Shelly and "jenny's" Story

This is part one of a longer story. Some of this is based on a true story, but names have been changed, and details have been embellished. I hope you enjoy my story.

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I hated my husband's work events. I didn't know anyone and we were usually the only white people there—he worked at a sports and rap entertainment company. Still, this time was different. James' job was on the line and we needed to go make a good impression and make sure he didn't get fired.

I'm a 38 years old, and although I have had two kids, I routinely get checked out by boys and men. I enjoy dressing promiscuously and driving men wild—why not, I've worked hard for my body and I should show it off. I'm not a girl who has always had a sexy body; it's more of a recent thing. I started working out every morning 2 years ago, and I dropped from 150 to 115 pounds. I now have a tight, perky ass that was contained in a sexy, see-through thong tonight, and a tight black dress that left little to the imagination. Back in the day, I used to have to try so hard to get a man's attention—these days, men want to fuck me the minute they see me, and I love the attention. My long blond hair fell below my shoulders tonight, and I stood at 5'10'' with my pumps—2 inches taller than my husband.

When we approached Marcus' house, I couldn't help but think that this was the type of house we should be living in. The front of the large, eight-bedroom house was illuminated with lights, and he had hired a valet tonight—a high school senior I knew from my son's school. When we walked into the foyer area, a girl dressed in a tight, pink bikini took our coats. Now I remembered why I also hated these events—Marcus always hired sexy eighteen and nineteen year olds to work his events. James once told me that Marcus said "they have the tightest assholes cause they have never been fucked by a big black dick," but I always thought he was just making that story up.

James had been up for a big promotion recently at work, but they had instead chosen a different guy for the position. The way this business worked, because he had been looked over, his days were numbered at the company. Well, I thought. I've dealt with way too much to just allow my husband get fired. I was going to confront Marcus. I had talked to another wife, Marcia, about it first—she had said that her husband was also going to get fired a few years ago. Now, her husband, Brent, was Vice President of artist development. I had asked her how—and she played coy. I knew she was hiding something, so I took her out for drinks, and after her fifth cosmopolitan, she admitted that she had offered to suck the boss' dick. I hadn't told James about my plan, but I figured if all I had to do was suck Marcus' dick once, it was a price I was willing to pay. And although it was cheating, it was for a good reason.

As we settled in the family-room area in a comfy couch, another teenage slut came by and took our drink orders. Her bikini bottom and top were bright pink, and both were strained—her breasts and ass were pushing against the fabric and trying so hard to break free. What a slut, I thought. When I was eighteen, no way in hell would I be wearing that in a room filled with black men ogling my body. As I sipped on my martini, I thought about what I was about to do. I was nervous. I had never done something this bold, and I actually had never sucked any dick except my husband's. I loved him, but this was something I had to do for us, and although I could never tell him what I was doing, I knew he would understand.

I saw Marcus heading to the kitchen out of the corner of my eye, and James was in a deep conversation with some coworkers. This was my chance. "Please excuse me, I have to go to the powder room," I said to our circle. James didn't skip a beat—he kept telling his story (one that I have heard a hundred times). I went through the double doors to the kitchen and saw Marcus contemplating which beer to get at the fridge.

"Shelly, what are you doing here," he asked when he noticed me. Marcus is a large man, probably 6'9'' and he weighs roughly 280 pounds. He was a defensive lineman in the NFL for 7 years before starting this company, and he was still in excellent shape. I slowly approached him. I was super nervous about what I was about to say, but I tried to act natural. "I spoke with Marcia, Marcus. She said that she made a deal with you a few years ago, and that her husband was rewarded for it. I want to make a similar deal for James." As I approached him, he looked me over. I could tell he was thinking it through. "Shelly, James sucks at his job. This is different than Marcia and Brent. Brent got his position cause he's good at his job. Your husband fucking sucks at his job."

"Marcus, don't you think we can work something out," I asked as I closed the gap between us. I was close enough to now tough his chest. My hand slowly went south and I started to rub his pants over his dick. I can't believe what I was doing. Although I had thought about acting this slutty, I had never acted on those desires. Plus, as I rubber over Marcus' dick, I couldn't help but think...FUCK...this dick is so big. How am I going to ever suck this thing, it was the size of my forearm and it wasn't even fully hard.

