this is a story I wrote for my girlfriend. She's obsessed with this fantasy since a very long time (me too).
When the Summer nights come, the powerful heat of the sun stored up inside the Earth is slowly released in the air. Then, it makes everything vibrate: the aroused crickets lead a musical orgy, the late-night cats fight each other, and the stars twinkle through a dry, lipid sky. It’s the time of the wide-opened windows, drinking in avidly the coolness of the night wind, welcoming the stellar light on our sweating bodies.
On our bed, my sleep hunting is fruitless. I have to count entire legions of sleep-walking sheep. I’m travelling over motionless miles when I wave under our sheets in order to find some kind of peace. But it’s useless: I’m suffocating.
Against you, my dear, my eyes are wide open. I’m contemplating your unreal curves drawn by the shadows of the moonlight; I’m surveying the regular motion of your breath; I’m spying your most subtle reactions when I try to touch you.
What can I do? I’m listening to the fresh breeze through the forest’s leaves, all around us. Everything is so quiet, and yet my blood is boiling because… I know he’s here, ready to join us.
This great well-behaved women’s predator, purveyor of pleasures and thrills, is preparing himself just a few meters away of us. Through the partition between our bedroom and the guestroom, I can hear him. He’s undressing. The metallic sounds of his belt buckle, the muffled rustling of his clothes and his little laughs reach my ears. I know he’s enjoying his lust for you… and you, asleep, are aware of nothing.
A few minutes later, his steps echo in the corridor. He’s walking with a sure, conquering pace. No hesitations can hinder his victorious march toward you. At last, a powerful hand is grabbing the handle of the main door… and very slowly, it’s pivoting on its axis.
An impressive silhouette appears. In the dark, I can make out his smile. The muscles of his black body are shining. They are catching that strange light, and reveal the strength and the young energy burning inside him. His breath is relaxed: quiet. He knows that he owns us.
Did you feel it? That young African student you wanted so much to take in our house is lusting for you. In front of me, an avalanche of centimetres stands to salute your voluptuous beauty. A thick column made of black flesh, ended by a bulbous glans, is extending, fluttering, following his heart’s beat while some drops of impatience come out on the meatus. I admire that fantastic vision, I can’t help it.
The last meters… and he’s stopping a moment. He’s looking at me. He’s watching my reactions.
I can feel his inquiring eyes on me, as well as the intensity of his will to dominate. My heart is pumping so hard that I’m trembling. I think about our conversation about your dark secrets, about that crazy idea that I suggested to you, about my own desires. Then, while I’m looking at this gorgeous African male, I grab the sheets of our bed, and I answer the black man’s question by uncovering a free room: a sigh of satisfaction gets away from his mouth.
The wood of our bed is singing under the pressure of his weight, and yet you are staying undisturbed, asleep and happy. You still turn your back on the black pleasure attracted by the whiteness of your hips.
I’m kissing your neck, your lips and your nose. A smile is growing now on your face, you are encouraging me, but it’s a black hand and not mine that is caressing your thighs, your belly, and seize your breasts. Those caresses are puzzling, because you don’t understand the geography of my body anymore. If I’m kissing you, how could you feel my manhood against your buttocks?
Gradually you are surfacing. Then, without a word, another dream takes place inside your head.
Your eyes are widening! I love that expression. You are trying to understand that mystery. You doubt, but those black hands on your arms confirm your reasoning. Yes, oh yes, he’s here, in our bed… against you…
Are you afraid? I notice that you can’t talk to me. So, when you open your mouth, I want to taste a passionate kiss that seems to last an eternity.
We are intertwining; deeply in love with each other, but the stiffness of your moves betray your state of mind: you don’t know how to react.
What could you say while some foreign hands are touching shamelessly your naked body? How to react while your breasts are knead, your belly is stroked by a stranger, while you can feel the kisses of your fantasy on your shoulders? And don’t forget that erected black penis, full of promises against your butt, which is waiting my final signal to penetrate you… in front of me… can you let it seduce you ?
