Chapter 6
I waited while he unlocked the door and we went in. He offered me a drink, but it was too early, and I just wanted to get this over with.
He sat on the couch and indicated I should sit beside him.
"I guess you have never been with a black man?" he asked. "You are scared, aren't you?"
I nodded.
He put his arm around me and his gentle voice soothed me as he again reassured me that he was not going to hurt me. He moved his free hand up my arm to my shoulder and, gently down over my breast. His gentle touch was pleasant, especially after what I had been put through the last couple of days.
When he started kissing me I almost panicked, but his kiss was gentle and pleasant, and his hands were continuing to make my breasts tingle with excitement. When I felt his tongue probe my mouth, I tentatively met it with my own. I don't know what I had been expecting, but this was not at all unpleasant. If I were not happily married and being forced to do this, I might even have been enthusiastic!
I was beginning to breathe more heavily as he broke the kiss and sat up. He asked me to stand, and after I had, he asked me to take off my dress.
I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down. I turned my eyes as I shrugged the dress of my shoulders, but he asked me to keep looking at him. Between embarrassment and arousal, I must have been bright red.
I let the top of my dress fall and hooked my thumbs in the waist and pushed it down over my hips. I stepped out of it and tossed it on a nearby chair.
He asked me to turn around and he enjoyed the view as I displayed my underwear for his approval. He ordered me to remove the bra, and finally the panties.
When I was naked he patted the seat beside him and I rejoined him on the couch. There is something a little obscene about being naked with a man, when the man is dressed. I guess it is even more obscene when you just met him and you have to do everything he orders you to do.
Nathan took me in his arms again, and this time I relaxed and enjoyed it as he moved his large gentle hands over my body. I was really enjoying myself, and hardly felt guilty at all.
After a few moments he asked me to tell him about how I lost my virginity. I was not expecting that. It suddenly took away all the pleasure. I had to use my brain!
I told him, with as little detail as possible, about how I had finally given in to my boyfriend in the 10th grade. We had been at his house after school and his parents were both at work. I didn't supply any details.
Nathan kept after me though. He wanted to know how I felt, how much pain there had been. Did I have an orgasm. What I felt and thought the first time a boy touched me or saw me naked. Then he asked for more details about my husband. He asked about our first time together, what sex was like for us now. And as the conversation progressed, he continued to move his wonderful hands all over my body.
The caused a strange mixture of emotions. Being touched by this strange black man in the most intimate manner, while discussing the most intimate details of my life with my husband was both demeaning, and highly erotic.
I knew that was wrong, but that is what I felt. My nipples were erect and my breasts swollen. My pussy was wet, and I was afraid that there would be a spot on the couch when I stood up.
Finally I had satisfied his curiosity. The questions stopped and he began kissing me passionately. My breath was labored and I was on the verge of an orgasm just from this man's kisses!
Suddenly he stood up and took my hand. He pulled me to my feet and led me to his bedroom. Without even being asked I helped him undress and when he was down to his jockey shorts he picked me up and moved me gently to the bed.
His hands and his lips were all over me again, more urgently now. And I was no longer an unwilling participant. I moved my hands over his broad chest and his muscular stomach, his taut thighs, and his strong buttocks.
I felt the large bulge in his shorts, pressing against my thigh. I could feel it throbbing, and I wanted it. I wanted to see it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted it in me. I began moving my lips down his neck, his chest, tasting him, kissing him, and licking him. I do not believe I have ever been more aroused in my life!
I licked and sucked and nipped at his nipples, I licked circles around his chest, then down over his hard, flat, stomach. I inched down and finally saw the huge bulge in his shorts. I know I have never seen a larger cock. I doubt that I ever will. It was truly remarkable! It extended at an angle toward the waistband of his underwear. I was too embarrassed to ask, but I know that it was at least twelve inches long. At least!
I kissed it through his shorts. I noticed a small wet spot forming where the head of his cock was. I licked it gently, tasting the faint taste of his pre-cum. I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and exhaled gently through his shorts, caressing him with my breath.