"Shelly, we can work something out, but I can't make any promises," Marcus replied. I nodded and started to unzip his pants. As I did, his dick popped out, semi-hard already. I squatted low with my legs spread apart and I lowered my mouth onto his massive dick.

Now, I want to reiterate—I've never sucked any dicks except for my husband's, and I'm not a big head-giver to begin with. I was nervous. This big black cock has probably had so many nice blowjobs from those sluts in the bikinis. And although I thought I was sexy now, with my tight, firm body, maybe he wouldn't want a blowjob from a middle-aged woman. That thought went away immediately though as my lips went around the semi-soft shaft, and I noticed the immediate enlargement in my mouth. His dick was rapidly getting hard, and I knew he was turned on! Instead of feeling repulsed, however, I felt proud. This big, muscular, powerful black man was turned on by my dick sucking! This gave me confidence and I started to suck with more vigor, going up and down his big black shaft. I unbuttoned his shirt as I did, revealing his toned, muscular, powerful abs. His large dick, which was now about 12 inches long, and as wide as my forearm, was glistening with my spit and he started rocking back and forth in my mouth. "Bitch, you love my big black dick, huh?" he asked. And I looked up and him and simply nodded.

This wasn't so bad, I thought. I was just going to suck his dick, and he was going to cum in my mouth, and I was going to spit it up, and James would get a promotion. Win-win-win. But as I took Marcus' dick in my mouth, he got a different idea. He raised me up from my squatting position, and reached toward my sheer panties. He started to move my panties to the side, and began to insert a digit into my wet cunt. Oh god, why was I wet? I wasn't just wet though, the whole experience—sucking his big black dick like a little slut—had made me drip through my panties, and he was able to shove his middle finger—the size of James' dick, so easily up my slutty, wet cunt. I moaned with pleasure, but no! This was not right. "Marcus, our deal is only a blowjob—you can't touch me there!" I had been willing to suck his dick, but my vagina was only James', and I wasn't going to cheat on him.

"Bitch, we had no deal," he replied as he lifted me up onto the counter-top island and simultaneously pulled down my panties and exposed by dripping pink pussy. I had recently had a Brazilian bikini wax, and I had never felt so exposed. He started inserting two fingers into my dripping pink pussy, which was stretching it more than I had ever been fucked. "Stop it Marcus," I moaned. But I knew I wanted him to keep going, I was so turned on. If he fingered me until I came, that would be okay, I thought.

But Marcus had different plans. He closed the gap between us, and brought his foot-long dick close to my soaked vagina. "NO!" I vehemently protested, as he positioned his dick on my vagina. But Marcus didn't seem to care, and I knew what was going to happen. I had gone from thinking I was only going to suck a dick, to being actually taken in my pussy. He pushed his giant black dick head into my pussy and I moaned deeply. I had never been stretched this way—his big nigger dick was bigger than even my biggest dildo. He thrusted deep inside me, and my mind was going crazy, and I realized that he was only half-way inside. As he pulled outward, I saw his dick glisten with my pussy juice, a telling reminder how turned on I was physically. At half-way, I was being penetrated deeper than James had ever penetrated me with his 5-inch white dick, and I was being stretched further than ever before as well because of Marcus' girth. I'm a fairly pale woman too, and the contrast of his glistening black dick and my pale skin and pink pussy was driving me wild.

Marcus knew he had me, and he started increasing the tempo. He was now three-quarters in, and my pussy was creaming all over his penis in excitement. I was turning red all over my body, writhing in pleasure, as he simultaneously slid my dress downward and exposed my juicy breasts. I always had small boobs, but recently I had had a boob job, increasing my bust from a b-cup to a d-cup. When Marcus stared down at my pale, big boobs, I paused in anticipation. "Shelly, you have some fine white titties, bitch," Marcus exclaimed. For some reason, I signed with relief. He likes my boobs, I thought. I'm turning him on, I realized—but of course I was—his massive dick was swollen beyond belief in my waxed, tight white pussy.

The kitchen doors swung open.

