Mark Townsend - White captive

He wanted her total surrender tonight and it would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times more meaningful if she were to take him to her. He held his breath and spoke in a whisper.

"Put it in."

And he let his breath slowly out in a long gasp of relief as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between them and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh. She stilled for a moment and he held his breath again in fear she would suddenly regain her senses and twist away from him. It was a long, long second later that he breathed out again in relief as he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating penis and slowly but firmly push up. He gasped, and his lips bared back torturously over his white, ivory-like teeth as the thick black, foreskin peeled back up and she gently pressed the moist sensitive tip of his cock into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina. He could feel the soft blond pubic hair grazing gently against it as it hung poised for entry between the tight, throbbing lips. The hot, smooth warmth was excruciating and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of the heavy pulsating weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh splitting thrust into the helplessly impassioned white girl's quivering and waiting belly.

But he waited.

He waited because she needed it and that's what he had wanted from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination and because he knew he had conquered her soul and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. The chance may never come again and he tortured himself, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great wet, pulsating mass of black and white flesh, to wring from her that one final admission of surrender that would bond them together as long as she lived.

But she had to know it, she had to be conscious of it or it would mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it, and done it because she had desired it more than pride itself. He would be leaving this world tomorrow. He could feel it because after today he had no place to go but he wanted to leave something behind that would make him live and that something would be forever sunk deep in her belly and no matter what she did from that moment on, no matter how many times after wards she was fucked, his cock would always be there with the others. She would remember and that would make him alive again but she just had to know it, she had to feel it within every pore in her body when he gave it to her and there was only one way.

Susan lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive making it's way up a steep and unclimbable incline. Her body ached and she was vaguely aware of a great black form hovering over her. Her legs and loins were wide apart and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure that she herself remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago and she hungered. Hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though it were a ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed. Other animals were being fed and she could hear their cries of hungry feast in the distance, merged with the tortured squeak of rusty and ancient bedsprings in an adjacent room. Dim pictures of a tan, tortured form that she had seen ages ago, being crushed and mutilated beyond all recognition between black sweating bodies of ebony flickered through her hazy mind increasing the intensity of the weird pleasurable hunger a thousand times more than when it started.

The negro levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the slowly, undulating body of the white girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded oval shaped with tiny wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping from around the soft pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between the contrasting color of their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hardness pressed blackly into the liquid saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of blond against glistening black that caused his cock to throb involuntarily against her.

"Ooooooooh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet, moist contact grow closer.

He strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished white Goddess on a stake. There was too much of her that he had not tasted and he wanted it all. He would never have the chance again.

He looked down at her large firm titties swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. They excited him and he had to have them in some way. He slithered forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently placed his throbbing black cock in the narrow cleft between them so that her warm flesh enclosed it on both sides.

Her eyes opened momentarily but flickered shut again quickly as though she too were afraid of the strange spell that hung over the room. Her mouth still hung open crooning softly into the dim light the candle cast.

Duke's hands shook and he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges of white that stood up between their blackness like the whiteness of a moon in the dark sky. He kneaded and stretched at them watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they met across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white rounded, tits. As he pushed, the blue-black head of his cock appeared at the far end of the warm, soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid seeping from it in his excitement.

He kept up the slow rocking motion between her quivering breasts for several minutes, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt into a great gushing fountain of sperm before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still for a moment and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing mounds so warmly surrounding him. He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his cock together, one against the other, watching with bared teeth as they jerked and throbbed into a greater hardness that he had not thought possible. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction it was having upon her.

It was electrifying!

Her eyes were open now and gazed unseeing up into the darkness of the ceiling. A thin smoky-veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils. Her hips and ass writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside of them. She was completely out of control and Duke knew that nothing he did now would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging out of control in her vagina.

There was just one thing more before he fucked her.

His eyes locked on her full red sensuous lips still muttering nothings out into the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire.