Amber felt his dark eyes follow her as she walked past him on the semi-crowded sidewalk and a subtle shiver ran down her spine. She glanced furtively at him, taking a quick mental picture while trying to avoid eye contact, before averting her eyes and continuing towards her building.
He was a big man in his late twenties or early thirties with dark ebony skin, broad shoulders and a shaved head. He'd have been menacing if not for his warm eyes and disarming smile and she felt a familiar tingling between her legs igniting a fire that had been smoldering inside of her for several days.
Amber had never been with a black man before though she often fantasized about them and she was frequently approached and propositioned by black guys, even when she was with her husband John. She had was not particularly attracted to traditional black features but she found their smooth dark flesh appealing especially in contrast to her creamy alabaster skin tone. She was also drawn to them because many of the black men she'd met over the years were naturally dominant, extremely confident and overtly aggressive which played to her naturally submissive demeanor.
She flipped her long, thick, red hair away from her pretty round, freckled face and glanced back over her shoulder at her well built admirer. He was better looking than most black men she saw and she smiled playfully at him as she snapped another mental picture which she would surely use later when she was alone. Most of her recent fantasies had centered around extremely dominant black men. She wasn't sure why that was but she suspected that it had to do with the taboo element of interracial relationships coupled with their confident and aggressive manner.
Amber had been raised in an affluent suburb of Atlanta and in the 1980s, when she was a young teenager, racism in the south was rampant. Her family wasn't especially racist but there had been an unspoken belief even in her home growing up that good white girls didn't date black men. Because of her rebelliousness she’d often been drawn to forbidden fruit and even as a teenager she'd wondered what it would be like to have sex with a black guy. She'd heard the stereotypes and even in high school that had intrigued her. She'd never considered herself a size queen per se but she couldn't deny that sometimes a big cock felt better.
Amber nodded at her door man David, a pleasant balding man in his late sixties, and entered the elevator with a bright smile. It had been far too long since she'd been fucked properly and she felt a surge of wetness seep into her needy sex as she pictured the big, black stranger in what she imagined would be his naked splendor. She had liked the way he had looked at her. It made her feel beautiful and desirable and that was something that she didn't feel everyday. Her husband was a good man and a great provider but he was usually preoccupied by making money and their relationship lacked the intense passion she often craved.
The pretty redhead absentmindedly brushed her fingers across her big, natural breasts and her eyes fluttered excitedly. She'd had big tits since puberty but she'd gained some weight over the years and after she got pregnant with her first child they had become huge requiring custom made f cup bras. Her ass was bigger than it had been ten years earlier and that, coupled with her pale skin and her thick red mane, frequently garnered attention from young black men who were drawn to her generous curves and Irish features.
Her husband had claimed early in their relationship that he hated it when men, especially black men, hit on Amber but he'd softened his stance and more recently he'd seemed to get off on it, which amused her to no end. Amber loved the attention from men and she often teased her husband about it when a black man hit on her. John was a closet bigot and it would have driven him mad to know that his wife fantasized about black guys.
She locked the door behind her and strolled into her opulent, luxury NY City apartment. She could feel the wetness seeping from her needy pussy and she made a bee line for her bedroom as her needy sex got the better of her. It was early afternoon and she'd have all day to get things done before John got home so she had plenty of time to scratch her insistent itch.
Her blouse dropped to the floor moments after she entered her bedroom, baring her rounded, freckled shoulders and she made quick work of her tight skirt and red, lace underwire bra, leaving a trail of clothes from the doorway to her night stand. Her hands were trembling with wanton hunger as she opened the drawer and fished out her secret toy from under several papers inside an old, oversized cigar box she'd taken from her husband after they'd returned home from a trip to the Dominican Republic.
Black beauty was long, thick, life like dildo with a veiny shaft and a chocolate hue not much different than the man she'd passed on the sidewalk downstairs. Her mind reeled as she ran her fingers across the ridge of the bulbous tip and wild erotic images filled her oversexed mind. She'd always had a voracious sexual appetite and in college she'd developed a reputation in her sorority as a slut. Her tastes had changed since then when most of the boys she fucked were white athletes and fraternity boys but deep down she was still a slut.
"Oh fuck," Amber sighed softly. Her legs quivered slightly as her smooth, short fingers glided between the slick wet folds of her soaking wet cunt. She was going to cum fast and hard. She was certain of it. She always did when she was that worked up, even when John fucked her, but to get that worked up lately she had to imagine rough nasty and aggressive sex with a well hung black man. It had become her thing.
Her lips slid over the tip of Black Beauty and her eyes closed tight. She pictured the stranger from the sidewalk standing over her demanding that she suck his big black cock and she shuddered with wanton desire. Her tongue teased the tips and slithered along the ridge of the head while her eyes closed tight. She ached to be forcefully taken, to be pushed to the ground and fucked hard as she cried out in pleasure and pain. She loved pain.
John knew of his wife's submissive nature and her love of dominance and pain but he could never bring himself to oblige. He was a good man and he loved and respected Amber too much to inflict pain unto her. He had a magnificent and talented mouth but just an average dick and they made love instead of fucking like wild animals. She enjoyed making love with him but she needed a good hard fuck from time to time.
The smooth tip of Black Beauty, slick with Amber's saliva glided over her huge tits and she teased her hard, pink nipples before sliding it across her almost flat tummy. She had good genes. That was the only way to explain how her stomach and waist stayed trim while her tits, hips and ass got bigger with each passing year.
"Fuck me hard," Amber groaned to her imaginary lover as the head of Black Beauty parted her swollen labia. She imagined the stranger from the sidewalk hovering over her and looking down at her with a warm hunger in his pretty dark eyes. She pushed the dildo deep with her left hand and moved her right from her sensitive breasts to her tender, vulnerable throat. She imagined the stranger grabbing her throat and choking her as he plunged his big black cock into her depths. He wouldn't use a condom and she wasn't on the pill. What if he knocked her up? What would John say when she gave birth to a black baby? Her mind was spinning a twisted tail of depravity and she loved it. Her body was on fire and she felt the early signs of an orgasm beginning to build inside her belly.
Her stomach tightened and she breathed deep as she teetered on the brink of a much needed hard cum as Black Beauty plunged into her frothy pussy but moments before she got there the bell from the doorman rang beside the bed.
"Fuck me," she grunted angrily as she hit the button activating the intercom with the big dildo buried inside her.
