Erageous' Hot Tales!
Caution: This fictional story contains explicit sexual situations and is intended for Adults Only.
Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Lisa
by erageous
Lisa had been married to Jake for almost two years. Times hadn’t been easy, Jake had changed jobs twice and her coming up pregnant hadn’t helped. Her job at the local am radio station just barely kept them afloat. Lisa was 23 now, her hips pleasantly curved and her ‘a’-cup breasts had filled out into a ‘b’. Her long blonde hair hung in a straight sheet from her head refusing any curl. After their daughter was born Lisa went back to work a little sooner than her family would have liked, but Mr. Carver who owned the station sympathized and allowed her to bring the baby to work.
Lisa liked her job well enough, after nearly four years she was quite skilled at sorting mail, answering letters and juggling the books. She even liked who she had to work with. Lisa was about all the office staff the place had. Grampa Charlie, as he was called, came in at 4am and did the farm report until 8, six days a week like clockwork. Andre took over at 8 and played elevator music for the offices and farm wives until 11, then he took lunch as syndicated news took over until 1. More music until 4, then it was news till 7 with Alex and Brenda. They yielded the air to Professor Reed and old time radio till 11pm, when the tapes took over until it started again.
Charlie really wasn’t a grampa, he was in his late 30’s and never married, but he had an old man’s gravelly voice that had come from too many years of cigarettes and whiskey. He was usually gone before Lisa came in unless the weather was bad, or it was payday.
Alex and Brenda had been married forever. They came in around 2 to prep for their show, and left for the bar right after.
Lisa only saw "Professor" Reed at the annual parties twice a year. He’d never been to college but knew everything there was to know about radio history.
Mr. Carver came in two or three times a week, to sign payroll checks, and make a few phone calls.
Andre was the new guy. The day guy was generally a college grad that Mr.Carver could hire cheap, let him get a few months experience and they’d move on to a bigger and better market. Who wanted to be an am radio jock in rural Pennsylvania, anyway?
Andre had arrived while Lisa was off on maternity leave. He had graduated from a New York college and was looking toward a bright future. He was a little on the muscular side, probably because he bicycled everywhere. Lisa joked with him about the weather getting cold, and him still being on his bike. Andre wasn’t the first black guy Mr. Carver had hired, but he seemed to have the best personality. They made fast friends and after a couple of weeks worth of cleaning up the mess that had been left waiting for her return, she fell back into her regular routine at work.
Home was a different story. Jake was moody and quiet. Things weren’t going well for him at this job either, and Lisa just wished he’d stand up for himself. Jake was too quiet she thought, and let others walk over him. Even she pushed him around a little at home when she got tired of his laziness. Jake had been in the delivery room for the birth of their daughter, and hadn’t taken it well. He didn’t seem to look at her the same way anymore. He didn’t seem to want sex, yet she found dirty magazines in the garage and basement. When she found them, she let them be, at least he was pawing himself and not her. Jake had done a couple of years in the service straight out of high school and was a skilled mechanic, not that his employers seemed to notice.
It was the middle of the week when it happened, the weather had started to turn and Andre was off his bike and driving to work. About ten, Lisa was thinking of lunch and walked to the studio to see what Andre wanted to do. They usually clubbed in and ordered together. The building was so quiet most days that there really wasn’t a need to close the studio door. Lisa turned and leaned against the doorframe and stopped. On the computer monitor was a blonde woman sucking an enormous black cock. She bobbed and slurped silently for a minute until the video clip ended. Andre turned to look at her and smiled. Lisa walked in and stood next to him. "You’re as bad as Jake."
"No. I’m a lot better." He reached over and started the clip again. "I share." Lisa stood silently and watched. She tried to keep a poker face, but was amazed at the size of the black cock on the screen. Lisa could wrap her hand completely around Jake’s penis and just the tip would peek out. The girl in the video had both hands and her mouth wrapped around this and still had cock to spare. When the clip ended Andre was on the air giving the weather he winked at her and Lisa walked back out to her desk. A few minutes later Andre came out, the little one was nursing her bottle and quiet. "So what you wanna do for lunch? Sausages?"
Lisa laughed aloud and nearly choked. "My dad warned me about black guys." She said smiling, once she could breathe again.
"My Pap taught me about white girls."
"What did he teach you?"
"He said that God had given the black man white girls to enjoy."
"Then what are black girls for?"
"To punish us for enjoying white girls." Andre said with a wicked grin hooking his thumb into his belt.
Lisa laughed again, and smiled. She glanced at his crotch and wondered for a brief moment about how his cock compared to the guy in the video. "What about married white girls?" She asked looking back to his face.
