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Mr. Black, No. 1: Mr. Black’s Dinner Party free porn video
As they lay naked in their bed, the sun slowly rising and sending yellow-orange rays through the curtains, wakefulness ever-so-slowly creeping through their bodies, Jack slowly dragged his fingertips along Steph’s thigh. Jack drew his lips to Steph’s ear and whispered, “I had an interesting dream.”
Steph mumbled in response, unsure of whether she wanted to allow herself to cross over into wakefulness. She was warm and cozy under the covers and sleeping felt pretty damned good.
“I was sitting at a bar, in a restaurant,” he began.
Steph lay there, her eyes closed, but indulging Jack with the mildest interest. His fingertips did feel nice brushing her skin.
You had a date.
Steph didn’t open her eyes, but she responded, “A date?”
“Yes,” Jack answered, “a date. Why? Who knows? It was a dream.”
Steph listened.
So anyway, the restaurant was dark. Other tables were in shadows, and there were people at them, but they couldn’t be seen. From my seat at the restaurant bar in a tuxedo, I could see you through dim, flickering, candlelight, sitting at a table. You had a glass of wine. You ate fruit, and a small, very tender, filet mignon.
Like me, your date was in a tuxedo. He was a slightly older man. Distinguished looking. Short grey hair. Very fit. He looked like he may have been in the military, and carried the air of command. He had a strong presence.
So the first strange thing was, of course, that I was at the bar and you had a date. The second strange thing, once you came into focus, was that you were completely naked. Your date was talking to you, and you were obviously deeply engaged in what he was saying. As you smiled and laughed, you held his hand across the table.
A pair of waiters served you and the nearby diners. Both were late twenty-something black men, also in tuxedos. One was over six feet tall and lean, like a basketball player, with piercing green eyes and a lighter complexion. The other was not as tall, but thicker — he looked more like a football player — and a much darker complexion. The tall one had a shaved head, and the shorter, more muscular waiter had closely cropped hair.
After watching you for a few minutes, I noticed a third strange thing — every so often you would gasp. I didn’t learn until later, but the chair you were seated in was specially outfitted. The seat was cupped for your buttocks with a ridge that rose up between your legs. The ridge was electronic, and was controlled by a remote control, held in your date’s hand, that could do two things. First, two buttons on the remote controlled a variety of vibrations in the ridge, with increasing or decreasing intensity Second, the base of the ridge covered a silicone cock that could be released, and rise up from the seat, at the touch of a button.
Steph was more awake now, uncertain what she thought of Jack’s dream, but curious to hear more.
With the remote control, your date — who you called ‘Mr. Black’ — could make you squirm. Once I realized that your conversation was interrupted by moans, I saw that your nipples were rigid in the candlelight. You held one of his hands across the table, squeezing his fingers as his other hand manipulated the controls of the remote, causing the ridge to vibrate against your naked pussy and aroused clit.
Like I said, there were definitely other people in the restaurant, but they were just shadows in the background. Their anonymous but palpable presence added a subtly excited energy to the environment. The surrounding darkness made it as if you and Mr. Black were the only ones in the room and yet you clearly were not. Although I was sitting only feet away, I was in shadows. I don’t believe you were aware of my presence. You may not even have known me, for sure, in the dream. And I’m not sure you would have been capable of noticing, anyway — your focus was riveted. Mr. Black held you in the palm of his hand.
As Jack narrated his dream, Steph was aware that her nipples were rigid, and the sheet dragged across them, further waking her.
Throughout your dinner, Mr. Black expertly held you close to, but not across, the edge. Each time an orgasm was poised to overtake you, he dialed back his manipulations, and held you wanting. What might have angered you in other situations — being held back from the edge — only deepened your arousal here.
“Shall I go on?” Jack asked, glancing over at Steph, his fingertips continuing to stroke her inner thighs.
“Yes,” Steph answered, loosening her hips and letting her legs fall open to Jack’s touch, inviting more.
You told me afterward that, midway through the main course, you first learned of the silicone cock hidden within the chair. It startled you at first when Mr. Black pressed a button, and the head of the cock emerged, perfectly aligned with your pussy. It lightly penetrated you, just the head. But you were startled only momentarily, plainly aware that Mr. Black was in control of the situation. Mr. Black looked you intensely in the eyes as the cock emerged for one slow, steady penetration that melted you inside, before sinking back within the seat. You wanted more, but were determined not to say so.
