“MMMPH!” she moaned into their passionate kiss, then pulled away. “Aah! Damn it, Musa! I’m not interested! I’m sorry if I’ve misled you, I really am, but I’m still not interested,” she said with their faces still only inches apart.
Her resistance made Musa move his hands back to her shoulders, but he held her firmly in place, their bodies inches away.
Opeyemi was standing very close to the man making no effort to move away and open the door. Their mouths open as if about to kiss again. She felt something about the situation that was sexually fulfilling, but she had no idea why she was becoming increasingly aroused even after the kiss had ended.
“I think you ARE interested, Opeyemi.” Musa looked down at about the same time that Opeyemi did.
To her horror, Opeyemi watched her right hand close the distance between them. Her thin fingers wrapped around the end of Musa’s gigantic black head, just as they had on the doorknob moments ago. She firmly squeezed his smooth cock head, then ran a finger along the bottom, swiping it right over his leaking cum-slit. It was as if her body and her mind were in discord.
“Oh my god!” Opeyemi shrieked.
Her left hand flew up to cover her open mouth as she marvelled at the sight, half horrified, half fascinated. She was palming the head of the man’s penis, now sticking far out from under the leg of his shorts. The hard cock was thicker than any she had ever had in her hand, thicker than she could imagine a penis could get. Its weight felt remarkable, much heavier than she imagined. The skin was smooth and tight, and the veins winding around it were slightly spongy. She tightened her grip.
She looked into his eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to do that, Musa. I swear I didn’t.” She absently squeezed his head like a stress toy, tightening, then releasing. Opeyemi didn’t register that her hand was doing it.
He sighed, feeling her warm grip on him. “Okay, if you say so.” Musa was looking deep into her eyes, still holding her shoulders.
“You don’t believe me, and that’s fine. I am not the sort of woman who would just grab someone’s penis.” She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself.
“Uh huh.” Musa looked down again.
To her astonishment and embarrassment, she had yet to let go of the thick, black snake. Instead, she held onto it near the tip, her thumb moving back and forth over the hole. Her hand was growing slick with precum.
“Oh god.” Opeyemi shook her head but still didn’t let go.
Musa sensed things could go either way at this point. If he pushed her, she might reconsider what she was doing. She sounded deeply conflicted.
“Tell you what,” he said, releasing her shoulders and stepping back from her so that his cock was out of reach. He stooped, dropping his shorts. “Let’s just relax on the couch.” He stepped out of his shorts, locked the deadbolt, and crossed behind her, then took a seat on the couch.
“Care to join me?” he asked calmly, patting the cushion next to him. His other hand gripped his ebony shaft.
His eyes moved to her chest. She was breathing heavily, and her epic breasts heaved, straining the tank top T-shirt that did a very poor job concealing them.
She watched him, mesmerized. Opeyemi did not know what had come over her. Now she was standing in front of a mostly naked man allowing him to masturbate to her body.
‘Oh god. I touched that huge penis! This is so embarrassing!’ she thought.
“Musa, I’m not going to make love to you.” She stood looking at the monstrosity, wobbling stiffly as he slowly stroked it. She fought the strong urge to squeeze her aching breasts.
“I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to do, Opeyemi.” He continued to stroke.
Feeling torn between wanting to touch the giant black and wanting the man out of her room and her life forever, Opeyemi became aware that she was in a very weakened state.
She was frozen in place, nearly catatonic. She had never cheated on her husband before and now she was looking at the biggest, fattest cock she had ever seen. They were all alone in her hotel room with the entire night ahead of them. It would be easy to cheat at this moment.
‘No one would know,’ she thought. She was feeling tipsy and more than just a little horny; she was overwhelmed with arousal. What was left of her resolve to be a good wife to her husband was now nearly gone.
Musa continued to stroke his cock as Opeyemi stood with her giant breasts stretching the fabric out of her shirt. Her hardened nipples pointed out before him. She was making no effort to cover up. Her enormous, heavy breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths.
Opeyemi stared, fascinated, at the shiny tower. Musa enjoyed the view of her fabulous breasts. The sexual tension was thick as fog.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I’m just not the sort of person who could have an affair,” she finally said. “I’m just too inhibited.” Despite her words, she stepped to the couch and sat next to him with her eyes glued to his cock. “I can’t cheat on my husband, Musa. You understand, don’t you?”
Their eyes met.
“Absolutely,” he responded, steadily stroking, his gaze penetrating the blonde’s eyes hypnotically.
“This doesn’t look good, I know, but I don’t want to cheat.” Opeyemi was dazed. Her eyes moved back to his stroking hand. Watching him manipulate his thick member made her hands feel empty. She wanted to hold it again.
Musa moved his other hand to her back. She scooted in next to him, slipping her shoulder under his arm, their bodies touching.
“I understand completely.” He used the hand on her back to apply light pressure. She began leaning forward slightly, unaware she was doing so.
“Maybe we could just… I dunno, fool around?” Musa suggested. He stopped stroking and held himself at the base, flexing his cock toward her.
Opeyemi leaned in closer to the dark tower. “Fu…fool around?”
“Sure, you know, just do whatever you feel comfortable with. No one has to know any better. only two people in this whole world that know we’re together are in this room.”
She knew he was right. No one knew, nor would they expect them to be together. But that was a weak reason to cheat on her husband. Musa’s huge cock head loomed large in her vision. Her nervous hands fidgeted where they rested on her bare thighs. Her panties were soaked.
“Fool around, huh? No pressure?” she looked back at Musa’s face.
“Nope, none. I’ll just sit here and whatever comes to your mind, you go ahead and do. If you don’t feel like doing anything, well, then just sit there.” He waved his cock slightly by the base. It moved heavily through the air, drawing her gaze back to it. “Simple, right?”
