Black Man Fantasy by Portia Hen

Black Man Fantasy

PORTIA HEN

Copyright © 2015 Portia Hen All rights reserved. ISBN: 151482387X ISBN-13: 978-1514823873

DEDICATION To the men that love us And to the men that we love

OTHER BOOKS BY PORTIA HEN (This Old Whore Series)

In the Name of the Father and the Son, Book 1 Lord of the Hacienda, Book 2 Humped on Camelback Mountain, Book 3 Husband and his Best Friend Have I Loved, Book 4 Insane Connection, Book 5 Happy Ending Masseuse aka Black Man Fantasy, Book 6 Swingers‟ Paradise, Book 7 A Man with a Gun, Book 8

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I am grateful to all the men that I have had sex with. Without them, this book would not have been written. Strange as it may seem, there is still so much I still have to learn about sex. To the future guinea pigs that I will fuck, I thank you in advance for your cooperation. To the makers of sex toys, I thank you for saving me on lonely nights.

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1 My phone was ringing. I wanted to reach out and answer the call but the phone was way over on the other side of the bed and I couldn‟t reach it without waking up the man who lay next to me. I dared not wake him up. For if I did, there would be the worst yelling match in history. I let it ring. Finally it stopped. I sighed with relief. At least the phone hadn‟t disturbed him. It was pretty remiss of me to have forgotten it on the other side of the large bed that I shared with Ceejay Morgan. He had a strict policy about turning off both of our phones whenever we went to sleep. “You gotta shut out the world sometimes, and just rejuvenate,” he was fond of saying. “What if someone desperately needed me?” I asked. “And who would that be?” “Anyone, you know. It‟s not like I don‟t have family or anything.” We had argued for a long time and as always I had relented. It was important for me to continue staying with Ceejay. I really didn‟t have anyone else that I could stay with. I had run away from Denver, Colorado after I 1

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couldn‟t pay my debts anymore. And Ceejay was the second man that I had met in Alabama. Here I was laying naked and spread-eagled in his bed, wondering what to do with the rest of my so far bleak life. The phone rang. Again. I tried to ignore it, hoping the caller would give up before Ceejay woke up. Somehow I was immobile. “Portia Hen, pick up the godamned phone, would you?” Ceejay‟s deep voice cut into my thoughts. I shot up, raced around the large poster bed and grabbed the phone. I glanced at the number. The number looked familiar, but only because there had been fifty calls this last week from that same company. I had ignored all the calls so far because it was a 1-800 number. Perhaps it was time to sort it out once and for all. Better to know who it was so that I would prepare my response for the future. “Portia Hen?” “Yes…” “I have to inform you that this call is from a debt collector. This is an attempt to collect a debt. All calls will be recorded or monitored.” As soon as I heard this, I rushed out of the bedroom. I then ran through the hallway and into the living room and continued the call in privacy. I certainly didn‟t want Ceejay to hear this conversation. “Ms. Hen, this is about the Toyota Celica. Our records indicate that you are late on the payments.” “Is that so?” I was stalling for time. “Yes, ma‟am… I am looking through your account and it‟s been three months since you made the last payment.” “How much do I owe?” “Your late payment, the amount that is due immediately, is $950. Another payment of $320 will be due in ten days‟ time.” The way to deal with debt collectors, and these are 2

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secrets I have picked over a long time struggling with debt is to pay a little and hope they will go away for a few short days. Pay them just enough that they don‟t start on a fullscale collection scheme. I needed my Celica. But I was also getting tired of the harassing calls. So what if they came and took away the car as the voice on the phone was now threatening to do? Would I die? No, I wouldn‟t. But it would also mean that I was stuck with Ceejay a lot longer, begging for rides from him. And I would not be able to get a job as I would have no means of getting there. You know it is not for nothing that potential employers always ask if you have a car. Some of those jobs are really out of the way. My decision was made in an instant. I would offer $50 to postpone the ordeal of being carless. “I think I can pay $25 now,” I interrupted. “That‟s not enough. The least I am authorized to take is $50. Ms. Hen, can you do $50?” “Sure, I can.” I got out my credit card and read the numbers to her. “Expiration date?” she asked. I rushed over the details. I wanted to get her off the phone quickly because I could hear Ceejay getting out of the bathroom. Finally she was done and she hang up just in time as Ceejay matched into the living room. “Who was that?” Ceejay asked. “Nobody important,” I said. “For nobody important, that was quite a long call. You were on the phone for over twenty minutes.” “It was fifteen minutes.” “Well, fifteen minutes is still fifteen minutes. You are not talking to other men, are you?” “No Ceejay. You are the only man in my life, you know that.” Panic hit me. Ceejay was different these days. He was more possessive although he had never said that he loved me. Just last week, I had found my stuff turned inside out, 3

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like someone had rummaged through it quite deliberately and thoroughly. When I had asked Ceejay about it, he had said that he had lost his medical insurance card and he was sorry that my things were in disarray but he thought he had misplaced it amongst my stuff and as I was out, he had taken the liberty of looking for it. “But Portia, forgive me, you don‟t mind do you?” “Why do you ask that?” “Because you know we don‟t have secrets from each other, right?” “I don‟t have any secrets, Ceejay. You know everything there is to know about me.” “Great. I would have hated it if there was stuff that I didn‟t know about you.” Ceejay moved over to the couch and flipped on the CNN channel. I watched idly. Ceejay settled himself into the couch and I tried to relax. It looked like he was fixing to spend the morning indoors. Well, too bad. I would probably have to go back into the bedroom and watch some Netflix. Ceejay and I, we had been living together for six months…

