Charlotte's Lust

by LadynStFreknBed©

I nervously shuffled some papers as my boss entered the office. He stopped in front of my desk.

"Good morning, Charlotte," he said. I could have sworn he winked at me, but it may have been wishful thinking on my part.

"Good morning, Mr. Walker."

"Now, Charlotte. How many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Larry?"

"Sorry, Mr... I mean, Larry," I stammered.

I felt his intense, brown eyes stare through me. He was older, but black men age so well. I love older black men with their sexy, dark skin and no nonsense attitudes. They don't play games like the thug-wannabe's that are my age. He smiled and walked into his private office.

I had been struggling with my lust for black men. I have a boyfriend. He's a sweetheart, but he's white. That sounds so awful. I love my boyfriend with all my heart. I just can't seem to fight my attraction towards black men. I've thought about talking to my boyfriend about my little problem. But, the last thing that I want to do is make him feel inadequate. He's a wonderful guy. I don't want to hurt him.

I thought about my dilemma all day. There were only two options. Option one would be to continue to fight my attractions. I wasn't sure this was a viable option. I've been trying to fight it for so long. I noticed I am becoming increasingly distracted and frustrated. Option two would be to confide in my boyfriend about my desire for a black lover. This meant I would have to risk hurting my boyfriend. I wanted to be honest with my boyfriend. I felt this was the only real option.

My boyfriend and I live together in a modest apartment in our small city. We have dinner together every night. As we finished eating, I tentatively brought up the subject.

"Jordan, I think it's important for us to be honest with each other about everything, don't you?"

He looked baffled and worried. "Yes, of course. Why?"

"Well, there's something that I need to talk to you about. It's important to me that you understand that you haven't done anything wrong, but I have a problem. This is so hard for me to talk about," I said while I struggled to find the words.

"Just say it, Charlotte. Is there someone else?"

"No! I never cheated on you. I just... well, I find myself attracted to other men-black men."

I didn't know what to expect. I thought for sure he would either yell at me and leave or take it personally and sulk. After a moment of agonizing silence, he leaned forward and said, "Go on."

"Well, it's not that I'm not happy with us. We always have fun in the bedroom. I want to make sure you understand that I don't have a problem with you," I explained.

"Okay," he said quietly.

"I have been struggling with this for a long time. I don't know really know how it started. I guess part of it is curiosity since I've never had sex with a black man before."

"Why didn't you talk to me about this before?" Jordan asked.

"I was afraid of hurting your feelings. But, it's getting to be too much to bear," I said. I took a gulp of my wine as if the words had burned my mouth. This was really tough to talk about.

"I think I understand. But, now what?" he said as he leaned back in his chair.

We sat in silence. I tried to read his thoughts. I can only imagine what he must think of me. Then, he broke the silence.

"I don't want to lose you. But I don't want you to have an affair either. I know you wouldn't be talking to me about it if it wasn't becoming a real problem for you. Suppose..." he paused to take another sip of wine.

"Suppose we had a threesome with a black man," he suggested.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A threesome? How would that affect our relationship? Would Jordan leave the experience with jealousy? Would he ever be able to look at me the same way? Is there any other way to fix my problem?

"I'm just worried that it would cause problems between us," I replied.

"Charlotte, I have a confession to make. Sometimes I fantasize about watching a black man take you. In my fantasies, I finish you off while you suck his cock. Just something about the idea of watching you, so pale and beautiful, being fucked by a man with a dark complexion."

I leaned back and smiled. Here I had been hiding my lust for black men while he was fantasizing about the very same thing. No wonder I love this man!

"So, what do we do? How do we set it up? Do you have someone in mind?" Jordan asked.

I blushed at the thought of my boss, but that would be awful risky. If he got offended when I asked, it could easily lead to my termination.

"Maybe we better ask one of your friends. Would that be too weird for you?" I asked.

"Well, there's Thomas. He'd probably do it. I don't think that would be too bad."

I smiled. I remember the last time Thomas was here. Jordan and Thomas had played basketball at the park with some of the other guys. Thomas and Jordan planned to watch a football game on TV. Thomas took a shower here and changed into clothes that Jordan let him borrow. I remember wishing I could be a fly on the wall while he was showering.

"Okay," I said, trying not to appear too excited.

"Alright, I'll talk to him about it when I see him tomorrow," he said as he stood up and kissed my forehead.

The next morning was a blur. It was a Saturday. Jordan was at the park with his friends. I tried to keep myself busy with laundry and cleaning. After a light lunch, I took a quick shower. I put on my robe and stepped into the hall. I heard the TV. "Jordan must be home," I thought.

