Lulu "Blacked" 02
By pluseΒ©
Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.
Again, a big "Thank you" to Kenjisato for his fine and very helpful editing.
This story is about non-consensual and interracial sex. Among other things, a Black
man has sex with a White woman. If you don't like this kind of story, please read
another one.
Comments on this sequel are welcome.
However, it is advisable to first read the first part of the story (Lulu "Blacked 01"), in which itis described how this situation came about, and in which the characters are introduced in more detail.
Round 2
Dominated by the Black bull.
So, that first round hadn't been bad sex. Three orgasms for my beautiful lover, Lucie;
lots of fun in her lovebox for Harry, the big African, and for me, Paul, (now cuckold-
Paul), who was horny as rarely from watching, so really not a bad afternoon up to now.
The three of us relaxed a little after this round, drank a glass of sparkling wine, and
made some small talk. Of course, we talked about what we had just experienced--
each of us confirmed that he really liked it.
But Lulu was also curious about something else.
"Tell me, Harry, you said that you have already fucked some white women here in
Germany. Is the sex different than with the dark-skinned girls in your home country, Ghana?"
Harry laughed, showing his white teeth. "Well, conquering a married, white pussy is
always something special. Otherwise, sometimes yes, sometimes no," he replied.
Lulu wanted to know exactly. "Out with the language, what is different about 'sometimes no'?"
Harry pressed around a bit. "Well, hhmm, well, some girls loved playing the recalcitrant.
They did not want to be convinced by smart words, but by deeds. Then I had to bring
solid arguments into play, sometimes it was quite a thing."
"Does that mean you used force?" asked Lulu, shocked.
"Well, sometimes a little bit. But only if it was desired because some women
consciously, as they put it, wanted it that way, it gave them a kick. Because when I had 'convinced' them, they were so hot, that they couldn't get their cans stuffed fast enough."
"So, you have them, um, so you actually have them...?" Lulu swallowed.
"Yes, I did," Harry admitted with a grin, without elaborating.
"Oooh," Lucie breathed, who now had her dress back on and leaned back.
She looked first at Harry, then at me; at first, doubtful, then slightly mischievous.
Around her beautiful full mouth played a somehow-wanton, knowing smile. I sensed that something was going on in her head, with her shoulder-length, now-slightly disheveled, dark brown hair.
Apparently, an idea had come to her. However, she said nothing, but her big green
eyes remained cunning and mysterious.
But finally I asked, "Well, still fancy a little sequel? A second round?"
While Harry immediately enthusiastically agreed, Lulu's 'okay' came a little hesitantly.
"Well, let's test it," she murmured, barely intelligible.
"Come on," I said.
We took our glasses and went to the bedroom for the second round.
Lulu walked up the steps in front of us, still wearing her high heels, an extremely
attractive sight--well-built, with the right pounds in the right places. And since she
wasn't wearing anything under the very short dress, Harry and I enjoyed the prospect of her feminine treasures--her magnificent, naked ass and her shaved pussy were easy to spot.
For Harry and me, as we were still naked, it had an effect. Our cocks reacted, woke up, and got into a fuck mood. Especially Harry, he already had a formidable erection again.
His member was bigger and thicker than mine; when choosing our playmate, I had paid special attention to this because I wanted Lulu's white pussy to be made happy by a real fat, black piece of meat.
Muscular, athletic, and a very dark-skinned Harry, the Ghanaian, huffed, his breath was clearly audible, but not from climbing stairs. Apparently, he couldn't wait for the moment to take another go on Lulu.
Arriving in the bedroom, Lulu made another provocative hip swing.
Harry took this as an invitation to grab her under the dress immediately. She felt one hand on her ass and the other directly on her plum.
Lulu deftly wriggled out of the embrace, looked at him challengingly, and said, "Stop, Harry. Not so fast. It's not your turn now. First of all, I just want to spoil Paul."
Harry was puzzled. He looked a little angry because his dick had found Lulu's sensual love fig extremely willing, wet, and lustful during the first course, yet here, pleasantly unfriendly.
He protested. "Oh, no. Today, you are my temporary wife. You belong to me
today; you must fulfill your 'marital duties' to me. You must obey me; it was agreed.
That's right, Paul, isn't it?"
I nodded. "Yes, Lulu, he determines today. He can take you today when and how he
wants."
I wanted to watch how the little white woman would become a mare again, who was
mounted by the black stallion.
Lulu was outraged. Or more correctly, she acted indignantly. I knew her well enough to notice that she was acting -- I saw the devilry in her eyes. Apparently, she had
somehow liked Harry's description of the 'The Taming of the Shrew'; she probably
wanted to test it, to see what would happen.
She provoked him, shouted at him, "There is no way I will obey you, you nigger. No, I
don't want to be with you now, I will be faithful to Paul, go away, get out!"
Of course, Harry had been tricked by this, and fell for it; Lulu was a good actor.
He was angry. "I don't care what you want. You can cry as much as you want. Today, I 'take care' of you, you are due," he said imperiously, grabbing her arms.