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STORY: Luckiest Man (M/F, M/f, inc, inter, rough, anal)



The Luckiest Man in the World. (pt. 2)

A story based on a couple of friends of mine.  And he is a lucky
fucker.  But the names have been changed, and they will never know.
This story contains depictions of rough sex, an underage slut, big
scary negro dick, a mildly incestuous theme, and copious bodily
fluids.
 Get yer groove on, or find another story.

Prost.

T.

****************************************************

I knew I would be talking to Amy soon about her Daughter.  This was
going to be weird, perhaps the strangest talk of my life.  After a
week of this 14 year old girl listening to her mother get turned out
by this extremely dominant black man, a man I innocently set her up
with!  What must that girl think, if her mother in fact screamed like
she said she did.  Did she see anything?  I know Amy said he spent all
weekend with his enormous cock out when he went around the house, and
he kept Amy nude, to see her ass, shaved cunt, and huge swaying tits. 
That had to have stopped when Kirsten came home.
I am sure it did, because when Amy came to work Monday with her messy
hair and her leaking cunt, spreading her legs to stretch... It was too
much.  But by Wednesday she was back to normal.  Almost.  She dressed
a little more slutty, but it wasn't a truly noticeable difference.  I
certainly noticed.  But I always did.

So I had the lunch appointment  Friday with Amy to talk about Kirsten.
 I had met her a few times and she was very cute.  A little early-
teen pudge on her, but she looked good and had some nice young curves.
 Her tits were sweet and her face was like a little angel,  but she
felt very awkward.  Her mother was so well put together, that it was
an unfair comparison. I knew that she would grow into a fantastic body
like her mother, but that would take a few more years.  I always had a
soft spot for her.

Friday came, and we met at a little out of the way place, to avoid
office rumor, since I had a girl to go home to.  She showed up in a
professional suit with a short skirt.  She sat across from her.  She
was smiling and courteous, but looked uncomfortable when she first
sat, and whenever she moved.  I asked how she felt.

"Oh, I think you know.  Could I get more explicit?"

" I guess not" I answered.  "But you look a little more rested now
than
you did Monday."

" I was destroyed Monday.  I slept from maybe 3 till maybe 4:30 before
he started again.  And that whole hour and a half, his giant was still
in me, never really shrinking.  How much rest could a girl get.  And
to finish me off by having me, fully dressed, on my knees in the entry
way, door partially open, pumping my mouth and feeding my his cum.  He
knew I wouldn't be able to spill any with that black sweater."

She stopped for a moment.  I think she was studying me to see if she
went too far.  Was she telling me too much, and would I have to be cut
out of this?  I looked at her right back, fearless.  I had a couple of
days to get accustomed to this new Amy, re-reading the email, and
thinking about this hot bitch in front of me.  Not a demure
professional, but a seriously horny slave to black cock.
But it was Steve.  I still hadn't spoken to him about this.  He had to
know she would tell me.  I thought I knew him, but apparently I
didn't.

But she broke that thought by laughing.  I guess I passed the test,
and she continued to tell me about this new relationship without ever
pulling a punch.  She was as graphic as porn, and looked at me for
advice sometimes, but mostly to tell me what was happening to help her
understand her new life.

Today the topic was serious.  She loved her daughter and treasured
her.  Since she was a teenager herself when she had Kirsten, and she
raised her alone, she always put her daughter first.  But what about
now?  I asked her what had changed this week, since the weekend.

"Well, he is an understanding and fair man.  Just because he owns a
part of me doesn't change the realities of life.  I still have to
work, and my daughter must be cared for.  But I can't refuse his cock.
Ever.  He doesn't act overt when Kirsten is in the same room, but when
we go to bed, it is as powerful as it was the first night.  And
getting in me is as difficult as it was that first night, too.  Maybe
worse.  After he fucks me for hours, cumming 2 or 3 times in a row, I
am really torn up down there.  So when I have a work day to recover, I
come home and it is nearly swollen shut,  He has to force me open
again.  In the mornings my voice is shot from screaming.  The first
night I heard Kirsten run to my door, but I screamed 'yes!' before she
opened it, to let her know that I wanted this, no matter how hard it
was.  The door didn't open, so I didn't think about it anymore.  I
didn't think she would stay there and listen, right?"

I shrugged "Hard to say.  Depends on how curious she is."  Curious? 
What was a talking about?  Hearing your own mother get split open and
love it?  That would count as more than Curiosity.  But I asked her, "
Do you think she listened?"

"Of course," she said. " We go to our bed room at 8pm or earlier so he
can fuck me enough at night, and leave me enough sleep to work well
and still get him off before I leave.  He needs to be relieved so
much.  That is it's own problem."  She sipped her tea as we waited for
lunch.  It was like we were talking about apartment hunting.  So
normal.  "Anyway," she went on, "I know she listened because she
watched the next night."