You are whispering to my ears: “My darling… oh my God, you are crazy… do you really love me enough to do that?”
I’m answering: “Enough to do what?”
Again, you can’t speak anymore, but with a lot of efforts you end up to tell me: “Enough to watch me have sex with an other man….”
I’m smiling in order to reassure you. I’m taking your hand; I’m leading it to my crotch. There, you understand how big my own arousal is. I feel an extreme pleasure in my body, because I’m showing you my own desires… I’m naked in front of my Queen. You are kissing me again. You are so happy!
“I love you so much, you little pervert!”.
Then, straight away you are touching your African lover’s body, and you are saying with a little voice, full of joy : “Please, make love to me… I want to feel your cock inside me, my beautiful lover… my beautiful black, African lover!”
The young black man answers: “With great joy, white woman”.
Yes, you can feel his hands leading his penis into your vagina. You are thrilling, you are trembling. Afterwards, he buries lightly the tip of his glans, he’s lubricating it with your loving fluids, and then, he’s grasping hold of your hips and… he’s penetrating you very, very deeply.
You are holding me in your arms with all your strength, because you need my skin against yours at this very moment. It calms you, it reassures you.
Little by little, the long, thick black penis is sliding inside you. It’s stealing some moans to you. You can feel your vagina blooming under the continuous progression of the invader. You are welcoming it with such joy and love! The inner surface of your sex is following closely the massive shapes of this dominant organ.
In my mind, I tell to myself :”A black man is making love to my beloved fiancée, yes, he is fucking her and she loves it… our fantasy is accomplished… she’s on the verge of been Africanized”, and it improves my arousal.
Pitiless, the young predator is burring is cock until the point where its meat touches the cervix of your uterus. He’s glad to own you. His jubilation is obvious, because he is fulfilling his need to fuck a white women in front of her white boyfriend. He enjoys his sexual victory. And you, white female owned by her black male, you are closing your blue eyes, and you enjoy the moment too.
He’s here !
When the Summer nights come, the powerful heat of the sun stored up inside the Earth is slowly released in the air. Then, it makes everything vibrate: the aroused crickets lead a musical orgy, the late-night cats fight each other, and the stars twinkle through a dry, lipid sky. It’s the time of the wide-opened windows, drinking in avidly the coolness of the night wind, welcoming the stellar light on our sweating bodies.
On our bed, my sleep hunting is fruitless. I have to count entire legions of sleep-walking sheep. I’m travelling over motionless miles when I wave under our sheets in order to find some kind of peace. But it’s useless: I’m suffocating.
Against you, my dear, my eyes are wide open. I’m contemplating your unreal curves drawn by the shadows of the moonlight; I’m surveying the regular motion of your breath; I’m spying your most subtle reactions when I try to touch you.
What can I do? I’m listening to the fresh breeze through the forest’s leaves, all around us. Everything is so quiet, and yet my blood is boiling because… I know he’s here, ready to join us.
This great well-behaved women’s predator, purveyor of pleasures and thrills, is preparing himself just a few meters away of us. Through the partition between our bedroom and the guestroom, I can hear him. He’s undressing. The metallic sounds of his belt buckle, the muffled rustling of his clothes and his little laughs reach my ears. I know he’s enjoying his lust for you… and you, asleep, are aware of nothing.
A few minutes later, his steps echo in the corridor. He’s walking with a sure, conquering pace. No hesitations can hinder his victorious march toward you. At last, a powerful hand is grabbing the handle of the main door… and very slowly, it’s pivoting on its axis.
An impressive silhouette appears. In the dark, I can make out his smile. The muscles of his black body are shining. They are catching that strange light, and reveal the strength and the young energy burning inside him. His breath is relaxed: quiet. He knows that he owns us.
