TITLE    : Mary Turns 42 Ch. 06
STORYID  : mary-turns-42-ch-06_2007
SUMMARY  : Beautiful blonde serviced by big black cock before bed.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2007-04-18
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |white woman|black man|blonde|shower|milf|


<b>Part 6: Final Chapter</b>



From Mary's perspective:



The day had been so fun. My lover always treats me so well on my birthdays and I make sure to return the favor. This year had been unique. He knows how much I love to serve him and his sexual needs; he knows how much I love it when he forces me to test new limits; he knows how much I love to see the power my body gives me over other men; and he knows how much I enjoy being spoiled.



This evening was turning out to be easier than some in the past where service was concerned. Throughout the day our friend Lance, a very sexy and well built light skinned black guy, had served as my personal butler, chauffer, and masseur. I had enjoyed sex with him several times starting with our first fuck in the changing room at Victoria's Secret in the mall this morning. For all the sex I'd enjoyed through the day though I still was horny and hungry for more. I used to be ashamed of how much I wanted sex and how much I enjoyed the taste of a hard cock -- but not anymore. Now I revel in the pleasure and look forward to getting more all I could as long as it didn't hurt my relationship with my lover.



Since four earlier in the afternoon I'd been playing servant to my lover and Lance. At six four other guys showed up for a poker game, and typically when my Master has guests over I know that I'm going to end up serving them -- even if it's not sexually. Throughout the poker game though I had to give a blowjob to anyone who drew a full house. By the time the game was over only one guy at the table HADN'T gotten off in my mouth or hand and I took care of him before retreating to the guest room to enjoy Mark. Why? Because my Master told me that whoever won the most money in the poker game got to enjoy me in every way. Really "every way" was up to me but I was looking forward to enjoying Mark in every way.



You see, I'm a tall blond, well built and nicely tanned. At five nine it's sometimes hard for me to find guys taller than myself to have fun with. And guys who are shorter are sometimes intimidated by my height. I'm built well, but it still freaks some guys out. Mark is every bit of six foot two inches and built very well. He's a BIG black guy, and I don't mean light skin black. I mean his skin is a nice dark chocolate color and when I saw how big his hands were I knew I wanted to see if his dick matched.



As I stepped into the guest room wearing my maid's dress (with no underwear at all) I caught Mark just stepping out of the guest bathroom. He'd showered and had a towel wrapped around his waist. I had closed the door behind me as I entered the room and found myself looking at this man... with my mouth watering. He was exceptionally well built. He wasn't grossly veined or any of that, but he was muscular, had sparse body hair, a trim waist, nice wide shoulders and thick legs. I couldn't wait to see what he hand hanging between them. I felt my pussy cream just thinking about what it might feel like to have this hunk over me, slamming his length down into me...



As I stood there waiting to see what would happen next, he took the initiative. "Wolf tells me that you are his sex toy," he said. "Is that correct?" he asked.



"Yes, sir," I answered, lowering my eyes to appear correctly respectful.



"And you'll do whatever you're told," he clarified. "Is that correct?"



"Yes, sir," I answered again, feeling my clit tingle as I wondered what he would order me to do.



"I see," he said. When I looked back up at him he was just standing there with his arms crossed. He had a look on his face that told me he was trying to figure out what to do with me.



"Well," he decided, "the first thing you can do is show me what I've won." His words were starting to sink in when he became more blunt. "Strip. Now. Leave the heels on."



"Yes, sir," I replied as I stepped farther into the room. I know most men love to see a woman undress but he hadn't said anything about giving him a show. He simply ordered me to strip. This wasn't going to take long since I only had on the dress. Making sure I was facing him, I arched my back so that I could reach back and unzip the short dress. It was low cut so I had no issue reaching the zipper. I pulled it down slowly while I continued to push my chest out toward him. Thanks to the cut of the dress I knew that my cleavage was emphasized and at least once I caught him staring.



When I had the dress unzipped to about the top of the crack of my ass I turned my back to him and held the dress at both hips. Then, very slowly and making sure to keep my legs locked straight, I bent at the waist and pushed the dress down my thighs before dropping it to the floor. As I bent over in front of him, gradually exposing my sexy butt to his view and knowing full well that my pussy lips would be pouting out between my legs, I felt a cool breeze and realized that the heat in the house had just kicked on. After I dropped the dress, I stayed bent over for a moment, running my hands down to my ankles, and looking back at him between my legs. He was focused on my ass and pussy and I didn't blame him. I was hoping he'd decide to quit looking and start playing soon.



When I stood back up I turned to face him and ran both hands up my belly, gently cupping my tits and, as I took a couple steps toward him in my heels, tweaking my nipples to make sure they were fully erect. Getting bold I asked, "Do you like what you see?"



"Oh, yes," he said with a smile. "And I'm going to enjoy using what I see as well," he added. Then he took charge again. "Sit down on the edge of the bed facing me," he ordered.



