Summer of Blac Coc

Summary:

One man witnesses the fall of men & women to a BBC teen... and himself, too

Note 1:

This is a

2016 Summer Contest Story

so please vote.

Note 2:

This is dedicated to the real David who requested this story and shared with me the many truths that begin this lengthy tale.

Note 3:

Thanks to Robert, Tex Beethoven, Dave and Wayne for editing this story.

Warning:

1. This is a story of men and women submitting to black cock... if that isn't your thing, please don't read.

2. It uses the 'N' word on occasion, which I think enhances the power of submission at key points in the story. Believe it or not, I found ways to use it respectfully.

3. I'm not a racist just because I have a fantasy, as many do, to submit to black cock (and yes, I'm very aware that not every black cock is huge... and my late husband had a pretty nice big

white

cock). I find many races sexy... but the black and white thing is often seen as a taboo and is therefore hot to me (and to many others).

Again... if this isn't your thing, don't waste your time on this lengthy tale. But if this

is

your thing, I think you're going to like it.

Prelude... author's note:

I have learned many things over my several years as a Literotica writer. Here are three of them:

1. A lot of porn isn't as far-fetched as society would like us to believe.

2. 99 percent of people, men and women, have sexual fantasies they have not fulfilled.

3. Many of these people never do fulfill their fantasies and come to regret it in later years.

This story is partly true, okay actually a lot true, except that in real life he never succumbed to the carnal desires inside him and the great temptation many men have to suck cock (even if they don't realize it until it presents itself), and particularly for white men to suck black cock (I have not yet completely figured out white man's often insatiable lust to suck black cock but I think it may be a mixture of taboo and history... a unique natural hierarchy that had been established for centuries... this particular hierarchy being the reverse of the historical one).

I too have an attraction to the idea of black cock or black pussy... although I can't explain why (it just gets me wet). Although it is a fantasy I have not made a reality nor had the opportunity to pursue.

Anyway, here is the story of what could have happened if HE would have acted differently when a unique opportunity presented itself.

Summer of Black Cock

I was the evening manager of a hotel when it happened.

I had gotten to work a few minutes late, a little after eleven, to relieve LeAnn. LeAnn was a sweet, cute eighteen year old with glasses and an amazing ass that I had trouble not staring at. And even when I couldn't help staring I had to be sly, since she had just finished high school and was going to enter her freshmen year majoring in... get this... feminist studies... and, well, I was married... and there was a lot more temptation around with other hot young things very like her... plus an endless parade of hot grown women coming through these doors and into these rooms. Anyway my main point here is that although LeAnn was a really sweet person, but if you were stupid enough to treat her as any sort of

sex object

, you were in for some fireworks and you'd better run before you were lit up.

I spent a few minutes with the usually very pleasant and interesting LeAnn, but this evening she seemed distracted. When the night shift personnel change occurred, the one going off duty would update their replacement about any strange happenings, odd guests, difficult customers, or expected late arrivals.

Tonight LeAnn wouldn't make eye contact, which was odd and unlike her, as she quickly updated me and stressed twice, another oddity, that she had closed the pool and not to worry about it. Normally the night shift manager kicks out any late night pool participants after eleven o'clock. Although, since that was normally the most unpleasant part of the night shift, I was quite happy that tonight I wouldn't need to kick out any guests, who were often belligerent, or kids, who were often sent from their rooms for a while by amorous parents who often wanted some unsupervised time, leaving the kids with no place to go for a while

except

the pool.

As she was leaving, I noticed that there was a white stain on her black blouse. I also thought, although I couldn't tell for sure, that her face seemed to be shiny... although I dismissed that as the result of a hot Ohio evening and my experience that the hotel's office air conditioning was not up to par. (The lounge and rooms were fine, but the office not so much... typical corporate mentality.)

Anyway, LeAnn scurried out of the office, again very unusual behaviour for her, since we usually spent a few minutes chatting about generic things like my wife, her boyfriend, summer plans, movies (we were both film buffs) and weather.

