Watching my raven-haired beauty and lover of three years in the arms of a black bodybuilder named Sean Dixon makes my pussy ache. The two of them lie naked on their sides in front of our floor to ceiling closet door mirrors in our bedroom. Kim breathes hard as Sean kneads her small hard breasts in his powerful hands, long fingers grazing the tips of her excited nipples.
Kim's pubic hair is shaved except for a short, narrow strip of dark brown hair just above her pussy. She is waif-like thin, with flawless white skin and the most amazingly small, perfect breasts I have seen on any girl or woman. After growing up in a strict, religious home in Tennessee, it's amazing to see how far she's come. She's been my partner since coming to Los Angeles to pursue acting. We met at an open call for dancers in a music video. With my encouragement, she's been modeling nude in print and on the web for the past two years. Her latest project involves a streaming video website where she has sex with three other women on a regular basis for an appreciative internet audience.
When Kim and I first started talking about having a baby, she volunteered. I told her I wanted the father to tall, strong and black. I wanted a mixed race baby. Kim has not fucked a man since she was eighteen, over three years ago, when she was beaten up by her asshole boyfriend after he accused her of sleeping with his best friend, so she's nervous about men in general, particularly a black man as big as Sean. I mentioned this to him last week as we signed the documents, relinquishing his legal claim and financial responsibility to Kim, me or the baby. "Go easy on her," I said.
Right now, I am horny and jealous beyond belief, seeing my angel being ravished by this enormous man. His love-making is slow and deliberate -- kissing the side of her neck, running his fingers over the contours of her body. He repositions himself, pushing his muscular black body up against her, lifting her right leg up to splay her pussy, feeling the ruffled edges of her sex. Her gasps quicken in response as he nudges her clit, stroking the outer lips, probing her wet center, inserting one finger, then pulling it out.
After minutes of working his fingers in and out of her, her musky heated scent fills the room. He tastes her, once, twice, making sure she sees him dipping and licking the juice off his fingertips, probing deeper and longer each successive time, savoring the nectar from her core. He tilts her head towards him, flexing the hard muscles of his arms, neck and chest, kissing her long and hard with his full, black lips. She sucks on his mouth and tongue, moving her hips rhythmically in response to his fingers that search the space between her thighs.
Sean King's physique is world-class — this coming from a confirmed lesbian whose prepped hundreds of semi-naked guys and girls for bodybuilding competitions. At less than five percent body fat, Sean is a vascular marvel, an amazing labyrinth of veins. He is six foot five, massively developed at two-hundred ninety five pounds, with iron forearms, biceps and triceps, broad shoulders and chest, tapering to coiled abdominal muscles that, in turn, draw the eye further to his most impressive physical attribute.
"Jesus," I said at the San Jose finals last month, referring to the bulging mass in his tiny red posing suit as I rubbed oil on his striated quads. "Are you going be able to keep all that packed away?" His serious expression gave way to a wide grin, exposing neat rows of pearly white teeth. In addition to bodybuilding, Sean earns a nice income as a male exotic dancer, dressing up as a Zulu warrior, head shaved, complete with silver mask, nipple rings and chains. Free of professional bodybuilding restrictions, Sean wows his female audiences by showing everything including his eleven-inch schlong. "You know," I said, finishing up on the front side, "my partner and I are thinking about having a baby and we're interviewing candidates. Think you might be interested?"
"Girl," he said, "you hit me up with that shit at a time like this?"
As it turned out, Sean ended up winning the heavy-weight division and overall male competition in San Jose that night. More important, he did not forget about my offer.
"Five thousand dollars," he said, as the three of us sat together a week later at Starbuck's in Venice.
"Five thousand?" I said in disbelief.
"Cost you a hell of a lot more to do it the other way." He looked at Kim, then at me. "Seem a shame to knock a pretty young thing like that up. You sure 'bout this?"
As a senior vice president at one of Los Angeles's top advertising firm, money isn't the problem for me. Avoiding messy legal entanglements down the line is another matter. I took Kim's hand in mine. "We'll need to sign some papers. Is that okay?"
"It's your deal." Sean slugged down his coffee and looked at his watch.
"One other thing," I said. "What about insurance?"
"Insurance?" He looked at me like I was crazy.
"In case it doesn't work."
Sean smiled slowly and laughed. "That's good. I'll tell you what. Here's my guaranty," he said extending his hand. "We'll do it until we get it right."
I told Kim I wanted to be there – to support her and to share in the moment. I've never had a problem seeing fuck other women, something we both enjoy, but this is different. Not that I have anything against Sean personally, but I thought it was just going to be boom-boom, straight to business. I forgot about the male performance thing, the arousal period and all that. He talks to Kim, teasing her in his low, steady voice, while his thick slumbering penis lies dormant on his leg, its rude looking foreskin extending beyond the concealed tip.
"Feels good don't it, sugar?" he whispers to her, as his fingers dip between her thighs. "You like that?"
"Yeah," she says in halting voice.
"You want to cum for Sean, baby?"
"Oh, yeah," she says, biting on her lip.
"Look at that beautiful pussy. You like that?"
Kim looks at the reflection of her and Sean spooned together in the mirror. "Yeah," she pants, legs parted.
"You and me gonna make some nice chocolate babies today, aren't we sugar?"
"Oh God," she gasps, as he slides his fingers inside her again.
"Daddy's gonna get that tight white pussy nice and hot and wet. You like that?"
"Don't stop."
He leans in close to her and whispers in her ear. "Then he's gonna put his big black dick deep inside you."