I half pouted and a soft mewl of frustration escaped my throat. I wanted to get close to him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his muscles and see what the towel was hiding. I wanted to touch, taste, suck and FUCK. I wasn't ashamed of my desires at all. I was craving a big black cock -- one that would stretch my horny pussy open and fuck it deep. I wanted to feel so well fucked that I was still sore tomorrow afternoon. With a respectful, "Yes, sir," I stepped over to the bed and sat down at the foot, facing him as he ordered, with my feet planted wide so that he had a clear view in at my cunt.



I put my hands on my knees and watched him as he watched me. Taking his time he stepped over to me and I realized that, due to his height, his crotch was right at my face level. I didn't even have to bend my neck down. I closed my eyes as he put his big hands on either side of my face and head. His touch was gentle and his skin was soft. As big as he was I had expected his hands to be callused, but I wasn't disappointed. His tough was like an electric jolt that shot through me. I felt my breasts flush and grow warmer as my clit jumped erect and my pussy got even more buttery.



"Before you can have what you want," I heard him say softly, "You have to tell me exactly what it is." He took a breath and said, "Don't be shy."



Now, here is where I used to have a hard time expressing myself. Sometimes I still do. Sitting on the foot of a bed, spread and craving sex with this man, I suddenly found myself not comfortable saying what he wanted to hear. Instead I said, "I want to pleasure you, sir. I want to make your body happy."



"Uh, un," he said with a soft chuckle. "That's not what you want. What do you want?" he asked again.



"I want to have sex with you, sir," I tried again. I was almost blushing just at having said that.



"I'm not going to ask again," he said, sounding slightly angry. "If you have any hope of getting what you want, you'd better tell me right now what that is and you'd better do it in blunt terms."



I took a deep breath, exhaled, took another breath and told him what he wanted to hear. I told him the truth. "I want to enjoy your cock, sir," I said. "I want to taste it; lick it; nibble it; suck and stroke it. I want to feel it slide into me, opening me and fucking me deep." I looked up at his face and our eyes met as I finished. "I want your big black cock fucking my white wet shaven cunt deep and hard until you cum deeper into me than anyone else has today."



"Very good," he said with a smile. "And now you can start enjoying at least part of your wish." With that, he released my face and pulled the towel from his body. As I dropped my eyes to see what I'd be enjoying I nearly fainted. His cock was only semi-erect and it was already eight inches long... at least. It was nicely thick; so thick that as I reached out to grasp it I could barely wrap my hand around it. The veins along the shaft were thick and looked like they were pusling with every beat of his heart. And his balls were big and hanging. They looked full. They looked like they needed to be emptied. They looked like they were full of hot sticky cum that I couldn't wait to have all over me and deep inside me. The small incredibly lusty voice inside my head told me that this cock was truly going to please me.



I was mesmerized by his cock and as I grasped it with one hand, I reached out to massage and cradle his balls with my other. His cock kept growing and soon I was stroking my hand up and down his length which I figured had to be stretching to about eleven inches -- maybe a little more or slightly less. But not by much. His cockhead was swollen and dark black and I could see the little slit in the end opening to release a string of precum. I hate to waste precum -- I love how sweet it is -- so I leaned forward to catch it with my tongue and licked the string out of the air as it fell... following it up so that my tongue just barely caressed the tip of his length. It was indeed sweet and I was looking forward to teasing more out of him.



I heard a gasp of pleasure escape him and knew that, although I might take orders from him, I was in total control. I WAS going to get everything I wanted tonight and Mark was going to cum at least twice for me in the next -- I glanced at the clock on the chest of drawers out of the corner of my eye -- seventy five minutes.



As I stroked Mark's impressive length his cock continued to spill precum for me, and I made sure to milk out all that I could as I continued to give his shaft quick soft licks and kisses. He put his hands back on my head and I felt him pushing my face over so that he could get his cock into my mouth. I resisted just a little, wanting to tease him some more. And besides, I was enjoying the taste of his precum while giving him that tease.



I was startled when he bent and grabbed me under my arms. I wasn't prepared for how strong he was as he literally lifted me off the bed to my feet, spun me around and pushed me back over the bed. Now I was bent at the waist, facing away from him, my ass and pussy fully exposed, and he didn't seem happy.



His big hand smacked down against my ass so hard and loud that I was sure the other guys in the house had heard it, and a squeal escaped my throat at the immediate sting. "You will NOT toy with me, girl," he said sternly. Another SMACK came crashing down on my other ass cheek. "The next time I push your face to my cock, you'd better open your mouth and BEG to suck it." SMACK. "Do you understand?" SMACK.



"Yes, sir!" I said quickly and loudly.



"Yes, sir, what?" he asked in the same agitated voice right before SMACK.



"Yes, sir, I understand," I said, hoping it was the right thing. My ass was starting to seriously sting and I desperately wanted to go back to sucking his cock.



"Wrong answer," he said. SMACK.



