The hallway smells of stale smoke and cheap soap. Dim bulb flickers above door 409. Elevator’s busted, again. My heels click soft on worn linoleum. Heart thumps. I knock, barely a tap. Hinges groan low. Door cracks. Silhouette towers. Joseph. His voice rumbles, ‘Madame De Ricin? Come in.’ He swings it wide, towel clutched ridiculous over his hips. Eyes drop. Fuck. That massive black cock sways free underneath. Barely covered. Heat rushes my pussy.
He shuts the door with a soft click. I turn. He’s buck naked. Towering, muscled, skin gleaming from shower. Cock hangs heavy, thick as my wrist. Gland shiny, lighter shade. My cheeks burn. ‘Sorry… didn’t call ahead,’ I whisper. Voice shakes. He chuckles deep, throat rumbling. ‘No shame. Allah made me this way.’ Light filters under the door from the hall. Neighbors could hear. Thin walls. I stare at the floor. No, at his cock. It twitches. Hardens.
The Hallway Spark
He steps close. Heat radiates. ‘Hot today. You too, in that sheer dress.’ Fabric clings to my sweat. Nipples poke. I back up. Bump the bed. Single mattress, sagging. No room. His hand brushes my arm. Goosebumps. ‘Sit,’ he murmurs. We perch side by side. Thighs touch. His cock brushes my hip. Electric. I swallow. Gulp air. Pussy floods. Wetness soaks my thong.
Can’t fight it. I melt against him. Skin soft, musky. He undoes my dress buttons. Slow. One by one. Fabric parts. Turquoise bra, string bikini. He kneels. Slides them off. Naked now, except heels. He spins me. Eyes devour. Firm tits, round ass, copper bush. ‘Magnificent,’ he breathes. His cock stands rigid. Colossal. Veins pulse. I gasp. ‘Oh God…’
He pulls me down. Bed creaks sharp. Fuck. Too loud. ‘Shh,’ he whispers, lips on mine. Tongue invades. Thick, sucking. Hands knead my tits. Pinch nipples. I grab his shaft. Hot, velvet steel. Stroke slow. He groans into my mouth. Muffled. Good. Light slits through blinds. Streetlamp glows orange. Anyone looking up sees shadows writhing.
Muffled Moans and Hidden Thrusts
His mouth drops. Sucks my tits. Bites gentle. Then lower. Spreads my thighs. Tongue laps my slit. Slurping wet. I bite my lip. No sound. Pussy gushes. He sucks clit. Fingers probe. One in cunt, one in ass. Twist. I whimper. Bedframe scrapes floor. Halt. He freezes. Listens. Silence. Then tongue spears my asshole. Shock. Pleasure rips. Hips buck. Muffled cry.
He rises. Cockhead nudges my lips. I suck. Stretch jaw wide. Salty pre-cum. Gag soft. He pulls out. Positions. Gland splits my folds. Pushes. Inch by inch. ‘Too big,’ I hiss. ‘Shh, pussy stretches.’ Fills me. Balls slap. Full. Stuffed. He rocks slow. Creak-creak. Whispered thrusts. Sweat drips. Tits bounce. Window blinds rattle faint. Voices outside? Freeze. Nothing. Faster now. Slaps skin. Wet squelch.
Flip me doggy. Ass high. Mirror door reflects. White cheeks, black shaft plunging. ‘Look, slut,’ he growls low. Smack ass. Sting. ‘Love black cock?’ ‘Yes,’ pant. ‘Louder.’ Smack. ‘I love your black cock!’ Orgasm crashes. Walls clench. He pulls mat to floor. Quieter. Pounds. Near window. ‘City watches bourgeois whore fucked by nigger.’ Thrill spikes. Cum floods me. Hot jets. I bite pillow. Muffled scream.
He slips out. Cum dribbles. I lick clean. Salty mix. Panting. Dress hasty. Messy. He grins. ‘Tomorrow?’ Nod. Slip out door. Click. Hall empty. Stairs creak under feet. Pass old lady on landing. She nods. Smells my sex? Heart hammers. Home safe. Door shuts. Pussy throbs. Secret burns. Neighbors sleep. I don’t.