Black Embrace, Chapter 1
Jules had a long, tiring day at work, dealing with her colleagues' computer problems. After hours of running around and fixing their issues, she only had one thing on her mind - some steamy fun with her husband. They've been trying to conceive for more than a year now, but with her husband's new promotion resulting in longer work hours, they've had less time for intimacy. She told herself she'd keep fingers crossed and hoped Elliot would be home soon.
The drive home had her preoccupied with fantasies of intimate moments with her man. As she parked in her spot, she noticed her husband's car was already there, and she immediately rushed inside their apartment. The sight of numerous boxes in the hallway sent a wave of curiosity through her - could it be their first neighbors? On the third floor, she passed by another apartment, from which she heard her husband's voice. She called out his name and heard him slur, "Jules, baby! Come join us!"
As Jules entered, she saw Elliot making a drink at the counter. A dark-skinned man stood next to him, carrying a heavy card box. Jules found herself fixated on this man and admired his chiseled features through his shirt. She wondered why she had never noticed something so undeniably sexy about this black man.
"Jules, this is Tyrone our new neighbor, he just moved into town." Elliot explained as Tyrone approached. Jules noticed the man's bulge, hoping it was possible to hide her blush. After all, it wasn't often that she saw a man like that in person.
"Hi, nice to meet you, Tyrone," she said, shaking his large, dark hand. "Welcome to the neighborhood."
"It's great to finally meet you, Jules," he noted with an intimidating voice that sent shivers down her spine.
Elliot seemed a bit tipsy. Jules had to act fast if she wanted to sleep with her husband tonight. She looked at the clock, lamenting they needed to get him back home. "Well, it's getting late. We'll leave you to settle in, Tyrone."
Tyrone nodded and mentioned his female friend was coming over.
"Make sure you keep it down when she arrives," Jules said with a devious smile. "I'm sure you're in for quite an exciting night!"
Jules gently guided Elliot out of their neighbor's apartment, eager to get back for a night of passion. As they entered their home, she immediately started kissing her drowsy husband.
"I've had such a long day, all I can think about is sleeping with you," she said between kisses.
Although slightly inebriated, her husband still managed to make her feel sexy. He started undressing her, and she joined in until both of them lay naked in their bed. As they continued to kiss and caress each other, the sound of his neighbor's laughter mixed with a hint of envy. "I can't wait to be pregnant," she murmured.
Elliot took her words as an invitation and began penetrating her as they whispered sweet nothings to each other. It seemed like all the tension from the day was gone, and all that mattered was the pleasurable sensations between them. Jules climaxed and enjoyed her husband's embrace as they drifted off into the warm afterglow of love. And while her next-door neighbor was getting lucky, she was grateful to have this moment with Elliot.
Jules shifted her legs, her body situated to make way for Elliot to enter in between them. Gently, she released the grip on her legs and he settled onto the bed. The sensation of Elliot against her felt familiar - his warmth, his strength. Her upper body lifted slightly as she arched, grinding her hips until she felt his erection against her.
"You're here," Jules murmured, her voice soft, a mixture of relief and desire. Elliot nodded, his gaze on hers. Time seemed to slow down; their connection intense as her legs clamped around him, grabbing, pulling him closer.
Elliot peppered her with a series of small kisses and she moaned softly, meeting each kiss with one of her own. As his hips began a slow thrust, her body arched, craving more, desiring the burn she knew would soon greet her. The feeling was indescribable, her mind exploding in a sea of pleasure. But Frustratingly, Elliot lost control. His thrusts became more rough, his breathing erratic, then it was over. As if unaware of it, Elliot slumped on top of her, panting heavily.
"Best sex ever, baby?" Jules murmured, hoping for reassurance.
"Mhm," he settled, his eyes still closed.
"Jules, we aren't over yet. We have to try again," he blurted, needing to reassure himself that he hadn't disappointed her. It's important they do this for the baby.
The night seemed to carry on outside their bedroom, interrupted by a thunderous noise. "Fuck, you're so big." A woman screamed, followed by the hideous sound of skin against skin. A wild pounding met their ears. Despite their exhaustion, they couldn't ignore it. "I think it's Tyrone," Elliot commented. Jules nodded, unable to yank herself away from his words. His question came as a reflection of what they were both thinking.
Jules sensed the scene playing out in the apartment next door. "I heard that." She paused for a moment, her face tensed in frustration, a blush kissing her cheeks. "I think they are almost done."
