"Yeah, so just at the corner of 12th and Washington. Around 8. No, I don't know anything about guns, but it was like a pistol of some sort. Yeah, this number to contact me."
Pointless, but I'd promised Megan I'd do it. The police were overwhelmed and ever since BLM basically burned down a block of the city last summer they'd been doing the minimum. Couldn't really blame them for that, either, admittedly, after how they were treated. Police officer was the last job I'd recommend to one of my future kids, at least unless things changed in a major way.
Logging on to my online bank portal to make sure there hadn't been any charges rung up on my cards, I winced as I saw the subscription cost for Blacked and BlackedRaw just coming through. I had to admit that stung a little after getting mugged by a black guy last night, even if I couldn't exactly put my finger on why. I'd subscribed about a year ago thinking that a little taboo porn would help get me more excited for fucking Megan, and it had definitely done the trick. Our sex life had picked up after that, getting back to three or four times a week, which had made both of us happier. It seemed like the more I jerked off the more interested I was in fucking her as well. Guess it was just good for my arousal levels.
Whatever. I had to work. Trying to push that out of my mind, I turned back to the work computer, trying my best to actually get a few things done, despite repeated interruptions by other members of the office worried about my very-obvious black eye. I tended to keep a messy desk, but I got stuff done, and I'd been grinding hard lately, trying to get over the next promotion hurdle. Feeling my head throb just a little, I closed my eyes and tried to push it away, mumbling to myself as I started to dissect the financial filing in front of me.
"...Well, it can't hurt too much." It was lunch, but there was only one thing on my mind: getting off. Taking my phone up two stories of the downtown mid-rise my firm occupied that was still half-empty from the pandemic, I found my preferred bathroom and was almost immediately tuning into Blacked on my phone with my dick in my hand, jerking off steadily as I watched some visibly muscled and tattooed thug pound the shit out of some blonde brat. I don't know why I found interracial porn so hot, but it was basically all I ever used to get off anymore, and it wasn't more than a couple of moments before I was pumping spunk into a wad of paper towel as I watched jizz drip off the blonde's face.
"It probably helps with the headache", I muttered to myself before cleaning up and heading back down to the office for the afternoon shift. And besides, it didn't take me more than a couple of moments. Fast and efficient.
Work mostly crawled by. I texted Megan if she needed me to bring anything home for dinner, but didn't get a reply. Probably busy herself. I ended up leaving a bit later than I'd planned, mostly because I'd spent half the day answering questions about the mugging and thinking about sex. Why was I so insistently horny? Stepping out the main doors of the office into the dusk, I hesitated for just a moment, flicking my head each way, heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the street. Everything looked clear.
The car wasn't that far away, and I felt my shoes scrape on the sidewalk as I practically stumbled to the vehicle before sliding inside, more than conscious of my dick straining for another round despite having jerked off only a few hours ago. Shaking my head, I checked my phone for texts from Megan and shifted into drive.
Before the pandemic, I'd have jerked off at home, but now that Megan was working from home all day every day I found it a little difficult. I didn't want to tell her I was still jerking it when we were trying for a kid, after all. Doing it at work was normal, but every so often I stopped by a porn shop where I could turn the volume up a little and actually stroke at leisure. I hesitated at the normal turn but shook my head and headed home. It was already too late today.
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Another day at work and it was more of the same. Dashing upstairs at lunch to watch Blacked and pump out another load. I procrastinated through the afternoon, frustrated by my inability to get shit done. Looking at my inbox I sighed. Was this really worth it? Did I want to spend another decade hunched over a computer crunching numbers?
It was only four or so but my mind was a mess and there was no way I was getting anything done. Making excuses to leave the office a little early, I drove straight over to the porn store that I'd noticed a year or so ago and since become a semi-regular at. Parking behind the seedy strip mall, I noticed the lot was mostly empty - not strange for afternoon on a workday. Nodding at the elderly man staffing the desk as I made my way inside, it was only a matter of moments before I was reclining in a booth with my cock out, leisurely stroking to another hardcore interracial scene.
