Part 3
Chapter 12
As I looked down at Marcus as our breathing slowed I just didn't want to get off him. I could feel his cum so wet and sticky inside me...it was a delicious feeling. As I looked into his eyes I squeezed myself tight around his slowly softening dick and he grinned and ran his fingers over my sides, tracing my ribs. I wanted his beautiful black dick to stay hard permanently so I could just fuck him at a moment's notice! Oh god, imagine having access to his 10 inches of black pleasure 24/7...wild horses couldn't drag me from my bed if that were the case!
'Wow,' was all I could say as I leant forward to kiss him, pressing my warm soft smooth body against him. The feeling of my hard nipples brushing over his chest was delicious. I felt his strong arms engulf me as we kissed tenderly, our lips playing silly little games. I felt like a teenage girl again experimenting with her very first boyfriend. Jesus, what was this 18 year old doing to me? I was a 45 year old married woman but just the thought of Marcus turned my brain to a mush that could only think about looking pretty for him and pleasing him! Was this the mythical 'Power of Black Cock' that I'd heard about?
Was this why there were so many interracial couples these days...almost always, from what I'd seen, white women and black men? Is this why whenever I saw an interracial couple the white woman was always perfectly made up and dressed to please? Did she do that of her own accord? I suspect she did and again it comes down to that innate female competitiveness...when a woman finds a man they want to keep they will use every tool at their disposal to keep his attention on her instead of other women. That usually means being perfectly made up and dressed up for him whenever he is around! It takes a lot of effort but it obviously pays off as they always look so content and satisfied...like they had just got out of bed where she'd had an amazing orgasm. Or was it the excited anticipation of knowing that she would soon be in bed with him getting fucked like she'd always fantasised about being fucked? As I looked over at myself in the mirror I could see a sparkle in my eyes and a smile on my face that said that at this moment everything was perfect and I'd never been happier...was I becoming one of those lucky white women too?
As I looked over at my buzzing phone I realised it was only 4.30pm. We'd only been in bed for a couple of hours but it had felt like a lifetime and I knew my life was now moving on a different trajectory! I didn't answer my phone as I didn't want to break the spell of being in bed with Marcus. He kissed me and got up to use the bathroom. I then read the text message: it was from my husband telling me he would be back in the morning and not in 4 days time as something had come up at work here. I was devastated that all the plans involving Marcus would now not happen! I had in that moment gone from deliriously happy to sad and then angry at my husband for spoiling everything! His flight wasn't landing until 10.00am and then with the hour drive from the airport I reckoned Marcus could be here until 10.30am. My husband always texted me when he was driving so I'd have plenty of time to get Marcus out of the house.
I was propped up by pillows leaning against the headboard as I watched Marcus return to the bed, my eyes drinking in his physical perfection, he could sense something was wrong. When I told him the development I could see he was disappointed which I absolutely loved! I wasn't imagining it...he did want to spend more time with me, he wasn't bored with me already! 'Well, we'd better make the most of the rest of the day,' he said as he climbed onto the bed again. He moved over to me and knelt with his legs on each side of me, his beautiful black dick starting to grow in front of my my face. He lifted my arms above my head and then held them with one big black hand round my slim pale wrists and slowly pushed his semi hard dick into my mouth. Of course, mouth opened instantly for him and I moaned with pleasure at how he was taking charge of me before my moans were stifled by his dick. My eyes were closed as he slowly started to fuck my mouth and I could feel my saliva dripping down my chin onto my breasts.
"That's it, that's a good girl. Take my big black dick in that pretty white mouth," he said as I felt every ridge and thick vein bump and slide over my eager mouth. It felt so incredible to be taken like this, to be used like this, knowing he was so much stronger than me and he could just take me any way he wanted for his pleasure. "I wanted to do this to you from the moment we met. I remember thinking that your lips were made for one thing and wondering how good they would look wrapped around me. The reality is even better than my fantasy," he grunted as he continued to fuck my mouth slowly, changing the angle so he pushed out my cheeks in different ways. I could see him staring intently, watching what his dick was doing to my pretty face and I knew he was loving how submissive I was to him.
I moaned in frustration as he pulled out of my my mouth but then squealed with delight as he slowly rubbed the big wet head all over my face, gently slapping my face with the shaft, laying it over my face so I could kiss and lick and suck his big smooth balls. My eyes closed as my blonde head tilted back in ecstasy as I breathed in the scent of his black dick. "That's it," he moaned, "Breathe me in deep." Oh God, it was incredible! It felt like his scent was invading every cell in my body, swamping and coating me in his delicious black power. I felt almost light headed as I continued to take in long deep breaths through my nose and moaning out loud as I exhaled.
Marcus let go of my wrists and grabbed 2 fistfuls of my long, light silky blonde hair. I could feel his fingers caressing it and his moans of pleasure as his rock hard black dick slid back inside my mouth. My hands gripped his muscular thighs as he continued to fuck my mouth. "Oh yes, my cheating married blonde slut," he moaned. At first I was shocked at the use of the word 'slut' to describe me but then from his perspective that was what I was. I was his girlfriend's Mom and was letting him fuck my brains out in my marital bed! "I love to talk dirty in bed but Cindy is too shy," he said. "I don't think Mom is shy at all," he said and I could sense the hope in his voice.