Look At My Cock White Girl by wife4hungblk

A literotic sexstories: Look At My Cock White Girl by wife4hungblk ,

Look At My Dick White Girl; 1

Looking back I wonder how many times I’ve sat in that booth oblivious to the world around me while reading or studying and sipping a latte. My day had started and was unfolding like every weekday of my life. Running late to classes, a hurried lunch, more classes and then relaxing here in my favorite coffee house while studying for tomorrow.

It must have been fate that on this day I was reading a story, Fanny Hill, for English Literature that had many passionate love passages and instances of sex written into the story plot. The writing had stirred a passionate response in me as it had been quite some time since I had allowed my mind to turn to anything sexual in nature. It had been months since Arnold and I had called it quits and our sex life had fallen off months before the actual break-up.Maybe my face had turned red or something and he had picked up on my sexual uneasiness, the pumping of my thighs as I squeezed them trying to sate the gnawing craving within my loins, I don’t know. But the young man sitting across from me in the shop, some thirty feet or so away was definitely interested in me. I don’t know what caused me to look up, a sixth sense or whatever that feeling is that one gets when someone is staring at you, but I did. His gaze was straight towards me and when I looked at him he quickly turned away, not embarrassed but more like he was up to no good. Pretending to read I kept watching him with my peripheral vision, something making me quite uneasy about the way he kept staring at me. He was a young and good looking African-American man, brown eyes, black hair, and seemed to be quite fit in stature.

He had an overcoat thrown casually across his waist as he sat at his table and his legs stretched out in front of him with ankles crossed. His eyes were so striking, and when he looked at me it was as if he was looking into my soul. I felt that he could somehow see the passion that was filling my body from the words that I read, and that thought caused a fire to burn within my groin. I glanced up and my eyes were looking directly into his and the passion I saw there sent a shudder to course through my being. It was as if he were stroking me from within, touching my most private places using only his eyes. His dark orbs burned with an intensity that I’d only seen in men while making love.

Like most white women I guess I had fantasized many times while masturbating about being forcefully taken by a very well endowed black male. Of course my upbringing would never allow me to engage in that act willingly so in my fantasy I was raped, forced to do unspeakable things to him and the friends of his that he gave me to. I never failed to orgasm intensely and repeatedly while under the influence of this vision. And now here I was, my eyes gazing into a black man’s eyes and my mind sensing that somehow he knew of my most dark desires and needs.

I had to break contact with his eyes as I felt uncomfortable and my breathing had deepened and become quite raspy. I was grappling with the intensity of his gaze, looking down at my novel when I first noticed the slight movement of the coat upon his waist. His left hand was holding his coffee cup but his right was under the coat, unseen. His hips shifted almost nervously and his tongue ran quickly over his lips, wetting them as his eyes lowered and his gaze fell beneath my table. I could feel his gaze burning into the skin of my partially exposed thighs as I watched the movement under his coat quicken. Turning my head to face him I openly watched as the coat slowly fell away from his uplifting hand and a dark object arose, poking from behind the folds of the coat. It was with a sudden gasp that I now recognized the bulbous shape of his glans as he moved it into my sight.

Quickly I lowered my gaze to the pages before me and began reading in earnest………..”placed me favourably for his wanton purpose of inspection. Then, who can express the fire his eyes glisten’d, his hands glow’d with! whilst sighs of pleasure, and tender broken exclamations, were all the praises he could utter. By this time his machine, stiffly risen at me, gave me to see it in its highest state and bravery. He feels it himself, seems pleas’d at its condition, and, smiling loves and graces”,…….and as if acting from the written words I read he pulls his hardened rod to an erect position and holds it in all its huge glory for my eyes to feast upon. My body reels with the craving passion that causes shudders of delight to race through me as I try desperately not to look at the delight he offers. My mind is confused, I am angry, I cannot believe the boldness of his actions, but also I cannot deny the throbbing need that I feel in my body.

He wears a leering smile on his face as he sees my thighs pumping faster. It’s as if he knows the effect his baring his manhood has upon me and try as I might I cannot help but squirm and press into the seat seeking some pressure to relieve the throbbing need his actions have instilled within me. The words I read offer no solace to my minds need….”I, struggling faintly, could not help feeling what I could not grasp, a column of the whitest ivory, beautifully streak’d with blue veins, and carrying, fully uncapt, a head of the liveliest vermilion: no horn could be harder or stiffer; yet no velvet more smooth or delicious to the touch”……I close my eyes and lay my head back against the cushioned seat as my clitoris throbs unabashedly and a yearning emptiness that craves to be filled wettens in anticipation. From beneath near closed eyelids I watch him as he strokes his thick stallion like cock, his huge glans throbbing with a boldness that is plainly visible even from this distance.

I want to run, to disappear, but a part of me keeps me riveted to my seat. My muscles feel frozen, tensed, my breathing is ragged and deep and I crave to touch myself. My mouth waters at the thought of placing my mouth down over his huge glans, his hand on my head forcing me to suck the cream from his balls….NO!…NO!!…I can’t think those thoughts I tell myself as I feel my resolve slipping away.

I glance around almost furtively to see if anyone else can see what he is doing but I see no one, not even the counter help. His eyes glisten with a demonic fire as he watches my chest lifting and falling, thighs squeezing, knowing full well how I crave to press my body down onto his ebony shaft and feel it spurting it’s hot seed into my depths as my own orgasmic juices mingle and mix with his. His hands, both now, move up and down his thick shaft as I now openly observe his actions. My eyes seem to feel the hardness he possesses and his length now extends over the tabletop.

I know what I am about to do and my whole being screams its revulsion but the forces building within me demand relief and I have no ability to prevent it as my thighs uncross and open. My skirt rides up my thighs as my thighs spread wantonly. My mind is gripped by a carnality unlike any I’ve ever known. My breathing is deep, hurried, as my hands extend to my inner thighs while my gaze caresses the object of my all consuming desire. I position myself to where he is looking directly at the treasure he openly desires. His hand begins pumping rapidly as my fingers pull my panties aside and I begin slowly rolling my clit under the balls of my fingers. I can’t control my hips as they hunch, roll as in my mind I feel his animal like cock open and enter me. Spasms race through me, jolts of pure pleasure emanate from my manipulating myself as in my mind he rises, comes to me and forces his magnificent cock deep inside me. He presses his rod downward to point towards me and I see the gleam of his precum as it oozes from his tip and I know he nears cumming. His wanting me to know that fact causes me to hunch quickly into my caresses.

That thought fills me with a molten heat, a burning within my soul to feel that hotness erupting inside me. My hand quickens it rubbing of my clit and my other presses three fingers as far as possible into my clenching cauldron of pleasure. I feel the first tremors of orgasm as I watch his thighs tighten and lift, cock stiffening and his large glans swelling like a stallion trumpeting! Like an exploding volcano it erupts, sending long streaming ribbons of his pearlescent thick cum rocketing upwards like cannon-shot. His hands stroke quickly, sporadically, as his asscheeks squeeze, hips rising and body trembling before relaxing and settling back into his seat. Each tensing uplifting sends another thick glob of ecstasy streaming like a comet, its tail trailing from his pulsing tip. His urgency relieved his balls continue to pump the seemingly endless supply of his molten lava from his tip.

My entire body quakes as I think of him erupting so arduously deep in my womb. I hear the squishing of his hands as they continue stroking amidst the overflow of his balls as it flows down his long shaft to coat his pumping hands, lubricating them. That sight has me rolling and fingering my pussy until my whole body is tensed in an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever felt roil my mind. My eyes close and I tremble and shake for what seems hours as hard spasms rock my world, and all I can do is hold my hand tightly against my mound and squeeze my thighs and moan loudly, hips rocking back and forth in unison with my spasming pleasure.

When the waves of pleasure finally relent and I’m sitting there with my body jerking, breathing coming in gasps I open my eyes and he is gone! Vanished like an Incubus in the night after sating his needs, leaving me exhausted by my own sating experience. Was he real or just a figment of my imagination caused by my reading such erotic passages in this novel? If not for the coffee cup residing on the table and his ejaculate coating the floor, table and even upon the chair he sat in I could have convinced myself of his imaginary state. Left alone I again begin reading; ” every one of which was a joy inexpressible; and that joy lost in a crowd of yet greater blisses! But this was a disorder too violent in nature to last long: the vessels, so stirr’d and intensely heated, soon boil’d over, and for that time put out the fire; meanwhile all this dalliance and disport had so far consum’d the morning, that it became a kind of necessity to lay breakfast and dinner into one.” And at that I picked up a napkin and began wiping the joy I had experienced from my fingers and thighs. Then I arose and went to the ladies room to freshen up a bit.