CHAPTER SIX

  “I know it’s late, but would you like to come in for a cup of tea?” The “buzz” from half of the martini Clara downed was wearing off. “I feel so silly about what happened in the bar,” she chuckled as they walked down the street towards her house. Drew drove her home but they’d been walking around the neighborhood for an hour, talking about everything under the moon. Even though they’d just met in person, she felt like they’d known each other for much longer. Drew did his part to make her feel at ease, making sure she was alright. Looking at his tall, robust frame now, Clara gazed into his intense hazel eyes. She smiled. “It’s the least I can do after embarrassing myself like that at the bar,” she said, batting her lashes a few times. “Besides,” she continued gesturing towards her décolletage, “I really need to get out of these clothes,” she turned and began walking towards her front door.

  Drew raised his eyebrows. She was being more forward than she had been all night. The signal was clear as he slowly walked up behind her. Clara had been teasing him all night and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself for much longer.

  Clara jostled the keys in the door for a while as she heard Drew’s footsteps approaching. Her pussy flexed as his looming presence towered over her. The aromatic pleasure of his cologne swirled around her head. He said nothing, but she could feel his labored breathing into her natural curly hair. He’s coming for me, no turning back now, she thought as he slowly gripped her soft hips and hugged her from behind. She gasped as she felt his hot enormous cock push against her aching snatch, his strength controlled and deliberate. She leaned back into him for a moment, savoring the delicious sensation of his hardness teasing her. Drew caressed the sides of Clara’s waist, slowly bring his massive white hands over her gigantically engorged breasts, caressing them until he found her throbbing distended nipples.

  “Open the door,” he breathed huskily into her neck. His cock was so hard that he felt like the delicate skin might split. He pressed himself against her ass again, this time with more power, as he continued to massage her huge golden wet breasts.

  “Mmmmmm,” Clara moaned, letting her head fall limp against his chiseled chest. Drew tongued her earlobe, squeezing her milk laden tits harder forcing more sweet cream to seep through the threads of her dress.

  “Open… the door…” he commanded her again, as he covered her neck with deep feathery kisses. Clara could felt the strength drain from her muscles. Resisting him was no longer an option. Her entire body craved him, every gland was on fire, willing her to submit. Drew’s fingers crept the sides of her v neck and tugged downward, desperately searching for access to her sweet nectar.

  “Open the door…baby,” his voice was urgent and strained with arousal. “You need this don’t you?” Clara felt steaming lines of pussy juice leak down her thigh as his hot breath swirled in her earlobe. “You want me to breed you, don’t you?” He sneered, licking her neck and squeezing her tits harder. “That’s why you invited me here, we both know it,” he whispered. “And it’s going to happen, you’re the perfect vessel to carry my seed,” Drew continued, pulling Clara’s supple ass cheeks against his engorged cock. She gasped as he turned her around to face him. Running his massive pale hand between her legs, he licked his lips before kissing her chin. “Niiiice and juicy,” he groaned into her mouth. Parting her luscious lips with his tongue, he pressed her against her front door. Clara arched her back, ignoring all of her inhibitions. There was no time for caution. She needed his huge drooling white cock raw inside of her as much as she needed her next breath and the both knew it.

  Cupping her chin, Drew tilted her head up towards him. He looked her square in the eyes so he could see her reaction- vulnerable passionate. “I’m not going anywhere until you take this…” he used his other hand to guide her to his throbbing package, “all of this deep inside you. You want it don’t you?” he huskily whispered, sucking her bottom lip.

  Clara nodded. His face was illuminated by the moonlight, his intentions were clear. He was going to breed her, inject her full of his potent seed. He was going to bring her back to life by putting one inside of her. He pressed his knee between her thick creamy brown thighs, splitting her legs. Clara felt her plump pussy lips spread as droplets of sex dribbled out of her.

  “Tell me…” Drew sneered, “Say you need me inside of you,” he commanded as he kneaded one of her hefty milky orbs.

  “Uhhmmmm, I need it...” Clara was dizzy with desire. Drew wanted to take full possession of her mind body and soul and she was more than willing to succumb to his demands.

