Donna Finds Liberation
Donna had always been the picture of suburban composure, the kind of woman people pointed to when they talked about how things were supposed to look. She grew up in a world where expectations weren’t spoken so much as absorbed: a tidy home, a tidy smile, a tidy life. She learned early how to play her role perfectly. She went to school. Got exemplary grades. Started a successful career. Later she left the professional world behind for one as a dutiful homemaker. She became a flawless hostess, mastering polite conversation, seasonal décor, and top notch cooking skills. Her appearance was always impeccable, favoring sexy though always elegant and classy attire, expensive though not gaudy jewelry, and hair and nails that always looked fresh from the salon. She embodied a very specific suburban, conservative, upper middle class ideal.
In college, she’d allowed herself mild rebellion and nothing more. There had been moments of sexual curiosity and flashes of daring, a few impulsive nights and a couple of partners who felt exciting at the time, but nothing that truly broke the rules of the world she lived in. There was a little wildness, but never too much, a little exploration, but always within the lines, a little rebellion, but certainly nothing that could stain her reputation.
Years later, after marriage, routine, and the quiet erosion of her own identity, something unexpected stirred. It was about the part of Donna that had been buried under politeness, responsibility, and the pressure to be the ideal housewife. She’d spent aa good deal of time online on various adult websites, perusing images and videos, reading comments and chatting with strangers. Soon she was exposed to a world of kinks and fetishes she knew were out there, but had always ignored, thinking that those things weren’t proper or acceptable…only to realize that ‘unacceptable’ was exactly what she needed in her life.
On a Saturday afternoon shopping for Christmas gifts for friends and family, she headed to one of her last stops of the day to gather stocking stuffers. She drove through the cramped parking lot looking for a space, though not having much luck due to all of the holiday shoppers who had the same idea as her. She parked off to the side of the building, away from where most of the cars were, hoping to save herself a little time and distance walking to the store. Donna, as always, performed a last minute check in the rearview mirror to confirm her makeup was on point, exited her car and used her dark tinted windows to check her outfit. Cute white button blouse showing just enough cleavage to say “hi there” but not so much that it said “I’m easy.” Tight form-fitting blue jeans. And of course her trademark heels to top it off. Satisfied that she looked presentable and even giving herself a little “you still got it, girl” wink to her reflection, she honked the horn using her key fob to let anyone nearby know that her car alarm was activated and headed for the store.
Two black men stood near the loading area, joking loudly, their voices carrying across the asphalt. As she walked away from her car, one of them tossed a remark her way, “ Damn, girl. Bet your old man don’t know what to do with all that!” He was bold and unfiltered, the kind of comment she would once have found offensive. Instead of recoiling, Donna felt a jolt of something she hadn’t felt in years: being seen. Not as a wife, not as a symbol of “proper” suburban expectations, but as a woman. A woman desired by two rough, muscular, strapping younger black men. She glanced at them with an air of confidence as though she had neither the time or patience for them.
The second man added something even cruder. “Hell ya, cuz. Lady is fine! I got something to take care of horny housewives like that,” he said grabbing a handful of his crotch and looking her up and down. The heat rose in her chest, not embarrassment but a dangerous curiosity.
Donna wasn’t used to being spoken to so boldly, certainly not by strangers and not in the tone these two men used. Where she was from this simply wasn’t allowed. Forbidden even. They skipped polite small talk and spoke with unfiltered swagger, tossing out comments about how a woman like her deserved what they had to offer. It wasn’t sexual in detail, but it was unmistakably suggestive, and instead of indignation, she felt a jolt of curiosity. Her first instinct was outrage, her second disbelief, and her third, the one she didn’t want to admit, fascination. Their behavior was crude and inappropriate, and somehow liberating.
She lifted her chin, met their eyes, and said, “You boys ever heard the saying ‘talk is cheap’?” The surprise on their faces sent her heart hammering. She didn’t know what she was inviting or why she was doing it. She only knew she was tired of being predictable. She wasn’t asking for anything explicit and wasn’t even sure what she wanted, only that she wanted something real and unscripted. The challenge hung in the air. She felt reckless. Electric. Dirty. Aroused. Alive.
