Case 34 Innocence Lust Mr Phelps
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Synopsis - A mother learns her son's perverted fantasy and helps him realize it
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I stared down at the filthy bed.
The bed sheets must have been beige a long time ago but now they were dirty yellowish. Several large stains, most likely from cum of hundreds, may be thousands of men covered the bed spread. There were no pillows except one large square cusion in the middle. Right next to it a new stain had started to form where the my sperm had fallen out of a large, overused cunt. The cunt in question belonged to an overweight, perhaps obese black woman in her forties who stood next to the bed counting the money I had just handed her.
Hello, my name is Larry Lishkin. I am 24 year old and addicted to the sistah's. More precisely I am addicted to fucking black women with certain attributes like Tasheka here.
Tasheka is 45,very voluptuous with almost 44FF bra size (tits hanging all the way to her navel) and 60" wide hips. She has rolls of fat around her belly that I love to grab on to as I fuck her huge, gaping cunt. Tasheka enjoys anal sex but charges 20 more for bending over. I, on the other hand like to fuck her missionary style, kissing her deeply and looking into her eyes as I pound her soft asshole.
Even though her eyes are big and quite beautiful, Tasheka is not pretty by any standards. She has thick lips and a flat nose. She puts on deep red lipstick, false eye lashes and heavy mascara and makeup to look presentable.
Yes, I like them black. I like them big. And above all, I like them whores! Not just any whore, mind you. I like ghetto whores. Cheap, street prostitutes who sell their bodies for as little as 50 bucks a pop. Tasheka charges $40. I am one of the few men who sees her regularly. I know I am only white customer she has.
But Tasheka is not the only one. I also visit Yolanda, Tilisha, Coleen, D'aja and Fatema.
I don't see all of them each week but I do see at least one girl each day. This was my third time with Tasheka this week.
"Motha' Fucker!" Tasheka cursed. "You didn't pay me 'nuff asshole."
"That's all I have baby!" I begged. I took pleasure in negotiating with the cheapest prostitutes!
"Oh yah you do, you motha' fucker!" she curse again.
I knew she lived alone so there was no threat of a big, burly man charging out the closet of her tiny studio and beating me to pulp.
"Seriously baby! I spent all my money on you this week."
She sighed then shoved the money in the drawer of her side table.
Then she smiled and walked over - her naked breasts and belly jiggling with each step. We hugged. I grabbed her wide, black ass as she kissed me deeply.
I loved her! She was the best whore I knew.
As it often happens, I was not fucking Tasheka. She was fucking me. Two days later an unmarked envelop showed up at my desk at work. Inside was a CD with last 3 fuck sessions I had with Tasheka. There were many photos as well.
There was no letter, no address, no demand for money but the message was clear.
I immediately left work and headed to the largely black and hispanic neighborhood Tasheka had her studio.
The door was wide open. She was sitting on the small couch she owned in a shimmering white dress. Her fat thighs were spread open and I could clearly see and smell her pussy.
She smiled when she saw me at the door.
"Do you know about this?" I asked throwing the envelop on her lap.
She looked at my coyly from behind the false eyelashes.
"TALK TO ME YOU WHORE!" I yelled.
"RESPECT, YOU MOTHA' FUCKER!" she yelled back.
I was stunned.
"You fuckin' little shit. You think you can cheat me outta m' money?"
"What do you want?" I asked her defeated. I knew she could ruin me.
"Ten thousand dollar. All cash."
"!0000! I don't have that kinda money."
"Borrow it, steal it. I don't care. Get it to me by tonight."
I was lying. I make over $200,000 a year. 10,000 was nothing but I knew that Tasheka'd never stop. However, I didn't have an option. I had a wife, a house and a dog. I withdrew 10,000 and delivered it promptly to the fat whore I had been fucking for last 5 years, since I was 19.
Tasheka laughed as I handed her the envelop. Then she stripped and we fucked. As I entered her large, wet pussy, she kissed me deeply.
"Fuck my cunt tonight. I want to feel you cum in my pussy again she said looking into my eyes."
