Author's Note: This story contains strong cuckold themes. If you find this type of story offensive then please read no further.
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It wasn't until after a very late breakfast and a drive to the coast via a pub - I guess we both needed a couple of shots of Dutch courage -- that Annie was ready to relate the events of the previous evening. In a quiet spot sitting on a bench looking out across the sea to a distant horizon Annie dutifully commenced her account.
"Paul picked me up from work as arranged," she began.
"How were you feeling?" I suddenly blurted out but she shot me a look; a look that made it very clear that she would be telling the story in her own time and on her own.
"As he drove me away from the office," she continued, "I remember a part of me was just hoping that he would take me straight to his flat; that I could just fuck him and get it all out of my system and then come home to you. But he didn't. Instead he took me down to a restaurant by the river for a meal and then we went on to a bar the other side of town for a few more drinks. I met a few of his friends, they all seemed quite nice; it must have been gone 10 when Paul and I finally left the bar and walked to his flat which happened to be just around the corner." She paused for a bit and stared into the distance. I think we were both acutely aware that we were coming to the 'important' stuff.
"I'd been enjoying myself," she said abruptly, looking up at me. "I felt like I was a teenager again, out on a first date, that wonderful mixture of nervousness and excitement. Paul had been charm itself and apart from a slightly longer than necessary greeting kiss in the car, hadn't done anything to suggest that we were anything other than friends. I remember thinking at the time how glad I was that he was being discrete; you know, in case anyone that we knew might see Paul and me together. Funny the things you think of sometimes." She smiled at me nervously before carrying on.
"When we got to Paul's flat he opened some wine and put on some mood music and dimmed the lights. I remember thinking it was all a bit of a cliché but I didn't mind. In a strange way it kind of helped; let me feel like I was still in control. I was feeling quite merry but without being drunk. We started smooching and while we swayed to the music we started sharing our wine with each other. It was all quite sexy and romantic; like much of the evening it I felt like I was 20 again.
"I can't remember exactly how it happened but suddenly we'd put the wine down and Paul was slowly pulling my dress up and over my head while we continued smooching. He let it slip onto a nearby chair leaving me dressed in just my bra, panties, stockings and heels. He moved away from me to take a better look and as he did so he let out a long whistle of approval that made me feel really good.
"So I started to dance as provocatively as I could for him and as I did he started undressing, all the time watching me wriggling sexily in front of him, until he too was down to just his underwear. The atmosphere seemed to be alive - it was all so unbelievably sexual. I was so turned on Sam; so fucking hot. I could actually feel my pussy leaking into my panties." She looked at me questioningly as if seeking my understanding.
Despite feeling as if I was shaking like a leaf I managed to nod affirmatively. "It's okay Annie," I mumbled as supportively as I could although I was starting to feel increasingly apprehensive at the thought of what was to come.
"As I swayed I stared at him; at his handsome face and his deep dark eyes; his toned and shiny black body naked now except for a pair of tiny silk red briefs that were straining to accommodate his -- his - cock..." Her voice tailed away. She drew in a deep breath as if she was composing herself.
"Our eyes were glued to each other. Paul moved back to me pulling me to him, pressing his body against mine and as we wrapped our arms around each other we slid into a long sensuous lingering kiss.
"It felt so good being against his hard strong body; I seemed to melt into him and as he took my weight, he slowly danced me into the bedroom. We were still kissing; standing at the bottom of his bed when suddenly, somehow I knew what I needed to do. I started moving down his body, my kisses covering his face and then his neck; then down across his firm torso so very black and beautiful, until I came to his bulging briefs. I don't think I've ever wanted anything as much as the cock hidden inside." She paused again but as I looked at her I could see that she was far away.
"I was kneeling on the floor in front of him staring at his bulge. I could smell him, smell his sex and I loved it. I started planting kisses all over his straining bulge, worshipping it as I knelt there in front of him. I wanted so much to please him. I kissed it, I licked it, I nibbled it all over and I could hear by his breathing and the way that his cock was swelling that I was pleasing him. I put my hands on his arse cheeks and pulled his bulge against me, breathing in his muskiness until it was almost driving me crazy." She paused as a shudder coursed through her.