I placed my fingers under his waistband and began to slowly pull his underwear off. I stared at his cock as I slid his shorts down his legs and threw them on the floor. His cock was magnificent! The skin was so dark it was almost purple. It was so long and thick and... God! I don't know. Just really beautiful! Powerful! That was what it was. Powerful, masculine.
I was near the foot of the bed now. I leaned forward and began kissing his calves, working my way up. His thighs. Nearer and nearer to his throbbing cock. He moved his legs apart and I neared his crotch with my tongue. For the first time I noticed his balls. I suppose I should not have been shocked, their huge size was appropriate. In keeping with the magnificent member they accompanied. But I could not suppress a small gasp of surprise when I noticed them. On his large frame, and in company with his huge cock, they did not seem out of place. But his testicles must each be nearly the size of a baseball!
I was moaning with lust as I began kissing his balls, licking them all over. I could not possible take them into my mouth, not even one at a time, but I lifted them gently with my fingers and adored every inch of them with my tongue.
I would occasionally look up as I worshipped at his crotch and see that he was watching me, and obviously enjoying the show. It was hard to tell if he was more amused or aroused, but it didn't matter.
I moved up and started licking his hot, throbbing cock. I took it in my hands and gently touched it, felt it's heat, took pleasure from his arousal. I moved my tongue up to the head of his cock. It was now covered in pre-cum. I licked it clean and then kept licking.
I wet my lips and pressed them tightly together. I placed my mouth against the head of his cock and pushed. Keeping my lips tightly together I pushed them down over his cock, so that it felt like his cock was pushing into a hot, tight, wet, pussy. My pussy.
His cock was even fatter than Ted's, but I took as much of it as I could into my mouth. I remembered what Larry had taught me at the gangbang at Ted's apartment. I swallowed and made myself relax and tried to take Nathan's cock into my throat. At first it would not go. But I did not give up. I had to do this for him. I just had to. I don't know why, but I was determined to have this gentle black giant in my throat, to give him more pleasure than any other woman ever could.
Finally, much to our mutual surprise, I felt something give, and his cock shot down my throat! I looked up and took pride in the look on his face, a combination of amazement and lust. I felt like I had just won the Nobel Prize for cock sucking!
I paused for a moment with my lips tight up against his abdomen. Then I began to slowly withdraw. I pulled back all the way to the end, and then slowly pushed back down. It went down easier this time. It was slightly painful, but the look of pure lust on his face made it worth while.
He started to moan and his body tensed. It was obvious he was about to have an orgasm, so I pulled back to the head of his magnificent cock and began using my hands to push him over the edge. I wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him.
Suddenly it happened. I felt huge spurts of his hot cum shooting into my mouth. I couldn't possibly keep up. I swallowed and swallowed, but still his juice kept pouring out around the head of his cock and dripping down his cock and onto his belly.
I had expected a larger than average amount, based on the size of his beautiful equipment, but I was still not prepared for the volume of liquid shooting out of the hole in the end of his cock.
At last the torrent ended. He pulled my mouth away from the head of his cock. I looked at the large gobs of white cum dripping off of his still hard staff and laying in large puddles on his stomach and without hesitation I began to lap them up eagerly.
At last I had removed every trace, and I returned to the head of his cock to suck out any lingering drops of his nectar.
His cock was softening now, and he reached down and pulled me up beside him. He pulled me to him gently and told me I was the most magnificent cocksucker he had ever met. I almost laughed. Less than a week ago I would have been extremely insulted. Not now, now I was pleased, proud even!
He held me in my arms, and much to my surprise, he kissed me. Gently at first, then passionately. Never, in my entire, although admittedly limited, sexual experience, had a man ever kissed me after I had sucked his cock! I was so surprised that tears came to my eyes!
