TITLE    : Between the Lines Pt. 02
STORYID  : between-the-lines-pt-02
SUMMARY  : The writer turns the page from the past to the present.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-06-02
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating|bbc|fiction|asian woman|white woman|black man|doctor|hospital|lust|


-Inspiration Strikes-

Lynn sat on the side of the bed, her lightly bronzed legs slightly flexed, her calves firm, her heels arched as her toes dug into the carpet. She ran her hand smoothly up and down them, the soft scented lotion leaving her skin glistening and beautiful in the low light of her bedside table.

"Have you been feeling okay lately, Sam? You seem kind of withdrawn." Lynn said, turning her head slightly to look at her husband over her shoulder.

"Yeah, work has just been taking it out of me again... You know how it gets sometimes, we're always desperate for new staff, and when we finally get some, they take more out of us while we struggle to bring them up to speed. Sorry if it made you worry." Sam said, turning slightly himself as he lay on his back, his black fingers laced together and resting on his chest. "I don't mean to bring my problems home."

"Baby, that's what I'm here for, to back you up when things out there get a little too heavy." Lynn said, tapping the lotion bottle closed with a snap, and twisting her body to lay down next to him.

"I know, I just... you have so much to deal with with the kids, and the house is a never ending list of chores. Play dates, appointments, I... honestly, I don't know how you handle it every day." Sam said, giving his wife a sympathetic look.

"Well... I do have a pretty great husband." Lynn said, smiling coyly, "Don't know what I'd do without him."

"And I don't know what I'd do without my sexy vixen of a wife." Sam said, brushing a little hair out of her face.

Lynn smiled and closed her eyes slightly at his touch, knowing darn well where she was going to take this. Pushing up on her elbows, she brought her legs up until she was sitting on her knees, moving a hand onto her husband's leg, rubbing up his thigh until she was touching the pronounced mass of his cock through the fabric of his sweat pants.

"I think I know what might make you feel better." Lynn said, stroking him seductively, before leaning in and hooking his waistband, Sam gently lifting his hips as she slid his pants down, the mass of his black cock springing out at half mast.

"You're too good to me." Sam said, still loving the looks she gave him even after all these years.

Lynn pulled her own hair back this time, putting it in a loose bun, before leaning in and gripping the base of his large black dick, her slim white fingers standing out firmly against it. She licked it from the base of his balls all the way to the tip, giggling slightly as Sam squirmed, her hot breath teasing the head as she brushed her lips against it.

"This' what you want..?" Lynn said, her hand gently stroking him up and down.

"Suck." Sam said breathily, putting his hands up behind his head to enjoy the ride.

Lynn leaned into, taking him into her practiced mouth, his large black dick more than familiar to her throat as she took him in slow seductive slurps. She moved her hand down, cupping and working his balls as she increased her speed a little at a time, moaning slightly as she pumped and sucked.

This was not the first blowjob Sam had gotten this week, though it was the first one his wife had given him. Part of him should have been guilty, remorseful, ashamed, whatever term you like, but Sam couldn't bring himself to care at all in the moment. He just loved having his dick sucked, and the more women that wanted to do it, the better. Thankfully for him, he worked in an environment full of overworked, stressed and needy people who were often looking for a little relief, and he was more than happy to give it AND get it. So, as Lynn sucked and jerked his thick black dick, blissfully unaware of who else it had been in, Sam thought about the road that had led him back here.

-2023 P.B. (Pre Blowjob)-

High turnover. Love it or hate it, it meant a nearly endless supply of fresh new women being put on offer for Sam at work. He had taken advantage of it before with Lindsey, Laura, Peggy, and Sarah... every one of which he had happily slept with, each one of them fucking and sucking his cock with the sort of depraved enthusiasm he had come to picture all white women giving black cock. While he had done his best to keep from straying again, he knew it was really only a matter of time. He knew it was greedy, maybe even cruel, but he was a man, and sometimes that meant your dick was in the driver seat. Which brings us to our latest point of interest... a slim Vietnamese American woman named Linh, who just had the great fortune of meeting Sam at work, opening up a whole world of possibilities to both of them. He knew from the moment he saw her, he was going to claim her too, and to that end, he was indeed successful.

"So you're the surgeon on-call?" Linh had asked as Sam lingered by the coffee maker after a particularly bad incident.

"I am. You did amazing work in there, by the way." Sam said, laying some early ground work.

