What Happens in Vegas...

This story contains:

*Bisexual sex

*Poppers

*Extramarital sex

*Gay male sex

I put this story in the Gay Male category because I believe that the majority of what I wrote pertains more to that category than others. All characters are over 18 and fictional.

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"Seven!... Out!" The craps stick-man yelled as he raked the dice toward the center of the table. The craps dealers began raking all of my chips in... again. Alright, that was it for me. I'd lost enough. I figured it was a good time for me to find something else to do, but first, I needed to find a men's room to drain my now extremely full bladder.

I began to walk down the aisle of the casino to look for the nearest bathroom, stopping momentarily at the nearby slot machines to let my lovely wife Rebecca know what I was up to. She looked up from her machine.

"Well? Can we retire on your Craps winnings?" she asked.

"Uh, not so much."

"Well it's a little after 2:00 AM; maybe we should just head back to our room," she said.

I thought about it for a moment. "You know, I'm thinking I might play some blackjack before I call it a night. You okay with that?"

"Okay, I'm not really tired and I've been doing pretty well on the slots. What do you say; why don't we meet back here in about an hour or so?"

"Sounds good. Good luck. Be sure to win our retirement," I grinned.

As I started again to walk down the aisle I scanned the horizon for any signs of the men's room, but didn't see any, so I just kept walking. I tried to find an attendant somewhere that could give me directions. I saw no attendants anywhere, no cocktail waitresses, not even any gamblers. The casino seemed empty. What the hell? Don't they have any restrooms in this place? I just kept walking.

"Wooo-Hooo!" immediately to my left a lady screamed as her slot machine hit some sort of jackpot. I turned to look and saw an African-American couple in front of the ringing machine. The lady was sitting on a stool in front of it, while the man stood behind her, looking over her shoulder. I thought maybe they could give me some directions. Things were getting a little desperate as the six-pack of beer I had consumed was begging to be free. I turned and began walking down the aisle toward them.

Damn he's tall! I thought as I walked toward them. He must be a seven footer! He was dressed in a yellow jersey and bright red satin shorts with white, high top tennis shoes.

The man leaned in to her and said loud enough to be heard over the ringing machine, "That is like five hundred dollars!" he said in an accent that sounded South African. He then brought his hands above his head and began a little dance to celebrate his lady's good luck. I think that's how I noticed. I mean I don't normally walk around looking at other men's crotch, but I somehow noticed that there was a large bulge in his shorts that was also dancing. Holy shit, that guy must be hung like a horse, I chuckled to myself. I then looked at the lady, she was very pretty with large dark eyes and voluptuous lips. She had massive breasts that were trying to break out from the low cut blouse. I could tell from seeing her sitting on her stool that her hips were very wide and that she had a very ample bottom. Maybe a little large for my taste, but I still couldn't help but to enjoy her voluptuous beauty.

As I continued to walk toward the couple I glanced down at the man's shorts again. I was thinking that his wife probably walked bowlegged, I was snickering to myself when suddenly the man looked my way and caught me looking at him. Oh fuck, busted, I thought. He eyed me warily as I walked closer. I congratulated them on their winnings and asked about the bathroom. He gave me directions along with a finger point with his giant hand to the general area of the men's room.

I walked into the men's room. It was so late at night, there was no attendant. In fact, there was no one at all. My bladder was so full that if I didn't hurry, I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. I stepped up to a urinal and was unbuckling when surprisingly, someone else came in. The person took the urinal two down to my left. A little close I thought, as there were so many others to choose from. As I was peeing I glanced over casually to see who my partner in pee was. It was the black guy from the slot machine, looking away from me at his phone. Of course, I turned away as urinal etiquette dictates. A moment later I glanced back over. He was still looking away, busily thumb tapping the screen. I glanced down and then I saw... IT!... and... IT was fucking huge. The black monster hung down at least eight inches... flaccid. I looked away, trying to mind my own business. I was just finishing up when I glanced back over. He was still looking away, practically inviting me to look. I had never seen a cock that big before. That thing was in the upper echelon of porn star dicks, I thought.

"Do you like what you see, friend?"

Uh oh, busted again. I quickly turned my head to look straight forward again. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Trying to sound ignorant about what he was asking.

"It's okay, I'm just kidding you," he turned toward me blatantly displaying his low hanging, flaccid phallus. "I already know you like it," he said. I kind of liked the South African accent, I thought to myself.

I kept my eyes forward, staring at the wall in front of my urinal, my dick still in my hand. "I'm not even sure what you're talking about." I turned my head to face him. My eyes locked on his. Don't look down, I told myself.

He stood, saying nothing, simply returning my stare.

"I, uh, should get going." I said. Then I did the unthinkable, I thoughtlessly glanced back down at the huge monster he displayed. Dammit! I couldn't keep my eyes off of it! He smiled at me, still saying nothing... calling me out.

"I... I'm not gay," I stammered. "C... c... could you please just put that away?"

"I am sure you are not gay, my friend, but you are mesmerized by it, aren't you? You know I caught you checking me out back there, by the slot machine."

"A glance is a long way from being mesmerized. I simply glanced over to see who it was next to me in here, and I don't remember checking you out at all." I knew I was in denial, but I was hoping he bought it.

"I'll tell you what; I am going to cover my eyes and count to 100." He pressed his big brown hands tightly to his eyes. "I want you to do all the looking you want. Solve the mystery you have got going on in your head my... big... black... cock. When I reach 100, I will open my eyes. You will either be gone and I will be wrong about you or you will be standing there with your hard dick, licking your lips at me... one... two... three..."

"No, I am not mesmerized by your dick." I stated clearly as I eyeballed his huge phallus.

"Yes you are. Almost all guys like you are." his eyes still covered.

"What? Guys like me? What the hell does that even mean?" Damn that cock is so beautiful, I thought to myself.

"Yeah, guys like you... middle aged, white guys. Married, right? Married for 20 years... to the same woman, in fact. You probably only have sex maybe once a week. If you are lucky."

Well, no shit, I thought to myself. That would not be tough to figure out... That covers the entirety of the human race... Damn! I need to quit looking at that thing. Fuck it's big. I wonder what it would feel like if I touched it? My own cock began hardening.

"And when you do have sex it isn't even the crazy, wild kind any more. No more blowjobs, no porn parties, no public places. Just the once a week, routine wham-bam, thank you 'mam. Dinner, bottle of wine. Missionary position.. Guys like you."

Yep. He's got me there. I stepped away from the urinal to get a closer look at that monster. My semi-hard cock still exposed.

"Then you got caught jacking to porn. Suddenly your wife thinks you're a sick, oversexed pervert. No sex for a couple of months after that. Now your porn tastes have now migrated to a more... shall we say, adventurous kind. One of your many favorites is now women fucking men with a big black cock, isn't it?."

Damn! this dude is looking straight into my soul, I thought to myself. "Although you already had me nailed at married for 20 years," I said. "The rest is pretty dead-on too... maybe even a little more accurate than I'd like to admit... even to myself." I spoke up, "But that still does not make me gay." I announced with authority. Although my hard cock is saying it pretty clearly right now.

"I Didn't say you were, but when you watch that woman wrap her tiny little white hands around that thick black cock, you like it. It turns you on. Then, when she sucks that huge cock head into her mouth, you begin to wonder, what is that like? You become... curious, you wonder maybe what his cum would taste like..." He smiled broadly, his incredibly white teeth contrasting with his dark skin. "But then, when she takes that huge black cock into her tiny white pussy and begins to scream... that's when you tell yourself that you want that also. You want to feel what she's feeling. You want to know what it feels like to be stretched open like that. You want to know what it's like to have 12-inches of big black cock inside you... Yeah, you want the full experience." He chuckled, "guys like you."

