Blac Maled

Black Maled Ch 2

Summer was in panic-mode as she and her husband Topher met the new next door neighbours, Bryce and Terra. Even though it was long ago, she immediately recognized the black man she used to give lap dances to at the strip club she worked at before she married Topher. All the memories of grinding his lap, sucking and fucking his huge cock and letting him cum inside of her came flooding back.

Summer sat on the cold tile floor of the bathroom. As panicked as she was, her panties were soaked. She was sure he had recognized her as well.

Topher knocked on the door. "Summer? Honey, are you okay?"

"Yeah..." Summer managed. "I'm fine. I just needed..."

"You sure? Can I help or get you something?" Topher added.

"No..."

It took a few minutes for Summer to recover enough from the shock of her past re-emerging. She went to the bedroom to change and found her pussy was engorged and demanded attention. It didn't take much.

At dinner, she had calmed down sufficiently although didn't have much of an appetite. The wine certainly helped a lot. Their conversation was muted but then Topher brought up the topic. "They seem like a nice couple. But you know what I found out? Topher is a lawyer. Guess where. G-G-G!"

G-G-G was Glass, Gless, Gloss the corporation where Topher worked.

"What?" Summer asked unbelieving. "He's working at the same company as you?"

"Yes! Isn't that great!" Topher said excitedly. "Hey, maybe we can even car pool together. I wouldn't mind riding in that BMW SUV."

Later that evening... "Ding-dong!"

Topher opened the door and was surprised to see his new neighbours. "Oh Terra! Bryce!"

"I hope we're not intruding. We needed a break and thought since you both were so nice to greet us, we'd thank you with this bottle of wine!" Bryce said.

"Kind of a reverse welcome wagon!" Terra added.

"Toph! Who's at the..." Summer stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Bryce in the doorway. He looked at her with hungry eyes. Summer's eyes dropped to his crotch and saw the outline of his sausage in his tight pants.

"Come in. Sit down!" Topher pointed towards the chesterfield in the living room. "Or it's a nice night and we can sit out back!"

Summer and Terra brought out some glasses to drink from but the boys had something else. Bryce produced another bottle. "Topher. You don't strike me as a wine guy. So I brought over a bottle of Japanese scotch. It's called Nikka Whiskey from the Barrel. I think you'll enjoy it."

Truthfully, Topher wasn't much of a drinker. Maybe the odd glass of wine or a vodka tonic but that was about it and only usually one. Bryce brought out a couple of crystal whiskey tulip glasses and poured out a few measures. "Cheers or Kampai!"

Topher took a sip and found it surprisingly sweet and pleasantly floral, not the rot-gut he had tried before. The four of them sat in a circle. Bryce was seated on a two-seater with Terra on his right. Topher on Bryce's left and Summer sat facing the new neighbours. Bryce made sure to keep Topher's glass unemptied and Topher not wanting to offend Bryce consumed the liquor. This did not go unnoticed by Summer even with her ongoing conversation with Terra.

"Well, it's getting a bit late and we still have some unpacking to do tomorrow." Terra announced. "It's has been a lovely evening. I hope we can do this again!"

"Yesh!" Topher slurred as he waivered in his chair. He raised his empty glass and shouted. "Again!"

"Oh. I'm sorry. Topher isn't much of a drinker." Summer apologized on her husband's behalf.

"Oh. No need to apologize." Terra smiled warmly. "Are you going to be okay with him? Bryce. Help Summer getting him into the house. I be at the house."

"Thanks." Summer said in a concerned voice. As light as Topher was, there was no way for Summer to carry him into the house. "I was just going to let him sleep it off there."

"No problem." Bryce smiled as he easily lifted Topher up. "Where do you want him?"

"Well, just leave him on the couch in the living room." Summer answered not wanting to share a bed with her drunk husband.

As Bryce carried him in, Summer brought in the things from outside into the kitchen. Suddenly, two arms surrounded her. The dark skin told her it was Bryce. "Bryce! I'm no longer that girl you knew way back then."

"I'm flattered you recognized and remembered me." Bryce said without releasing his hold. "Does Topher know about your past? I'm thinking no."

"No. Please don't tell him about us." Summer plead. "I love him very much and it would kill him."

"Well then..." Bruce turned Summer around and placed a hand atop her head.

"No! Please! Topher's in the living room." Summer begged knowing what Bryce wanted her to do.

Bryce gave her a stern look. He cradled her throat gently but said nothing. Suddenly, a feeling came over Summer. She couldn't resist anymore and started to bend her knees to squat before him. She reached up and undid his pants; letting them drop to the floor. Bryce's cock was already engorged and barely contained inside his tented boxers. Summer pulled them down. Bryce's massive meat smacked her face.

