The Unwanted Houseguest
by Stormbringer
Storm_bringer1@webtv.net 


Chapter 5: Flirting With Disaster 

Beth was so flustered seeing herself on the cover of a porn magazine,
she almost got involved in two accidents while driving home from the
airport. She tried to calm herself so that she could think. She didn't
know any people who read smut magazines, so she was probably safe from
getting caught. David liked porn, but he only rented the occasional
video. She would cross her fingers and hope no one would recognize her.
The magazine would be off the shelves in a month and she could get on
with her life. Steve would be gone in a week and there would be no more
incidents like this to worry about. Strange, but the thought of Steve
leaving didn't fill her with joy like it should have. It actually
depressed her to think that she would be going back to an orgasm free
existence and she pictured herself riding behind Steve on his bike
heading out West to California. 

Beth pulled into her driveway and like a zombie slowly walked into the
house. Steve was waiting for her in the kitchen, an excited look on his
face. 

"Have you seen these," he said throwing three magazines on the table. 

Beth just nodded feeling nothing. There was no desire to yell at him or
to hit him. She felt empty inside. Beth looked over at the magazines. In
addition to Anal Encounters, there were two others. She was on the cover
of another riding Steve's cock. The last cover was a collage of
different people and She saw herself kissing his massive cock in the
upper corner. The contact point between her lips and his cock head were
covered by a black dot and the picture bore the caption, A Cock You
Gotta See to Believe. 

Beth looked through the magazines while Steve walked out into the living
room to change for work. As she leafed through the pictures, she felt
herself becoming aroused. The photographs of her and Steve were awesome.
There was one where she had the photographers dick in her mouth and her
eyes were half closed as she swallowed it wantonly. The picture didn't
resemble the Beth she knew from the mirror. The woman in the picture was
the most beautiful, sensual woman she had ever seen. The emptiness
inside her was being replaced by one emotion, lust. 

Beth started rubbing her pussy through her slacks as she looked at the
pictures. Hundreds of men were probably looking at her body right this
minute, all stroking a wide variety of cocks, all wishing that they were
Steve. She could see him naked in the living room. His fantastic penis
was half erect and it seemed to radiate power, calling to her. They
should make it illegal to cover that thing, she thought as he was
pulling on his shorts.

Steve, come fuck me now," she screamed. 

"Can't," he said walking back into the kitchen dressed and ready for
work. "I'm running late." 

Beth didn't give him much time to react. She was on her knees, with his
cock in her mouth before he had even realized his zipper was down. It
quickly swelled to full erection under her now expert ministrations and
he let her worship it for about five minutes before pulling it out of
her mouth. 

"Meet me at the bar around nine," he said looking at the crestfallen
Beth. "We'll fuck all night when we get home." Steve stuffed his cock
into his shorts, knowing that once it was hard, it stayed hard until he
came. It was going to be a long night, he thought, but at least his tips
would be bigger. 

Beth remained on her knees staring in disbelief at the empty doorway,
fully believing he'd come back until she heard his bike start up and
drive away. 

********** 

Beth opened her bedroom drawer and she looked at her old baggy sweaters
and tops. She removed them, revealing her newer sexier outfits, hidden
underneath. 

Beth then stripped, noticing how soaked her panties were. The magazine
pictures had her hornier then she had ever been and she didn't think she
could wait for Steve to get off work. She wished he could give her a
quickie out behind the bar tonight. It was probably the only time she
had ever regretted his amazing stamina. 

She leafed through her clothes and settled on a tight halter top and a
short black skirt. She pulled on a black thong, but decided against a
bra. She could see the large outline of her aureola through the thin
material of her top. Her bare flat stomach was now a perfect light brown
color, matching her hair and the rest of her body. Her ass cheeks were
the same color from being bare all the time in her bikini as she rode on
the back of Steve's bike. Her tan was almost universal now, her crotch
and a small area around her nipples being the only white spots left on
her entire body. 

