Big Coc Cravings

"So when are you going to let me cream in your coffee again?" a voice whispered in Scarlett's ear.

Scarlett turned abruptly to find Mark grinning back at her. "At what point do you think it will be possible for me to stand in line at Starbucks without you harassing me?" Scarlett snapped.

"Can't a man get a second date?" Mark said playfully.

Scarlett stared at him through narrowed eyes. She had made it a rule to never date someone in her office. She had made an exception for Mark because he worked for a different company in the same building. He was attractive and successful so she gave him a chance. The date went great! Mark was a little handsy, but Scarlett was flattered by it. She liked an aggressive man. In fact she preferred an aggressive man. For most of her early youth she had exclusively dated men that had girlfriends. She enjoyed being the affair, the girl men snuck away to, the girl that they would rather be with. She loved when a man had limited time and just wanted to ravage her.

She needed that aggression in order to feel desired. Scarlett wasn't unattractive by any means. She was gorgeous. At twenty-nine she had the body of a woman ten years younger than her. Her gym regiment made sure of that. Scarlett was the CTO of one of the fastest growing companies in town. She often worked twelve hour days and needed to stay healthy. While her friends were having children, she maintained a flat stomach with pride. Her lack of children also allowed her to have the perky C cups that made men's heads turn. If they weren't looking at her breasts they were looking at her slim round butt that stretched every skirt she put on. Scarlett spent a lot of money on her hair and makeup to make sure her light brunette hair and gently tanned skin didn't show any signs of her stress. Admirers often said she looked like Lara Croft from the old video games.

However, now that she was approaching thirty and all her friends were having their second child she felt the need to settle down. She doubled down on the gym and forced herself to focus on long term relationships. That was ten months ago. The start of the driest spell she had ever experienced! She had blown a couple of guys, but that didn't count. Her pussy ached for some dick! But not, just any. If Scarlett's multiple short term partners had taught her anything, it was that she was going to eventually get bored of a man if he didn't have an eight inch dick.

It was David's fault. He turned her out. She had led a normal life through her teenage years and into college. Then she met the man she hasn't stopped thinking about since! He wasn't very cute but he was dating one of the most popular girls in school. Scarlett saw this as a challenge and in no time seduced him into her bed. And what a surprise he had in store for her. His thick eight inch dick made her whole body shutter. She hadn't experienced an orgasm until his big cock pounded it out of her. David used to sneak out multiple times a day to fuck Scarlett. Sometimes she even tasted his girlfriend on his cock but that only added to the excitement. She would lie in her dorm room just waiting for him to come back to fuck her. He was all she thought about for the entire six weeks they had been together. She had dreams of them being together forever. Unfortunately those dreams were not shared by her lover. Two weeks before Scarlett's twenty-first birthday, David had told her that he had confessed to his girlfriend of his infidelities and that he wanted a fresh start to make it work. "But Baby, we could make it work!" Scarlett had pleaded with him.

"I'm sorry Babe, but you blew two of my fraternity brothers at a party last year and I know at least 3 other guys that have fucked you. You're not what I'm looking for in a girlfriend."

This turn of events had scarred her but she didn't know how deep at the time. She held her head high and rebounded that same night. However, she didn't know how difficult it would be to find another big dick like his. Now nearly ten years later, she still yearned for a big thick cock.

So when Mark groped her butt when he picked her up, she welcomed it. When he squeezed it again as they waited for a table, her pussy began to get moist. When he talked dirty to her over wine, her heart raced. When he reached between her legs and kissed her deeply as they drove to his place, her nipples got hard. However when she reached over to his lap as he drove, she was disappointed.

Mark was rock hard but only had five inches to offer! Her pussy dried up quick! They were on the way back to his place to fuck and she completely lost interest. The only way out that she could think of was to suck the load out of his dick so he wouldn't have the stamina for sex. She asked him to pull over into the backlot of a grocery store.

"Why?" he had asked, puzzled.

"Because I want to taste your cum." She said in her best sultry voice.

They had pulled over and Mark leaned his seat back to give her the room she needed. He unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear apart to reveal what now looked like a four inch rod. Scarlett looked at it sadly. She wasn't going to waste eight months of celibacy on this prick. She began sucking his dick while Mark fondled her breasts. She tried to get her hand on his cock to stroke him while she sucked so he would finish sooner but there wasn't any room. She felt like he was with a child. Gross.

