Incest/Taboo Catherine's Joy

A lovely woman who goes by Catherine reached out to me to talk about her life (both real and fantasy) after reading "The Cameron Solution." The result of our correspondence is this story. I think it's pretty good and hope to hear your comments on it (of course, if interracial fiction isn't your cup of tea, you should pass on it to begin with), be they pro or con.

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within exist only in my (and Catherine's) imagination. Enjoy!

I keep glancing over at the doorman as I fumble with the elevator buttons, acting as if they weren't working even as a shiver of desire snaked its way through my body. I offer him a coy smile as he slowly walks over towards me, his gray uniform contrasting starkly with his dark, almost utterly black skin. He smiles at me as he approached and says in a soft and gravely voice, "Problems with the lift, Mrs. Henderson?"

"I'm not sure," I reply in almost a whisper. "I believe I could use some help."

He pushes the button for the penthouse and the door swiftly opens up. "Maybe I should ride up with you, make sure everything works right."

I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out so I just nod. He ushers me into the elevator car and then pushes the button for my suite. As the door closes and the lift jerks into motion, the doorman turns to me, moving to me, towering over me as I back against the elevator wall. He reaches out and strokes a long, thick finger along my cheek and then runs it back and forth against my lips. "You still need some help, Mrs. Henderson?"

"Oh yes," I moan as I open my lips and then begin sucking on his finger, looking up into his large dark eyes as I do so. Suddenly, my coat is gone and I am standing there in a short, black cocktail dress, the hem much too short for a sixty-year old woman. The doorman's free hand reaches out and fingers the low cut front of my dress and with one violent tug, rips the dress from my body, revealing my nakedness underneath. "Yes, please, oh god, I need your help."

He turns away and presses the emergency button and the elevator car jerks violently to a halt. He turns back, suddenly as naked as me, his body big and solid, black skin gleaming in the overhead light. I run my hands over his warm skin as he slips his finger from my mouth and replaces it with his tongue, his lips pressing firmly against mine.

My hands travel down his chest and around his waist, stroking and caressing his taut butt cheeks before moving to his groin and then wrapping itself around something that cannot possibly be his cock. "Soooo big," I moan as I break our kiss and look down at the huge black cock in my grasp. I feel my wetness splattering against my thighs even as he lifts me up into the air and with my back pressing against the elevator wall, presses the huge head of his black penis against my flowered pussy. "It's just what I need!" I croon as he thrusts into me, spreading me wide as he worms his cock into me with a relentless pressure.

My words disintegrate into a primal scream as inch after inch of African-American cock buries itself inside me, joining the sudden shrill cry of the emergency stop alarm. My short legs try and wrap themselves around the doorman's waist as he chuckles and hunches into me more, each movement of his hips bringing me closer to possessing all his long, thick member.

His tongue rolls over my lips and he laughingly snarls, "That's my little white bitch...just a black cock slut, ain't you? Feel you cumming all over my hard, black dick. I'll help you alright, I'll fuck your white ass till you scream for mercy." He flexes his hips, making me sob with pleasure as he buries the last of his huge black snake in my wet, pulsating cunt while he leans in closer and whispers into my ear, "Then I'll keep fucking you and make you cum forever!.

And he does. The doorman, his skin glistening with sweat fucks me hard and furious, my petite white body a toy in his hands, and making me cum and cum with just the way his massive cock throbs inside me. The elevator seems to shake with every thrust, the dull steel walls sometimes going transparent, letting in bursts of sunshine that mirrors the pleasure roaring inside me. "Fuck me...FUCK ME WITH THAT BLACK COCK, GODDAMMIT!" I scream as he thrusts into me again and again, his torso battering my body even as his wonderful cock batters my pussy. The beauty of the moment is only marred by the jarring noise of the elevator alarm, a vague distraction dwarfed my his massive pole impaling itself in my sopping wet pussy!

I feel his body begins to tense, his cock swelling inside me and I know I am approaching nirvana and will be having the orgasm of my life when I feel his hot seed pouring into my womb. I feel a flood of incredible heat and I scream with the delight as the alarm screeches in my ear and my orgasm begins to overwhelm me as...

...I woke up, my body tangled amidst my sweaty silk sheets, my orgasm so damn close and yet fading as each second passed and I returned to the real world. On the bedside table next to me, the alarm from my cell phone cried irritatingly into my ears. With shaky hands I reached out and silenced the thing, almost in tears over my lost dream and climax. I scissor my legs, feeling my swollen labia rub against each other. I feel a shiver pass through me, partly sexual and partly a chill as the sweat on my body begins to evaporate.

I hear a noise coming from the master bathroom and turn to see my husband coming out, fastening his cuff links. His sixty-six years were showing as I realized his hairline has receded more, the gray trim that was all that was left of his hair was now almost white. His pale skin was mottled with age spots and I wondered where the handsome Paul Newman look-a-like I fell in love with in college so long ago had gone. When he noticed I was awake, he smiled down at me and said, "Good morning darling...rise and shine."