I stood there before him, still ogling his huge black, hunk of fuck meat as it began to harden before me. Several large veins becoming corpulent. The shaft beginning to swell.

"Looks like someone might be happy to see me." I chided.

"Just thinking about those lips wrapping around my cock head. 65... 66... 67..."

"So that's what this is all about? It's about getting a blowjob... from me? What's wrong with your wife?"

"Absolutely nothing with my Simone, but nobody worships my big black dick like.... well... guys like you, he smiled. 71... 72..."

His cock was now at half mast and stretched out to about 10-inches. Fuck I wanted to suck that dick. I wanted to feel it in my mouth. God my dick was so hard. I looked down to see clear fluid start to ooze from my head.

"If you're still here, I must have been right about you. Go into one of those stalls over there and get down on your knees. 86... 87..." he ordered.

"I haven't made up my mind yet" I stated.

"Yes you have. If you're not in that stall and on your knees, I guess I'll settle for my beautiful wife's lips. 95... 96..."

I felt torn between thoughts of cheating on my wife and actually doing the unthinkable... sucking that huge black dick. I made the snap decision and walked into a stall and dropped to my knees. I looked at the profile of his cock. It was still only semi hard. I guess it must be waiting for my mouth, I thought to myself.

"99... 100..." He pulled his hands away from his eyes and looked around, seeing me on my knees. He smiled. "I knew you wanted to be my bitch," he said in his accent as he walked into the toilet stall.

He squeezed by me and sat down on the toilet. He removed his gym trunks completely and tossed them to the side so he was naked from the waste down. I crawled over to him, but his knees were pressed tightly together, his cock leaning slightly to the left.

I reached to spread his knees, but he would not spread them for me. I looked up into his eyes. His gaze was forward, over my head.

"You will need to acknowledge me, acknowledge to me that I was right." He commanded.

"You were most definitely right," I replied, staring at that cock.

He still did not spread his knees for me. "Part of that acknowledgment should also be to acknowledge to yourself that you want to do this. Another part should be that you ask me, nicely, before I allow you to do it." he smiled. "Although, I should warn you, once you do this with me, you will never stop wanting big black cock..."

I thought about it for a moment. He was right... about a lot of things actually. I did want to suck on that big beautiful black cock. I wanted to experience what I'd seen so many women had experienced. I wanted to be like those women, It was even turning me on that I wanted to beg him for his cock.

"You are absolutely right. I really do want to do this, and as you can see from my own cock, I want it pretty badly. You're absolutely right. I was in denial before. I ask your forgiveness for my previous arrogance. Now I know I want to suck that fat black cock. Please sir, let me suck your cock. Let my mouth be the receptacle for your pleasure. Please fill it with your big dick. Please fill it with your seed."

He smiled brightly as he slowly spread his knees for me. He was finally allowing me access to his magnificent cock. I moved in to admire it's vast size. Probably 12-inches long and as thick around as my wrist. Two large, corpulent veins snaked their way down the length. This beautiful penis sat atop a large, hanging scrotum filled with walnut sized balls. I lightly caressed the swollen shaft making the cock jump, which made my own jump also.

"I think you got me a little over-excited by you're... acknowledgment." He smiled.

Suddenly a voice called out. "Malik, are you about done?"

I looked up at him. He held up a finger to his lips to shush me.

"Just about baby. Give me another 5 minutes or so." He thought to himself for a moment. "Tell you what," he called back to her, "I'll meet you there."

"Okay, but hurry up." I could tell that she did not share Malik's accent. She was American.

He looked at me and whispered, "I must go. I have a date with my wife to get my dick sucked," he smiled. "I am a man in demand," he announced. He then hesitated a moment, "Uh... may I get you to do a favor for me? If you do, I'll let you suck my dick whenever you want until we leave on Tuesday." He looked at me questioningly. "You see, my wife likes it when we do stuff in public places. Places where there's a possibility of getting caught. It makes her excited... I mean really hot. Do you know where the Extravaganza Showroom is? "

"Yeah, we saw a show there, a couple of nights back."

"Well, that's where we are going to meet in 5 minutes. What I want you to do is to actually catch us in the act. I want you to walk in through the unlocked service entrance and out to the stage. You will see us there."

"Okay, what then?"

"All you have to do is watch us. That is all! I just want to see what she does when someone actually does catch us." He grinned broadly.

"So all I do is stand there?" I asked.

"Yep, all you have to do is watch us. When she sees you, she will do one of two things: she will either become panic stricken and start apologizing to you or it will turn her on even more and I will get the best head of my life. It will most likely be the former, but I am hoping for the latter."

"How will I know when I should leave?"

"If she begins to apologize, then just walk away. If it turns her on and she starts getting into it, just enjoy the show."

I looked at that beautiful cock before me and thought about sucking it off. "Okay, I'm in..."

15 minutes later I walked through the service entrance to the empty showroom. As I walked out on to the stage, I saw Malik look over at me. He stood there while his very voluptuous wife was on her knees with her hands wrapped around his cock. Her lips were kissing his huge mushroom head. Her massive tits were hanging out of her blouse. Dark brown areolas, as big around as a cue balls graced each breast, her nipples erect and protruding. She had not seen me yet, so I gasped loudly, sounding like I was surprised to catch them. She pulled her lips away from the cock and turned to look at me in surprise. I saw Malik look at me and then back at her, waiting for her reaction..

I just stood there, my eyes wide, my mouth agape. Several moments later, she was still silent... just looking at me with those huge dark eyes. I was guessing she was still contemplating her options. Finally, she returned to kissing the giant cock head. However, her eyes... they were still locked on me. She gently kissed down his shaft, her eyes never leaving mine. It was like she was watching me to see how I was going to react to her. She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked the long shaft from it's base to it's giant knob, her eyes closed momentarily in pure enjoyment before popping open to surveil my reaction. I made sure to communicate nothing to her. Juuuusst watch, I thought, trying to stay in control of myself.

What I could not control was my own growing erection beginning to bulge in my pants. She took her time bathing the giant cock until it glistened with her dripping saliva.

I so wanted to be her at that moment. She let her wet tongue slosh over Malik's cock head as she glanced down at my groin, most likely seeing my erection through my pants. Fuck I was hot. I absentmindedly licked my lips as my eyes were glued to that huge cock. It must have given me away to her because when I looked into those big dark eyes again, they smiled at me. She wiggled a finger at me, to come hither. I looked to Malik for his reaction. He remained stoic.

"You like this big black cock, don't you, white boy?" she said to me before she sloppily licked his shaft. "Why don't you come over here and share it with me?"

I, again looked at Malik. No response. I stepped closer and knelt down next to her, my eyes transfixed on the gargantuan erection. I was actually going to do it. I was going to touch another man's cock for the first time. Fuck yes! I leaned in and tentatively put my tongue up against his thick black shaft and licked toward the giant pink mushroom where I couldn't help myself but to suckle the frenulum, making Malik moan.

"Damn, I like that... don't stop," he moaned.

"Oh, look at you, white boy," she said, looking at me. "You're making him even hotter."

I brought my lips to his bulbous tip and slipped it into my mouth. Damn it was big. I slurped my tongue around it, bathing it in my saliva. The velvety soft skin over his hardness felt wonderful as my tongue sloshed around. I began pushing down, sucking in more cock. I brought my hands up and wrapped them around his shaft, slowly stroking. I closed my eyes as I pushed down further, accepting even more cock into my mouth.