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2 Whenever I picture Ceejay, the first thing that comes to mind is his dick. Yes, that‟s right. His dick was unique. Ceejay had a dick that was long and thin. I didn't hate him nor love him. Matter of fact I was ambivalent towards him. One day I stole jewelry worth $2,000 dollars from him. I was later to repay it in a most humiliating manner. Oh my God that dick, it was so long it went almost to my throat. In my whole entire life I have never had another thin dick like that, in fact it was almost creepy, nice but still creepy. It didn't touch the sides of my pussy but I felt it hitting my G-spot. Actually when it went in, it was like a snake curving its way into the warmth of my inviting pussy. It curved around the curves and snaked its way in. Ceejay was tall and had fine chiseled features. He had curly black hair which he religiously smothered in hair gels to activate the curls. He regularly dyed it too. For he wasn‟t that young; the silver hairs on his temple while giving him a distinguished air, needed to be covered. He was probably about fifty or slightly older when I met him. A secret he kept closely guarded and a topic that he absolutely refused 5

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to address whenever I brought it up. Not that it really concerned me. After all, he was still able to get it up and that was the important thing. At the time, I was still a spring chicken of about thirty. Fair is fair, if he refused to tell me his exact age, I wouldn‟t tell him either. But between you and I, you should add three years to that thirty I just told you. We looked good together. I still think of him nostalgically even though I have moved on but for now let‟s talk about that part of my life. Ceejay was originally from the Caribbean but had settled in Huntsville, Alabama when I met him. He had been in America for over twenty years but still spoke with this fancy accent which had a touch of reggae roots and a little bit of Indian for his grandfather had moved to the Caribbean from India. There, he had met a woman whom he was attracted to because she was an excellent salsa dancer. Anyway, Ceejay had been born in the Caribbean and moved to America after high school. He had landed in New York where he joined engineering school but soon dropped out when FedEx offered him a $10 an hour job which was quite a lot in the 80s. Having dropped out of engineering college and deeply disappointed his parents, he had met a woman, a white woman with whom he had fathered three children. Two boys and one girl. At the time I met Ceejay, one of his sons lived in California and his daughter was in Huntsville and hadn't married but was moving in and out of several men's lives which visibly enraged Ceejay. Often he told me she was a whore just like her mother, from whom he had been divorced for the last few years. He showed me pictures of his ex-wife and I noted that her beauty was overwhelming. She had such dainty extraordinary looks, that in fact, looking at her made me feel really resentful and ugly. “Ceejay, she is beautiful! Why did you divorce such a 6

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delightful creature?” “I already told you. She was a whore.” “What do you mean a whore? A whore as in selling her body or?” “Oh no, she did it for free! Fucking piece of woman! She dished it out for free.” “But how did you know that?” “Portia, I caught her red-handed being fucked by another man.” “Oh dear…” I said. Being a jealous and possessive woman, you know we women are made this way, we are jealous of women who were there many years ago, I secretly smiled and thought, oh thank God the bitch was caught red handed which means there is no more room in his heart for her. To cement the hatred and to ensure that he remembered how evil his ex-wife had been, I asked him to describe exactly what had happened. He didn't seem to mind telling me all the gory details. “I am telling you Portia, my wife was evil. I found her being screwed on our marital bed, she was bent over for this huge black man who had a big ass dick and he fucked her right as I watched.” “And then?” I asked as I smiled while keeping my eyes on the scarlet carpet. “The bitch knew I had come into the house and into the bedroom and she didn't stop. I thought of getting my gun and shooting his ass and her tits but I was too weak and besides it was so fascinating watching her giving another man what she had denied me for so many months.” “Really, I mean, Jesus H Christ, who in their right mind does that?” “It is fucked up!” Ceejay said. “Tell me more, Ceejay,” I urged. “You know it helps to talk about such things. It lessens the pain. Unburden yourself to me boy.” 7

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Late into the night I continued to urge him to talk more as I smiled in my heart. This man would be mine. He would never long for that woman again. Ceejay told me how he had opened the door and just stood there watching. “Did you interrupt them?” “I couldn‟t. I had never seen such a fascinating sight.” “Was he already inside her? Banging away?” “No. I found the man just about to insert his dick and I thought, if I don‟t say something now it would definitely be too late within the next few strokes because his head was already aimed at her pussy and he was about to get in.” “So did you say anything?” I asked him. “Well no, not really.” “What does that mean, Ceejay?” I probed. “I wanted to speak up. I truly did. But something held me back. I hadn't seen my wife looking so passionate in a long time and I wanted to see how far she would go.” “Did she know you had come into the room?” “Yes, she looked up at some point and her eyes met mine and I thought she would stop but I was mistaken.” “She didn‟t stop? Lord have mercy!” I said. “What on earth happened next?” “Portia believe it or not… As the big black man pulled back down to her white ass cheeks I finally found my voice and spoke.” “What did you say?” “Brittany please don't do this!” “I presume she stopped?” “Fuck no! Bitch was too far gone. So I watched as he started to slide his dick back up to her clit again. I said, Honey don‟t you think this is enough? She, without speaking, raised her hand and placed it at the point they were the closest, touching his stomach. He stopped his movements.” I leaned forward; fascinated by the story he was 8

