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Can Anyone Make A Story About Denise, My G/F?

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XxNYX3xX

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Can anyone make a story about my girlfriend. Her name is Denise. She's 19. She is an Mexican American. She lives in a small town, California. She is currently going to a Long Beach U (which is actually located in the middle of the ghetto) She's a little goody good, who I think is a little scared of black people, she hates rap and all, so yeah.

My darkest fantasies about how like black guys become obssesd with her all of a sudden. And somewhow she goes from disliking blacks and hating rap, into someone who loves it all, probably because where she goes to school now. And she starts becoming a slave for big black cock. But not a slut, like she still tries to act like goody good during all of this, and during the black sexing. As 5 of them fuck her. As she gets a facial, as she gets fucked up the ass. And towards the end she starts getting black knocked up after fucking black guys with huge thick as hell blackest cock of all times. And it's either willing or she's powerd when she gets knocked up.

Thanks in advance as always.




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Why thank you very much sir.
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Mmm, just loving it. Got hard from just reading it. Can't wait to hear the rest.
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Great concept and great start. Can't wait to hear more from you two!
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Great start, keep up the good work!
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My wife would write you a story - would you be interested from the female perspective?
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I would love to read to she has to write about this. Please do.
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Mmm will we ever see more of this story. It's so fucking hot!
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Stop this waiting and let's hear more!
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This hot antcipation is *******ing. I sooo want to hear the continuation of this story on this little slut.
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Im guessing this story never has been finished!? Shame, such a great start!!
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It was coming up on our first anniversary when my wife and I proceeded
beyond our usual passionate but essentially mundane love-making and
began sharing sexual fantasies with each other, and sometimes even
play-acting them with each other. Not that there was anything wrong
with our sex life--to the contrary! We had still been in the throes of
our "newlywed bliss" and experimentation hadn't been necessary.
Love-making had been almost always missionary (though my wife did
enjoy being on top from time to time), and the sharing of regular oral
sex, which we both enjoyed giving and receiving, plus lots of stroking
and foreplay. We were quite compatible sexually--or so I thought. By
the time the clock would tick away our first anniversary, my view
would be somewhat different.

My name is Nick. I was 30 at the time of this narrative, 5 foot 10,
long brown hair and beard and mustache, gray "puppy-dog" eyes, fairly
attractive face. Unfortunately, I had two shortcomings (though my wife
didn't think they were, at the time). I was a bit overweight, weighing
about 250 pounds--the only honest word is "fat". I also am not very
well endowed: my dick is only about 5.5 inches, it might reach 6
inches when I'm positively rigid with lust, but I doubt it.

My wife is Denise. She was 20 when this all went down. I won't say
she's gorgeous because you won't believe me. She is, however, quite
pretty and I still feel (even after all that's happened) quite lucky
to have won her love and to be married to her.

She is small, Mexican-American, only 5 foot 6 in her bare feet, and around 120 pounds. She has dark brownhair she wears it hanging to her shoulders. Her eyes are brown. She has a firm,well-toned body from her swimming and a minimal (but highly effective)exercise regime. In fact, she has what I call an "earthy" build: quite lush and well-rounded, especially her firm ass which I absolutely worship. Her breasts aren't huge, but they are round as apples and pleasantly plump with big nipples that come erect at the slightest teasing. Her belly is nicely rounded and firm, and her pussy is both shaved and incredibly tight. She started shaving about a week before we married when she found an old "shaved-slut" magazine of mine as we were cleaning my house and getting her things moved in. She said if I liked that, she'd do it. I should also mention that about the time
this story begins, I shaved too--she laughed when she first saw it,
saying it made me look like a nasty little fat boy, then she smiled
and gave me a really hot blowjob.

The change in our marriage started about a month before our first
anniversary. We had made love very passionately and were quite
satisfied, I thought, but about 15 minutes after I'd turned off the
light and we'd settled down to relax I was suddenly aware of Denise
moaning next to me. I leaned over her naked body and kissed her
forehead.

"You all right honey?" I asked. Her response was to grab my hand and
pull it between her legs where her other hand was busily, frantically
fingering her pussy. I chuckled. "Hey, I thought you were satisfied!"
She moaned.

"Nothing permisteral, lover," she said as I felt her fingers working in
and out of her hot slit, "I'm just incredibly horny tonight and you
were nice but I needed more." She had three fingers stuffed into her
tight little cunt and as I gently stroked her hairless mound I felt
her slip a fourth finger in and begin frantically fucking herself.