My mind was racing. What did he want to hear? "Yes, sir, I understand, sir. I WANT to suck your cock. Please let me suck your cock, sir!" I said it all and hoped I'd pushed the right buttons.



"Turn around and get on your knees," he ordered. As I did so, he explained. "I WAS going to let you sit on the bed nice and comfortable to enjoy the taste of my dick, but since you want to play games, I'll have to show you your place, huh?" It wasn't a question that required an answer. As I lowered myself to my knees in front of him he stood in front of me and put his cock up to my face. I started to reach for it and he shouted, "No! Put your hands behind your back and clasp them together. Don't even THINK about touching my cock with anything but your lips, tongue and throat."



As happy as I was to follow his order I was also scared. Typically when I'm sucking a cock, especially a big one, I like to have my hands on it because I can keep the guy from gagging me or choking me with his length if he gets carried away. With my hands locked behind my back I had no way of stopping Mark from fucking my mouth however he saw fit. That lack of control -- being at his mercy -- and the delicious taste of his cock as it slid into my mouth turned me on immensely. That same lack of control as he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth until it banged into the back of my throat also scared me. But trust me: the excitement, taste and servitude turned me on more than the lack of control scared me.



As big as Mark's equipment was I knew he wasn't going down my throat quickly. I was going to have to work at it; relaxing gradually and really lubing his length with saliva. Where I had tried to take my time playing with his length and drawing out some of his pleasure, he was obviously having none of that now. As I knelt naked before him, with my hands holding each other behind my back and his hand on my head, he freely moved his hips, fucking as much of his dick into my mouth as he could fit with every stroke. I wasn't sucking him as much as he was fucking my face. I could feel his balls bouncing against my chin and I again thought about how heavy and full they felt. As much as I usually don't like having a guy cum in my mouth, I found myself craving his load. How much would he shoot? How would it taste? Would I even taste it anyway or would he come so far back in my throat he'd shoot his seed straight into my belly?



The thought of him releasing his seed made me realize that what I really wanted was to feel this monster cock twitch and spit deep inside my cunt. I wanted him buried balls deep when he scalded my insides with his sperm. I was hardly in a position to tell him that though as I could barely breath around the massive length of his dick sliding in and out of my mouth, gradually going deeper in with each stroke back and forth.



As I thought about how bad I wanted to feel his balls banging against my asshole, he changed his game plan. Without any warning my mouth was empty and he was pulling me up, standing me up, pulling me by my hair. I usually HATE having my hair pulled, but for some reason, when Mark did it, my pussy gushed. Pulling me to my feet he once again spun me around to face the bed and pushed on my back to bend me over. "Keep your hands locked behind your back, girl," he said with a growl. I complied as I wondered if he was ready to fuck this quick. I could feel how wet my pussy was but I knew that if he slammed that monster into me without relaxing me some, two things would happen: 1) It would hurt to be stretched open that far that fast, and 2) it would hurt when he hit my cervix and kept pushing.



I was both thankful and disappointed when he didn't give me his cock. Instead, he crouched down behind me, and face to cunt with me, he put two of his big thick fingers into my pussy and started finger fucking me hard and fast. It was heaven... and it was no where near what I really wanted. The two of his fingers together felt the same size as some of the cocks I've taken. They had to have been more than five inches long and the two of them side by side were was wide as some dicks are thick. But fingers can do things that cocks can't, like hook and rub inside my pussy. Mark did exactly that, with his left hand on my ass to hold me in place, and my chest pushed down onto the bed, he rammed two fingers of his right hand knuckle deep into my wetness and then bent his fingers to rub against the back of my clit as he pulled them out. Every now and then he'd turn them inside me, his actions making sure that my pussy was relaxed and opening for his cock whenever he decided the time was right.



I had my first orgasm against his hand and my knees almost buckled it felt so good. I felt that soft warm gushy sensation start to build and then all of a sudden his fingers hooked and pulled and my pussy spasmed so hard that I was sure I'd shoot his hand out. Against the squeezing of my cunt walls his fingers forced penetration again and again, every time withdrawing over my G-spot and making the orgasm seem more intense. I know that the sounds escaping my throat were nothing more than animalistic grunts of pleasure as my hips involuntarily rocked back against his hand.



The orgasm seemed never ending but finally started to subside as he slowed the action of his fingers in my cunt. As I was recovering my breath I felt his fingers leave me, and I felt so disappointed. Then hope flashed in my brain: maybe he was going to fuck me with his big black tool? It wasn't to be... yet. Instead I felt one of his pussy juice slicked fingers slide over my puckered back door. Back and forth it rubbed... I love it when my asshole is teased. Anal sex isn't my favorite activity and I knew there was no way I'd take Mark back there, but a finger? Sure and I'd love it.



