Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Prologue
Susan Anderson loved their new home with all the passion of a young girl opening up Christmas presents. It was a two-bedroom bungalow in the middle of the blackest neighborhood in the city. The fact that her husband James and herself were white as snow made little difference to her as she explored the 60-year-old house. It was the first time in their 12 years of marriage that they actually had a two-bedroom house and finally she could think of babies. She knew that James hated the idea of having children. In fact, his favorite expression for a child was, "Damn little beggar." Nevertheless, she explored the future baby's room imagining all the things that she was going to do to make it a perfect room for her child. The crib would go next to the outside wall near the window with the changing table on the other side of the window. She would wait for them to find out whether it was going to be a boy or a girl before settling on a paint scheme. But there were things that she could do to get the ground floor set. For one she was going to make sure she got a crib and have James set it up. The changing table would also be an early purchase. The only issue that she had was trying to get James to cooperate.
Easier said than done. She hadn't felt his pencil dick in almost two years and not that the two 12-inch monster black dildos didn't satisfy her, but they were a long way away from being able to make her with a child. They had fought over the move, and even though 90% of their arguments ended in his victory she finally won out on this one pointing out that the rent for the house was almost $300 less than the place that they were currently living in, and they would be within a few miles of his work saving a good amount in gas money. From any point in the argument that was probably the most convincing one. So it was that she finally had if not her dream house at least a house. Now she would have to work on James and pray that that pencil dick of his had enough sperm in it to seed one of her eggs.
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I burst out laughing and I didn't even know why until I realized that I had been actually fantasizing about James fucking me. James and his fucking pencil dick. I can hardly remember what had attracted me to him in the first place, except that I was a gullible college freshman and he was a senior well on the way to his accounting degree. He had seemed so smart and responsible, a real gentleman who had not laid a hand on me until our wedding night which was my 18th birthday. I had been a virgin up to that point and when I saw his cock for the first time, I had to admit that I had been more than a little bit disappointed. After all, it was not even 5 inches when it was fully erect. I had heard that men's cocks were on the average 7 to 8 inches long and to have my beloved's dinky thing which barely touched the walls of my virgin pussy was well, hardly satisfying. It was almost laughable, so why not laugh.
Suddenly I stop laughing when the thought of that big black bull, Marcus, our landlord flashed across my mind. He was almost the opposite of James. 6 ft 5 inches tall tower of all man. He looks as big as an NFL linebacker and must have weighed at least 250 lb. Marcus was black as midnight and had those pronounced African features, pearl white teeth that shined against the cold dark inflection of his skin, a broad nose that I would imagine inhaling my scent that I knew that I gave off every time that he appeared on the scene.
But what got me the most about this man-beast was what was planted against the inside of his thigh. It went halfway down to his knee and that bulbous head prominent like it was begging for me. I shook my head hard, trying to get the thought of it out of my mind. I was married, for better or worse and James had enough faults for me not to be getting involved in another man no matter how little a man James was.
James had left for work an hour ago and would not be back for at least 10 hours, that was if he didn't make one of his frequent stops at the bar on his way home. Since I was home alone I figured that I might as well make it a play day. I stripped off my clothes as I made my way to the bedroom leaving them where they fell. Once there I opened up my dresser pulling out the box where I kept my toys. There was Master Tom my 10-inch black monster cock dildo. I did not care if James knew I had him, cuz after all if he was not going to satisfy me unless I went out cock hunting, who was? It didn't take me long to imagine that I was with Marcus and I wondered if his cock was as big as Master Tom. I kind of hoped that it was as I squatted down on the floor with the huge cock lined up on my twat. I couldn't believe how horny the thought of that big black bull fucking me made me. Within five minutes I had experienced two of the biggest orgasms I'd ever experienced. I was so lost in myself I hadn't even heard the doorbell.
Just as I was cumming down off my self-induced fuck high I looked up to see a huge hulk of a man standing in the doorway of my bedroom. I opened my mouth to scream and the man was on me, slamming me backward on the floor and knocking the wind out of me. He clamped a big black hand over my face effectively silencing me. The dildo which had still been trapped in my wet cunt bent as my body flew backward and popped free with a wet squish.