"Oh, thank you... I was so nervous I've never... I'm sorry, I mean to say just, thank you." Linh said, giving him an imploring look, the stress finally starting to fade off, "You were really impressive in there too."

"Well thank you. Was this your first time?" Sam said, the faintest innuendo giving him a slight rise.

"Yeah... was it obvious?" Linh said, leaning somewhat exasperatedly against the wall.

"To me, sure... but you did everything right, you should feel good about today." Sam said, giving her exactly what she needed to hear, true or not, though it was.

"Thank you for being so nice, I was told surgeons can be a bit... stern? Particular? I didn't want to let you down." Linh said, letting out a breath.

"You didn't, and I don't know where you got the impression we're grumpy... we're not." Sam said laughing a little, "I think you'll get to learn that more about me as time goes on." he finished, giving her a warm and winning smile.

"I hope I do." Linh said, flashing a smile back.

It was nearly a month later after some regular chit chat that he invited her out to lunch, which was the best chance most anybody got to be alone together away from prying eyes and curious spouses, and he was pleased when she said yes. It went as well as he would have liked, casual flirting coming from both of them, and a shy blush when he had told her how beautiful she was now that he could see her out of the fluorescent halls of the building, and out of scrubs. The game was progressing perfectly, but it was still another month and half before the first move was made. Sam made his move first, partly because he could tell the idea made her anxious, and because he had received a text from an old flame who he hadn't heard from in quite some time. He was always careful about talking to his girls anywhere around the house, always making sure it was safe and secure. The message came as a bit of a shock... and from Lindsey; his very first dalliance.

-But First, Lindsey-

"Hey, it's been a long time stranger." the message had read, which required some follow up clarification as she no longer had the same number, but it didn't take long.

"It's so good to hear from you Lindz, how have you been?" Sam texted back.

"I've been doing pretty well. I've moved a round a bit. Garrett and I split up, but it wasn't a bad thing, I think we both realized we just couldn't make it work." she texted back.

"I'm sorry to hear that, though you seem okay with things. You at least enjoying living alone again? I can't tell you how much I miss that sort of freedom." Sam shot back, genuinely missing his more care free days, despite how much he loved his children.

"Oh, I love it." she sent quickly, "But there are some lonely nights... it kinda got me thinking about those same sort of nights at the hospital, about... you and me... I take it you and Lynn are still together?"

"We are." Sam replied, with a certain remorse, but without hesitation. "You know our situation is a little complicated... thanks to me."

"I know, and please don't worry, I'm not trying to get between you and your wife." Lindsey said, giving Sam a certain sense of relief, the ever present worry about one of his old flames trying to turn on him was always on his mind, "I just thought maybe you could stop by and see me one of these days, maybe grab some lunch or something."

"I'd love that." Sam said, wondering how much had changed for her since he last saw her, "But you know it's not easy getting away. I'll have to come up with something."

Sam thought about it for a day or so after that, and decided the best course of action would be to just keep his lies simple, approaching Lynn with what was ostensibly the truth.

"Hey sweetie, I wanted to let you know, I'm going to be grabbing a late lunch with an old colleague of mine this upcoming Saturday." Sam said, keeping it all up front.

"Oh, that's cool, which one?" Lynn said, pushing her glasses back up her nose as she pulled her eyes away from the book she had been reading.

"You remember Lindsey?" Sam said, hoping she didn't remember very much.

"Oh sure, you guys were thick as thieves back when you first got started." Lynn said smiling.

"Yeah, it's crazy to think how far we've both come." Sam said, genuinely meaning that.

"Why was it she stopped working there again?" Lynn said, hopefully not testing waters.

"The crazy hours and late nights were putting a major strain on her relationship, she needed something more stable." Sam retorted, knowing exactly how true that really was.

"Oh my god, I remember... you were ALWAYS there." Lynn said, again, hopefully not connecting any dots, "We had some strained moments ourselves... between work and the baby, I don't know how you stayed sane."

"I have a talent for handling stress." Sam said, pausing at the possible double entendre, "Which is why I'm so damn good at my job." he continued, breaking any possible tension by playing it off as playful arrogance.

Lynn laughed at this, giving him a smirk, "Yeah, okay super doc.... well, tell her I said hello, and if you go someplace nice, bring me something good back."

"I'll figure something good out for dessert." Sam said, knowing sweets always soothed the female soul.