Her decision to engage rather than flee caught them off guard and slightly in shock. She didn’t know what possessed her to turn toward the narrow passage between the store and the loading dock. Maybe it was adrenaline or the way they looked at her with primal lust. Whatever it was, she walked first, deliberately and seductively. The men exchanged a look and followed. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as they ogled her from behind, watching her hips sway and her ass shake. She liked their eyes on her, watching her like wild animals hunting for their first meal in weeks. The alley was dim and quiet except for the hum of a distant refrigeration unit. She turned to face them, her back against the cool brick, and told them to show her what they meant. “Well?” She asked, “What exactly is you believe you’ve got that you think I need?” It wasn’t a flirtation or an invitation. She was simply matching their energy, seeing how they would respond.
Now somewhat unsure and even suspicious, one of them asked if she was sure she was ready. Donna lifted her chin and grinned, folding her arms in a look of impatience, looking down at their crotches and raising her eyebrows as if to say “Let’s get on with it.” For once, she was being was being herself, or at least the version she’d never allowed to exist. Confident, powerful and in control of her own desires. She watched intently as one of them reached for his fly and began to unzip his fly and reach into his pants. The other followed suit as his friend released a dark. Semi-hard cock. Then the other stood before her holding his cock as well.
“This what you wanted to see?” One of the asked. “Bet you don’t get to see a lot of black dick, do you?”
She pondered how to respond to the question. Of course she didn’t see a lot. She’d never seen one at all. Not in person. She’d only seen them in porn, and she’d always thought that those men were exceptions. Anomalies really only found in the seedy porn world. But she was quickly learning that it wasn’t just in those videos where what she’d always thought to be nothing more than a stereotype proved to be true. They didn’t even look to be fully erect and already they were both bigger than her husband could ever dream of being. This is what men SHOULD look like, she thought to herself. But she was playing a fun game, and she wanted to continue enjoying her newfound freedom, so she played it cool and responded as though she were only slightly impressed.
“Is that it?” She asked. “Do they get bigger? I was hoping for more.” Knowing all-too-well that it was more than she’d ever imagined seeing up close.
“Well it’s time for you to find out,” one of them said and stepped closer, grabbing her hand and guiding it to his cock. She let out a sigh as she wrapped her fingers around his warm cock. She licked her dry lips and swallowed, standing there in front of him, unconsciously stroking his growing cock slowly. She stared at it, marveling at its size. She guessed it to be eight or nine inches of pure manhood and it felt like it weighed as much as one of the dumbbells she worked out with in the gym. The other, who’d been watching, now held his own hard cock in his hand as he stepped forward, and she took his cock in his hand as well, realizing that he was a bit longer, as if that was even possible.
She let the moment swallow her, the danger, the thrill, the raw attention focused entirely on her. She didn’t even have to think. She knew what they wanted. And she was prepared to let them have it. She slowly dropped down to her knees and leaned in and accepted her first black cock between her lips. She closed her eyes as she slid her lips down the length of his hard shaft. His thickness made it difficult for her to get far. She rolled her tongue all over the base of his cock while she slowly worked back and forth on his cock. She was aware of how much she was struggling taking all of him. But she didn’t care. She was determined and continued to suck him in and out while she stroked the other. She reveled in the struggle. It suddenly seemed like that was just how it was supposed to be. Men should be well endowed and know how to use their endowments well. It was the proper order of things.
She looked up at them both standing over her with their hard black cocks sticking out of their open flies. “That’s it, girl.” The one with his cock in her mouth praised her. “Damn that pretty mouth really knows how to suck a big dick.” She continued to work, making slurping noises and taking as much as she could, realizing that while she could easily take all of her husband, she was only managing half of this massive specimen of manhood before her.
“Let me get in on this, bro,” the other said as he grabbed Donna’s hair and pulled her to his cock. He didn’t wait for her to give him pleasure. He was determined to get it on his own as he pushed his cock past her lips and made her gag as he pushed down her throat. She mumbled something incoherent as he moaned out, “Ahhh fuck yeah. Suck it, slut,” he said, as she moaned around his cock, pleased with the way he was talking to her so inappropriately. He laughed and looked at his friend and said, “Oh she likes that, Bro.”