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telling me. I was strangely turned on listening to him seated there calmly telling me how he had caught his wife screwing around on him. I would have to ride his dick hard that night, not for him but for me since I was soaking wet. “And then what happened, Ceejay?” “Well, his dickhead was about half way up her crack, lying right at her opening.” “Go on, she stopped?” “Relax Portia Hen, don‟t hurry me.” I sipped some wine and tried to stay still. He was taking his time as he remembered the details. “I spoke up again and told her that said that now that she had proven her point, could she tell this gentleman it was all a big mistake and let him go?” “And then?” “I thought at that point, she would show him the door and then we would fall into each other‟s arms and make marital love for the rest of the day, putting all this behind us.” “And where was the gentleman by the way? Was he just standing there all this time? He must have been scared.” “Yes, he was right there. At some point he had just stopped moving and was hiding his face away from me. I could only see his butt and since there was no more movement, I was pleased with what I had prevented. My wife hadn‟t been screwed by this big black man!” “Oh is that it?” I ventured to ask feeling disappointed. At this point, I had been quite caught up in the narrative and was eagerly anticipating torrid details of Brittany being fucked. “Oh no, there is more. When I spoke out loud, she then without saying a word to me, bitch placed her finger on the head of his dick and pushed it down. I watched in horror as it disappeared into her pussy…” 9

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“Oh my fucking gosh! What a crazy woman” I said. “You could say that. She just looked my way with a smile and closed her eyes. At that moment I realized she wanted it, she wanted this to happen and it was happening. I didn‟t know if she wanted to punish me because I had spoken and she ignored me. She wanted this black man‟s dick in her and she didn‟t care if I watched. So I stood there and watched.” “And she screwed him?” I needed to confirm. “Yes.” “Oh Ceejay! I am so sorry. My God! You have suffered so much!” I said as I jumped from the couch and joined him on the love seat. This was the moment to demonstrate my loyalty to Ceejay. I held him and drew him to my bosom and holding his head began to run my fingers through his hair all the while whispering that things would be alright. And I kissed him on his lips and he kissed me back and I ripped off my blouse with one hand as with the other I struggled to unbuckle his belt. I was going to make this man forget the past and love me forever. And that night, he did forget for a while, as we tumbled onto the large bed, fucking like horny teenagers. After we finished screwing and I was lying on his hairy chest counting the hairs, he continued with his terrible story. I learned that one month after the incident with the black man, Ceejay had divorced Brittany and she had moved into the big black man's house. Ceejay had been single since then. He had a girlfriend briefly for a month but they broke up when his dick couldn't get stiff enough for her. He didn't want to use any pills and they had argued over it and she had dumped him.

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3 The divorce had happened about many years before I came on the scene. To ease his loneliness, Ceejay had bought a computer and hooked up internet and joined several online chat rooms. Here, he had spent a lot of time conversing with strange women and they had enlightened him on several fantasies and fetishes of their own. Eventually, he had stumbled onto and started watching pornography. Funny enough, which I didn't remark at the time, he used to love watching black men doing white women. Ceejay would watch all morning and all afternoon when he wasn‟t going to work. As I watched TV in the living room, I would hear him giggling. Then he began calling out to me whenever he would find something that he thought might excite me. “Portia come see this son of a bitch, look at him!” “Yeah, what about him?” “Look at that dick! Man, that guy is hung like a horse.” “Huh!” “You see those balls?” “Yeah?” 11

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“Now, those are big ass balls. You hear men saying that they have big balls, but this son of a bitch literally has big balls.” “He does have them.” “Move closer to me, Portia.” Ceejay would often reach across to me and slide his hand into my panties and massage my clit as we watched one clip after the other. I would also touch him and he would be rock hard. But he didn‟t want to screw me. He just loved the feeling of being hard and cumming in my hands as we watched yet another clip. Most of the time this was the extent of our sex life and I was getting sexually frustrated as I had a few times tasted his long thin snake and really wanted to feel it touching all the curves of my pussy again and again. I tell you, you haven't had good sex if you haven't had a long thin snake in your pussy. “Are you going to fuck me, Ceejay?” “No, Portia. This is better, when we build the anticipation and deny ourselves the pleasure.” “Whatever you say, Ceejay,” I sighed. I could feel my juices running down my legs as I hobbled into the bedroom. Ceejay, definitely knew how to turn me on. Most of the time, he had me walking around the house with no underwear. Today, I didn‟t have any and so I hadn‟t worn any party-liners as we watched the porn together. I was so turned on I thought I was going to faint from my desire. So here I was, prepared and ready to be fucked, but Ceejay wasn‟t going to take me. I knew better than to plead with him. It just made him upset and he would go flaccid. I raced into the bedroom and grabbed my vibrator. The vibrator would have to do. Then I went into the bathroom. Lately, the bathroom had become my favorite room in this house. Earlier that week, I had visited the adult store to get 12