In no time, he came. She swallowed to be polite. He then took her home.

Now here Mark was, two months later, begging her for sex in the coffee line. She couldn't take it anymore; she had to put a stop to this now. "Look Mark, I don't think you could handle me."

"Oh, I can handle you..." Mark began to say as he moved to put his hands on her hips.

Scarlett quickly grabbed his wrists and forced his hands off of her. "I'm being serious." Scarlett interrupted, "Thank you for the pleasant evening but I'm not interested."

"That's not what it seemed like to me?" Mark said puzzlingly.

"Your dick is too small." Scarlett said flatly, glaring at him. "Goodbye"

Just as the words came out of her mouth, a fat black man that was mopping the floor nearby spoke up. "Is everything alright over here mam?" He said as he got close to Mark, glaring at him.

"Yes, thank you." Scarlett composed herself and left the line to walk toward the elevator banks.

Scarlett stared at her computer screen blankly. She had zoned out again. If her eyes could burn a hole in the monitor they would. She was so aggravated. She didn't want to be a bitch to Mark. But he forced her hand. From the elevator, she had taken a direct path to her office. Her coworkers could sense her anger. Her face was cold, her attitude hostile. "Uuuugh" She wanted to scream!

These men were all the same! Their fancy cars, C suite jobs, $3,000 suits. For what? To impress her? She didn't need that, she had that! What she needed, she couldn't find. She was sick of looking! Scarlett yearned for a simpler way to tell if a guy would be wasting her time. She had heard of various apps where guys would send pics of their manhood. But She couldn't risk being seen on there. She was one of the top executives of a six hundred employee company. She had to attend galas and network with donors, she couldn't be seen on those apps.

What was she going to do? Scarlett thought. The more she thought about it, the more the loneliness set it. Then the depression, followed by the exhaustion. Her eyelids started to get heavy as she thought about her more recent sexual adventures. There was Adam from that microchip company. She thought about his thick six inch dick plowing her asshole 2 years ago during her vegas trip. She giggled thinking about how the company had paid for her to go to Vegas for a convention. Only for her to spend most of her trip in Adam's hotel room. He had a nice thick dick and big balls. He came so hard it splattered off of her body. She had fun that weekend. Unfortunately, she didn't even know his last name.

Then there was 'Lucky'. He was one of the guys she had blown during her dry spell. They had met three years ago at a cafe near her condo. He had a nine inch dick but it was too skinny. It didn't fill her up like David's did. However, his dick had a nice downward curve to it that made it nice for deep throating. They fucked when they first met but he was married with kids. He wasn't going to leave her. Hell, Scarlett didn't even know Lucky's real name. Now he just texts her every six months or so and she'll meet him in the cafe restroom and blow him. She liked the way Lucky's balls slapped against her chin as he slid his dick in and out of her throat. It made her feel skillful to be able to take all nine of his inches down to his root.

Scarlett jolted awake. She had dozed off. She looked down at her hard nipples pressing against her white blouse. God, was she turned on!

"That's it!" Scarlett nearly pronounced aloud. Enough of this dry spell. She was going to get some dick tonight. She decided she was going to go to the nightclub. She would leave straight from work, otherwise she knew if she went home, her better judgement would prevail.

Scarlett brought up the website for a store nearby for some clothing she could buy to change into.

At the club, reality hit her and she felt alone again. Here she was in a skimpy skirt, blouse, and heels, looking desperate. Alone. No friends, no date, by herself. This was a bad idea, she thought. "What was I thinking"

She began to survey the men in the room. Your typical club goers. Groups of young men trying to talk to even younger women. The place she had chosen was swanky, not the typical loud party atmosphere, more of a wine bar with a dance floor. Thankfully the music was just loud enough that you could still have a conversation with the person you were standing next to. As Scarlett looked around the room she suddenly felt old. The men her age and older had their eyes set on much younger women than herself. As her gaze passed over the people sitting at the bar, an old man met her gaze. He lifted his glass to her and mouthed the word, "cheers."

Scarlett cringed. Somehow she didn't think the guy that looked like Alex Trebec could keep up with her. Then she found him! A tall muscular man standing in the corner by himself holding a beer. He was black, a deep shade of it. Scarlett had always heard the old wives tale about black men and their endowment but she had never experienced it for herself. In college, her and her friends always referred to laying with a black man as slumming. But this gentleman didn't seem like he came from the slums. He wore tailored suit pants and a buttoned down white shirt. The top two buttons were unbuttoned exposing his solid chest. On his wrist he had what appeared to be a Breitling watch. He was very well groomed. She quickly fantasized about wrapping her legs around his waist and holding his muscular back as he pounded her pussy with his big dick. His balls slapping off of her asshole.

She was beginning to get wet only thinking about the man when the old guy from the bar walked up and began talking to her. She couldn't hear what he was saying and didn't want to know either. Scarlett could have politely stepped closer to hear him but she had a feeling that he would take it the wrong way. The guy just oozed creep. Besides, she was busy trying to catch the dark gentleman's eye. To no avail. He was steadily gazing at a short stout Latina woman on the dance floor. She had a big but that practically looked fake. His gaze didn't falter from her ass.

If Scarlett was going to get noticed, she would have to go on the attack. She walked drinkless over to the gentleman, leaving the creepy guy standing there dumbfounded. As she approached, the black man finally looked in her direction, looking her up and down. When she finally closed the gap, she made sure to stand within his personal space. She looked up at him and said, "How are you doing tonight?"

"Fine, thank you." He said flatly, going back to look at the Spanish woman.

"Is that a Breitling?"

He didn't respond. Awkward. Suddenly Scarlett felt like the creepy guy she just left.

She reached out and lightly touched his wrist, breaking the contact barrier. "I said, your watch? Is it a Breightling? It fits your style well."

He looked at her sheepishly, "Thanks!" Followed by a shy "my wife got it for me."

He said the magic words! Not only did this man have a potentially large cock to fill her pussy with, he was married! He could sneak away and shower her with his lust and desire. She would swallow his cum in parking lots and take his seed in her ass in the woods. Whatever it took to keep this hung man in her life! As fantasies were racing in her head, she couldn't help herself, Scarlett reached between his legs and grabbed a handful of his bulge. "Do you want to cum inside me tonight?" she said excitedly.

"Woaw, what are you doing?! I said I was married!" The man shouted as he backed away from her hand in a panicky movement! His shout had caused a scene, people were looking. They didn't hear what he had said, but they were definitely looking! Scarlett quickly retracted her hand, embarrassed. The man looked in astonishment at her, like she was a crazy woman. From the quick feel she had of his bulge, she knew he was packing. Could she save the situation?

Scarlett was embarrassed to suddenly be the center of attention and ashamed that her fantasies had elicited the behavior she had displayed. She felt like she had to leave. But his dick?

As she recovered herself and thought of her next move, the Latina woman came off of the dance floor and walked up to the black gentleman. "What's the matter honey, are you ok?" she said, rubbing his chest and leaning in for a kiss.

"I'm fine, that woman over there wasn't taking no for an answer" he said, motioning in her direction.

Scarlett wondered if she could melt into the floor like the Wicked Witch of the West. The Latina woman started in Scarlett's direction. "Bitch, you better find your own man!" she said sassily.

Scarlett quickly turned and started heading for the exit. Getting into a fight at a club wouldn't look good on her resume. Let alone the fact that she had never been in a fight before. As she strutted to the door, she could hear the man's wife mouthing off behind her.

"Let me give you a ride home?" said the creepy guy as he moved to block her path. She shoved him out of the way, disgusted. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her ass as she pushed the exit doors open.

"The valet quit ten minutes ago, you'll have to retrieve your car yourself. Sorry for the inconvenience." The door man said as he exchanged Scarlett's keys for her valet ticket.

Scarlett was pointed toward a dark row of cars alongside the building across the street. She crossed the street and walked to the side of the building. A long line of cars lay in front of her, all parked to the left. A chain link fence bordered the right side with about twenty feet of clearance to maneuver your car out of its spot. The first car in the procession was a lavish Ferrari followed by a Porsche SUV. "If they arranged cars by value, mine should be somewhere near the front," she thought as she searched for her Mercedes sedan.