I moaned as I stretched, the sheets pulling away from my body and it made me feel good to see his eyes roaming approvingly over my sixty-year old frame. Years of fastidious and dedicated work had paid off. We both knew that I didn't look like I was nearly old enough to collect Social Security.

My petite five foot two frame could still fit perfectly into my wedding dress and my hairdresser had skillfully hidden any sign of gray in my short, blonde hair. My legs still could turn a man's head and I was no shyer about wearing a short skirt now at sixty, than I had been at twenty. My breasts sagged a little, but still hung attractively on my chest. My nipples, usually small and barely noticeable were hard and erect from my erotic dream and my general condition wasn't lost on my husband.

Cliff sat down on the edge of bed and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Another dirty dream, Catherine?" he said in an amused voice. "Anyone I know?"

I purred as I slipped a hand down between my legs, fingers slipping through the little patch of now snow white pubic hair above my pussy before spreading my moist lips apart. "Stephen...the daytime doorman."

Cliff's eyes rose up in surprise. "He would be quite...formidable, I would think. I'm surprised you haven't actually had him."

I laughed and sat up and kissed my husband softly. "Well, not every married man is susceptible to my charms."

Cliff stood up and shaking his head, moved towards the door. "Well, don't give up, darling," he said as he picked up his suit jacket from a chair and shrugged it on. "Do you have a busy day?"

I climbed out of the bed and stretched again as I gave his question some consideration. "Not too much special planned." I paused as I recalled, "Oh, I believe I am interviewing a possible new employee today."

My husband laughed and nodded. "Well, don't overdo it. Your last new employee interview put you in bed for three days."

I giggled as I replied, "True, but he was in bed with me the whole time too."

"You're a terrible slut, Catherine Henderson," Cliff shot back and then grinned. "Any plans for tonight...and this weekend?"

I shook my head in the negative and said, "Nothing firm so far, dear."

Cliff smiled and said, "Well, give me a call when you do so I can plan accordingly. Love you, Catherine."

"I love you, too," I replied, watching my husband walk through our penthouse suite towards the front door. I watched him leave, wondering the whole time how I wound up with such a wonderful man. I glanced at the time and got moving. I had a schedule to keep. I took a quick shower, orgasmic aftershocks teasing me as I soaped and caressed my body, leaving me with a lovely afterglow as I admired myself in the bathroom mirror.

I had to admit for maybe the thousandth time that people's comments about my resemblance to the actress Florence Henderson were pretty much dead on...what with my petite and shapely frame, big eyes, damn fine legs and that short, boyish bob that we both still wore...some looks never go out of style. Combine that with the coincidence of us both having the same last name and the comparisons were even more easily understood. Of course, I've done things that likely made Carol Brady look like a prudish saint...things she never dreamed of doing.

I quickly dressed, choosing a white summer dress with a diving neckline and which ended a few inches above my knees and three inch heels. I was picking up my purse when the doorman buzzed and announced that my driver was here. I made my way down quickly, a silly smile on my face as remnants of my dream echoed in the very familiar elevator car. Stephen, the doorman held the door for me as I climbed into the towncar, tipping his hat at me as he murmured, "Morning, Mrs. Henderson."

I felt myself blush a little as I scooted over in the seat, my dress riding up to offer him a revealing glimpse of my thighs. I felt renewed moisture between my thighs as I tracked his eyes taking in the accidental exposure...well, mostly accidental.

Stephen closed the door and I looked forward at my chauffer, Thomas, another handsome black man, much younger than Stephen. "Ma'am," he said, "To the office?"

"Yes, dear and Thomas, you don't have to call me ma'am. You've fucked me until I couldn't see straight. A man and a woman who've known each other that intimately should always be on a first name basis."

In his rear view mirror, I saw my driver grin and he replied as he eased into the Manhattan traffic, "Yes, ma...Catherine." A few moments of silence passed as we drove past the Dakota and then he added. "Of course, it's been a while, hasn't it?" His eyes caught mine as he looked at me in the mirror again.

I licked my lips and replied, "Why, it has been a couple of months, Thomas. If that girlfriend of yours can spare you, maybe you and I could have dinner one night next week. Of course, maybe Alicia is more than enough for you."

Thomas chuckled and said, "She is one fine fuck, Ma...Catherine, but she's a young white woman. Sometimes a man needs more than a young pussy...he needs a real woman...an experienced woman who appreciates a fine nigger cock."

I felt myself getting wetter between my legs and I was tempted to have him turn the town car around and take me back home, but...as much of a slut that I am, I am also a responsible businesswoman and I have always subscribed to the notion that one must always take care of business. Still, it never hurt to nail down details. "Next Wednesday evening, Thomas? I'll cook for you too. Do me a favor though."

"What would that be, Catherine?" He looked in the mirror at me expectantly.

"Fuck little Alicia before you come over and don't clean up. I've not tasted her on you in quite a while and it will take the edge off your...needs and allow you to give me a proper dicking with that fine black cock of yours."

