The Courtship of Kysa
(ff/M, hum, cuck, tease)

by Kysa Braswell and Hank
Sex Fiction www.sex-fiction.com with Kysa Stories

   
Some people would say that I've let things get too far out of hand. I guess they would be right if I were a different kind of man. That is, if I didn't know that's the way my marriage to Kysa was going to be right from the start. But I did, or at least I anticipated it would be VERY similar to the arrangement we are currently living with!

Let me clarify. Kysa is the first woman I've known who knows about ALL of my fantasies. We first were introduced to one another via a web site she was hosting. Her site was dedicated to her lust for men, in particular well-hung black men. Many men, like me, gravitated to her page as individuals who aren't threatened by their mates having sexual intercourse with others. In fact, we're TURNED ON by the fact that our mate (or mate-to-be) has unprotected intercourse and runs the risk of pregnancy from the fertile sperm that is deposited within the womb of our loved ones. We are, and in particular, I am, a self-proclaimed, a whole-hearted cuckold. Now at 40 years of age, I know this is the kind of man I was meant to be.

In my previous marriages, my ex-wives each cheated on me. While I suspected and pretty well knew this, I wouldn't admit that their behavior excited me. I had no conclusive proof of suspicions, but I masturbated to the notion that it could be true. I dared not confront the situation head-on for fear that either of them would leave. As it turned out they both left and I was left with a rich fantasy life, but no woman to share my thoughts or fantasies with.

I wrote several stories for Kysa's web page around my past life as well as the life I would like to be living. I learned from Kysa that she wanted to be married to a white guy but she VERY much intended to fuck numerous black men after she was married to the right guy. She even intended to have babies by her lovers and NOT her husband! Her openness was a blessing and it was easy to tell her of my fantasies. I no longer feared the ridicule that a lover could bestow upon her mate, but rather found myself welcoming that kind of humiliation!

I had in the past imagined that my ex-wives would get pregnant by their lovers, but I never imagined it being more than accidental; an accident that I would probably not know about. To admit openly to Kysa that I would be willing to let this happen and that I would be willing to let her children be raised as mine, even though everyone would obviously know that I was not the father, was something that I was VERY open to doing. Kysa was like a Godsend and I imagined myself conspiring to make her fantasies a reality!

I masturbated every time I wrote a story with Kysa in mind! Kysa posted and sent me a few photos of herself. I couldn't believe that such a gorgeous woman might be interested in me, especially given that she was half my age! Our similar interests and fantasies were uncanny. Each night before I slept, I jacked-off to her photos and the image that she might at that moment be getting fucked by a well-endowed cock that was leaving its fertile seed in her cunt.

The fact that Kysa was deaf presented no difficulty in me pursuing an interest in Kysa whatsoever. What attracted me to Kysa was her openness, candidness and ability to communicate so openly in other ways. Even if I suspected that Kysa and I wouldn't fuck much, I knew that her pussy would be VERY satisfied by my tongue and the cock of her other lovers, while my cock would be satisfied by her loving blowjobs and my own hand! She admitted to a cum fetish that keeps her sucking cock just for the thrill of swallowing a man's load.

I'm sure Kysa was quite unsure about meeting me and indeed it took several months before she would truly entertain the idea. Leslie, her roommate, had tended to be overprotective and 'screen' her dates. Her mom was the same way, going out of her way to protect her daughter. I communicated via E-Mail with her and tried to gain her confidence that I was truly genuine in my intentions to be with her. Kysa finally allowed me to travel to Kansas City so that we could meet in person but promised nothing more.

One thing I learned more than anything else was that Kysa had less of a hang-up about our age difference than I did. She believed that,

"Age is in your brain, as long as you're not hung up on looks... Some people who are in their 20's live like they're retiring in five years! And people who are in there 60's who are open to wonder and novelty, find the world a fun place."

I think I was more nervous to get the opportunity to meet Kysa than she was of me. For my part, it was a fear of rejection. In Kysa's case, I'm sure it was more on the side of caution that I might be more of a pervert than I had presented myself. However, I boldly asked Kysa to meet me wearing a VERY short dress. For several nights after she agreed to meet me, my tongue salivated at the opportunity to go down between her sweet thighs.