  “Come now, don’t be bashful,” he whispered. Bending down, he sucked her nipple through her dress. The delectable flavor of drying milk danced on taste buds. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want…” he moaned into her hot bloated breasts. “Hmm? That’s what you need, to be bred like the Queen you are,” he murmured into her lips as he laid a damp lingering kiss on her protruding lips. “You need to be fucked by a real man… say it,” he prompted her, massaging her neck, then caressing down the length of her back until he reached the curve of her bulbous ebony ass.

  Clara’s entire body was ablaze with her desperate longing for this man to take her, milk her, breed her, do whatever he pleased with her reached a fevered peak. She reached up and ran her fingers through the strands of his wavy hair, and caressed his cheekbone. The contrast of his ivory skin against her toffee hand sent her pussy into overdrive. It was involuntarily contracting now, squeezing and screaming to be filled with stream after stream of his hot, white load.

  “I-I need to be fucked by a real man…please… please…” she moaned the words driveled out of her mouth as she struggled to wrap her mind around what was happening to her. Drew’s educated hands seemed to be all over her body at once-squeezing her nipples, sucking her lips, palming her ass. “I need you to…mmmm—God…. I need you to breed me…M-Massa…” Clara pleaded softly.

  The one word sent Drew over the edge. Grabbing a fistful of her thick ebony locks, he held his face to hers. “I’m going to drain my balls inside of that juicy black cunt of yours, then you’ll beg for more,” he whispered sharply as he licked and alternated suckling her lips while massaging one of her massive, milky breasts. She was nearly exposed, right there on her front porch, shield only by Drew’s towering frame and the dark of night. Turning Clara around so that her face was against the wooden entrance, he lifted her dress, exposing her curved cheeks and hot pink thong. Pressing his hard cock against her steamy pussy, Clara gasped as the cool night air tickled her soaking flesh. “OPEN THE DOOR…” he repeated for the last time through clenched teeth, no longer able to control his carnal craving for her.

  “Ohhmmmm- Y-yes Massa…” Clara complied in one motion, unlatching the lock and pulling him inside.

  “Massa-Ohmmm-uhhh!!!” Clara sighed, assuming the role she’d only fantasized playing in her mind. Drew concentrated on grinding his hardness against her ass as he held her hips firmly against him. Shoving his huge pale veined hand up her dress he coarsely palmed her right tit until droplets of milk dribbled free as he continued to dry thrust her soaking mound. He yanked her dress all the way up to her waist and ripped her thong letting it flutter to the floor. Pulling her exposed wet snatch onto the knee of his pants, he prodded her ass and pussy with his bulge, while squeezing both of her dripping tits under her dress. Askew jets of watery foremilk shot from Clara’s distended black nipples. Hitting the end table and the lamp shade. Clara moaned and threw her head back onto Drew’s shoulder as he pushed his knee against her slippery slit, mercilessly milking her. She belonged to him and in that moment she knew that he was going to do whatever he wanted to her.

  “Good girl, sssshhhh, let Master have his milk. Whose is it?” he demanded in a low gravelly tone as he ground his knee cap against her gaping pussy.

  “Ughhhhhhh, Massa, its youuuurrrss! Your milk!”

  “All mine?” Drew was unrelenting. He needed her in the worst way. Determined to make good on his promise, he’d have to try and keep control of himself until she fully submitted to him.

  “Yes Massa, it’s yours, I swear!” Clara was beside herself with desire as she looked down at his pale white hands wrapped around her darkened areolas. Her pussy gushed sex juice into the cloth of his trousers. Beads of perspiration emerged on her forehead as Drew expertly expelled the sweet nectar from her tits, spraying anything in its path.

  “Do you need a Master?” Drew murmured in her ear. “Do you want a Master?”

  “Yes! Massa, yes! Please don’t stop…” Clara begged him to use her, to make her take everything he had to five and then some. Her entire body was engulfed in his dominance. Without warning he lifted her off of his knee and pushed her up against the foyer wall. Dropping down to her buxom ebony ass, he buried his face in between, licking and nibbling her cheeks. “Auuughhhhmmmmygod….” Clara groaned. The new sensation sent waves of electricity running up her spine. She caressed her sticky massive hanging milk bags. Taking hold of her dimpled bottom Drew pulled her cheeks apart and lapped at her asshole, sliding one hand between her legs to her damp throbbing hot pussy flicking her clit. “Auuuhhghhhmmm, uhhhhh!” Clara had no choice but to cast inhibition to the wind. Drew was systematically awakening her comatose body with such fierce intensity that she barely knew where she was. She was drunk on lust as he lapped at her ass, massaging and squeezing her cheeks, occasionally coming down on them with a slick SMACK! Then jostling them about a little more.