"Hey, Brit," I cautioned. "Slow down. You're going to hurt yourself!"
I slid my fingers down her swollen lips and started to wiggle them
inside but she grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

"NO!" she said firmly, almost angrily and I started in surprise. "I
want to do it myself! You can have your hand on top of mine but don't
touch me otherwise." And I lay there beside my wife, my hand on hers
as she furiously finger-fucked herself to a long, shuddering cum. As
she masturbated I felt her other hand slip down between her firm
asscheeks and from the way she stiffened I assume she slid a finger up
her anus. I should point out I had never fucked Denise's ass because
she said she was far too tight and she said even my small size would
hurt too much. All she ever allowed me to do was to lick her crack
from time to time. Being an ass man this was a bit frustrating, but
since I love kissing and fondling ass more than fucking it, I could
live with her prohibition.

Anyway, after she had climaxed she slid close to me and put her arms
around me, kissing me deeply in the dark. I stroked her hair and
asked, "So what was that all about, honey?" She was silent for a
moment, then giggled softly.

"I had an interesting day," she said. "I had to take a bunch of papers
out to Adams." I need to explain that Denise, sweet, small Denise,
works for the state department of corrections in their main office in
the city. Sometimes she has to do courier work and ferry various
documents to local jails and primisters. "Adams" is a medium-security
primister about 20 miles from town. Yes, she has to wear a uniform when
she goes out to the jails. I think she looks pretty bitchy and
dominating in her uniform--I wouldn't want to get on her bad side,
even though she's not a guard.

"So? You've done that before," I said. "You've never been like you
just were, though."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she replied, stroking my chest--stroking my
tits, to be honest since being as fat as I am I have a set of breasts
almost but not quite as large as Denise's (and not as sexy looking
either). "It's just that... well, I've never been out there in the
summer when they have the inmates in the yard... and most of them were
working out... and they looked REALLY hot!" I became aware that
Denise was rubbing her smooth mound against my leg. She was hot and
wet against my skin.

"Whoa, Brit!" I pulled my leg away and she whimpered slightly. "Are
you saying you got turned on looking at those guys?" She giggled
again.

"Yeah. You wouldn't believe how good they looked! All firm and
muscular and some of them you could see the bulges in their shorts!"
Denise had her hands between her legs again, as I sat up and turned
on the light.

I looked down at my wife, lying there naked, rubbing herself for the
second time in half-an-hour. "I've never seen you like this, Brit," I
said. "I thought we had a great sex life." Her eyes snapped open and
she stared at me, surprised. Her hands came away from her pussy and
she was sitting up with her arms around me in a flash.

"Oh my god, honey," she said, her tone very sympathetic, and she
kissed me. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad!" What could I say?

"I don't feel bad, Denise, I'm just surprised. I never knew you had
a roving eye!"

"I don't. I mean, I have fantasies, just like you and every other
human being does, but I love you and I'm all yours!" She kissed me
again, deeply. I felt her nipples grow hard against my chest and I
breathed in sharply as she ran her hands over my big belly and down to
my limp dick.

"You have fantasies?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, gently stroking my hairless crotch. "You want to
hear the one I had today? Bet it turns you on!" I was surprised by
this aspect of my wife I had never seen before. Now I know it's
because we'd reached the end of the "newlywed sexual bliss" phase of
our marriage. Back then I had no idea where this was all going to go.

"Ummm, sure, I guess."

"Mind if I play with myself while I tell you?" She looked at me coyly.

"Ummm...go ahead," I conceded. Then, "Can I play with you too?"

"Well, ah, I'd really prefer to do it myself. Don't be hurt, ok?"

"I'm not," I said, frowning slightly.

"You can do something for me though," Denise said with a naughty
grin, laying back and stroking the insides of her thighs with her
small, pretty hands. I raised my eyebrows in question. "In my second
dresser drawer there's a dildo. Get it for me, please?" I guess my jaw
dropped. "Don't look so surprised, lover. I bought it today on my way
home from work. Get it please?"

I got it. Actually it was a vibrating dildo. I stared at the thing as
Denise pulled it from its box. It was 9 inches long and thick, a
real monster (or so I thought--time would convince me otherwise). It
was also black. Denise looked at me and patted the bed next to her
gorgeous body.

"Sit down and watch, love," she said. "I'm gonna tell you a very hot
story and when I get done I'll suck you til you cum." What the hell,
with an offer like that I couldn't say no. As I watched, Denise ran
the big dildo over her tits, and her nipples stiffened. She ran the
big black rubber cock down to her pussy and rubbed it against her
puffy cunt lips. When she backed off a little I could see the head of
the dildo was very wet. Denise teased herself, and began to tell me
her fantasy.

It was amazing. She told me how she often fantasized about the
primisterers she saw, especially the black ones. The ones that day had
been bare-chested, sweaty, working out and that had turned her on.
They had also watched her as she went into the administration
building, and they'd been waiting by the fence when she came out.
Their comments as she walked back to the car had been crude, very
sexual, and had made her very horny. She wasn't totally sure but she
thought one of the black men had pulled down his shorts and flashed
his cock at her as she walked past. In the car she said she had an
orgasm.

I guess my face showed my consternation, because she stopped. "You
okay, honey?" she asked. "You're not upset are you?"

I wasn't actually. I was just really shocked to hear that my wife was
excited by other men. But when I looked down at myself and was honest,
I guess I understood. I'm a very nice guy with a good permisterality, but
my body is fat and my dick is small. I decided it wasn't surprising
that my wife, attractive and sexy as she is, would sometimes think
about better-built, better endowed men. Plus I felt twinges of
excitement in my crotch as I thought about my wife eyeing a row of big
black primister inmates with lust in her eyes. "No, I'm just getting used
to the idea," I said, and my voice sounded a bit high and tense. "Go
on."

She did. She told how she got in the car and stared out at the inmates
who had gone back to working out and she started thinking about them
grabbing her, ripping her uniform off and fucking her silly with their
fat black cocks. At this point in her story she shoved the big black
dildo up her tight cunt--not slowly, no. She fucked that 9-inch rubber
prick right up her pussy with one stroke and she squealed like a stuck
pig when she did it. My little dick got hard and I imagined it was one
of the black primisterers stuffing my wife's hole.

As she sat in the car she undid her pants and began fingering herself
to a wild cum. She said it was like that the rest of the day. She
fantasized about big black inmates gang-fucking her and went to the
bathroom three times to masturbate. Denise told me her fantasy was
that they grabbed her while she was at the primister, or broke out and
came to the house and got her and fucked her and made her take their
cum all over her body and in her mouth and just basically used her
holes for their raunchy satisfaction. She said she even thought about
taking big black cockmeat up her ass!

I just sat there watching my wife dildo-fuck her hot cunt and listened
to her filthy story, and getting horny thinking about watching such a
scene. I began to see her in my mind, fucking and sucking all those
black primisterers, and I began thinking about what I'd be doing during
this. Finally I broke into Denise's lusty monologue.

"That's pretty hot, Brit," I said. My voice sounded funny to me, and
she opened her eyes and looked at me. "That's a wild fantasy." My own
nasty fantasy was growing swiftly and I gulped. When I spoke again, I
swear I sounded like I'd breathed helium, my voice was so high and
whiny. "Can I add to it, baby?"

Denise's eyes were wide as she pummeled her cunt with her black
dildo. "Yesss," she hissed, "But it better be fucking hot and nasty
like my big fat black cockmeat!" I shuddered and raised up on my knees
so my wife could see me stroking my little dick. I hoped she could see
it under my fat, jiggling belly.

"I'd love to watch you doing that," I said and she gasped. "I'd love
to have those black guys break into the house and tie me up and set me
in a chair where I would have to watch you take them all on." Denise
moaned and began working the dildo in her cunt, staring into my eyes.
"And they'd take your dildo and shove it up my ass!"

"Holy cuckolds brownie!" Denise yelled. "You'd like that?!" I grinned
sheepishly.

"You're not the only with a nasty fantasy or two, honey! I have a
bisexual dream or two, ok?"

"I guess so...it's just surprising to find out my husband thinks about
cock." The look in her eyes was kind of odd, but really hot. "Is there
more?" She looked at me questioningly. I nodded.

"You'd fight them at first but once they started fucking you, you'd
really get into it. You'd beg for them to use you as their whore while
you looked at me with a fire in your eyes that told me just how much
you enjoyed getting fucked by such BIG cocks." Denise nodded,
wide-eyed, and fucked herself. "When they all got done squirting your
holes full of cum you'd get up and come over to me and sit on my face
and make me clean you out while I bounced on the dildo and you jacked
my dick until I came all over my belly."

"Oh, how slutty!" Denise moaned.

"Yeah, you'd look good," I replied and she gave a nasty laugh.

"Not ME, baby, YOU!"

That was all I could take, I began to cum, spraying my juices all over
Denise's tits and as it splattered on her Denise shoved the black
dildo clear to the balls and screamed out an incredible climax. It
must have lasted five minutes.

I started to get up and Denise grabbed my hand. "Where you going,
love?" she asked.

"To get a washcloth and clean us up." I pointed at her slimy tits and
her soggy cunt and thighs, then at my own fat, sweaty belly and tiits
and crotch. Denise shook her head.

"No, I want us to relax just like this, wrapped around each other and
rubbing our nasty, sweaty, cum-dripping bodies together all night
long. I wanta feel it on me and smell it in the morning."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I never knew you had this nasty streak in you,
Brit!"

"Well, I do," she answered with a naughty grin. "Is it a problem?"

