Claire Lin stepped out of the shower and was just sitting down on the sofa with her tablet when she saw the text on her phone.
"Hi Claire, this is Terry- remember me? Any chance you have time for a coffee today?"
Her breathing quickened when she saw the name—Terry- her former work colleague; young, 6 foot 3 inches of lean black man. Wow... she hadn't seen him in some time.
Her fingers shook a little as she tapped out her reply. "Sure. Today? Where?"
She sat back on the sofa and anxiously waited for his reply, tapping in the search terms "big black cock" on her tablet to keep herself busy.
She sat back on her sofa and positioned the tablet on the coffee table for easy viewing... little white and Asian girls getting gangbanged by huge black cocks... Yes yes yes...
She opened the terry cloth robe and, nude underneath, gently touched her swollen labia. Already wet, she slid her long nails through the elegant folds of her pussy and found her tingly clit. Terry... oh my god Terry your so big... do me fuck me... she murmured, in the grips of fantasy.
Her fingers slid into her slick little slit and she began grinding onto her fist dreaming of fucking that young man... oh yeah... oh!!!
The dam broke and she screamed as she went over, cumming, crying out and bucking in the seat. The phone dinged; she had a message. Breathing in, she gathered herself and checked the message.
How abt that little mid east bistro we both loved? 2 today?
A smile came to her lips. Out of the corner of her eye she saw herself reflected in the living room mirror, nude, limp, satiated.... She turned to face the mirror directly, to stare at herself, at her long thick black hair tumbling across her shoulders, her gorgeous legs spread open across the sofa cushions, her pussy shaved smooth and baby pink.
She waited to respond to Terry's text. Instead, she rummaged through her purse for her little mommy treat- anal beads. She sighed as she touched them, thinking of how often recently she would insert these little monsters in her ass and walk around.... She loved the feeling of going shopping, of smiling at people and thinking, I've got anal beads in my ass... I'm so naughty!
Mommy's little secret.
And she knew what mommy wanted; more.
With a bottle of lube from her bag, she dropped a dab onto the largest bead and rubbed it all over the others. She leaned back and placed the tiny little first bead to her rectum and shivered with delight. The next one slid in so smooth and delightful, but the third was a little tight. By the fourth, she was glistening with sweat and biting her lip. By the fifth she was shaking and moaning. By the sixth, she was nearly crying until her sphincter opened up and swallowed the inch diameter bead and she yelped and cummed again, bucking and sobbing.
She giggled and sobbed and caught her breath; she took her phone and with a serene smile pressed, OK.
He was waiting when she finally arrived, gushing, Hi Miss Lin, wow it's so great to see you. You look great!
She smiled and squealed happily, giving him a brief hug that seemed to linger just a millisecond too long, his body solid and hard, her submission already apparent? They took their seats in the little middle eastern bistro.
"Yeah, it's been so long, Terry!" Claire Lin said, and then immediately blushed at her own words. Long! Stop thinking about it! She told herself, suddenly distracted. You look great! Marriage must be really working for you- you look—" she kind of bunched her shoulders as if she were flexing "- strong or something."
'Thanks," he said, nodding modestly. He asked about her husband and kids.
She smiled and said all was well. But how about you? How's your marriage?
He hung his head. "That's uh, just it, though. Marriage isn't so great after all."
"Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear that. Did something happen?"
"It's not that something happened, it's what's not happening. You know?"
She said she thought she understood as the waitress came over to take their orders.
While they chatted, she leaned back in her seat and her eyes took in this handsome young black man seated before her. He was as gorgeous as she remembered him.
She had stopped working at the company where they had met years before, but she never forgot him or the rumors of what he hid behind his fly. She had wanted him so badly, then, but so had everyone else and it just never happened. Eventually she got married and left the company and she heard he had gotten married as well not long after-- at young age; 24 or 25. She had always wondered about that. Was the wife older than him? She thought she had heard that too.
And now here they were... She sat back and listened.
Over lunch of pitas and hummus, he told her his whole story. It seems that what wasn't happening was sex. His wife had totally stopped sleeping with him. The reason—he was so big it hurt her every time he penetrated her. When she was younger she had loved the pain but as she got older she stopped being into it.
How big is too big? she choked a little and tried not to giggle out of embarrassment. I mean, like, how big...? She trailed off, realizing what she was asking him how big his cock was. She flared red again.
He stared at her dead in the eye, not smiling at her sudden shyness. 10 inches.
10 -- inches...?? She whispered, her mouth dropping and her pussy sending a pulse through her that made her whole body shiver. Oh. That's... big.
