Blacked College Couple Desires

Blacked College Couple Desires

The warm evening was air filled excitement as Jack and his girlfriend Sarah made their way towards the grand entrance of the all-black fraternity party. Their hearts beat faster with nervous anticipation. They'd seen the flyers advertising the Fraternity's annual Alpha Beta Interracial Love Mixer. Having bared their souls during countless pillow talk session they know one another's deepest sexual desires. Including a shared interest in cuckolding and sexual submission to alpha black men. If there was ever an opportunity to explore these desires, this was it.

Together, they entered the grand hall filled with a diverse array of people enjoying themselves under a sea of flashing colored lights. Music pulsated through the air, mixing with laughter and conversation. The fragrance of sweat, cheap cologne, and desire hung heavy in the air, enticing them further into the heart of the party.

Sarah squeezed Jack's hand, her fingers tightening with anxiety as she looked up at him with anticipation. "Are you ready?" he asked, glancing down at her from beneath his blonde locks.

Sarah nodded, trying to hide her apprehension. Together, they ventured deeper into the crowd, navigating past groups of friends laughing and sipping drinks. The music grew louder, throbbing in their ears.

Suddenly, a group of attractive frat brothers caught their eye. They were well dressed in a style that highlighted their alpha male physiques. Jack felt his heart race, his eyes fixating on the most striking brother - a tall, muscular African American man with broad shoulders and a devilish grin.

Sarah noticed Jack's fascination and nudged him playfully, urging him to make a move. With trembling hands, Jack approached the group of frat brothers, trying to maintain a steady composure. "Hello," he said with a hint of uncertainty. His voice cracked slightly, betraying his nervousness. The frat brothers exchanged knowing glances, clearly sensing the couple's desire.

"Welcome to our party," the tall, muscular African American frat brother spoke, his deep voice rumbling in Jack's chest. "I'm Brody." He extended his hand, revealing strong, calloused fingers. Jack shook it firmly, feeling a thrill run through him at the touch.

"My name's Sarah," she offered, batting her eyelashes playfully. "And this here is my boyfriend, Jack." Her smile was seductive, her body language open and inviting.

The other frat brothers began joining the conversation, peppering questions at Jack and Sarah about their relationship. Holding court with some of the most impressive, well-built men he had ever encountered, Jack felt an unexpected surge of both excitement and fear. Nightly he had fantasized about being in the arms of a dominant black gentlemen but would be have the courage to act on those desires?

As they continued talking and mingling, Jack found himself growing more comfortable around the frat brothers. Their charm, wit, and confidence radiated, leaving both Sarah and Jack smitten.

As shared stories, laughter, and drinks, several brothers seemed held captive by Sarah's charm and beauty but not Brody. It was clear to see that Brody was taken by Jack's slim build and angelic facial features. Sarah noticed this as well. She watched their interaction with increasing excitement, her imagination running wild with the possibilities of what could happen tonight.

The alcohol flowed and so did the flirting, creating an electric atmosphere. Eventually, Brody whispered something in Jack's ear, causing him to blush profusely. Sarah couldn't help but wonder what was said, her breath quickening as she tried to decipher the secret words.

Suddenly the lights dimmed, casting a hazy glow over the crowd as the music switched to a slower, sensual rhythm. Sarah watch in excited shock as Brody took hold of Jack's hand and led him toward the dance floor.

She saw Jack swallow hard, feeling the weight of his own desire pressing against him. The two started moving to the rhythm of the music, their bodies close yet still untouched.

Outside of the dancing area, Sarah stared longingly at the pair, her thoughts racing. "Oh, I wish we could join them!" she thought. She felt her pussy quiver with need, her nipples hardening under her dress. "Maybe if I dance alone...", she decided, making her way to the dance floor.

As the music's beat intensified, Sarah allowed herself to surrender fully to the rhythms, allowing her body to move freely and passionately. She let the energy of the crowd envelop her, the room buzzing with the same excitement she felt.

Curious about Jack dancing with a black man, her breath quickened with anticipation. She moved closer to them, her body swaying with the music, feeling the heat of the room radiate through her skin.