"Why don't you get in on some of that, Simone?" Malik asked.

Simone leaned in and began running her lips and tongue along the side of his shaft between my stroking hands and my suckling mouth. Removing my hands completely, I began to do the same thing as she was, just on the other side of his shaft. Simone pressed her finger against the cock's base, effectively creating a cock ring and limiting the blood flow escaping it. As we slurped up and down, his cock became more and more firm until the big black shaft's skin was so tight, it became shiny. I noticed the cock had a slight curve back toward Malik's abs. More veins became visible along it's surface until the monster cock's shaft became a spiderweb. My tongue and lips felt the corpulent texture, making my own cock throb. My free hand reached down and stroked my hard-on through my pants. Simone's hands came down to unbutton and unzip me. Her hand slid inside of my underwear to feel my raging penis.

"Oooo, you're wet and sticky. You're really liking this aren't you, white boy." she hissed, lust in her voice. She returned her lips and tongue to Malik's spiderweb veined monster. We slid our mouths up opposing sides of his shaft, our tongues met as they slithered around the underside of the shaft. We continued upward as Malik moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. We both reached his turgent cock head and slid our tongues over the tip to writhe with each other's. Simone then began kissing me, her tongue slithering into my mouth. We kissed deeply, each moaning faintly. I couldn't imagine what Malik was thinking at the moment watching as his wife passionately tongue fucked another man's mouth.

"Hey baby, my cock's feeling lonely," he interjected, making us reluctantly pull our mouths apart.

I returned my mouth to his cock. I hungerly took the head between my lips and bathed it in the mix of my and Simone's saliva. My hands wrapped around his girth and pulled toward my mouth forcing a copious amount of his pre-ejaculate to ooze on my tongue. I greedily licked and sucked the head clean before forcefully plunging my mouth down deeper until the monster began to choke me. I wanted to please this giant black cock. I wanted to make my mouth the recipient of his virile seed. I withdrew and plunged again, pumping his shaft with my hands. Again, I withdrew and plunged. I became frenzied, pumping, plunging... sucking.

"Oh... shit," Malik moaned. "That is it. Just like that."

"Look at him, Malik. He really wants your big cock," Simone rasped. "Fucking take it all white boy. You go now. Swallow that cock." She slid her hands into my underwear and around my cock, pulling it free of its confines. Spitting on her hand, she stroked my 6-inch erection frantically.

I continued pumping my hands up his shaft to meet my lips as I plunged my mouth deeply on to him. I moaned as my tongue slathered the head and black shaft forcefully each time I pushed down on to his big cock. I was begging for his cum now. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to hear the groans Malik made as he shot into my mouth.

"I know you're wanting his cum, baby, I can tell." Simone panted as she continued to pump my cock. "I'm like you, I wanna taste it. I wanna feel his big ol' dick jump when he's shooting that hot load in my mouth. Keep it going, baby. Make him cum."

Malik groaned as his cock lurched in my mouth, pumping a torrent of semen into the back of my throat and on to my hungry tongue. I continued to pump his 12-inch monster cock as it jumped again, spewing more of his potent seed into me. My tongue frantically lapped at his pee slit, feeling the pressure behind each spurt of the thick pungent ejaculate.

"Let me have some of that cum, baby," Simone said, tongue out and moving her face next to mine.

I pulled away to allow Simone some of the pleasure of tasting the seed of this big black cock. I continued to pump my hands as I allowed the puddle of thick cum on my tongue to slither it's way partially down my throat, before gulping it down into my awaiting belly. I watched as the spasmodic cock launched another thick stream into Simone's open mouth. She swallowed like she was starving and stuck her tongue out again like she needed another wad in her immediately. She received the next jet to her cheek and the one after to her nose and lips.

I Could not help myself and leaned in to clean the cum drenched beauty. My tongue lapped at the gray-white ooze dripping down her face. In doing so, I received two more thick streams to my own cheek. Our faces writhed together around the giant cock head as we alternately kissed and licked the seed from each other. The result being that our faces were thoroughly coated with his semen.

Malik groaned again, cum now oozing instead of shooting. I turned to see thick gobs dripping down his fat urethra. I eagerly lapped up the hot jism as my hands squeezed the fresh semen out of his pee hole. My own body suddenly clenched as cum erupted spontaneously from my own 6-inch penis. My cock spurted uncontrollably... spasmodically. Multiple uncontrolled rapid fire jets of cum flew between Malik's legs, landing feet behind him.

"Damn, white boy, you were really needing that, weren't you?" she rasped as her hand diddled her clit inside her pants.

"Mmmmm." Was all I could say as I swallowed more of Malik's ejaculate. She was right. I, apparently, needed that. It seemed as though my body had been so overly excited, so overwhelmed with sexual desire, it autonomically shed some of that intense sexual tension coursing through me by dumping a heavy load. I had been so lost in my lust, along with my wanton intentions of pleasing that huge cock, I did not even feel my orgasm building as I normally would have. It just seemed to happen without preamble... spontaneously.

"Fuck, white boy, you're so turned on, you're out of control. I think it's gonna... make... me... do it too," Simone squealed. Her giant tits jiggling as her fingers pummeled her pussy. "Fuck!!! FUCK!!! Fuuuuuccck!" Her belly was racked with powerful contractions, making her screaming sound deep and guttural. She threw her head back and cried out again as her body undulated from the intensity.

As I lapped up the last drop from Malik's sperm covered monster cock, he spoke, "Damn Simone, let it out! Fucking make that pussy cum..."

Simone continued grunting as her body undulated in orgasm. Finally, she laid back and crashed onto the floor, spent, and breathing heavily.

"That was hot! I have not seen you cum like that in a long time," he said incredulously. "I guess you like getting caught sucking dick in public. That is, until you wanted a little help worshiping my big black cock. You were one wild, Out... of... control, bitch...." His accent making him sound comical.

"Oh shit," she whispered. "Let me catch my breath a bit..." she panted. "Whew! White boy over there was so hot from sucking your big dick that he shot a huge load without even touchin' his dick. That shit put me over the edge. Damn!"

Malik's Cock, glistening with my saliva, began to wilt before me. "That's it faggot. Beat it," he commanded, pulling his shorts up over his cock.

"Malik! Stop it!," Simone chastised.

Sheepishly, I stood, looked over at Simone and nodded an imaginary good day to her as I replaced my still hard cock into my pants. I glanced at Malik, "I'm Michael." saying nothing else as I walked out. I could hardly believe what I had just done... and really wanted to do again... hopefully very soon, I thought to myself.

My orgasm hadn't even taken the edge off of my desire. I needed more. I pictured that 12-inch, turgid, shiny, spider-veined cock in my mind. Mmmmm. I saw the thick long shaft in my mind, the soft pink mushroom head. I saw the way it curved slightly back toward his abs. I licked my lips. I wanted more of that. Malik was right, I wanted the full experience...

I made my way back through the casino to the bathroom to clean up before meeting with Rebecca at our designated spot. She had won two thousand dollars. It ended up being a lucky day for both of us, I guess. As it was now 3:15 AM, we made our way to the room, undressed and went to bed. I slept fitfully that night as I relived the lurid scene in my mind over and over. My cock bec ame erect and demanded attention. I did not comply. For some reason I was unsure of, I wanted to save myself for Malik. I didn't even know if I would ever see him or Simone again, yet I wanted to save myself for that possibility.