I put my arms around him and held him tight, and kissed him voraciously. This man was definitely something special. He turned me over on to my back and began kissing me all over. My lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, everywhere. Soon, he was working his way down, covering my swollen, sensitive breasts, my stomach, and finally, my hot, wet, pussy.
As soon as his lips touched my pussy I had a tremendous orgasm. I came and came as he moved his tongue over my swollen pussy. I am not a loud person when I have sex, not normally. But I was moaning and screaming and going crazy, pushing my hips up to meet his face, moving my hips in a totally out of control dance of lust.
Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he stopped. He moved quickly up over me, covering me with his massive body. He took my hands and pulled them up over my head. I was totally helpless as he placed his large cock against my wet, anxious slit, and began to slowly, gently, push it into me. I lifted my head and looked down. I had to see it! I watched as inch after inch of that beautiful black cock disappeared into my belly. Before it was all the way in I was cumming again!
He paused, once he had completely buried his massive cock in my straining pussy, and just looked into my face. I was thankful for the pause, as I slowly began to adjust to his cock, but I could not lay still. I was moaning and babbling incoherently as I twisted under him.
He started fucking me then. Slow at first, until he saw that I could take him, and then violently, raping me. Making me love it! I tried to pull my hands loose, to hold him, to squeeze him, to rake my nails down his back. But I could not, and my helplessness only made it more intense. I began having orgasm after orgasm, screaming and thrashing. Totally out of control. At one point I stretched my head up and began licking the sweat off of his chest, I was an animal, totally out of control.
Then I felt him tense up and I felt his cock, throbbing violently in my pussy. I knew he was filling me with his cum and I came again, one last violent orgasm.
He stayed over me for a few moments, kissing me tenderly. I felt his cock getting soft in my pussy, and I almost wept at the loss. I couldn't take any more, I needed a rest, but I didn't want it to end!
Finally he rolled off of me and lay beside me. He took me in his arms and I lay on my side next to him, with my hand on his now limp cock. Two things suddenly occurred to me. He had eaten my pussy, something not one of the other four animals I had been serving had offered to do, and he had not pulled my head down to his spent cock. And the funny thing was, I wanted to do it for him!
So I did. I moved my head down and took his limp, wet, cock into my mouth. Even totally relaxed, it was still larger than any other cock I had ever seen! I sucked him until his cock was clean, and then moved back up and lay in his arms to regain my breath.
He asked me where I learned to deep throat, and I told him about the lessons I had received from Ted's friends. He was surprised at how little experience I had. He said that no woman had ever been able to do that for him, and I was surprised at the pride I felt.
After we had rested he got up and took me to the bathroom. He handed me a prepackaged douche and even allowed me the privacy to use it! I went to the bathroom first and then followed the directions on the bottle. When I was finished, I went back into the bedroom and he took me by the hand and led me back into the bathroom. We took a nice hot shower together, soaping each other, touching, kissing. I could easily get used to this kind of abuse!
We dried off and went back into the bedroom and dressed. We sat in the living room and this time when he offered I had a drink with him.
We talked for a little while longer, always about me, he seemed to want to know all about me, how much sex I had had and with whom. And much to my surprise, I told him. I told him everything he wanted to know! I wasn't ashamed. I had been with more men this week, than I had been with in the entire preceding 23 years. I was not promiscuous, and it was not my fault if I was being made to submit to all these strange men. Well, it kind of was. But I was not doing it of my own volition.
As we talked I noticed that Nathan kept looking at his watch. I finally noticed the time myself and was surprised that almost two hours had passed. It seemed like I had just gotten there.
When the clock struck noon, Nathan got to his feet and reached for my hand. He said we were going out for a little while. I was a little disappointed, I wanted to stay and play some more, we had six hours left. I wondered where he was taking me, but I wasn't scared, he was such a kind and considerate man, I felt safe with him.
We headed for the door and on the way out he grabbed a large, professional looking video camera. I have to admit that this made me nervous. But he didn't say anything and we went out. He locked the door and we headed for the elevators.