She ran her hand down her belly, resisting the temptation to continue on
under her skirt. Steve could take care of that problem later. She smiled
at the beautiful woman in the mirror and almost laughed at the foolish
girl she had been just a month ago. She had been as white as a ghost and
hadn't even been able to look at herself in a mirror, being ashamed of
her voluptuous figure. Now, Beth realized, her entire body was designed
to please men, from her face to her ass and she was a fool to try to
deny them that pleasure. David would never be able to satisfy her and
within days after Steve was gone, she would be on the prowl for some new
cock to fulfill her needs. Beth twirled around, watching the skirt fly
up, revealing her lower butt cheeks and then she left the room heading
for her car and Steve. 

**********

The cold night air had caused her nipples to pop out. Her entire areola
were swollen and straining at her top. They were so hard, they got a
little swore rubbing against the material of her top. The club was
crowded that night and it almost fell completely silent when Beth
entered the room. Without even realizing it, she thrust out her breasts
and wiggled her ass a little more, as she crossed the room towards
Steve. Every male eye was upon her and some she thought seemed to
recognize her. She was afraid they recognized her from the porn
magazines and she shrugged it off to her imagination until she noticed
the same men staring in awe at Steve behind the bar. Yeah, they knew who
she was alright. 

Beth sat down at the bar and crossed her legs, showing off just a hint
of her panties to people at nearby tables. Steve set a strong drink in
front of her and he kept it filled, though he was too busy to stay and
talk with her. He wasn't too busy to scare off all the horny men though.
Every time she saw one approaching her, Steve would be there to scare
him away. She began to wish he would let her flirt a little just so that
she could have someone to talk too. 

She finished her drink and Steve set a fresh one in front of her before
getting busy with a bunch of drink orders. Beth was idly twirling her
swizzle stick around in her drink when she heard a deep masculine voice
behind her. 

"You here alone, Miss." 

She looked down the bar. Steve was busy and not paying any attention to
her. She put on her most dazzling smile and turned to face the man. She
found herself staring at a white t-shirt covering an incredibly muscular
torso. She looked up to see a very handsome black face smiling down at
her. 

"Y-yes I'm alone," she stuttered. "I mean no, I'm waiting for the
bartender." 

"Well, I'm sure he won't mind if keep you company until he's off," he
replied sitting down beside her. 

They struck up a conversation and Beth found it difficult to concentrate
as she stared at the black giant. His physical presence was so powerful
that she wanted to surrender her body to him right then and there.The
only other man who had affected her that way before was Steve and the
similarities between the two were amazing. Duane, the black man, was a
loner just like Steve. He wandered about the country on his motorcycle,
never staying in one place for long. Beth just listened raptly to him,
wandering what his cock looked like. She had developed a fascination
with black cocks ever since seeing the one in David's porno movie. She
had thought that cock big at the time until encountering Steve's in real
life. She was so focused on Duane she didn't even notice Steve fill up
their drinks, nor did she notice the angry look he flashed both her and
the black man. 
Duane excused himself to go to the bathroom and Steve was immediately in
front of her. 

"That black guy bothering you," he said gruffly. 

"No, Steve," she said a little flustered. "He's just keeping me company
until your off, that's all." 

"Well just make sure he keeps his dirty black hands off you." 

"Don't worry," she said a little confused. She had never known Steve as
a bigot. In fact, he seemed to consider himself superior to all other
men, whites and blacks. 

"On second thought," he said, an evil grin on his face. "I want you to
mess with him." 

"What!" she said her eyes growing wide. 

"Flirt with him, make him hard. Grab his dick," he explained. "No sex,
your body belongs to me this week. I want you to make him so fucking
horny his balls hurt. I want to see the look in his eyes when he sees me
leaving with you, knowing it's my cock that's about to be buried in your
pussy." 

"I d-don't think I can," Beth said shaking her head, which quickly
changed to a nod of agreement at the cold look of fury on his face.