The sight of Bryce's cock flooded her memory of their time in the back of the strip club. The time where she straddled his lap, allowed him to penetrate her and then filled her unprotected womb with his thick cream. He made her cum so many times.

She opened her mouth wide to accommodate the girth of his knob and then allowed him to slide it in. It seemed even bigger than before. She managed only four of his eight inches before she had to pull back. She hadn't had anything this big since her marriage to her husband. With half of his shaft glistening with her saliva, she looked up at Bryce smirking down at her. "Been a while, hasn't it? Seems you're a bit out of practice!"

Challenged, Summer opened her mouth and took him in again. She held his muscular ass and pulled him toward her. She managed a couple more inches. She wanted it all but he was right, with Topher's much smaller equipment, she was out of practice. She tried to take him all in but started to choke.

Bryce slowly fucked her face. Summer bobbed her head in rhythm of his thrusts. Her panties were soaked. Her pussy ached. She wanted him inside her like in her younger days.

Bryce's cell rang. He held Summer's head and continued his pumping. "Oh, hi Terra... Yeah everything is okay... No, no... Yeah, I'm just coming!"

Suddenly there was an explosion of hot cream as Bryce released his load. Surprised, Summer could not swallow fast enough and her cheeks bulged out to try and accommodate. But Bryce's balls were full and more gushed out. It was more than Summer could hold and the overflow started to spew out her sealed lips and out her nose. Reluctantly, she had to pull back. Bryce wasn't finished and four or five more ropes of cum splashed onto her face and chest.

Summer drank down whatever she could and then licked Bryce's cock clean. He pulled up his pants, patted her on the head and left for home. "Terra's waiting for me to fuck her."

Summer was left kneeling on the cool tile floor. Her face dripped of Bryce's DNA evidence he left. She saw Topher zombie out on the couch where they plopped him. Disgusted by her husband, she went to bed not even clean herself up. She grabbed her big, black dildo and plunged it into her hot hole. She loved how it stretched her open. On her knees, she pretended she was atop Bryce with his hard cock inside of her. She raised and lowered her perfect bum as the dildo fucked her cunt. She pinched her nipples hard as she fingered her engorged clit. "Oh yes, Bryce! Fuck me! Fuck me! You're making me C...U...M...Mmmm!"

Summer sat down on her pretend lover as it penetrated her fully. She came and came and came until exhausted, she collapsed on the mattress. Satisfied, she allowed herself to drift off.

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Summer rolled over and looked at the clock: 2:45AM. Her lover had slipped from her hole. Its gentile throb reminded her of the evening and made her smile. She put her friend away and got up to go pee. Topher had shifted but was still flaked out on the couch. Disappointed, she sat down and let go a yellow stream.

The warm, morning Sun streaming into the bedroom. Summer awoke panting slightly. A warm, wet feeling between her legs. She looked down to see the top of Topher's head; his tongue lapped deep inside of her. She relaxed to enjoy his efforts and thought. "If it's the one thing he can do, it's fucking eat my pussy."

She was almost there when Topher decided to crawl up between her thighs and stick her with his less than satisfactory, skinny, five-inch hard-on. Still gaped from her "friend", Summer barely felt him inside. She tried to clinch her walls but as she did, Topher spurted his cum inside.

Disappointed and frustrated once more or maybe it was slight guilt, Summer pretended Topher was a great lover and had given her what she needed. His usual volume of cum was much less than normal but Topher looked spent.

An oblivious Topher got dressed and left for work. Summer showered and washed off any dried cum from both Topher and Bryce. She did her make-up, subtle but sexy. Her lips painted a pink rose. The colour of her bra and panties matched her lipstick. She loved how the underwire bra supported her firm double-D breasts and how the lacy cups allowed her hard nips to poke through. The straps were made from pink satin and there was a pink rose where the two cups met. The teeny, bikini panties had a lacy, mesh front like the bra cups with the backs made from the same pink satin. There was a similar pink rose that marked the fronts.

While it was warm outside, the air-con in the house made it feel cool. Summer hooked her pink garter belt around her hips and slipped her legs into some new, pink seamed RHT Cuban heel stockings. She clipped each of the eight straps to the wide welts of her stockings. After making sure the seams were straight, Summer pulled on a tight knit, white dress. The hem came to mid-thigh; ling enough to hide her welts and clips. The Vee cut top was deep enough to show her substantial cleavage.

