Six-Nine Dripping Fantasies

My pupils widened when it moved on its own. The thick black shaft gave one slow, heavy twitch right in front of my face.

It was so close I could feel the heat coming off it, like a living thing breathing against my skin. The skin looked impossibly smooth, stretched tight over all that hardness, deep dark brown, almost black, shining a little under the light.

Right at the fat, swollen tip there was that small slit, pale inside like a secret mouth, already leaking one clear drop that hung there, trembling, ready to fall. I wanted to catch it with my tongue before it dropped.

Pale blue veins stood out everywhere, thick and raised like ropes under the dark surface. The biggest one ran straight along the bottom, pulsing slow and strong, feeding right into that wide, angry head.

Every time his heart beat I could see it jump a little, making the whole length lift and settle again. It looked powerful. Heavy. Too big to just look at.

My mouth went dry and wet at the same time.

I couldn't blink. I didn't want to.

My breath came out shaky. "Please..." I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for yet, just more of it, closer, filling my pussy. I wanted it in me. Its huge length against my tight hole, stretching me wide. I would die for it.

My hand immediately flew under my skirt, my eyes glued to it as I watched while I prepared myself. But before my finger could reach under my laced panties, a voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and that's when I saw it for what it was.

It wasn't a black cock like I thought. It was a sausage. One that was on the plate my colleague had now picked up.

"Huh?" I asked. I hadn't heard a word she said.

"Your lady client is here. She's asking for you." She repeated, then turned and walked away to serve her customers, leaving me catching my breath.

You're probably wondering what's wrong with me. I swear I'm not a whore who sees a cock in a sausage, but I have a reasonable explanation.

It all started a few weeks ago. I was cleaning the male bathroom when a dark-skinned handsome man walked in. He asked if he was in the right room and I said yes. He didn't give me a chance to show him to a stall or tell him I was busy cleaning, he immediately pulled down his trousers and there it was: exactly what I just imagined a few minutes ago.

His thick, huge black cock.

I'm a typical white woman. I've never even imagined being with a black man before, but right there my pussy ached and I knew I wanted it in me.

Well, I've been imagining it ever since. In fact, I even cancelled my date with Jerry, the guy I was in the talking stage with, because all I could think about was that BBC inside me.

"Millie, good to see you," I said to the woman who's been strangely coming here lately. All she does is ask for me.

"Nice to see you too, Ayda. I'll have the usual." She smiled and I nodded, pushing the menu back to my chest since she clearly didn't need it. I almost turned to leave when she caught my hand.

"Did I forget something?" I awkwardly cleared my voice.

"No, I just... my husband and I are throwing a house-warming party and I would love it if you came." She said it kindly.

My friends and I outgrew each other years ago, most of them have better jobs while I'm still struggling as a waitress. This woman has been so friendly since she started coming here, but I just didn't know how to tell her I wasn't into making friends... especially when she was part of my problem.

"I'm so sorry but-"

"Please. We're new and really trying to make friends. You know how it is for black folks." She pouted and I couldn't help but agree. "Thank you. I'm sure Lucan will be happy to see you."

"Who's Lucan?" I asked.

"My husband. You two met, remember that night when-"

"Yeah, yeah, I do." The memory was still very fresh because, remember the black cock I haven't stopped thinking about lately? Yep, it belonged to her husband. I actually met her too when she followed him into the bathroom and found us, her husband's cock all out and me staring at it. I thought she would be mad, but she was very cool about it.

Too cool, if you ask me. Since then she's been trying to get close to me.

"I'll be there," I said, swallowing hard. Actually, I don't know why I just said that. Clearly I can't keep my mind off her husband's cock.

What's going to happen when I come face to face with him tonight? Because even now I still want to feel it in me. So what the hell have I just gotten myself into?

Damn, Ayda. Now you're fucked.

I don't know what got into me, but I came. Even knowing the sinful thoughts I had about her husband, I still did.

Millie had sent me the address, and the party was surprisingly empty. Just Millie, her husband, and a man she said was her husband's friend. Right now we were seated at the dining table having dinner.

"Oh stop," Millie said playfully as her husband's friend tried to feed her with his spoon. I noticed the two were very close, and yeah, the only thing keeping me busy was thoughts of my shitty life, minimum-wage bullshit, how alone I was.

Everything was going okay. My method of not thinking about the BBC of a married man was actually working... up until I felt a hand on my leg. I nearly jumped. When I looked up, Lucan was staring right at me. He winked. I quickly turned to his wife, but she seemed occupied with his friend.

Lucan's hand didn't leave my leg. Instead it slowly dragged up my thigh. I was wearing a long skirt with a matching top, I chose long for a specific reason, but he didn't seem to mind now, and weirdly his touch felt good. Too good.

For a second I closed my eyes as my heart started racing. His hand circled higher, fingers brushing the edge of my panties under the tablecloth.