When I awoke at 9:30, I found my cock to be rock hard and noticed a sizable wet spot in my underwear. I rolled over to look at Rebecca sleeping peacefully and I suddenly felt guilty. Even though we hadn't had sex in a while, I felt bad about what I had done with Malik and Simone... and about what I still wanted to do. I got up and took a shower, which woke Rebecca, who then did the same. We went down to the restaurant in the casino for some breakfast.

We then spent the day doing other things outside the casinos. I think I needed a distraction to take my mind off of my and Rebecca's problems, and to deal with the thoughts and consequences of my actions the night before. Well, luckily Las Vegas is the Mecca of distractions. We rented a car and went sightseeing. Although we had a pretty good time, my brain kept wanting to return to the craziness that occurred on that stage the night before. The images of what we did there were still vivid in my mind. The giant black, foot-long cock, standing tall before me. The topless woman kissing me deeply and jacking my cock. It was the first time I had ever touched another man sexually. It was also the first time I had touched a woman that wasn't my wife. I felt guilty about it, maybe even a little ashamed, but I could not help but want to do it again. It stirred something within me that put my sexual desire in overdrive. It seemed as though my cock had wanted to be hard almost all day.

When we finally returned to the casino, Rebecca and I went our separate ways, each off to win our fortunes. That night I did pretty well on the craps tables early on and decided to take a break and walk around. I was actually hoping to bump into Malik and Simone. There was no such luck though. I even sneaked back into the show room to see if they were there. They weren't. Rebecca and I ended up retreating to our hotel room and going to bed around midnight.

The next day, went about the same. Rebecca and I went to the casino restaurant for breakfast before leaving to visit some other casinos. I lost a little money, while Rebecca won a little more than I had lost, so, all in all, not a bad day. We got back to the casino, we were staying at, in the late afternoon and decided to visit the swimming pool. They had a large winding river-like pool that contained a floating bar right in the middle of the widest section of the entire pool. I walked into the crowded locker room to change into my trunks. As I stripped down, I glanced around at some of the other men there, some of them were naked. I glanced at some of their cocks and noticed that I saw them in a different way than I had before. I now was looking at them through the lens of attractiveness... of sexuality. Not necessarily pretty men and not necessarily monster cocks, but just a guy that was in decent shape, that had a nicely sized and shaped cock. Most men were similar in size to mine. Then I saw a slightly older gentleman, maybe in his fifties, strip off his clothing and underwear exposing a decently shaped large cock. It hung down four or five inches flaccid. It was thicker than mine with a nice mushroom shaped head. I don't really know what was happening to me, but I was thinking that I'd like to do some naughty things with that man. He caught me ogling and looked me in the eyes. He made no expression, so I couldn't tell if his gaydar was going off or not. Did he want me to stop eyeballing him? Maybe he was just giving me the look. The one that says yeah, I'm interested. I could not tell which. I looked away from him thinking that something had definitely changed in me recently. I didn't know exactly what it was or whether I was ready for it though.

Rebecca and I swam and drank for about two hours before returning to the locker room to change back into our street clothes. We met back outside and made our way to the restaurant for dinner.

There was a line of people waiting to get in. First in line was Malik and Simone.

"Wow, that guy is so tall," whispered Rebecca. "I wonder if he plays basketball?" Malik glanced back and noticed Rebecca and me. He smiled and nodded at me.

I smiled "Good evening, congrats again on your good luck the other night."

"Thank you. Hey Simone, look who it is." he gestured.

Simone turned around, saw us and smiled brightly. "Good evening! Yeah thank you. It was a good night for us." She looked directly at me. "Was it good for you too, I hope?"

"Great! I... uh, we had a great night," I replied.

"Well, hope you have another lucky one tonight." Simone still smiling.

When they seated us 15 minutes later, the put us in a half moon shaped booth directly across Malik's booth. By chance, Rebecca and I sat centered, directly facing Malik's table. When he noticed our position, he nonchalantly reposition himself so he was almost directly facing us. Two minutes later I noticed he had pulled the hem of his shorts up, revealing the pink glans of his penis. When he caught me looking, he casually slid them up even more, displaying nearly his entire cock. He sat with his legs spread wide as he spoke to Simone. From what I could tell, he was talking about playing Keno or something. His huge flaccid cock was actually laying on the vinyl seat, draped in a curve pointing at his left thigh.

Apparently Rebecca noticed this also and was eyeballing it.

"Damn, do you see what I see?" she whispered.

"What is it?" I looked around the room, feigning ignorance.

"The basketball player seems to be giving us a show." She sneered.

"I still don't... oh, damn. I see what you mean. Wow!"

"I'll bet that thing is a foot long," she said, sounding disgusted.

"Calm yourself down," I jokingly chided as I playfully fanned her with my napkin.

"That is so gross. Men are so disgusting." she frowned.

I sat there for a moment contemplating what she had just said. It had so many implications.. It implied that she was in no way aroused by a good looking black man with a beautifully large sex organ. It implied that I was also disgusting as I was a man too. She told me that on the night she had caught me masturbating to porn. Men are so disgusting... To me, what she was saying was that she just flat didn't like men... in the broadest sense. I didn't know how to receive that from her at the moment.

"Would you like me to ask him to cover himself up?" I asked.

"What? And create a scene? No, let him be. I'll just avoid looking toward him," she said haughtily. "I need to use the restroom." she got up and left the table.

I glanced back over at Malik's cock. I gazed at the thick, black boa constrictor draped across the vinyl seat, remembering that night. The picture of it as the monster cock oozed cum down his shaft. My cock began to harden. Then I saw his cock jump a little bit. I looked up to see a smirk on Malik's face. He was toying with me. He got up and walked over to me, smiling.

Bending over, he spoke quietly, "You should meet me at the restroom tonight. What do you say... 1:00 AM?"

Oh god that sounded good right now, I thought to myself, I really needed the relief... I really needed to cum, but I was contemplating something else at the moment. "You know... that sounds really good," I looked him in the eye. "but I think I would like the full experience."

He just looked back at me for a moment and said nothing. Then he smiled again. "Of course you do," he said knowingly. He thought for a moment, "Simone will be having a spa day tomorrow, so... 10:00 AM, room 1327?"

"Yes, that sounds nice." I confirmed.

"Yes it does... the full experience." he walked back to his table smiling.

Rebecca returned from the restroom a couple of minutes later as our food arrived. She picked at her chicken, while I ate my steak ravenously...

After dinner, our custom had been to split up, go our separate ways and gamble. Tonight, she said she wanted to start with blackjack and would probably be over at the one of the tables. I told her that I was tired and would be up in our room. We kissed goodnight and I headed for the elevator.

Once in our room, I immediately got undressed and climbed into bed. Propping myself up on some pillows, I picked up my phone and began surfing. I wanted to try, as Malik put it, some adventurous porn. I opened a website and searched for interracial porn. I consumed several videos of women screaming in ecstasy as they got their holes filled with large brown and black cocks. My own cock hardened now, I clicked the orientation switch at the top of the web page from straight to gay. Immediately pictures depicting white men being penetrated by large black cocks displayed. I clicked on one and watched how the young white man accepted such a huge phallus into his rectum. The black man attempted to push himself deep into the twink, causing him to flinch. I watched as the twink held his hands out, pushing on the black man's thighs to prevent him from going deeper. The black man slowed his entrance and pretty soon the twink was able to take more of the large cock. I looked down at my own throbbing dick, clear viscous fluid oozing from the tip onto my belly. "Just one more night," I said out loud to it. "One more night of abstinence and you'll get release tomorrow..."

