Author's Note: My stories are meant to be sensual, evocative, and most of all...erotic. They are a melding of my fantasies with my real-life experiences over the past eighteen years.
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Erica vH
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Michele's Dark Destiny: the Black Phallus
We were typical Southern Cal professionals. Michele is a La Jolla girl, and I was born and raised in Orange County. We met while attending college in Claremont. I was immediately attracted to Michele's thoughtful personality and athletic, California Girl looks, though for long it remained platonic. Maybe it was intimidation, since every man who sees Michele wants to make love to her, and every man who knows Michele wants to marry her. What an incredible beauty!
And brilliant. Michele was a biology and chemistry student aiming for a biotech career. I was an economics and finance major aiming for law school. We were both top students. Go-getters. Friends were always saying we were a natural couple and eventually we recognized the same. We became closer and closer, until finally we embraced the love that we had known deep down was there from the beginning.
After graduation, Michele took a research assistant position in Santa Barbara with the intent to start graduate school part-time at UCSB. I moved to Los Angeles to attend the UCLA School of Law. It was a tough run being apart, especially the first year, even with only a two-hour drive separating us. There were times when we argued due to stress, and I thought Michele might move on without me. But we stayed together, and when I called to announce that I had secured a law position in Santa Barbara, she cried with joy! I graduated with my degree in May, passed the bar with flying colors in July, and then immediately started my career.
We were engaged that September, then married the following June. Our wedding was amazing, capped by a two-week Tahitian honeymoon. We established a wonderful life with a beautiful home and healthy disposable income.
I quickly advanced to Junior Partner while Michele was working with the same biotech firm, having switched to part-time employment while studying full-time to complete her PhD. Where she found the energy to do all that I do not know! But she felt it was important to continue with the firm, as they are world class and had supported her all along.
Michele saw it all through and earned her Doctorate in Molecular Biology, her strategy paying off as she was subsequently awarded a prestigious Principal Scientist position with her firm. Our families were both so proud! We were on our way and we began to think about starting a family.
In the meantime we each had lots of responsibility, and we had a wonderfully supportive relationship. Our intimate life was good. I say "good" rather than "great" because we were different, sexually. Even though we both come from upper middle-class backgrounds, I was considerably more open: I had a libertarian outlook, while Michele was more traditional.
Yet there is a mysterious duality to Michele. She has always been confident, as you would expect of a 5'-7" woman who hovers right at 130 pounds! And besides her mostly Dutch and French heritage, her great-grandmother was Greek. So she has the kind of clear, beautiful skin that shines golden when she gets just a touch of sun.
Michele has always been comfortable strutting her stuff on the beach, or relaxing in tiny bikinis or nothing at all by the pool. It was always a sight to see her sleek body slipping into or out of the water, bathed in sunlight amidst lush bougainvillea, or in evening torchlight.
Michele exudes a natural, sunny elegance. It shines through in everything about her: her radiant smile; her kindness; her graceful body; and gentle voice. You don't know how many times we have gone out on the town, surrounded by countless attractive women flaunting their goods in less than subtle ways, and yet the eyes of men unfailingly settle on Michele's unforced sensuality. It drips from her being, and so it was frustrating when she showed constant reluctance for any sexual adventure, even something as mundane as a dirty movie.
That all began to change one Sunday evening in late-summer. I was extremely worked up, while Michele was busy reviewing a case study. What to do? I decided to sneak in some porn. I pulled a favorite site up on the TV and searched for something interesting.
As mentioned, Michele was not a fan of porn - she made fun of me every time she caught me watching and that night was no exception! As I watched, I lost track of what she was doing. I thought she was in the study working, when suddenly she appeared in the bedroom in her standard t-shirt and panties, ready to hit the sack.
She looked at the screen and shook her head.
"Tyler! Why do you watch this stuff? It's so lame!" she exclaimed with her hands on her hips.
I couldn't help but smile at her spunkiness - and she looked so hot!
"He's humping her like a puppy and she's squealing like a cat in heat. It's so fake!" she continued.
Again I smiled, laughing at her sense of humor, then wrestled her onto the bed and held her.
"You're adorable..." I said, as we cuddled.
Michele relaxed in my arms, then we watched together as the clip continued. She was barely paying attention, except for giggles and wisecracks about the man's unimpressive equipment, and the "acting". Until the final scene, that is. The transformation that followed her watching that final scene can only be described as an awakening.
What was it? That last scene featured a hugely-hung black man and a beautiful white girl. When this guy pulled his cock out both the girl and Michele gasped! We sat and watched, and Michele did not utter a peep: no giggling; no jokes; no wisecracks. She just sat there next to me staring at the screen, gently holding my hand, at times leaning her head softly against my shoulder. Occasionally I would hear a faint sigh or groan, or hushed comments like, "That's so hot..." or, "It's so incredible..."
I could hear her raspy breathing, and as I looked at her pretty face I could see her slightly parted lips and glassy gaze in the dim light. Michele was truly captivated, quickly forgetting that porn is "fake". I did not say a word, not wanting to break the spell. I just sat quietly, observing her reaction.
It was all very understandable since the visuals were so intense, the girl literally worshipping the man. It was sensual the way she was so into him, even kind of romantic like soft-core porn, and yet despite this it was overpoweringly intense. By the half-way point Michele was gripping my arm tightly and trembling.
All because of this black man and his tremendous sexual power. It's rare to see a porn star respond so genuinely, and even I had never, ever seen one respond like this. The look on the girl's face was a combination of adoration and lust. She was as captivated by him as we were!
And so it continued for another ten to fifteen minutes, getting progressively less sensual and more visceral: first with the man stretching her open in missionary; then with the girl on top impaling herself, where the contrast between her tight body and his size was striking; then with him plowing her from behind on a chair; and finally with the man straddling her chest as he pumped a massive, gooey load onto her pretty face. It went from sensual beauty to domination. Normally Michele was disgusted by such things, but now she simply shook her head with a distant look on her face.
When the scene came to an end Michele and I were both breathless and didn't say a word. We sat there for a few minutes holding each other, kissing. I was rock hard. We settled down onto the bed and started to kiss more intensely as I caressed her. Then I placed my hand between her legs to find she was hot and drenched.
"You're so wet!" I exclaimed. "Soaked!"
Michele bit her bottom lip and gasped, "I know! I'm so hot... I need it!" Then we really started to go at it, touching each other and kissing deeply.
"What do you need?" I asked.
"I need you inside me..." was her breathless reply.
I got out of my underwear as quickly as I could before flipping Michelle onto her belly and pulling her panties down her legs. She quickly got onto all fours, arching her back and presenting her tight bottom to me. She looked so amazing! Even in the dim light I could see that she was swollen and ready. I quickly positioned myself behind her, with my hands on her smooth, gracefully curved hips.
Michele was so hot and wet that I found the mark without looking, effortlessly sliding my seven and a half inches in all the way. She was steaming! I knew it wasn't just due to our kissing, she had to have been stewing for some time. It was the video! It was the black stud dominating the white girl!
I knew it, but I wanted to tease her, asking, "Did you like watching that beautiful girl take black cock?"
She moaned as I stroked into her, but she said nothing.