She inadvertently leaned toward his cock. “Simple,” she heard her voice say. Her hands fidgeted. She wanted to grab it.
“Just whatever comes naturally…” Musa encouraged, rubbing her back and holding his base. Somehow, he felt his erection swell even stiffer.
Sitting on his right, leaning slightly forward, Opeyemi raised her left hand and applied it to the dark thick shaft of Musa’s cock, just below his head. Her fingers did not touch around his girth.
“Simple,” she repeated.
Musa let go of his base and couldn’t help but drop his head back onto the top of the couch back with a sigh of pleasure. Then he lifted it to watch. He didn’t want to miss this.
“Wow,” Opeyemi sighed. She turned her body toward him and brought her right hand to join her left on his shaft.
At first, she just held it in awe, gently squeezing the thick rod with both hands. It was a remarkable feeling and a powerful experience. Her husband was nowhere near as big as this black man sitting naked right next to her and she felt truly excited to have her hands all over his black cock.
“I… I just had no idea they could be this big,” she said, staring at it. Her gaze darted to Musa’s face, then back to her hands, wrapped around his dick. She slowly started a two-handed pumping motion.
Musa swallowed hard, looking on as Opeyemi played with his painfully erect cock. He wondered how far she was willing to go. Her huge breasts were mashed together, between her arms, high on her chest. They looked comically large on her small frame at that moment.
Reaching further around, he began groping the outside of her right breast under her pumping arms. The move shifted her even closer to him. Her face was only inches away as she admired the thing.
“It’s thicker than my wrist… and look at your testicles…” she said, in awe.
Musa felt one hand leave his shaft, then the warmth of it on his balls as she cupped and rolled them.
Exploring the man’s cock and balls was a novel experience for the normally conservative married woman. She grew more and more curious. Opeyemi’s mouth was filling with saliva. She wanted to feel the smooth skin on her tongue and against her lips. Her body was trembling. The excitement was nearly overwhelming.
As if he could read her mind, Musa spoke. “Would you like to taste it?”
She half turned to look up at Musa. He used his free hand to hold the back of her head as he placed a hot, wet kiss right on her lips. She shook with unexpected arousal, resuming her two-handed grip on his big shaft. Their pursed lips mashed together momentarily, then Musa held her by the ponytail and drew her head back, breaking the kiss.
Completely of her own volition, Opeyemi turned away from Musa’s face. She held her puckered lips in the same position and lowered them onto his fat knob.
Musa again let his head fall back in pleasure, only to lift it again. He was not going to miss this show.
Opeyemi parted her lips and wrapped them around his smooth bulb. It was surprisingly satisfying, although she had no idea why. Her tongue felt the head and the hole at the tip. She marveled at how much larger he felt than her husband.
Holding his girthy shaft in both hands, she let her tongue explore his head. She swirled it around the knob repeatedly. Stretching her mouth wide, she pushed her head further down on the thick, black pole and stuck her tongue out just ahead of her lips. Her hands massaged his hard meat.
“Mmm,” she moaned. She pulled her head off leaving a trail of clear saliva on her lips streaming down to the black tip of the enormous cock. She looked at the wet portion of his dick that had been in her mouth.
“I’ve never had a penis this big in my mouth before. It feels amazing,” she reported in a whisper. She lowered her head onto his pole again.
“You’re doing good, Opeyemi. Your mouth feels unbelievable.”
Musa adjusted his position, spreading his legs further apart as he sat on the sofa. With the hand on her back, he gently pushed Opeyemi toward the edge, releasing her ponytail. She took the hint and slid onto the floor on her knees, between his spread legs. With smiling eyes, she licked up and down his meaty shaft. Spit spread across his length and smeared over her face.
Opeyemi pulled back, holding the stiff rod at the base with both hands. Musa’s balls hung off the couch, resting against the back of her forearms. She studied the cock with excited curiosity.
“Mmmm, you look so sexy,” Musa offered.
She leaned in and pecked small kisses up and down the dark skin of his broad shaft. She felt its stiffness and warmth with her lips, then ran her tongue over the entire length. It was driving her crazy with lust. She had to have it in her mouth, at least as much as she could fit so she could better feel its full form.
Musa was now finally confident that he was going to have his way with the gorgeous woman all night. He began to encourage her verbally.
“Worship that cock, baby,” he said in a soft tone, petting her hair. He immediately noticed an increase in Opeyemi’s breathing and another moan. Her husband never spoke dirty to her and hearing Musa’s comment added to her already intensely aroused state.
She pulled away from the cock and ran it over her lips then her nose and chin.
‘I AM worshipping it, aren’t I?’ she thought.
“You like my big dick, Opeyemi?”
She opened her eyes, looked at Musa directly and responded, “I love it. Is it okay if I keep sucking on it?”
“Oh yes, baby. Anything you want.” Musa scooted closer to the edge, closer to Opeyemi. This made his cock stick up higher. The woman put her hands on his knees to push herself to sit up higher. She rose up to get her mouth over the tip, then began slurping and bobbing on the magnificent tool with verve.
Musa patiently enjoyed having a little less than half his dick sucked but wanted more of her mouth. He wanted to feel how tight her throat was. Her rhythm was a little too slow to keep up with his preferred sexual pace.
“Suck it faster, Opeyemi. Go as deep as you can. That’s it,” he encouraged, using his grip on her ponytail to dictate the tempo of her blowjob.
He resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth, not wanting to overwhelm her. He thought if he worked up to it, she would let him fuck her face. Opeyemi’s luscious, soft mouth was producing copious amounts of spit to accommodate the thick intruder. Drool ran down his shaft, dangling from his balls. Sloppy, squishing sounds filled the room, punctuated by an occasional moan from one or both of them.
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