Martin Jones - Black captain

How strange to find herself licking her lips in anticipation, but she was! She cupped the bloated sac of sperm as though she were bringing flowers to the altar of the Gods. Her lips kissed the underside of the moist head, and Happy quivered like a powerful wild stallion at bay. Then her pink tongue lashed wetly out, making maddening circles around the entire head of the lust-swollen cock. Her own body reacted. It trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the hard cock. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself. She thrilled to the residual taste of the sweet soap, of his love secretions, and of the taste of her own cunt. Feeling as though at last she were somehow completing a circle of life itself, she took his rocky cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her velvet cheeks.

Captain Happy's black hands dropped to Eflo's short hair and pulled her even closer to him. He almost had time to recall how her hair had been long and flowing in the old days, but she began running her tongue along the underside of his cock, and the sensations were causing great thunderheads to build up in his belly.

"Suck it," he panted, "Eflo, suck it!" He lifted his right leg from the floor and, without pulling away from her, placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later he was straddling her tits and kneeling above her face. He began jerking his loins forward at her beauty in the motion of fucking.

Eflo cupped his asscheeks in the palms of her hands. Ah yes, she liked him in this position. It gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that vibrant wonderful prick. She slavered up and down, instinct telling her to use her tongue and teeth against the head.

The head of the Whitelaw Estates slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her lips, like the voracious lips of a hot, hairless cunt, slid along the trunk. Praise to the spirits of life, he thought in wonderment, nothing had ever felt this good before although it was not the first time it had ever been done to him. He could tell that she was obviously inexperienced in this type of thing as she had better be, but the heat of her mouth and the way she used her long tongue was absolutely fantastic.

Yes, he had been having his blow jobs from women. After all, he was now a Head of State, and he knew women who were masters of the technique. He cared not at all where they had learned the art or what man had taught them. Eflo was different. He wanted her with no other man. At least he felt that way so far.

Captain Happy knew that he was going to cum soon. Already his boiling cauldron of semen was beginning to seek avenues of escape. He put both hands on his hips and straightened his shoulders so he could look straight down at her as he sawed in and out of her mouth just as though he were fucking her hot, clasping cunt. Her firm lips were tightly stretched around the blood-infused, veined shaft which fucked into her. It was so tight around the lust-bloated cock that the flesh of her inner mouth was pulled out like the hot opening of a volcanic crater each time he made a withdrawal.

The ecstatic Eflo, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his muttering, "You better stop, or I'm going to cum!" She merely sucked harder. What was happening to her? She wanted to taste his sperm. She wanted the boiling eruption in her mouth. Yet… what would her beloved Happy think of her? Reluctantly, she unfastened her lips from around his desire-throbbing cock. When she looked up at him, the big man seemed at least ten feet tall, staring down at her as though his head were up there among the fine white moldings of the fancy ceiling. He was breathing rapidly, and she could see his stomach muscles quivering as he fought for control. She swallowed and forced herself to ask him.

"Do you want to… want to cum in my mouth?" she whispered.

Now the Head of State had no qualms about asking whatever he wished, but he had to fight a battle within himself. He wanted very much to cum in that beautiful mouth. Put at the same time, he wanted to fuck her, perhaps because it was their old habit and he had not been with her for so long. Maybe he could sleep after this, and when he woke up, there would be a little time for other things before the hostages were brought. Right now, though, there was one thing he wanted more than any other.

"I prefer to fuck you," he said firmly. "I want to fuck you between the legs!"

"Aaahhh, darling," Eflo murmured, forgetting his position and her fears in a surge of the old feeling they used to share. Then she was amazed that the term of endearment had slipped out from her lips. Oh well, she also abruptly realized there was an unfulfilled feeling down in her pulsating cunt. The feeling rapidly swept away all other desire. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to be a part of her, of her to be part of him. She wanted them joined like before, in tucking.

"Oooohhh, do it now! Happy! Fuck me now!" she repeated and opened her legs wide to receive him.

Putting his big hands down between her knees, Happy pushed them back until they were against the pillow. Her tight defenseless pussy was revealed beneath him, the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement, the inner lips pumping out a viscous lubricant, and the large red clitoris engorged with blood so that even the dark color of the skin could not hide its redness. The captain put the swollen head of his throbbing prick against the hot moistened lips of her cunt. He pushed forward, and the blood-filled head parted the still wet curls of black pubic hair and slipped easily down through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips.

"Oooooohhhh," she crooned, and her eyelids flickered in rapture.

"Do you like that?" he asked, not really needing any assurance but wanting to hear her admit it.

"Oh, yes, Happy," she cried exultantly. "It is so beautiful!"

The big man pushed in a bit further. He knew he had to take this in easy stages because of the new position that was one which would permit him to go at least two inches deeper in her, but too rapid an entry would result in pain or injury. So when he had gotten about three inches inside her, he began slow withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerkings of his prick. He felt a responding twitch from her defensively clasping cuntal walls.

"Uuuuuhhhh," she panted, and tried to rock back and forth on the granite rod hanging down between her legs. The love-starved woman could feel his scrotum tingling against her nakedly exposed, uplifted ass, and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with fevered joyousness. Happy had begun fucking in and out and she was sure she had taken all he had, not realizing that he was less than five inches into her. She could feel the head of his lusty cock pressing against the cervix, apparently trying to gnaw its way into her womb. The iron-rigid shaft rubbed the inside of her hungry cunt like an animal rubs its furry back hard against the ground to scratch a persistent itch.

"Ooooohhhh," the beautiful Eflo wailed, for now he was diving even deeper. "You… you're hurrrtttiiingggg," she began, but then she felt his pubic hair tickling against the backs of her thighs and knew that he was in as far as he could go. Joyously she realized she had taken all of him. She had wondered if she could any more, but they were still a perfect fit! Now his movements became really masterful. She could feel him in complete command of the situation, and so she lay there, grinding her full rounded asscheeks around in tiny teasing circles as he fucked in and out of her body like a pounding hammer.

Eflo's mind screamed out an insane delight as she felt her entire belly afire. Nothing she had ever known had ever been so wonderful, so wild, so free. She knew she would never leave him no matter how many countries he wanted to make, and she was almost sure that he would never leave her! She was really being fucked at long last, and she was responding even more hotly, more tempestuously than ever before, full of fire for the man she loved. It was a tribute to the captain's fucking ability that she forgot all about the way of life she was tolerating for his sake, the hostages that by now had been taken, and even the fact that he might never get around to her again!