With the groundwork set, he texted Lindsey back and let her know when and where they could meet, vaguely hopeful, but not planning anything specific. Though he made sure the first thing they would do is meet up at a central location to share a ride together, taking more than enough money out at a local ATM beforehand. As Sam pulled up to the agreed upon place, he was a little shocked at seeing her again, but all of it was tinged with a wonderfully warm sense of nostalgia.

"You dyed your hair." Sam said, admiring Lindsey's shorter bluer hair.

"Call it a mid life crisis... Bad breakup..? I don't know, all girls do this at some point. You don't hate it, do you?" Lindsey said, her attempting at joviality being replaced by self consciousness.

"You look amazing, as always." Sam said, the two of them leaning in for a hug that lingered just a little longer than it should have.

"Damn, so do you. Did you find a way to freeze time or something?" Lindsey said, using it as a pretense to lightly brush her fingers on his face.

"Black don't crack... or so they say." Sam said laughing, Lindsey smiling back and giving him a light slug on the shoulder.

"So, what were you thinking?" Lindsey said, leaving the question much broader than just choosing a place to eat.

"I was thinking, you drive, you pay, and I'll just be arm candy." Sam said, trying his best to play the role of charming rogue.

"Yeah right, slick. Does that work on your other girls?" Lindsey said, clearly fishing to see what he might say.

"Not really, my wife got tired of my hot air a long time ago. Frizzes her hair out." Sam said, not willing to give anything else away.

This seemed to put her at ease, letting her move on, "Alright, how about this then, YOU drive, I'll cover the check if you cover the tip, and if you're good, I'll get you dessert." Lindsey said, leaning slightly on his car.

"What happens if I'm bad?" Sam said, deciding to do some fishing of his own.

"Then someone's getting a spanking." she said, raising an eyebrow and giving him a smirk.

The details of the lunch are somewhat irrelevant, but it suffices to say that there came a moment when she put her hand down on the table, a clear signal, where Sam put his down on top of hers, their fingers lacing soon after, her slim white fingers meshed between his dark black ones, his wedding ring sticking out like a bad joke. There was no denying the chemistry between them, both friendly and sexual, and what should have been a simple ride back to their shared meeting space turned into a passionate make out session in the car, their tongues exploring each other once more, Lindsey giving him long and longing looks with her sparkling blue eyes. Sam could say that neither of them could help themselves, but there was no sense in lying. He wanted to fuck her again, and bad. Clearly she felt the same way about him. He could have left, he could have gone home and made love to his wife instead, but he took the darker road; one that led straight to a moderately priced hotel. Lindsey and Sam were beyond eager, laughing and kissing as they closed the door with the weight of their bodies pressed against it, firmly grasping her still toned ass as he pulled her against him.

"God, I can't believe how much I missed this... missed YOU." Lindsey said, Sam holding her up as she wrapped her legs around him, kissing the crook of her slender neck.

"I've... I've thought about you so many times." Sam said hurriedly, thinking of the many times he'd written his erotic literature thinking about fucking her over and over, every fake character another allegory for how much he wanted to violate every part of her.

It couldn't wait any longer. The two of them working their way to the bed, Sam falling back, as Lindsey straddled him, taking her top off. Every bit of it like a replay of their first night together. She finally stood up, undoing her bra, dropping it aside, and getting down on her knees between his legs, unzipping and undoing his pants with a strangely forceful elegance, wasting no time in pulling his thick dark cock from his pants and taking it into her mouth. No preamble this time, no shock, just the muscle memory of a girl who had sucked his dick dozens of times, relishing every second of it as she slurped and worked his shaft, massaging his balls, as she knelt before him. Sam lay propped back on his palms, enjoying every second of his continued violation of his marriage. He loved sex, of course, but this was about more than sex, it was about having all that a man could asking for and getting even more. It was purely egotistical, but it made him feel like king, and he fucking loved it.

"Go... go easy, we don't have too much time..." Sam said, knowing that if he busted now, it would just delay what he wanted more than anything.

Lindsey pulled him free, teasing the head of his dick with small licks and kisses, looking him directly in the eyes as she did.

"Get on this fucking dick RIGHT NOW." Sam said, Lindsey wasting no time to follow his orders, undoing her jeans and pulling them off as she stood, climbing over him and guiding his fat black dick directly between the soft white lips of her pussy.

"Oh god... oh god..." Lindsey moaned in a hushed tone, knowing what she was doing, but always taken back by his girth.