I slept fitfully that night. I think it was largely due to my horniness and anticipation. Rebecca came in around midnight, waking me briefly. She said she had won another three thousand dollars on the blackjack tables and that she was now up over four thousand for the trip. She gave me a quick kiss goodnight before shutting off the light...

I awoke around eight-thirty and got up to take a shower, noticing I had some serious morning wood. Just a while longer, I thought to myself. I stepped under the hot water and tried to wake up. My cock wanted to cum so badly right now, I was having trouble not jacking it off. It was probably a good thing I didn't try as Rebecca came in to use the toilet, instantly making my cock wilt a little.

"Looks like someone is happy to see me this morning... or were you just about to jack off when I came in and interrupted?" she asked snottily.

God how did we get to this place in our marriage? I thought. So what if I was going to jack off? We hadn't had sex in two months. A man needs sex. A person needs sex. Wait... doesn't she need it too? I began to wonder why she was giving me grief about masturbation, when I knew that she had to be doing it also...

"Actually, I wasn't going to jack off, I thought about it... I even wanted to, but I wasn't going to... I have a question for you though. How are you doing now that we haven't had sex for two months? Aren't you horny at all?"

"Let's not make that problem about me. That problem is on your shoulders."

"Actually, it's our problem. It's on our shoulders."

"So tell me, what would you do if you caught me cheating? And don't tell me masturbating to porn is not cheating."

"Of course it's not cheating. That's just silly. First of all, I know we've both seen porn, both with and without each other around. Secondly, I know you masturbate also. It's always been okay for us to do that in our relationship. Right from the beginning."

"I've seen what you masturbate to. It's disgusting. Big cocks and small women, girl on girl, big black cocks on white women. Why is it always big cocks this and big cocks that?

"Because I don't want to watch a small dick being stuck into a big girl. Neither does the big girl... neither does the small dick dude for that matter." I shut off the water and opened the shower door. "Men need sex, Rebecca. Not like women do. Not like once a week. Not like planned out on a date night. Not always roses and Be Mine cards. I need it more often... like... I don't know, four or even five days a week. I want to return to what we had in the beginning, what we used to have. How do we do that?"

"People change Michael. People grow."

"You call where we're at right now growth? I'm not sure of where our relationship is at or even how we got to this point, but it's not all on me. We went from having frequent, adventurous sex, to having once in a while, very vanilla sex. I needed more than that, most men do. I'm sorry I couldn't communicate that with you. I guess I was afraid, so I took care of the problem by myself, in a dark room, late at night, in front of a computer."

"Watching disgusting things."

"Disgusting to you, maybe, but not for me. Look," I tried to sound calm and polite. "I need variety. I need something a little more wild, something sexy. Lingerie, sex toys, porn... I don't care. I understand if you don't want to have any part of it. You would have to change your point of view on many things and that is difficult for a person to do, but please understand that I will be masturbating... probably to porn. I'm not going to flaunt it, but neither will I hide it. I refuse to feel guilty about it. I refuse to feel guilty about being a man."

She sat there in stunned silence for several moments. "I uh, understand," was all she said, before simply standing, flushing the toilet, and walking out.

That went well, I thought to myself. I was now more depressed than ever, but I felt it was something that needed to be said. I then thought about Malik and our rendezvous. I didn't know if I'd be able to make it, now. I didn't want to cheat again on Rebecca. I felt guilty already, I felt ashamed. I sighed, it was all too much for me.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Rebecca was already gone. So I made my way down the elevator alone to get breakfast.

As I sat there, eating my eggs, I thought about how I would handle the Malik situation. I thought about going to his room and explaining myself to him. How would I explain about me backing out at the last second? I guess I'll just have to figure it out. I'll just have to tell him. I'll just have to be strong... he'll understand. In fact, he'll probably just laugh and close the door in my face. He'll probably chide me and say I'll change my mind and come crawling back to him... what an arrogant bastard.

As I stepped back into the elevator, I felt a nervous energy course through me. It felt like butterflies in my stomach. My cock was wanting to be hard, but I needed to stay focused right now. I pressed the button for the correct floor and watched the doors close. The elevator lurched upward. I had been wanting to go up to his room anyway, but for an entirely different reason. I had been fantasizing about it... that big cock. Dammit! Be strong! Stay focused! The doors opened and I stepped out into the hallway, eyeballing the sign telling which way his room was.

As I stepped up to his door, I noticed the Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the door handle. Interestingly, the door was cracked open slightly. I slowly pushed the door open and stepped into a dark room. I stood motionless momentarily. Hoping my eyes would adjust to the darkened condition.

"Malik?"

A disembodied voice, "Back here, Michael."

I walked tentatively through the darkness toward the voice. By the time I reached what I thought was an open area, my 6-inch dick was at half mast. I chastised myself for not having more control. I just needed to give him my explanation and get out of there... quickly.

"Come closer." A deep voice came from the darkness, "Strip your clothes off for me."

"Where are you, Malik? I can't see you."

A small light clicked on over Malik's shoulder. It was from a very small reading lamp sitting on an end table. It bathed Malik's chocolate skin in dim light and soft shadow. He sat there, slouching on a couch a few feet in front of me, completely nude. I saw his long muscular arms, his brown chiseled abs... and there... his giant black cock. I walked closer to him, in the darkness, realizing that I wasn't in a normal hotel room. It must be a suite, I thought. God look at that huge black cock!

"Malik, I have something to..."

"Strip your clothes off." He commanded.

I peered down at the naked black man. He looked at me with intense eyes. I looked at his giant flaccid cock draped over his left thigh. It looked like a muscular black python, able to slither away at any moment. I knew I wanted it. I felt ashamed of myself as I felt my strength draining. I wanted to be strong. I needed to be strong...

"Strip your clothes off." He repeated.

I began stripping my clothes off and dropping them, creating a trail behind me as I walked toward him. I stood there before him, in the darkness, awaiting instructions.

"Do you know what I will do to you?"

"I think so, yes."

"Are you sure you want this to happen, Michael?"

"I uh... I... God yes." I stammered.

"You will be different afterward. I will change you," he warned.

"You already have changed me, Malik."

"Come closer." He smiled.

As I stepped within the glow of the dim light..."Stop." He commanded, holding up his index finger."Turn around." Twirling that finger. "I want to see what you look like naked." I slowly turned around before him, feeling very self conscious. "You have a much smaller ass than Simone, but it is... meaty." He smiled again. "You'll do," he said. "I can see by your hardness, that you are already aroused...... Hmmm, so you wish for the full experience, do you?"

"I want to know what that little white girl, screaming in ecstasy, feels when she is stretched by your big black cock."

"Ahhh yes, you remember what I told you." His mouth was smiling, his dark eyes piercing. "Step closer, kneel between my legs," he commanded, spreading his knees. I dropped down in between his long legs, my eyes ogling the flaccid monster cock draped over his thigh before me. I licked my lips in anticipation. Malik reached forward sliding one hand behind my neck while the other grabbed the base of his cock. He pulled my head forward as he pulled up his mostly soft cock. He brought the pink cock head to my face and softly caressed my cheek. My mouth opened, ready to accept him, but Malik continued to just caress my cheeks, my eyes, my nose. He eventually brought the head to my open mouth and gently caressed around my lips in a slow circular motion. The tip of my tongue extended to tickle the big, soft head as it passed near. I moaned in lewd anticipation. Fuck, I want this. My breathing became heavier, my cock became harder as he continued to orbit my mouth.