Soon the two of them were taking turns using her mouth. Pulling her hair and making her take them deeper down her throat than she ever thought she could even handle. But she realized how much she loved that she was able to take what they were giving as well as she was. She could really only take about half of both of them, but she’d settled into a rhythm and could now handle them both bottoming out at the back of her throat. She gagged occasionally, sucking loudly and making a bit of a mess and was now coming to a crossroads. She wanted them to cum. She wanted to take them over the edge with her mouth and watch the cum for her. But she truly wanted to feel them inside her. She could feel how wet she was from her encounter, and as she sucked and licked their massive cocks, the aching between her legs was hard to resist.
She didn’t need to make that decision though, as while one was in her mouth, the other got tired of waiting his turn. “Man, I gotta have a piece of this prime white pussy,” he said, pulling her up and pushing her against the wall as he reached around fumbling to loosen her jeans.
Now she knew it was inevitable. And she wanted it to happen. She needed it. So now instead of waiting for him to figure out how to get her belt and pants unbuttoned, she did it for him and pulled her pants and panties down to mid-thigh, bending over and putting her hands on the hard brick wall of the building. “God yes…please do it,” she told him. “Fuck me hard.”
He wasted no time and she immediately felt his rough hands spread her ass apart and his hard black cock, slick with her saliva, pushing into her pussy from behind as he grabbed her hips for leverage. She moaned loudly and told him what he needed to hear for inspiration to give her the fucking she had been needing for years. “Ohhhhh, my god, you’re really stretching me! It’s so big!”
He worked his cock in and began pumping away, grunting and telling his buddy how good she felt. “Damn, man. This is some tight pussy.”
She liked being talk to and about that way. “You like it, honey?” She asked. “I don’t ever get black cock…UH…but I’m betting you…OH… don’t get…UNFF…to fuck forbidden white pussy, do you? Oooooo…OH MY GOD, YES!” He kept a steady pace, reaching under her and managing to pull one of her large breasts free from her blouse and bra, squeezing it and pulling her nipple.
The other man who’d been stroking his cock while he watched decided he too had had enough waiting and again grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head to his cock. Knowing what he was after, she willingly took his throbbing cock back into her warm mouth and took as much as she could down her throat. Together they rhythmically slid their cocks in and out of her. Sometimes she took it into her mouth while the cock inside her pulled out, and they continued in tandem like that. Other times they both began to push in at the same time and then back out. It was heaven for her. There was so much big, virile manhood, and it was all for her, and she loved how she was able to take everything they had to offer. The thought of how she must look, what her husband would say, and how wonderful it felt took over, and she began to buck wildly as she came in a miraculous orgasm as the cock inside her continue to pump.
She let out a loud moan and stopped sucking on the black cock in her mouth to let them know she was there, “Ohhhh god yyyesssss, I’m cumming! YES! That’s it. God, don’t stop, it’s ssooo gooood!” Suddenly she felt the first waves of cum from the man who’d been in her mouth splash across her face as he stood in front of her stroking himself. “Oh my god yes, give it to me, “ she told him as she looked up at him, watching him stroke himself vigorously. “Shoot it all over me! I want all your cum, “ She coached him on as she watched him stroking his huge cock, covering her face and hair with wave after wave of his potent seed. When he was done, he stood there panting as his friend continued to pump his cock in and out of her, pushing his still hard cock back into her mouth, making her taste his cum.
Donna was out of breath and sore, but she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted, and she told him. “That’s it. Come on. Fuck me good. Shoot your cum inside me. Please. I want it.” She loved letting go and acting and talking this way and loved that she was saying it to two black strangers. Twice as “wrong” in the conservative life that she led.
“Yeah, slut,” he grunted, and he held her hips and fucked her hard. They made loud slapping noises that echoed in the alley, and finally he grabbed her hair hard with both hands and pushed in as hard and as deep as he could, letting out a loud grunt. “Unnnh!!” And suddenly he stopped. And she could feel his cock pulsing, shooting wave after wave inside her.
“Ohhhhh. yessssss.” She purred as she felt his warm seed flood her. He gave her so much that she could feel it flowing out around his cock and down her now shaking thighs. Still inside her, he said to his friend, “Damn, bruh. That’s some choice white pussy,” and they high fived as he pulled out of her.
