Cock Worship (MF, wife, intr, size, preg)

[Michael]

Cock Worship
By Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

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A white rich bitch falls for a well endowed black forklift
operator who works at one of her husband's warehouses. (MF,
wife, cheat, intr, size, preg)
 
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Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won't believe this and
normally I wouldn't admit to it, but I am Otis' cock slave.
There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really
strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come
from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely
educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's
warehouses.

This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even
though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at
our family's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift
operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up to take him
to the airport.

Otis was whizzing around the place on his forklift and I guess
because I was board and he cut quite a figure sitting on that
machine I noticed him... for the first time. His clothes were
very tight fitting; you could almost see the muscles rippling
under the material of his shirt, and those pants he was wearing.
They were jeans, but they looked like they'd been painted on
him.

I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember
that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a
sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he
wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his
pants was bigger than any man I'd ever seem even in the middle
of sexual intercourse. It was amazing.

Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off to the
airport.

I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so
much less complicated if I'd just let things be, but that
beautiful black body with that huge meat-log kept running
through my mind. I just couldn't get Otis out of my thoughts.

It's embarrassing to admit it, but being on my own that night
(with my husband on his business trip) I masturbated to the
fantasy of being taken by big tough Otis and his huge stiff
meat-log. It took my breath away just to imagine that thing
stiff and engorged with male lust. I came on my fingers twice as
I imagined what Otis could do to me with his huge weapon.

It's horrible (but not as horrible as what I've done since) but
I went to the warehouse again the next day just so I could ogle
Otis' hard black body again and to reconfirm that I wasn't
imaging that huge tool of his.

I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the top of the
forklift ramp looking down on that huge black man I realized
that I was going to have to find out what it would be like to
have him. The thought scared me; this new obsession of mine
could ruin my life. If my husband even imagined what I was
thinking, he'd divorce me in an instant; it would disgust him
and make me an outcaste in our social group.

But even with those threats hanging over me I walked into the
Forman's office and told him that I needed Otis to help me with
some furniture at our house. I told him that I was expecting a
delivery at 3 o'clock that afternoon and that I wanted Otis to
go with me to help out.

The Forman wanted to send two men, but I insisted that there
would be the delivery man and that I didn't want to take too
many people away from work. I told him that Otis looked strong
enough to do the job himself with one arm tied behind his back.
The Forman got a chuckle out of that.

So there I was, driving the Escalade with Otis sitting next to
me. What to do? I had him but what now? I knew that I would have
to tip my hand sooner or later, but figured I'd wait until we
got home. I only hoped that this sexual obsession of mine
wouldn't backfire on me. What if he refused to do as I asked?

I shouldn't have worried. As it turned out Otis lives for sex.
All I had to do was take him upstairs and tell him to undress.
He didn't hesitate for an instant, he just ripped at his
clothing until his mighty body was glistening in front of me all
black and hard. He looked like a Nubian warrior god.

I had a hard time swallowing as his huge member began to grow.
It had started out pointing straight down, totally flaccid, but
at least 12-inches, even deflated. Then as he stood in front of
me nude and watched me watching him, the thing as if having a
mind of its own, began to grow.

At first it just got longer and bigger around, and then it began
to snake out from his body until almost in shock I realized that
he had to be 15 or 16 inches long. It looked like a pitch black
shiny baseball bat swaying in front of him, jumping a little
with each beat of his heart.

That's when I lost it. I ran to him and dropped to my knees in
front of the towering beast of a man and began to fondle him,
and in no time I was sucking and licking it. It was way too big
to fit into my mouth but I couldn't get enough of it. I ran my
lips over ever square inch of that organ tongued his nuts. I
could taste his man tasted and he was salty like a pretzel.

Otis just stood there like an oak tree and looked down at me
worshiping his cock. He was magnificent and we hadn't even
exchanged a word, who needed words when there was something this
magnificent available just for me.

A fleeting though ran through my mind, I wondered if my pussy
could accommodate his monster. I could imagine the exquisite
pain that it would cause as it parted me. I wondered if he would
kill me with a thrust. Before I knew what I was doing I was
tearing my clothes off and pushing him down on the master bed
and climbing up his oaken legs to grip his massive staff with
both hands.

I raised myself up and guided his black snake against my pink
slit and pushed. My eyes clamped shut and my lips closed tight
as I concentrated on taking Otis's man-meat in me.

It was a Herculean task, but I managed to stretch my nether lips
enough to take the head of his massive hard-on and then I tried
to sink down on him, but I stopped about half way down. I could
feel him so deep inside me that it felt like it was pushing
against my diaphragm.

Apparent Otis was becoming frustrated with my slow and timid
efforts because he scooted to the edge of the bed and gripping
me by the fanny lifted me bodily, with my pussy still encircling
his knob and he stood up.

Then he began to make little jumping motions. At first he was
just rising us on the balls of his feet then sinking down to his
heels. Then the bouncing became a little more pronounced. As he
accelerated of his movements he sank in and out of me a little
deeper.

I was amazed at how full I felt. I knew that he probably was
deeper in me than any man had ever been before, and he was
probably only half way in. But within the next few minutes, as
he still held me up and bounced I began to become light headed
as his big black baseball bat snaked deeper and deeper up into
me.

After a few more moments I could hear screaming. To my amazement
it was me, I was screaming as he took me deeper and deeper,
grunting now with the effort to hold back, not to thrust, all
the while taking my entire weight in just his hands.

Thinking back to that first time I can't clearly recall how it
felt as Otis fucked my brains out in the master bedroom that
afternoon. I remember everything better afterwards, as we lay
side by side gasping for breath, my body ached in the worst way,
but I also felt absolutely wonderful. Otis had stretched me
beyond belief but I had never felt more female that I did at
that moment.

I looked over at Otis' still semi-hard monster all slick from
his copious cum and mine too and I shivered. I knew in that
moment that I would worship Otis' cock from that day forward.
The problem I had was what to do with my husband. He'd know
instantly, or at least he would after I'd ridden Otis a few more
times, that I was no longer the same size as I used to be.

It didn't seem to matter. I didn't care about the money or the
social status, all I wanted from that point on was Otis'
magnificent cock, all stiff and hard, throbbing to his
heartbeat, pounding my pussy and stickying me up with his
geysers of cum.

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So six months later I'm now with Otis, we live in a hotel room
that he rents by the week. We don't have an extra penny to our
name. My husband found out about us (the first time he tried to
have sex with me, after a week making love to Otis, the truth
came out. His little weenie felt like sticking a dowel into a
storm drain.

Otis was fired too. But I don't care. I don't try to think about
the future. I'm 44 and I'm carrying Otis' baby in my womb. We'll
probably have to go on welfare, but the sex is still incredible
and I should have an easy delivery since Otis has stretched me
so much that a delivery should be a snap.

END

[horny4life]

Nice, me and my stiffie enjoyed that.

[DirtyOldMan]

I love stories like this. More please

[AB-2007]

How'd this get by me, fucking hot story. Thanks

[Janus]

Same here Eric. I've read this story probably 3 times and never commented on it....

Good story, I enjoyed it very much....

Janus