That's exactly what he gave me. As I felt his finger slowly sliding into my tight ass I had a mental image of the scene. Here I was, all five-foot nine-inches of me, wearing three inch heels and nothing else, bent over the foot of the bed with my knees locked, my chest and face pushed down into the bed, and my hands clasped behind my back. Mark, this big black man, was on his knees behind me, face to cunt with my body, finger fucking my ass. The thought caused another deep moan to roll out of my throat. I desperately needed to be fucked. I realized at that moment that while I had thought I was in control, I was far from it. Mark was going to take whatever he wanted and, as long as it involved my cunt getting thoroughly fucked and filled with cum, I was going to happily give it to him; I wanted to; I needed to; I had become his fuck toy for the time remaining.



Apparently satisfied with his finger penetration of my ass, or simply bored with the activity, Mark stopped and pulled away. Grabbing me by my wrists, close together because my hands were still clasped behind my back, he stood me up and turned me around again. Looking me in the eye he said, "Now, do you think you can suck my cock like a good little nymph should?"



"Yes, sir," I said demurely. I lowered my eyes to put on a look of servitude.



"Very good," he said as I felt his hands pushing me back down to my knees. "Use your mouth and hands to make me cum," he ordered. "Don't stop and don't spill a drop," he furthered qualified.



Oh, good, I thought with a hidden smile. I'm going to get my first load of this magnificent tool. Then I'd work hard to make him hard again so he could fuck me the way I wanted -- and I knew he wanted too. With one hand around the base of his cock and my other hand cupping his heavy sack I opened my mouth wide and lowered my head down on his length until I felt his swollen cockhead pushing against the back of my throat. I held it there for a moment, turning my head back and forth so that he could feel the friction on the most sensitive part of his meat. When I heard him groan I lifted my head up, following my mouth with my hand, lubricating his length with my spit and taking a deep breath before I started back down again.



This time when I felt his knob hit the back of my throat I swallowed twice and pushed harder, earning myself the first inch or two of his cock into my throat. Holding his cock firmly in place with my hand I gently turned my head again giving him pleasure and opening my throat to his length. Up my head came, again followed by my hand, and I added a gentle massaging squeeze to his balls. I wanted to make sure that when he did cum every drop was delivered in a blast. I love it when a man cums hard for me. 

<hr pg="2" />Back down I went, knob hitting throat, swallowing several times, working my throat and getting about nine inches of him in. I felt so proud of how well I was doing and I wished my Master was there to see me. He'd be proud of me as well. Mark seemed quite delighted as my throat squeezed and stroked his cock while my hands worked what wasn't in the wet heat of my mouth.



Back up, stroke with the hand, gently squeeze his balls, lick a few laps around his cockhead, love the taste of his freely flowing precum, take a few deep breaths and start pushing back down. I wanted it all this time. This down stroke, I decided, was going to stop when his balls were on my chin and my nose was buried in his close trimmed pubic hair. I was almost there when I locked up and couldn't seem to get that last half inch or so down... I kept trying to swallow... I kept pushing my head... I just couldn't get any farther. Mark knew exactly what to do. Right before I decided it would take another stroke I felt his big hands on the back of my head pushing my face into him. The remainder of his cock slid in and I could feel my throat completely opened to his manhood. He held me there for just a second or two before letting me come up for air.



After that it was easy and my rhythm was smooth. Between my hands, mouth and throat I had him close to cumming in about two minutes. I could feel his balls tightening and his cock swelled just slightly. It made it tighter in my throat and that pushed him even closer. I heard his breathing change and with almost no warning his cock twitched out his first thick string of hot cum. It fired off just as I was pushing my head back down onto him so I swallowed it and kept pushing. The next few blasts of his cum never touched my tongue as he jetted them straight down my throat and into my belly where I could feel the heat of his seed.



After about five jets of cum I pulled up and took the last few into my mouth and onto my tongue. His cum actually tasted sweeter than most loads I'd had and his cock didn't seem to be slowing down. He fired a good twelve shots of the hot sticky goo that I love so much, coached along by my stroking hand and my gently squeezing his balls.



When his orgasm had finally passed and he relaxed, I swallowed everything I was holding in my mouth and then used my fingers to make sure that I hadn't missed anything. I didn't want him upset. I was very eager to please him at that point.



Staggering around me he sat down on the bed and said, "Oh, my god but that was good." He looked me in the eye and smiled. "You are one hell of a great cocksucker."



"Thank you, sir," I said with an impish grin. "May I get a drink of water?" I asked softly.



"Sure," he said grinning. "You more than earned it." As he laid back on the bed, his still mostly erect cock pointing at the ceiling and shiny with my spit, I strutted into the bathroom to rinse my mouth and get a cold drink of water. I could feel my slick pussy lips rubbing together and I was thinking about how soon I was going to feel his nice cock sliding into me. I could hardly wait.



After I got my drink I strutted back into the bedroom to find Mark gently stroking his cock. It had wilted a little more, but was far from soft. I thought I could probably go ahead and get on it right then, but I had enough experience to know that he'd probably still be a bit sensitive and would enjoy another few minutes of relaxing. So I wondered what he wanted in the mean time?