Fully satisfied and glowing from her magnificent orgasm and newfound sense of power and confidence, Donna pulled her pants up and straightened her blouse. “She looked at both of them, spent cocks still hanging out of their pants, and simply said, “Thank you, boys. I had no idea how much I really needed that.” And she headed for her car, wondering how she’d clean up the sweat and sticky cum and manage to finish her shopping.
In college, she’d allowed herself mild rebellion and nothing more. There had been moments of sexual curiosity and flashes of daring, a few impulsive nights and a couple of partners who felt exciting at the time, but nothing that truly broke the rules of the world she lived in. There was a little wildness, but never too much, a little exploration, but always within the lines, a little rebellion, but certainly nothing that could stain her reputation.
Years later, after marriage, routine, and the quiet erosion of her own identity, something unexpected stirred. It was about the part of Donna that had been buried under politeness, responsibility, and the pressure to be the ideal housewife. She’d spent aa good deal of time online on various adult websites, perusing images and videos, reading comments and chatting with strangers. Soon she was exposed to a world of kinks and fetishes she knew were out there, but had always ignored, thinking that those things weren’t proper or acceptable…only to realize that ‘unacceptable’ was exactly what she needed in her life.
On a Saturday afternoon shopping for Christmas gifts for friends and family, she headed to one of her last stops of the day to gather stocking stuffers. She drove through the cramped parking lot looking for a space, though not having much luck due to all of the holiday shoppers who had the same idea as her. She parked off to the side of the building, away from where most of the cars were, hoping to save herself a little time and distance walking to the store. Donna, as always, performed a last minute check in the rearview mirror to confirm her makeup was on point, exited her car and used her dark tinted windows to check her outfit. Cute white button blouse showing just enough cleavage to say “hi there” but not so much that it said “I’m easy.” Tight form-fitting blue jeans. And of course her trademark heels to top it off. Satisfied that she looked presentable and even giving herself a little “you still got it, girl” wink to her reflection, she honked the horn using her key fob to let anyone nearby know that her car alarm was activated and headed for the store.
Two black men stood near the loading area, joking loudly, their voices carrying across the asphalt. As she walked away from her car, one of them tossed a remark her way, “ Damn, girl. Bet your old man don’t know what to do with all that!” He was bold and unfiltered, the kind of comment she would once have found offensive. Instead of recoiling, Donna felt a jolt of something she hadn’t felt in years: being seen. Not as a wife, not as a symbol of “proper” suburban expectations, but as a woman. A woman desired by two rough, muscular, strapping younger black men. She glanced at them with an air of confidence as though she had neither the time or patience for them.
The second man added something even cruder. “Hell ya, cuz. Lady is fine! I got something to take care of horny housewives like that,” he said grabbing a handful of his crotch and looking her up and down. The heat rose in her chest, not embarrassment but a dangerous curiosity.
Donna wasn’t used to being spoken to so boldly, certainly not by strangers and not in the tone these two men used. Where she was from this simply wasn’t allowed. Forbidden even. They skipped polite small talk and spoke with unfiltered swagger, tossing out comments about how a woman like her deserved what they had to offer. It wasn’t sexual in detail, but it was unmistakably suggestive, and instead of indignation, she felt a jolt of curiosity. Her first instinct was outrage, her second disbelief, and her third, the one she didn’t want to admit, fascination. Their behavior was crude and inappropriate, and somehow liberating.
She lifted her chin, met their eyes, and said, “You boys ever heard the saying ‘talk is cheap’?” The surprise on their faces sent her heart hammering. She didn’t know what she was inviting or why she was doing it. She only knew she was tired of being predictable. She wasn’t asking for anything explicit and wasn’t even sure what she wanted, only that she wanted something real and unscripted. The challenge hung in the air. She felt reckless. Electric. Dirty. Aroused. Alive.
Her decision to engage rather than flee caught them off guard and slightly in shock. She didn’t know what possessed her to turn toward the narrow passage between the store and the loading dock. Maybe it was adrenaline or the way they looked at her with primal lust. Whatever it was, she walked first, deliberately and seductively. The men exchanged a look and followed. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as they ogled her from behind, watching her hips sway and her ass shake. She liked their eyes on her, watching her like wild animals hunting for their first meal in weeks. The alley was dim and quiet except for the hum of a distant refrigeration unit. She turned to face them, her back against the cool brick, and told them to show her what they meant. “Well?” She asked, “What exactly is you believe you’ve got that you think I need?” It wasn’t a flirtation or an invitation. She was simply matching their energy, seeing how they would respond.