"Oh, now married white girls are the best." He was laying it on thick. "They’ve got a whiteboy husband at home with no dick, who can’t fuck. So they’re very grateful to the black man who fills their needs." Lisa snickered, still smiling. "A good white wife should make a daily routine of sucking black men."
"Daily?"
"Oh yes." Andre sounded like a used car salesman. "Get the mail, feed the dog…"
"Suck some black cock…" Lisa finished.
"That’s right." Andre stepped closer. His finger slipped inside his fly fingering the pull. Lisa looked at the lump in his pants that snaked down his leg. "It’s what your mouth is for."
"Sucking cock?" She looked up at him. This was crazy, she told herself.
"Sucking black cock. Swallowing black cum." He was very close now. She could feel the heat radiating up from her body. Lisa looked back at his hand. He had hold of the zipper pull. "Isn’t that right?"
"I…" Andre slowly unzipped his fly, Lisa watched in rapped attention.
"What’s your mouth for, Lisa?" Andre asked as he reached inside. Lisa couldn’t pull her eyes away, she watched him, her mouth open slightly. Lisa could see that he wasn’t wearing underwear at all. He started to draw his hand out. "What’s your mouth for, Lisa?" Andre's skin was the color of chocolate, but the shaft of his cock was darker still, and the head was huge and a rich burgundy. Lisa’s breathing was deepening and she could feel her breasts leaking, and her sex moistening. Lisa had always like strong men, forceful types who knew what they wanted and went after it. Andre stepped closer still. She could feel the heat from his cock on her lips. "Lisa, what’s your mouth for?"
"Sucking black cock." She said leaning forward taking him in her mouth. Her hands wrapped around his cock as she explored the head in her mouth. She backed off to look at the glistening wonder in her hands. "Swallowing black cum." She finished, taking him again in her mouth. She sucked him long and well, licking every inch of his shaft. Lisa could tell that Andre shaved himself and she liked that. She pulled his heavy balls forward and licked them too, sucking each one into her mouth. Andre pushed her back and forced his cock back into her mouth. He took hold of her head and began to fuck her mouth, driving his cock deep into her mouth. Lisa squirmed and choked.
"Take it. You gotta learn not to gag." He pushed on, gagging her again and again. Andre had a firm grip, both hands on her head. "Take it slut, take it. Yea." He let go and she began working him in earnest. She could feel his cock swell and knew he was close to cumming. Lisa had never wanted a man to cum in her mouth so badly. She had enjoyed giving head back in junior high and high school because boys seemed to want it. Jake didn’t seem to want anything anymore, but Andre did. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and cried out. He began filling her mouth with his cum. Lisa couldn’t believe how much he came and swallowed hard to keep up. She put a hand under her chin to catch any that spilled out. Finally he stopped, he must have shot 6 or 7 times. As Andre pulled his cock from her mouth, she wiped off her face and looked at her hand. There had to be a tablespoon or better of his cum puddled in her palm. "Eat it." Andre ordered, and she obeyed.
Lisa looked up at him and took his softening cock and milked the last couple of drops from him. Then she kissed the head and eased it back into his pants. "How was that?" She asked reaching for a tissue.
"A great start." Andre said. "Order lunch, I’m buying." And with that he turned and walked back to the studio.
During lunch they sat quietly listening to the syndicated news, afterward Lisa went off to the restroom and changed the pads in her bra. When she came out Andre wasn’t sitting in the office anymore so she walked back into the studio. He was leaning back in his chair at the computer looking at pictures of white girls sucking and fucking black cocks. Lisa walked up beside him and he snaked his hand down around her leg and slowly up her skirt. Lisa loved to wear long billowy ‘peasant’ skirts. Andre quietly clicked through image after image moving his hand higher and higher. Lisa adjusted her stance to give his probing fingers the access they sought. "That’s good." He said.
"What?"
"You opened your legs for me. You must submit to whatever a black man wants." His fingers found her panties and he started to stroke them. He pushed her panties aside and felt her naked sex. "You shave."
"Yea, my doctor thought I was a little hairy and suggested a trim. Jake liked it. Then after the Angie was born and Jake and I stopped fucking, I started finding his magazines. Most of those girls were shaved clean and I thought he’d like that."
"But he didn’t, did he?" Andre slipped his fingers into her warm moist folds and stroked her clit.
"He doesn’t like anything. I liked the way it looked and felt so I kept doing it." She said hanging on to his shoulder for support.
"Now you’ll shave for the black men you’ll please." Andre shoved two fingers inside her tight cunt to emphasize his point. Lisa gasped and tried to stay standing. He started to fingerfuck her. "What’s your mouth for, slut?"
