An Interracial Romance

But that married woman was no longer sure she had the will.

"I asked you a question, Kris." Darius said as he squeezed again at her sensitive cunt, sending a starburst of delight rushing through her center.

Kristina writhed in his grip as she gasped at the intense radiating waves of arousal he sent spiraling through her. Yet, at the same time, she felt her gut wrench in shame as she shook her head in answer to Darius's question, dishonoring the man she was married to.

"I thought not, and it's a damn shame. If you were my woman, I'd have you coming daily on my black cock. If you were mine, I'd put a pretty little black baby in that belly of yours," Darius declared as he harshly pinched Kristina's clitoris between his fingers.

Kristina couldn't be sure whether it was his last words or actions, but it was enough to push her over the edge. Her legs buckled as she climaxed, moaning into Darius's hand as a wave of euphoria washed through her body.

Kristina was vaguely aware of Darius's fingers releasing their hold on her pussy, the front of her dress dropping as she leaned against the door frame for support. Behind the door, she could hear her best friend's continued amorous cries of pleasure as she felt Darius lift the back of her dress and slide her thong to the side.

Her eyes went wide as she felt something warm and bulbous begin probing at her opening. Kristina squealed a muffled objection into Darius's palm as her swollen and wet lips parted, the vestibule of her cunt momentarily resisting before stretching to accommodate Darius's swollen member. Her vaginal walls tightened against the sudden intruder, slight convulsions from her recent climax still coursing through them.

"Shhhh!" Darius whispered in Kristina's ear again, "you're going to take all of this black cock. We both know you've wanted it since you laid eyes on me. You can fight me if you'd like, but it isn't going to make any difference."

Kristina groaned as she felt more of Darius's cock fed into her silky depths. She knew he was right on both counts. She had wanted him, and being totally honest with herself, she'd been excited about meeting him since first allowing Lissy to talk her into tonight's get-together. Maybe it had been all of her friend's endless ranting about the wonders of big black cock or perhaps the taboo of it all, but Kristina knew now she'd been aroused even before they'd arrived.

And there was no way she could escape his powerful grasp. As each second passed, Kristina found herself increasingly impaled on his black member. Even if she could somehow hope to break free of his fierce embrace, the desire to do so was rapidly fading.

Feeling Darius's cock withdraw almost entirely from her steamy depths, Kristina whined at the sudden emptiness and loss of sensation. She barely had time to consider them, though before he forcefully plunged back into her abyss, his swollen cock filling her like no man she'd had before. Her inner walls burned as they stretched to adapt to his girth, each stroke taking him deeper until, finally, she felt the swollen head of his massive cock press against her cervix.

A prolonged moan escaped from Kristina's diaphragm as the mixture of pain and pleasure she was feeling threatened to scramble her senses. Each time Darius bottomed out against her, his pendulous balls slapping against her swollen labia, she could feel her impending orgasm begin to swell.

"You like the way that big black cock feels in your little white married pussy, don't you, Kris?" Darius said confidently in a low voice as he continued to thrust inside the dark-headed beauty. Knowing no better way to show her approval, Kristina rammed her ass back in time to meet his next stroke, pushing off the wall for leverage.

When the building pressure inside her finally ruptured, it was like the stored energy of a summer thunderstorm exploding all at once. Kristina groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as the walls of her cunt clamped down on Darius's cock, squeezing it like a constrictor wrapped around its prey. She felt his mammoth member swell even more a mere second before feeling his hot seed spew against the opening to her womb, splashing against her cervix.

Kristina felt herself go limp and likely would have fallen against the door if not for Darius. All in one smooth motion, he bent slightly, his cock sliding from Kristina's pink sheath as he scooped one arm beneath her knees, the other behind her back. She felt herself being picked up and carried away as her head lolled against her handsome black lover's shoulder.

Feeling drained and listless, Kristina managed to open her eyes as Darius laid her on what turned out to be his bed. She took a moment to look around as Darius disappeared inside the bathroom. The king-sized unit sat against the center wall facing the entrance to his room. Like the living area, the furnishings in the room were decidedly masculine. African tribal art decorated the walls, showing that Darius was very proud of his heritage.