I could see Thomas's eyes go wide at my lewd comment and then he chuckled, "For you, Catherine...anything." He glanced down towards his lap. "Might have to hurry home on my lunch hour today and give her a good dicking, Catherine – black cock slut like you already has me hard as a rock."

We were pulling up to the brownstone where my business took up all five floors. As I stepped out, I leaned back and in smiled at my chauffer. "Thomas, I plan to stay in the office all day – take the rest of the morning off. A cock as fine as yours deserves to not be rushed. I want to hear Alicia screaming clear across town!"

I could hear Thomas laughing as he pulled away and I went up the steps to "Catherine's Joy," my relatively new, but growing business.

"Good morning, Catherine," called out Mandy from behind her command center. Mandy, a beautiful young woman not quite half my age was my receptionist, personal assistant, and assistant manager all rolled into one. Tall and leggy with a long, blonde mane, she offered me a smile that could make most men begin shucking their pants and more than a few women soak their panties.

She rose up with a clipboard and came around her desk, her long legs looking shapely in a miniskirt and four inch heels. "We're looking good this morning, booked up all day long, the guys are here and waiting for you and you have a new prospect coming at 10:00." Mandy looked at me coyly and grinned, "Of course, I'd be happy to um...interview the new guy for you." She licked her lips and winked.

"I'm sure you would, but then who would run my business for me and make me richer?" I kissed her on the lips, chastely, but with love and then began moving towards the stairs to my office. "Who's up to bat today?"

Mandy looked down at her clipboard and said, "Tony, Big Al, Marcus, Allan and Alfonso." She smiled up at me and said, "They're all cleaned up and waiting for you...Alfonso was waiting for you when I got here. I think he likes the beginning of the day preparations."

I winked back at her and said, "So do I...and so do you. That's why you love it when I take a day off. Go ahead, send them on up!"

Inside my office, I glanced at my desk and noted that there was nothing consequential waiting for me...that was good, I hate having other things on my mind when I'm focusing on my work. I rolled my executive chair out from behind my desk and sat down facing the door as a shiver of anticipation went through me. There was a knock at the door and when I said a bit hoarsely, "Please come in," five young African-American men marched into the room, making my heart beat a little faster.

All were very dark skinned, wearing nothing but white terry cloth robes that emphasized their darkness. "Gather around, Gentlemen...let's get the day started. All five stepped up, gathering around me in a semi-circle. As if cued, they all shucked their robes simultaneously and I couldn't help but moan a little as I beheld their delicious bodies. None were over twenty-five years old and all possessed heavily muscled, sculpted bodies that put me in mind of Michelangelo's David, but with massive penises that would have put the old Hebrew king to shame.

I leaned forward and took Tony's black cock in my hand, slowly stroking the already erect member in my hand, marveling at its girth and length. The huge plum shaped head was already dripping with precum. "Someone's primed," I murmured as I reached out with my tongue and gave his dripping pisshole a lick.

"Yes ma'am," he replied, his hand coming up and cupping the back of my head. "Yesterday was my day off...didn't fuck nobody and didn't jerk off. I've been hard since I woke up knowing you were gonna be sucking my black cock!"

I gurgled approvingly, my lips spread wide to accommodate his thickness as I began to suck his erection, my tongue rolling hungrily over his throbbing flesh. I looked up into his clean cut face, savoring the smile I had put there almost as much as I savored the taste of his cock in my mouth. As I sucked my young black man off, I caressed his testicles, feeling their fullness and heat.

Tony was definitely on edge, it only took a couple of minutes before his breathing quickened and he murmured, "Here it comes, you black loving cocksucker!" Then he was exploding in my mouth, hot torrents of sweet tasting semen that splattered against the back of my throat and then flowed like steaming cream over my tongue, filling my mouth with a load of sperm that only a young man could produce.

I sucked him dry before turning to the next swollen black cock – Marcus's very long penis and even as I swallowed the last of Tony's load, I was taking Marcus's long dong deep into my mouth, trying as I had so many times before to deep-throat him and as always, never quite accomplishing it. "Mmmmm – yeah, white boss lady likes her black cock in the morning," he growled as he pumped his hips into my face, thrusting his penis deep down my throat as I struggled to master the urge to choke as his swollen head pressed into my gullet.

"Suck me, white bitch," Marcus hissed, his street voice making me wetter with each word he spoke. He was a long and lean young man, arms and legs roped with wiry muscle and his stomach was rock hard with six-pack abs. Even though he was usually a soft-spoken young man with a trace of an upstate New York accent, he could turn on the street tough persona that so many of my clients loved. "You want a black man's jism, you gotta work at it, you little whore...black man's whore!"