As I approached the side of the bed he said, "Come straddle my face girl. Face my cock, 69, but don't touch me until I tell you to. Understand?"



"Yes, sir," I answered softly. Explosions went off in my mind as I realized that he was going to pass his own recovery time eating my pussy. I felt myself cream some more and started to climb onto the bed. Carefully placing a knee on either side of his head, I leaned my body forward, holding myself up and once again finding myself face to dick with his semi-erect tool. I could feel my nipples rubbing against the curly hairs on his belly and felt them perk slightly at the touch.



As I hovered there I felt Mark put both hands around my legs and his big hands reaching into the crease normally created where my butt cheeks meet the back of my thighs. With a firm grasp I felt him pull me open, spreading my pussy and backdoor for his eyes. Knowing that he was mere inches away from my sex turned me on.



I desperately wanted to ask him to eat me; tongue me; suck my clit; everything. But I knew better. He had made it clear that I was there for his pleasure and I was sure that if he thought I was seeking my own pleasure he'd punish me again. My ass cheeks were still stinging from the smacks he'd delivered earlier. I didn't want to feel them again -- although, truth be told, I do enjoy a good spanking every now and then.



I could feel his breath against my wet lips as I looked at his thick cock, laying like a dark log against the lighter skin of his lower abdomen. I wasn't particularly hungry for it in my mouth again -- my throat was feeling a bit raw from having deep throated that monster, but I could see a drop of cum or precum seeping out and I wanted to taste it. I wanted to stroke and lick him and get him hard again so he could give me the hard fucking I needed.



All thoughts were shut down at the first touch of his tongue on my wetness. He didn't take his time, kissing and gently licking... his first touch was his tongue sliding between my lips and into my love canal. I probably was imagining things, but his cock was so big; and his hands were so big; and his fingers so long; I was sure that his tongue was longer than average because it seemed to spear into my pussy farther than any tongue I'd enjoyed recently. When he'd stuck his tongue in as far as it could go, and I felt his lips against my swollen pussy lips, he pushed harder, sucked and made a seal between his mouth and my cunt. As he held the suction I felt his tongue swirl inside me and move slightly in and out. It was heavenly and the groan that escaped me I'm sure let him know how good what he was doing felt.



As I knelt above him and enjoyed his oral attention I kept my eyes on his cock. Every now and then it would twitch and within a few minutes I could see it beginning to grow hard again. By then he'd already made me cum twice and I was well on my way to another orgasm. He kept tongue fucking me and every now and then he'd slide his tongue to my puckered back door, rim it and then go back to eating my soaking cunt. I felt so wet and ready... all I wanted to do was crawl down his body on my knees and sit down on the black pole that I was watching grow before my eyes.



After I came again he pulled his face out of my pussy far enough to say, "Okay, girl. Suck it a little and make sure I'm as hard as I can get. This cunt needs fucked."



I didn't even answer him as I dipped my head and used my tongue to pick up his cock, pushing my head down and sucking him in until I had about half of his length in my mouth. I wasn't going to deep throat him again, but I was sure I would be able to get him hard with my energetic sucking and tickling tongue.



I was right. In about thirty seconds his length was still as steel and freely flowing precum again. When he decided he was ready he simply pushed me off, his cock plopping out of my mouth as I went over on my side. I watched as he propped up some pillows and told me to lay against them on my back. I got into position and he corrected me, pushing me farther up so that most of my upper body was sitting up, but from the waist down I was still horizontal. Then I realized what he was doing. My legs were spread wide and in the position I was in I could clearly see my own open and wet pussy. Mark knelt between my legs holding his massive cock in his hand while his other hand held my leg up and out as far as he could push it. In this position I could watch his cock slide into me as I felt it.



As I watched he inched closer and began to rub his swollen knob up and down the slick length of my slit, teasing me with a rub over my erect clit on every pass. As he rubbed it up and down he pushed it slightly harder against me, and when it passed over my hole I could feel how wide it was as I watched my pussy juice spread onto the stretched tight skin of his length. Watching also allowed me to time the hunching of my hips, trying to get him to enter me a little each time he rubbed his cock past my hot hole. He obviously knew what I was doing and was taking great delight in not giving me what I wanted, but making me wait and teasing me.



As he continued to rub he asked, "Are you ready, girl?"



"Oh, yes, sir," I said in a frustrated whine. "My pussy is more than ready for your cock, sir," I said.



"You think so?" he asked with a self-confident grin. He knew that no matter how wet I was it was still going to take time and work to get his cock into me without hurting me.



"Yes, sir," I answered. "I'm sure, sir. My pussy is ready to start opening for you to take your length."



Without another word said by either of us I watched as he held that shaft, lined it up with my hot cunt and began to push it into me.