I slid down next to her, rubbing my own fat tits against hers and
reaching down to get a handful of her cunt goo and smear it all over
her ass. "Fuck no! It's ok with me!"

She laughed. "Somehow I knew you'd like the idea of me getting fucked
by fat black cocks."

As we lay there in the dark again I asked, "Would you really want to
do something like that?" She moved langourously against me.

"I don't know. If the situation ever arises, we'll see."

With that, we went to relax.

* * * * *

Like I said, it was about a month before our first anniversary and I
needed to figure out what to give Birttany as a gift. Of course I
wanted it to be special and after our bout of fantasy that night I
began thinking how I could fulfill her lusty dream for her.

I talked to a friend of mine who worked in the same office as Denise
and he told me about a special work-release program that some inmates
were in. If they were offered work they could get a special pass to be
out of the jail for up to 12 hours while they worked. They would be
escorted by a guard. The cost was based on how many men were needed.

My friend Darrin happened to be a burly black guy and I asked him if
he could arrange to be the guard. He looked at me curiously and wanted
to know why I asked. I swallowed to build up my courage and told him
about Denise's fantasy and how I wanted to fulfill her fantasy on
our anniversary. He just grinned and asked me if, as the guard, he
would be allowed to take part. I said yes, as long as he was dressed
as an inmate. He allowed that that could be arranged.

"So how much for nine guys, plus you?" I asked. He did some figuring
in his head.

"Well, you usually have to pay $500 minumum, and since there's some
risk for me I'd have to ask for more..." His voice trailed off.

"What?" I demanded. I hoped he wasn't going to get greedy.

"Well, Denise is such a fine piece of ass, I'll tell you what. I was
going to say a thousand bucks," and he held up a hand at my gasp, "but
what we'll do is that you give me the thousand, I'll make the proper
note in the book, then I'll give you back the thousand as payment for
letting us fuck the whore you're pimping for."

I was stunned. I was also incredibly excited--the thought of selling
my wife's body was so fucking hot.

"Just one other thing," Darren said. "I get to choose the nine guys,
and I warn you they're going to be mean, ugly, ladyfuckers with
fucking huge cocks. They'll wear Denise out and I guarantee once
they get started you won't be able to stop `em. Most of `em haven't
had a piece of ass since they went in. Is that ok?"

For a moment my good sense tried to get me to back out, but I thought
with my damn dick again and I said yes. And then I had to explain
myself, "See, Brit and I got married with her right out of school. I
don't want her to think she was denied a fulfilling sex life twenty
years down the road because we got married when she was so young. If
she wants to enjoy some black cock now and sow some wild oats, that's
a whole lot better than a divorce somewhere in the future." I spoke
fast, trying to convince myself more than Darren.

"Shit, Nick," he said with a grin. "You don't have to convince ME! Now
what's the scenario?"

I began to describe how the whole thing would proceed.

* * * * *

The morning of our anniversary Denise greeted me with a big smile
and a kiss. She even had a single rose laid on my plate at breakfast.
I gave her a nice card I had selected, along with a little bottle of
expensive perfume. She kissed me deeply as we sat down to eat.

"So what does this mean," she asked, smiling sweetly as she read my
card. "You have a surprise for me?"

I nodded knowingly. "Could be. You'll just have to wait and see." She
gave a little pout that made her look incredibly sexy. Then she fixed
me with a cool stare.

"Well, two can play that game. I was going to tell you something
special but now you'll just have to wait til after work." Her cool
gaze vanished in a warm and radiant smile. "So there!"

We both laughed and went on our ways, she to the corrections office, I
to the radio station where I work. I wondered what her surprise was,
then shrugged it off. We both had work to do, there was no use wasting
time wondering. Besides, she'd find out about mine that night.

Denise called me twice during the day to tell me she was thinking
about me, then just before she went home (she got off work about an
hour before I did). She sounded kind of funny so I asked her what was
up.

"Well, I was going to call and just say I was heading home and I'd
have a very nice romantic dinner laid on when you got there, but
something just happened and now..." Her voice trailed off in a way I
recognized as her "I'm feeling hot and bothered" tone.

"What happened?" I asked innocently, though I knew well enough.

"Darren stopped by my desk and said congratulations on our
anniversary. Then he asked if he could kiss the bride and you know, I
blushed but said sure, since he wasn't able to make the wedding last
year. So he leaned down and kissed me, and he put a hand on my ass and
slid his tongue into my mouth before I could stop him, and I could
feel a huge lump in his pants against my belly!" Denise's voice was
very thick with excitement. "I pushed him away and told him he was out
of line, and he just gave this nasty little laugh and bent over me
again and whispered that al
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Mmm, just hot. Please more!
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so whatever happen to the rest of this story?
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yeah man and the first story by goldschly070580
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