Her need was as furious and deep as his own, taking it all in, and after a brief period of adjustment, picking up speed as she rode and ground her pussy down onto him. Foreplay was over, Sam reaching up, the two of them locking hands once more as she continued to ride him, working her hips hard and fast.

"It feels... it feels so fucking good..." Lindsey moaned again, Sam sensing the tension building in her.

"Do it baby, cum for me." Sam said quietly, Lindsey biting her lip and nodding as she leaned forward, pinning his hands down, practically slamming her pelvis up and down over his, hard wet slaps ringing out.

Lindsey's movements got more intense, her head leaning in and pressing against his chest as she started to orgasm, pained whispers turning into an almost desperate plea.

"Cum in me... cum inside me Sam... Please... cum inside me..." Lindsey said, her whole body tensing, her pussy gripping him hard.

Sam would have loved to, to conquer her for good, put a baby inside her and claim her as his forever and always, but he had his family to think about, and it didn't pay to be sloppy. Lindsey had not been on birth control since she had been single, and it would only take one mistake to bring his whole world apart. Though it took immense willpower, Sam held back, Lindsey grinding him still with what energy she had left as she tried to work the seed from him.

"What... what's wrong..?" she gasped, finally looking him in the face.

"I can't... you know I can't..." Sam said, cursing himself for playing it safe.

Lindsey looked dejected, but it was clear she understood, climbing off him, and curling up on her knees, finishing him off with her mouth as she jerked and sucked him straight out of herself. Sam savored every hot blast he pumped into her mouth, loving the feeling of her tongue swirling around as she took it all in, watching her slurp up as she pulled away, tipping her head back and swallowing it. After a moment or so of recovery, she crawled up beside him as he lay in post sex stupor, enjoying the sweet release he'd finally gotten. As Lindsey lay down next to him, she put an arm up over his chest, nuzzling against him slightly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." she said, regret in her voice.

"You know I want to, you know..." Sam said, his mouth a little dry.

"I just... it was always you, you know?" Lindsey said quietly.

"I know, Lindz... in another life, in another time." Sam said, putting his arm around her and pulling her tightly to him.

The moment was over far too soon, Sam stopping to vigorously scrub himself clean and put his clothes back on in a civilized manner. He watched Lindsey dress behind him through the mirror, wishing there was time to go again, and again, and again... but this was all they could spare for now. He drove her back to her car, and sent her off with a sad smile, though he felt this wasn't the end of anything. He grabbed some fresh cannolis from an Italian bakery and brought them home for Lynn, remarking on how much had changed, and how much had stayed the same. Lynn was a trusting soul, eating her cannoli and listening with a casual interest in her husbands stories before the two of them eventually called it a night, the kids settled for the day. His rekindled affair would continue on and off again as the days went on, his need hardly abated, almost multiplied by the events, making him cocky, confident and greedy. Which meant it was time to make his next move.

-And Now Linh-

"I can't believe you play that stuff still." Linh said, jokingly as Sam told her about his love of gaming one night while they were hanging out in their usual secluded spot at work.

"Hey, it keeps my dexterity up... or so someone said once. I think. I might have heard that on Scrubs now that I think about it, but pretty good don't you think?." Sam said, admiring his own hands facetiously.

"Those sausages? Please, if anything you're just incredibly lucky." Linh said, her own hands pressed flat on the table.

"Oh, and yours are better?" Sam said, picking his moment and reaching down, turning her hands over and holding them in his own.

He could tell immediately the electricity that jumped through her. The intimacy, she wanted it, but it made her nervous. The laughter stopped, both of them oddly silent for a moment as Sam stroked softly up her palms to her finger tips.

"Actually, they aren't too bad..." Sam said quietly, turning them over and holding them in his own, seeing how long she would let the moment last.
<hr pg="2" />"I... Sam, can I ask you something..?" Linh said, clearly having a hard time meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, of course." he replied, waiting for it.

"This whole thing with us... is this, I mean... are you..?" she stammered slightly, unsure how to ask.

Sam didn't bother to formulate an answer, instead letting go of her right hand, and bringing his own up to her face, bringing her mouth to his, kissing her in a long slow moment. As he pulled away, Linh smiled and blushed looking down to the floor, her black hair swinging like a curtain around her, and Sam knew she was his (she just needed more coaching then the others had). Sam slipped around the partition, looking her right in the eyes, his dark brown meeting her hazel almond eyes, as he came in for another kiss, her arms wrapping gently around his neck and shoulders as they shared long slow kisses, their tongues starting to explore each other as Linh became more emboldened by her arousal. Sam hadn't seen Lindsey for nearly two weeks at this point, and though he still enjoyed regular sex with his wife, he was always ready for more.