Her heels clicked loudly as she walked further from the club exit. She suddenly felt alone with only the bass drum of the pop music to accompany her. Scarlett was again reminded of her loneliness. Her failure to find a partner at one of the most popular spots in town. What was wrong with her, she thought. She started to get lost in her head as she walked past car after car. She had passed a dozen cars with no sign of hers.

As her heels clicked along on the pavement, she noticed a man in the shadows standing near the front of a parked large SUV. "He's probably urinating," she thought.

As she got closer though she could see his size. He had abnormally broad shoulders. A bulging chest and thin waist made the dark colored tank top he was wearing seem childlike. He was tall, over six feet, an extremely fit man. He was facing away hunched over a little. Almost like he was receiving head. Her mind ventured slightly as she thought about how big a man like that's cock must be? Lucky girl, she thought.

What Scarlett didn't notice was that as she passed the SUV, the large man had quickly turned around and started pursuing her. As he turned the corner around the rear of the SUV he was only steps away from her. He closed the gap quickly, grabbed her by both sides of her torso, picked her off the ground and threw her down between the next two parked cars.

Scarlett landed with a loud thud. The wind knocked out of her. She lay on her stomach, quickly bringing her left knee to the side and she started to compress into the fetal position, gasping for air that wasn't filling her lungs. Before she could get her other knee up under her, Scarlett's attacker was on top of her, pinning her down! The sheer weight of the man was enough to severely restrict her movements. He quickly grabbed and covered her mouth. "Don't you scream bitch!" her attacker whispered through clenched teeth.

Scarlett was only now catching her breath from the initial throw, screaming was not a thought in her mind yet. As he stabilized himself atop of her, she could feel her right wrist bent in an awkward position, trapped underneath her abdomen. Her left arm was pinned to the concrete beneath his left armpit and bicep. He had shifted his weight to his left side as he pulled his erect penis from his sweats. Scarlett thought her left arm was going to break under the pressure! She used the opportunity to try and free her right hand from under her body. It was badly scraping against the pavement as she tried to slide it free from their combined weight and her purse strap. All she could think about was the pain shooting through her body from the initial landing and her limbs feeling like they were going to snap. She didn't realize that her attacker had already hiked her skirt up and tugged her panties down around her lower thighs.

Scarlett's right shoulder felt like it was going to dislocate as she freed her hand from under her body only to have it get caught up in her purse strap. She could feel the coldness of the pavement against her bare cleavage as he plunged his manhood into her exposed cunt. Scarlett briefly forgot about her entangled wrist as it dawned on her what was happening. His initial thrust sent a surge of pressure to her head. Her initial reflexes to free herself quickly changed into her body unwillingly shutting down on her. It felt like her ears were ringing, time slowed to a crawl. She no longer felt the pain in her limbs, her whole body was numb. She felt like she was losing consciousness, almost like she was in a dream state. She didn't recognize this feeling. Didn't like this feeling.

It felt like she was underwater. Everything was slowing down. The only thing she could focus on was the thrusting of the cock inside of her. The thumping in her body. Every stroke seemed like a long one. "Did I just wonder how big this man's dick was?!" she thought horrified.

She hadn't seen his dick, but she knew her pussy walls were stretched further than they have ever been. "You like that slut?" Her attacker asked as he fucked her.

It was then that Scarlett realized she wasn't struggling. She had completely zoned out. Forgetting about the world around her. How can she let this happen to her? Was he right? "No!" she shouted through his vise grip on her mouth.

Her attacker pulled her head back with his massive arms and commanded her, "You shut up and take this dick!"

That slight pull back of her body allowed her to free her wrist from her purse strap. She snaked it around in front of her to a more comfortable position. He put his body weight back down, pinning her to the pavement. With his left hand over her mouth, he used his right hand to reach under her and grab the inner collar of her blouse, sinking the tips of his fingers between her bra and breast. He yanked down and away, ripping her shirt open, destroying the clasp on her bra to expose her ample breasts. He then twisted his hips to straddle her torso with his legs. He reached back up with his right hand and groped her firm tit. He then began to fuck her harder.