When he returned to the room, Kristina got her first look at her new lover's naked body. The fires temporarily satiated by the two climaxes he'd already given her began to burn again at the sight of him.

Darius's body was built of long and lean muscle, striations rippling across his pectoral region, and the crevices defining each section of ab muscles spoke to just how low his body fat count was. His thighs, too, were ripped with definition, but it was what lay between them that really caught Kristina's attention.

Darius's black cock hung limply between his legs, yet even in a flaccid state, it was as long as Scott's was fully erect. Just as impressive as its length, however, was its incredible thickness. Kristina had known his girth far surpassed her husband's by the way Darius had stretched her depths, but it was at least half again as thick flaccid as Scott's was when fully erect.

"I really shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be doing this," Kristina said, forcing her eyes away from Darius's lengthy dark member. "Lissy can't find out what happened, Darius, please."

"I'm not going to tell her. I'll leave that up to you," Darius said as he stretched one long arm across the length of the bed and seized Kristina's ankle, pulling her towards him. "But we both know that part about how you shouldn't be doing this is bullshit. This is precisely what you should be doing, Kris. A woman who's as beautiful as you deserves to be sexually gratified and we both know you ain't getting that at home. You were made to be with a man like me, Kris, and you were made for my black cock."

Kristina ended up with her ass on the edge of the bed, her legs straddling Darius's naked form. He leaned down just enough to grab her right arm and pull her into a sitting position, bringing her face within inches of his flaccid ebony member.

Her heart and mind racing, but her tongue suddenly tied, Kristina said nothing, merely looking up at the handsome man towering over her.

"Make up your mind, Kris. You can either deny yourself what we both know you want so bad, or you can put those sexy lips of yours to work sucking a real man's cock."

Kristina's eyes drifted back to Darius's prodigious member, her mouth beginning to water at the thought of taking its dark purple head inside the confines of her oral cavity. She'd been a prolific cocksucker back in her wild days, but her husband found the act distasteful, so it had been a long while since the last time she'd indulged.

Kristina found her hands reaching for his lengthening member, but Darius slapped them away forcefully and then demandingly said, "Your lips Kristina, not your hands."

As his cock hardened in anticipation of her doing as he'd instructed, it began to stand out, the head hanging slightly lower than Kristina's chin. Dipping her head, the dark-headed beauty wrapped her lips around the swollen head and took it in her mouth; his masculine taste and smell was an instant aphrodisiac to her already heightened libido. Her tongue lapped at his glans, her lips hollowing out as she sucked hungrily at his member.

Not sure what to do with her hands, Kristina brought them to his hips as she began to bob her head, slowly engulfing more of Darius's big black cock. The texture and warmth of his pulsing shaft in her mouth were reminiscent of wilder days gone by, yet so much more intense. The excitement of the adulterous act was significantly magnified by the sight of Darius's black skin.

Gifted with little to no gag reflex, Kristina had never encountered a cock she couldn't take to the root, but she had definite doubts about Darius's fat member. Still, a sudden desire to be memorable to her dark lover filled her with the urge to swallow as much of him as possible.

She couldn't help but moan the first time she felt the bulbous head reach the back of her throat, wiggling her head as she forced its girth just into her esophagus.

"That's it, Kris. You like sucking on that nigga cock don't you?" Darius said as he brought a hand to the back of Kristina's head. The next time she swallowed the head of his cock, he held her there, forcing himself a bit deeper into her mouth.

Her eyes began to water as Darius held firm; panic momentarily started to settle into her mind. When he finally backed off and allowed Kristina to withdraw, she felt relieved yet strangely excited by his actions. No man had ever treated her so callously and with such disregard during sex.

And though it shamed and humiliated her, Kristina loved it.

"You look up here at me while you suck that cock," Darius ordered as he once again slid his hips forward, feeding his impressive black member deeper and holding it in place. Kristina stared up at him, her blue eyes once again beginning to water, saliva building up in her mouth as Darius stared back at her with determined arousal.

Darius's free hand joined his other on the back of Kristina's head as he held it still and began to piston his black cock in and out of her mouth. Kristina sat subserviently staring up at the gorgeous man fucking her mouth, her compliance total and complete.