"Should we say something?" He yawned, his head gradually resting into the pillow.
"No, it's better we just ignore it," she responded, feeling a tinge of anxiety mixed with arousal.
The cries became louder and more frenzied as time passed.
"Fuck that feels so good! I love your huge black cock! Black is way better! Black is way better!"
Jules couldn't shake the woman's shouts as she toyed with the orgasm she'd held back that night. She yearned for Elliot's cock, needing the release he'd given her nights ago, however he left well before her climax. The sights and sounds of an affair now served as a reminder of an unfinished moment. Her fingers resolved to take over his role for the night, her slightest touches causing unthinkable desire to rise within her.
Heavily, Jules hitched her shoulders up, trying to wake Elliot. "Elliot" she whispered, her voice for his ears only. He mumbled, mind lost in sleep but still, he didn't budge.
Withdrawing her arm from beneath the covers, Jules' fingers found the soaked material of her underwear. Her fingers trailed along her body, catching a glimpse of her aroused state and realized every touch urged her on more.
She stopped. Elliot remained in a deep sleep, she couldn't risk letting him wake up to her fingering herself to a taboo stomach-churning fantasy.
Jules could feel a building orgasm and, clutching her thighs, she forced herself to remember the two times she had climaxed outside her husband, on her husband, in a fancied situation where another man took his place - twice.
"His big black cock... His powerful body on top of mine filling me, consuming me, owning me..." Thoughts of Tyrone instantly flooded her mind. "Elliot, can you..."
No, she couldn't say it. She couldn't let him know she was thinking about someone else.
As if lying side by side, she began imagining him gloating, his words tinged with frustration, his image of her enjoying a different man's touch. To save her marriage, leaving the fantasy at that was all she could settle for.
Jules fumbled and tugged at her underwear, relenting to the idea of pleasuring herself. With one finger crazily prowling inside her, Jules felt satiated, until his biological clock was set right. Moving sinfully against herself, her breathing became heavy.
Her mind continued drifting to the unfair intrusion on their room. Amidst her arousal, a wave of guilt swept over her. This was a moment reserved only for her husband.
It was then that Jules decided on her own to bring Tyrone to her life. To live with their secret. Her grip loosened, her mind drifted suddenly, digesting the thought of their own affair.
The moment seemed frozen in time as a soft dimple emerged between her legs, then suddenly, an intense climax that threatened to disturb the silent stillness of the night greeted her.
As she massaged her fingers in and out of her desperate pussy, she could hear her neighbor moaning in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the woman cried out, her voice filled with intense rapture. The door next door slammed harder, louder, more passionately.
"Cum in me, Tyrone!!! Impregnate me! Fill me up with your cum!!!!"
Jules couldn't believe what she was hearing. The woman was asking to get pregnant by Tyrone. Her fingers moved speedily, as she fantasized about Tyrone's massive dick filling up her uterus. She moaned passionately, as her climax struck her like a raging tsunami, tightening her grip and causing her to thrash. Exhausted, she caught her breath, and glanced over to Elliot who continued to sleep peacefully. For a fleeting moment, Jules thought she would be discovered. But Elliot remained oblivious, allowing the sounds of the neighbor's passion to recede.
She couldn't believe what she had just done, letting her mind meander to a black man and the neighbor's secret. Guilt washed over her, but the dark urges that haunted her persisted. Jules slavery drifted off to sleep, her mind consumed by the taboo appeal of the scenario unfolding next door.
As the morning sun streamed in, Jules awoke to find herself alone in the bed. On the nightstand, she spotted a note from Elliot, who had presumably gone to work early for a change. She pondered on the revelation for a moment before realization consumed her: her hand was buried in her panties. Her fingers were wet with her pussy juice as she had withdrawn them. Intrigued, she questioned whether she had climaxed in her sleep.
Jules struggled with feelings of guilt for what she did last night, letting her mind wander to a black man and her neighbor's escapade. As she rose and headed for the bathroom to wash her hands, her mind drifted back to the previous evening. She mused over Tyrone's chiseled body enveloping the neighbor in pure ecstasy. The more she pondered, the more her pussy swelled with desire.
Jules attempted to suppress these sensual notions, but they subsisted. The temptations were undeniable. She waited for an appropriate time before carefully opening her laptop. She inched her way into her forbidden fantasies by searching for interracial porn.