I booked a flight to Kansas City to coincide with a weekend. I planned to stay four nights even knowing that my time with Kysa might only last an hour. I was feeling confident that once Kysa had met me in person she could ascertain that I was indeed as real as when we chatted via E-Mail. Kysa had suggested a restaurant where we could meet for lunch on Friday and from there I determined that the Embassy Suites seemed close enough on West 43rd Street. Secretly, I had hoped to lure her to my room during my stay and wanted to make it as close to where she lived as I could and as elegant! The only problem was that I had no real idea short of the location of the restaurant where she actually lived!

On Friday I arrived at the restaurant thirty minutes prior to our scheduled meeting. One would think that I was trying to impress Kysa by being so punctual, but the real reason was that I wanted to have the opportunity to ogle her as she approached the table. I indicated to the hostess that there would be a guest joining me and found a table that offered both views outside the establishment as well as one towards the door. I closely watched every car pull up to the restaurant with great anticipation to the moment at hand.

Finally, I spotted a very attractive brunette exit the passenger side of a car followed by another woman with dirty blonde hair from the driver's side. Both were quite young in their appearance, but the brunette immediately got my attention. She wore a VERY short loose, black skirt that left her legs exposed twelve inches above her knees and a tight fitting white halter blouse that was tied in the front exposing her midriff and unbuttoned daringly low in the front. My palms sweated as I realized that she was Kysa! I assumed from my chats that the other girl with her must be Leslie, her roommate. My mouth grew dry as I watched the two approach, drinking in Kysa's ever increasing beauty. My cock twitched in excitement as I realized that Kysa was definitely the dark redhead she had proclaimed to be. The photos that Kysa had sent me didn't do her justice - she has a stunning presence in person!

My heart skipped a beat as Leslie and Kysa were being escorted to the table. All the words and introductions I had mentally prepared for this moment suddenly flew out of my head as I was bewitched by Kysa. I stood and nervously introduced myself to each, never taking my eyes off of Kysa's warm brown intoxicating eyes. Certainly I had ogled her on the way in, but now she cast a captivating smile that had me transfixed. Before I realized it, Leslie was tugging at Kysa and asking me to sit down. I felt as if I had already blown the date before it had even begun. We finally sat in the booth table with Leslie to one side of me and Kysa the other, only closer. We chatted small talk for several minutes about my trip, the weather, etc., with Leslie acting as an interpreter to every thing I was saying to Kysa. I had studied how to sign, but I felt as if it would be inappropriate to try to fumble through lunch this way when Leslie was doing the signing for me. The one thing I did make a point of was always speaking to Kysa directly so that she could see my lips. I know it was rude to not be speaking to Leslie, but I had come so far to see Kysa and I had no idea if I'd get to see her again!

As I expected, Kysa later ordered a filet mignon for her meal. Only when Kysa broke her gaze from my eyes was I able to dip them and view the magnificence of her nearly exposed breasts. My face blushed bright red when I realized that Kysa had caught me staring and simply smiled. Despite Kysa's claims that her speech tended to be slurred, I was amazed at how well she did enunciate her words. As we began our lunch, Leslie explained that she was with Kysa to protect her, and that she had (with Kysa's mom's permission) put Kysa in her place a few times when she got out of hand or disobeyed either of them. Their fear revolved around Kysa being taken advantage of, especially sexually, since Kysa has to have a man at times. She then informed me that she had been privy to my e-mails and that she had read the stories I had written for Kysa's web page. Now I had no choice but to turn my attention in Leslie's direction.

"They are extremely revealing for a man! I'm quite disturbed that Kysa has agreed to meet a man who openly admits to being such a cuckold, but you do have a way of making that trait somewhat charming. I especially liked the story that you wrote for Kysa that involved her mother finding out about you. I can just imagine her mother's rage when she REALLY does find out about you, IF you make it through this afternoon! Kysa's mom, Rita, is not above pulling Kysa into her room and spanking her just like she did when she was a little girl. I know because I've been at their house when it's happened. And trust me, Rita spanks her really hard."