The table hid everything, but the danger of his wife being two feet away made my clit throb harder than it should have. Then it clicked his wife was literally sitting with us. I stood up fast and excused myself, saying I was headed to the bathroom, the one she'd shown me earlier.

Inside, I went straight for the sink and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wake up from the lust. But the door opened. The person I was both afraid and dying to see stepped in.

"It's occupied, hehe..." I said nervously.

He just looked at me, closed the door behind him, and locked it. I almost moved, but he strode toward me, staring like I was a little kitten he was about to devour. My pussy clenched so hard I almost came again right there.

"I know you feel it too," he said, now standing right in front of me. He brought one hand up and rested it on the side of my face. I tried not to look in his eyes, so I looked down, and there it was. His trousers were bricked up, the thick outline straining against the fabric. I couldn't look away. I could literally see the shape of it through there, heavy and ready. My heart stopped. "You can touch it."

"I..." I wanted to. So I did. I dropped to my knees and felt it through the cloth first, hot, thick, pulsing under my palm. Then, needing to see it for real, I quickly undid his zip and pulled it out. I literally gasped.

It was beautiful. Made my tits ache and go rock-hard instantly. The musky dick smell hit me like a drug. That little visible slit on the tip was already glistening. The pale blue veins stood out even more now, thick and angry as it throbbed in my hand. My heart stopped again.

"Take it," he whispered. I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the tip first. The salty pre-cum taste exploded on my tongue and made me go crazy.

I pushed forward, forcing as much as I could until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged hard. "Ohh," he groaned, reaching for my head. He guided me, fucking my mouth slow at first, then deeper. It was too huge, my jaw ached, spit ran down my chin, dripping onto my tits as I coughed and sputtered around it.

"Oh my god," I gasped, pulling off for air, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. "It's so big."

"And it will all go in you," he said, voice low and sure. My pussy clenched so hard it hurt. He told me to stand. I did. He looked me up and down. "Little white slut." I wasn't even offended, for this cock I'd be anything. "I love fucking white women," he said, eyes stripping me bare.

Then, without warning, he yanked me closer. I thought it was a kiss, but instead he growled, "Open your mouth." I did. I stuck my tongue out. He spat right on it, thick and warm. I swallowed fast. That filthy act turned me on so much my thighs were slick.

He ripped my top open, and went straight for my boobs, sucking one nipple hard while his big hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. I moaned loud, legs quivering, pressure building fast in my core.

"Ahh." I bit my bottom lip, not able to take it. My whole body was shaking.

"Now tell me," he said against my boob, teeth grazing the nipple, "where do you want me to fuck you?"

I almost screamed 'Right here' because I just wanted him to ram it in and fill me up. But he pulled back, leaving me panting and desperate, my ripped top hanging off me, skirt and panties still on.

"Why not make this even hotter?" he said. I was still lost in the after-feel of his tongue and teeth on my tits. "Why don't I fuck you on my matrimonial bed?"

"That would be... hot," I admitted. Just the thought of him pounding me on the bed he shared with his wife, on their sheets, surrounded by her smell, made me shamelessly wetter.

The wrongness, the taboo of it, had me ready to squirt right there on the bathroom floor. My mind flashed to her perfume on the pillows, her lipstick on the headboard, and how I was about to ruin it all with her husband's cock buried balls-deep in me.

I thought he was joking, until he lifted me up. We were a mess: me topless but still in my skirt, him no trousers but shirt still on. He threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and carried me upstairs to their bedroom. While he climbed the steps, I stared down at his back, broad, toned, muscles flexing under his shirt, and it made him even sexier.

We reached the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed. The mattress smelled like both of them, her lotion, his sweat, their sex. Instead of grossing me out, it made my pussy throb harder. I yanked my panties down fast, legs spread, waiting.

"You'll never forget this day," he whispered, unbuttoning his shirt slow, eyes locked on my bare tits and dripping cunt.

He was right. I didn't even want to forget this day. Looking at him, huge black cock bobbing, thick and veiny, ready to wreck me, I was sure this was about to be the best fuck of my life.

But just as I finished that thought, the door opened. Millie stepped in.

I jumped off the bed, scrambling to cover my boobs with my arms, heart slamming. "I swear it's not what it looks like," I blurted the universal lie.

Damn.

Yes, I was aware that last time Millie chose to ignore it. I figured she was a woman without insecurities, but this... there was no explaining this.

"I'm just gonna..." I figured I didn't owe her that much. I mean, I've known the bitch for a few weeks. It wasn't entirely my fault her husband wanted to get into my pants, well, we did more than that, but still, I'm very single. If anything, he's the one who swore to not cheat on her, not me. "I'm gonna-"

"Don't cover your boobs. I love them." I almost tiptoed out of the room when I heard Millie say it. It stopped me. I slowly met her eyes, she wasn't joking. "They must be round, right? What size do you wear?" She asked, now coming toward me. I thought it was a trick until I saw her husband walk to the bedroom bench, pull his shirt off, sit down, and start stroking his cock again.