I waited for and welcomed the 11:15 late arrival LeAnn had mentioned, before I decided to double check the pool. I knew that LeAnn was a good worker, but I considered that she was young, so may not have turned off something or picked up all the towels.

As I approached the large room containing the pool, I heard a deep voice order, "That's it, take all my big black dick in that pretty white mouth of yours."

I froze.

This would hardly be the first time I had walked in on a couple having sex (truth be told, I will never immerse myself in a hotel pool after some of the things I've seen happen in them), but this was the first time I had heard something that sounded like it came from an interracial porn movie. Yes, dear reader, my one bad vice is a tendency to watch a LOT of porn... all types... and yes I do have a tendency to often end up watching black guys fucking white girls.

As the voice continued, "Deep throat it, slut," I used the master key I carried that opens all the magnetic locks to the pool.

"Oh yeah, I bet I'm a lot bigger than that pathetic husband of yours, ain't I," he bragged, clearly enjoying his derogatory treatment of this white woman.

As I turned the corner curious to see who was in the pool, I heard her admit, "Yes, you're so much bigger than my husband."

I found a young black male, likely eighteen or nineteen, sitting with his legs in the hot tub and an older white blonde, a MILF to be sure, maybe early forties, in the hot tub sucking his cock.

He gloated, "Yeah, all you white sluts love my big black dick."

The woman was attractive and busty...her bikini top full and bouncing nicely as she really went to town on that dick.

I was about to speak when I was stopped in my tracks, noticing for the first time how widely her jaw was stretched over this teenager's cock... it was huge! I'm a respectable six and a half inches and I'm also thick, but this young guy made me feel like a little kid.

He wasn't like porn-star long, maybe only a little over eight inches I would later notice, but his cock was massively thick. The woman's arm was right next to it, and her wrist and his cock seemed to be the same diameter.

Finally I said, trying to act casual and professional at the same time, "The pool is closed."

The MILF quickly stopped, pulled her mouth off his dick, looking completely mortified, she apologized, "I-I-I'm so sorry."

The young black man didn't seem at all fazed and he didn't even glance at me, but instead stared into the MILF's face and scolded her, "Did I say you could stop?"

To my surprise she apologized again, but this time to him, "I'm sorry," and, even though her cheeks were burning red with shame, she resumed trying to stuff that fat sausage into her throat.

I was stunned and I have to admit I was instantly turned on, especially by how she obeyed him and how she was really having some success in taking all of that monster.

"Oh yes, show me how much you like a real cock," the kid moaned.

I watched way longer than I should have, my cock completely hard in my pants, as I tried unsuccessfully to regain my "manager" appearance... while in actuality I was staring helplessly and slack jawed at that black cock barely contained between her stretched lips.

I guess I had taken too long, because the kid was smirking at me by the time I finally met his eyes and politely said, "Sorry folks, the pool is closed and you have to take this to your room."

I was proud of sounding professional, even if my cock was getting painfully hard and starting to tent my khaki pants (which I was afraid was pretty obvious). I mean I had seen a six person gangbang, three college girls eating each other's pussies, a girl getting dp'd, and many one on one sex acts, but somehow this was a whole new level of hot.

The young man smirked, but he didn't argue with me, but ordered the MILF, "Okay, stop, bitch."

She did, sitting back, and rather obviously keeping her eyes averted from mine.

He continued, "Want this black dick in that cunt of yours?"

"Yes," the woman replied instantly, her hunger for that thick cock overriding the shame she obviously felt at the reality of my being there and witnessing her humiliation and adultery.

"Go to Room 311 and wait for me, naked, on all fours on the bed," he ordered, before adding, "I need to talk to Mr. Manager here."

"Okay," she nodded, getting out of the hot tub, her entire body as perfect as her tits. She grabbed a towel and left us alone, never once even glancing at me.

The teenager made no attempt to hide his big, hard cock, and just looked at me arrogantly as he lounged back on his hands, feet dangling in the hot tub and that massive black cock pointing at me like a weapon. It was very shiny... obviously from the MILF's spit.