"Come with me." Sam said, a command, not a question.

Linh let out a small noise of surprise, but followed along behind him, her hand in his as he led her to his on call room. He led her into the cool dimly lit space, and closed the door, pressing her up against it as they locked in embrace once more. Slow, baby steps, her reminded himself. Linh was more reserved than some of the others, and he didn't want to risk scaring her off, but he had every intention of fucking her right there, on this night. He could tell that she was the sort of girl who wanted, no, NEEDED to be dominated, and he was more than ready to give her just that. As he moved her to the bed, he was gently, slow, taking off her scrub top almost delicately, admiring the deep maroon mounds of her nipples as she helped remove her bra. He used his tongue, riding from her naval to each of her breasts, sucking and nibbling her sensitive flesh, Linh writhing in pleasure beneath him as he did. Still delicately, he hooked her scrub pants, pulling them down, leaving only her panties for now, tugging off her socks and sneakers before stopping to admire her slender legs. He scooped beneath her, hiking her panties down and off, crawling up between her thighs, ready to eat her out.

"Sam..." she whispered, a sort of hot expectant tone.

"Don't worry, I got you." Sam said reassuringly, slowly dragging his tongue up her eager wet slit, working his tongue between the folds searching for her clitoris.

Linh gasped, bringing her knees up reflexively at the sensation, moaning slowly after as she warmed up to the intrusion of his tongue. She was tight. Sam was going to absolutely destroy her with his dick, and he knew it, the thrill of what was coming like a pressure in his chest. He was also no slouch at cunnilingus, working her with increasing need and ferocity, Linh trembling and tensing up. He rubbed firmly with his middle finger as he continued tonguing her, Linh squealing out as she began to buck in orgasmic delight. He was only emboldened by this, making sure to keep the pressure up, Linh practically screaming now as she came repeatedly, before Sam slowed down and gave her slight relief. She didn't talk much else wise, which was fine, as all she really needed to do was listen as Sam helped her up, guiding her down to her knees in front of him. It was time for the big reveal.

Linh chirped out in absolutely surprise as he pulled his thick black dick free, letting it bounce down in front of her, her almond eyes wide as she looked on with both fear and desire. She didn't say a word, and neither did he, she simply reached up and wrapped her petite asian fingers around the heft of his cock and started jerking him. There was no way she would be able to fit most, or even a decent amount into her mouth, but damned if he wasn't going to make her try, his hand guiding her head down as she wrapped her lips around the thick black head and began tonguing and sucking him off. Sam liked her, as he had like all the girls who came before her, but he wanted to train her too, mold her into something just for him, ruin her for other men. I know that sounds terrible, it's just what Sam was thinking. As she continued pumping and sucking, he knew this particular part would take more time and work, so instead, he brushed the flat of his hand across her head, practically petting her before guiding her back up to her feet. He grabbed her hips and slowly moved her down to the bed, the same look of anticipatory fear in her eyes as she knew the sort of impact a dick like his was going to have on her.

"Do you... are you on birth control?" Sam asked, eager, but not stupid.

Linh nodded her eyes barely leaving his thick dark dick as he hiked her legs up and started moving in towards her once cleanly shaven pussy, the thin black stubble leaving her slightly scratchy, as he had found out earlier. He wasn't going to be cruel, pushing the head of his dick into her slowly, stopping for a moment as she gasped out suddenly in pain.

"It's alright, like I said, I got you." Sam said, continuing his efforts.

She squealed, she twisted and flexed, she winced, she gritted her teeth, but he got it all the way inside her. Even going slow, she made a shrill chirp with every thrust, her wetness only doing so much to help take in a mass of his size. Sam was also supremely interested in her bare feet as the bobbed only inches away from his face, but that kink would be for another day. Slowly and steadily, he worked up the pace, Linh's face going flush and sweaty as he hammered her repeatedly. He could tell there was pain, but the pleasure clearly outweighed it as she moved to pinching and working her own nipples, her body tensing up again as he drove her back into another series of orgasms. He loved a screamer, but Linh was surprisingly shrill, making him a little nervous that someone would overhear them, but that would just have to be a bridge he crossed later. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into him hard as she bucked and spasmed. It was a thing of beauty, and everything he could have hoped for. He didn't think she was lying about the birth control, and seeing as he was trapped anyway, decided to go ahead and bust loose inside her.