I forgot about the money and the blackmail and fucked my old, fat and black whore with all my might. I came in 5 minutes, flooding her whore cunt with my young cum.
When I reached home, I saw Christine drive out of the garage and away.
"Whew! I will have some time to clean up before she returns."
But as soon as I stepped into the house, I knew Christine was never coming back.
The TV in the living room was on full blast. On the screen was my white ass, pounding away into Tasheka's unfaithful asshole. That wasn't all. We were talking.
"I love you!" I panted as I fucked her.
"Yah! Why?"
"Because you are so beautiful!" I responded, never breaking the rhythm of the fuck.
"And?", Tasheka encouraged me.
"I have fucked you more times than my wife!" I panted
"Yah! Yo' wife don't know nothin' about fuckin' you!" She said.
"Yeah!" I grunted.
Tasheka grabbed my hair as I increased the tempo, slapping my slender white body into her gargantuan dark frame, sending ripples of flesh down her sides.
"Tell me more!"
"I can't cum in my wife!" I said between breaths.
"No?" she giggled.
"I only like to fuck you. I only want to fuck you everyday." I was getting close.
"I want to take you home with me. Come with me baby! Please don't make me fuck that dirty cunt."
I was getting very close.
"What will you do with me?" she said opening her legs wider, letting me pound her hole.
"I will marry you! You will be my real wife!"
Tasheka grabbed my hips and pulled me in deeper.
"I want the world to see what a beautiful woman I am in love with! I want to show you off to my friends and especially my mother!"
I erupted. Even as I watched myself on TV, I knew this was the moment my cum burst forth and inundated the loose cunt of the ghetto whore under me.
I fell back on the couch. My life had been destroyed. It was then that I realized that my phone had been ringing for quite some time.
I looked at the screen. It was my mother.
"What happened?" She almost screamed.
"I just heard from Christine. She said she was leaving you forever."
"Oh mom!" I sighed.
"What happened? Tell me baby!" my mother pleaded with me.
""Oh mom!" I had no idea how to explain to her.
"I am coming over." she said and hung up.
I crashed back on the couch and stared at the ceiling.
Twenty minutes later, my mother was sitting next to me. She was wearing a knee length black dress that hugged her large 40FF breasts and big 55" hips. My mother was quite voluptuous but she could never compete with the natural beauty and curvy-ness of the black women.
She held my hand as I just lay there.
"If you tell me what happened, I may be able to help you guys."
I looked at her and then looked away.
"Please baby!" she begged me again. "Let mama help you!"
I picked up the remote silently and turned the blackmail DVD on.
For next few minutes we sat in silence as my mother stared at the screen while tears streamed down my closed eyes as I heard myself professing my love to a black women old enough to be my mother.
I picked up the remote again but she grabbed my hand.
"No. I want to watch."
I opened my eyes and looked at her angel face through the tears. She was looking at the screen, her aged, 50 year old face showing a few wrinkles behind the heavy makeup she had on - no doubt for a party she was supposed to go to.
My mother is a socialite. She volunteers to support homeless and needy people and organizes dinners and parties for artists and actors. Her blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, full lips and small nose are preferred by many men, though she reserves her affection for only one gentleman at a time.
She has long strong legs though she is a bit overweight and flesh around her belly and on her magnificent ass ripples as she walks.
"Christine is not coming back mom." I said quietly, still looking the the ceiling.
"What woman'd want to be with me?"
"A woman who really loved you." my mother replied firmly.
I looked at her.
"I don't blame Christine mom. I can't!"
"I can, and will." she said.
"What'd you expect her to do after watching this?"
"I'd expect her to find you the type of women you like and provide you a safe environment in which you can be yourself. She could have stayed in the room to make sure you stayed safe and she could have helped during the sex too."
"Mom!" I cried not believing what I was hearing from me own mother.
"If you don't like to use protection, she could have found you the women who were clean. She could have got them tested and then let you sleep with them."
"Really mom!" I exclaimed.
"Yes. Had the bitch been a good wife, you wouldn't be in this situation."
"No woman'll ever do what you are suggesting mom."
"I will." my mother replied and looked at me.
"Really?"
"Yes! I will honey. Why don't you get up and take me to this woman you like so much?"