"Please," I begged, my voice sounding whiny. "Please." My mouth was drooling, slobber dripping down my chin. I instinctively brought my hands up to touch him.

"Tisk, Tisk," he reprimanded. "We must not rush this." He stopped the circular motion, poising his head just at the tip of my tongue. I tentatively tickled his tip, wanting him to stop his slow tease so that I may fully please his beautiful cock. He withdrew from me slightly, my tongue chasing him until I was able to just barely touch his velvet head again.

His hand firmly held my shoulder and, again, he with withdrew slightly, making my tongue chase further... then again... even further. My neck was now craned forward, my tongue fully extended wanting desperately to merely touch him. He was expertly building my arousal to near insanity.

"Please," I begged, "Please let me touch it." My whiny voice now resembling a teenage girl's. Malik brought his cock forward, allowing my tongue to bathe the underside of his head in my dripping saliva. "Mmmmm," I moaned to him in thanks. My lips wrapped around the soft head, then withdrew to just a kiss to the tip. I then sucked the entirety of the cock's head into my mouth, my tongue lovingly swirling over it's pink, velvety softness. I could feel it growing in my mouth. Hardening to my oral touches. I pushed my mouth deeper onto it, accepting inches of him into me.

Malik pushed me away slightly, forcing me to withdraw until, again, my tongue was just out of reach. He was wanting to tease me more. I was going crazy to his manipulative machinations.

I was finding this whole... ritual thing to be quite strange, the darkened room, the weird commands he gave. The teasing was frustrating, although, quite arousing to me.

Malik spoke, "I want to see your face as you watch the transformation of the object that will soon breed you."

My mouth was open, my tongue out, just inches away from his growing penis. I watched it as blood filled it's tissue. It pulsed with each heartbeat, slightly stiffening, the moistened cock head growing more bulbous. I was mesmerized by the lurid sight. It continued to harden before me. Hardening merely because my eyes were fixed upon it.

"Ahhh, that's it. That is the look I want to see. It makes me even harder to see it." said Malik. "It is the look of your want... Your desperate want."

"Yes," I replied, hypnotized by the sight.

Without touch, the big cock grew to be a giant cock. I could see each heartbeat of Malik's heart displayed before me as it pulsated into the proud standing obelisk that was soon to be my stallion. I held his hips in my hands as I pulled myself up to him. The mushroom tip, now hovering inches from his abs was poised beneath my mouth. My hands caressed Malik's chocolate skin as my lips kissed the chiseled abs surrounding his phallus. Eventually I made my way to his smooth scrotum, sucking a testicle into my mouth and tugging gently upon it. I released it and sucked the other in, gingerly bathing it with my tongue. "Mmmmm," I moaned. "Fill me," I whispered to them.

I kissed and licked my way up the dark shaft. Upon reaching the head, I sucked it into my mouth.

"Ahhh yes Michael, worship that which will soon fuck you." he reached forward to hand me a small brown bottle. "To enhance the experience." He smiled.

I took it from him. I knew what it was. I just had never used it before and didn't quite understand it. Malik must've seen my confused look and instructed me to take a large sniff into each nostril. I complied, then handed the bottle back to him, I spit on my hands before I once again guided the pink velvet cock head into my mouth. I began to feel the warm rush of the poppers as it enveloped my head. My hands began pumping the shaft as I pushed my mouth deep onto the cock. The warm rush of the poppers started changing into some sort of... euphoric aphrodisiac. I was now, somehow, feeling even hornier. I pushed the cock deeper into my throat. I now didn't just want to please it, I needed to please it. I needed to please it so much, that it would buck, flooding my mouth with it's hot thick semen. I needed it down my throat. I needed it down in my belly. I withdrew my mouth and plunged again, forcing it deeper, expanding my esophagus. My hands began to pump more aggressively, swirling around the shaft. All of this was to edge the cock closer to filling my mouth with it's seed.

"Yes, that's it Michael. Just like that," Malik groaned.

I knew that if I kept this up, I would soon be tasting his semen, but then I thought about it. I wanted his seed... elsewhere...

I withdrew from his cock, "Please take me now," I begged. "I want you inside of me."

Malik leaned his head back and laughed, "So you wish to become that little white girl, do you?"

I looked into his dark eyes. I wanted this... very possibly more than anything else ever before. "I have saved myself for days for this... Since that night with you and Simone, I've been hoping to be with you." I knelt between his legs, his huge black cock, dripping with my saliva, was in my hands. "Please Malik, change me," and at that moment, I really meant it.

Malik twisted the small lamp to point it toward a door a few feet away. I moved from between his legs as he stood. He held out his giant hand, completely engulfing mine as he helped me up and then guided me through the door, into the guest bedroom. He guided me to the bed and pushed on my back making me fall forward on to it. He then guided me up onto my hands and knees and made me turn until my face was inches from his cock. He stood at the edge of the bed as my mouth went down on his 12-inch black shaft, he reached over to the night stand and grabbed a bottle filled with a clear, viscous fluid. His long arm reached back and squeezed the bottle, squirting a copious amount of fluid into the crack of my bottom. I felt its coolness ooze down and tickle my anus. He squirted another dollop onto his giant fore finger and placed it to my hole. I moaned as he rubbed my sphincter before inserting a fingertip, wiggling it gently to begin to open me up.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, my tongue swishing over his cock head.

The finger pushed in slightly, continuing to wiggle and tug at my sphincter. He withdrew slightly and pushed in further. I arched my back in attempt to accept it deeper. He withdrew to squeeze more of the viscous lube into my crack and his fingers. He returned his finger to my hole and slid it in, working the slippery lube into me. He withdrew slightly and tugged sideways on my hole stretching it, before adding his middle digit and pushing it in also.

"Uhhhh," I moaned, feeling even more stretched.

Malik stretched his fingers apart, opening me further. He pushed them deeper and withdrew before pushing in again, beginning to finger fuck me. The feeling was incredible as they slid through my anus. I wanted more of it. I wanted his huge phallus to do it.

I pulled my mouth from him. "Give me your cock," I begged, drool dripping down my chin.

"Soon Michael, very soon." he continued to fuck my anus with his fingers as he squirted even more lube to the area. Working them in and out, he then added a third finger. He pushed slowly, stopping momentarily to allow me to acclimate. He then rotated his hand this way and that, as he spread his fingers apart continuing to stretch. "I think you are ready, Michael." He withdrew his fingers and rolled me over onto my back. He squirted copious amounts of lube on to his huge, thick cock and worked it over the surface with his lube covered hand. I looked up into his dark eyes as he poised his large mushroom at my sphincter and once again, handed me that little brown bottle. "Two large sniffs into each nostril, Michael."

I did so as he began to slide the giant head up and down my ass crack. With each pass, his cock head slid over my sensitive anus, eliciting a whining moan from me. I began to feel the warm rush of the concoction course through my brain again, making my hole hungrier for his big dick. After several passes, he slowed somewhat to push his cock head slightly against my hole each time he passed over it. Instinctively I began to push my sphincter out with each pass of his cock head. The head passed over it again and suddenly touched some of my inner tissue, making me gasp.

"Oh, please, please, stop teasing," I cried, my voice whimpering.

He poised his cock head at the entrance to my rectum. "Present yourself to me," he said. I was momentarily confused, but then understood. I reached down and with each hand, I pulled the cheeks of my bottom apart, exposing my sensitive hole to him, welcoming him. I pushed my sphincter out slightly as he began pushing into me. The cock's head was large and I felt some discomfort as it pushed through the slippery muscles of my anus, finally entering me... Finally.