As Jules delved further into her pursuit, a rush of euphoria surged through her. The pixelated images showcased black men with gargantuan cocks ravaging white women into uncontrollable ecstasy. The juxtaposition of their contrasting skin tones captivated her. She fixated on how the black men's thick shafts filled and stretched the white women's pussies. Their facial expressions screamed pure pleasure as they whimpered and howled through multiple orgasms.
As Jules navigated her interracial odyssey, she learned about their potency, the length of their endurance, their speed and tenacity, the breadth of their filling ability, the depths of their penetration, and the sheer size difference between white men and black.
In a frenzy of desire, she lifted her hoodie and began massaging her clit, tonguing and pumping vigorously, while focusing on Tyrone. Jules moaned incessantly as the orgasm tore through her body, adding to her conflict, while on the screen, a man unloaded a massive cock into a woman. As her orgasm subsided, she looked up at the clock. Terrified, she realized her tardiness; she needed to leave soon to make it to work on time.
She turned off the laptop, hastily took a quick shower, and retrieved her office attire. Jules reported to work each day as a computer technician at a major corporation in the city. Her professional responsibilities extended to solving any and all hardware and software problems and maintaining the company's computer systems.
Jules entered the brimming building and greeted her coworkers before stepping into the secluded office she shared with countless servers. She sat down at her desk, started her workstation, and immersed herself in her daily tasks, her libidinous thoughts all but forgotten.
The gathering was about to begin, and Jules scurried alongside her colleagues to the conference room. Upon entering, the director starts off the session. "Everyone, meet Tyrone. He's an accomplished individual in his field and I know he'll introduce a fresh perspective and bring loads of knowledge to our team. He moved here to join us. So let's give him a warm welcome!"
Jules' heart leapt at the sight of Tyrone. She couldn't believe that her brand-new neighbor from next door, the man she lustfully fantasized about last night, was, in fact, her new coworker. She avoided making eye contact with him, figuring he may not have noticed her. Due to her position at the back, she knew it was only a matter of time before their paths would cross.
Following the meeting, Jules returned to her workspace. Her thoughts were constantly occupied with Tyrone. She couldn't fathom the probability of him being a part of her workplace. Every time she attempted to focus on her tasks, her mind wandered to Tyrone, as well as the interracial porn she browsed this morning. The throbbing ache between her legs persisted as she stroked her clit. She justified this to herself by thinking it was just a harmless fantasy, much like what she used to see her husband, Elliot, doing occasionally at the computer.
Jules had never given much thought to masturbating at work, but today, she couldn't control her desires. Going against her better judgment, she logged onto her phone, initiating a search specifically to appease her current cravings. 'Big black cocks'.
Jules made a choice and played a video, putting her headphones in. The scene began with a woman in an office environment. It was disclosed the woman had been trying to seduce her boss all week before successfully enticing him, eventually ending up at her office door. The boss, a tall, muscular black man, accepted her advances with a comment about her behavior. Almost instantly, a series of exchanges between the two ensued, culminating with them removing each other's clothing.
Jules watched, intensely, as the boss turned the woman around and began to lick her neck and shoulders. The woman became so enthralled that her head fell back, suggesting immense pleasure. The boss followed by raising her skirt, exposing her lace panties. Jules breathed heavily, imagining herself in the woman's place. She began to rub her panties over her thighs, gently drawing nearer to the wetness collecting between her legs.
As the video continued, the boss lifted the woman onto her desk while positioning himself between her legs. She observed in anticipation as the black man's sizable black cock entered the woman's white pink pussy. Jules' imagination ran wild with thoughts of herself in the woman's place, receiving this massive black cock.
Jules' fingertips sped against her panties as she watched the woman's body shudder in pure ecstasy. Right before she was about to climax, there was a disturbance in her concentration. The door to her office opened, and suddenly, there stood Tyrone.
Fortunately, he had got offline, thanking someone for directions to her office. Jules hurriedly closed the video she was watching, removed her headphones, and placed her hands above her desk.
Tyrone turned around, and their eyes met. She tried to be nonchalant but her mind raced frantically. He appeared to have walked from her dreams, as he stood before her. A well-built black man in a dress shirt and trousers. He addressed her, "I'm your neighbor. Jules. I didn't realize you work here. We could have carpooled." he said amiably.
While attempting to keep her gaze averted from his noteworthy bulge that pressed against his tight trousers, Jules hastily collected herself and answered, "Oh, fantastic. We definitely can share rides!"
He then mentioned, "I came here to pick up my laptop. Do you have it?"