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my supplies for the week. I lit the candles and soon the bathroom was filled with a mixed scent of vanilla and peppermint. I turned on the mood setting music that I always used for such moments. I then filled the tub with warm water and stepped in. I lay back in the tub and spread my legs. The warm water flowing between my legs was a great turn-on. I began to touch my breasts, the right one first. I was lightly running my hands over my entire breasts, cupping them, without directly touching the nipples. I made circular motions and finally got to my nipples. I pinched them gently. As the sensations became sweeter and I felt more giddy, I pinched them harder until I was twisting and pulling them. After a few minutes of stimulating myself, I stepped out of the bathtub. I dried myself quickly with the big fluffy towel, taking care to pat my pussy dry instead of rubbing it since I didn‟t want to come yet. I then went into the bedroom and got under the covers, still naked. I spread my legs wide apart. I started to play with my breasts again as I listened to the music. I was on the brink of an orgasm when I finally reached for the dildo and turned it on. I gently massaged my clit with the head of the dildo which was gently vibrating. As I was about to plunge it in, Ceejay spoke. I hadn‟t noticed that he had come into the room as I played with my throbbing clit. “Let me do that for you, Portia.” “Oh yes, Ceejay! Please fuck me now.” Ceejay took the dildo from me. He continued rubbing my clit for a while as he also suckled my nipples. Then he took my face in his hands and putting his lips to mine kissed me. I closed my eyes as I felt him push the dildo into me. I gasped as he changed the speed of the vibration, massaging my pussy faster. “Ready honey?” Ceejay asked. “Yes, oh yes!” 13

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At that point, Ceejay withdrew the dildo and got into bed with me. He continued kissing me gently, moving his lips from my mouth to my nipples and back to my neck, all the while whispering how dear I was to him. Finally he straddled me and took me, missionary style. As I felt his long thin dick in me and he began to thrust, I raised my butt up in the air to meet him. He gripped my butt harder and rammed into me as hard as he could. And then I felt myself coming. I couldn‟t hold it in anymore. “Continue later?” Ceejay asked me. “Yes.” Why not? He had made me come. I owed him one.

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4 The next morning, I woke up early to clean the century old three bedroomed house that we lived in. Ceejay had inherited from his aunt when she had passed on a year ago. By the time I started living with Ceejay he hadn't cleaned out her stuff. Her clothes and all earthly goods when she was alive were scattered all over the house and it was quite messy. Ceejay had also moved in with all his junk from another house so in fact this house had furniture to the brim. There was no space to move around and one had to step gingerly over the things on the floor. The house was a good candidate for the television show Hoarders. Ceejay was getting rid of things very slowly. There was just one major problem though. Ceejay loved to shop. Each time he got rid of one thing, he brought in five. Finally he had enlisted my help in cleaning up and as I didn‟t have a job at the time, I had agreed. Quite reluctantly Ceejay agreed to pay me for this work, where I would sort out late auntie‟s stuff and pack it into boxes to send to the Salvation Army. I started to do this over the weekends. And this was the true genesis of our problems. Every time I took stuff 15

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and donated to the Goodwill store, he went to the Salvation Army and bought five times what I got rid of. Even though it wasn't my house, I was getting annoyed because I was already seeing him as my future husband. It's not every day that a woman meets a single man who owns a house, has a job, his children are all grown, he has a dick that works and all his teeth are intact. Ceejay was a prime candidate for marriage so I was just cleaning up my future home, even though I was getting paid to do it. We had many disagreements about the de-cluttering of the house. I am normally a neat freak and the chaos were driving me crazy. Because we quarreled so much, our sex life suffered. He rarely inserted his long thin dick into my warm willing starved pussy. To make it worse he didn't allow me to use the dildo unless he was there. We would watch black men having sex with white women and he would finger my clit and ask me to suck on his nipples until he came. Then one day he started to talk about his fantasies. Instead of feeding me the thin snake, he would talk and talk. In his fantasies, he wanted me to be done by a big black man while he Ceejay watched. The way he described it I knew it was exactly the way he had seen his ex-wife Brittany being screwed. I had thought that he had long forgotten her but here she was back in our lives. “Portia please,” he begged me. “Let me watch you being fucked by a black man with a big dick.” “And you would be okay with that?” “Hell yeah, you don‟t know what a turn on that would be.” “So I just get fucked and then you and I continue being exclusive?” “Yes.” “And it won‟t have any impact on our relationship?” “Absolutely not.” “Ceejay, are you trying to punish me for what 16

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Brittany did to you?” “No fucking way. I am over Brittany. And if you think this is about her, then you don‟t know me well enough.” “Yes, sometimes I feel I don‟t know you. I mean, when was the last time you actually got it up for me?” “I am hard for you every day Portia.” “Then how come you don‟t fuck me?” I was getting quite worked up. It had been a while. “I want to, Portia. God, you don‟t know how much self-control it takes not to rip your clothes off on most days. You think I don‟t notice you walking around here with your tight little butt, all naked and swinging it in my face?” “You noticed?” “Yes, of course. Now back to what I was saying. You, Portia Hen, being fucked by a black dude. And, I, sitting there watching everything. You just don't know how happy that would make me feel.” “You are weird, you know that?” “Oh Portia, I am so turned on. Come here baby girl, feel this.” Ceejay pulled my hand to his crotch. Through the nylon shorts which he wore, I could feel his rock-hard shaft. “It‟s all yours, honey. What do you want to do tonight?” “I want you to fuck me, Ceejay. I can‟t hold on anymore.” “This is all you, Portia Hen!” Ceejay said as I gently massaged his dick with my hands. I looked down at it. It was looking rather magnificent. Ceejay liked to keep it well shaven and whenever I gave him a blowjob, I didn‟t have to chew on a bunch of hair. “I am ready, you know. Put it in me now.” “Not yet, Portia. Tonight, let‟s take it slow. Stay right there,” he said as he rushed out into the kitchen. 17

