Black Jamal in a Japanese Soapland
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My old time girlfriend Paula had invited me to her home. The excuse was having a few drinks, but she wanted to introduce me her new boyfriend; since she was a recently happy divorcee….
We sat around a low table, just a small group of good friends.
My loving husband Victor was sitting close to my side.
The brand new boyfriend Jamal was not what I had expected.
Paula’s former husband was a guy his late thirties, a blond handsome man with blue eyes and very kind…
But this guy Jamal was not like that, at all. He was athletic, muscular, barely in his early twenties. He was huge, a real hunk. And he was black...
He had hugged me when we were introduced. He kissed my cheek. He held me a little too long, though not long enough for me. This huge man really took my breath away.
The black guy was gorgeous and I felt my thong getting wet...
We had a couple a drinks. I was relaxed, enjoying the company as the music played. After some dancing, Jamal was now sitting between me and other girl, Suzanne.
His strong thigh warming against mine. Just that light and innocent touch was causing me an unusual wetness between my pussy lips.
Suddenly he said something that nearly caused my heart to stop.
“Victor, I heard you love to watch Ana being fucked by other men”.
He was addressing my husband across the table.
Everyone got mute and looked at Victor, waiting for his reaction.
My loving husband smiled, looking at me. He finally said:
“That’s right, man; I love especially black men fucking my wife…”
Then Jamal breathed on my neck. I felt my heart race, my breath suddenly short and my throat dry, as my pussy got moist again.
“Dance with me, Ana?” He asked, though it was not a question…
He led me onto the empty floor. It was strange as everyone else seemed to suddenly be on the edge of their seats, staring at us…
Jamal held me; an arm around my waist, the other on my shoulder.
I felt his body’s heat. I had an intense climax then, in silence. Just having that huge black guy holding me in his strong arms made me come.
Not one of those mad screaming orgasms; just a quiet, soft one…
No one there could know, apart from me. But that man knew it.
“Love the way you came, Ana. You will come again in a moment”.
He pulled me closer, crushing my boobs against his muscular chest. He was right. I came again; I had another silent orgasm as my knees got weak and my pussy wet…
“I told you” The black bastard whispered very softly in my ear.
“You will come for a third time soon; without me touching you…”
He was right; I suddenly I came again, louder this time, but not loud enough for anyone at the table to hear; not even Victor noticed that.
“Your husband wants to watch someone fuck you” Jamal insisted.
“And you want to be penetrated by a huge black cock like mine…”
He whispered it in my ear, his breath heating my neck.
“You are coming again, Anita…right here, right now…”
He paused, as my orgasm washed through me, making me shiver.
“You can have my black cock tonight and your husband can watch”
Then I came again, more intensely. He was getting me totally crazy
My orgasm washed over me and I was sweating.
Jamal then pulled me in tight against his muscled body.
I felt his cock through our clothing against my belly. I wanted it.
That cock was hard, hard as steel. I wanted it.
I had not seen it, but I was feeling it so hard and I wanted it.
“I’m going to fuck you here, right now; my huge black cock is going to make you come so hard, that you will never want it to end. Everyone will watch; your wet cunt will only belong to me…”
Then I kissed him; my tongue went inside of his wet mouth and I came again… While I was getting that wild climax, Jamal tore my dress off my shoulders, ripping it clean off.
He ripped my thong off, leaving me naked there in the dance floor, just in front of our friends, including his girl Paula and my hubby...
I unbuckled his jeans, hands trembling, unzipping his fly.
He was not wearing underpants and his huge monster jumped out.
I looked at my beloved husband for just one second. He was staring at me, as were the rest of the people there, including Paula.
My sexy girlfriend was even smiling, staring at me in my eyes.
I fell to my knees, running my naughty fingers over his black rod.
I licked it and finally sucked it. Twelve inches of ebony meat…
Jamal pulled me up; then lifted me off the ground, my legs around his waist. I felt his cock brushing my wet and swollen pussy lips. The bastard nigger lowered me onto that massive thing.
It hurt, because I felt it so huge and thick. I began screaming; I could not help it, could not stop it.
I came, again and again, over and over.
Jamal fucked me real hard, just in front of everyone there.
No other man had ever fucked me like this before; not even Victor.
As he withdrew his massive black cock, I felt empty. But he soon placed me on the floor, on all fours and then, from behind, he penetrated my now fully stretched vagina again.
I came again, as he pumped it into me, all the way in, then all way out, until only the bulbous head was in me. I loved it.
“Fuck me harder you bastard, hard, harder. Use me at your will…”
Jamal pulled my head back by my hair. He yelled at me:
“Whose cunt am I fucking?” He asked.
“Yours, you’re fucking my wet cunt, but it is yours.” I screamed.
“Whose ass is this, bitch?” He asked pinching my ass cheeks.
“It’s yours; it belongs to you, do what you want… fuck me…!”.
I cried in tears, sobbing as he pounded me so hard.
Jamal made me look at the table then. In my sexual frenzy, I had almost forgotten they were there. His black friends and girlfriends; my best friend Paula and last but not least, my loving husband…
I looked at all of them, even as Jamal began fucking me again.
Just then, I came again, screaming like a real bitch in heat.
I lost count about how many times this bastard made me cum.
All of a sudden Jamal withdrew from my abused pussy and shoved his hard dick between my red lips. He fucked my mouth hard…
He finally came, making me swallow all his burning salty semen.
I was exhausted, but satisfied. “I’m yours…” I whispered to him.
Jamal grabbed my hair and made me look at him in the eyes.