Did you feel it? That young African student you wanted so much to take in our house is lusting for you. In front of me, an avalanche of centimetres stands to salute your voluptuous beauty. A thick column made of black flesh, ended by a bulbous glans, is extending, fluttering, following his heart’s beat while some drops of impatience come out on the meatus. I admire that fantastic vision, I can’t help it.
The last meters… and he’s stopping a moment. He’s looking at me. He’s watching my reactions.
I can feel his inquiring eyes on me, as well as the intensity of his will to dominate. My heart is pumping so hard that I’m trembling. I think about our conversation about your dark secrets, about that crazy idea that I suggested to you, about my own desires. Then, while I’m looking at this gorgeous African male, I grab the sheets of our bed, and I answer the black man’s question by uncovering a free room: a sigh of satisfaction gets away from his mouth.
The wood of our bed is singing under the pressure of his weight, and yet you are staying undisturbed, asleep and happy. You still turn your back on the black pleasure attracted by the whiteness of your hips.
I’m kissing your neck, your lips and your nose. A smile is growing now on your face, you are encouraging me, but it’s a black hand and not mine that is caressing your thighs, your belly, and seize your breasts. Those caresses are puzzling, because you don’t understand the geography of my body anymore. If I’m kissing you, how could you feel my manhood against your buttocks?
Gradually you are surfacing. Then, without a word, another dream takes place inside your head.
Your eyes are widening! I love that expression. You are trying to understand that mystery. You doubt, but those black hands on your arms confirm your reasoning. Yes, oh yes, he’s here, in our bed… against you…
Are you afraid? I notice that you can’t talk to me. So, when you open your mouth, I want to taste a passionate kiss that seems to last an eternity.
We are intertwining; deeply in love with each other, but the stiffness of your moves betray your state of mind: you don’t know how to react.
What could you say while some foreign hands are touching shamelessly your naked body? How to react while your breasts are knead, your belly is stroked by a stranger, while you can feel the kisses of your fantasy on your shoulders? And don’t forget that erected black penis, full of promises against your butt, which is waiting my final signal to penetrate you… in front of me… can you let it seduce you ?
You are whispering to my ears: “My darling… oh my God, you are crazy… do you really love me enough to do that?”
I’m answering: “Enough to do what?”
Again, you can’t speak anymore, but with a lot of efforts you end up to tell me: “Enough to watch me have sex with an other man….”
I’m smiling in order to reassure you. I’m taking your hand; I’m leading it to my crotch. There, you understand how big my own arousal is. I feel an extreme pleasure in my body, because I’m showing you my own desires… I’m naked in front of my Queen. You are kissing me again. You are so happy!
“I love you so much, you little pervert!”.
Then, straight away you are touching your African lover’s body, and you are saying with a little voice, full of joy : “Please, make love to me… I want to feel your cock inside me, my beautiful lover… my beautiful black, African lover!”
The young black man answers: “With great joy, white woman”.
Yes, you can feel his hands leading his penis into your vagina. You are thrilling, you are trembling. Afterwards, he buries lightly the tip of his glans, he’s lubricating it with your loving fluids, and then, he’s grasping hold of your hips and… he’s penetrating you very, very deeply.
You are holding me in your arms with all your strength, because you need my skin against yours at this very moment. It calms you, it reassures you.
Little by little, the long, thick black penis is sliding inside you. It’s stealing some moans to you. You can feel your vagina blooming under the continuous progression of the invader. You are welcoming it with such joy and love! The inner surface of your sex is following closely the massive shapes of this dominant organ.
In my mind, I tell to myself :”A black man is making love to my beloved fiancée, yes, he is fucking her and she loves it… our fantasy is accomplished… she’s on the verge of been Africanized”, and it improves my arousal.
Pitiless, the young predator is burring is cock until the point where its meat touches the cervix of your uterus. He’s glad to own you. His jubilation is obvious, because he is fulfilling his need to fuck a white women in front of her white boyfriend. He enjoys his sexual victory. And you, white female owned by her black male, you are closing your blue eyes, and you enjoy the moment too.