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I lay on the bed looking at the popcorn ceiling. I was really hot and my clit was pulsating. Ceejay was back. I heard rather than saw him place a few things on the nightstand. “What have you got there, Ceejay?” “Tell me what you want, Portia.” “I want it a little rough tonight. I want you to fuck me really hard.” “Yes, dear. But first…” I played sensually with my nipples and I was growing deeply wet. My moans were louder. “Take your fingers to your mouth and wet them.” “Okay…” I put two of my fingers into my pussy and stimulated my clit. I could feel it enlarging. “Stop…let me do it for you, Portia,” Ceejay interrupted. The pleasure running down my spine was electric. Ceejay took the whipped cream that he had brought and I felt the cold hit my clit as he slathered it around. He then brought his head down to my thighs and parted me further. I felt him insert his tongue into me. Ceejay really knew how to eat pussy. “Oh god, Ceejay… oh my god, that‟s so fucking awesome. Please don‟t stop.” Ceejay continued to tease me with his tongue. I was on the edge and I was about to have an orgasm. “Don‟t come yet,” he ordered. He put his tongue to my face and kissed me. I could smell my pussy on him. “You have such a tight pussy,” he whispered. “Relax, Portia. Tonight I am going to lead.” I was in a trance. I just loved what Ceejay was doing to me. “Don‟t stop Ceejay,” I begged. I lay back and welcomed him in as he finally pushed in his member into my pussy. “Fuck me hard! Oh Ceejay, fuck me please.” 18

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“You little whore…I am gonna do right that.” My breath was coming out in a strangled fashion as Ceejay continued to thrust in and out. “Portia, oh Portia…this is so good,” he said as he finally came. Afterwards we lay together and spooned. It felt really good. This was the first intimate moment that we had shared. And it was then that I thought I might get to love him someday.

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5 As time went by, whenever Ceejay and I would be making love, he would continue to mention his fantasy of watching me being screwed by a big black man. Each time he spoke about this fantasy, the details of what he wanted the big black man to do to me would grow more and more graphic. “I want to see him insert his big black penis in you and fuck you hard. Wouldn‟t you like that?” “Well, yeah, perhaps.” Lately, I was growing tired of being fucked once a week or twice at most. My pussy would be so wet and I would be wanting Ceejay to make love to me but he wouldn‟t. Even when he knew that I wanted him so bad, he still held back. It wasn‟t because he wasn‟t turned on. Rather the images on his computer screen had taken over our relationship. Sometimes he would be engrossed in watching pornography the whole night and wouldn‟t come to bed. I was frustrated. I would spread my legs in bed and finger myself continuously and I would beg Ceejay to penetrate me but he relentlessly held back. I finally started sharing his fantasies. I wanted to be 20

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fucked by another man. I imagined myself touching another man, running my fingers through his hair, and a different dick in my pussy. I was aroused no end. I walked around the house with no panties, stopping to rub myself every now and then. Ceejay had finally turned me into a depraved sex-starved vixen. My mind and spirit and body thought of sex the whole day. I would have done just about anything to feel a hard dick in me. I wanted to suck a dick and swallow some cum. I wanted a man to make me scream hard. Since Ceejay seemed fine with the idea of sharing me with another man, and was begging me to do this for him, I took the opportunity to let him know that I would prefer a white guy. He said no, he could only bear a black guy. At this point I began to imagine that Ceejay had a serious psychological problem which would come back to haunt me some day. By this time I had kind of figured I was going to leave Ceejay eventually, because of our disappointing sex life. I am a young woman and I am insatiable. I am not a nympho or anything like that but, I just wanted to have sex at least two times every day. Ceejay was giving me his delicious long skinny dick once a week. And that was on a good week. Sometimes we went two or three weeks without sex. Just imagine getting good dick only once a week. It's hard on the pussy. I discovered that when I joined Ceejay in the black man fantasy, talking about it and watching porn with him, he would be turned on more easily and afterwards he would be more generous with his money. Never with his dick. Just his money. It had been a while since the debt collectors had called but probably that was because I was now paying a little money each week. Ever since Ceejay began paying me to clean the house, I had a little cash to pay off some of my debts. I still hadn‟t confided in him, what a deep dark hole I was in. That was a closely guarded secret. 21

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As he became more generous with money, I started to play along and I told him that all along I also had the desire to be handled by a big black man, someone who could just pick me up and throw me around and spank my tiny butt as he entered me savagely without even waiting for me to be lubricated properly. Not to mention, the thought of a huge black dick filling my juicy pussy just gets me so wet, that's what I kept assuring him as I sucked his old nipples until he came. “Oh Portia you're just the best,” he would yell and his long dick would snake it's way in and hit my g-spot over and over and I would moan in true ecstasy... Soon enough, with my disenchantment, the best moment of our intimacy was afterwards when he gave me the cash and I stashed it away. Yes, he liked to give me money after sex. We were fulfilling another fantasy of his. He liked to imagine that I was a strange whore that he had picked up from the street corner and brought home for a quickie. I was getting paid for something which I enjoyed doing. As I learnt more about Ceejay, I also came to realize that he was always so turned when I behaved like a whore. I started using this to control him. During the day when he was away at work and I was supposed to be cleaning, I changed tact and decided to find out why Ceejay was so fascinated by black guys fucking white women. I watched pornography which featured huge black dicks digging into white women. I was amazed at how these skinny white women would open up and swallow those large black cocks. By the time evening came around I would be waiting eagerly for Ceejay to come home so that I would experiment on him, using the techniques I had learnt. I had realized I could get Ceejay to cum within seconds if my stories, my fantasies were more vivid and more exaggerated. “Tell me more, Portia, have you ever been fucked by 22

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a black man?” he would plead. And I told him more, putting my exaggeration skills and my mouth to good use. As with most fantasies, it remained just that, a fantasy. Until one day he said he was tired of it just being talk and he needed me to live up to my bragging. He would give me $1000 towards my car payment if he could watch me being done just one time. We argued back and forth on who would be the first black man that would do me. “I have to be the one to choose him.” I told him “I need someone I can be comfortable with.” “None of your old boyfriends,” he finally relented. “So I get to choose?” “Yes, but it has to be a stranger with considerable girth.” “What does considerable mean?” “At least 8 inches long and thick too.” “How will I know his length?” “We can only hope, right?” “That's okay Ceejay, I am down with it. I can take a huge black dick. Let me find one for us,” I assured him.