“Remember you are mine, white bitch… a black cock lover now…”
Then one of his black friends stood up and moved over to me, as he unzipped his trousers…
I looked at my hubby, as I thought it was going to be a long night…
We sat around a low table, just a small group of good friends.
My loving husband Victor was sitting close to my side.
The brand new boyfriend Jamal was not what I had expected.
Paula’s former husband was a guy his late thirties, a blond handsome man with blue eyes and very kind…
But this guy Jamal was not like that, at all. He was athletic, muscular, barely in his early twenties. He was huge, a real hunk. And he was black...
He had hugged me when we were introduced. He kissed my cheek. He held me a little too long, though not long enough for me. This huge man really took my breath away.
The black guy was gorgeous and I felt my thong getting wet...
We had a couple a drinks. I was relaxed, enjoying the company as the music played. After some dancing, Jamal was now sitting between me and other girl, Suzanne.
His strong thigh warming against mine. Just that light and innocent touch was causing me an unusual wetness between my pussy lips.
Suddenly he said something that nearly caused my heart to stop.
“Victor, I heard you love to watch Ana being fucked by other men”.
He was addressing my husband across the table.
Everyone got mute and looked at Victor, waiting for his reaction.
My loving husband smiled, looking at me. He finally said:
“That’s right, man; I love especially black men fucking my wife…”
Then Jamal breathed on my neck. I felt my heart race, my breath suddenly short and my throat dry, as my pussy got moist again.
“Dance with me, Ana?” He asked, though it was not a question…
He led me onto the empty floor. It was strange as everyone else seemed to suddenly be on the edge of their seats, staring at us…
Jamal held me; an arm around my waist, the other on my shoulder.
I felt his body’s heat. I had an intense climax then, in silence. Just having that huge black guy holding me in his strong arms made me come.
Not one of those mad screaming orgasms; just a quiet, soft one…
No one there could know, apart from me. But that man knew it.
“Love the way you came, Ana. You will come again in a moment”.
He pulled me closer, crushing my boobs against his muscular chest. He was right. I came again; I had another silent orgasm as my knees got weak and my pussy wet…
“I told you” The black bastard whispered very softly in my ear.
“You will come for a third time soon; without me touching you…”
He was right; I suddenly I came again, louder this time, but not loud enough for anyone at the table to hear; not even Victor noticed that.
“Your husband wants to watch someone fuck you” Jamal insisted.
“And you want to be penetrated by a huge black cock like mine…”
He whispered it in my ear, his breath heating my neck.
“You are coming again, Anita…right here, right now…”
He paused, as my orgasm washed through me, making me shiver.
“You can have my black cock tonight and your husband can watch”
Then I came again, more intensely. He was getting me totally crazy
My orgasm washed over me and I was sweating.
Jamal then pulled me in tight against his muscled body.
I felt his cock through our clothing against my belly. I wanted it.
That cock was hard, hard as steel. I wanted it.
I had not seen it, but I was feeling it so hard and I wanted it.
“I’m going to fuck you here, right now; my huge black cock is going to make you come so hard, that you will never want it to end. Everyone will watch; your wet cunt will only belong to me…”
Then I kissed him; my tongue went inside of his wet mouth and I came again… While I was getting that wild climax, Jamal tore my dress off my shoulders, ripping it clean off.
He ripped my thong off, leaving me naked there in the dance floor, just in front of our friends, including his girl Paula and my hubby...
I unbuckled his jeans, hands trembling, unzipping his fly.
He was not wearing underpants and his huge monster jumped out.
I looked at my beloved husband for just one second. He was staring at me, as were the rest of the people there, including Paula.
My sexy girlfriend was even smiling, staring at me in my eyes.
I fell to my knees, running my naughty fingers over his black rod.
I licked it and finally sucked it. Twelve inches of ebony meat…
Jamal pulled me up; then lifted me off the ground, my legs around his waist. I felt his cock brushing my wet and swollen pussy lips. The bastard nigger lowered me onto that massive thing.
It hurt, because I felt it so huge and thick. I began screaming; I could not help it, could not stop it.
I came, again and again, over and over.
Jamal fucked me real hard, just in front of everyone there.
No other man had ever fucked me like this before; not even Victor.
As he withdrew his massive black cock, I felt empty. But he soon placed me on the floor, on all fours and then, from behind, he penetrated my now fully stretched vagina again.
I came again, as he pumped it into me, all the way in, then all way out, until only the bulbous head was in me. I loved it.
“Fuck me harder you bastard, hard, harder. Use me at your will…”
Jamal pulled my head back by my hair. He yelled at me:
“Whose cunt am I fucking?” He asked.
“Yours, you’re fucking my wet cunt, but it is yours.” I screamed.
“Whose ass is this, bitch?” He asked pinching my ass cheeks.
“It’s yours; it belongs to you, do what you want… fuck me…!”.
I cried in tears, sobbing as he pounded me so hard.
Jamal made me look at the table then. In my sexual frenzy, I had almost forgotten they were there. His black friends and girlfriends; my best friend Paula and last but not least, my loving husband…
I looked at all of them, even as Jamal began fucking me again.
Just then, I came again, screaming like a real bitch in heat.
I lost count about how many times this bastard made me cum.
All of a sudden Jamal withdrew from my abused pussy and shoved his hard dick between my red lips. He fucked my mouth hard…
He finally came, making me swallow all his burning salty semen.
I was exhausted, but satisfied. “I’m yours…” I whispered to him.
Jamal grabbed my hair and made me look at him in the eyes.
“Remember you are mine, white bitch… a black cock lover now…”
Then one of his black friends stood up and moved over to me, as he unzipped his trousers…
I looked at my hubby, as I thought it was going to be a long night…
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