By the time I got Marcus off, my panties were soaked through and I could smell my own arousal, the strong aroma of pussy mixing with his slightly salty semen as it gushed into my mouth. I sucked him clean and then sucked him a little more until he began to laugh and tried to pull away as I asserted dominance in the situation. I was a black man's whore when it came to cock, but in the end, it never hurt to remind him who really owned his magnificent black cock. Only when he began to moan as I overloaded his pleasure center with my furious tongue action on his sensitive cock flesh, did I let him slip from my mouth.

I felt a dollop of his hot semen on the corner of my mouth and I expertly tongued it off and swallowed it and said perkily, "Next!" Allan stepped up and I crooned with pleasure. Allan had been with me for six months and had become a quick favorite...his length was just a little above average, but his girth...he was incredibly thick and while he wouldn't ever pierce one's deepest places, no-one could make you feel more filled up with cock than he had. I opened my mouth wide, my lips spread so much it almost hurt, but I knew he was on the verge of cumming the moment I rolled my tongue over his monstrous cock head. That was my dear Allan...his first time of the day was always on a hair trigger, but after I drank his thick semen, he could go for hours between ejaculations, capable of fucking a woman into a coma.

"Thank you, Mrs. Henderson," he said in a whisper as he pulled back past my aching lips, his semen hot and thick as I swallowed it.

Suddenly, I was in shadow as Big Al loomed up. "You ready for your daily meat, bitch?" he hissed menacingly – his six foot- eight inches a solid mass of rock hard muscle, not the least of which was roughly a foot of thick cock. His hand came up behind my head and held me in place as he pressed his angry cock head against my lips, forcing them open effortlessly and unthinkingly, acting as it didn't matter what I wanted. I moaned happily as his hands clamped down on my cheeks and he began to fuck my mouth. "Yeah...you a black cock slut, Catherine...you live for what only a black man can offer. Eat that big stick...suck it, choke on it, you little white bitch."

Big Al was one of the most popular of my employees, frightening and sexy to the many white female clients who paid to be mastered by the huge African American male who was fucking my face furiously, seemingly oblivious to my futile struggling as he tried to bury all of his immense cock down my throat, making me cough and choke as he blocked up my airway, his black member throbbing so strongly I could feel the blood pulsing in his huge vein against the soft lining of my throat.

Only when he began to cum, his thick, hot semen gushing into my mouth did he relent and become mine, crooning, "YESYESYES, my white bitch's got a sweet mouth on her," his perpetually angry face softening and mellowing as he reveled in ejaculating his sweet seed on my tongue. With a happy shudder, he let me go and staggered back, his smile nearly angelic.

"Oh, Senora Henderson," sighed my last young black man – the only one not truly African American, but Cuban, a refugee that Mandy had met while vacationing in Miami and who had won me over the first hour we had met. Alfonso was the darkest skinned of all my employees and I confess that the blacker my lover, the more aroused I get. I don't trouble myself much with wondering why I prefer black lovers over white or why the darker they are, the sexier I find them, preferring instead to just revel in the awareness of how they feel on me, their dark skin contrasting with my white flesh and of course how they feel inside of me and how they fulfill my needs.

His cock was beautiful, long and thick...one of God's masterpieces – the kind of cock that a white woman could sell her soul for. "I love your mouth, Senora Henderson...your sweet mamacita mouth...a mother's loving mouth."

I stroked his long erection and giggled at his naughty talk – he had a mother-son fetish that knew no boundaries and it turned me on to respond in kind. "Come give Momma what she needs, son!" I breathed, voice thick with a mouth full of semen. "Let Momma suck her baby's cock.

"Oh, I love you, Momma Henderson," Alfonso moaned, lost in the moment, his hips moving in rhythm with my bobbing head as I slid my lips up and down his thick meat, loving how his helmet shaped head rubbed against the back of my throat, leaking precum that trickled teasingly down my throat. I gazed up into his eyes which were fixed on me, his dark brown eyes full of love and need. Not for the first time I wondered where his kink came from and I felt my own juices running down my thighs as I imagined a dark skinned version of myself kneeling before her son and pleasuring him in just this fashion before he began his work day, envying her all the many days of having the taste of his semen in her mouth all day long, knowing that his fine and loving cock would return at the end of the day.

I think Alfonso could read my thoughts as his eyes glazed over and he whispered, "Oh, Momma – I love you so much!" Then he was cumming in my mouth – an explosion of hot sperm that I could barely contain, sweet and tangy and so uniquely Alfonso as I sucked and swallowed, not spilling a drop of his precious seed.

When he finally pulled away, cock still nearly erect, I took several deep breathes, licked my lips and gazed at all my handsome black men. All were smiling lustily, all but Alfonso already fully erect. "You are all so beautiful and delicious," I purred. "Now, go make me proud – pleasure all those horny white bitches that love your big black cocks so much!"

I stood up on shaky legs and kissed each one in send-off, enjoying their familiar gropes and caresses as I pressed my cum-smeared lips against each one's mouth. My men filed out, Big Al closing the door behind him as I returned to my desk and activated my monitors. I donned my headset and said, "Are we ready, Mandy?"