"Sucking black cock and swallowing black cum."
"Where does black cum belong?"
"In my mouth." Lisa said then cried out as Andre pinched and pulled her clit.
"Black cum belongs inside you. You will take it anyway, anywhere a black man wants to give it to you." Andre had a firm hold on her clit, and Lisa bent forward grabbing him and the chair. Her body shook with excitement, pleasure, and pain. She had never had a man dominate her like this. She liked the pushy, demanding boys from junior high and high school who knew what they wanted, but this was different, and even more exciting. "Say it."
"Black cum belongs inside me. My mouth is for sucking black cock and swallowing black cum." Lisa said haltingly while she shuddered with orgasm as Andre twisted her clit painfully. "I will… I will give myself to black men." She moaned and twisted in his grasp. "Please…" He released her. She staggered and he turned to face her.
"Bend over the desk. Show me your ass." He ordered. In the dim light of the studio Lisa walked over to the table that served as the broadcast desk. She bent forward pulling her skirt up around her waist. She pulled her panties down as Andre walked up behind her.
"Fuck me." She begged. Andre moved to where she couldn’t watch him. She felt the head of his cock against her and she sighed. "My mouth is for sucking black cock and swallowing black cum." She said softly. "My cunt is for fucking black cock." She gasped as he forced himself inside her. "Black cum belongs inside me."
He fucked her slow for as long as he could, then began driving into her, slamming himself against her cervix. She came like never before, clutching at the walls for support, for some reality to hold onto. He leaned into her as he came, convulsing, filling her cunt with his black cum.
She was so high did not feel him withdraw. She realized that he was talking again, on the air. The news was over, he stood at the mike. His cock, still out glistened with their juices. She could feel the cool wetness of their sex on her thighs. She stood up and started to leave. He snapped his fingers at her and motioned toward his cock. She came over as he read the weather, knelt down, and licked him clean. Once he was clean and put away he allowed her to leave and clean up. She checked on the baby, asleep, and went into the restroom.
Lisa arrived home no later than usual, Jake wouldn’t be home for another hour or so yet. She took the time to bathe herself with Angie’s baby wipers. Her clit was still swollen and tender from the abuse Andre had given it. She shuddered in pleasure washing herself remembering the day’s events.
After a quiet dinner, Jake disappeared into the bathroom as he did every night and Lisa cleared off the table. Once everything was put away, Lisa went looking for her husband. She pushed open the door to the bathroom and there sat Jake, penis in one hand, magazine in the other. Lisa walked in and sat across from him on the tub. She took the magazine from his hands and held it up for him. Jake was too close to stop she figured. "Is this what you like now, Jake?" She asked watching his face. "You want to watch? You like to watch sluts getting fucked?" He moaned and puffed, but said nothing. "Sluts begging for cock?" He grunted and came. Lisa watched as his white cream oozed out of his cock. She closed the magazine and put it on the floor, tore off some toilet paper and handed it to him. Then she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Naked Lisa knelt on the studio floor, slowly she worshiped Andre’s cock and balls. Her nipples leaked slightly as Andre gently caressed her breasts. From time to time he would either lick his own fingers clean or offer them to her. "I have a favor to ask."
Andre looked down at her, winked, and pushed himself into her mouth as he read the commercials. She choked herself on his cock three times before the commercials were over and they could talk again.
"What do you want to ask me slut?"
"I want you to follow me home tonight. I want you to fuck me right before Jake comes home. You’ll leave, I don’t want you there, just your cum in my cunt where it belongs." Lisa and Andre fucked everyday now, but Alex and Brenda came in at 2 and she couldn’t leave until 4:30.
"What have you got planned?" Andre asked pulling her face away from his cock.
"I want a fresh creamy pussy for Jake when he gets home. I think it’s time he knew that just because he doesn’t want me, it doesn’t mean other men don’t." She smiled at him and he kissed her.
"If I do this for you, you’ll owe me." He smiled as her tongue teased his lips.
"Owe you? Owe you?! You already own me." She said dramatically and kissed his cockhead. "What more can I give you?" She smiled wickedly as her mind reeled with lewd images.
"I’ll bring down some friends from the city. You can be the entertainment." Lisa shuddered at his comment. Even from the beginning, six days ago, Andre had always told her that she was to please black men, plural. The last couple of days Lisa caught herself muttering her litany as black men walked past her in the grocery store or if she saw them on the street as she drove by. Now was Andre going to force the issue? She wondered if he was serious? "Isn’t that what your mouth and cunt are for, slut?" He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
"My mouth is for sucking black cock and swallowing black cum. My cunt is for fucking black cock. Black cum belongs inside me. My body is intended to give black men pleasure." She recited naturally, without even thinking. "I will serve them as you wish."
