Trisha looked slowly around the sparsely furnished ratty apartment through alcohol clouded eyes. The room smelled of a mix of pot smoke, dirt, sex and sweat and she knew she should be repulsed by her surroundings but instead all she felt was an insatiable hunger.
Her eyes focused on Jared and her heart leapt in her chest. He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders and powerful arms and legs. His medium brown skin glistened with sweat and moisturizer and the combination was utterly delicious.
She gazed through lust filled eyes at his impressive dick and chewed excitedly on her bottom lip. Trisha had never given a lot of thought about dick size. She'd had good sex and bad with big and average sized cocks but she hadn't had one near as big as Jared before. Big dicks sometimes hurt but she was very intrigued by him and his beautiful black cock.
Trisha got goosebumps on her exposed flesh when Derek's hand rested on her shoulder. Her heart started to race and she felt a familiar tingling between her legs. Derek was almost as hot as his friend but in a different way. He was slender and lanky with sinewy arms and legs. His complexion was dark and he had a sexy British accent that made Trisha giddy and wet.
"You need to stop," she said unconvincingly as his hand moved inside her tight, cotton tank top.
"You didn't want me to stop at the club," Derek said confidently as he squeezed her big natural DD breasts . His touch felt great and she clenched her teeth to stifle a low moan. Her nipples grew taut and a surge of wetness flooded her ravenous sex. She had secretly fantasized about black men since high school and she often thought about being with two men at once but she'd always figured that her husband would be one of the guys.
"I'm married," Trisha replied quickly. Her voice trembled and she breathed deep to steady herself. Her heart felt like it would burst and her face was warm and flushed. She had never been unfaithful to her husband but he had seemed to be really turned on watching her dance with the two sexy black men.
"So, he didn't seem to mind watching us at the club," Derek countered in a velvety smooth voice that sent a shiver down her spine. He gestured towards her drunk, stoned husband Tony who lay past out on the disheveled couch in the corner of the studio apartment.
"But he's not watching now," Trisha reasoned weakly. She closed her eyes and moaned long and low. Her mouth hung open and she breathed deep and steady. It had been more than ten years since she'd been touched like that by any man other than Tony.
"That's okay baby, Jared is watching for him," Derek said with a low chuckle. His British accent really was one of the sexiest things she'd ever heard and she felt powerless to resist his charm. "He's even taping us so Tony doesn't miss a thing,"
Trisha opened her sleepy eyes and looked at jared's handsome smiling face. He had set up a tripod with a video camera and he was recording Derek's hands inside her tank top.
"No, don't," Trisha said without conviction. She shook her head weakly and raised her arms as Derek lifted off her tank top, offering no resistance what so ever. He balled her shirt up and tossed it across the room at her sleeping husband where it landed beside him on the ratty leather couch.
Jared's big dick swung like a baby elephant's trunk and Trisha gazed at it through cloudy eyes. Her tongue circled her lips and she swayed gently in her seat. She couldn't believe what was happening. Three hours earlier she and Tony had been drinking in a downtown club when Derek has asked her to dance. She loved to dance but Tony hated it so he insisted that she go. She had taken turns dancing with both Derek and Jared for several hours and when they suggested Tony and she join them at their Jared's apartment to smoke a joint they'd hesitantly accepted the offer. Neither Tony nor Trisha was big smokers but they did occasionally partake when offered and the two well-built black men seemed pleasant and nice.
Derek moved to Trisha's left and pushed her black lace bra down so he could paw at her big pale tits. His dark flesh contrasted nicely with her alabaster skin and she looked up at him with narrow, glazed red eyes. His cock, smaller than Jared's but impressive none the less, brushed against her shoulder and Trisha turned to face it. It was mostly hard and he smiled down at her as he pulled back his foreskin exposing the bulbous head.
Trisha parted her lips wide and took him into her mouth. The salty flavor of sweat and precum tickled her tongue and she closed her hand around the shaft and sucked hard on the tip. He quickly grew fully erect, stretching her lips, and she cooed softly as her head and fist worked in concert with each other.
Jared zoomed the camera in on Trisha's pretty round face. She was ten or so years older than him and she was thick and curvy with a bit of a belly but she was sexy as hell. Her big tits, pretty green eyes and slutty personality more than made up for her slightly sloppy body and it looked to him like she gave good head too. She'd made several suggestive comments to him on the dance floor at the club and she had even grabbed his cock while they danced. He had been with several married white women with jungle fever and he knew the symptoms well.
Derek closed his eyes and an expression of bliss danced on his full lips. His fingers ran through Trisha's tangled blonde hair and he guided her pace as he breathed deep and steady. Soft mews slipped from her lips and it was clear to him that not only was she good at sucking dick, she loved doing it.
Trisha sucked and slurped noisily on Derek's big delicious cock for several long minutes. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin. She felt dirty and wicked sucking Derek's cock while Tony slept close by. Her pussy was soaking wet and she reached down between her thick thighs, hiked her skirt up and moved her tiny black thong to the side so she could rub her hard, needy clit.