"I have three very horny ladies sitting in the lobby, Boss. Two of them look as if they'll go down on each other soon if they don't get access to some cock," she replied in my ear.

"Well, tell them 'Catherine's Joy' is open for business and send them upstairs," I said happily. "Manhattan's top black cock brothel awaits them." I leaned back and grinned, something I had done everyday for nearly five years, ever since I had been inspired to provide a badly needed service for the horny, married white women of New York City – all the black cock they could fuck or suck.

I watched with carnal interest as my monitors quickly began displaying various acts of erotic pleasure between my black men and several white women. Alan was lying between the plump thighs of one of our most loyal regulars, Heidi Goldberg – a rich heiress from the East Side who had been visiting us every Monday, Wednesday and Friday without fail for the last four and a half years and who had a standing reservation to spend those visits with Allan since he'd joined us. Her face was a rictus of sheer ecstasy as Allan rolled his hips, his massively thick penis buried deep in her cunt. I envied her a little – she was my age and had possibly an equal appreciation for black cock that younger women didn't really have, despite their love and hunger for it.

On another monitor, Big Al was about to deflower a newcomer...a Michelle Barnes...a slender, red-headed woman of maybe forty years of age who'd been referred to us by a friend, Paula Cunningham. I glanced at another monitor where Paula was on all fours, her mouth gaping wide as Marcus buried his long cock inside her, her meaty breasts flying wildly about as he fucked her hard.

I returned my attention to Big Al and Michelle. I glanced at her membership form on my desk and smiled. Like so many white customers, Michelle was a white woman who'd harbored fantasies about having a black man all her life, but had never had the nerve or opportunity or both to act on it. Happily married with three children still in school, now having been told of my business, Michelle had decided to act on her fantasies – specifically one that so many white women harbored including myself.

I keyed the audio key and watched as Big Al moved towards Michelle. She was wearing a green halter dress which displayed her smallish breasts to best affect. "I-I'm not sure about this," she stammered, unable to tear her gaze away from Big Al's naked body, his massive cock waving back and forth like a sword in front of him.

Big Al laughed and said, "Bitch, who said you get to make a choice." His voice was cold and hard and somehow lascivious – combining to make me wet. Michelle seemed aroused by him as well. I could see a sexual flush spreading across her face, down over her neck and exposed upper chest. "Black man says you gonna please him, you little white bitch, you gonna do what he says...be his black loving whore!" He reached out and squeezed her breast through the green fabric, a flash of pain contouring her face as he handled her roughly.

Michelle backed up into the wall of their room which was tastefully decorated as a bedroom – a large four poster king size bed being its centerpiece. "I-I changed my mind. I'm a married woman...happily married with children. I can't do this. I don't want to!"

Big Al reached under the hem of her dress and I knew he was palming her crotch, forcing his big, strong fingers between her legs. He snorted and said, "Bitch, your pussy ain't changed her mind - my big black cock making her wet and juicy. Your pussy wants me and so do you."

The red-headed woman, her hair as short as mine, moaned, "No...I don't – I changed...OH GOD...I changed my mind." She closed her eyes as Big Al wormed his fingers around inside her and I could imagine her wetness – her arousal as the large African American fingered her. "Please, I'm going to just...go now!"

Michelle made as if to push past Big Al, but he snarled, "White bitch, you go only after I say you can go." With a blur of his hand, he ripped her dress off her, leaving her in a half bra and panties, screaming in alarm, her blue eyes wide with shock as he easily picked her up, mashing her nearly naked body against his, her shivering as his thick penis rubbed against her stomach.

She clawed and hammered at Big Al's shoulders and arms as he carried her across the room and threw her into the middle of the bed, screaming, "NO, NO, NO!" as he pounced on her lithely, his athletic ability betraying his grace despite his large size.

"Go ahead and scream, you little white bitch!" Big Al growled. "You gonna be screaming anyway when you feel me inside you!" He reached down and spread her legs wide and after another quick gesture, I saw her white panties going flying past the monitor. I saw his hips rise up and he placed the head of his swollen cock between her labia which were long and thick and even on the black and white monitor, I could see her wetness.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Michelle screamed as Big Al expertly pushed into her, forceful but controlled – making sure he didn't hurt her even as he nipped at her long thin nipples before running his lips up along the side of her neck and then squelching her screams as he kissed her. I discovered that my own fingers were already underneath my panties, feverishly fingering myself as I watched the red headed woman become "blacked" as they often called it today.

Michelle's body bucked and writhed under the assault of Big Al's immense organ and I wondered what was going through her head as she felt him fill her up with thick black cockmeat and envying her experience at having her first black man. She broke his wet, sloppy kiss as her first orgasm ripped through her, her voice already ragged as she cried out, "OH FUCK ME...FUCK ME WITH THAT MONSTER NIGGA DICK!" her Boston accent leaking through even in the throes of carnal delight. All pretense of being raped by a black man were now cast aside as she tried in vain to wrap her slender legs around his hips, throwing her hips upward whenever she had enough control of herself to do so.