I knew I was staring at it... I couldn't help it... It was just so big and majestic... as if I were suddenly a participant in one of the many porn movies I'd watched. (One of the perks of the night shift was lots of down time in my office, which I often used to read Literotica or watch porn).

He was smirking as he said in an apologetic tone something that echoed eerily similar to stories I had read online, and lines from movies I had watched, "Sorry man, but all whites love to worship a black cock."

I had seen a lot of interracial porn and it seemed like the sentiment was true for porn stars, anyway, so I laughed and agreed, trying to act casual, like two guys of equal status bullshitting, "Yeah, that seems to be true."

He stood up and walked towards me, his cock wagging back and forth at me with each step as he approached in a hypnotic sort of way. He rephrased the same message with a confidence I had never seen in a young guy, "When a white bitch sees this big black cock, she just falls all over herself to do anything for me."

He laughed, and I laughed rather nervously with him... very unsure of myself as he stepped closer... feeling uncomfortable even though the idea of sex with a guy had never really occurred to me... yet his hard cock was just so majestic that I couldn't help stealing glance after glance at it. I found myself looking...tearing my eyes away... looking again... ripping my eyes away... looking...

I also realized that I seemed to be speechless.

He said to me, "Go get me that towel."

I nodded, polite as I always am to guests, regardless of their demeanour, "Yes, sir."

I fetched him a fresh towel, the one he had been sitting on being rather wet.

I handed him the towel; he didn't thank me but just said, "And my trunks."

I nodded again, "Yes, sir," compulsively glancing down again at his still hard glistening cock before going over and picking up his wet trunks then carrying them over to his hard cock... I mean to

him

, uncomfortably aware that I still had a raging hard on of my own.

When I handed him the trunks I apologized for interrupting his fun, I don't know why since he was the one breaking the rules, "Sorry for interrupting, but rules are rules."

He looked at me, then down at my tented pants and then up again to smirk at my face. He shrugged, quoting, "Rules are made to be broken."

He repeated his sexual axiom again, "Like I said, all whites secretly need to have a black cock to worship."

As he said it, I glanced down at his cock... again!... as I realized that he had just given me two orders, two somewhat demeaning orders, and that I had obeyed them instantly before apologizing to him for interrupting him, all the while constantly aware of his cock, just like any white bitch worshipping his BBC.

He then stressed, "

All whites

," before adding, "if you want to learn what I expect from you, be in Room 311 in ten minutes."

He then left me standing there with an achingly hard cock, feeling both stunned and confused.

Was he offering me a chance to watch?

Was he offering me a chance to join in?

Was he offering me a chance to join the MILF in submitting to him?

I adjusted my raging hard-on and went back to the office, contemplating his unorthodox offer.

In the end, I resisted the tempting offer, making a pros and cons list in my head.

Pros:

-See that sexy MILF get fucked

-See that BBC in action

-Maybe get to fuck that hot submissive MILF

Cons

-I am the manager and responsible for the hotel and can't go running off on sexual adventures

-I am happily married (even if our sex life has become terrible because we both work long hours and often have conflicting shifts)

-I am not gay

-I don't want to cheat

Curious though, I looked in the register to see who was in Room 311, and found that it had been comped by LeAnn with the reason: Room wasn't properly cleaned.

LeAnn

never

comped a room and the rarity of anyone awarding a free room for that reason was super rare... we have an excellent cleaning staff.

AND there was no name or credit card for incidentals, which we never allowed.

This just kept getting weirder.

I resisted the temptation to go up there, being a good employee and a faithful husband. But I could

not

resist being really turned on, so about half an hour later I could no longer resist the urge to watch some online interracial porn. I was watching a few scenes of BBC hammering hot white women while I slowly stroked my raging hard-on, and I was getting really close to coming, the recorded scenes on my monitor being constantly eclipsed by my visions of that teen's big dick as I reflexively pondered whether I should have gone to Room 311. I was alerted by a chime that someone had approached the front desk.

I looked up at the camera and saw it was the same MILF from the pool, still wearing her bikini top and a towel around her waist.