Throughout dinner, the two waiters were very attentive, and you could feel both of them ogling your naked flesh. At the beginning of dinner, it made you slightly uncomfortable. By the end, you enjoyed their obvious interest and attention. Despite your focus on Mr. Black, the tall waiter’s Adonis-like appeal had not escaped your notice as he had come and gone. And the more muscled waiter kept smiling at you in a way that made you feel almost violated, but in a good way. It was as if you could feel him fucking you in his mind. It was hot to feel so wanted.
As he continued, Jack pulled back the sheet and handed Steph her purple rabbit vibrator.
Between dinner and dessert, as you felt Mr. Black’s intense gaze, first at your eyes, and then across your entire nakedness, you felt a need to know if he was reacting to you as you were to him. Looking directly into his eyes, you slid your bare foot up along his pants leg, across his thigh, and against his crotch. There, you were gratified to find, through his tuxedo trousers, that his cock was quite clearly rigid. As the ball of your foot pressed against his shaft, he sent a vibration along the ridge of your seat, and activated the silicone cock to penetrate you, with just the head inside you once again.
Steph turned on the vibrator and brushed the head against her pussy lips.
“Yes,” Mr. Black said to you, answering a perceived silent question. “You can feel what you’ve done to me, can’t you?” You just looked back at him with a silent answer. “Would you like to feel more?” he asked, and you nodded in response. His fingers moved down to his crotch and unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock. When your toes touched his bare, heated flesh, he sent a pulsing vibration through the ridge in your chair, and the silicone cock pressed into you. You raised your other foot into his lap to hold his dick between your feet as the vibrations rolled through your body and the cock penetrated you again.
And then it stopped.
Again. You wanted to object, but decided not to. Your body was aching with need.
Steph gasped as she listened. Jack knelt between her parted legs, lazily stroking his cock in his fingers as Steph moved the vibrator against her clit.
You squeezed his cock tight between your toes and stroked. Driblets of precum leaked onto the head of Mr. Black’s cock and then onto your toes, lubricating the strokes. As your feet pressed against Mr. Black’s heated shaft, the silicone cock filled your pussy, vibrating. Your ass squirmed in the chair as sensations flooded your body. Mr. Black’s cock pulsed, heated, against your bare feet.
Mr. Black informed you that he had ordered dessert, but you didn’t care about food — you were aching to act upon all of the sensations flooding your body and mind.
Nevertheless, upon Mr. Black’s announcement, the more muscled waiter pushed a rolling divan into the room. Atop the divan lay the lean, taller waiter with the green eyes. He was dressed the same as you — in other words, he was naked. Like his head, the rest of his body appeared cleanly shaved. His lean musculature shone in the candlelight. His long penis dangled, and at the tip was spread whipped cream, with a cherry on top. His green eyes looked at you, and he smiled.
“Dessert,” said Mr. Black, “is served. This is Marcus, and his friend is Isaiah.” You looked back at Mr. Black, uncertain. Turned on, but uncertain. “How did he know?” you thought to yourself. “He must have seen the way I looked at Marcus and reacted to Isaiah’s smile.” And then, as you contemplated further, you thought, “Of course he knows. He always knows. He probably knew even before I did.” Mr. Black watched you thinking, saw that you were wavering, and said, “Go on.” You stood, your legs momentarily weak. You walked over to the waiter, Marcus, and stood next to him. He looked good. He even smelled good. There he was, completely naked. Except, of course, for the dollop of whipped cream. His big dick lay lazily against his thigh, thickened and swollen, but not rigid. At least not yet.
For several moments, you just stood there. Aware that you were naked, standing in front of this man, turned on, full of desire, but unsure what to do next. Mr. Black repeated, ‘Go on,’ and Marcus reached out to your hand, took it, and tugged. His tugging pulled you just enough off balance that you had to crawl up onto the divan, over him. Your nipples brushed against his chest and he pulled your mouth to his. Your lips parted and you felt his tongue. Your lips moved against his, and his big, strong hand covered your breast, caressing your tender flesh and grazing your aching nipple.
Jack leaned to guide Steph’s hand to her own breast, and her thumb and forefinger stroked her nipple as her other hand moved the rabbit against her clit.
Marcus broke the kiss and held your nipple in his fingers. “Do you want your dessert?” he asked. Once again, you just nodded. You knew what he meant, and you paused again. After a few uncertain moments, you slowly crawled backward, down his body, between his legs, and looked at his thick, long penis. The cherry had fallen to the floor, and the whipped cream was smudged. You paused another moment before sliding your fingers to his cock, and wrapping them around him. He was fully hard now, his hard dick glistening in the candlelight. His flesh was very warm at your touch. Your fingers slowly began to stroke him as you watched and felt his powerful heat in your hand.
