Dark Hunger

Amy wanted him to know that his advances were welcome but she didn’t want to appear too eager. She was trying to reconcile in her mind that thirty years of being faithful to her husband were about to erased in an impetuous act of lust. She tossed her hair back, thrust out her chest, and licked her lips. It had been a long time since she’d seduced anyone other than her husband so she wondered if she was doing it the right way. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was already tingling with excitement. Amy couldn’t remember the last time she had been so turned on, so driven by pure, animalistic intentions. 

Akil, fully cognizant of the telltale signs of her arousal, said, “I’m in med school, I don’t get many chances for sexual release because I’m always in the books. Are you sure you want this because it might be a little more than you can handle? With that, he took Amy’s hand and put it on his growing erection. Amy’s eyes widened, thinking of what it would be like to have it inside her and reflected momentarily if she would become a “slut for black cock” like she had seen so many white women profess themselves to be on the internet. She responded by moving her hand to his belt and unbuckling it. 

Akil grabbed her hand and said, “Slow down, it’s not often that I get a chance to fuck a hot milf, especially a white one, so I’m going to make sure you and I both remember this. You sure you’re okay with this?”

Amy nodded frantically. There was no turning back. She rationalized that the stars had created the events of the day in such a way that this was her right, her duty to strike out with a statement of racial equality like this. “Do me,” was all she could say.

Akil took Amy’s legs and spread them wide. He took his hand and rubbed it against the crotch of her pants, feeling the heat emanating from her core. Amy responded by rubbing herself against his hand like a stripper half her age would do. She placed her elbows against the bar and leaned back to give him better access. She wished he would just rip her clothes off and take her like an animal. She could sense that Akil was far from an animal, he was in control of the situation, overpowering her with his sophistication and natural ease. 

He carefully undid the buttons on her blouse as she watched in amazement. He slid the sleeves of her shirt down her arms and tossed it on the floor. Her breathing grew heavier. Next, he undid her pants and discarded them with ease as well. She was before him in her sensible bra and panties. She was feeling like the grandmother that she was, nervous that she wasn’t attractive in her semi nude state. 

“Turn around,” Akil whispered. She followed his orders without hesitation and he removed her bra. He reached around her and began to fondle her breasts sensuously. Amy was in a trance, looking at the contrast of skin color as he pulled at her nipples and played rather roughly with her tits. She loved every second of the sensation, rubbing her ass on him to make sure he knew she was enjoying every second of his attention. Her husband would never have made her feel like this. Having sex with her husband wasn’t erotic, it was routine. This was living on the edge. Akil grabbed her by the hips and pulled her panties down to her thighs. He pushed her body forward, so her upper body was lying against the leather padding of the bar stool. He took his strong fingers and inserted them in her wet cunt. Amy let out a loud moan. She reached around and held the cheeks of her ass wide open, giving Akil the view and the access he needed to finger her sopping wet pussy. 

“You like that?” 

“Amy started spewing obscenities like the women in the porno’s would do. “Finger that white pussy; get it ready for your black cock. Make me cum like the slut I need to be.” 

Akil withdrew his fingers and Amy cried out like a wounded animal, panting, begging and screaming for him to finger fuck her some more. 

“Relax,” the calmness that he had and the power he had over her made her that much more aroused, punctuating the sexual tension in the air.

Here she was, married, tipsy, naked in front of a fully dressed black man, and bent over with her ass in the air like she needed to be fucked by whoever came along. Amy wished she was being watched. She wanted someone to see her in her predicament; she wanted men to jerk off looking at her being intimate for this young black man. Her words were coming in incoherent babble. Every sentence was punctuated with something to do with black cock and white pussy. Akil started spanking her lightly, well, not so lightly but not enough to leave marks that her hubby would question either. Amy started chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, oh yes,” and fingering her own pussy, desperate to get to the fucking part.

Akil pulled Amy up by the hair and forced her to her knees. She knelt submissively, looking up at him waiting for him to give her instructions. He pulled his zipper down and reached in his pants to pull out his cock. Amy’s mouth watered, anxious to taste it. Akil took his dick and rubbed it over her face, smearing precum on her lips. Amy licked it like a kitten licking milk. She grabbed his cock in her hands and stared in disbelief at the contrast. The diamonds in her wedding ring shone in dimly lit room and made her pussy gush even more knowing she was being so naughty. She wrapped both of her hands around his cock and started stroking it. Akil began fucking her hands like it was a pussy, thrusting back and forth, getting the tip even wetter with precum. 

Amy couldn’t wait anymore; she had to have that cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes and went for it. She could barely get her mouth around the head. She had to use her mouth and hands together to get it wet and suck it and stroke it at the same time. She was like a crazed woman, starved for black cock. She licked and sucked and tried her best to deep throat it but there was no way she could. Akil pushed her head down and made her lick his balls and she took to the task like a pro. Sufficiently satisfied that she was hungry for cock, he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. The way Amy was sucking it; one would have thought she needed black dick to live. 

