Hot Chocolate

Her hands up around her short hair, arms bent, Mari McCabe shimmied and wagged her hips. She wore a garter belt and stockings; the black lace garter belt framed her pink pussy so it looked like the delicacy it was. Her top was black straps holding golden mesh over her breasts. Her nipples pressed through the flimsy, see-through fabric, offering themselves to Bruce’s view. She smiled at the way his eyes glimmered as they raked over her body from head to toe. Then she turned around, offering her bare buttocks to him with only a slender thong holding them back, and she shook her wide, vibrant hips in a way that made it impossible for Bruce not to think of how her voluptuous ass would jiggle as he fucked her.

Mari’s African heritage had the genetics of a long-distance runner or a champion basketball player. She was tall and stately, athletic, but her body was given to lush femininity instead of pure muscle. Her ass bulged out behind her, juicy and round, while her breasts swelled out from her slender chest. C-cups that looked exquisite on her slim, six-foot-tall frame. She spun around again, to bend over and give Bruce an even better look into her cleavage. The exhilarating feeling of being seen by him overwhelmed her entire body. 

Bruce’s pupils actually dilated as she turned slightly and smacked her own ass, a challenging look in her eyes as if daring him to spank her harder. “What do you have for me today, Bruce? You should know billionaires don’t get models into bed without giving them very nice presents…”

Bruce sat on a canapé at the foot of the master bed, wearing a bathrobe. With her eyes caressing his body, he opened the robe up. His body was firm, tanned, his stomach hard and muscular. He wore boxers underneath, and his erection strained against it. The look of Mari in her expensive lingerie made his cock throb and drip precum. Just the tented sight of it was ample inducement for Mari to come closer.

“Here’s your present. Are you going to unwrap it?”

“Maybe,” Mari teased, sashaying her way to him. His wide eyes devoured her swaying hips, womanly and voluptuous, her thong like a mere ribbon on her own sumptuous ‘gift.’ 

Bruce reached out to grip her waist where it nipped inward, the finishing touch on her fine hourglass figure. The most decadent chocolate imaginable had nothing on the sultriness of Mari’s skin, a deep, rich brown screaming sweetness as it ran over her taut muscles and perfectly sculpted curves. He patted her thick ass, firm despite its succulent size.

“If it takes a present to get you into bed, what does that make you?” Bruce retorted.

“A whore,” Mari said readily. “Think you can afford me?”

“Not a chance in hell,” Bruce grinned.

“Too bad.” She returned his smirk. “Treat me like a whore anyway. It’s a lot more interesting than being a totem.” 

“Maybe I should treat you like an animal going into heat.”

“If you don’t mind being bitten.”

“I don’t mind doing the biting.”

Swinging her around by his grip on her waist, Bruce thrust Mari down onto the canapé and covered her with his body. A brutal kiss bruised her lips. His hands pulled at her bra, her panties, until he could feel her bare breasts and fondle her ass. Mari bit his neck, but not too hard. Her fingernails raked down his broad back. Mari imagined the two of them looked like a zebra’s stripes—black and white clinging to each other tightly—but she well knew that a zebra was a prey animal and that could never describe what they were doing. She cried out as Bruce’s fingers curled inside her and his mouth ran rampant between her breasts. 

“You should keep it down,” Bruce husked, moving the Tantu Totem out of the way to bite down on the flesh of her neck. “Someone might think there’s a murder.”

Mari’s eyes rolled. Already she was losing control, submitting. He would mount her soon and then she might as well be a bitch in heat—one that’d been knotted. “If you’re not trying to kill me, then stop making me come so hard!”

“If you don’t want to come so hard,” he hissed in her ear, “stop being such a slut.”

“You’re the one fucking me like a slut…”

He shoved his shoulder over her mouth to silence her. It worked, muffling her joyous cries, but she kept thrashing against his hulking body, almost knocking him off of her. She had to reach up over her head and grip the arm of the canapé to stop herself before she clawed him to shreds. 

She felt the bulge of his erection between her legs and as she wiggled against his body, her thighs rubbed and squeezed his manhood. Mari could feel Bruce growing wild, trembling with the need to bury his prick in her. 

Mari’s eyes rolled back in her head as he bit into her left breast, almost drawing blood with his sharp teeth. “Oh God! You don’t want me to be so loud—shove your cock in my mouth!”

Suddenly, Bruce flung her off the canapé. She landed on all fours, of course, raising her head to see Bruce straightening himself on the couch. He spread his legs, opening his boxers and offering her his erection through the slot in it. His cockhead was dark purple, the underside of his length seamed by a thick, pulsating vein that ran from his swollen balls to his flaring helmet. As his erection trembled with readiness, Mari’s awestruck eyes followed its motion like a cobra mesmerized by a snake charmer.

“You’re a strong woman, Mari. If you want my cock shoved in your mouth—do it yourself.”

On all fours, her already scant lingerie now in dishabille, Mari padded up to Bruce and his cock. It loomed so high over her as she prowled low to the ground that she almost felt submissive to it—a primitive being heeding some ominous portent, both awed and frightened by its power.