  Drew’s cock was throbbing in his pants, pleading for release. He whipped Clara around to face him with so much force that the motion propelled globules of thick creamy milk to drip from her erected nipples. Grabbing a fistful of her coarse ebony hair, he guided her onto her knees. “That’s it… be a good girl and look at your Master… yeesss…ahhh… yeah… Good girl,” he coaxed her as he laid her head against the wall with one hand and pulled his stiff cock out of his boxers. He let it fall free as the sheer weight of the erection brought it down on Clara’s dewy forehead with a sickening THWACK! Clara was stunned at how much larger his cock was in person. He was hung like a stallion, with robust heavy balls. Clara’s mouth watered at the sight of his smooth thick ivory cock. That ain’t no dildo girl, it’s the real thing, she thought as she stared down the length of his dense veined shaft. Opening her mouth wide, she invited him into the warmth of her mouth, begging him to give her a taste of his sex. “Not yet,” Drew growled as he brought his cock and balls closer to her face. His bitter musk was intoxicating.

  “Yes Mass-uhhhhhh!” Clara’s head suddenly jerked back as Drew pulled her hair once again.

  “Is my little chocolate sow getting ahead of herself? You do what I say when I say it, understand? Now open your trap…yeah… wider… wider…” Drew bit his bottom lip in anticipation at the sight of Clara’s gaping trap. Her perfectly soft pout lined the entryway perfectly. Lines of clear saliva escaped from the corners of her mouth as she held her position awaiting his next command. Clara’s pussy juice pooled beneath her in a puddle of her own milk and drool. Her hefty chocolate breasts continued to dribble drops of milk that ran along the length of her curves creating a glazed tracks of dried cream.

  THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

  “UHHH,” Clara was startled by Drew slapping his robust cock firmly across the cheek.

  “I said look at me cow,” Drew demanded, cupping her chin in his hands. Her mouth still stretched wide, the drool was freely flowing from her now. She looked up at him with wide chestnut eyes. “You want this big white cock?” He probed in a low voice as he rubbed himself to full erection.

  “Uh-huh,” Clara nodded as a tears brimmed in her eyes. She never wanted anything more in her entire life. She could taste his dick already, hoping that if she kept her eyes on him and stretched her mouth as far as it would go that he would finally decide to reward her with the delectable pleasure of tasting his cock.

  “No teeth, no hands, ya hear me?” Drew instructed. “The only thing I better feel is the back of your throat, understand?” Clara nodded. Her pussy creamed at his words. This was her real live fantasy, being played out in her own home! Drew abruptly stuffed his long hard white rod into her mouth. “Ahhhhhh...yeah...” He groaned, pulling her hair and bending his knees slightly. “That’s a good fit, don’t you think so?” He leered at her bobbing head as he thrust his manhood in and out of her opening like a high powered piston.

  Clara could only make sick guttural gargling noises as Drew pulverized her throat with his swollen veiny shaft. With each withdrawal, cords of syrupy white drool ran from Clara’s mouth and down his delicate balls. He finally pulled out she coughed up more gooey saliva but it was only a beat before he gripped the sides of her head and really went in on her, pumping into her like her mouth was a pussy, mercilessly nestling his cock into her windpipe. “Yeah…” he snarled… “That’s it baby… you’re being such a good girl taking Master’s cock like a pro... Ahhhh…” he sighed and groaned each time he felt his spongy prick make contact with her battered uvula. “More lips he demanded, as Clara attempted to close her mouth around his massively thick cock. Her pout gripped the bulging veins on his shaft as she circled her tongue around his hot root.

  “URRRMMM!!”was all Clara could muster as she attempted to shriek and moan through the solid girth of his irate cock. Drew pressed against her, shoving his dick deep into her mouth and fucked it ruthlessly.