Did the waitress hear that?  Amy clearly no longer cared who heard
what she said.  I asked her to clarify, because I thought I might have
miss-heard her.

"Steve sent me to bed and followed me in.  I was in my submissive
position on my knees and elbows, head up and ass and cunt pushed out
so he could pick which end he wanted."  She smiled that special smile
again, "He always starts up here," and she licked her lips.  "But this
time the door wasn't closed all the way.  Not wide open, but it was
ajar about an inch or two.  I didn't look too long, because he wants
me concentrating on my work.  And I didn't want to get slapped again."
She saw my look at that.  "Oh he still needs to do that when my will
tries to control my body.  When he feels my cunt muscles convulse and
tighten, trying to keep him out, he gives me a good slap across the
face to get me focused on taking him in.

"But I was able to look over to the door while he pumped my swollen
and raw cunt from behind.  He had been fucking me for 15 minutes, and
it takes at least that long just to get into my pussy canal.  After he
fucks me for an hour, my womb opens, and he can get those last few
inches all the way in me.  So we were just getting started, so to
speak, but  I had  Black Cock in me for a half an hour, at least.  Who
knows how much of it she saw, I would guess that the way her fingers
worked under that big T-shirt she wears to bed, she was watching for a
while.  Her pretty young mouth was open and she was breathing very
hard, in pants, like she had just quietly cum.  She didn't see me
looking at her.  Her little eyes were on this big black man and his
giant Black Cock pumping in and out of me.  I know she could see
everything, because Steve kept all the lights on.  She saw how sloppy
wet my cunt was, how much juice I put on him.  She might have seen
some blood on his cock while he pumped me.  I ruptured a little when
he opened me that night.  But by the time he had me on my knees I was
moaning in such ecstasy.  She had to know what heaven I was in.  I
think I was drooling I was so out of control.  My mouth wanted what my
cunt was getting.  And later I got it.

I was lying on my back on the bed with my head over the edge while he
fucked my mouth.  He is getting deeper, you know.  After the brutality
he showed my cunt, it is amazing that he is slowly working in my
throat for his cock.  He lays me down that way to open me up.  And I
am in between his legs with his hot sticky balls on my face.  In
between thrusts, I can still see my little girl watching me take it. 
She is sitting now on the floor now, and her legs are spread.  She is
still fingering herself, while this black man grips my tits and fucks
my throat.  She can see my legs are spread and my cunt is shaved.  She
sees how wrecked it is, how it is swelling up again.  She is watching
the tits that fed her get mauled.  And she is about to watch me get
fed myself.  He dumps so much jizz in my mouth, and struggle to
swallow it.  My hands are usually on his hips to pull him in, but I
stroke him to get all the drops from his heavy balls."

She stops to take another bite of her salad.  My sandwich hasn't moved
from it's plate.  She continues, "When he finished pumping into my
belly, he stepped back and pulled out of my mouth, which stayed open
and gasping.  God I loved his cum.  I looked at him with love and he
smiled at me, and then I say him look over his shoulder.  There was a
sound of panicked rushing outside the door.  He knew she was there the
whole time.  I didn't have much time to think about it, because he
wasn't done for the night."

She was finished with her lunch, and I had managed a nibble or two
with mine, but not much.  I was just trying to keep my cum in my
balls, and not squirting out my hard cock under the table.  She was
getting ready to go, and I did what I wanted to do all night, and I
dropped my keys on the floor.  I couldn't think of anything but her
cunt, after seeing it on Monday, and now knowing how abused it was. 
Under the table I looked up.  Her legs weren't crossed and I could see
right up the skirt.  There between her legs were full panties.  They
looked like white silk, but they covered her whole pussy in a very
conservative way.

I returned to the table where she was looking right at me. 

"Like what you saw?"

"Well I... Um."  I was caught.  "I wanted to see what it looked like. 
But you seem to be wearing something."

She smiled again.  "I know, they aren't really my style, but I have to
wear these.  His cum seeps out of me so slowly that I can't rinse it
out, I can't just let it fall out.  So I use these panties to collect
it and eat it when I get a chance to.  And the panties keep the smell
to a minimum.  It is such a powerful aroma, it distracts me, and I
think other women smell it, too.  I bet I could get our waitress to
lick it all out of me."

"You think she is a dyke?" 

"No, not at all.  She doesn't even think about it.  But any girl who
likes men will lose all control when the smell it.  She will have to
get just one little taste, that's all.  And with that one she is
hooked."  There was that smile again.  I challenged her to do it, but
she declined.  "What will she do when she gets all his beautiful sperm
out of me?  Will she go back to her college preppy boyfriend and love
his medium sized dick?  I don't think so.  I am 31, and she is 22,
maybe.  I have Steve and I am not going to lose him.  But that brings
me to my problem."

