The Conference

"MMMPH!" she moaned into their passionate kiss, then pulled away. "Aah! Damn it, Thomas! I'm not interested! I'm sorry if I've misled you, I really am, but I'm still not interested," she said this with their faces still only inches apart.

Her resistance made Thomas move his hands back to her shoulders, but he held her firmly in place, their bodies inches away.

Elizabeth 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, Elizabeth." Thomas looked down about the same time that Elizabeth did.

To her horror, Elizabeth watched her right hand close the distance between them. Her thin fingers wrapped around the end of Thomas'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!" Elizabeth shrieked.

Her left hand flew up to cover her open mouth as she marveled 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, black 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, 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, Thomas. I swear I didn't." She absently squeezed his head like a stress toy, tightening, then releasing. Elizabeth didn't register that her hand was doing it.

He sighed, feeling her warm grip on him. "Okay, if you say so." Thomas 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." Thomas 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." Elizabeth shook her head, but still didn't let go.

Thomas 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 tits heaved, straining the tank top T-shirt that did a very poor job concealing them.

She watched him, mesmerized. Elizabeth did not know what had come over her. Now she was standing in front of a mostly naked black man allowing him to masturbate to her body.

'Oh god. I touched that huge penis! This is so embarrassing!' she thought.

"Thomas, I'm not going to make love to you." She stood looking at the black monstrosity, wobbling stiffly as he slowly stroked it. She fought the strong urge to squeeze her aching tits.

"I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do, Elizabeth." He continued to stroke.

Feeling torn between wanting to touch the giant black thing and wanting the black man out of her room and her life forever, Elizabeth 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 a just a little horny; she was overwhelmed with arousal. What was left of her resolve to be a good wife to Jeff was now nearly gone.

Thomas continued to stroke his cock as Elizabeth stood with her giant tits 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.

Elizabeth stared, fascinated, at the shiny black tower. Thomas enjoyed the view of her fabulous tits. 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, Thomas. 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." Elizabeth 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.

Thomas 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?" Thomas suggested. He stopped stroking and held himself at the base, flexing his cock toward her.

Elizabeth 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. Hell, the 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 the two of them would be together. But that was a weak reason to cheat on her husband. Thomas'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 Thomas'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..." Thomas encouraged, rubbing her back and holding his base. Somehow, he felt his erection swell even stiffer.

Sitting on his right, leaning slightly forward, Elizabeth raised her left hand and applied it to the dark thick shaft of Thomas's cock, just below his head. Her fingers did not touch around his girth.

"Simple," she repeated.

Thomas 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," Elizabeth 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 big, black cock.

"I... I just had no idea they could be this big," she said, staring at it. Her gaze darted to Thomas's face, then back to her hands, wrapped around his dick. She slowly started a two-handed pumping motion.

Thomas swallowed hard, looking on as Elizabeth 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 in 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 black thing.

"It's thicker than my wrist... and look at your testicles..." she said, in awe.

Thomas felt one hand leave his shaft, then the warmth of it on his balls as she cupped and rolled them.

Exploring the black man's cock and balls was a novel experience for the normally conservative married woman. She grew more and more curious. Elizabeth'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, Thomas spoke. "Would you like to taste it?"

She half turned to look up at Thomas. 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 Thomas held her by the ponytail and drew her head back, breaking the kiss.

Completely of her own volition, Elizabeth turned away from Thomas's face. She held her puckered lips in the same position and lowered them onto his fat knob.

Thomas again let his head fall back in pleasure, only to lift it again. He was not going to miss this show.

Elizabeth 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, Elizabeth. Your mouth feels unbelievable."

Thomas adjusted his position, spreading his legs further apart as he sat on the sofa. With the hand on her back, he gently pushed Elizabeth 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.

Elizabeth pulled back, holding the stiff dark rod at the base with both hands. Thomas's balls hung off the couch, resting against the back of her forearms. She studied the black cock with excited curiosity.

"Mmmm, you look so sexy," Thomas 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.

Thomas was now finally confident that he was going to have his way with the gorgeous white woman all night. He began to verbally encourage her.

"Worship that black cock, baby," he said in a soft tone, petting her hair. He immediately noticed an increase in Elizabeth's breathing and another moan. Her husband never spoke dirty to her and hearing Thomas'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 worshiping it, aren't I?' she thought.

"You like my big dick, Elizabeth?"

She opened her eyes, looking at Thomas directly and responded, "I love it. Is it okay if I keep sucking on it?"

"Oh yes, baby. Anything you want." Thomas scooted closer to the edge, closer to Elizabeth. This made his cock stick up higher. The buxom blonde 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.

Thomas 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, Elizabeth. 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'd let him fuck her face. Elizabeth's luscious, soft mouth was producing copious amounts of spit to accommodate the thick, dark 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.

"Mmm! Nnn!" she moaned loudly. Gagging and coughing at times, Elizabeth felt orally satisfied, yet yearned for more, much more.

"That's it, baby, take that dick!"

Elizabeth's mouth went wider as she impaled herself upon the thickest part of the shaft. Her eyes squeezed shut and she moved her head back and forth slightly in an effort to get her mouth down further. Her hands moved from his knees to knead his spit-soaked balls. They felt heavy too, just like his dick.

Though she was only able to pleasure about half of his rod, it felt like no other blow job Thomas had ever received. This woman was downright hungry for his black cock and that made the entire experience unique.