Now somewhat unsure and even suspicious, one of them asked if she was sure she was ready. Donna lifted her chin and grinned, folding her arms in a look of impatience, looking down at their crotches and raising her eyebrows as if to say “Let’s get on with it.” For once, she was being was being herself, or at least the version she’d never allowed to exist. Confident, powerful and in control of her own desires. She watched intently as one of them reached for his fly and began to unzip his fly and reach into his pants. The other followed suit as his friend released a dark. Semi-hard cock. Then the other stood before her holding his cock as well.
“This what you wanted to see?” One of the asked. “Bet you don’t get to see a lot of black dick, do you?”
She pondered how to respond to the question. Of course she didn’t see a lot. She’d never seen one at all. Not in person. She’d only seen them in porn, and she’d always thought that those men were exceptions. Anomalies really only found in the seedy porn world. But she was quickly learning that it wasn’t just in those videos where what she’d always thought to be nothing more than a stereotype proved to be true. They didn’t even look to be fully erect and already they were both bigger than her husband could ever dream of being. This is what men SHOULD look like, she thought to herself. But she was playing a fun game, and she wanted to continue enjoying her newfound freedom, so she played it cool and responded as though she were only slightly impressed.
“Is that it?” She asked. “Do they get bigger? I was hoping for more.” Knowing all-too-well that it was more than she’d ever imagined seeing up close.
“Well it’s time for you to find out,” one of them said and stepped closer, grabbing her hand and guiding it to his cock. She let out a sigh as she wrapped her fingers around his warm cock. She licked her dry lips and swallowed, standing there in front of him, unconsciously stroking his growing cock slowly. She stared at it, marveling at its size. She guessed it to be eight or nine inches of pure manhood and it felt like it weighed as much as one of the dumbbells she worked out with in the gym. The other, who’d been watching, now held his own hard cock in his hand as he stepped forward, and she took his cock in his hand as well, realizing that he was a bit longer, as if that was even possible.
She let the moment swallow her, the danger, the thrill, the raw attention focused entirely on her. She didn’t even have to think. She knew what they wanted. And she was prepared to let them have it. She slowly dropped down to her knees and leaned in and accepted her first black cock between her lips. She closed her eyes as she slid her lips down the length of his hard shaft. His thickness made it difficult for her to get far. She rolled her tongue all over the base of his cock while she slowly worked back and forth on his cock. She was aware of how much she was struggling taking all of him. But she didn’t care. She was determined and continued to suck him in and out while she stroked the other. She reveled in the struggle. It suddenly seemed like that was just how it was supposed to be. Men should be well endowed and know how to use their endowments well. It was the proper order of things.
She looked up at them both standing over her with their hard black cocks sticking out of their open flies. “That’s it, girl.” The one with his cock in her mouth praised her. “Damn that pretty mouth really knows how to suck a big dick.” She continued to work, making slurping noises and taking as much as she could, realizing that while she could easily take all of her husband, she was only managing half of this massive specimen of manhood before her.
“Let me get in on this, bro,” the other said as he grabbed Donna’s hair and pulled her to his cock. He didn’t wait for her to give him pleasure. He was determined to get it on his own as he pushed his cock past her lips and made her gag as he pushed down her throat. She mumbled something incoherent as he moaned out, “Ahhh fuck yeah. Suck it, slut,” he said, as she moaned around his cock, pleased with the way he was talking to her so inappropriately. He laughed and looked at his friend and said, “Oh she likes that, Bro.”
Soon the two of them were taking turns using her mouth. Pulling her hair and making her take them deeper down her throat than she ever thought she could even handle. But she realized how much she loved that she was able to take what they were giving as well as she was. She could really only take about half of both of them, but she’d settled into a rhythm and could now handle them both bottoming out at the back of her throat. She gagged occasionally, sucking loudly and making a bit of a mess and was now coming to a crossroads. She wanted them to cum. She wanted to take them over the edge with her mouth and watch the cum for her. But she truly wanted to feel them inside her. She could feel how wet she was from her encounter, and as she sucked and licked their massive cocks, the aching between her legs was hard to resist.