I smiled. Big Al was the master of the Ra*e role play and despite his almost animalistic performance, had she uttered her safeword...in her case, her husband's first name, he would have immediately become the most apologetic and tender man in the world. I smiled again as I watched Big Al fuck her, his and Michelle's bodies quickly becoming slick with fuck sweat and I could almost smell their mixed scents, his pungent musk and her wet pussy.

Leaning back, I spread my legs and continued to finger my own pussy, feeling my labia thickening with blood and my wetness reaching new heights as I enjoyed the view of Michelle being taken by her first black man. The erotic sight made me think of my first time...with Adam, his name making me smile as I recalled how many times his name invoked a very biblical image of the first man and how I would always think of Adam as my own first real man. It seemed so long ago, but hadn't been, but so much had changed in the last ten years...

Turning fifty had been a time of crisis for me. There were the usual fears of growing older...of losing my looks and the love of my husband. Cliff's ardor had seemed to have paled in the last few years with business concerns seeming to have more priority than his often neglected wife. I had also been dealing with empty nest syndrome for a couple of years. My youngest daughter had graduated from college and had taken a job in San Francisco while her older sister now lived in Connecticut following her marriage and I expected a phone call at anytime that would announce that I would be a grandmother...something I hadn't quite gotten a handle on how it would make me feel.

My actual fiftieth birthday found me alone in our New York condominium with no word from Cliff who with his usual indifference was off on a business trip to Belgium, nailing down a deal that would be his latest pinnacle of triumph. I had hoped for a call or flowers from my husband, but nothing had happened. My youngest daughter had called to wish me happy birthday, but it had been a rushed conversation and I knew her mind was elsewhere...on her new job or friends and the call was quickly over.

My misery competed with my anger, both fueled by my loneliness until finally I stood up in my living room and with tears in my eyes, screamed, "FUCK THIS!" I was not going to give into despair. I decided that maybe no one cared and that everyone had forgotten my birthday, but be damned if I was going to spend it alone, drowning in my own misery. A half hour later, I was in a cab, making my way towards a club where I could at least buy myself a drink and give myself a birthday toast.

I won't say that the thought of picking up some handsome man and having a tawdry night of sex wasn't lurking in the back of my mind. I had never been unfaithful to Cliff and although I'd dressed sexily, I had no real intention to breaking my marriage vows. Still, it was a bit of a balm to my wounded ego that as I sat alone at the bar of that nightclub, that more than one man paid me some attention. I was wearing a simple black cocktail dress that showed off my petite but womanly figure and my shapely legs.

Still, while I chatted briefly with several fellows spanning the ages of twenty-something to sixty-something, I deflected offers and flirtation with a virtuous and slightly sad demeanor. I had already decided to make my way back home when I felt a hand, light but strong, touch my shoulder and a deep, velvet voice say, "I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful woman looking so lonely. I'd be honored if you'd come have a drink with me at my table."

I felt a thrill go through me at the sound of his voice, knowing he was black even before I turned and looked up. I turned my head and forgot how to talk as I took in the loveliest looking man I had ever seen. Like many white women, I had had my share of fantasies about black men, some of them going back to my teenage years, but I had never acted on them.

As I looked up at the huge athletic man standing before me, his dark-skinned and very handsome face smiling down at me, I felt an absolute flood of wetness between my legs...the first time I had truly been aroused by a specific black man, but even as I finally found my voice and replied, "I'm Catherine and I'd love to join you," I knew it wouldn't be my last time.

He held out his hand and I took it, his dark skinned fingers enveloping my white hand firmly, but gently. I stood up as he nodded slightly, a pleased look on his face as he said, "I'm Andrew, Catherine, very pleased to meet you."

He led me across the room to a small table in the corner where the noise of the bar seemed to soften and held my chair for me as I sat back down. Sitting across from me, he studied me above his now clasped hands, making me feel as if I was sitting there naked. My small nipples hardened and a thrill of pleasure rippled through me from my chest to between my legs...my labia swelling quickly and already becoming so slick.

"Now, what is such a fine looking woman doing out all alone." His eyes flickered down to my left hand and the plain gold band on my ring finger. "What kind of husband would leave a beauty like you all by yourself?"

I felt my face burn as I instinctively moved to cover the evidence of being married with my other hand and then, feeling foolish, uncovered my wedding ring again. My tongue felt thick in my mouth as I replied softly, "A husband that loves work almost as much as he loves me." I ducked my head down, unable to meet his gaze, suddenly feeling a little ashamed to talk about Cliff like that. Yes, he had begun ignoring me, but I knew that he still loved me.

I brought my head back up as Andrew reached out and took my left hand in his, his fingers gently rolling over my wedding ring, caressing it as if to claim it and me as his property. "Well, I'm glad he's ignoring you, Catherine," he said softly. "His loss is my gain."