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Should I write part 2?
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I stared down at the filthy bed.
The bed sheets must have been beige a long time ago but now they were dirty yellowish. Several large stains, most likely from cum of hundreds, may be thousands of men covered the bed spread. There were no pillows except one large square cusion in the middle. Right next to it a new stain had started to form where the my sperm had fallen out of a large, overused cunt. The cunt in question belonged to an overweight, perhaps obese black woman in her forties who stood next to the bed counting the money I had just handed her.
Hello, my name is Larry Lishkin. I am 24 year old and addicted to the sistah's. More precisely I am addicted to fucking black women with certain attributes like Tasheka here.
Tasheka is 45,very voluptuous with almost 44FF bra size (tits hanging all the way to her navel) and 60" wide hips. She has rolls of fat around her belly that I love to grab on to as I fuck her huge, gaping cunt. Tasheka enjoys anal sex but charges 20 more for bending over. I, on the other hand like to fuck her missionary style, kissing her deeply and looking into her eyes as I pound her soft asshole.
Even though her eyes are big and quite beautiful, Tasheka is not pretty by any standards. She has thick lips and a flat nose. She puts on deep red lipstick, false eye lashes and heavy mascara and makeup to look presentable.
Yes, I like them black. I like them big. And above all, I like them whores! Not just any whore, mind you. I like ghetto whores. Cheap, street prostitutes who sell their bodies for as little as 50 bucks a pop. Tasheka charges $40. I am one of the few men who sees her regularly. I know I am only white customer she has.
But Tasheka is not the only one. I also visit Yolanda, Tilisha, Coleen, D'aja and Fatema.
I don't see all of them each week but I do see at least one girl each day. This was my third time with Tasheka this week.
"Motha' Fucker!" Tasheka cursed. "You didn't pay me 'nuff asshole."
"That's all I have baby!" I begged. I took pleasure in negotiating with the cheapest prostitutes!
"Oh yah you do, you motha' fucker!" she curse again.
I knew she lived alone so there was no threat of a big, burly man charging out the closet of her tiny studio and beating me to pulp.
"Seriously baby! I spent all my money on you this week."
She sighed then shoved the money in the drawer of her side table.
Then she smiled and walked over - her naked breasts and belly jiggling with each step. We hugged. I grabbed her wide, black ass as she kissed me deeply.
I loved her! She was the best whore I knew.
As it often happens, I was not fucking Tasheka. She was fucking me. Two days later an unmarked envelop showed up at my desk at work. Inside was a CD with last 3 fuck sessions I had with Tasheka. There were many photos as well.
There was no letter, no address, no demand for money but the message was clear.
I immediately left work and headed to the largely black and hispanic neighborhood Tasheka had her studio.
The door was wide open. She was sitting on the small couch she owned in a shimmering white dress. Her fat thighs were spread open and I could clearly see and smell her pussy.
She smiled when she saw me at the door.
"Do you know about this?" I asked throwing the envelop on her lap.
She looked at my coyly from behind the false eyelashes.
"TALK TO ME YOU WHORE!" I yelled.
"RESPECT, YOU MOTHA' FUCKER!" she yelled back.
I was stunned.
"You fuckin' little shit. You think you can cheat me outta m' money?"
"What do you want?" I asked her defeated. I knew she could ruin me.
"Ten thousand dollar. All cash."
"!0000! I don't have that kinda money."
"Borrow it, steal it. I don't care. Get it to me by tonight."
I was lying. I make over $200,000 a year. 10,000 was nothing but I knew that Tasheka'd never stop. However, I didn't have an option. I had a wife, a house and a dog. I withdrew 10,000 and delivered it promptly to the fat whore I had been fucking for last 5 years, since I was 19.
Tasheka laughed as I handed her the envelop. Then she stripped and we fucked. As I entered her large, wet pussy, she kissed me deeply.
"Fuck my cunt tonight. I want to feel you cum in my pussy again she said looking into my eyes."
I forgot about the money and the blackmail and fucked my old, fat and black whore with all my might. I came in 5 minutes, flooding her whore cunt with my young cum.