I gasped, feeling my anus gripping the cock's shaft tightly. He pushed forward a few inches and I gasped again, feeling his cock head inside me as his shaft stretched my hole open more. He withdrew somewhat before pushing again. This time going even deeper. I moaned as he gradually filled me with his monster phallus. He withdrew and pushed again... deeper. He held it in that spot for a full minute, waiting for me to acclimate to his size.

"You are very tight, Michael. It's as though your opening has a firm grip on my cock," Malik groaned. Slowly, he began to withdraw. "My cock is pulling your inner tissues inside out."

I was euphoric. I was receiving both the pleasure and the pain from my first time with another man, from my first time with a big cock. I was feeling what the little white girl felt. I wanted him to continue. I wanted to feel him deeper within me. My hands moved between my legs, my fingertips caressing both his cock and my hole as he slid into me. I could feel the thickness of his cock and the folds of my flesh as it turned my anus inside out upon withdrawal. It was fucking incredible.

His next thrust seemingly bottomed me out as his huge phallus struck an unknown barrier within me. I flinched as the twinge of pain surprised me.

"That is where your rectum curves into the large intestine, Michael. For some, it is known as the second G-spot. Right now, you have eight of my twelve inches within you. Shall I keep going or simply continue where I am at? I promise you, you will be pleased with either choice."

I admitted to myself that it hurt more than I thought it would. He felt incredibly deep within me as it was. "Why did that hurt so much?" I whimpered.

"That is my cock trying to straighten your gut."

"That really hurt. I don't think you should go deeper, Malik," I implored.

"Do not worry, I will still make you feel like never before." He pushed his cock back inside, missing the sensitive spot within. He withdrew and pushed again, and again, and yet again, getting into a pleasingly slow, steady rhythm. His cock felt so good, sliding in and out of me. It's girth turning me out with each stroke. It was driving me crazy. He kept up his rhythmic penetrations until I was moaning, my voice sounding very young and feminine.

He stopped abruptly and withdrew. I felt the cool air rush into my momentarily gaping hole. The hollow feeling I experienced felt disconcerting.

He spun me toward him and silently pushed me to my knees. So that I was facing his glistening monster cock one again. "Taste yourself upon me, Michael."

I leaned forward and eagerly took his cock head into my mouth. I swished my tongue over the head. I tasted my rectum as well as some of Malik's pre-ejaculate. I withdrew and hungrily licked his giant veined shaft up and down. It was covered with my flavor, as well as the lubricant. I looked up into his eyes as I thoroughly cleaned his shaft with my slithering tongue. Malik reached down and held my face in his two hands, his eyes never leaving mine. He slowly guided me to stand and then to lean back onto the bed into the missionary position. He handed me the bottle of poppers before he grabbed a knee with each of his strong arms and lifted them, still, never loosing eye contact.

I Looked down in between my legs to see his giant black dick stretch from his groin to rest on my sphincter. I sniffed the pungent elixir several times, making my head start to spin. Without guidance from his hand, he pushed his big cock head against my hole. Without releasing my leg he picked up the bottle of lube and squirted a large blob on the head. He then squirted a thick stream down the length of the shaft. Once again I pushed my sphincter out slightly until his gooey glans was touching my wonderfully sensitive inner tissue. He pushed the giant head against my hole, but intentionally did not fully enter. He withdrew and pushed again, piercing slightly more. I was going crazy from the feeling of the soft skin of the glans caressing the soft inner tissue of my sphincter. He withdrew and did it again. Ahhh, I could have him do that to me all day long. I thought, my cock jumping. His next push was even slower. I could feel the giant head slowly expand my hole, bit by bit. Moments later I felt the entire mushroom head pop inside my anus, but instead of advancing his cock further, he pulled the big head back out slowly. I felt the rim of his mushroom tug against my sphincter before it gave way and the head glided out. He pushed it into me again a little more forcefully this time and immediately withdrew, popping it back out. he did this repeatedly, popping the head in my anus then popping it out. It was very arousing to me, and mixed with the elixir from the small brown bottle, I began to feel lubricious in ways I'd never felt before. My want for Malik grew, but my want for his huge cock became even greater than that, much greater. I was lusting for that huge phallus. I watched down between my legs as the giant, vein covered shaft pulled out and thrust in. Fuck I wanted that thing inside me... deeeeep inside my ass.

He pushed into me again a couple of inches deeper, rubbing the wall of my rectum covering my prostate. Oh god, quit teasing me, I thought to myself. Just fuck me. Then he withdrew and pushed at that spot again, and then again. It felt like his cock head was trying to milk my insides. I looked at my rock hard dick, pointing up toward my face. I saw it emit a small stream of precum, which created a clear string that hung from my cock's head to my abdomen. I took the cap off of the bottle and took a couple more big sniffs into each nostril.

He pushed in again, much deeper into me this time. He withdrew slightly and thrust into me more aggressively, striking the sensitive spot, which made me wince. He withdrew and thrust again, this time missing that spot. Again he withdrew and thrust, trying to create a rhythmic motion. He continued to fuck me like this, driving me crazy, making me want more of him. His body hung mere inches over mine while his arms kept him propped up over me. My knees were bent around his forearms, keeping my legs spread for him. He thrust again and again, his giant cock filling my insides. Occasionally his cock head would hit that sensitive spot, but I noticed that the slight twinge of pain coming from it became... stimulation. That stimulus, along with the potion from the little brown bottle was pushing me beyond the limits of my self control. I wanted more of that giant cock in me. So I reached to grasp him by the waist. When he thrust, I thrust my hips up to meet him and pulled him into me. I felt him strike the spot within me. I groaned. He withdrew and thrust, I met him again, this time the cock head striking that spot even harder. I yelped as my face grimaced. Again I noticed my voice sounding like a whiny teenage girl's. Again and again he withdrew and thrust, each time I pulled him into me, wanting to feel more of his cock. I was wanton... I had lost any semblance of control.

"Fuck yes," I squealed, his cock slamming into me.

"Ah, I see you are wanting more, Michael. That is good. It will be more pleasurable for both of us this way... it will be more... intense," he smiled.

"Yes," I begged. "give me all of you."

He thrust his giant prick into me several more times, each time bottoming me out but unable to move beyond. He positioned me on all fours and grabbed me by my hips to pull my ass up to his long tool. He positioned his head at my sphincter and pushed into me.

The hollow feeling I was had immediately vanished as he pumped his thick cock back into my hungry hole. He handed me the little brown bottle of elixir.

"Take several deep hits into each nostril, Michael. Hold them in as long as you can before releasing." He slapped my ass harshly with his hand and laughed. "Oh Michael, here we are at last... for the full experience." He was smiling. "Are you ready?"

He did not wait for my answer as I was huffing the poppers deeply. He slid his tool in deeply in one long stroke, the head bottoming me out, making me groan. He just held his cock there applying increasingly steady pressure. I felt the pain up inside me as he pushed. He increased pressure even more against my spot. Oh god it hurt. He pushed steadily harder. I began to whine like a kicked puppy, but he kept pushing steadily. I began to feel as though I could take no more and put my hand on his thigh to stave him off, but he merely slapped it away as he continued to push his huge tool against me.

I screamed out in pain, "Ow! Malik! Ow! Fuck!"

Suddenly I felt his cock push past the barrier within me, sliding all of the way into me, creating a new bottoming point. The great girth at the base of his shaft stretched me further as his enormous cock found the new bottom to my fuck hole. I felt his balls touching mine. He held it there a few moments, allowing me to calm and accept this new paradigm. I was breathing hard, whimpering like a little girl while my head spun from the poppers.