I didn't know what to say to that as equal parts guilt and desire battled within me. My heart was pounding, making me wonder if he could feel the powerful beat of my pulse as he held my hand. "Catherine, may I ask you a very personal question?"

"Yes," I whispered meekly.

"Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"

A shiver went through me at the implications of his question, but despite my sudden attraction for this handsome black man, I steeled myself and said with as much resolve as I could muster, "No – never. I love Cliff. I love my husband."

"Even though he clearly isn't meeting your needs, Catherine? And you have needs don't you? You need a man who would love you and make you feel as beautiful as you truly are...who would take you in his arms and make you his, making you feel so loved and romanced...who would remind you of how good a woman can feel." His hand tightened around mine, his thumb gently turning my wedding ring on my finger, making it feel slightly loose and unsafe.

"I never met a man like that, Andrew," I replied. He raised an eyebrow and gave me a smile that nearly made me climax in my seat. My voice suddenly felt weak and whispery as I added, "Until now."

We didn't quite make it to his hotel room. After dropping a twenty on the table, Andrew took my hand and led me out of the club and into the backseat of a taxi, where we put on a display of making out for our driver. Watching us kiss and caress each other as we drove may have caused him to sideswipe a dozen cars – I don't know because I didn't pay attention. I think before we pulled away from the club, I was in Andrew's lap, kissing him passionately as I hadn't kissed another man in thirty years.

His tongue tasted different...slightly saltier than my husband's. If it is possible for a black man to taste different, Andrew did and his taste was instantly addictive. I could feel my panties becoming absolutely sodden as his tongue swirled inside my mouth, mastering my tongue as easily as he had mastered me.

As we kissed, I could feel his large hands on my thighs and then under my short dress, cupping and kneading my buttocks before guiding me down to press against the monster straining in his pants. I moaned lewdly into this black stranger's mouth as my brain tried to comprehend the length and girth of the penis beneath his tailored slacks. Instinctively, I was hunching myself against him, trying to get as close to having contact between his huge cock and my wet pussy as possible.

A baby orgasm had me gasping as he brought his hands around and roughly massaged my breasts through my dress, pinching at my erect nipples as we kept kissing. We arrived at his hotel, one of New York City's grandest and if I hadn't been so aroused, I might have been embarrassed to be led through the lobby at such a leisurely pace, my lipstick smeared and my dress out of sorts. Andrew wasn't embarrassed in the least. He seemed to enjoy parading his impending conquest through the forest of inquisitive faces, pausing at the front desk to inquire about messages and then in a loud and confident voice, saying, "We'd like not to be disturbed until further notice."

The elevator doors had not quite closed when he had me up against the wall of the lift, kissing me again as his hands again went under my dress, murmuring approval as his hands found absolute evidence of my arousal as his fingers explored my wet and slippery flesh. I felt his body tense and there was the sound of fabric tearing as he ripped my panties away, leaving them abandoned on the floor of the elevator car.

He carried me down the corridor to his room, one hand cupping my ass while he deftly opened the door to his suite. Clothes flew in every direction and I was on my knees, his cock in my hands as I kissed it and rubbed the swollen head against my lips and cheeks, smelling him...his pure manliness and allowing his scent to inflame my senses further.

Part of me was conscious of the fact that I was about to be unfaithful to my husband and part of me was aware that I was crossing a line that many of my generation felt was taboo. A white woman...married at that, about to make love...have sex...to fuck a black man! Yes, a part of me was conscious of that, but the rest of me didn't care. The rest of me had become a raging storm of hungry, feminine sexuality, demanding to be filled with cock and brought to violent satisfaction.

Andrew carried me into the suite's bedroom – a massive brass bed dominating the tastefully done room. My legs were wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the upper swell of his butt cheeks which felt like solid steel. The length of his erect penis was wedged between my labia which slid up and down against his pulsating flesh with each step he took. His well muscles arms held me effortlessly, pulled tight against his chest so that we could feel the beating of each other's hearts.

Then I was on the bed and he was between my thighs, his arms stiff and straight as if he was about to do pushups. The enormity of the realization that I was about to commit adultery with an African American had me nearly panting and my mind reeled with the intensity of my need. I looked down between us to see Andrew's swollen cockhead lightly intruding between my labia, my fleshy lips attempting to suck at his cock and draw it deeper inside me.

"I'm going to change your life, Catherine. Are you ready for me?" Andrew said in a serious tone.

"Oh god, yes, "Fuck me, Andrew...Fuck me now!" I moaned in reply, never needing to be fucked more badly than at that moment.

Andrew chuckled, his voice merry and deep and then with a simple flick of his hips, my black man plunged his long cock inside me and my world indeed changed. Andrew was big...even by the mythical standards attributed to black men, he was big – thick and long, dwarfing my husband's cock. I was a virgin again, my wet flesh spreading and parting as it never had before. It was painful and sweet. It was shocking and delicious. Andrew's cock speared me, never ceasing until he had completely filled me and then I could feel his thick, lengthy meat still driving into me – stretching me to accommodate his black cock.