"What's that?" 

"You know.  Oh... I see.  You want something in return, since you
didn't get to see my cunt.  Well I suppose that is fair, these panties
aren't very sexy, are they?"  I shrugged.  "Well, I can't show you my
cunt.  I am sorry, it's that it is you.  I don't mind you seeing my
cunt when it is pretty, or when he is in me, but I can't show you now
that is so bruised and swollen."  She paused.

"I will do this for you.  Over lunch, a nice wad of his sweet cream
seeped into these drawers.  I will let you watch me eat it.  And then
I need you to tell me what to do about my exhaustion.  My cunt will
get really hurt if we keep this up, and you know what happened last
time the girl didn't keep him drained of his cum."  Actually I didn't.
 But I thought about it while we walked.  His first wife?  Maybe.  He
never said why they split apart.

I decided to stall for time so I asked, "Do you think the same will
happen to you?"

"Yes.  And it's not like I wasn't warned.  He told me he had to fuck
other girls while his wife's cunt recovered, but she couldn't take it.
 Sharing him tortured her, and the other girls were such bitches to
each other, all fighting to be the only one, when he couldn't survive
on just one.  I mean the fucking thing is hard all the time."

We were at her car.  Thank god she told me the whole story in her
answer. At least I could venture a try in here.  I looked at her, "I
get a show now?"

"I suppose that is fair" she said and leaned against her car door
facing me.  She lifted her skirt without even looking around to see
who was watching.  With her jacket open and the skirt undone I could
get a good look at her blouse, it was not quite shear, but I could see
that she was wearing a bra, but it was a half cup, that left the
nipple exposed and pressing into the fabric, then I looked down.  She
was pulling the waistband away from her flat belly, and I sneaked a
peak inside.  You could see that her vulva was swollen to a big bulge
in her panties, but inside I got a hint of the bruising that caused
it,  But then her hand dug in and blocked the view.  She reached in
deep, and I saw her wince when she touched her pussy lips, but she
still reached for more.  I thought that she was having trouble getting
any, and it obviously wasn't as big a deal as she made it.  Then she
pulled her cupped fingers out.

There was a pearly pool of cum in her fingers.  It was more than 2 of
my cums, and this was hours after her last filling.  I could smell it
now.  I wasn't attracted to it at all, it smelled too much like a
sweaty big black man.  But in her eyes, I saw something different. 
She wanted this in her mouth for the same reason I wanted it to go
away.

We felt that way for the same reasons.  She got her mouth under the
pool she held and slurped it all up, sucking each finger until it was
all gone.

She shivered when she was done.  "God that made me hot.  I need more. 
You can talk while I eat my dessert."  She reached down again to
search.  And she winced even more this time.  "  I think the
painkillers are wearing off.  It's the only way I can walk or sit
down."  She found more and continued to eat his hot Black Cum mingled
with her juices while I stood there and watched her in a parking lot
in bright daylight.

" I think it has only been a week.  And from what I saw, your puss...
Your cunt needs a little rest.  How are your jaw muscles?"

"I am great and can go for hours, but I don't know about sucking him
all weekend.  That is a long time."

Just give it a couple days.  He will lie with is to keep you.  Of
course, there is always your... Um."

"Yes?"

"Your back door."

She paused. "Oh god, I couldn't.  I mean that he would kill me.  I am
not against it, I have done it with a couple of guys, but this is
different.  We are talking about a horse in my asshole."

"It will stretch"  I told her.  "You need to practice and stretch it,
so he will have another hole to fuck."  Did I just say that?  She is
rubbing off on me.

"I don't know if my ass will be ready this weekend.  I will try and
hold him off with my award winning blowjobs."  She smiled at me and
got in the car.

"Who was the award from?" I asked.  I couldn't help but kid her a
little.  She was still my friend.

"Alpha Sigma Kappa house at Arizona state."  She saw me stare at her.

"Just kidding.  I am a good girl.  Or I was.  Up until last week.  See
ya."

And she was gone again.  I would see her at the office, but not talk
to her until monday.  I hope this weekend with Steve goes well.

Steve.  I perfectly nice guy I have known for a year or more.  I knew
he dated, he is a pretty good looking guy, doing well, so of course he
has a decent social life.  But could he possibly have this kind of
effect on all the women he fucks?  And does he fuck black women, too. 
Do they get this hypnotized by his cock, too?

I just don't know.  And my whole outlook on race and racism was
getting a big shake up, and I had to think about this.


End of part 2

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