At long last, you looked up into his eyes, lowered your mouth, extended your tongue, and wiped the whipped cream from the gleaming head of his cock. The pleasure on his face as he closed as eyes was unmistakable. Giving him that pleasure was empowering. Before you knew it, you had slipped your lips over the head of his cock, and licked his shaft with your tongue. Your hand held the base of his cock and you felt his dick pulse and bob in response to your touches. For several moments, you closed your eyes and licked, stroked and moved your lips up and down his throbbing shaft.
You opened your eyes to see him looking intensely back into yours. “Lick it,” he said, and you responded immediately, your tongue wandering down the length of his shaft You realized it made you shiver when he told you what to do. “Balls, too,” he added. You paused for only the briefest moment to process this situation before your tongue swiped down against his balls and you sucked one, then the other, into your mouth. Your body and mind were intensely alive with lustful desire. As you knelt between Marcus’ legs, watching the pleasure and intense desire spreads over his face, you suddenly felt Isaiah’s hand on the backs of your thighs. Surprised, you shuddered, but didn’t object. It felt good. As your tongue spread over Marcus’s balls, Isaiah’s fingertip slipped between your legs. You moved your knees further apart to give Isaiah access, and his fingertip dipped between your swollen pussy lips, grazing your tender, aching clit.
After that moment, you were no longer thinking, but merely reacting. As Isaiah’s fingertip danced against your clit, you held Marcus’s cock upright in your right, wrapped your lips around him, and devoured him. Your head moved up and down and your hand pumped the base of his shaft as you hungrily sucked and licked at his throbbing cock. Marcus’s fingers slipped through your hair, guiding you up and down over his dick. Isaiah’s fingertip curled into your pussy, penetrating you, and your hips moved in response against his penetrating finger.
As your eyes maintained contact with Marcus’s, watching the expressions of pleasure on his face, you pulled your mouth off of him, your hand still pumping his big dick. “Are you ready?” Marcus asked. You didn’t answer. Instead, you just crawled up his body, straddling him, and grabbed his dick to guide it to your pussy. With no hesitation, you sunk down over him, and the searing heat surged through your body. His big, long cock filled you entirely.
Jack took the purple rabbit from Steph, and turned it, sliding the purple cock into her pussy. The rabbit ears on the toy vibrated against her clit. Heat did indeed surge through her body.
As you rode up and down over Marcus’s cock, he lifted his head to pull your nipples into his mouth. Isaiah came up beside you, unzipped his tuxedo pants, and pulled out his cock. It was rock hard and powerful looking, with a virile insistence to it. His cock was darker skinned and shorter than Marcus’s, but thicker. He gave you that same smile again that he’d been directing your way all night, and you gasped. Before you knew it, you were reaching out to wrap your fingers around his cock, and it was so fucking hot in your hand. Marcus was pulsing inside you. Your fingers immediately pumped Isaiah’s cock while Marcus’s fingers found your nipple and tugged.
Jack moved beside Steph and she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock as she thrust the rabbit in and out of her pussy. Jack tugged on her nipple.
Like I said, you were no longer thinking, but merely reacting. Marcus spread his strong hands over your buttocks and pulled you down over him, squeezing your ass. Your hips rotated as you moved up and down over his thrusting cock, and your clit grazed against him each time you sunk all the way over him. Isaiah stepped closer, only inches away from you.
Responding instinctively, you moved your mouth to join your pumping hand and licked the head of his fat cock before wrapping your lips around the head.
Jack dangled his cock over Steph’s mouth, and she licked it. He angled his dick to her mouth, and her lips slipped around it, sucking him in.
The next several moments were a blur. With increasing desire, you ever more greedily sucked Isaiah’s cock. As Isaiah placed his hands on the back of your head and thrust with his hips, you realized he was fucking your mouth and were surprised how wanton and hot it made you feel. At the same time, you thrust your hips down over Marcus and he bucked up into you. Marcus’s fingertip stroked your ass while your bodies thrust against one another. Sensations rushed through your body.
Marcus’s strong hands lifted you off him, and he crawled out from underneath you, repositioning you onto your knees. Isaiah’s hand on the back of your neck gently but firmly pulled your mouth back to his cock, and your lips parted, sliding greedily over and around him. You were again surprised by how turned on you were by this show of force. Your knees spread apart as you were well aware of Marcus’s presence behind you, his hot dick looming, poised to re-enter you.