Summer stepped into a pair of heels. She love stilettos. These mules had four and a half inch of needle thin, steel shafts with open toes. She checked herself in the mirror and like what she saw.

"Knock! Knock!"

"Who can that be?" Summer ask rhetorically. She went to the front door and was taken aback to see Bryce smiling at her. "Br...Bryce!"

"Good morning, Summer." Bryce handed her a latte and without an invitation, stepped inside. "Terra had to go on an emergency run to see her mother. Apparently, she slipped and fell. She okay, but Terra is such a worry-wort."

"Oh!" Responded Summer. She noted how he was dressed in a tight tee shirt that showed off his physique and loose fitting shorts that displayed a slight bulge. She felt a twinge inside of her panties. "Um... Don't you have work too? Topher has already left for work."

"I don't start until next week." Bryce grinned. "They are letting me move in and settle a bit before I start. I thought we'd get reacquainted a bit before then."

Summer's breath started to get a little raspy and rapid. She sensed her pussy was getting damp. She thought to herself. "Fuck! He gets me so wet!"

They moved to the back deck. The warm Sun felt good even with all the clothes she had on. Bryce sat opposite to her. With his knees parted, Summer could see he wasn't wearing any underwear. His dick fully visible to her.

Bryce spoke first. "Wow! You're nicely dressed. Sorry are you going somewhere did I interrupt you?"

"No, no! I like to dress like this. Topher likes it when I dress like this too. And I was feeling a bit flirty..." Summer answered coyly and then added in her thought. "...especially after last evening!"

Summer tried not to eye up Bryce's shorts. It seemed to be getting more and more firm as his knob started to peek out like an anaconda looking for its next meal. Heat started to build between her own legs. Summer shifted. Her hem rose higher and she let her knees part a little bit. When her legs parted a bit more, Bryce could see her stocking tops and pretty pink panties she wore. An imperceptible smirk broke grew across his lips. The little bit of Spanish Fly he had spiked into her coffee was having its desired effect. It was the same drug he used in the wine from last night. He got through an Asian drug doctor and knew it would make her easily compliant as it did with Terra. It only made him harder.

Summer was overtly staring at Bryce's member now extending out. His shorts stopped it from standing straight up. Summer licked her lips and moved from her seat and knelt the deck before him. She didn't care that the rough wood might ruin her brand new stockings as she reached for his shaft. Her hand barely able to wrap around the girth, she pulled all of it out from its cover. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from his pee hole. Summer giggled before licking it up. "Mmmm.... As delicious as it was back in the club."

Summer enclosed her mouth over his knob as she stroked his shaft and used her thumb to push up more pre-cum to bathe her tongue. She took in more and more of Bryce's meat. Better than last evening, she managed to get almost all of him down her throat before she choked and had to pull off.

Summer grabbed the waistband of his shorts. Bryce lifted his muscular butt so she could pull them down. She rose to her feet and raised her hem to her hips. Bryce appreciated her stockings and garters although the deck had laddered her stockings. Summer straddled his lap and rubbed her pussy against his undershaft with her wet panties as the only protection. She needed to feel him inside and pulled them aside so he could slide his massive cock into her well-lubed cunt. She shuddered as she came.

Bryce pulled the rest of her dress over her head. Summer dressed only in her lingerie, rocked back and forth, just enjoying the sensation. "Oh fuck, Bryce! It feels so good to have a big cock... your big cock inside of me again! I didn't realize how much I've missed it!"

Bryce cradled her ass and lifted her up. He easily carried her inside up the stairs and into hers and Topher's bedroom. Still inside, he laid her on the bed. She wrapped her legs around him and interlocked her ankle to prevent his escape; not that he was planning to go anywhere anyways.

Bryce gently started to thrush his hips into Summer. Summer still in heels, used her stilettos to spur his ass and make him fuck her harder. Bryce pulled almost out before slamming his hips into Summer. Each time he did so, Summer's mouth opened wide and let out a loud moan. "Oh yes! Bryce! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Bryce lifted her legs over his shoulders and continued to plow into her. He held her wrists as he pressed his weight forward. Summer loved being pinned this way. The position made her pussy tighten so she could feel the girth of his cock. "Fuck yes! I'm cum...m...m...! Aaiiieee! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Summer's pussy pulled at Bryce's cock. The unexpected milking drew the cum from his balls. The huge rope of cum filled her belly. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!"

Exhausted, with cum pouring from her gaping fuck hole, Summer laid eyes closed and spread eagle on the bed. When she did manage to regain some sense and open her eyes, she panicked at Bryce was taking a video of her. She tried to cover up but too late.

"Just a bit of insurance!"