot his load inside the girl's pussy instead of on her face.
Amy's pussy was instantly wet. Her hand moved towards it as if it had a mind of its own. She remembered where she was and stopped herself just in time, as an older couple walked out of the store. "Control yourself, dummy," she thought. "What did you think was going to happen when you looked at that email?" She composed herself and put the phone away, but the damage was done. Her hard nipples were obviously visible through her top, and her panties were soaking through with every step.
She tried to focus on her shopping, but sexy thoughts kept creeping into her mind. At the produce section, she tried to pick out a zucchini. All she could think about was how much they reminded her of the enormous black dildo that had made her squirt the day before. She ran her fingers over the biggest one.
Out of the corner of her eye, Amy spied someone looking at her. An older black man was staring at her from across the room. She blushed scarlet as she felt his eyes on her body. The man grinned at her knowingly. He reached down, tugged his crotch, and nodded to her.
"What do I do?" Amy thought to herself. "Do I flirt back?" She knew she should walk away, but her throbbing pussy was making it hard to think clearly." She licked her lips, almost unconsciously. "What the heck. It's just a bit of harmless fun."
She locked eyes with the man and stroked the vegetable in her hand like it was a penis. The black man's eyes went wide. He began to walk towards her. "Oh, my gosh, is this really happening?" Amy thought. She stood up a little straighter, pushing her big tits out.
"They didn't have it, honey," said a black woman as she came around the corner. "Let's go check the drugstore."
"Alright, dear." The black man gave Amy a dejected look as he followed his wife out of the store. She let out a breath and dropped the zucchini into her basket. She couldn't believe she had done something so wild. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She no longer cared about her vow not to touch herself. She needed to relieve herself.
"Pardon me, but where can I find the restroom?" Amy asked the stock boy loading carrots onto the shelf nearby.
He looked up at her, his eyes stopping on her tits. She cleared her throat. "Far right corner, Ma'am." he stammered, pointing to the back of the store. Amy walked as fast as she dared without drawing attention to herself. She was terrified someone would notice the thin wet stream coming out of her shorts and running down her leg.
When she got to the restroom she was annoyed to discover that it wasn't a single. She had been hoping to be able to lock the door and be alone, but she was too far gone to stop. Amy set her basket down next to the sink and locked herself into one of the stalls. It was passably clean, so without wasting another second she pulled her pants down and attacked her pussy.
Three fingers went quickly inside as she thought back to what had just happened. She had pretended to jack off a dick for a black stranger in public. What was happening to her? She was five minutes from her house, what if one of her neighbors had seen?
This thought actually made her even wetter. Amy switched hands so she could taste herself. She loved the way her pussy smelled and tasted. "He was walking towards me," she thought. "What was he going to do? How far would I have gone?" She pictured herself getting down on her knees for the black stranger, and pulling out his cock. In her mind, it looked just like her Jackson Hammer dildo.
As she thought about the dildo it made her pussy feel empty. Her fingers felt good, but there was something about how the dildo made her feel as it stretched her that she now craved. She wished she had it here now. Then she remembered the zucchini in her shopping basket. It was certainly big enough.