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proposal. Dwayne was tall and light chocolate brown skinned with nice thick lips. He had nice large hands perfect for kneading the women's bodies as he worked on them. I examined his hands and suddenly I was shivering with anticipation as I realized I could get the pleasure I hadn't gotten from Ceejay for some time. Ah the pleasure of working while having fun. Now I was nervous that Dwayne might not want to do it while Ceejay watched... “I've been hearing stories about you." I said to Dwayne. "What sort of stories?" Dwayne laughed. "About you seducing married women." "Oh, is that all. I thought it was something serious." "So, seducing married women isn't serious?" I asked. "Not all of them are married, and what happens between two adults is okay as long as it's legal ." "What about their husbands?" I asked. Dwayne looked at me slyly and then he bent down to my ear and whispered that sometimes the husbands liked to watch but that would cost extra. “Is that what you want?” he asked as he kissed my neck and inserted his tongue into my ears and I was all hot and bothered. “The husbands like to see how a real man pleases their woman. Is your husband a real man? Is that what your husband wants? It will be a pleasure to do you, and yes he can watch.” Dwayne continued. A shiver of excitement ran through my body and I could feel my pussy waking up at the thought of this man ramming into me. “What makes you think that's what I want?” Dwayne laughed and asked me why was I there and why was I teasing him like this if I didn't want him. “Show me what you got.” I told him. At this point I knew he was the one but I needed to 25

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be sure he would deliver the goods so that Ceejay would be satisfied enough to pay me the $1,000. “I know you will enjoy this!” Dwayne said as he pointed towards his large bulge. He slipped his hand into his shorts and in one quick motion, whipped out his penis. Never had I seen such a magnificent animal. He stroked it a few times and then let it rest on the palm of his hand for me to see. I watched him as he rubbed the tip of his penis, teasing me and turning me on. “Make up your mind quickly. Do you want this or not?” I was still mesmerized at the pulsating animal that he held in his hands. It was growing bigger. “You want this honey?” he asked again. “Even though it wasn't erect yet, the animal was throbbing and seemed to have a life of its own...this was something that I just had to have. At this point, I didn‟t care if Ceejay paid this man or not. I was going to screw him anyway. Dwayne gripped his penis more firmly and then stroked it again and it grew harder. “Yes?” he asked again. “Yes.” I answered. I was completely mesmerized and my tongue was out as I imagined that shaft in me. It seemed to grow wider right in front of my eyes and the veins filled with the first rush of blood. As if on cue, I could feel my pussy juicing up. Right there I knew I had to have a taste of that dick whether Ceejay wanted me to or not. For too long I had survived on a thin long dick. Even though it used to snake its way into my G-spot, it was time to have a thick dick which would fill me up completely. "Wanna play with it, little lady?" he asked. “Yes oh yes,” I gasped as I reached for him and held him in my hands. “There‟s just one condition. My husband has to 26

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watch and you can't spank me even if he begs you to do it.” “Spanking?” “Yes, please promise me no spanking,” I begged. “Yeah I am down with that,” Dwayne said. “You are not going to spank me?” “I ain't into hurting women, lady. I am a lover all the way.” He kissed me on my neck again and once again nibbled my ears. His hands reached down and he cupped my breasts and gave them a tiny squeeze. As his hands rubbed my nipples and he pulled me closer and I felt his crotch, I couldn‟t help responding. “I will love you good,” he promised. “Lady, you won't regret this.” As he put back his dick into his shorts, I found myself smiling with expectation. That evening I told Ceejay it was all set. Later on that night, we watched more black man on white woman porn. And I was extremely turned on, all the while thinking of Dwayne. Much later as Ceejay drove his thin dick into me, I climaxed quickly while thinking of Dwayne‟s big black thick cock. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough ... oh Dwayne, I wanted to fuck him so bad.

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the cock I had been dreaming about for the last two days. “Ceejay I am so scared,” I whispered and contracted my facial expression to match the words that were coming out of my mouth. “Honey, you shouldn‟t be. It‟s just a dick. It‟s not as if you are a virgin.” “Yes, but this is all rather strange. You are my boyfriend. I should be faithful to you. I shouldn‟t be screwing other men.” I pouted. “Sweets, I thought we already agreed to this.” “Do we really have to go through this? Don't you care even a little about me, so that you would just give me the money without humiliating me like this?” I contorted my face suitably and even managed a teardrop. In my mind I was thinking “oh my gosh, I can't wait for Dwayne's powerful black dick to ram into me with force and cool me down, calm my throbbing hot clit on which I felt like putting ice cubes.” I looked down to see whether smoke was coming out of my pussy. Ever hear that expression where there's fire there is smoke? My pussy was so hot it was almost burning the car seat. As we drove through the traffic jam, I fidgeted with excitement and Ceejay thought I was nervous. By the time we pulled into the parking lot at the massage parlor, I had turned around the tables and he was the one pleading with me to go through the experience for his sake. Having promised me an additional $500 and saying how important this was to him, I had „reluctantly‟ agreed to fuck the black man. So, $1,500 I was going to make that night, instead of the original amount of $1,000. “I just don't know if this is right, Ceejay. You and I are supposed to be exclusive...” I begged. “Portia Hen, please do this for me. If you care about me, please babe, do it.” Boy, would I do it. I didn‟t need Ceejay to plead with me. I covered my face with my hands and smiled. Without 29