Jack noticed her approach, and his gaze flickered momentarily to hers before returning to Brody. A flush crept across his cheeks, and his heart raced with unspoken desires.

As the song came to an end, the music shifted once again, taking on a more intimate tone.

Continue to spy on them, Sarah could sense the connection between Jack and Brody growing. Her eyes wandered to the floor below, her heart pounding in her chest as she imagined the scenarios that might unfold.

In her mind, she pictured Jack and Brody kissing passionately, their hands roaming over each other's bodies with eager curiosity. Her imagination ran wild as she envisioned Jack submitting to Brody's dominance, giving himself completely to the power and magnetism of the alpha male.

As if her mind was directing their actions, Brody slide his arms around Jack. Frozen by disbelief, Jack was struggling to process the situation. Yet, despite his shock, he felt strangely at ease in Brody's embrace. It was as if something inside him had been waiting for this moment; waiting for the chance to experience the intensity of his desires firsthand.

Feeling the warmth of Brody's body press against his own, Jack suddenly became aware of how much he wanted this. His mind replayed countless nights spent fantasizing about this exact scenario, his imagination now turned reality.

Jack found himself transfixed, unable to look away from the unabashed display of power and raw masculinity before him. As Brody's large, black hands roamed across Jack's torso, his breath caught in his throat. Desire coursed through his veins, threatening to consume him whole. Brody's touch was confident, assertive, and utterly hypnotizing.

Meanwhile, Sarah observed the unfolding events with an excitement she'd never before felt. As she watched Jack and Brody locked in a tender embrace, her body responded with a yearning for physical contact. Her clit throbbed with arousal, her nipples hardened against her thin fabric dress. Witnessing Jack's fantasies come alive before her eyes, Sarah felt her entire being hum with a burning need. The room seemed to spin around her, her body yearning for release.

Seeking the attentions of a black king to help her get that release, she pushed deeper into the dance floor, not noticing Brody leading Jack by the hand toward the stairs.

As Brody lead him by the hand toward the stairs, Jack felt like he was in a dream

This could not be happening, he thought, as the world spun around him. Yet, as they reached the landing, a door revealed itself to them, unlocked and open.

Brody, stepping in front of Jack, closed the door behind them. The room was dimly lit, casting mysterious shadows along the walls. An air of sexual tension hung thick in the air, a palpable sensation that made Jack feel as though he was walking into a new, unexplored world. Brody turned to face Jack, a fierce gleam in his eyes.

He grabbed Jack's waist, pulling him in close, their lips mere inches apart. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as the anticipation built between them. Jack could taste the desire on Brody's lips, his tongue brushing against Jack's lips teasingly, inviting him in. Sacred yet unable to resist any longer, Jack leaned in, their lips finally meeting in a searing, hungry kiss.

Brody's lips were soft yet demanding, taking control of the kiss while giving Jack the freedom to explore his mouth. Jack surrendered to the intense sensations, savoring every touch, every caress, and every moan. The passion between them grew with each lingering kiss, the intensity of their lust only fueling their desire.

Jack felt his small cock harden beneath his clothes, throbbing with need as he pressed himself against Brody's rock-hard frame. Brody's hands traced slow circles along Jack's shoulders, down his sleek back, and then up his chest to his neck, sending sparks of desire coursing through his veins.

Jack's mind swirled with confusion and desire as he tried to comprehend the intensity of the moment. He had been curious about sex with a black man, but the intensity of his feelings for Brody took him by surprise. This wasn't just another hookup. It was something deeper, something primal.

As Brody's lips descended towards Jack's neck, he trembled with anticipation. The room around them fell silent, the world outside ceasing to exist as they explored one another's bodies.

Jack felt his shirt being pulled off him, exposing his slim, smooth torso. Brody ran his hands over it, stopping briefly to cup his round ass. Jack moaned at the sensation, his head falling back as he reveled in the feeling of Brody's strong fingers gripping him.

His cock hardened even further, straining against his briefs. With trembling hands, he reached for Brody's fly, fumbling to undo the button and zip.

"Fuck, Jack," Brody murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You're so damn hot."

Jack felt his face flush with pride, but his nervousness persisted. He had never done anything like this before, yet the thrill of being with Brody outweighed his fears.