A froth of spittle escaped her mouth each time Darius's cock slid from her throat's depths. Kristina could feel a string of drool as it streamed down to coat her thighs, mixing with the female essence leaking from between her legs. Kristina had known that her craving to be dominated had been strong lately, but this interlude with Darius so exceeded anything she had previously imagined. The naughtiness of cheating, the immensity of Darius's cock, and the forbidden nature of being taken by a black man only served to amplify things more.

Darius pulled his cock from between her lips, Kristina's mouth chasing it in a bid for more. In response, Darius repeatedly slapped his cock, sloppy with Kristina's spittle against her cheeks, drawing another moan from the adulterous wife. He then lifted his cock up, offering his testicles to the ravenous and dark-headed beauty, his intent spoken wordlessly.

Kristina didn't hesitate, her mouth opening up and enveloping half of Darius's wrinkled sack, her tongue slathering over its leathery texture as she sucked at its surface. Kristina worked at his balls until every square inch of Darius's scrotum was covered in her saliva.

Darius pushed Kristina back on the raised bed, drawing a squeal of surprise from the delighted submissive wife. He grabbed her hips, flipped her over on her stomach, and pulled back, raising Kristina up on all fours. Then, Darius sank his entire nine and a half inches of thick black cock deep into the dark-headed beauty's creamy cunt without preamble. Kristina groaned in shock as the bulbous head of his member smashed against the opening to her womb sending pulses of pleasure and pain rolling through her center.

Kristina's top half sank to the mattress, her face buried against the comforter as she felt Darius's big hand pressing down against her spine. She was given no time to adjust to his mammoth member before her black lover was pistoning into her cunt, the sound of his hips pounding against her ass reverberating throughout the room.

Her neck was suddenly arched backward as Darius grabbed her long hair and pulled it back so harshly it brought tears to Kristina's eyes. She cried out in delight as the contradictory combination of pain from Darius's rough treatment of her hair and pleasure from the brutal pounding he was delivering collided. She felt the walls of her pussy begin to convulse briefly before they contracted, clamping down against Darius's big black cock.

Kristina screamed out in pleasure as she climaxed, not caring who might overhear her joyful cries of ecstasy.

Darius pulled out of her opening, Kristina collapsing onto her left side, her breathing coming in quick bursts. She couldn't help but think that this was how sex was meant to be, at least for her. And despite knowing how much easier things would be if it weren't so, Kristina knew that Scott wasn't mentally or physically capable of giving her such intense pleasure.

She wasn't sure if her husband entered her right now that she would even know.

Kristina felt the bed shift and opened her eyes to see Darius kneeling at her feet, a white towel wrapped around his shoulders. Her eyes drifted to the mighty black oak hanging between his legs. It was covered in a frothy mixture of cream and wetness. She could only gasp as he grabbed one of her legs and lifted her hips off the bed, stuffing a pillow underneath her.

Wordlessly he grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders as he grasped the shaft of his cock and lasciviously smacked it against Kristina's slit. Each time the head crashed down ponderously against the hood of her clit, it was like the bellows on a forge being pumped, stoking the inner fire of her arousal and causing it to once again become red hot.

"Do you like the way my big black cock fucks you, Kris?" Damian demanded to know.

"Yes," Kristina replied without pause, her insides twitching at the thought of feeling him inside her once again.

"Does my black cock feel better than your husband's?" Damian asked, slapping the head of his cock against Kristina's swollen clit to emphasize his question.

"God, yes," Kristina replied, feeling no guilt in the answer she gave. It was, after all, an honest and factual reply. A statement of fact, like saying water is wet or ice is cold.

"Do you want more of my nigga cock?" Darius asked though the arrogant smile on his face suggested to Kristina that he was already fully aware of her answer.

The married woman nodded in reply, apparently displeasing her new lover. Darius's reaction was instantaneous, his palm coming down hard against the back of her thigh with a resounding smack.

"I asked you a fucking question, slut," Darius said, the derogatory name startling Kristina. "Do. You. Want. More. Of. My. Nigga. Cock?"

Kristina was confused, knowing that she'd already answered him. She was also embarrassed by his repeated use of the N-word, though Kristina had to admit the way Darius used the pejorative was hot.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, Darius, please fuck me," Kristina responded, still unsure what this dominant black stud wanted to hear.

"You want me to fuck you with what?" he said, slapping the head of his cock hard against her slit again, the shock it sent through her love button causing Kristina's pelvis to twitch.

The light went on for the dark-haired beauty, his meaning finally hitting her between the eyes. She'd grown up hearing her grandfather and dad use that word as an everyday expression and a dozen other derogatory racial epitaphs along with it. Even Scott used it occasionally though he knew that it bothered Kristina.

"I want you to fuck me with your ni...nigga cock, Darius,"

Darius smiled down at Kristina, clearly loving her discomfort level with using the word. She could see it in every inch of his countenance. But looking down at his ebony shaft, the urge to feel it back inside her as he brutally pounded her overruled a lifetime of societal conditioning.

"Give me that fucking nigga cock, goddammit!"

That caused Darius to throw his head back and burst out laughing, clearly delighted with her sudden demand. Then, when the last of his laughter had faded, and he'd brought his focus back to her, Darius had leaned down and kissed Kristina.

It caught Kristina by surprise as his tongue slid into her mouth, hers finding his in return. Like everything else he'd done to her tonight, his kiss was possessive but also surprisingly gentle and passionate. Despite everything they'd already done tonight and the depraved way he'd treated her, this was the most intimate act to happen between them by far.

Darius's cock slid inside her, Kristina's wet depths eagerly accepting him wholly. He began to stroke into her, slow and steady, almost teasing her in long strokes alternated with short jabs. Kristina whimpered, loving the feeling of the nearly tender and romantic way he was pistoning in her.

But she needed more.

"Fuck me hard, Darius, please," Kristina begged as she thrust her hips up to meet him.

Darius pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside her before driving his cock all the way in, bottoming out hard.

"God, yes, Darius. Like that, please fuck me hard!" Kristina cried out, loving the mix of dull pain and waves of pleasure each time Darius's lean hips drove his long and thick black cock into the recesses of her soaked cunt, bashing against her now bruised, battered and cum-coated cervix.

"You're going to become addicted to my black cock after tonight, Kris," Darius stated, each of his words punctuated by grunts as he forcefully fucked her nearly senseless.

Kristina's climax, which had been gradually building while being fucked slowly, now rushed at her like an oncoming train. Darius brazenly stared down at Kristina with an intense lust that was almost scary for all his endearing tenderness when this latest round of their tryst started. And despite believing that the erotic nature of their coupling couldn't be elevated, it was only when Darius brought his large right hand to her throat, his grip tightening and forcing pressure against her windpipe, obstructing the flow of oxygen to her lungs, that the dark-headed beauty realized just how wrong she was.

Kristina had never been choked before, during sex or otherwise, although she'd heard other women talk about it. She'd always found the idea stimulating but had never had the nerve to ask a lover to do it.

That she hadn't had to ask Darius only elevated the already stratospheric opinion Kristina had of him. It was as if her handsome black lover had intuitively known precisely what it was that she needed.

The locomotive that was Kristina's climax slammed into her body, her eyes rolling back in her head just as Darius released the tension surrounding her throat, precious oxygen flooding her lungs and being fed to her blood cells at the same time as a fresh load of perception-altering endorphins were flooding Kristina's bloodstream.

Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream; Kristina arched her neck back as she rode out her orgasm and felt Darius's thick cock swell even more seconds before he came. What seemed like a quart of cum flooded her already saturated cunt, ropes of his hot semen scorching the lining of her sodden cervix.

Darius's body collapsed on top of Kristina's, his thick and pliable lips claiming her own as his tongue slipped into her mouth. It was as satisfying a kiss as she'd ever had in her life, both sensual and commanding at the same time.

Kristina's mind returned to Darius's words to her just minutes before about how she would become addicted to his black cock. She hadn't given them much thought at the time, her mind overloaded with lust as it was. But now that she could think more clearly, she knew that Darius was right. Now that she knew that being fucked like this was possible, there was no going back.