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“I am trying, but I have never done this before,” I responded. “Try to lie still,” he said again as I squirmed from the desire that was about to explode. I felt my butt tightening on its own as I squeezed my thighs together... Dwayne pushed my legs apart. “Keep your legs this way. You are a beautiful woman and you should not be shy.” “Is there anything I need to do?” I whispered. “No… I will let you know at the right time.” Dwayne was kneading my back and I was tingling all over. He slurped some more oil on my stomach and continued kneading me. “Be a good girl and kiss me,” he said. “I will teach you how to worship my cock, this will be most enjoyable.” “Oh yes…” I whispered. “Make me happy, Portia Hen, touch my balls, grasp them, kiss them.” I reached for his balls with my hands and massaged them. They were as big as I remembered. My pussy was tingling with anticipation at the reward I would finally receive. I was overjoyed that I was able to please this man. My hands were kneading Dwayne‟s penis. I could feel his excitement. He was growing in my hands as I ran my hands up and down his length. I pulled down his underwear and his cock was now loose. I rubbed the tip of his penis. It grew harder. I could smell his scent. I wiped the pre-cum with my hands. Brought my hands to my face and smelt it. Oh my God, I was about to cum even before he put his cock in me. I was getting off even before he fucked me. This was unbelievable. I pulled back. I wanted this man but I wasn‟t going to cum before he put his cock in me. Oh my gosh, what a beautiful cock, I thought. Dwayne brought his cock to my face and I was licking it and kissing his balls and tagging at him. “Good girl,” Dwayne said. “Suck my cock, that‟s nice, 31

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He was still hard and he continued banging me for another half hour as I came over and over again in smaller climaxes. We then changed positions and I was riding him. I was bouncing up and down on his cock and scratching his back and as he groped my breasts, I groped his back and forgot what I was supposed to be there for. I willingly parted my pussy lips and grunted as I welcomed the big black cock. Oh my fucking gosh, this was so sweet. Then we changed positions again. I was trying all the styles I had learnt in the porn movies. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pushed myself up and held him tight as he moaned. I was quite lost in the moment. Meanwhile Ceejay had stood up and I could hear him yelling at Dwayne. “Slap that bitch!” I heard from afar. “Spank her butt until she is sore.” Dwayne didn‟t spank me. He continued being gentle. He was kissing me everywhere. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You are gorgeous. I enjoyed that, my princess baby darling.” He kissed me again hard. Dwayne was lost in what he was doing and he continued to ram his cock into me and I clung to him and then as my thighs opened even wider to allow him more depth and I was holding hard onto his tight lean butt, he finally shuddered and came in me. I felt his sperm dripping down my legs mixed with my own juices as we crawled to a final climax and then he lay down next to me and spooned with me in the most intimate fashion. After a few minutes, without uttering another word, he pulled a towel from a nearby chair and he wiped me clean and then he walked out of the room.

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dressed in two seconds and run out after Ceejay. He had already engaged the reverse gear and was backing out of the parking. I jumped into the car as he was revving and about to zoom off. Ceejay was visibly angry and I called out his name, reached for his thigh in a move which was supposed to be reconciliatory. He slapped my hand away and hissed at me... "Snake!!! Fucking bitch! You couldn't follow simple instructions?" My heart sank as I thought of the $1500 which I hadn't been paid... Ceejay and I continued yelling at each other as he drove like the devil was after him, even skipping one traffic light and almost hitting an oncoming car. I was beginning to regret jumping into the car in my desperate bid to get the money he had promised. He was hitting the steering wheel repeatedly and shooting me murderous looks. If looks could kill, I could have been long dead and buried by the time the car finally crawled to a stop in the garage. He slammed the car door shut and a gal baby, me, ran after him calling him all the endearments I could think of. Sometimes one just has to work a little harder for their money. I had never seen Ceejay so furious before. “What was all that about??? Where did the spanking happen or did I miss it?” he yelled as he gulped down some vodka. Finally he was done yelling and he opened his wallet and gave me the $1500 that he had promised. After all I had kept to my side of the bargain and I had been screwed by a large black man as he watched. It wasn't my fault that the large black man had turned out to be a lover instead of a dominant or whatever the fetish lovers call them. Later that night, Ceejay and I went to bed and I lay there pleased with the results of the day, God bless the work of my hands as some people will say. I was $1500 37