I went out to the front desk and noticed her hair was now dry and in a mess of tangles. When I got a closer look at her, I gasped. Without a doubt, she had a full load of cum all over her tits.

Not surprisingly, I had trouble meeting her eyes because I was staring... drooling really... at those tits and was suddenly obsessed by the weird thought that I'd love to lick those babies clean. It wasn't weird because I was thinking about licking tits, but because of what I would be licking off of them! I had never considered eating cum... not even my own... for even a moment. But I sure was now!

When my eyes finally reached her face, she looked both embarrassed and a little angry.

I was about to apologize for staring at those big tits, when she said, "Jamal is very disappointed that you didn't obey him, and because you didn't, I am being punished."

"What? Why?" I asked, confused.

She handed me her bikini bottoms, which were soaked, but not from pool water. I accepted them with two fingers as she answered obliquely, "He knew you would want these."

I stared at her in disbelief as she walked out, making this surreal past hour even more other-worldly.

Once she had gone, I sniffed her bottoms out of curiosity and the smell of semen was very strong, and my first impulse was to suck on them, but I managed not to and after a while I tossed them in a garbage can outside, needing this weird night to end.

For the next little while I was busy helping to close the bar; a lot of men there were drunk. I wondered if one of these men was the husband of the MILF whose bikini bottom I'd had in my hands earlier.

After the bar was closed, I handled one late check in and then I printed all the check-out bills to slip under the doors as we always did in the middle of the night.

I had avoided Room 311 all night, even the entire third floor, until now... assuming he was asleep after using the MILF.

As I reached his room and bent down to slide his comped room bill under his door, redundant but it being hotel policy to give every person a receipt, I froze for a second time. I heard a girl moaning, "I know, and I'm really sorry, but I did tell him not to go to the pool. That I had already closed the pool."

"But he came in anyway, didn't he?" another voice scolded; the same one that had been at the pool.

"Yes, I guess he doesn't trust me," the first voice replied. I suddenly knew that voice... it was sweet LeAnn!

"Or did you want your boss to admire my big black dick?" he queried suggestively.

"No," she insisted. "I told him twice that I had closed the pool."

"Ready for your punishment?" he questioned, clearly fucking her hard, since I could hear the slapping of bodies at a rapid pace.

"Yes," she moaned loudly, clearly enjoying the hard fucking she was receiving from the BBC. I couldn't believe this, she had a boyfriend and she was an extreme feminist. Yet no doubt she was willingly being fucked by this guy and obviously had broken the rules by allowing him into the pool area after hours.

Then it hit me... had that stain on her blouse been cum? His cum?

"Not in my ass!" she screamed loudly, suddenly.

"You've taken it in between those cock sucking lips and in that tight cunt of yours, so there is only one hole left. And since you couldn't complete a simple task, you need to be punished. Although you probably won't mind very much after a while; I've learned that you pretentious white feminists are usually the biggest three hole cum buckets out there," he declared, with such confidence that I kind of believed it.

She must have said something, because he ordered, "Repeat that, slut. I expect my white fuck sluts to be proud of who they are, female or male."

My eyes went big.

It was as if he knew I was on the other side of the door.

Why else add 'male' to that sentence?

Although I wanted to hear her answer, I quickly tiptoed away, not wanting to get caught.

I returned to the office, my dick again raging hard, whipped it out and jerked off... coming into the wastebasket within seconds.

I didn't leave my office the rest of the night, and was just getting ready to leave after briefing my morning shift replacement, when I saw the MILF with her husband and a twelve year old son, now recognising the three as being here for a couple nights for some huge soccer tournament. They were sitting in the restaurant having breakfast.

She never made eye contact with me as I walked by to use the restaurant's exit to the street, but I couldn't help staring at those tits, now hidden beneath a baggy t-shirt... wondering if she had licked off the cum or washed it off... or maybe she had even made her cuckolded husband lick it off.

I went home and crashed hard... once I'd jerked off one more time, of course... my wife having already gone to work... us working polar opposite shifts.

Author's note: