Stories, Screenplays, and Reality Ch. 01

Date: 05.02.2010

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"Child, yer bout the most beautiful creature I ever seed. Let's get to know each other." I couldn't believe it, this man who I found physically repulsive and who I wouldn't hire as a domestic, had started my pussy tingling and flowing again. I stepped out of my heels and played the part of the whore that for this night, at least, I was. I laid on the bed, spread my legs wide displaying my freshly-fucked cunt to his eyes and mindful of the time said brazenly, "come on honey we don't have all night."

Jerome didn't take off his clothes, he just dove between my splayed legs and began to kiss my pussy like a starving man. He licked and then stuck his long tongue inside and swirled it around. He licked my taint and then my asshole. Honey, that's something that you had never done. I loved it! He nibbled on my clit until I exploded in a tremendous climax. I was glad that Tyronne had fresh sheets, this promised to be a long wet night. I must have passed out after my second climax. Jerome was gone. I didn't fuck him. I didn't suck him. I was the object of his affection. He brought me to two of the most intense climaxes of my life and then left quietly without saying goodbye. I don't know how to say this, but my pussy was empty, I still wanted more.

A few minutes later, Tyronne returned. Out of curiosity, I asked him, "Tyronne, how much are the guys paying for me?"

"Nona yer business baby, You get thirty bucks a pop, I get more, I ain't gonna tell ya how much more."

A loud, impatient knock brought an end to our financal discussion. It's time to go back to work I thought as I got up and stepped into my heels and slipped into the bathroom before Tyronne opened the door. Jerome hadn't kissed me, at least not on my mouth, so my lipstick and hair were still okay. As I stepped back into the room, I saw that Tyronne was talking to a young, very young thin black boy. He folded several bills that the boy had given him and put them in his pocket.

"Reggie, say hi to Nicole," Tyronne invited.

"Yo momma!" Reggie exclaimed.

He wore baggie, very baggy pants and a long sleeve black wool shirt buttoned at the throat. On his head was some kind of a blue bandana tied in the back. My God I thought he expects me to be with this gang guy who is young enough to be my son. My thinking was cut short as Reggie swaggered to me and boldy rubbed my breast.

"Baby, do ya mind if I stay and watch, I think it would be hot to see ya with Reg," Tyronne said. Though I didn't understand why he wanted to watch, I was too excited to talk so I just nodded my head, took Reggie to the bed and helped him take off his clothes. The bandana, which I learned were his "colors" remained on his head.

We kissed and touched, but soon Tyronne joined us concentrating on my bottom with magical fingers that knew just where to touch and quickly brought me to an orgasm, while Reggie concentrated on my face and breasts. As if choreographed, they alternated without pausing between my mouth and pussy. When I reached down to caress Reggie's cock, I wondered how I could possibly take him in my pussy even though Tyronne had helped to prepare it for large cocks. When he began to enter, it hurt as he stretched the lips and the mouth of my vagina, even though I was fully lubricated. When he hit bottom I winced. Reaching down, I felt that several inches of the monster were not yet inside. However, with each thrust I accommodated more and more of this boy's giant penis until the pain was replaced by indescribable pleasure and the massive cock had been totally consumed in me.

After Reggie dressed, he tenderly held my face in his black hands and said, "Momma, you just the best piece-a-ass I ever had. You gonna be back next Friday?"

I hadn't thought about anything but the next few hours until his question forced me to think about the future. I honestly said, "I don't know."

To which, Tyronne gave me a huge, conspiratorial smile and then told Reggie, "Thanks for coming bro, I'll call ya bout next week."

Reggie's youthful eagerness and Tyronne's passion had taken their toll. This time I had to do extensive repairs to my hair and make-up before the arrival of my next, what should I call him, a date, a client, a customer, a John, I guess all of he above. When I washed between my legs, even though I had cum more in the last two hours than probably in the last two years, and more intensely than ever in my life, my pussy throbbed and seemed to be begging for even more. Honey, I'm embarrassed to tell you this but I promised to be truthful. My vagina was so sensitive because of all the activity inside it that when I pushed the nozzle of the douche up inside me, I involuntarily gripped it and then when I squezzed the solution into me I came again. I must be a tramp at heart.

Tyronne had dressed again and was lounging in a chair in the corner sipping his scotch. "Baby, you doin good. Ain't none a my gals could do as good as you and none of em look like you. Why doncha stay here for a few days, we'd have us some fun and make some serious money?"

"Tyronne, I'm married I have children, I have a home and responsibilities, you know I can't stay here."

"Hey sweet thing, don't decide now. The nights still young. I kinda think you like this stuff, doncha?"

He was right I did kind of like this stuff.

Right on schedule, another knock at the door and my pussy spasmed just hearing it. A man who could have been a center for an NBA team stooped under the door frame and entered the flat. Without a word, he pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket, peeled off several, counted them out and gave them to Tyronne. "Smokey, ain't my new lady Nicole here everything I told you?"

Surprisingly, speaking with a decidedly British accent, he said "and even more."

Tyronne saw my confusion and said, Smokey, I call him Smokey, is from some little Island down in the Cara bean. He's up here tryin to get a contract to play ball. I'll leave ya two lone. Don do nothin I wouldn't do," he said laughingly as he closed the door behind him.

I felt so small and insignificant. I guess you could say I was intimidated. Even in my heels, I barely reached Smokey's shoulders. This time, I really felt naked and a little afraid. I had a difficult time when Tyronne entered me. And, though I had been stretched, it still hurt at first when Reggie went in. I thought that if it was true what they say about the correlation between the size of hands, feet and cocks, I was in deep trouble. Smokey's feet and hands were by far the biggest I had ever seen.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Smokey's question. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." . "I said, do you ever play with yourself?"

"Sometimes," I told him.

"Go lay on the bed, spread you legs and make yourself cum," he demanded.

"Don't you want to make love to me?" I asked.

"You mean fuck you," he corrected.

"Maybe, but first I want to watch you masturbate. If you get me hot enough I may want to fuck you."

"I've never played with myself in front of anyone, not even my husband," I explained.

"I paid Tyronne a C note and a half for just a half hour, that's a double rate. He said you'd do anything. We don't have all night. Either do it my way or I'm getting my money back."

I walked to the bed, laid on the soiled, wet sheets, spread my legs, raised my knees, closed my eyes and moved my hand to my pussy. I was so sensitive down there that the minute my finger tips came in contact with the hairless lips my breathing became ragged. I rubbed my cleft and moved up to my clit. As I moved my hand faster, I felt a climax building and building until a dam inside me seemed to burst. When I opened my eyes I saw that Smokey had taken off his clothes. My God, it seemed to be true what they say about feet, hands and cocks. Before me was the longest thickest, blackest penis I had ever seen and could never have imagined.

My heart was pounding as he settled between my spread thighs. Curiosity got the best of me and I reached out for his penis. I had second thoughts when I felt the size of his cock which was far bigger than Tyronne's or even Reggie's monster. I wondered for a minute if Tyronne must have planned it this way. Sort of a progression of sizes. I held my breath as he raised my legs above his shoulders and the black log between his legs kissed the lips of my very wet cunt. He pushed gently but couldn't penetrate. Then he placed a hand on each of my thighs and spread them apart farther which seemed to help as he slipped just the huge head in a couple of inches. I grimaced, bit my lip and pushed against him. He pushed the thick black shaft in farther and farther. There was no pretense at love making, this was animal, barn-yard fucking. Finally, the seemingly impossible happened, his balls hit my ass and he was completely inside me. It felt like reverse birth, like someone was trying to put a baby back in me. After my pussy molded itself around the huge shaft, I adjusted and we began to thrash wildly. It didn't take long for my white cunt to milk a huge load from Smokey's swollen black balls. His semen joined Tyronne's and Reggie's as it trickled out of my pussy, ran down the crack of my ass and was added to the expanding puddle on the wet sheets. Bob, I realized that you were right. With determination and patience, the female vagina can stretch to a surprising size and then tightly mold itself around a cock of any size, at least I now know that mine can.

As I returned to earth, I noticed that Tyronne was back in the room. He reminded Smokey that "Times up man."

He dressed quickly and also asked if "I'd be back next week."

Tyronne answered for me by saying, "we're working on it man. Later."

Again, we were alone. "You really sumpin baby, not many women can take Smokey, he's a legend. Better clean-up."

When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed that Tyronne had thoughtfully changed the semen-stained wet sheets.

The next three guys really weren't memorable, I can't even remember their names.