"W-what's happening?" I nervously asked as Millie circled me. This was very weird.

"Why do you think I wanted to be friends?" she asked. I really had no idea. "I was going to complain to the chef when I saw you bent down trying to get something." She said, and I had no clue what she was talking about.

"I don't understand."

"Truth is..." She smacked my ass so hard the sting radiated long after her hand left. The sharp crack echoed in the room, my cheek burning hot, pussy clenching from the surprise pain mixed with filthy want. "I like your ass."

"So... you wanted someone to do a threesome with?" I asked, somehow getting it. "Aren't you two married?"

"Oh yes we are, and no, we didn't want a threesome." She stopped in front of me. I stayed frozen, still confused. She told me to open my mouth. I did, I don't know why. Then she slid four fingers in. "Look at me." She instructed. She was a bit taller, so I looked up. I imagined she saw my eyes roll back as she pushed deeper, making me gag hard. Then she roughly pulled out, leaving me coughing and drooling.

"My wife is a watcher," Lucan said from the bench, still stroking his cock, it grew thicker, veins popping as he pumped slowly. "And she likes women."

"She's a lesbian," I said, but he shook his head.

"A woman pleaser. She likes watching women get fucked. It's what turns her on. Especially if I'm the one fucking." He revealed. That's when my eyes flew to Millie. She'd stripped out of her dress, now in black lingerie that hugged her curves like sin. She exuded power, sexy, but in a dominatrix way, straight out of porn. She looked like one of those porn stars who own the room.

"I get my pleasure from watching," she said, stopping right in front of me. Then she grabbed my chin. I obediently looked at her, not knowing how to react. Honestly, I'd never seen anything like this, but something in me was teased and I liked the feeling. My nipples were so hard they hurt, pussy dripping down my thighs just from her commanding stare, like she already owned me.

"I'll help you take my husband's cock," she said. I don't know why I nodded, God knows all I wanted was that cock. Then, without warning, she slammed her lips against mine and kissed me. Her tongue teased in and out, sliding deep. It was more pleasurable when I didn't kiss back, she had total control, licking my tongue, biting my bottom lip, hands roaming over my boobs, pinching nipples until I whimpered into her mouth.

"Oh my god, you're so hot," she whispered between kisses, like she was starving for it. "Fuck. I'm about to cum right now." Her fingers slid down into my panties. I closed my eyes, feeling her touch my pussy, she knew exactly where to rub, circling my clit slow then fast. Standing there, my toes curled hard in pleasure, legs shaking.

"Ooh." That was Lucan. I opened my eyes, he was watching us carefully, stroking his own cock faster.

"You can't wait to put it in her tight pussy, can you?" Millie asked, pulling away. Lucan groaned in response. "She's ready," she said. Lucan stood up. I was still catching my breath.

Lucan reached us, grabbed his wife roughly, and kissed her deep. I watched, it was so hot, their tongues tangling in a messy French kiss. My mouth watered just seeing it. After a moment they pulled apart. Lucan looked at me, no words. He sat on the bed, legs spread wide, cock standing straight up, twitching on its own with every heartbeat.

Millie came back to me and slammed her mouth on mine again, this time full of saliva. She dropped it into my mouth, thick and warm. Then she instructed, "Bend over and suck my husband's cock."

I did, bent at the waist without kneeling. My mouth reached for that huge, heavenly cock. My mouth was already full of her spit, and from the minty taste I could tell she'd collected it from him earlier. The mint mixed with his musky pre-cum on my tongue, dirty, wrong, perfect.

As I took him in, Lucan grabbed my hair, guiding me down slow. Millie knelt behind me. Her tongue suddenly reached between my ass cheeks. I'd never done that before – before I could react or pull away, her wet tongue flicked over my hole, circling, pushing in a little. Shivers shot through my whole body, pussy clenching around nothing.

Then a voice from the door: "Don't start without me?"

I wanted to jump, but I couldn't, Millie had my hips pinned, Lucan's grip on my hair kept me locked on his cock. The voice was clear: Lucan's friend. Evan, if my memory was right, the one I assumed was sleeping with Millie.

"We're just getting started. Come in," Millie said.

First I was overwhelmed with pleasure and didn't think too much about it. Then I felt another hard cock press against my side, thick, hot, same size as Lucan's. "Let me also have her mouth, Lucan," Evan said. Lucan let go. Before I could catch my breath, Evan shoved his cock in my mouth with force. It hit the back of my throat, making those two dangly things gag me hard. Spit poured out, running down my chin.

"That's right," Millie whispered against my ass, her breath hot entering my asshole, sending shivers everywhere. "You'll take my husband and his best friend's cocks."

Two huge black cocks?

My head spun as shame burned my edges, but my pussy was soaked, aching to be filled.