Steve left the minute Duane returned. They talked a little while before
a nervous Beth reached over and set her hand on top of his thigh much to
his delight. He replied by putting one big callused hand on her knee and
squeezing it while looking down the bar at Steve to make sure he wasn't
paying attention. 
She grew a little bolder and began sliding her hand up towards his
crotch, expecting to come into contact with a humongous black cock at
any second. She was somewhat confused when her hand didn't encounter
anything and she continued on up to his crotch while he just stared into
her eyes, a smug look on his face. 
She encountered the thick stem between his legs and her eyes widened in
awe as she realized his cock ran down his other pant leg. His cock had
to be almost as big as Steve's and she felt it throbbing all the way
through his pants. Duane let her run her hands up and down his cock a
few times before asking her to dance. She nodded and he led her out to
the crowded dance floor. 

Duane was an excellent dancer and as they were out of sight of Steve,
she found herself getting a little carried away. She flipped her skirt
up, flashing Duane her bare ass and jumped away from him when he grabbed
her cheeks with his big hands. She wagged her finger at him saying he
was naughty and she backed her ass up into his crotch, feeling him grind
his cock against her. Then she spun around and held him rubbing their
crotches together. The beat was rhythmic and sexual and she found
herself wishing her pussy was full of some big black dick at the moment.
The set ended and they returned to the bar sweaty and breathing heavy
from the dancing and their arousal. 

Beth downed her drink and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She was
drunk, horny, and she had to pee really bad so she spent a few minutes
in the bathroom. When she had finished and freshened up her make up, she
left the bathroom. 

Beth was walking by a partially opened broom closet when a strong pair
of hands grabbed her and pulled her inside. She struggled at first until
he flipped the light on revealing Duane making shushing motions with his
finger and lips. His hands were quickly all over her body. 

"Duane, I can't be in here with you," she said moaning as he tweaked her
nipples through her halter top. 

"Come on Beth," he said while kissing all over her face. "You gotta let
me fuck you. I've never been this turned on in my life." 

"I can't cheat," she said without realizing that her hand was
unconsciously stroking his cock through his pants. "That big guy behind
the bar is my boyfriend and he's a little overprotective," she explained
still rubbing his cock through his pants. 

"He didn't seem to mind you messing with me though," said Duane as he
ran his big black hands under her halter top and flicked it up, freeing
her bare breasts. 

"He said I could tease you," she explained moaning as he bent over and
took one of her large nipples into his mouth. "I could grab you, but not
have sex with you."

Duane didn't respond, he just continued to lick around her nipples and
he gently bit them from time to time. Beth could never remember being so
horny. First, the magazine pictures had gotten her all worked up, and
then Steve had left her hanging this afternoon. Now, being trapped in a
closet with a well hung black guy had her dripping with excitement. She
even found his sweaty smell to be sexually stimulating. Duane stood up
and began unbuttoning his jeans, a smug, self-assured expression on his
face the whole time. 

"Wh..what are you doing?" she asked nervously.

He dropped his jeans and then bent over to pull down his underwear
freeing a cock as equally impressive as Steve's. It was about an inch
smaller but was about half againt as thick. 

"He said you could grab," Duane answered her, putting her hand on his
cock. "So grab." 

Beth began running her hands along his throbbing ebony shaft feeling it
jump at her touch. A nasty thought occurred to her. Steve had said she
could touch him. Wasn't jerking him off, just touching him? Beth gave
him a quick kiss and said, "Let me jack you off." 

She saw Duane give a little nod and Beth fished around in her purse for
a minute until she located a small tube of hand moisturizer. She kneeled
down and covered both hands in moisturizer until they were well
lubricated. Beth knew from experience that it would take a lot of
lubrication and she emptied the bottle in her hands. Beth looked up at
his cock and froze. The narrow confines of the janitors closet had it
swaying before her eyes, less then a foot away. It was simply the most
beautiful thing she had ever seen. The black cock in David's video had a
light colored head but, Duane's was a dark black all the way through.
His balls were bigger then Steve's and they hung down further. The head
was a lot bigger then Steve's, as was his urethra which was oozing
pre-cum. 