"No. You serve black men because it is wrong for you not to."
"It is wrong for me not to give black men pleasure." She shuddered in pleasure and felt herself moisten, her tongue ached for the taste of his cum, her pussy felt empty without him inside her. She pulled his cock back to her mouth. "May I touch myself?" She asked around his cock.
"Yes." He loved the feel of her orgasming with his cock in her mouth. He wanted her to suck his cock and balls as another black cock was fucking her. White women were made to be fucked. Black cock was made for fucking. Andre loved the feeling of power Lisa gave him. He had women he could control before, but Lisa was different, she reveled in her submission, and craved sex like a junkie.
To be honest, it was becoming unclear who was dominant.
Lisa moaned around his cock and began to cum, twisting her clit between fingers slick with her own juices. The sensation was too much and Andre grabbed her head forcing himself as deep as possible as he shot himself into her mouth. Lisa forced herself not to swallow she needed to feel his cum in her mouth. Finally Andre withdrew and smiled as Lisa showed him her prize.
Jake walked into the house at the usual time. He looked over at his daughter in her playpen she lay on the blankets surrounded by stuffed animals. The tv was off and some soft music played on the stereo. "I’m home." He announced as he hung up his coat and took off his hat. He ran a hand through his drying hair. "Lisa?"
"I’m back here, I’ve got something for you." Her voice came from the bedroom. Jake sighed looked at Angie and walked down the hall. Through the slats in the door to the laundry room Andre watched him walk past. They had almost taken too long. Once Jake was safely in the bedroom Andre would leave as quietly as possible.
Jake pushed the door to the bedroom open the rest of the way and looked at Lisa who sat on the edge of the bed. She was barefoot and glistened, a little sweaty. He didn’t notice right away that her skirt was pulled up so that her bare ass sat on the bed. "What?" He asked keeping his hand on the door knob.
"I’ve got something for you." She said again.
"Yea?" He was too tired to play games. Lisa lifted her skirt and Jake shook his head, "Lisa, I had a rough…" Jake stopped when Lisa opened her legs and he saw how wet she was.
"I had it rough too." She said and reached down and pulled one side of her pussy open.
Jake stepped forward letting go of the door, staring at her pussy. His mouth hung open as he realized that his wife’s pussy was full of cum. Another man’s cum.
Lisa considered saying something, but resisted waiting for Jake to make the next move. Jake tried to say something, but his mouth and throat weren’t working together. He looked at the creamy puddle that filled her opening, and fell to his knees. He dove into her pussy like a starving man.
Lisa shuddered and tossed her head back as Jake’s tongue began crawling around her sex. He made sloppy slurping noises and painfully stretched her nether lips wide. As her first orgasm subsided she reared up on her elbows and looked at Jake’s head, Lisa noticed that he held her open with his left hand. She leaned a forward a little more and saw that he was playing with himself. That sent Lisa tumbling back into her second orgasm. She lost herself in it, it had been a long time, since before Angie was born since anyone had eaten her.
Finally Jake’s forehead pressed against her mound, he was so close to cumming that he couldn’t continue licking. He panted, his hot breath felt wonderful on her wet sex.
Lisa sat up again. "Jake, catch it." He looked up and back down leaning away from her. Lisa got off the bed but her knees were too weak to stand and so she sat beside him on the floor. He cupped his free hand before his bobbing penis. "That’s right, don’t make a mess." She whispered into his ear kissing it quickly. She ran a hand down his spine, he tensed and groaned. His first two shots pulsed into his palm and then he simply oozed cum. "There’s my good boy." She said as they both smiled.
"I love you." He muttered.
"I love you." She said wiping his face dry. "Clean your mess up." She said lifting his hand to his face. Jake looked at his palm and then slurped up his cum. "Good boy." Lisa stroked the back of his head like petting a dog and he looked back in her eyes. "That’s what you wanted wasn’t it."
"Yea." He said softly. "You’d always kept seeing other guys…"
"I told you. You knew, you were cool with it. Once we got engaged, I stopped. Then it was serious."
"Yea." He nodded.
"No, you didn’t want me to stop." She looked at him "You wanted me to stay the slut you fell in love with. Didn’t you?" He looked into his lap. "You wanted me coming home smelling of sex, telling you what I’d been doing."
Jake looked into her eyes. It told her everything. They kissed like they hadn’t in years.!