  “All of this is going to be inside of that tight pussy of yours soon,” he groaned. Thrusting in and out, back and forth Clara’s head lightly banged against the wall from the motion of his love. Clara’s neglected pussy ached for attention so she reached down and started fingering herself for relief. Drew immediately yanked his cock from her mouth and spanked her overextended jaw with his hard dripping cock. “Tsk, tsk, tsk! My little hucow wouldn’t be touching herself now would she?” His expression turned serious as he spanked her other cheek with his cock, lifted it then shoved his massive sopping balls in her face. “Suck ‘em you little black whore! Get all that spit and cum, that’s right… lap it up like the heifer you are. You like being a cow slut for a white man don’t you?” he coaxed her as he rubbed the slimy saliva/pre-cum mixture up and down the length of his shaft.

  “Yes, Massa…I’m sorry Massa…” Clara lamented between slurps of the soaking wet tissue thin skin on Drew’s scrotum. He rubbed his dripping slimy cock all over her face, smearing her eyeliner, mascara underneath her eyes before slowly sliding it back in her mouth. Clara braced herself between Drew’s heavy cock and the wall, taking deep breaths in anticipation of her next throat fucking. Her hair was sweated out and her entire body was steamed and dripping with pre-cum, sweat, milk and drool but in that moment the only thing that mattered to her was pleasing him. In that moment she only existed for the sake of his pleasure. She sucked on his juicy cock greedily, desperately trying to satiate the starving abyss that was her sexuality. Her plump pouty lips gripped his shaft as it stroked in and out, rubbing off any remaining pigment from her lipstick. The stinging sensation in her cheeks made her entire face numb. None of her toys could compare to the enormity of Drew’s cock. She desperately wanted to use her hands, but resisted fearing that he might take his shaft away from her again.

  Drew took in his chocolate goddess. Her swollen lips wrapped around his dick, her thick juicy thigh, her massive, leaking, hanging udders slapping against her belly as her head bobbed back and forth impaling her face on his inflated pole... The very sight of her soft curvy sopping wet body made him fuck her mouth faster… and harder… Drew gripped the sides of Clara's head, locking her in place while he stabbed her throat repeatedly with his hard cock. The sick wet, guttural gargling sounds emitting from Clara’s throat only turned him on more, feeding his desire to own her for the sake of both of their pending ecstasy.

  “Ahhhhh, Fuck! Fuck! I’m going to shoot my load down your slutty little throat! Is you want it? You want it?!” Drew growled repeatedly as Clara relaxed her windpipe, inviting him to feed his sex to her. “Ahhhh FUCK!!” He bellowed again, as creamy cloudy ropes of cum shot into her esophagus, thrusting plops of frothy saliva out of the corners of her mouth and onto her enormous dripping milky brown tits. Drew gripped her head like a vice, holding her face in place as his load spurted into her, sliding down her throat… and out… and in again, finally smearing the last few dribbles on her dewy face.

  Clara turned her head from side to side, glazing her skin with his thick load, licking her lips and sucking on his spent tip, making sure that no drop was wasted. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned as his delectable salty bitternes slowly slithering into her depths. Looking up at Drew’s panting, sweaty ivory physique, she batted her wide mocha eyes at him, silently begging for more, knowing that he wasn’t quite finished with her…

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Ahh, sssss-yeah, you know exactly what to do with that big nigg’r mouth of yours, don’t you?” Drew sneered as he pulled Clara to her feet by her hair. He wound her thick, natural mane around his hand as he guided her to the staircase. His cock was still semi hard, and oozing bits of hind cum from his violent orgasm in Clara’s windpipe. She barely nodded in response, bound by his grip on her damp strands. The ravenous look in his eyes hypnotized her. He was drooling at the prospect of finally owning her. “Get down there… down…. Now spread ‘em… nice and wide…”

  THWACK! His thick white hand came down on her caramel flesh with a hard pop, sending a pronounced ripple through her thick ass meat. “I SAID WIDER!” he bellowed. Clara jumped at the stinging pain of his authority. Her pussy dripped slick nectar as she complied with his demands. “That’s a good lil nigg’r,” Drew hissed as he guided Clara on her hands and knees on the wooden steps. She was enraptured by his passion. The air was thick with his depraved intentions. The cloud of his presence behind her Clara was ready and willing to surrender every part of her to him.