"Sure", she responded as she located the device on her desk and delivered it to him. Their fingers brushed as she handed him the laptop, sparking a jolt of excitement through Jules' body.
When Tyrone and Jules locked eyes, they held their gaze for a few seconds more than necessary. Jules' cheeks turned red as she glanced away, playing with her hair. Tyrone appeared to notice her discomfort and continued with a mischievous grin, "Heeey, not trying to come on too strong or anything, but would it be okay if I got your number? I mean, for emergencies like needing to borrow a cup of sugar or something."
Jules wasn't sure she should share her digits with another man, particularly one who turned her on. However, her pussy took over, urging her to jot her number down on a sticky note. She handed it to him in a choked voice, "Yeah, I think it'd be useful. We're neighbors, right?"
"Thanks, Jules! Back to work for me, I'll be seeing you around!" Tyrone joked with a devious expression.
As the hours drifted by, Jules' thoughts increasingly focused on black cocks. The desire to experience a thick black shaft inside her consumed her. Every time Tyrone's face came to mind, her pussy twitched, longing for more. She fidgeted in her seat, attempting to rub her legs together to alleviate the tension in her pussy. The idea of watching black porn remained at the forefront of her thoughts all day, fueling her insatiable need.
With so much desire compelling her, it was difficult to concentrate on her job. The urge to pleasure herself overwhelmed Jules, but the fear of getting caught halted her. She felt her legs brushing together and leaving a soothing sensation across her pussy. The day seemed to drag on as Jules contemplated the images of black men she recently saw in porn who were brought to orgasm by their partners. Although Jules wanted to get rid of the thoughts, it was proving nearly impossible.
Instead, she refocused on her husband, acknowledging his many good qualities. She imagined Elliot walking through the door after work and the way he immediately hugged her, wrapping her in his embrace. Jules also envisioned their attempts to start a family, the happiness and love they shared. She decided to shower her husband with attention when she returned home.
Finally, the workday came to an end. Eager to complete her grocery shopping, Jules hurried to a nearby store and breezed through her list. As she started packing up the car, she peered out the window, noticing an adult store positioned in a secluded parking lot. Jules deliberated whether or not to enter the store and purchase some new lingerie, potentially spicing up her sex life. She mused that perhaps her lack of satisfaction was the reason she had yet to conceive. Suddenly, a devious smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She entered the store, ensuring no one knew it was her.
As she perused the back of the store, she spotted a black lingerie set--one with floral designs situated between tiny bows. The black bra was devoid of covers and featured crotchless panties. Jules couldn't resist, and snatched her size, selecting it as her first choice. Eager to discover other options, she took a stroll around the establishment.
The dildo section particularly caught her eye. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she clasped a large black dildo in her hands, recalling her black porn bingeing. Her mind flooded with thoughts of a larger cock, something that would fill her way more than her husband's had ever done. The idea of a massive black dildo penetrating her sparked a sense of excitement, but also a vague sense of guilt. She considered her husband and his sex toy, concluding it was somewhat normal.
Jules hesitantly decided to give in to her desires and purchased the enormous black dildo with a smooth, lifelike texture. It was a whopping 12 inches long while maintaining a great thickness. Her voice stuttered as she approached the cashier, "Uh, can I...get this?"
When she arrived home, Jules immediately set to work prepping dinner for her and her husband. As she waved the takeout boxes back and forth, she recalled the black dildo she had just bought. The lustful feelings coursing through her body intensified, and she considered how she might bring it into their lovemaking.
Jules slid into her vehicle and drove home, the thought of an enjoyable sex session with her husband filling her mind. If Elliot was still at work, maybe this was the chance to try out the latest toy she'd bought. Despite concentrating on her beloved Elliot, her thoughts kept wandering back to the enormous black dildo.
Upon reaching home, no sign of Elliot's car. Her spirits sank, dreaming of hoping to jump on his aroused penis the moment she walked in. The groceries were unloaded, and a shower taken, when her phone lit up with a message. The text read, "I'll be home around 10pm. Lots of work needs to be done. Missing you and looking forward to getting back soon" from Elliot. Jules responded with, "Missing you too, counting down the minutes."
Perched on the edge of her bed, Jules let out a deep sigh, staring at the unopened parcel containing the massive ebony dildo. It seemed to invite her. The temptation grew with each passing second until, eventually, she ripped open the wrap. The size was grand in relation to her small hands as they encircled the large apparatus. She questioned if she'd made a mistake buying something so large that might not even fit. Yet, it sat in front of her; she would try her best to get it in.