Jack pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock from Steph’s mouth, and guided her to kneel on the bed. Steph’s hand held the rabbit inside her, fucking her, as Jack pressed his cock back to Steph’s mouth, and she once again sucked him in.
As your lips moved back and forth over Isaiah’s dark, pulsing cock, he looked with that confident smile down into your eyes. “You like that big dark cock?” he said, not exactly asking. You just looked back up at him, as he continued guiding his big cock in and out of your mouth. “You can tell me,” he said. “Go on.”
You stopped sucking Isaiah’s big dick for a moment, glancing back over your shoulder at Marcus, as he knelt behind you, his cock still poised to re-enter you. You could see he, too, was awaiting your response. You didn’t know quite what to say. His question made you feel dirty, but it turned you on.
“Well?” Isaiah asked, as the crown of his cock brushed against your lips and withdrew, making you gasp in disappointment. Marcus’s strong hands stayed on your hips, his cock dangling against your pussy. Isaiah pressed the head of his cock into your mouth and pulled back.
“Do you?” he asked as he reached under your body and twisted and tugged your nipple.
“‘Mmm,” you gasped as he played with your nipple.
Marcus lightly smacked your ass, and you shuddered. These guys were driving you crazy. You were so fucking turned on.
“Do you ... like ... this big ... dark ... cock?” Isaiah asked in staccato syllables as both of his hands tugged your nipples.
You could barely breathe, but you couldn’t stand for them to withhold any longer, and you gasped, “Yesssss.”
Isaiah held the back of your head in place as he pushed his cock into your mouth. At the same time, Marcus gripped your hips in his strong hands and dipped the head — but torturously just the head — inside you.”
As Jack recounted the dream, Steph couldn’t help but imagine Jack’s cock — which she was sucking — as Isaiah’s, and the purple rabbit vibrator — fucking her — as Marcus.
“‘Yes, what?” Isaiah asked, as both he and Marcus withdrew their cocks.
“‘Yes,” you stammered. “I like it. I like them.”
Isaiah grinned again.
“‘Tell me exactly what you like,” he answered, as both he and Marcus held their dicks just inches from penetrating you again.
These men were driving you fucking crazy. With what appeared as confidence but may have been just pure arousal, you answered, without further hesitation, “Your big, fat, hard black cocks.” It felt dirty, naughty and just plain hot to say it. How did they know it would turn you on?
“‘We know,” Marcus answered. And he thrust deep into you, jarring you and sending a rush of heat through your body. Your mouth slid down over Isaiah’s rigid cock, and for several moments, everything turned to a blur. You became entirely unselfconscious, not thinking, just reacting with raw, primal, animal passion and desire. Marcus hammered into you, and you thrust back to meet him. You greedily devoured Isaiah’s cock, licking to the base like his cock was a popsicle and wiping the head with your tongue like an ice cream cone.
After Marcus’s expert fucking drove you to the edge and back — and then back again — he pulled out of you, leaving you gasping, poised at the edge, and wanting to be filled again.
Marcus rolled you to your back, and traded places with Isaiah, who moved between your legs. The more sensitive Marcus leaned down to kiss you as the more powerful Isaiah pressed his cock to your pussy and asked, “Are you ready?”
Whether you were ready or not, you definitely wanted more, and just nodded at him.
Needing no further encouragement, Isiah pulled one of your legs over his arm, opening you completely to him, and thrust into you. Marcus’s tongue found yours, and you kissed him deeply as Isaiah thrust into your core. The sensations rushing through your body threatened to overwhelm you. Marcus squeezed your breast, and you broke the kiss to moan.
As Jack described the dream, he moved between Steph’s legs and thrust his throbbing dick deep inside her. Steph just closed her eyes and let her mind wander and her body feel.
As Isaiah fucked you, you dug your heels into his back and buttocks, thrusting yourself against him for more. The raw, savage passion within you rose to the surface, intense and alive.
Your fingers pulled Marcus’s hand from your breast, your nipples needing a break from the sensations, and Marcus held your hand in his as he guided his huge dick to your mouth. For the moment, it felt natural to part your lips and feel the heat of Marcus’s head slip between them. Your tongue licked and stroked. Isaiah’s powerful cock pumped deeper into you. The harder Isaiah fucked you, the more greedily you lapped at Marcus’s dick.
Moments later, they had re-positioned you once again. Isaiah pulled out, and Marcus lay back down, pulling you once again back on top of him. You sank easily down over his rigid cock, and warmth flooded your body as you sunk over him.
As Jack described Steph sliding down over Marcus’s cock, he lay back, and pulled her down over him.