He pulled back slightly and pushed again. I felt his hips push against my ass cheeks as he ground his cock into me. I felt the giant head far up in my belly. My brain exploded with lust. I had wanted all of that cock inside me and now I was rewarded with twelve thick inches of black fuck meat buried deeply within my asshole.

"That pain you have experienced, that fullness that you feel now, that is because you are now filled with the biggest, the most powerful cock you will ever experience," he proclaimed.

He was right, his giant cock was powerful. I had experienced it's tremendous power as it rearranged my intestine. It also had the power to make me submit to him, to make me want to submit to him. Unlike anything I ever felt before meeting him, I was now happy to give my ass to this 7-foot black man to make it his personal fuck toy. His cock receded six inches and slowly pushed into me again until I felt his hips press to my ass cheeks. Again, his dick was up in my belly. He pulled back slowly, allowing my stretched sphincter to feel every inch... every vein of his thick 12-inch cock. He slowly pressed into me again, and then again, gradually, increasing the length of his stroke each time. His giant black erection now began long stroking my hole. Sliding all of the way in, then all of the way out, until just the mushroom glans remained. His long strokes became more aggressive, more intense. He plunged into me again and again. I could hear the slap as his hips collided with my ass. I began meeting each thrust as he plunged, making the slap sound even louder. Slap... slap... slap, soon became SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Occasionally my rectum would try to revert to its natural shape, but the driving prick would immediately straighten it again. The irregular twinge of pain from it became a kind of pleasure stimulus for me and I would throw my head back each time, crying out loudly, exhibiting the ecstasy I was feeling.

I realized at that moment that I had finally become... her. I had become that little white bitch crying out in ecstasy. I now knew the sensations she had felt, the emotions she had as she was ravaged by the plunging monster cock. I now knew she never wanted it to stop, but I also knew she craved to make it cum within her... deep within her. She wanted his potent, virile seed shooting deep, up into her belly, impregnating her with its power, its dominance. It was natural... it was the way things were meant to be. I looked down, between my legs, seeing Malik's strong thighs flexing as he plunged into me. My own rock hard six-inch erection was superimposed over him, streaming freshly produced precum onto the wet spot on the bed. The gooey string wobbled with each impact. These were images that I would carry with me forever. I was reveling in my nirvana.

Malik stopped his savage fucking and gripped my hips, pulling me to him tightly. He ground his thick cock up into my belly, making me gasp, then coo with pleasure. He rolled me over into the missionary position once again, his long cock never leaving me. He then resumed grinding deeply into my ravaged fuck hole. I took two long sniffs of poppers into each nostril, before wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his back. I wanted to accept even more of him into me. Each time he pushed in, he slightly rocked my bottom up, forcing every last possible millimeter of his long, thick cock deep up into my belly.

The sight of the large black man hovering over me, the one making me his bitch. The relentless pounding of my guts, and the euphoric feeling of lust from the poppers was beginning to drive me over the edge. I could feel the tension building in my groin. I had saved myself for days for... this... moment... My cock spontaneously flexed and shot a long stream of cum from the head, striking my face and trailing down my chest and stomach. It quickly spurted again, landing in the same spot, drenching me. Then one last spurt with somewhat less force ejaculated, this time landing on my cum soaked stomach. Surprisingly, that was it as very little more ejaculate came. The contractions in my gut remained, but I still didn't feel like I was finished, I still needed more.

"Ah yes Michael, your pussy feels like it is milking my cock."

I could hear Malik breathing heavily, grunting with each push. I looked up into Malik's eyes. His face was filled with tension. Beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. My eyes traveled down. His entire chocolate body was glistening with his perspiration, his abs flexing, his hips grinding as he tried to force even more cock into me. I could tell he was close to his own orgasm.

"Give me your cum," I begged. "Shoot it deep............ Breed me."

He withdrew several inches, making me loosen my legs gripping his waist, before savagely slamming his black fuck pole back into me, seemingly determined to rip my bowel open. He withdrew and slammed again, burying his cock deeply. He then held it there as I felt his giant manhood buck within me, launching his first rope of cum into my belly. He groaned deeply, almost growling, as his cock bucked again, spewing more of his seed into me. The feeling of his cock lurching within me, knowing it was filling me with his virile seed pushed me over the edge again. I cried out incoherently, sounding like a whiny bitch as my cock began a spasmodic frenzy of of its own ejaculations, shooting one or two tiny spurts per second, cum flying in all directions. It was as if my body was trying to shed all of my pent up semen at once, but was somehow glitching due to the hyper-stimulation of the moment. My mind intensely ejaculated its dopamine and endorphins, leading to multiple intense, exploding fireworks firing off in my brain. The deep guttural contractions I was having caused my abs to raise me up, crunching me, I hunched in one great contraction cutting off my ability to breath, cutting off my ability to squeal in my ecstasy.

As his sensation was heightened by my undulating anus, Malik groaned again as his cock spewed more of his thick seed into me. He withdrew and slammed in again, pausing momentarily to dump more cum before withdrawing and plunging again and again. He then fucked my well abused asshole for another couple of minutes or so, completely draining his giant balls into me, after which crashing down upon me in a sweaty heap.

We lay there, he on top of me, breathing heavily, both basking in post-coital bliss. I could feel his giant erection softening within me. He rolled off onto the bed beside of me. His cock slid out releasing a gush of semen from my gaping hole.

"Holy shit Michael. That was incredible!" he exclaimed.

I laid there, staring at the ceiling, my body covered in my cum and another man's sweat, his semen oozing from my stretched anus. "Yes," I replied quietly. "Yes it was." He's right again, I thought to myself. I have been changed.

Malik became thoughtful. "What do you think your wife would say if she saw you right now?"

Aw crap! He had to bring her up. "I'm not exactly sure what she would say, but I know it would end with 'men are so disgusting'."

Malik laughed, "You think so, eh?"

"Yes. You should have heard her when she saw your dick last night at dinner. She that you were gross."

He remained silent for a moment. Then, "Hmmm, that is not what she told me."

"Wait... What?"

"Yes, she said that even though I had such a beautiful cock, one that any woman would die for, she would not give me what I wanted. She said that she was happily married to you."

"You asked her to sleep with you?"

"No, that is the thing Michael. She walked up to me out of nowhere, in the casino last night and just said that. I said nothing to her at all. I think she thought my little show, last night, was for her. Not you. I could tell she lied though. If I asked her, she would not be able to resist my... 12-inches of charm. Do not worry though. I did not ask and she pushed the matter no further."

What an arrogant motherfucker, I thought to myself. He had no idea who Rebecca really was. If she walked up to a stranger to tell him no, she fucking meant it. I laid there in stunned silence. My post coital bliss had just turned to guilt. I guess sometimes men really are disgusting... then I thought the better of that statement... at one time or another, all humans can be disgusting.

I showered and left Malik's suite, going down into the casino to look for Rebecca. I looked around for about a half hour before giving up and going up to our room. When I opened the door, I saw her just standing there in front of me, wearing nothing but thigh high leather boots, a black silk thong and... cat's ears?

"Meow." she smiled mischievously.

I went to her and kissed her. "I likey likey, Miss Kitty," I said squeezing her ass, pressing her bare titties against me.

"Why don't we postpone this for about twenty minutes," she said. "Let's go to the alley next to the new casino under construction," she said. "I want the eyes of all of those hard hats watching us and jacking off as I give you the full experience..."