Words aren't sufficient to describe the first time any man slides a new cock into me, and certainly words fall far short of being able to relate exactly how it feels when my pussy starts to open, being stretched by a cock like Mark's. I could feel every small bit of his length as he began to push it into me. I felt my pussy lips stretching around his cockhead. I felt the slickness of my juices combined with his precu. I felt the pressure on my clit because of the size of the cock pushing into me. I felt my fuck canal being opened as his cockhead finally slid into my pussy...



A deep groan escaped my throat and my eyes glazed over with the intense pleasure of having this man's tool splitting me open so well. With just his cockhead inside me he moved his hips back and forth in tiny strokes, moving himself just barely within my pussy, relaxing me more and stretching me open to take more of him.



Using those little shorts strokes and holding his cock with his hand still, he bumped and pushed back and forth probably several dozen times, gradually sinking his cock farther and farther into my pussy. I felt every incredible millimeter of his entry and watching with unblinking eyes as that ebony shaft disappeared into my pink wetness. It occurred to me that the skin contract was fantastic. It added to the eroticism of taking a new cock and I wondered why I'd never paid as much attention before. The obvious answer was that I'd never been specifically put into this position to watch the penetration before. I'd have to thank Mark for that afterward.



By the time he had half his length buried into me I felt more full than I had all day... certainly more full than I had been in a long time; probably since my last birthday celebration when I took a cock this size as part of the gangbang my Master had given me as a gift. But that time I'd had plenty of cocks before the big one, and each one was progressively bigger so that by the time I got to the bigger cocks my pussy was already fucked open and relaxed. That wasn't the case this time. This time I was taking Mark after having only been fucked by my Master and Lance earlier in the day and neither of them compared in size to this fuck tool.



At half entry Mark let go of his shaft and began to work his hips a little more in earnest. He was still making plenty of short strokes, but with each push into me he pushed a little harder. I was silently thankful that he was taking his time and I was sure I could take all of his cock... and I was eager to do so. My cunt felt so full and stretched open. I hadn't felt this well fucked in months and Mark hadn't even really gotten started yet.



Closing my eyes I surrendered to the pleasure of his gradual penetration. When he saw that Mark said, "No, girl. Keep your eyes open. You're not allowed to close your eyes until you've seen your cunt swallow every inch of my cock."



I tried to say, "Yes, sir," as I opened my eyes to continue watching, but all I managed was an incoherent moan.



No longer holding his cock for guidance, he'd put his now free hand on my other leg and was holding my legs open high and wide, making sure that my pussy was as far open for him as it could go... and his cock was opening it farther.



It took at least another ten minutes of his work before my cunt had finally taken his entire length. When he'd hit my cervix at about the eight or nine inch mark I felt some discomfort, but he was gentle and patient and gradually stretched my pussy canal deeper and deeper with constant stroking. As my eyes saw his short pubic hair rubbing against my smooth swollen pussy lips I felt his heavy balls bang into my asshole and I knew that I'd taken every bit of his monster cock. It felt so good. Again, words are insufficient to describe the feeling of being so filled.



With his cock buried to the hilt Mark ground it around and around making sure that my pussy was indeed opened to him and waiting until he felt comfortable that he could begin some serious stroking. When he was satisfied with conditions he pulled his cock about half way out of me and with a single thrust pushed it back in. Again, his balls bounced on my ass and I felt his pubes hit my smooth pussy lips. I was ready and he knew it.



As I finally closed my eyes and relaxed my head back, no longer under command to watch his cock fuck me, he began to stroke steadily in and out of me, delivering more pleasure from a simple fuck than I'd had in a long time. He stroked out until only his cockhead or the last two inches of his cock was still in me and then he'd stroke forward burying nine or ten inches of his length into me quickly. The sensation of being emptied and filled so quickly was overwhelming. The pressure on my clit was delicious.



I laid there like a ragdoll being used by this big black man as his cock sawed in and out of my cunt. With every in-stroke he pushed a little harder and faster until, about ten minutes later, he was slamming my stretched white cunt with his black pole. This was indeed my fantasy come true. I silently thanked my Master for helping me reach the moment. I'd wanted to be thoroughly fucked and used by a big black cock and here I was. My pussy was being speared over and over again by just such a cock and I was loving every minute of it. When my orgasm started it just seemed to never end. As my pussy muscles spasmed and my cunt gushed, the result was that I opened even more to him and, feeling that, he fucked me even harder.



After about ten minutes of this good solid fucking I felt adrift... abandoned... when he pulled his cock out of me. I could feel my pussy collapsing on itself as the muscles relaxed around the empty space inside me. "Get on your hands and knees, girl," he ordered me.



As I did so I looked at his black cock and saw that it was covered with my own milky white pussy cream. I know how delicious my pussy juice tastes when licked off a hard cock -- it's one of my favorite things, but he didn't look interested right then. Right then he looked like he wanted to continue fucking me... hard. I wasn't going to argue. I was going to enjoy.