For several moments, you rode his cock, your clit grazing against his abdomen with each thrust, each thrust driving you closer to yet another orgasm. Marcus’s lips brushed your nipples while your fingers and lips stroked Isaiah’s cock. You closed your eyes and, for several moments, just absorbed all of the many sensations.
After having been lost in the sensations, your focus shifted suddenly when you became aware of Mr. Black’s presence behind you on the divan. You had become so absorbed with Marcus and Isaiah that you had almost forgotten Mr. Black was there. Mr. Black’s touch and presence made you shiver, and when his hands gripped your hips and ass, pressing you down over Marcus’s cock, you had another mini-orgasm, flooded with so many sensations. As you quivered around Marcus, you gasped when you felt the tip of Mr. Black’s cock press against your ass.
As Steph rose up and down over Jack’s cock, thoroughly enjoying his dream, Jack reached beneath the sheet, grabbed a purple silicone butt plug, and touched the tip of it against Steph’s ass. Many years ago, Steph had, in a moment of intrigue, helped Jack pick out the plug at a sex shop, but they had never used it.
Your first reaction, when you felt his cock against your ass was to say, “No,” but part of you was curious, and your mouth was unable to form the words to resist. You could give it a moment. Just to see. Before you had an opportunity to think any further, he had pressed against you and just the tip of his cock eased into you. The flood of sensations left you unable to say anything. But you didn’t want him to stop.
Jack pressed the tip of the plug into Steph, and, just as in the dream, she was just about to tell him “no” when the sensations left her speechless and she abandoned her objection.
Once again, you no longer thought but merely reacted. Mr. Black’s cock eased into your ass, and the sensation of his cock’s and Marcus’s inside you at once was sheer intensity. You tried to hold entirely still as Marcus and Mr. Black slowly moved, pumping themselves inside you, the friction nothing short of divine. Both cocks moved in you. Not too fast — it didn’t need to be. Every single motion resulted in a different, more intense sensation. Too overwhelmed to focus on sucking Isaiah’s dick, you pumped it in your hand as you slowly moved against the two cocks within you.
Steph sunk all the way down over Jack’s cock, barely moving, except to cause light friction on her clit against Jack’s abdomen, as Jack gently guided the plug into her ass and then just oh-so-slightly wiggled it inside her. Each time he moved it, her clit throbbed against Jack’s abdomen.
The room spun around you. The sensations welled within you. Every part of you was tingling as you began rushing toward an intense orgasm. Marcus plucked your nipple. Isaiah’s dick throbbed in your hand. Your clit grazed Marcus’s abdomen as you sunk all the way down over him and held still. Mr. Black’s slow strokes into your ass moved your body against Marcus’s, creating friction against your clit each time Mr. Black moved.
Jack slightly pulled out the butt plug and pressed it in. Steph ground her clit against Jack and moaned as his lips formed around her nipple.
When Mr. Black pressed into your ass again, everything shattered. Your hand stroked to the base of Isaiah’s shaft, and he moaned. His cock erupted in your hand, and his orgasm shot up into the air. You quivered around Marcus, and his hips surged. As an orgasm began to rush over your body you felt Marcus, and then Mr. Black, begin to pulse and throb. You rocked back and forth between them and the sensations raced along your skin as you became aware of your own moans. Mr. Black drew his cock out of your ass, and the sensation of him withdrawing nearly turned you inside out. You moaned louder, and your hips bucked involuntarily, the sensations of the orgasm overwhelming you. You felt the heat of Mr. Black’s eruption dripping onto your back. Finally, Marcus tweaked your nipple, and you yanked off of him, convulsing in orgasm between him and Mr. Black as your body shuddered repeatedly in orgasmic quakes. Marcus’s cock spurted his orgasm, and his sperm coated your belly and breasts.
Jack popped the plug out of Steph’s ass. She quivered, and her pussy throbbed around Jack’s cock. Her hips rotated and her clit ground against Jack’s abdomen. Sensations overwhelmed Steph’s body. Her hips convulsed. Heat exploded within her. Jack’s cock erupted, and he moaned in pleasure. Steph’s hips convulsed again and then released, and a flood of orgasmic sensation rushed over and through her. For several moments, time stood still, as Steph quivered and shuddered, moaning as an overwhelming orgasm ran its course over, through, and in her.
“At the end of the dream,” Jack whispered in Steph’s ear, “I realized I was not, in fact, sitting at the bar. Instead, I was looking down, immediately below me, at your naked, heaving, deeply sated body, I collapsed upon you and wrapped my arms around you. I was right there on top of you. I was Mr. Black.”
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