I thought I might as well have some fun with Jordan before getting dressed. When I entered the living room, I realized that Jordan wasn't alone. Thomas's gaze locked on my own. I blushed.

"Honey, you don't have to be quite that forward," Jordan joked.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were alone," I managed to say as I turned and left the room.

"Honey! Relax. Come here," Jordan called.

I took a deep breath and returned to the living room. Jordan patted his lap. I walked to the sofa and sat on his lap. I was facing Thomas, who was sitting in the loveseat. Jordan kissed me, not at all shy in front of his friend. His surprisingly deep kiss elicited a small moan from me. I felt his hand slide under my robe and brush against my nipple.

I kept my eyes closed. I was afraid to see Thomas' reaction. Jordan loosened the belt of my robe and pulled my robe down my shoulders exposing my breasts. I kissed Jordan's neck. In doing so, I hid some of my nakedness by pressing my breasts against his chest. Jordan turned my shoulders so that my back was against his chest. He kissed my neck and caressed my bare breasts.

I knew my boyfriend was showing me off to Thomas. I nervously glanced at Thomas. He was sitting back in the loveseat with a huge grin on his face. My body yielded under my boyfriend's touch.

"I think Thomas is feeling left out. Why don't you go give him some attention?" Jordan suggested.

I stood up, not bothering to try to cover myself. I straddled Thomas' lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned in and gently kissed me. The intensity of his kiss grew. He grabbed the back of my neck and drew me into the kiss. His tongue massaged mine.

He slid my robe completely off my shoulders. He leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I moaned as he nibbled on my nipples, quickly alternating between the two. He was verbal and ravenous, as if he wanted to devour me. I felt my wetness increase with every moan that escaped my lips.

He nudged me off his lap. I stood up and he opened his pants. He took off his pants and boxers before resuming his place on the loveseat. I kneeled between his legs. I ran my hand up his stomach, increasingly turned on from seeing my pale skin against the darkness of his own.

His cock was practically hard already. I licked the tip of his cock as I looked up into his eyes. He moaned and whispered, "Suck me."

I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him in. As I pulled upwards, I rubbed my tongue along his hard cock. I pushed my tongue against the head of his cock before sucking him in again. This time, I was able to feel his cock touch the back of my throat. I moaned and began sucking him vigorously. I gripped his thighs tightly as my head bobbed in his lap. After several minutes, he eased me away from his cock. He told me to get on my hands and knees.

As I took the requested position, I looked at Jordan. His pants were open and he was stroking his cock. I gasped as Thomas thrust his cock deep inside my eager pussy. I heard a moan from Jordan. Thomas grabbed my hips and thrust into me at a quick, merciless pace. I could feel myself tighten up already. Thomas moaned and slowed his pace. Then, he grabbed my hips tighter and pounded into me. My pussy gripped his cock as I whimpered and shivered in ecstasy.

Jordan and Thomas were moaning right along with me. Thomas grunted as he seemed to force himself deeper inside me with every thrust. Thomas pulled me into him and I felt his cock throb and explode into me.

"Lay down," I heard from Jordan. His voice sounded different. He was demanding.

I laid on my back on the floor. Jordan removed his pants and boxers. He put my legs on his shoulders and thrust his hard cock into my sopping wet pussy.

"Did you like that? Did you like that big, black cock inside you?" Jordan asked gruffly.

I nodded.

"How much did you like that, baby? Did it feel good?"

"Oh, yes!" I yelled as Jordan's cock pounded deep into me.

"If you liked it so much, you should clean his cock for him," Jordan said as he motioned for Thomas.

Jordan released my legs and guided me back onto my hands and knees. Thomas didn't waste any time kneeling in front of me. I began to lick my juice from his cock. Jordan thrust his cock into me from behind. I gasped and moaned as Jordan pounded my pussy harder.

"Suck him!" Jordan demanded.

I sucked Thomas' cock. I felt it get harder in my mouth. I licked and sucked him. I tried to keep pace with the relentless thrusts from Jordan.

"Suck him off!"

I sucked Thomas' cock into the depths of my throat. I sucked him the best I could as fast as I could.

"That's it! I'm cumming!" Thomas announced.

He spurted his cum in my mouth. I swallowed his seed and licked him off. Jordan grabbed my hips tighter and his thrusts quickened.

"Oh, God!" Jordan exclaimed as he came.

I whipped my head around to get a look at Jordan. He had never shouted out when he came. Something in his eyes told me we would be doing this again very soon.