As their hands roamed over each other's bodies, Jack couldn't help but notice the contrast between their physiques. Brody's well-defined muscles versus his lean, smooth curves.

This only served to ignite his passion even more. Their hands met once again, this time grasping each other's very different erections. Brody's dark, thick and long. Jack's pink, slender and small.

He felt the difference between them in size, his small penis feeling engulfed in Brody's big hands. It sent a wave of embarrassment through him, coupled with an underlying sense of arousal. He looked up at Brody, seeing a mixture of curiosity and lust in his eyes.

"I have never" Jack whispered, trailing off as he continued stroking Brody's massive cock. Brody leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Jack's lips. "Trust me baby, I know what you need" he said softly, cupping Jack's face with his free hand. Jack's mind was racing. He knew he should stop, but his body refused to listen. He found himself lost in the sea of desire, swept away by the tidal waves of passion.

Without hesitation, Brody led Jack to the bedroom, both of them barely able to contain their lust. They quickly stripped the remainder of their clothing off. Brody towered over Jack, his dark skin contrasting beautifully with Jack's pale complexion.

He lifted Jack onto the bed, his strong arms holding him effortlessly. The smell of sweat and arousal intensified, the atmosphere electric with anticipation.

Jack felt a surge of excitement, knowing that this was a moment he would never forget. His body quivered with anticipation. His heart raced as Brody's eyes roamed across his body, taking in every detail of his slim figure.

Brody leaned in closer, pressing his firm chest against Jack's, his breath hot against Jack's ear. "Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Jack trembled slightly, feeling the strength of Brody's muscular body against his own.

"I-I don't know," Jack stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"Yes, you do" Brody whispered, running his finger along Jack's jawline. "You want your mouth around it don't you, baby."

Jack nodded eagerly, his pulse quickening. Brody grinned, letting his tongue slide across his lower lip in a suggestive manner.

Jack reached for Brody's cock, taking it into his mouth without pause. His tongue lapped at the thick, velvety shaft, circling the head gently. He listened intently as Brody groaned in approval, feeling his lover's hips begin to buck slightly.

Jack took this as an invitation to deepen his blowjob, taking more of Brody's shaft into his mouth. He teased the base with his tongue, eliciting a louder groan from Brody. Jack smiled, feeling a rush of power course through him as he saw the effect he was having on Brody. He bobbed his head faster, sucking harder on Brody's length, his hand wrapped tightly around the base to prevent any slip-ups.

He loved the way Brody's cock filled his mouth, its impressive size making him feel submissive and inferior as a man. His own erection throbbed relentlessly against his stomach, desperate for attention.

Brody groaned deeply, his hips bucking against Jack's soft lips. He couldn't believe how good it felt, his heart pounding with anticipation. Reaching down, he grabbed Jack's hair, pulling him upward and into a deep, passionate kiss.

Their tongues intertwined, dancing and exploring each other's mouths. Their hands roamed freely, finding any part of the other they could touch, feeling every curve and contour of each other's bodies.

Breaking the kiss, Brody moved down Jack's body, licking and nipping his way along the sensitive flesh of his neck and shoulders. He lavished attention on Jack's hard, leaking cock, taking it into his mouth and sucking it with skillful expertise.

Jack groaned, arching his back, reveling in the ecstasy of Brody's skilled tongue. His entire body shuddered with each swipe of Brody's talented mouth. As Brody licked and nibbled at Jack's shaft, Jack felt the building pressure inside him growing stronger.

He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to finally have Brody inside him, taking him completely.

Brody's skillful mouth and adept tongue were expertly bringing Jack to the edge of ecstasy. Every movement of Brody's lips against his shaft, every stroke of his tongue on the tip, pushed Jack closer and closer to the precipice.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Jack cried out Brody's name, his body tensed in anticipation.

At that moment Brody stopped. He leaned close. "Tell me what you really want Jack?" "Please," Jack managed to utter, his throat dry with anticipation. "What you want is for me to take you, isn't it?"

Jack's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks turning bright red. "Y-yes," he stammered, his body trembling with anticipation. "I want you to take me."

Brody's expression turned intense, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Is that right?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "And how exactly do you want me to take you?"

