November 29, 2008
(This is my first attempt at a story so please, please be patient with me..) - Melanie
It started when my excuse for a husband and I had a row. I was getting ready to go out with the girls for the night. I’m fairly short, 5ft 4 with a largish bust, cute bum, not bad legs and long shoulder length brown hair. I’m 36 with one grown up child who’s just joined the army. I got preggers when I was in my teens after a stupid night out. My husband has recently lost his job so money is tight. Not that he cares much, he relies on my wage as a receptionist at a hotel.
Anyway, I was in the bedroom with two girlies getting ready and I was just putting the lip gloss on after the base coat of red. I’d bought a new denim skirt, well it was more of a belt than a skirt, to go with the top I had on. Throw on some nice heels and I was hot to trot. Grabbing my clutch bag, I threw in my mobile, money and make up when we heard the taxi honk and went downstairs.
“Where the fuck do you thing your going dressed like that!? You look like a cheap fucking slut!” hubby shouted, beercan in hand. “Out with Lindie and Deb’s, you know that! And who are you calling a slut!” I yelled back. “Lindie, you and Debs go on, I’ll catch up”
After about 5 minutes of yelling back and fro I’d had enough! Enough of him, his tantrums and lazyness! Thank god Tony, our son, was no longer at home, so I yelled back “Well fuck you!” and stormed out, slamming the front door behind me. God I was so angry.
I headed into town, my arms folded over my boobs, the sound of my heels echoing through the night. After about 20 minutes walk, I heard some music faintly, soon the sound of music grew louder as I got near to a pub, “Fuck it,I need a drink!” I thought & went in & up to the bar. “Yes Love” asked the barman. “Blue WKD” I said, fishing some money out of my purse. Picking up my bottle, I put the straw into my mouth & sucked, looking around the bar. It was fairly quiet apart from some loud laughter coming from the pool room. I pulled out a stool by that wall & perched up on it, crossing my legs. From there I could see 3 black men in the poolroom. They looked quite fit with shaved heads & tight tee-shirts revealing muscles. Lots of muscles! I felt my knickers moisten. I blushed. Suddenly, one of the guys caught my eye, I blushed & looed away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them chatting quietly, one of them then headed towards me. My mind was in turmoil, what would I say? what would I do? “Hi hon,I’m Bradley” he said confidently. “Er,Mel” I said, I could see past him, his mates looking on, whispering to each other. “Drink?” he said “OK” I nodded weakly.
When he’d got me another WKD he said why don’t we go & play pool? Why not I thought to myself, it’d been so long since any man apart from my husband had taken any interest in me. In fact it was a while since I’d been fucked. My heart was thumping, my throat was dry and my palms sweaty, he followed me into the pool hall and introduced me to his friends, Jemal & Chunk (don’t think that’s his real name though) Soon after a few more WKD’s I felt more at ease, even laughing at times, all thoughts of what happened earlier forgotten. As I bent over the pool table to take the shot, I felt Brad lean into me, his hand on my right thigh. “Oi!” I said, half heartedly brushing his hand away. I could smell the whisky on his breath, by this time my panties were soaked through my legs weak. Instantly, his hand wormed it’s way up my short skirt and into my panties. I could feel him parting my cunt lips and worming a finger, then two into my cunt. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure. I could feel his cock press into my bum through my skirt “Fuck lads,this ones wet thru!” I heard. I dropped the pool cue onto the table & slumped forward. I felt a hand on my breast,tweaking a nipple into hardness. “Mmmmm….We…should’nt….Ohhh….”I moaned softly. “Relax babe, we’ll take good care of you.”
I faintly heard the sound of belts and zips, opening my eyes I was faced with a cock the size I had never seen before. A fist was pumping it into hardness, the skin folding back to expose the beautiful dark helmet, shining like polished ebony. “Come on babe, suck it…You want it…suck it..SUCK IT”. Tentatively, I reached out and touched it then tried to wrap my hand around it. It was hot and throbbed with raw power, it smelt musky, of man. I opened my mouth and lightly licked the tip, then the head as I grew bolder. Then I felt my panties being pulled down and my feet lifted up so they could be removed. Then a tongue worming it’s way into my cunt, the fingers there probing me deeply. I took the cock into my mouth, tasting the saltiness and musk, feeling the heat of it. I sucked on it like I was starving, all I could think of was this cock and the feelings I was getting .Another cock appeared in front of me, bigger that the first. I looked up into the smiling face of the black men above me. I alternately sucked on each cock, my make up smearing all over my face along with a coating of drool as I slobbered over these ebony staffs.
Suddenly, I felt my cunt being parted with what felt like a baseball bat, slowly at first and getting deeper with each thrust, my body rocked back and forth with each powerful thrust, with each thrust I grunted around the cock in my mouth. My body was now coated in sweat, my breast’s mauled, my ass slapped. I could feel the cock in my cunt begin to swell as his fucking changed, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. “Wait!…I’m..n..not..on the..pilll…”I uttered. “Take it! TAKE IT!” He snarled as he shot jet after jet of boiling cum into me. Slamming his cock into me with each jet of cum forcing it into my womb. Quickly, Bradley was replaced by one of the others but Bradley wasn’t finished yet, he grabbed my chin and shoved his cock, smeared with cum and my cunt slime into my mouth making me clean it.
At 5.30am I staggered down the road with fuck knows how much black cum dripping down my legs. Bradley let me put my panties back on but only to keep the cum inside me. I felt warm and woozy. and happy. When I reached home, my husband was up, waiting on me. Apparently Lindie had phoned when I never turned up at the disco and I didn’t answer my mobile. We rowed again, he called me a slut, said look at the state of you, you’re a whore etc. The usual crap men throw at you.
That was two months ago. Bradley, Jemal & Chunk have fucked me god knows how many times round at his house, behind the pub & even over a smelly bin behind the chinese. I loving my new life.
Submitted by: Melanie - UK