Getting on my hands and knees in front of him I arched my back, spread my knees, and opened my pussy in front of him. Holding my hips he pushed his cock into my pussy doggy-style. Thankfully, due to his great fucking just seconds before, my cunt took his length with no issues and once again began his energetic pounding.



Now, you have to understand, I absolutely love being fucked from behind. It's my favorite position and having a cock like Mark's made it all the better. Since he'd already cum once I knew he'd last for a good while and I released myself to the pleasure he was providing. It occurred to me that he was no longer fucking me to make me feel good, but was simply fucking my body. Who I was as a person no longer mattered to him. I was simply the female flesh in front of him attached to the cunt that he was fucking for his own pleasure. While some women might find that degrading I took great delight in it. Through the power of my body; my sexuality; my femininity, I had reduced this man to a simple animal fuck machine; and I was loving it.



With his hands on my hips he pulled my ass back against his abdomen with every thrust he made with his hips, banging his cockhead against my cervix with every stroke and slapping his balls against my clit. I don't know how to describe the pleasure he brought to my body. Once again, the orgasm seemed to start and just never stop. I lost all track of time and my surroundings, as my entire being focused only on the pleasure initiated in my cunt and spreading out through my entire body.



A low growl from him alerted me to the fact that he was going to cum and I was both excited and disappointed. I love the feeling of a man releasing his cum deep into me -- and Mark certainly was deep -- but that meant the fucking was going to end and I was enjoying it beyond expression. When he came he pulled my hips back and forced the full length of his cock into me before releasing his load. I could feel his cock swell and his balls gently bouncing as his spasms of pleasure shot thick sticky ropes of cum deep into my already stretched full cunt. There was no room for my body to take his load and with every pulse of his cock I could feel more of his juice flowing into me. With every jump and addition of juice I could feel the hot liquid being pushed down his length and began to feel it flowing out of my pussy.



Mark came even longer this time and I couldn't believe how much hot cum he shot into me. When I looked down between my spread knees I saw a puddle growing on the bed spread that was already double what I would estimate as an average amount of cum for a man to shoot -- and Mark was still cumming!



When his orgasm was finally over my pussy felt sloppy and I loved it. It was relaxed, fucked loose, and so full of his cream that I could feel it flowing out of my hole. Sitting back on his knees Mark watched as my pussy relaxed and collapsed again, the natural reaction of my inner muscles forcing more of his cum to flow out of me. I didn't want to move. The fuck had felt so good that I didn't want to disturb the condition of my cunt. When I moved I knew it would close even faster and I was enjoying the hot open feeling of it.



Finally I had to move and rather than sit up on my knees -- knowing it would force out whatever of his load was still left in me -- I collapsed the other way, laying down and stretching out. A glance over at the clock showed that the time was 11:40. Mark had been fucking me for a good long while and I had loved every minute of it. I reminded myself that I had twenty minutes of servitude left if he demanded anything, but I was quietly happy that he hadn't even attempted to fuck my ass. That wouldn't have worked and my Master would have been unhappy with me for not servicing his guest as requested or ordered.



I felt Mark get off the bed and saw him walk into the bathroom. His cock was quickly growing soft but was still impressive and I enjoyed looking at it. I heard the shower start and knew he'd be cleaning up to get dressed. I felt like the least I could do was show my appreciation for how well he'd serviced me, so I forced myself to get up and go into the shower with him. When I got off the bed, I kicked off the heels I'd had on and immediately felt more of his hot cum flowing out of my cunt and down my thighs. They were smearing together as I walked into the shower. Stepping in with him I saw the look of surprise on his face.



To answer his unasked questions I took the soap from him and said, "The least I can do for such great service is to clean you up."

<hr pg="3" />He grinned. "And here I thought you were the one that provided the great service," he said.



"I'm glad you feel that way," I said with a smile as I lathered his body, paying careful and gentle attention to his completely flaccid cock. "My Master would be disappointed if I hadn't serviced you properly."



"Oh, you definitely did that," he said, a smile still on his face. Nothing more was said as I finished cleaning him and then pulled down the showerhead to rinse him off. When he was completely clean and rinsed I bent to give him a quick kiss on the head of his magnificent cock. 



Standing back up I asked him to do me a favor. "Will you tell my master that I'm still in the shower when you get out there? I want to get cleaned up for him after all you guests have left."



"Sure," he said with a smile. Then he gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and stepped out of the shower. As I listened to him drying off I put the shower head back up and began to take a complete shower starting with my hair and working my way down. As I carefully soaped up my crotch I realized just how thoroughly fucked I was. My pussy lips, both inner and outer, were swollen and my clit was a nervous bundle of shivering tingles. I squatted and clamped down to squeeze out all of Mark's cum, and then thoroughly cleaned my thighs and ass.



By the time I was finished rinsing off I heard the bathroom door open and my lover opened the shower curtain to look at me. I stood enjoying the steaming water as he smiled, looked at my sexy naked body and then met my eyes. "So, my love, did you enjoy your birthday?" he asked me.



"Yes, I did," I said with a big smile. "It was just a great as last year's, if not better."



"Well, I'm glad you feel that way," he said. "But it's not over yet."



When I looked at him in askance, he simply told me to finish my shower and then come out to the deck to join him in the hot tub. I said okay and he headed away. I was already finished rinsing and it seemed a waste to dry off if I was getting into the hot tub. I had no robe in the guest bathroom and so simply walked naked out to the deck. I could feel how swollen and used my cunt was as I walked and it felt heavenly. I like that thoroughly fucked feeling.



My lover was waiting for me naked in the hot tub, with a cooler of cold drinks sitting next to it. He had quite a selection of everything from soda and wine to beer and pre-mixed drinks. I stepped up and then down into the hot tub, taking a seat across from my lover and accepting his offer of a wine cooler. I could feel the hot water of the tub against the heat of my used sex and it once again reminded me of how pleasured my body had been throughout the day. I owed my man a thank you and had to think about what to do. Fucking him was out of the question -- unless I let him take my back door. Maybe, I thought...



We spent a good half hour just soaking and relaxing. He asked me if I'd enjoyed my birthday again, and I told him absolutely yes. I had enjoyed Lance quite a bit and all the service I'd enjoyed being pampered in the first half of the day. When he asked about the poker game I told him the truth there too: I'd enjoyed being shown off and shared and that it made me feel good to know that he's so proud of me. When he asked about Mark and the guest room I shared every detail with him and did the best I could to describe how wonderful Mark's cock felt as he worked it into my pussy. By the time I had finished describing how much cum Mark had unloaded into me I could see that my lover's cock was rock hard and I knew I had to give him some relief. Standing up out of the hot tub I grabbed a towel and then held his for him.



Together we headed into our bedroom and I had him get comfortable. Going to our DVD stash I pulled out a video I had made for his birthday the year before. It featured me having group sex with three guys on a trip I'd taken to Vegas and I knew how much he enjoyed watching it. I put it on to play and went into the bathroom to fill a small plastic bucket with hot water. Into the steaming water I put our favorite massage oil. Taking the bucket, I went and put it on the nightstand on my side of the bed and then climbed in bed beside my lover.



His cock was as hard as it had been when we got out of the hot tub. On the screen I was sucking a hard cock while stroking another one. The third man was pawing my tits and, as I watched and remembered, so did my body as my cunt flushed again. Could I really fuck again tonight? I wondered. It wasn't my intention and I didn't think my lover would demand it. He knew exactly how well I'd just been fucked because of the detailed description I'd given him. He might be thinking about asking me for my ass, but he was probably just going to wait and see what I had planned.



As my lover watched me on the television screen I knelt next to him and began massaging his legs. The hot oil felt good in my hands and he let me know how good my hands felt kneading his muscles. When I finished with his legs I moved on to his chest, arms and shoulders. I made sure to pay attention and not rush. When I had finished there I moved back down to lay next to him on his right side. With a palm full of massage oil I reached out for his still throbbing erect cock and began to gently stroke it. I wasn't in a hurry and neither was he, but I was sure it wouldn't take me long to stroke him off.



On screen I was riding one hard cock while another was sliding into my tight ass and my moans were being stifled by the third man sticking his dick into my mouth. My pussy once again tingled as I remembered the fun of that night and the amount of sexual fun I'd had since then. It all had started with an email to my lover, long before we'd ever met, and certainly before we'd become as intimate as we are now. I thought back to those days in my life when no one was really making me feel beautiful or sexy and how much things had changed since then. There were people who would condemn us for our lifestyle today, but none of them knew us well enough to make a reasonable judgment. We had plenty of friends who shared our lifestyle and for sure neither of us was going to go to our grave sexual repressed.



As I pondered the past and how much fun just the day had been I felt my lover's organ swell a bit and a moan escape his lips. I slowed my stroking just slightly to prolong the build up of his orgasm and then milked his cock with a firm hand as he began to shoot his load. I watched as the thick cum pooled on his skin, shiny and slick across the massage oil and I kept milking until his cock twitched no more.



With a groan my lover said, "Thank you. That felt wonderful."



I replied with my own smile and, "You ARE welcome, sir."



Going to the bathroom I got a warm washcloth and a dry towel and went back to the bed to clean him up. After I cleaned up his cum I wiped off as much of the excess massage oil as I could. The television was turned off, as was the light, and I climbed in bed beside him. It was almost one a.m. and it had been a long day. My pussy had been serviced quite well and it still felt warm and swollen from Mark's use. My man was smiling a contented smile, proud of me in my sexual prowess and happy that I'd seen fit to service him in gratitude before falling asleep. Once again with my head on his chest I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. Pretty soon I realized that my pussy was pulsing with the beat of my own heart and soon the rhythms matched.



I knew then and there that I had to plan something special for his 42nd birthday which was only about two months away. What could it be?