Akil, noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Outside the front door were spectators. One of his regular customers, an attorney who often worked late, was watching the entire thing and next to him was a black homeless man that often came around at closing to get some food. The two were both stroking themselves through their pants and having some sort of conversation. Akil tapped Amy on the shoulder to alert her of the spectators and she looked up from her cocksucking responsibilities and went back to her job with even more renewed enthusiasm. She began fingering her pussy and pulling her nipples while she was sucking, licking and blowing the ebony meat in her mouth. 

Akil grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the bar. She braced herself for the fucking she was about to get. He took aim with his hard cock and rammed it in her in one stroke. He rammed all he could get inside her that is. Amy cried out, in pleasure and in pain. She turned her head so that she could see the men watching her. She made sure that they could read her lips as she said, “fuck me” over and over again. Akil grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in her wet cunt over and over again. He pulled her tits and slapped her ass, no longer caring if her husband saw evidence of the nasty fuck he was giving his wife. 

“Make me a slut for black cock, Akil. Make me never want white cock again.” Amy was surprised by the words coming out of her own mouth. It was as if she was releasing some long held inhibitions and beliefs that she had never wanted to acknowledge before. Akil was taking out his frustrations on med school, reveling in his exhibitionism, and even getting off on the fact that he was fucking a married white woman.

“Oh shit, I’m going to cum,” he said. 

“Noooooooooo,” Amy called out, please not yet, there’s one more thing I need you to do. Akil slowed his pace and tried to concentrate on molecular biology to hold off his ejaculation. Amy looked back and took her finger and placed it in her mouth. She sucked it seductively and put it to her ass. She pushed her finger in and winced. “I only give this to my husband on very special occasions. I want to give it to you tonight. I want your black cum dripping out of my asshole so I can feel like I really belong to you. Fuck my white ass please.”

Akil grabbed his dick and squeezed it tight to keep from being too aroused. He knelt behind Amy and put his tongue to her puckered hole. He tongue fucked her asshole and got it lubricated with his spit. Amy was moaning, practically screaming about how good it felt. Akil took one finger and put it in her ass. It felt like her asshole was going to cut off the circulation in his finger, there was no way he could fit his dick in there. Amy went into sexual overdrive. She was fucking his finger like crazy, begging for another finger, for black cock “back there.”

Akil spit on her asshole and stuck two fingers in her ass. Amy was grunting and groaning like an animal. “Do it, do it. It feels so nasty, it feels so good.” 

Still wet from her pussy and the precum he was practically leaking on the floor, Akil took the head of his cock and took aim at her tiny pink asshole. He didn’t want to hurt her so he let her control the penetration. Amy was not to be denied. She had her fingers in her pussy, fucking herself like mad and she was backing up on that cock until the head was firmly planted in her backside. Her hair was wet with perspiration and she was breathing erratically. She began a gentle motion of rocking back and forth, and working more and more of that magnificent black cock in her asshole. 

Out of concern, Akil asked, “Are you okay,” and she responded by saying ‘fuck me, fuck me” over and over again. 

“You want this black dick, I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to cum so deep in your ass, you’ll be shitting my cum for a week. Is that what you want?” 

“Stop talking and just do it.” Amy was pissed, horny and crazed.

Akil grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her. He fucked her hard, without regard for her safety. He pumped his long black cock in and out of her bowels relentlessly. His balls were slapping her wet pussy and he was long stroking her. Every time he would pull out to the head, Amy would cry and scream for him to put it back in deeper. There were red marks on her skin where his hands were gripping her so tightly. He glanced over at the windows and saw the two men had taken their cocks out on the street and were trying to discretely stroke them without drawing too much attention to themselves. 

He couldn’t hold back any more. He felt the cum boil up from his nuts. He fucked her long and hard, he fucked her deep. Amy was cumming from getting fucked in her ass and the convulsions of her muscles were milking the cum out of Akil’s dick. Akil screamed out as he felt the walls of her ass coated with his thick seed. 

Exhausted, he fell back against one of the barstools and tried to catch his breath. The men watching left evidence of their participation on the window as they parted ways in silence. 

Amy felt more alive than she had in years. While Akil made efforts to clean up, Amy reached for her cell phone. “Yes, I know what time it is. Yes, I’m fine, relax. I’m sorry . . . I’m sorry . . .” She slid her panties on as she spoke to him. “Honey, when I get home, I want to watch one of those movies you have hidden in the family room. . . Yeah, one of the interracial ones. And I have something to tell you that I think you might like to hear. If you’re lucky, you might get a special treat as well.”