“Ever had chocolate poured all over your dick?” Mari said sultrily, quipping to try to cover for how intimidated she was at the fat twelve inches that she would never grow used to, no matter how many times Bruce took their friendship into the bedroom. 

It seemed the only thing that could cool her ardor was just how massive his erection was; how she feared the hardness with which Bruce would ream her out. Better to take the escape route Bruce had offered her and try deep-throating it first. If she could do that, surely she could also take him inside her cunt without being broken by it. At least, not broken too hard...

“I’m not sure where my cum will look better,” Bruce replied. “Giving you a cute little potbelly or glowing white-hot on all that black skin.”

“First give me enough to satisfy my appetite. Then you can put the rest wherever you want. I always have looked good in white…”

“You definitely look good with a white cock in your mouth.”

Mari smiled in agreement and nestled her face into his lap, taking his bucking manhood in both hands. As overwhelming as his prick was, it was beautiful. She wouldn’t reduce it by one inch, not in length or girth, and once the panicked animal side of her was quelled, she looked forward to it stretching her out, making her come to the point of exhaustion. She ran her tongue up its length from balls to bellend. Bruce gasped. He had to be close. 

“Come in my mouth, Bruce. Let’s see how much I can swallow,” she whispered into his cockhead before sucking it between her lips. She knew Bruce would have much more for her no matter how much she gulped down. The man was an alpha male. He would take her over and over again until there was no doubt that she was his mate, at least for tonight. It was the best way Mari knew to get a sore throat—and a bellyful of cum.

She didn’t have to wait long. Bruce was very close and she sucked him expertly, demanding his cum from him, pumping and circling his stiff shaft with her hands to leave him no choice. Come, come! Mari thought as her cheeks billowed with her sucking. Make me drink it, Bruce, come so hard it goes right down to my stomach! Come and show me what that big cock can do!

Bruce only managed to resist her for a minute, then he groaned and spurted. His warm, creamy seed filled Mari’s mouth. She gulped it down happily, unable to keep sucking under the deluge of his ejaculation, only holding her mouth open and trying to take every drop that he fed into the back of her throat. It soon overwhelmed her: the pungent scent of his arousal rising off his groin, the taste of his cum filling her senses, its warmly leaden feel as it pumped down her throat. Mari lost herself in it, becoming dazed, loopy as Bruce kept coming and coming. She was literally cock-drunk, in a haze from his massive erection firing down into her belly. 

Mari didn’t realize what was happening as Bruce stood up, wrenching Mari around to lean against the canapé while he hunched over her, his hands on her head, his massively throbbing cock aimed at her slack lips.

“Job’s not done,” he panted. “Suck it, Mari. We’re not stopping until you’re covered in my cum, inside and out.”

Sweat glistened now on her dark skin, burnishing it to a fine sheen, so different from Bruce’s own fair skin. Through her bra, her nipples were black leather, her sweat glossing them wetly. “You stay that hard and you don’t ever have to stop, Bruce. Just keep fucking my face as long as you want to.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mari.” Bruce grinned fiercely. “I don’t think a man could ever go soft around you.”

“Is that a compliment or a challenge?”

“Take it however you want.”

“Bet your ass I’ll take it, white boy…”

Mari wrapped the fingers of both hands around Bruce’s massive shaft, pulling back his foreskin to let out his shining cockhead. As she angled her face to let him drop his member down her throat, Bruce pulled one of the canapé’s cushions behind her head. Mari obligingly laid her head down on it, her pink tongue reaching out to caress his returning erection. 

She could actually smell Bruce’s cum on her own breath as precum boiled out from his huge purple knob, tempting her tongue to it. No matter how hard he’d come into her mouth, Mari wanted more. She clutched the base of his manhood with both hands and eagerly lapped at his juicy cockhead. Bruce’s huge chest heaved, his shoulders corded with pleasure as Mari’s hot tongue teased and circled all around his glans. Lifting her head slightly, she rolled her soft mouth up over his cockhead until her lips were widely stretched around his collar, straining to take that first part of his meaty prick.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, delighted that his cock tasted as good as it looked, her lips sliding down his length, the gnarled veins of his overpowering erection welcoming her lips. Soon, her mouth was completely filled by his prick, and still it throbbed at the entrance to her throat. She slurped deeply on the engorged length she had gotten into her mouth, her hot tongue lashing all over it.

“How does my cum feel in your belly?” Bruce asked, his voice grinding out from deep in his chest. “How does it feel to know you sucked all that cum right out of my cock?”

Mari groaned hungrily as she continued to suck and slurp. She couldn’t care less about the cum he had already given her. All that mattered was getting more. She loved the taste of Bruce’s stiff prick, the fucking smorgasbord of it. The bigger the cock, the better the cum. This time, she wanted to feel his rich, thick seed splattering against her face. She could hardly wait for him to mark her as the one and only woman who had gotten his prick that night.