Without thinking, Beth leaned forward and planted her ritual kiss of
submission on the head feeling it jerk up at the touch of her lips. She
kept her lips poised about an inch away from the head, his musky smell
filling her nostrils. She wanted nothing more then to swallow it whole
but Steve had forbidden her. 
Beth figured one taste couldn't hurt, and her tongue flicked out and
licked the pre-cum off his head. It tasted salty and the amount was
almost as much as her husband's entire orgasm. 

Duane wasn't moving his body at all. but she could swear that his cock
was straining to find its way past her lips. Beth came to her senses and
backed up a little. She brought both her hands up and began rubbing
moisturizer all over his cock feeling how hard he was. 
Beth developed a a pattern of stroking and soon found herself becoming
mesmerized like she had the first time she had stroked off Steve. She
had fantasized she was blowing Steve, then getting fucked by him, and
then his cock had turned black and he had penetrated her ass, just like
the stud in the video. Now all her visions were of black cocks and she
decided that if Duane was going to be in town after Steve left, she
would be fucking him the minute 
Steve was gone. This cheered her up thinking that she had just
discovered a new source of orgasms and semen to satisfy her once Steve
was gone. 

Speaking of semen, the taste of his pre-cum was still on her lips and
she wished she could have more. His cock was swelling up now meaning he
was approaching orgasm. The big pee slit was opening and closing with
her strokes. Then an alarming thought hit her. Big cock, big balls, big
pee slit, it all meant that this guy was about to shower her with a
tremendous amount of cum and Steve had forbidden her from letting him
cum. He'd kill her if she walked out into the bar covered with a black
man's sperm. Beth had gone a little too far and she didn't really have
much choice. She would have to swallow the evidence. 

"You white slut," Duane said watching her swallow his entire cock into
her mouth. "Where did you learn to do that?" 

"Around," she said when she came up for air.

Beth got into her pattern of deep throating him and licking around the
head while she caught her breath. Her skills quickly had him ready to
explode and she felt him start to explode when she had his entire cock
buried down her throat. The overly large head of his cock had swollen so
big that she found it hard to suppress her gag reflex. Beth felt the
ridge of his cock head scrap along her throat as she quickly slid it out
so that just the head was in her mouth. 
Where Steve always came in several large wads, Duane just constantly
hosed out sperm. 
She could feel it spraying her esophagus and then the sides of her
throat as she slid it out into her mouth. His hot cum poured into her
mouth and she let it fill up at least three times before swallowing.
Beth had described swallowing David's load as an appetizer and Steve's
as a main course. Duane's was a seven course dinner and Beth was proud
when she swallowed every drop. 

"Oh my god," said Duane as his legs went weak and he caught himself
against the wall to keep from slumping down. "You've got to let me fuck
you," he said pulling her to her feet and rubbing his long wet cock
along her bare belly and across her belly button. 

"In a week," she said panting with desire. "My boyfriends gone within a
week." 

"Sorry, but so am I," he said sadly. 

"Oh." the smile on Beth's face fell and she sadly wondered where she was
going to find another cock like Steve's or Duane's to satisfy her in a
week. 

Duane opened the door and looked around, "Coasts clear," he said and he
slipped out the door. 

Beth fixed her clothing and wiped off her hands on a dirty rag in the
closet, following him out the door. He had disappeared and she returned
to her bar seat and an angry looking Steve. 

"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded. 
"Just out dancing," she lied. 

"Where's your black boy?" he asked. 

"I guess he left." she replied trying to keep the disappointment out of
her voice. 

"You leave him all high and dry like I told you?" 

"Yes Steve," she lied again. 

