Interracial Erotica
Adult Adventure/Thrillers General Erotica
Published
10 / 2010
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SYNOPSIS
Paul Conrad considered himself a lucky man. At least he did before his wife left him in the company of a large black man. To do what, Paul didn’t know but he had a pretty good guess. He was well aware that Johana loved sex. When the DVDs started to arrive, he saw how much she loved sex.
“Searching for Johana” has two parts. Part 1 describes in detail what led up to her leaving and Part 2 describes the search for the lost wife.
Paul was devastated that his wife of so many years would leave him to be with black men. His support group was his swinging, wife swapping neighbors and they proved to be worthless for the support he needed. He required the help of a professional. Hank Colt to the rescue.
Expect a lot of hot raw sex in this story and you’ll receive it. One on one sex, two on one and more on one sex, girl-girl sex, and more in this interracial, erotic crime mystery.
EXTRACT
It wasn’t bad quality for a hand-held video. The lighting was good and some
jerkiness but still not bad. At the beginning there was just one subject. A woman and she
was naked except for her high heel shoes and a dog collar. She lay on the bed with her
legs open looking to the right of the camera operator. Like she was waiting for
instructions. She nodded in compliance when they came.
“Finger-fuck yourself,” a deep male voice said. “Get that cunt all wet and slick
for the meat that’s coming.”
Again she nodded and let her right hand slide down across her stomach to her bare
pussy. She was tentative at first but soon got into the act with some gusto. When the
off-camera voice told her to open her pussy wide, she did. When the voice told her to tug
on her clit, she did. When she was told to use two fingers and go deep in her pussy, she
did.
“Does it feel good to fuck yourself like that?” the voice asks her.
“Yes, I like it,” she responded.
“Rather have a cock in your skanky cunt?” the voice asks.
“Always,” she responded.
“What kind of cock?”
“Big,” she said. “Big and hard.” She looked directly at the camera and added, “and
black. Big, hard, and black as midnight.”
“You want some big hard black cock now?”
“Yes,” she answered simply looking away from the camera to the side where a black
man approached. He, like she, was naked. He sported a long thick black hard-on. When he
was close enough she reached out for the ebony dick.
With one hand on the cock she used the other hand to toy with one of her obviously
hard nipples. She always liked her nipples to be played with. I was well aware of how
sensitive her nips were because over the years I had spent many enjoyable hours playing
with them. She looked damned good for a woman approaching forty years of age. I knew her
age because she was my wife or maybe my ex-wife of almost twenty years.
My name is Paul Conrad and the woman who was now sucking the big black dick was
Johana or Jo Conrad. At least it used to be her name. I wasn’t sure of our status because
I hadn’t seen her for almost three months. The video I was watching was the first time I
had seen her in that time and there were a few changes in her.
Her tits seemed to be a little larger maybe now. Maybe a thirty-six D and sagged
just a little bit from the weight of them. Her nipples were always quick to spike. That
was usually the first indication she was in heat and ready to be fucked. When the camera
zoomed in for a close-up of her sucking on the cock I could see some new lines around her
eyes. The tattoo of an ace of spades just above her hairless pussy was also new. The fact
she had no pubic hair was new and the two gold rings in her nipples were a recent addition
as well as the belly-button ring. The fob on the belly button ring appeared to be a gold
ace of spades.
Other than that, there were no changes in Jo that I could see. As I said, she still
looked damned good to me. She even looked good when the sucking stopped and the fucking
began. The black man did her in the male superior position first, dog fucked her next
then put her on top and let her ride the pony. At least that’s what he called it. In each
position he put his cock in her ass for a few strokes. The ease with which his cock went
in her rectum was something else new. She had always had a tight ass and it took some
effort to get in her butt. Apparently, her nether hole had been used frequently.
“Get on that cock and ride the pony, slut,” he said helping her mount him. The
camera got into position so that his huge chunk of man meat was clearly visible until it
disappeared in her foamy pussy. The foam was a combination of his cum, her juices and I
suspected some sort of lubricant. Spermicidal jelly wouldn’t be necessary because Jo
couldn’t conceive and they would know that.
I could hear Jo sigh as she settled down on the cock. Neither of them moved for a
few moments then she started to slowly rise and lower herself of the cock. She started
rising and falling faster until she was using the entire length of him.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed. That was fairly new also. Fuck was a word she never used
to use. Since he started fucking her she used it a lot. “Oh fuck me!” she screamed
loudly.
“You ready for more cock, cunt?” the man asked her.
“Yes!” she said. Another black man entered the picture. The newcomer got behind
them and caused the camera operator to move to the side to capture what was happening. The
new man put his cock to her puckered asshole and pushed in past the ring muscles and went
deep into her bowels. That caused Jo to scream even louder.
It took the two men a few moments to get in sync but soon they had the rhythm and
were fucking Jo for all they were worth. One cock deep in her pussy while the other was
nearly out of her ass. Then they swapped and reversed positions. With each withdrawal
they pulled out some of her tissue then rammed it back in.
I watched Jo’s defilement with an immense sense of sadness. I wanted to blame
something or someone but deep down inside where you don’t try to fool yourself I knew
where the blame should go. I continued to watch but my mind rolled backward in time to
when we were first married. Almost twenty years previous.