There was no rush, since Megan wasn't going to be expecting me home for a couple hours anyway, so I was going to enjoy it. Maybe even blow two loads. Some dumb college scene was playing out across from me - the black professor bending the white teenage coed slampiece over the desk and fucking her senseless - and I just casually kept stroking, enjoying it, letting myself ride the edge as I savored the experience. Total relaxation. Total pleasure. Stroke. Watch that black dick slam home inside that tight white pussy. Stroke. Again. Stroke. Listen to her beg for black spunk. Keep stroking. A little faster now.
"Ngh, fuck, that's right you cumdumpster, take that cock." I hesitated, hand stopping in mid-stroke on my dick, pausing the video to listen to the voice that was coming from a couple stalls down. Did someone really drag a girl in here? There were always rumors and stories of women ending up here for gloryhole play or other fun, but it's not something I'd ever actually seen.
Trying to act casual, I slid out of my chair and slowly sauntered down the hall, passing by a half-open door where, unmistakably, the sound of a wet, sloppy blowjob spilled out. Feeling my dick react, I couldn't help but stutter in surprise as I finally inched far enough towards the door to realize that it was a black guy being serviced - and a white guy on his knees in front of him.
The white cocksucker was oblivious to my presence, tears rolling down his face as a fat black dick pumped back and forth between his lips, but the owner of that shaft simply glanced at me calmly, almost inviting me to join the party, practically radiating confidence as I couldn't help but stare at the action like I was gawking at a car accident. I figured the white guy was about my age - actually a bit older, maybe closer to forty - while the black guy didn't look much more than college aged, and the thought sprung into my head unheeded that he was objectively an attractive guy: faded buzz cut, muscular, confident.
He quirked an eyebrow at me as if inquiring what I was gonna do, completely at ease with the white guy gagging on his dick and I opened my mouth to reply but couldn't manage any words before finally managing to rip my eyes away from the scene to practically dash out the door, jump in my car and start the drive home, feeling my heart thump in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins as my mind furiously turned over what had just happened.
What the fuck? I had never even contemplated gay shit before, I thought to myself, stuck in traffic. But there was no doubting the idea that I found it hot in...some way? My dick was telling me that for sure. It was probably just seeing it in person, unexpectedly. Adrenaline. Yeah. That's all it was, just adrenaline. Besides, I had been like, a minute away from blowing a load when that had happened, and when you're that horny everything is hot. It didn't actually mean anything.
I closed my eyes just for a second and told myself to concentrate on the road. Right now I needed not to crash. I could think later.
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"Hey, honey. Glad you made it home. Your black eye is looking a little better. Maybe we should...celebrate tonight?" She grinned at me, running her tongue along her lips as I shuffled out of my shoes. "Mm, you spoil me, don't you." I replied, reaching out to grab her fingers. Leaning in, we kissed briefly, and I couldn't help but flush a little in shame at my thoughts from earlier. Not that she noticed, I thought. My mind was definitely spinning going from jerking off to Blacked, to watching a gay interracial blowjob, to having my hot blonde wife tell me she wanted my dick. Whew.
Dinner was excellent, as always, and there was no doubt that Megan was feeling a little frisky, either, running her toes along the inside of my leg as we ate, almost bringing them up to my cock, and I silently gave thanks that I hadn't managed to blow a load an hour ago at the porn shop, because I was feeling it as well and the last thing I wanted to happen was not to be able to get it up when Megan wanted dick. Weird that casually running into that black guy and his cocksucker was a stroke of luck, but hey.
"Work been treating you well lately?" I asked, trying to figure out what had put her in such a good mood. "Mm, I think so. I mean, they always have, or at least I've never complained about them. The office finally get over your black eye?" She stood up from the table to head back into the kitchen, and I stood up to follow her as well, but instead of coffee and dessert it only took us a couple of minutes to leave a trail of discarded clothes heading to the bedroom, groping and kissing like a pair of teenagers before flopping onto the bed, me on top of her, dick teasing her pussy for just a moment before I slid it in and started going to town on her, the bed creaking as I rocked her back and forth, admiring how her tits flopped lewdly every time I shoved forward, feeling the urge to cum after just a couple of strokes and greedily refused to hold back, forcing myself in to the base and pumping a load deep inside her in what had to be no more than a minute before slowly pulling out and flopping back onto the bed.
