BLACKEDRAW Insatiable Wife Calls For BBC As Soon As Husband Is Gone
The Forbidden Fruit of Interracial Desire
B.B.C. That’s what she craved, what her secret fantasy revolved around. “Big Black Cock” was the dirty little acronym echoing through Cassandra’s mind as she watched her milk-chocolate skinned neighbor Mama’s Boy mow his lawn, his muscles glistening in the late afternoon sun.
“Fuck, he’s Fine,” Cassandra thought, her juices beginning to flow as she imagined the thick, heavy weight of his member inside her. She squeezed her thighs together, blushing at the moisture she could already feel gathering between them.
“Honestly Cassandra! He’s a child!” An astringent voice from the past jolted her from her reverie. Her mother, Casandra’s hypercritical matriarch. But that’s all her mother would ever be to her now – a ghostly, censuring voice from some faded black-and-white past, insignificant in the delicious color of Cassandra’s new reality.
Not that her current reality was any easier. As Cassandra’s fingers idly twirled in the sweat-damp curls between her legs, she glanced over at her timid, pale-white husband slaving away at his computer in the next room. Sure, he was a good man, a smart man, but all that mattered lately was how small his fragile white body and his elfin cock felt next to the towering virility of Mama’s Boy, the bulge always so enticingly visible in the tattered jeans the southern hottie insisted on wearing.
“God,” she sighed, “I just…I NEED it. I need that big, black cock pounding into me, possessing me, opening me, claiming me like it’s my only purpose.”
She bit her lip as she imagined seizing Mama’s Boy’s hand and guiding it to the dripping wetness between her legs, as she imagined the looks of shocked outrage and seething lust that would pass over his face when he realized just how ready she was for the taking.
“God damn,” Mama’s Boy would say, “You white hoes always so tight. Like a bitch in heat. I’m gonna knock you stupid.”
And Cassandra would just mewl and tremble and spread her juicy legs wider, letting Mama’s Boy know in no uncertain terms that he could have her any way he wanted, that he could use her as hard as he wanted, that she was made to be his little white cock sleeve.
With a shuddering gasp, Cassandra pulled her shaking hand from her panties, the slick, sticky evidence of her need for real cock clinging to her fingers. She could already imagine the wiry wildness of Mama’s Boy’s curly pubic hair brushing against her own red bush as he split her open on his inky black shaft, spread her out and entered her roughly, a dark animal forcing its way into her, usurping her tight, white center.
What would her prim, proper mother think about that? What would her pitiful, simpering husband think about her desperate, cock-drunk lust for a virile stranger? The sheer naughtiness of it all was intoxicating. And what kind of wild woman would she become if she could finally surrender to her deepest, most primal urges?
“I think it’s time,” Cassandra said to herself with a shuddering sigh, “I think it’s time for a little, and I mean LITTLE, husband to run along to his safe little office tower. It’s time for Mama’s Boy to mama’s-get into MY house, into MY bed, and to mama’s-tear ME to shameful, screaming shambles with that BBC of his.”
And with that, Cassandra squared her pale shoulders and strode purposefully to the front door, her hips swaying lushly beneath the skirt she knew would ride up easily, enjoying the hungry little hallelujah of sparking interest from her neighbor yum-candy.
“Yes, Mama’s Boy, yes,” she thought wistfully, “You’re gonna mama’s-get up in this. You’re gonna mama’s-make this tight little white cunt your mama’s-slave. This pretty little white wife is about to throw herself onto the altar of your dark mama’s cock. Mama’s come and mama’s-get ME.”
Cassandra smiled to herself with a wicked little thrill, and initiated the next stage of her naughty interracial plan…