"Good," he said laughing. "I'm getting off in an hour. Why don't you run
home and be waiting for me in my brother's bed. 

"Yes Steve," she said jumping up. She needed to get fucked and she
didn't think she could wait another hour. 

Beth needed to use the bathroom again before she left and she glanced at
the broom closet as she entered the ladies room. Beth relieved herself
and stopped off to check her make up. She gasped when she saw how
swollen her cheeks were. Beth looked down her body and gasped again when
she saw a line of dried semen running down her stomach and across her
belly button looking like a snail had crawled across her belly leaving a
trail behind it. Thank god the bar must have been too dark for Steve to
see her cheeks and belly. Beth quickly poured warm water into her hands
and wiped off the semen on her stomach. 

Beth quickly left the building and made her way to her car. She couldn't
wait to have Steve's cock buried in her vagina. The days events had
gotten her so worked up that she was so horny it actually hurt. Her need
for sex was so bad that she almost regretted her introduction to good
sex. Almost. 

The club had been packed when Beth arrived and she had been forced to
park in a dark corner of the lot far from the building. The club had
emptied out quickly leaving her car alone except for a motorcycle parked
nearby. Beth had taken her keys out of her purse and was reaching for
the door when she was grabbed from behind. A strong arm held her tight
and a big beefy hand covered her mouth immobilizing her. Beth struggled
in fear until she realized the futility of it and calmed herself. She
stood still feeling her heart beating in her chest until her attacker
spun her around revealing himself to be Duane. 

"Duane, what the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"Beth," he said frantically. "You've got to let me fuck you." He lifted
her up onto the hood of her car and yanked her thong off from under her
skirt, setting it beside her on the hood. His pants were already around
his ankles and his cock was rock hard again. 

"No!" she said firmly, covering up the entrance to her pussy with her
hands. "I can't let you fuck me, my boyfriend will find out." 

"Damn it Beth," he protested. "Then you've got to blow me again. No
woman has ever swallowed me whole. " 

"I can't Duane," she replied. "Your big cock stretched my cheeks out so
much, that I almost got caught." 

"Aaagh," Duane cried in frustration. "Then let me look at you while I
jack off." 

Beth nodded yes. She really wanted to see the what the cum looked like
flying out from his cock. "Just promise that you won't cum on me." "I
promise," he said before spitting into his hand and then he started
running it up and down his long black shaft. 

"Show me your tits," he demanded. 

Beth lifted up her top and stretched out the elastic around her large
breasts and let it snap 
back above them so that her breasts were free. 

"Spread your lips so that I can see your insides," he ordered, stroking
his cock rapidly. 

Beth's skirt was around her waist and she could feel the cold metal of
the car hood on her ass causing her to shiver as she spread her legs
wide for Duane. Beth reached down and held her pussy open for him. Beth
looked down at her spred pussy and then back up at Duane, he seemed
closer. She wasn't sure whether Duane just kept moving closer or if she
was sliding forwards to get closer to his cock. The next thing she knew,
she was staring in awe at his big black dick as he stroked it just
inches from her open pussy.
 
Duane thrust his cock through his hand and the big head touched her
labia for a brief second causing her to practically jump into the air
with desire. She felt every nerve ending in her pussy screaming for sex
at his touch. Her hands were shaking and sweat broke out on her forehead
as she tried to resist her need to orgasm. 
Beth tried slipping her finger into her pussy but it was no use. A big
orgasm was lurking beneath the surface of her body and it needed more
then her finger to bring it out. 

'Duane, you can rub your cock along my slit," she said. "but don't put
it in me." 
Duane eagerly complied and they both groaned as he began rubbing his
dick along her pussy. It felt great but did nothing to help along her
orgasm and she whimpered in frustration. 

"Poor Beth," he remarked. "Why don't you let me push my head in a
little? That should help." 

"Ok," she said, "but just a little." 

Duane pushed down on his cock and watched about half of the fat head
disappear inside her. 

