It had been five days since she last saw Max or Ed, and Brenda was a married bitch in heat. The two had gone to California for a black pastors national conference. They would be gone 10 days, including a stop at Max's sister's house in Los Angeles.
Brenda had thought the absence would give her a chance to clear her mind, and maybe come to her senses. She had become drunk on black cock, and feared it would endanger her marriage. Plus, all the hot black cum Max and Ed had dumped in her pussy made her worry about being pregnant. Carrying a black man's child--and not even knowing which black man--wouldn't fly in her lily white neighborhood. Or with her husband.
But the opposite had happened. Just two days in, Brenda had gotten the itch. She woke up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, thinking only of Ed and Max's long black cocks and what they had done to her. The throat fucking. The pussy pile-driving. The ass reaming. Cumming in her face, on her tongue, down her throat, deep in her cunt, and even in her asshole.
"I need black cock," she thought to herself, rubbing her pussy through her pink panties as she lay in bed next to a snoring Brad. "I can't wait 10 fucking days."
She quietly got herself off with her wet fingers, thinking of Max and Ed's black cocks, screamed into her pillow when she came, and finally fell asleep. The next three days, she used the black dildo Max had given her to stretch her pussy while Brad was at work and the kids were at school. It got her off, but it wasn't the same as a real black man.
Then, on Day 6, at around 11 a.m. opportunity struck. Or rather, it knocked--in the form of a tall black man. Daryl Slater knocked on her door.
Daryl was Brad's boss. He was in his late 40s, tall and a bit overweight. He treated Brad terribly, calling him at all hours, sending him on short trips, and reaming him out in front of other employees. Daryl was arrogant, selfish, and a well-known womanizer despite being married for 20 years. Everyone knew he hired only the prettiest receptionists, who were usually sucking his dick by the second week and accompanying him on all expense paid trips.
In the few times the two had met, Daryl had done more ogling than talking to Brenda, looking her tight body up and down. She despised the man, and normally she wouldn't even answer the door.
But Jesus, he was fairly good looking. And he was black. And she hadn't talked to a black man in nearly a week. She was dressed in a white tank top and light blue miniskirt, and she forced a smile when she opened the door. "Daryl," she said. "What a surprise. As you probably know, Brad is at work."
"I know he's at work," Daryl said, staring at her tits. "I hope he's working. Lazy ass."
Brenda didn't know what to say. So she just stared at the man.
"I came to see you," he finally said. "May I come in?"
"Um.....sure," Brenda said. "Sit down. Do you want a drink? It's probably too early for a drink. It's not even noon."
"I'll take a whiskey sour," he said. "And I don't like to drink alone."
Brenda went to the mini bar in their living room and fixed Daryl a drink while pouring herself some white wine.
"I am going to fire your husband today," Daryl said suddenly.
Brenda shuddered. "What?? Why?"
Daryl laughed. "Because I can."
Brenda was furious. "You'll never get away with it! I'll tell the board!"
Daryl laughed. Then he took his phone out and began searching for something. He turned it so Brenda could see the screen. It was a photo of Brenda entering Max's apartment.
Brenda felt the blood drain from her. But she knew she had to compose herself. "Yes, yes. That's Pastor Max King," she said. "I heard he was good at offering advice and I sent to see him about a problem I had."
Daryl laughed again, flipped through his phone and showed her another pic. It looked like it was taken from a security camera, and it showed her with about eight inches of Max's mammoth cock in her mouth.
"Was the advice how to deep throat a black pastor?" Daryl sneered.
"How...how did you get those??? Brenda was frightened. This could mean the end of her marriage.
"Max and I have been close friends for 15 years," Daryl said. "We have a friendly duel going over who can fuck the most white wives. He told me he was banging some hot married blonde from a lily white neighborhood who had a wimpy husband named Brad. I sent him a pic of you and he confirmed."
Brenda was speechless. And mortified.
"Are you....are you going to show Brad? Or anyone?"
Daryl laughed. "Not if you give me the Max treatment," he said.
Then he opened his zipper on his pants and pulled out a cock that was about as big as Max's, with a vein on the right side and balls as big as tennis balls.
"Jesus," Brenda said, unable to help herself" He was huge. And she was weak. This was her husband's arch enemy. But he had her over a barrel. And she hadn't tasted black dick in a week.
Daryl took his pants and shorts off, laid them neatly over a pair Brad had left on a chair, sat on the recliner bare ass naked, and lifted his balls with his right hand.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked sternly.
Brenda stared. She was mesmerized.
"Y-y-yes," she said. "It's very nice."
"What's very nice?" he taunted her, stroking his cock from base to head.
"Your cock. It's big."
"My what?"
Brenda froze. She knew this game. Max had played it often. She just couldn't believe she was playing it with this asshole boss of her husband's. In her own home.
"Your fucking big black cock!" she shouted, giving him what he wanted.
Daryl stood up and grabbed her roughly, her words having an animal effect on him. He spun her around.
"Strip. Get naked right now. While I watch."
Brenda knew she had no choice. And she wasn't sure she wanted a choice. That big cock was enormous. It would fit nicely in her hungry pussy hole, which was already wet in anticipation. "God I'm a whore," she thought to herself. "My husband's boss!"
She lifted her white tanktop over her head, and with no bra, her big tits bounced to perfection for Daryl's approval. "Very nice," he said, stroking his growing black cock. "Keep going."