Aroused, Jules climbed onto her marital bed while turning on her laptop. Her anticipation mounted as she shuffled through videos of men with big black cocks. A video called "Wife's first BBC" caught her attention. She selected it, while her hands slid down her body and made their way to her pussy. Gently she pleasured herself, her fingers gliding along her body, her mouth licking the dildo. Behind her, in the video, the man held his massive phallus up, asking, "Are you sure you want this Black cock? You know what they say...When you go Black, you don't turn back?". The woman responded, "I am not returning", this resonating with Jules as her fingers increased in speed. Her hand darted around her eager pussy, driven by the desire of how the dildo would soon feel inside her.
Withdrawing her fingers from her aroused vagina, she lubricated the dildo with her slippery fingers. The dildo appeared colossal in her hands as she commenced lowering the ebony item towards its destination. The toy slid between her breasts and over her stomach. The tip caressed her clit, creating a heightened feeling of warmth as she pondered this new, mammoth guest. Forever taken aback by the intense urge, her mouth hung open as moans involuntarily escaped her lips. Eventually, she placed the massive object between the parted lips of her pussy.
Tentatively, she began gently inserting the object in and out of her velvety cunt. She doubted it could be taken in, agonizingly hitting a wall. The voice on the screen boomed, "Are you sure you want this big black cock? You know what everyone says... Once you go black, you don't go back?". The woman replied, "I won't go back." This stirred feelings in Jules as she added more pressure to the base of her dildo, slowly forcing it in. Each push yielded more noticeable progress. Slowly yet persistently, Jules stroked the cock and stretched her vagina. Abruptly, a deep pop punctuated by, "OOOOHHHHHHHH", her vagina cooperated.
Jules' mouth dropped open, the overwhelming experience causing her to collapse onto the bed. The dildo enveloped her completely leaving no space for anything more. Never had she felt anything similar. Overwhelmed by the escalating climax throughout the day, Jules surrendered, allowing her impending orgasm to take control. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, while it was thrust as deep as possible. She lay prone on the bed, moaning softly.
Astonished, Jules realized she'd climaxed on the first attempt. In that moment she realized Elliot had never brought her to orgasm. The disparity struck her. Instruction from the video, "Well done, Baby," gave her the impetus to go further. Believing Elliton was an extraordinary lover, Jules knew there was more, more intensive pleasure, waiting for her somewhere else.
The thought of Elliot disappeared as Jules focused on the task. She couldn't take her eyes off the sizeable dildo protruding from her pussy. It had only gone in partially. Proud of her achievement, she promised herself she would work up to taking its whole size.
While Jules inserted and pulled out the dildo inside her vagina, her fantasies flew to her neighbor, Tyrone. She questioned whether he was able to hear her moans through the thin apartment walls. Despite her attempt to muffle her noises, she persevered to indulge herself, regardless of the risk. She shut her eyes and entertained herself with the enjoyable experiences, ignoring the potential risk of being discovered. Her body shook with each thrust, and she wailed passionately, wishing to be heard. She imagined Tyrone watching her, jerking off to the sounds she created. She could have sworn she heard a grunt through the wall, but she disregarded it and kept enjoying herself.
In a porno, a woman yelled, "Fuck me like your husband never has!" Jules awoke from her frenzy to behold the black dildo embedded deep in her pussy. Her thoughts about Tyrone the other night with the porn mixed, resulting in the biggest orgasm she had ever had. She felt her pussy clutch and dilate as she contemplated a large black penis plunging into her. Her body convulsed, overcome by climax. On that note, she contemplated the reality behind this.
Suddenly, something changed.
Lying there with her legs fluidly spread wide, it took Jules a bit to snap out of the trance. She surveyed the wreckage in her room, astonished by the wet spot that resided there. She carefully extracted the thick, viscous dildo from her engorged vagina. As she removed the phallus, the room filled with a subtle suction sound. A gentle pop echoed as the dildo was snatched from the dampness of her swollen folds. Jules paused in wonder as she gazed at the extensive state of her stretched, shivering opening. A minuscule trickle of lubrication dribbled from her sex, a token of the powerful pleasure she had just finished. She palmed this wetness, savoring the essence of her enjoyment.
Her attention was then diverted to the nightstand clock, displaying the time as 8:30 PM. She gasped in fright. "Fuck! I need to clean up. Elliot might arrive at any minute!" she exclaimed out loud, snapping herself out of her preoccupation.
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