I threw back my head and screamed as all sorts of sensations swept over me, carrying me nearly beyond the grasp of comprehension. It hurt and yet it felt so damn good. I felt the weight of this black man's cock settle lightly on me as Andrew's mouth found mine and our tongues joined together once again. I sobbed against his lips as I sorted the explosion of emotion and sensation out, overwhelmed by how I felt.

Then Andrew began to move...he began to fuck me and I tore my lips away from his and screamed again as the purest, most refined sexual pleasure I had ever known erupted from within me and sought exit. Every infinite fraction of movement brought me ecstasy that I could have scarcely believed existed. His cock...Andrew's magnificent black cock was the center of my universe and I had a crazed moment of believing that my entire purpose for being born and having lived these past fifty years was so my wet cunt could service his lovely, erect penis.

Carnal ecstasy grew into something greater...something akin to holy as my new black lover made love to me. His lips were everywhere...on my lips and cheeks, on my shoulders and in the hollow of my neck, on my breasts and nipples, his even, white teeth playfully nipping at the rock hard nubs and his cock never ceased it's patient, steady thrusts, burying himself deep inside me, filling me completely as black flesh scraped along my slick inner walls and probing my womb. I was beyond having children, but I felt a need to have Andrew's baby that was far beyond anything I had desired when Cliff and I were in our twenties and working on making our children.

My orgasm tore away all conscious thought, putting me adrift on an ocean of primal ecstasy, winnowing down my capacity to comprehend the universe to simple terms...Catherine loves Big Black Cock! As carnal pleasure relentlessly crashed through my body, I could only think of regretting that I had wasted my first fifty years without knowing the pleasure that a black man's cock could provide coupled with a growing resolve to dedicate the rest of my life to knowing the pleasure of black cock.

I seemed to pass in and out of conscious thought, sometimes determinedly fucking Andrew back, throwing my pelvis up to meet his continuous thrusts and other times, helpless and writhing with incredible pleasure at being impaled on his long and enormous girth.

I couldn't imagine that it could get much better and then Andrew thrust himself deep and roughly inside of me and began to cum. As his hot semen flooded my womb, a nuclear bomb of pure ecstasy detonated inside me and turned me into a wildly flailing mad woman, driven insane by pleasure on a scale never conceived. Andrew's sperm seemed to be boiling inside of me, awakening long dormant nerve endings of pleasure that could only be expressed by screams of carnal delight...screams of pleasure I thought would never end...screams of "NEVER STOP FUCKING ME WITH THAT BIG, BLACK COCK!"

I gasped with pleasure as I came back to myself, legs spread wide and three fingers buried in my wet pussy as my eyes focused and on the screen before me, I could see Big Al's ass cheeks flexing as he ground himself into Michelle's cunt, his testicles jerking as he emptied his seed into her womb as she screamed, "Don't stop fucking me. I love you!" while her leg muscles swelled as she tightened them around his body.

I envied her briefly as my mind still echoed with memories of my first experience with a lovely black cock. But Andrew was certainly not my last black lover. I found myself suddenly addicted to black cock, beginning with my lovely Andrew, but quickly expanding to include as many other African American men as I could find the opportunity for. Andrew and I began a love affair that continues to this day, but he too was married and loved his spouse and while we had many delicious and lusty moments together, there were still long gaps between our opportunities and I found myself craving the feel of a long, thick black cock buried in my pussy.

My first opportunity came about four months later when I found myself getting a traffic ticket in Albany while visiting my sister. He was maybe thirty years old and handsome with skin like ebony. When he handed me my ticket through the window and handed me my driver's license back, I smiled up at him, feeling a little crazed as I said, "Officer, what would you say if I told you that I'd love to take you to a hotel and see if you could fuck me unconscious?"

He paused and slowly removed his mirrored sunglasses as if to get a clearer look at me. I was wearing a light blue blouse that left one shoulder bared and offered up a generous view of my pert breasts. "Ma'am, are you trying to get out of your ticket or are you just a black cock slut?" His expression was serious without a trace of humor, his brown eyes staring down intently at me.

I licked my lips and impulsively rubbed the crotch of my white capris with the palm of my hand. "If it means you'll fuck me till I beg for mercy, I'll pay my ticket right now, Officer." I dropped my gaze to his gray uniform slacks, believing that I could see a prominent bulge growing there.

He chuckled then and glanced at his watch. "I get off duty in half an hour. You meet me at the Iroquois Inn in one hour and we'll see what we can do to get you off too." He tipped his cap to me and put his sunglasses back on. He started to turn away and then stopped to look back and give me another once over. He chuckled again and said, "You know, I always had a yen to feed Mrs. Brady all twelve inches of my black dick."

A shiver rolled through me at his words, "twelve inches," and I gasped, "I can't wait!" An hour later, Officer Timothy Ellis confirmed that I was indeed a black cock whore as he spent the better part of the next twelve hours fucking me in every conceivable position with his monster penis.
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