"Maybe these?" he continued, starting to unbuckle his belt. He was smiling down at her calmly. He'd done this a 1000 times and it never failed to get a result.
Rachel was transfixed and just nodded again.
Mike slid his jeans down to his ankles. His legs were thick and rippling, dark sinews of muscle running from his ankles all the way up into his boxers. Rachel salivated as she gazed at the bulge beneath and she swallowed. She looked up into his eyes and saw that he was smiling. It was a deliciously wicked and knowing smile. Her pussy moistened and the final vestiges of guilt drifted away.
"So is this a booty call?" he said, not breaking his gaze.
Mike began to peel down the boxers hypnotically. Rachel melted and her vagina moistened.
"I just want a little..." she stop mid-sentence and her pupils dilated as she watched Mike's thick black cock spring out of his boxers. It hovered in front of her face and she saw it expanding and growing. "Oh my word," she whispered, reaching up for it.
Mike stepped out of his jeans and boxers. Rachel was sitting on the sofa, stroking his boner with her fingers. It was enormous. She was tempted to grab the tape measure from the drawer in the kitchen, but realised how silly that would look. He took her hands and pulled her up and they kissed. His mouth tasted sweet and faintly of mint. But as she nuzzled his taught, muscular neck, she caught the odour of raw musk. Her pussy was dripping and she shivered as she wrapped a hand around his hard on, still marvelling at the size of it. Bending forward, she kissed his chest and found a nipple. It was as hard as the rest of him and she suckled it eagerly.
"You have a lot of clothes on," said Mike.
Coming out of her reverie, she straightened up and pulled her hair back, giggling.
"Upstairs," she muttered. But then an image of Tony popped into her head and she was suddenly torn. She desperately wanted this cock inside her, but... not in their 'marital' bed. "We have a spare room," she whispered.
"No," said Mike firmly, holding her in place with strong hands. "Here."
Rachel looked at him, surprised. Her first reaction was 'this is my bloody house!' but when she caught his eye, she saw he meant business. This was a new experience. She quivered at the idea of being controlled, of just letting go. Allowing this man mountain take what he wanted from her. She suddenly craved being his slut.
"You're the boss," she whispered meekly and she noticed the corner of his mouth turn into a grin.
"Strip," he said firmly. 'There's a submissive hussy inside every woman,' he thought mischievously. 'You just have to tease it out of her.'
Rachel undressed. She tried to do it seductively but she was shaking with anticipation, tinged with lust. And she knew he didn't care anyway. He was going to take her whatever she did and she was hungry for it. She pressed her naked body against him and reached up to whisper.
"Use me," she moaned. "Fuck me like an animal."
He spun her around and bent her over the sofa. She squealed as she fell forward on to her knees. He pushed her head into the cushion, pushing her legs apart with his knee. Then he mounted her, sliding his cock into her sopping pussy. She gasped at the size of it. The width. The length. She swore she could feel the veins in his mammoth tool as it pumped her vagina. She gasped with each thrust as he ploughed her wanton cunt. She'd never felt a man enter her so deeply, his bulbous head pushing against her cervix, the walls of her vagina stretched by his girth as she groaned in pleasure.
Reaching down between her legs she squeezed his ball sack gently. It was tight and smooth. She felt his shaft as it slid in and out of her, sticky from her sloppy fluids. She imagined him a street thug, taking her any way he wanted.
"Deeper!" she moaned. "Harder!"
Mike had the stamina of a bull and he rode her sweet ass, hands gripping her soft, spongy hips and powering his cock into her. She cried out as she climaxed and her legs shook. He kept going, having trained himself to perform like this over several years and she climaxed again. He slapped her cheeks hard with the palms of his hands and she yelped, but kept pushing back and urging him on.
"You can come inside," she moaned breathlessly, but he wasn't going to risk impregnating his best friend's girl. Pulling out, he dropped on to the sofa and pulled her down onto her knees. He said nothing but she knew what he wanted. She wrapped her hands around his enormous sticky shaft. She had never, in her entire life, sucked a guy's cock after it had been inside her. She considered it disgusting. But with this black god she didn't care. Whatever he commanded. He pushed her head down firmly and she willingly took his cock into her mouth and sucked greedily, gripping his shaft with both hands as he thrust into the back of her mouth, tasting her own pungent pussy and swallowing the sticky fluids and saliva whenever she could. Even after climax her vulva was still throbbing. Her nipples brushed against the tops of his muscular thighs as he gripped her chest with his powerful legs.
Mike grunted and swore. "Yea fuck!" he roared as he felt the semen rising out of his balls and up his shaft. The first load blasted into the back of Rachel's mouth and she coughed and spluttered. She pulled back to swallow it quickly and squealed with delight as spurts of jizz splashed over her tits and onto his chest and tummy.
"Clean it up," he growled and she leaned forward and scooped up mouthfuls of cum, sucking it down, shivering as she swallowed. She was reeling with lust and elation. She worked her tongue over his tummy and chest, cleaning the last drips of semen, then came back to his cock and balls and sucked them clean. He wiped cum off her tits with his fingers and forced them into her mouth. She sucked on them greedily. Bending forwards she gently kissed his massive thighs and calves and finally knelt at his feet, head bowed.
Mike placed a hand under her chin and pulled her face up to look at him.
"Good girl," he said simply and she simpered.