"Oh shit... here it comes..." Same said in a rushed breath, Linh nodding eagerly with an exhausted face, more than willing to take his seed inside her.

Sam felt himself cum hard, each hot burst filling him with enormous satisfaction, Linh's neck arching back as she braced herself, and savored them too. He gave her some recovery time, as both of them needed it, before finally pulling out, collapsing on the bed beside her, both of them laying on their backs catching their breath, only their hands locking together as the lay quietly now.

"That was... holy fuck... I thought... I mean, I had heard that..." Linh finally gasped, her brain sufficiently recovered enough for semi normal conversation again.

"You heard right this time." Sam said, assuming she was talking about all black guys, not just him, but rolling with it anyway.

And so began another cycle, Sam and Linh falling into a frenetic series of sexual encounters, Linh being shaped more and more to his desires after each one. She became surprisingly adept at using her feet to please him, but was not at all a fan of doing anal, only trying it once, the pain outweighing whatever pleasure she might have gotten out of it. Sam got a particular thrill too on on one particular occasion, as he had cum all over Linh's ass moments before they got an emergency page, forcing her to pull her panties on over it, and assist him all while his sperm was still smothering her nether region. They both scrubbed up, no worries, hand hygiene was always paramount, and unless she needed to press her ass into the patient, everything would be fine. She had a bit of a laugh at the whole thing afterward, though he knew she was super nervous all throughout. There was a distinct pleasure in her being so... degraded... and Sam decided he would talk her into a remote vibrator before too much longer. She was already sending him selfies.

All the while, he was also making time for Lindsey whenever he could, which was much less frequently, but that was a good thing in some respects. Sam was already cheating on his wife with Lindsey, and now he was also cheating on Lindsey with Linh. He would sync his sexual liaisons with Lindsey when Linh was off shift, making extra sure not to let any of he and Linh's colleagues see them together, because who knew what some jealous bitch might try and pull? Sam knew he would have to play it careful with Lindsey though, as she was getting older (aren't we all), and she wouldn't settle for casual sex forever. He could tell she was hoping, maybe not so subtly, that he would get her pregnant, though she would never go so far as to make it happen on purpose... he hoped. Her eagerness for his seed fueled her sexual enthusiasm, but it spoke of something dangerous deep down. Maybe a vasectomy would be in order at some point. Or maybe they could come to another sort of arrangement where she kept it and raised it on her own... wishful thinking.

-What Lynn Doesn't Know-

Circling back around to the beginning; Yes, Sam fucked Lynn that night. A blowjob turning into a a hushed fuck session, his thick black dick pumping in hard deep strokes between Lynn's beautiful white legs, as she struggled to keep from crying out, lest the kids wake up and hear them. He fucked his own wife just as he had fucked both Linh and Lindsey in the days surrounding that moment, thrilling off the knowledge that he had more women than most men, and had maybe in fact, driven Linh to an entire lifetime of black dick love... but he shook that off as silly hyperbole that he normally worked into his stories. Time would tell, he guessed. He would write about it in the days to come, the details still unfolding even as he typed it all out. He had reached a sort of epiphany during his latest ordeal, that perhaps he should stop chastising himself all the time for his seemingly insatiable need to dominate women other than his wife and just lean into it. Be cautious, of course, as women could be volatile and unpredictable, but really get out there and try to fuck as many of them as possible. Make a game of it, make a score card, make a lifetime of memories he could take with him to his grave contentedly. He knew what he wanted to do, it was just a matter of how, and when.

For too long before, he watched the world around him through a lens of perversion, stories building in his head as he admired other staff at work, women at the supermarket, girls out to dinner, or just walking with friends... he wanted to fuck all of them. From legal teens all the way up to sexy MILFs, two, three at at time... friends sharing friends, sisters sharing sisters AND mothers, wives and girlfriends cheating on their significant others, all of them united by a singular hunger for his big... black... dick. The latina cashier at the supermarket he frequented would look great strapped in a gynecological exam chair, nothing on but straps for her ankles, her pussy his playground. His daughter's teacher Mrs. Leiland sucking his cock as he sat on her desk, a fat load hanging from her glasses when he was done. The high school senior girls who ran as a group through his neighborhood in the evening taking turns spreading their legs for him until all of them were black bred... what a perfect world that would be. But they were only stories, and in most cases, that's all they would remain... at least, for now. This particular chapter wasn't over yet.

