Chapter 6: The Final Submission
Titus guided his motorcycle between some traffic cones blocking the entrance to a parking area off the bay. Pullovers like this were all over South Florida. They usually had views of the clear blue water, palm trees, and a couple of picnic tables with grills. This one was no exception. This one contained a little cove and was almost entirely enclosed by some mangroves giving it some privacy. Beth didn't know why it was closed off as there was no construction going on nearby. Otherwise, it was empty, but for an abandoned van in the parking lot with a red kerchief sticking out the window. The van had side windows and looked like a relic from the 1970s.
"I found this driving down to the keys," said Titus, parking his bike behind the van to hide it from drivers on the road. "It's completely private." He took some tanning oil out of a storage compartment on his bike.
"Looks like someone's been here," said Beth, nodding her head towards a blanket laid out on the sand. It was parallel to the van, blocking its view from the road. The owners of the blanket must have selected it for a nice view of the scenery as the blue cove was behind it with palm trees on the other side. "It hasn't been here long either. It doesn't have any sand or debris on it."
"I doubt anyone's coming back for it." Titus tossed his phone on the blanket, for once not setting it up to film her. Beth found that act weirdly touching. He walked down past the blanket, leaned forwards and pulled the shorts down. His cock sprang up immediately, sticking out, but bent down.
Beth slowly followed. Her eyes staring at the black man's imposing physique. He had such strength, such a presence of raw masculinity. At some point, over the last two weeks, she'd started finding his muscles attractive. She was staring at his chest as she walked up, her hand moving down to his shaft. It stiffened the moment her fingers wrapped around it. Did it have any limits? Did it ever not get hard? She angled her head up as he leaned down to kiss her. The moment their lips touched, she melted into his arms.
Titus pulled back and spun her around facing the van. "Let's get you out of this," he whispered kissing her neck. Beth's hand came back stroking his cock while he untied the strings behind her neck. Her top fell off into the sand. Strong black hands slid down her ribs, her waist, stopping at her hips. Her panty fell down into the sand. She shivered at his touch.
Smack!
Beth jumped as his palm came down on her ass. She spun around, but Titus was already wading into the water, laughing. Beth walked down into the water. It felt amazing to be outside, exposed to the world. Titus was swimming to the center of the cover. Water tended to be shallow off the beaches and this cove was no exception, but it got deep enough, she could squat up to her neck. Titus swam up to her and pulled her to her feet, kissing her again.
Titus took her hand, his cock leading the way up to the blanket. He grabbed the tanning lotion and filled his palm with the oil. "Don't want you to burn," he said, with a wink. His powerful hands were soon running all over her body, coating it with oil. This man could give a hell of a massage if he wanted. His roaming hands were both relaxing and arousing as he paid a lot of attention to rubbing out into her breasts, flickering her hard nipples over her thumbs. He stopped, pouring more oil into his palm. "Better get your back too," he said, but instead of spinning her around, he hugged her slick body to his hard chiseled one. He reached around, rubbing his hands on her back. Her belly pressed into his hard cock and she could feel it throbbing with desire for her. It jerked multiple times, squirting precum on her stomach when his hands moved down to her rear. He covered her butt cheeks in oil, even making sure her crack was wet and coated. "Do me," he ordered.
Beth leaned down and grabbed the lotion bottle off the blanket. She paused coming back up to kiss the head of his cock. Titus nodded approvingly at the gesture. She stood, filling her much smaller palms with the oil. His chest was already slick from hugging her, but she started with it. Her hands ran over his black skin, feeling every muscle on his chest. Beth's breathing grew heavy., touching his body like this, the contrast of her white hands on his dark skin had her pussy leaking its arousal. He flexed his arms and she coated his biceps noticing that it would take three or four of her hands to encircle his arm at its thickest. She slid one wet hand back down his chest, his stomach, and into his pubes. Now his breathing turned heavy when her hand slid back and forth over his cock. He pulled it from her grasp turning around so that she could coat his back, moving down to his hard ass cheeks. When she finished, they both stood back, glistening in the sunlight, staring at each other's bodies.
Titus reached out and took her hand leading her to the blanket, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. Beth fell to her knees and found herself staring down the length of his shaft. She felt she'd never get used to the sight of it. Thirteen inches of hard black steel sticking straight out from his groin. The world's most perfect phallus attached to the most deplorable man she'd ever met. Beth leaned forward and kissed the tip, looking up at him towering over her. His phone chimed, and he glanced down at it. The next thing he did was somewhat unusual. Titus reached down and rubbed one side of her face, moving her hair back and holding it against her head. He pulled forwards gently, urging her to start sucking. She did, though what she really wanted was to have this monster thrusting in and out of her pussy. He continued holding her hair while she sucked his shaft, massaging his heavy balls as she managed to kiss his pubes.
The phone chimed again.
Titus gave it a glance before releasing her hair and pushing her head back until his cock sprang out. "On your back," he ordered.
Beth nodded eagerly, staring at his cock as she sat back, opening her legs while leaning back on her hands. Titus kneeled, his cock was sticking up. He bent it down rubbing her pussy lips before pushing harder, watching her open around the head as he slipped inside. Titus hefted her legs up and began working his cock in deeper as Beth laid down on her back. She moaned as he penetrated her. It had been too long. Titus worked his cock in and out, before pushing it all the way inside. He held still looking down while Beth ground her pussy into the root of his shaft, eyes closed, smiling lazily while she made circular motions with her hips around his cock. "Yes, fuck me now. Please?"
Titus phone chimed.
"Sure baby. Just tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me."
"Louder baby. Tell the world what you want."
"I want to be FUCKED!" she cried, grunting the last word out.
"With what, baby?"
"With you BIG... BLACK... COCK! FUCK ME WITH YOU BIG BLACK COCK!"
"That's good, baby," he said, starting to work his hips. "You like this big black cock?"
"I love it, Titus. I love it. I can't believe how good it makes me feel. I'm CUMMING already!
"Let it out baby, feel that black nigger cock making you cum."
Beth did let it out. She thrashed her head left to right, humping up into his thrusting cock. She squeezed and pinched her own nipples, their sensitivity adding to her orgasm's strength. "So good. So good."
"Better than your husband's?"
"So much better. So much bigger."
"Gonna fuck you hard now, baby."
"DO IT! FUCK ME HARD! I WANT YOUR CUM! MORE! CUM CUM CUMMING!"