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Ceejay's name and he was pinning me down and ramming deeper and deeper. Finally I felt him hit my G-spot and I was cumming. Once again that day, I felt my juices flowing down my thighs. Ceejay kissed me on my lips and said that he had forgiven me and that he loved me. The next day, I continued cleaning the house for him, as we had agreed. "Clean up the house, would you?" Ceejay yelled as he was leaving that morning. “Sure I will,” I responded. I was tired of the routine. I cleaned up the house every day. I packed stuff to get rid of. But as soon as I cleaned up, Ceejay passed through the Goodwill, the Super Savers and Costco stores and he brought more. I had found another way to make more money. As soon as he brought in something, I took out two things and sold them online. I was running quite a lucrative business because it was all profit to me. I wasn‟t paying for the merchandise that I was selling. Sometimes I took some of the stuff to consignment stores. I had by now stashed away about $3000. I needed another $5000 to complete my car payments and get out of the situationship that I was in with Ceejay. My desire was to get a nice regular man to stay with. A girl can't be a whore for life; society wants you to get married and have children. There was a young man that I was eyeing but I wanted to finish this saga first then I would finally go to him as an innocent virgin or one who had been laid by only one man. All you have to do is say and mourn to him, oh daddy you're so big, that's so painful, please go in slowly, be gentle honey, and you do your Kegel‟s exercises and squeeze in real tight and hold on for dear life. And as he enters your temporarily tight pussy he will be thankful that he found an almost unused virgin. I am street smart, okay make that cock smart. I know how these dickheads reason. 39

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I took the jewelry to the pawn store. First I had to identify a jewelry shop which wasn't in the neighborhood where we lived. That's when I found myself in Montgomery, Alabama having been on the bus for almost two hours... I walked into the first pawn shop that I saw and they offered me $800 for the stash. My heart was in my mouth, I hadn't up to this point believed they were worth this much. Then I thought to myself, as mama had shown me, everybody wants to take advantage of you; let me go on to the next pawn shop and find their real worth before I commit to selling. At the next shop I was offered $1,500 and I almost sold the jewelry to the tall handsome stranger behind the counter. My heart was in my mouth and I wanted to get rid of them quickly. They were now burning a hole in my handbag. Talk of sweating profusely, as I hurried down the street. I imagined that everyone could smell my fear and see the sweat which was running down my thighs, legs and everywhere. At the next shop the young man took his time examining them and I was really getting nervous, thinking for sure I had been caught red-handed. The young white boy kept scrutinizing one piece after the other and writing down stuff on a paper. Finally he finished jotting his notes, looked up and said that he would offer me $2,500 but he needed identification. I didn't want to give my ID as I wanted to avoid being traced. So I told him that I had lost it. “In that case I can only give you $2,000,” he said. “You can‟t give me the $2,500?” “It's a big risk I am taking. I don‟t know you and I don‟t know if these are stolen goods. You could get me into big trouble.” “Fine,” I said while glancing around the store nervously and studiously avoiding looking at the security 41

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I really wanted him to remember me this way; Portia Hen the wonderful faithful lover. Have you ever made love with a person when you know you are about to leave them? I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I had a small bag packed and hidden in the garage for easy running away. Ceejay sighed after he had cum yet again that evening. Then he spoke... "There's a young man from Montgomery that called me today..." "What?" I asked as I sat up quickly... "Yes Portia, the young man from Montgomery called me. You probably didn't realize that the ring you sold was one of a kind. Such rings are registered and he had to call the owner to confirm that it was for sale." "Are you serious?" I asked, stalling for time. "Of course I am serious, you little thief." I kept quiet. My tummy was in my mouth and I felt like I was going to throw up on the bed. I was feeling dizzy and the room was darkening despite the light. I lay back and waited to hear what he would say. After all I was right there in the bed naked, and the truth was out. "What are you going to do?" I finally asked. "Nothing." "What does nothing mean?" "Well, there's just one thing." "What?" "You have been taking money from me but I never see what you do for me. I still have the fantasy of you being spanked by a huge black man. And lately I have yet another fantasy. I want to see you being fucked by two huge white men. I have all sorts of things planned for you. But first you are going to marry me. I need a wife, you know that. And you are okay." I lay on my back in deep thought. It seemed I had no choice. I could either run away, and keep running or I 44

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could get married to the old man that was sitting next to me. Oh dear, had I mentioned that Ceejay is 65? I found his driving license the other day. And I am only 29? Anyway, I was stuck. The thought of being on the run just didn't appeal to me. There are many people in jail in America and I wasn't going to be a statistic. The next day, Ceejay and I went down to the Attorney General's office and we got married. I managed to finally clean the house completely. It's all very neat now. I am an okay wife. I spend a lot of time down at the massage parlor with Dwayne getting happy endings, which I pay for from Ceejay‟s money. Ceejay doesn't know this. It is the only happy spot in my life. Ceejay still hasn't asked me to fuck the large dick black dude while he watches. I am sure he will demand that someday... Ceejay is well off, he paid off the car and he provides for me. I am a housewife who does happy endings every other week. I am in love with Dwayne but I am trapped for the moment. My punishment is marriage to the old man. I have no children of my own... I kind of get tired of long thin dick, but this is my life now... CIAO..

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Portia Hen writes during her spare time when she can get time off from her day job. She likes to sip alcohol as she writes and shoos away the kids. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona but dreams of moving to California or New York. Be sure to check out the other twenty titles written by Portia Hen. All of them are available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited, some of them for free. Portia thanks you for leaving a review of this book on Amazon. OTHER BOOKS BY PORTIA HEN (This Old Whore Series) In the Name of the Father and the Son, Book 1 Lord of the Hacienda, Book 2 Humped on Camelback Mountain, Book 3 Husband and his Best Friend Have I Loved, Book 4 Insane Connection, Book 5 Happy Ending Masseuse aka Black Man Fantasy, Book 6 Swingers‟ Paradise, Book 7 A Man with a Gun, Book 8

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