A lovely woman who goes by Catherine reached out to me to talk about her life (both real and fantasy) after reading "The Cameron Solution." The result of our correspondence is this story. I think it's pretty good and hope to hear your comments on it (of course, if interracial fiction isn't your cup of tea, you should pass on it to begin with), be they pro or con.
As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within exist only in my (and Catherine's) imagination. Enjoy!
I keep glancing over at the doorman as I fumble with the elevator buttons, acting as if they weren't working even as a shiver of desire snaked its way through my body. I offer him a coy smile as he slowly walks over towards me, his gray uniform contrasting starkly with his dark, almost utterly black skin. He smiles at me as he approached and says in a soft and gravely voice, "Problems with the lift, Mrs. Henderson?"
"I'm not sure," I reply in almost a whisper. "I believe I could use some help."
He pushes the button for the penthouse and the door swiftly opens up. "Maybe I should ride up with you, make sure everything works right."
I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out so I just nod. He ushers me into the elevator car and then pushes the button for my suite. As the door closes and the lift jerks into motion, the doorman turns to me, moving to me, towering over me as I back against the elevator wall. He reaches out and strokes a long, thick finger along my cheek and then runs it back and forth against my lips. "You still need some help, Mrs. Henderson?"
"Oh yes," I moan as I open my lips and then begin sucking on his finger, looking up into his large dark eyes as I do so. Suddenly, my coat is gone and I am standing there in a short, black cocktail dress, the hem much too short for a sixty-year old woman. The doorman's free hand reaches out and fingers the low cut front of my dress and with one violent tug, rips the dress from my body, revealing my nakedness underneath. "Yes, please, oh god, I need your help."
He turns away and presses the emergency button and the elevator car jerks violently to a halt. He turns back, suddenly as naked as me, his body big and solid, black skin gleaming in the overhead light. I run my hands over his warm skin as he slips his finger from my mouth and replaces it with his tongue, his lips pressing firmly against mine.
My hands travel down his chest and around his waist, stroking and caressing his taut butt cheeks before moving to his groin and then wrapping itself around something that cannot possibly be his cock. "Soooo big," I moan as I break our kiss and look down at the huge black cock in my grasp. I feel my wetness splattering against my thighs even as he lifts me up into the air and with my back pressing against the elevator wall, presses the huge head of his black penis against my flowered pussy. "It's just what I need!" I croon as he thrusts into me, spreading me wide as he worms his cock into me with a relentless pressure.
My words disintegrate into a primal scream as inch after inch of African-American cock buries itself inside me, joining the sudden shrill cry of the emergency stop alarm. My short legs try and wrap themselves around the doorman's waist as he chuckles and hunches into me more, each movement of his hips bringing me closer to possessing all his long, thick member.
His tongue rolls over my lips and he laughingly snarls, "That's my little white bitch...just a black cock slut, ain't you? Feel you cumming all over my hard, black dick. I'll help you alright, I'll fuck your white ass till you scream for mercy." He flexes his hips, making me sob with pleasure as he buries the last of his huge black snake in my wet, pulsating cunt while he leans in closer and whispers into my ear, "Then I'll keep fucking you and make you cum forever!.
And he does. The doorman, his skin glistening with sweat fucks me hard and furious, my petite white body a toy in his hands, and making me cum and cum with just the way his massive cock throbs inside me. The elevator seems to shake with every thrust, the dull steel walls sometimes going transparent, letting in bursts of sunshine that mirrors the pleasure roaring inside me. "Fuck me...FUCK ME WITH THAT BLACK COCK, GODDAMMIT!" I scream as he thrusts into me again and again, his torso battering my body even as his wonderful cock batters my pussy. The beauty of the moment is only marred by the jarring noise of the elevator alarm, a vague distraction dwarfed my his massive pole impaling itself in my sopping wet pussy!
I feel his body begins to tense, his cock swelling inside me and I know I am approaching nirvana and will be having the orgasm of my life when I feel his hot seed pouring into my womb. I feel a flood of incredible heat and I scream with the delight as the alarm screeches in my ear and my orgasm begins to overwhelm me as...
...I woke up, my body tangled amidst my sweaty silk sheets, my orgasm so damn close and yet fading as each second passed and I returned to the real world. On the bedside table next to me, the alarm from my cell phone cried irritatingly into my ears. With shaky hands I reached out and silenced the thing, almost in tears over my lost dream and climax. I scissor my legs, feeling my swollen labia rub against each other. I feel a shiver pass through me, partly sexual and partly a chill as the sweat on my body begins to evaporate.
I hear a noise coming from the master bathroom and turn to see my husband coming out, fastening his cuff links. His sixty-six years were showing as I realized his hairline has receded more, the gray trim that was all that was left of his hair was now almost white. His pale skin was mottled with age spots and I wondered where the handsome Paul Newman look-a-like I fell in love with in college so long ago had gone. When he noticed I was awake, he smiled down at me and said, "Good morning darling...rise and shine."
I moaned as I stretched, the sheets pulling away from my body and it made me feel good to see his eyes roaming approvingly over my sixty-year old frame. Years of fastidious and dedicated work had paid off. We both knew that I didn't look like I was nearly old enough to collect Social Security.
My petite five foot two frame could still fit perfectly into my wedding dress and my hairdresser had skillfully hidden any sign of gray in my short, blonde hair. My legs still could turn a man's head and I was no shyer about wearing a short skirt now at sixty, than I had been at twenty. My breasts sagged a little, but still hung attractively on my chest. My nipples, usually small and barely noticeable were hard and erect from my erotic dream and my general condition wasn't lost on my husband.
Cliff sat down on the edge of bed and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Another dirty dream, Catherine?" he said in an amused voice. "Anyone I know?"
I purred as I slipped a hand down between my legs, fingers slipping through the little patch of now snow white pubic hair above my pussy before spreading my moist lips apart. "Stephen...the daytime doorman."
Cliff's eyes rose up in surprise. "He would be quite...formidable, I would think. I'm surprised you haven't actually had him."