She didn’t need to make that decision though, as while one was in her mouth, the other got tired of waiting his turn. “Man, I gotta have a piece of this prime white pussy,” he said, pulling her up and pushing her against the wall as he reached around fumbling to loosen her jeans.
Now she knew it was inevitable. And she wanted it to happen. She needed it. So now instead of waiting for him to figure out how to get her belt and pants unbuttoned, she did it for him and pulled her pants and panties down to mid-thigh, bending over and putting her hands on the hard brick wall of the building. “God yes…please do it,” she told him. “Fuck me hard.”
He wasted no time and she immediately felt his rough hands spread her ass apart and his hard black cock, slick with her saliva, pushing into her pussy from behind as he grabbed her hips for leverage. She moaned loudly and told him what he needed to hear for inspiration to give her the fucking she had been needing for years. “Ohhhhh, my god, you’re really stretching me! It’s so big!”
He worked his cock in and began pumping away, grunting and telling his buddy how good she felt. “Damn, man. This is some tight pussy.”
She liked being talk to and about that way. “You like it, honey?” She asked. “I don’t ever get black cock…UH…but I’m betting you…OH… don’t get…UNFF…to fuck forbidden white pussy, do you? Oooooo…OH MY GOD, YES!” He kept a steady pace, reaching under her and managing to pull one of her large breasts free from her blouse and bra, squeezing it and pulling her nipple.
The other man who’d been stroking his cock while he watched decided he too had had enough waiting and again grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head to his cock. Knowing what he was after, she willingly took his throbbing cock back into her warm mouth and took as much as she could down her throat. Together they rhythmically slid their cocks in and out of her. Sometimes she took it into her mouth while the cock inside her pulled out, and they continued in tandem like that. Other times they both began to push in at the same time and then back out. It was heaven for her. There was so much big, virile manhood, and it was all for her, and she loved how she was able to take everything they had to offer. The thought of how she must look, what her husband would say, and how wonderful it felt took over, and she began to buck wildly as she came in a miraculous orgasm as the cock inside her continue to pump.
She let out a loud moan and stopped sucking on the black cock in her mouth to let them know she was there, “Ohhhh god yyyesssss, I’m cumming! YES! That’s it. God, don’t stop, it’s ssooo gooood!” Suddenly she felt the first waves of cum from the man who’d been in her mouth splash across her face as he stood in front of her stroking himself. “Oh my god yes, give it to me, “ she told him as she looked up at him, watching him stroke himself vigorously. “Shoot it all over me! I want all your cum, “ She coached him on as she watched him stroking his huge cock, covering her face and hair with wave after wave of his potent seed. When he was done, he stood there panting as his friend continued to pump his cock in and out of her, pushing his still hard cock back into her mouth, making her taste his cum.
Donna was out of breath and sore, but she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted, and she told him. “That’s it. Come on. Fuck me good. Shoot your cum inside me. Please. I want it.” She loved letting go and acting and talking this way and loved that she was saying it to two black strangers. Twice as “wrong” in the conservative life that she led.
“Yeah, slut,” he grunted, and he held her hips and fucked her hard. They made loud slapping noises that echoed in the alley, and finally he grabbed her hair hard with both hands and pushed in as hard and as deep as he could, letting out a loud grunt. “Unnnh!!” And suddenly he stopped. And she could feel his cock pulsing, shooting wave after wave inside her.
“Ohhhhh. yessssss.” She purred as she felt his warm seed flood her. He gave her so much that she could feel it flowing out around his cock and down her now shaking thighs. Still inside her, he said to his friend, “Damn, bruh. That’s some choice white pussy,” and they high fived as he pulled out of her.
Fully satisfied and glowing from her magnificent orgasm and newfound sense of power and confidence, Donna pulled her pants up and straightened her blouse. “She looked at both of them, spent cocks still hanging out of their pants, and simply said, “Thank you, boys. I had no idea how much I really needed that.” And she headed for her car, wondering how she’d clean up the sweat and sticky cum and manage to finish her shopping.
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