Feeling emboldened by Brody's dominant tone, Jack blurted out, "I want you to fuck me, sir."

Brody smiled, a devilish glint in his eye. "If that's what you truly desire, my little white boy, then let's get started." He positioned himself between Jack's legs, his rock-hard cock now dripping with anticipation.

Jack felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement as he watched Brody lubricate his erection with saliva. "You're going to take it easy on me, right?" he asked, his voice cracking with uncertainty.

Brody chuckled, wrapping his strong arms around Jack. "Don't worry, little one, I'll take care of you." His words echoed in Jack's ears, stirring him with excitement. He nodded eagerly, allowing Brody to guide him into position.

As Brody entered him, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Jack's body, causing him to moan and gasp with every movement. The rhythm of their bodies syncing, creating a dance of desire.

Jack felt Brody's raw masculinity pulsating within him, sending waves of sensation throughout his body. His eyes met Brody's, conveying a mixture of trust, surrender, and pure adoration. With each thrust, the intensity increased, building upon itself until Jack felt his orgasm nearing.

Brody adjusted his position, ensuring he hit Jack's prostate with each powerful thrust. Jack's cries became louder, his body writhing beneath Brody's relentless movements. Their entangled limbs glistened with sweat, their hearts racing as they approached the ultimate climax. With a final push, Jack's orgasm erupted, his body bucking wildly under Brody's control.

Brody followed suit moments later, letting out a primal cry as he felt his release. Their bodies convulsed together, sweat mingling with their juices as they clung to each other in the aftermath.

Jack lay there, replete with a sense of satisfaction he had never known before. The world seemed to spin around him, the afterglow of the encounter leaving him dazed and disoriented.

He found himself wondering if this newfound connection with Brody would develop into something more. For now, though, he simply allowed himself to bask in the euphoria of their shared experience.

Meanwhile, down on the main floor, Sarah's hips swayed seductively to the beat of the music, her eyes fixated on the group of attractive African American men gathered nearby. Her skin glistened with perspiration, and her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, accentuating her curvaceous figure. As she looked around the party, Sarah knew that tonight was her chance to explore her fantasies and fulfill her curiosity about the infamous black male anatomy.

One of the young men caught her gaze, smiling at her invitingly. Sarah returned his smile, her heart racing as she stepped toward him. "Hi," she said, trying to sound casual. "So, this party is really fun!"

The man introduced himself as Marcus, a senior at the university. They talked for a bit, getting to know each other better. Sarah noticed that he was not only charming, but also incredibly well-endowed based on his baggy jeans. The thought of experiencing such a unique physical feature intrigued her even more.

As they continued talking, Sarah grew increasingly excited at the prospect of exploring Marcus' endowment firsthand. When the conversation turned to where they both lived, Sarah seized the opportunity to invite Marcus over to her place for a nightcap. She knew that once they were alone, her fantasies could become reality. Marcus agreed readily, appreciating the fact that she was confident enough to make the suggestion. The two quickly finished their drinks and left the party together, heading towards Sarah's apartment.

As they walked, Sarah found herself growing increasingly anxious. Despite her confidence earlier, she began to question whether this was such a good idea. What if things got too intense? What if she couldn't handle it? But then again, the thrill of the unknown excited her.

Once inside the apartment she shared with Jack, they stood facing each other, their eyes full of desire. Marcus began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his muscular torso and thick arms. Sarah admired his physique, her eyes tracing the definition of his abs and the curve of his pecs. She couldn't wait to feel those strong arms wrapped around her as they moved together.

Marcus pulled off his shirt, revealing a tribal tattoo across his chest that seemed to match the strength of his powerful frame. Sarah couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as she took in his appearance. "You look amazing," she said, running her fingers along the lines of the tattoo.

She then reached out to touch the impressive bulge in his pants. "This looks very promising," she added with a playful grin. Marcus chuckled, feeling a mix of anticipation and pride. "Just wait and see," he teased, slowly undoing his belt. "Let's start with getting you comfortable," he suggested. Sarah nodded enthusiastically, her heart racing with excitement. She removed her clothes, letting them fall to the floor, revealing her curvaceous body.