"If you don't want to go on we can stop" I whispered convincing myself that I was worried that she might just breakdown completely. But deep down I knew it was me who was the closest to the edge.
"No it's okay. I want to carry on. No, I must -- I must carry on. We've got to do this. I want to get as much as I can out now, at least while I feel able to."
"B--but you don't have to put yourself through this."
Suddenly she rounded on me her eyes blazing. "Of course I have to put myself through this Sam," her voice rising in volume as she stared at me. "For fuck's sake don't you understand! We made a promise and there were NO fucking exceptions. I'm not proud of myself Sam. In fact I'm ashamed at what I am going to have to tell you -- ashamed of how I behaved with Paul. But not telling you won't change anything. Once we start deciding what we will and will not tell each other then we -- we -- we might as well ..." She turned away as her voice tailed off.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I'm being stupid." She looked back at me and suddenly I saw a flicker of my old Annie looking back at me the way she did when we were having fun; lovingly and with genuine affection.
"No you're not love," she said softly. "You're not being stupid. None of this is easy; none of this is easy for either of us." We sat in silence for a while feeling the soft sea breeze rippling past us. I don't know what I was thinking but Annie was obviously preparing for the next chapter of her tale.
"I brought my fingers round and slipped them over the waistband on either side of his briefs and as I started to roll them down I saw the head of his cock start to appear and I heard Paul whisper 'oh yes baby' in a deep voice. I carried on rolling his briefs down. I felt almost hypnotized as his big black snake started to spring slowly from them; little by little." She paused chuckling quietly to herself. I smiled back in recognition of her obviously inappropriate description. The moment of light relief clearly helped her gain back some confidence and she quickly carried on.
"Then all of a sudden it sprung free and the deep purple bulb at the head of his cock swayed across my face. For a moment I just knelt there letting it loll against my face, feeling its hardness against the softness of my cheeks and letting it slide across my salivating mouth. I even carried on staring up at it as I moved slowly down his leg with little kisses, all the while pulling his briefs with me until they were right to the floor and I was on my knees in front of him.
"I felt Paul step out of them and spread his legs a little. I was still watching his cock; now almost fully hard as it swayed with the sudden movement. As I carried on kissing him up his other leg Paul started encouraging me, telling me things like what a hot little bitch I was, such a sexy slut, the sexiest tease he'd ever met -- stuff like that. By then I don't think it mattered what he said. Whatever it was I simply and literally lapped it up.
"Soon I was back facing his cock. I bent forward and started licking all over his sack feeling the large balls inside sliding against my tongue. The smell and feel of him was overpowering and I couldn't stop myself. I slid one hand down my front and inside by panties. I was so hot and gooey down there it was incredible. I could feel my clit poking out of its hood like a tiny cock. I can't remember it ever getting that big before. I soaked my fingers in my pussy juice and started rolling them across my bud making my whole body shiver.
"I was looking up the length of his cock and could see a blob of precum glistening on the tip and oh Sam," she looked at me her eyes glazing over, 'Oh Sam I needed that nectar so very, very badly." Slowly she slipped out of her reverie and continued.
"With my other hand clasping Paul's thigh I held myself steady and started licking up and down his cock. By now my eyes were locked onto Paul's and I was rolling my pussy back and forth across my fingers. I kept lifting myself as straight as I could trying to take Paul's knob head into my mouth but every time I did he just pushed himself up leaving me tantalizingly short; just licking the edge of his swollen helmet. At one point he said something like; 'two can play the tease game bitch' and I nearly collapsed. I was so desperate to get his cock in my mouth. I needed his cock so badly. I was frantic, grinding my palm against my clit, moaning at him to let me suck it.
"What happened next is a bit of a blur; I remember Paul was teasing me; he kept asking me the same question. 'What do good bitches say if they want some black meat' as I failed again and again to get him into my mouth. I was desperate and just moaned at him 'Oh I need your cock -- oh Paul -- I need it so much.' At some point I reached up with my left hand to try and pull his cock down but he grabbed me by the wrist and put it back on his thigh. I tried to raise myself and got up on my haunches but he pressed my shoulders down keeping me tantalizingly close.