When I reached home, I saw Christine drive out of the garage and away.
"Whew! I will have some time to clean up before she returns."
But as soon as I stepped into the house, I knew Christine was never coming back.
The TV in the living room was on full blast. On the screen was my white ass, pounding away into Tasheka's unfaithful asshole. That wasn't all. We were talking.
"I love you!" I panted as I fucked her.
"Yah! Why?"
"Because you are so beautiful!" I responded, never breaking the rhythm of the fuck.
"And?", Tasheka encouraged me.
"I have fucked you more times than my wife!" I panted
"Yah! Yo' wife don't know nothin' about fuckin' you!" She said.
"Yeah!" I grunted.
Tasheka grabbed my hair as I increased the tempo, slapping my slender white body into her gargantuan dark frame, sending ripples of flesh down her sides.
"Tell me more!"
"I can't cum in my wife!" I said between breaths.
"No?" she giggled.
"I only like to fuck you. I only want to fuck you everyday." I was getting close.
"I want to take you home with me. Come with me baby! Please don't make me fuck that dirty cunt."
I was getting very close.
"What will you do with me?" she said opening her legs wider, letting me pound her hole.
"I will marry you! You will be my real wife!"
Tasheka grabbed my hips and pulled me in deeper.
"I want the world to see what a beautiful woman I am in love with! I want to show you off to my friends and especially my mother!"
I erupted. Even as I watched myself on TV, I knew this was the moment my cum burst forth and inundated the loose cunt of the ghetto whore under me.
I fell back on the couch. My life had been destroyed. It was then that I realized that my phone had been ringing for quite some time.
I looked at the screen. It was my mother.
"What happened?" She almost screamed.
"I just heard from Christine. She said she was leaving you forever."
"Oh mom!" I sighed.
"What happened? Tell me baby!" my mother pleaded with me.
""Oh mom!" I had no idea how to explain to her.
"I am coming over." she said and hung up.
I crashed back on the couch and stared at the ceiling.
Twenty minutes later, my mother was sitting next to me. She was wearing a knee length black dress that hugged her large 40FF breasts and big 55" hips. My mother was quite voluptuous but she could never compete with the natural beauty and curvy-ness of the black women.
She held my hand as I just lay there.
"If you tell me what happened, I may be able to help you guys."
I looked at her and then looked away.
"Please baby!" she begged me again. "Let mama help you!"
I picked up the remote silently and turned the blackmail DVD on.
For next few minutes we sat in silence as my mother stared at the screen while tears streamed down my closed eyes as I heard myself professing my love to a black women old enough to be my mother.
I picked up the remote again but she grabbed my hand.
"No. I want to watch."
I opened my eyes and looked at her angel face through the tears. She was looking at the screen, her aged, 50 year old face showing a few wrinkles behind the heavy makeup she had on - no doubt for a party she was supposed to go to.
My mother is a socialite. She volunteers to support homeless and needy people and organizes dinners and parties for artists and actors. Her blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, full lips and small nose are preferred by many men, though she reserves her affection for only one gentleman at a time.
She has long strong legs though she is a bit overweight and flesh around her belly and on her magnificent ass ripples as she walks.
"Christine is not coming back mom." I said quietly, still looking the the ceiling.
"What woman'd want to be with me?"
"A woman who really loved you." my mother replied firmly.
I looked at her.
"I don't blame Christine mom. I can't!"
"I can, and will." she said.
"What'd you expect her to do after watching this?"
"I'd expect her to find you the type of women you like and provide you a safe environment in which you can be yourself. She could have stayed in the room to make sure you stayed safe and she could have helped during the sex too."
"Mom!" I cried not believing what I was hearing from me own mother.
"If you don't like to use protection, she could have found you the women who were clean. She could have got them tested and then let you sleep with them."
"Really mom!" I exclaimed.
"Yes. Had the bitch been a good wife, you wouldn't be in this situation."
"No woman'll ever do what you are suggesting mom."
"I will." my mother replied and looked at me.
"Really?"
"Yes! I will honey. Why don't you get up and take me to this woman you like so much?"
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Should I write part 2?
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