"Shit!" I said. How could I be so stupid! Anyone could come and go from this kitchen I though as I was being fucked harder than I've ever been fucked.

It was one of the server girls in the revealing pink bikini. This one wasn't as busty as the one who gave us our drinks, but was more slender. Her boobs were probably an a-cup, but she was toned and fit, and I was jealous of her tight little ass. "Oh!" she exclaimed, realizing what she was walking into. Marcus turned around and looked at her, but didn't stop his thrusting. "Amber, what the fuck you looking at? Am I paying you to stare at me fucking white bitches, or serve my guests?" That was all "Amber" needed and she dropped the dishes in her hand in the sink, and grabbed more drinks out of the fridge. As she passed by me, however, she whispered," girl you have a sexy cunt," to me—and I don't know whether it was because I was taking the biggest dick of my life, or being watched by a sexy nineteen year old in a tight, perky body, but I lost it. I started cumming right there, with Amber watching, and Marcus fucking me with his giant dick. I've never been much of a squirter, but this was a different experience, and I started cumming hard. I squirted all over Marcus' dick and I shook and writhed in pleasure. I even got some juice on Amber's toned abs, and she stared at me in amazement. I blacked out in pleasure, and when I came to, she was gone.

Had Marcus finished? Please let this nightmare be over, I thought. But as I came to, I realized that he was rubbing my anus with a finger. It was a moist from all the squirting and cumming I had done, and he playfully circled my asshole with him finger as he continued to thrust his massive dick into my pussy.

"NO!" I against protested. I have never done any butt-play with James—that was strictly forbidden. "Please don't touch my ass, isn't my sex, tight, white pussy enough" I begged of him. But Marcus just stared at me. "Bitch, I'll fuck you in any hole I fucking want you dumb slut," he replied. He pushed his finger into my asshole, and it hurt, but the whole experience—him fucking my wet cunt while fingering my ass—felt...amazing. I was confused, and so I didn't even realize him pull out of my pussy and position the head of his dick in my ass. Before I even could protest, he inserted his dick into my asshole—just a little bit at first. "Shelly, tell me you want my big black dick in you tight little white ass," he ordered. In my head, I was enraged. I never said he could fuck my ass! But, as I was thinking about protesting, the word that escaped my mouth were: "yes daddy, please fuck my tight little virgin white asshole." What the fuck was I saying?

Marcus didn't need any additional instruction. He pushed more of his ginormous dick inside my ass. He grabbed my shoulders as leverage as he started rocking back and forth in my ass. Fuck, the size of his dick was absurd, and his dick was wet still from my pussy as he fucking me in my rear end. I couldn't believe I was being fucked in the ass by Marcus. He groaned and grunted as he fought against my butt. And then I saw that he was nearing release, and I was so relieved. This experience could not end fast enough. He started to thrust hard into my rear end, while he played with my clit. Finally, he groaned and I could feel cum escaping from his big nigger dick into my bottom. Hot, thick cum was filling my butt. He pulled out, and immediately entered my pussy, and I could feel more of the hot cum filling up my pussy. What the fuck was I doing! I came here to suck a dick, and here Marcus was filling up both of my most-private holes with his cum. I also couldn't fathom the amount of cum that he continued to fill me up with, and the thought of it, and the girth of his big black dick in my pussy, made me cum myself. I shook violently on the counter as he filled me up with his think, hot, black seed.

Finally, we were both done. He withdrew his cock from my soaking, cum-covered cunt. His dick was still huge, but I could tell that he was spent. He pulled his pants back up and fastened his belt. Marcus also picked up my panties from off the ground and slipped them back onto my legs. He pulled the panties back up to their original spot, and at the same time the cum started coming out from both of my slutty, used holes. Marcus' cum met my panties and immediately soaked them. As the hot cum flowed outward, I could still feel full in both of my holes—shit he really filled me up!

"Shelly, our deal is done. I'll see what I can do." That was all Marcus said, and he exited the kitchen. I stood up and fixed my dress. The cum had no soaked my panties and a little bit was dribbling down my inner thigh. I didn't even think to clean it up. I had made a sexy black man cum so hard, I thought, in both of my slutty holes. I was proud as I exited the kitchen—cum-filled—to find my husband.