He noticed that she was really pushing herself, allowing her gag reflex to trigger, but pulling back as she reached her limits. Thomas grew confidant that she would allow him to push her limits for her. He tightened his grip on her ponytail and drew her head back, off his pole.

"Gah, huh?" she blinked at him, dazed. Spit hung from her chin. Her eyes were shiny.

Thomas rose from the couch, brandishing the base of his cock in one hand and holding her ponytail with the other.

"You want more of this black cock, Elizabeth?"

She looked up at him desperately, hands on his thighs. "Yes... yes I do."

"Open," he instructed.

"Aaaahhh," she said, her mouth gaping open.

He thrust forward, dipping his head into her warm, wet mouth, then pulled back. Spit drew out in a dangly mess.

"Nice and wide for me, Lizzy."

"Aaaghhh..." she gaped.

Thomas thrust in deeper, giving her more of his shaft. She squeezed her eyes shut and lurched, but stifled her gag reflex, taking it. He sighed in pleasure.

"Mmmm, good," he encouraged, drawing back again.

He let go of his shaft and put a hand on her chin, turning her face up toward him. He gently tapped his heavy, hard meat over her forehead, eyes and chin.

"You want more?"

"Yes," Elizabeth said desperately, squirm-bouncing as she knelt.

"Beg me for it," he said calmly, drumming his dark cock on her face, making wet slap sounds.

"Please... please may I have more..." She stuck her tongue out, giving him more area to smack his erection.

He whacked his head on the surface of her flat tongue, making a wet sound and spreading more spit.

"More what?" He teased.

"Unnngh," she moaned, bobbing slightly in frustration. "Black cock. Please may I have more black cock..." Elizabeth's body shook with pleasure. She never knew how satisfying it was to be totally submissive to a man. She wanted to please this black man and his horse-cock more than anything else.

"Aaaah," she held her mouth open submissively.

Thomas drove his cock in, stepping up and squaring his hips to her face. He held her ponytail in one hand and the back of her neck with the other.

"NNNgggh," Elizabeth moaned her agreement.

"Thaaat's it." He began thrusting into her mouth, driving his hips back and forth.

"Nnn... NNN... NNNNGGGHHH," she responded, taking each stroke, letting him control the pace and depth.

"Ah... yes, take it..." he drove in and out. "That's my girl..." His balls swung heavily between his legs, occasionally brushing her chin.

She blinked her eyes open up at him. They were watery and bright.

Thomas felt his balls tighten at the sight. He guided his length in and out, testing her limits. He thrust deep and held it as his head swam in pleasure.

"Gaaaah, yes," he sighed.

"Gggg..." she grunted, as if considering if she could take it. Her eyes squeezed shut and she lurched, gagging. "GgHHHGGGG!"

He pulled back, freeing his rigid cock with a wet pop. It swayed in the air and Elizabeth gasped for breath. Thomas knew his limits, and he had reached his limit with this fine white woman as he felt the tight depths of her throat. The teasing and kissing, the interracial video, all added up to his need to explode. There was no way he was going to fuck her by trying to hold off.

Rather than just pump his dick into Elizabeth's mouth, he was going to make her work for his load. He stood up and spread his legs with his hands on his hips.

"Do you want this big, black dick?"

Her body heaved as she sucked in air. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, I do. Please..."

"Make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth."

"My... my mouth?" she said, eyes wide, shiny with tears.

"That's right. You're going to swallow my load."

"MMmm," she moaned eagerly, grabbing his tool with both hands. She shoved it into her mouth.

"Suck on that cock, Elizabeth. I want you to take every drop in your mouth." He let her do the work, content to rest a hand on top of her blonde hair.

Elizabeth cooed at the demand. She resumed a steady tempo as she engulfed half of the black cock with her hot, dripping-wet mouth. She never swallowed for her husband. In fact, he usually came on her breasts when she used to give him a blow job, so this would be a new experience for her.

As she slid her mouth over the phallus, she couldn't help but wonder what was next. 'Is he going to go back to his room? Will he stay and wait to fuck me later? I don't want him to go!' As she was contemplating how to now keep him in her hotel room, his grip moved from the top of her head, back to her ponytail, though he did not hold her down.

"Take it, baby. Take that cock!" Thomas yelled.

She tried to throat him and managed to get past the halfway point when he shuddered.

"Oh FUCKKKK!"

Elizabeth felt a thick, powerful stream of hot semen shoot down the back of her throat as she throated him. Thomas couldn't help but buck his hips in pleasure and she went from deepthroating to bobbing, sensing his desire. She pumped his cock with her mouth.

He shuddered again and issued a long spurt of spunk against the back of her tongue, grunting loudly. The huge rush of sperm filled her mouth and almost sprayed out from her lips had she not pulled back and jacked the rest onto her tongue.

"Yes, take it!"

"AAAAHHHH," Elizabeth moaned as she opened her mouth and stroked him against her tongue. She watched his face, awash in pleasure. Wads of cum spilt over her lips. Soon, she found her mouth teeming with his hot, thick load.

Thomas panted through it, letting her get him off.

"Swallow that shit!" Thomas commanded.

Elizabeth swallowed the sweet, tangy seed in a gulp, then pushed the pool of cum in her mouth to the back of her tongue and swallowed two more times. It was a nasty display of her willingness to do whatever would please her lover at that moment.