Beth sighed and clawed futilely at the hood of her car when he entered
her. Duane just obediently moved part of his head in and out of her.
Beth felt that she would be able to cum with just a little more inside
her.
"Go ahead and push the rest of the head in." Beth felt her impending
orgasm move up into her abdomen and it lingered there teasing her. Beth
smiled up at Duane thinking about how nice he was. Steve wouldn't have
taken no for an answer and Duane was just politely complying with her
wishes. She should reward him.  "You can push about half your cock in
but don't cum in me," she reminded him. 

Duane grinned down at her and began slamming about half his cock in and
out of her. He noticed her body was responding to his thrusts, her hips
rising up to meet his cock every time he pushed it in. 

Beth couldn't stand it any more. Her orgasm felt like a caged animal,
trying to latch onto his cock with each thrust, hoping to escape her
body. 
Beth opened her mouth to tell the handsome black man to bury his cock in
her pussy, but Duane seemed to be anticipating her request and slammed
all 11" into her before she could get out a word. His massive black cock
stretched her out further then she had ever been and she felt her long
awaited orgasm explode from her body. She screamed in pleasure and just
kept screaming as he continued to fuck her. 

Duane became alarmed at her cries of pleasure and seeing some people
leaving the bar, he shoved her panties into her mouth. She clamped her
mouth down and the panties helped to muffle her screams. He continued to
slam her hard against the hood, watching her body writhe in pleasure as
she flung her head back and forth in disbelief at the intensity of her
orgasms. He could feel his cock grow even bigger and he said, "Here it
comes baby." 

Beth's eyes widened in fear and she yanked the thong out of her mouth
and screamed, "Pull out, pull out." 

The look on Duanes face was purely predatory as he made like he was
pulling out, only to slam his entire cock into her pussy. "Nooo,"
shouted Beth as she felt his cock jerk in her pussy and it began
spraying it's large load of sperm. He held it buried in her pussy and it
leaped uncontrollably as it sprayed her pussy with his semen. The
powerful jet of semen just kept spraying the sensitive area around her
cervix, triggering her to have one constant orgasm that lasted as long
as his. Beth passed out as she felt his cum trickling out of her pussy
around his cock. 

She awoke a few minutes later to the sound of his motorcycle taking off
and found herself lying length ways along the car hood still practically
naked. Her breasts ached a little and her ass was sitting in a large
pool of sperm. She'd have to run home really fast to clean his mess up.
Beth jumped off the car and licked her lips tasting his cum and her own
juices on them. That bastard must have used my mouth to clean his dick
off, she thought in disgust. For a brief second she felt ashamed at what
she had become but just as quickly shrugged it off as it simply felt too
good to regret. 

Beth looked around for her thong but it was gone and in a daze she
stumbled into her car. 
Beth looked at her face in the mirror seeing the dried sperm on her lips
and she made sure she licked it all off before starting the engine.
Beth's aching nipples demanded attention and glancing down she saw that
she had forgotten to pull her halter top back down over her breasts. For
some reason, it had been pulled down to her nipples so that it looked
like her nipples were holding her top up. Both nipples were fully erect
and swollen from where he had apparently bitten them after she had
passed out. A little angry, Beth was lifting up the top to stretch it
out over her breasts when she saw something that almost made her faint
again, this time with fear. Duane had left two big hickies just above
her nipples. 

"Oh my god," she said out loud, thinking about what she was going to do.
On the verge of panicking, Beth calmed down, reminding herself that she
was a strong, intelligent woman. She brightened up a little when she
realized that she might be able to use make up to cover the hickies.
Hopefully she had enough time to clean up and try to cover up the
evidence of her infidelity to her husband's brother. Beth put the car in
drive and saw Steve walk out of the bar and head around back towards his
motorcycle. An hour had passed and Duane had fucked her for almost the
whole time! She slammed on the gas and squealed out of the parking lot.
She would have only a few minutes until Steve got home. 

 


  
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