I could feel Kysa observing my reactions to her roommates demeaning comments, but I kept my cool. After all, that was exactly why I was here to see Kysa; to confirm to her that indeed I was the kind of man she was looking to spend her life with! Suddenly, I felt Kysa's hand touch my inner thigh and slide slowly up towards my crotch. Now I felt that perhaps I was winning Kysa's support! Kysa's hand encircled my limp but growing cock through my pants. As discreetly as possible, I let my hand fall to her leg and noted that Kysa instantly opened her thighs to accommodate my exploring fingers. My cock grew more as my fingers explored higher.

Leslie didn't let anything go unnoticed.

"As you know already Hank, Kysa is quite fixated on men's cocks. In your e-mails you wrote that you were about six inches in length. Now comes the moment of truth! Reach down and unzip your pants and let Kysa find out just how big you really are. Don't get the impression though that you've passed your initial inspection though! We're just trying to determine how honest you've been with Kysa so far!"

I did as Leslie directed me to. Kysa's hand quickly and deftly found its way below my underwear. As she did so, the tip of my index finger found Kysa's crotch. I was astonished to realize that she wore no underwear as I quickly slid my hand deeper between her thighs. I began stroking Kysa's cunt as she encircled my rising cock in her tiny hands. Kysa was very moist as I let my fingers slowly run along her labia. For my part, I began to seep precum at Kysa's delicate but firm touch. I turned and stared into Kysa's eyes again and deliberately dropped my gaze to watch her breasts as the air in her chest caused them to rise and fall. When I raised my head she again had a broad smile on her face. Both my fingers in the warmth of Kysa's pussy and my cock rejoiced at the exhibitionist behavior of lust that I was enjoying! I watched as Kysa's gaze shifted to Leslie and she offered a discreet wink to her. No sooner than the wink had been exchanged did Leslie break the silence of lust that Kysa and I were sharing.

"Apparently, Kysa agrees that you've at least been honest to this point! Now, before you get too excited and cum all over your pants, we're gonna have to excuse ourselves from this lunch. You see, Kysa has a date later, and we have a lot to talk about amongst ourselves. I'm still not sure if you'll be right for Kysa, but I'm quite certain she'll try to convince me otherwise. For now, perhaps you need to go back to your room and relieve yourself. I had Kysa post you a couple of pictures in your e-mail to keep you occupied. We'll contact you via e-mail if she can meet you again! I wouldn't get my hopes up. But Kysa can be very persuasive at times!"

Before I knew it I realized that my 'date' was ending. Leslie reached out for Kysa arm, but Kysa resisted. Instead she looked into my face and moved closer to kiss me. I responded and dove into her lips with the lust of desire and need! Kysa still had her hand on my cock and one of my fingers had managed to penetrate Kysa's cuntal passage while my thumb stroked her clit causing her to gyrate in her seat. I explored the depths of her vagina as my tongue penetrated her open mouth. Leslie gave us a brief moment to lust for one another but soon became impatient and pulled us apart. I quickly zipped my pants and followed them out of the restaurant, throwing my credit card to the hostess as I hastily followed.

I caught up with Kysa and Leslie as they were about to enter the car. I think I somewhat surprised Kysa as I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and smiled broadly to see me standing there. Without hesitation I moved closer, embraced her and kissed her deeply. My still erect cock pushed into her belly as I drew her closer with no resistance. I let my hands roam the small of her back and then caressed her supple but firm ass. Kysa responded passionately to my desires and too reached around and cupped my ass as she pulled me tighter against her. The incident occurred quicker than Leslie could respond. Kysa and I entered our own lustful world just for a few moments before I felt Leslie tugging at me to pull me away from Kysa.

"I said, we'll e-mail you later! All you're doing is making sure that her date gets to feel Kysa's lust even more later when she takes HIM to bed! Now quit making such a scene and get out of here. We'll get back with you later!"

I knew that I had not made points with Leslie at that moment, but she was not the woman I was trying to impress! Kysa's actions spoke what I wanted and longed to hear from her. Kysa gave me a pouting look of lust and encouraged me gracefully to leave. Her words were spoken quietly as she readied to enter the car with Leslie returning to the driver's side.

"Keep you're e-mail open all day. I really enjoyed being with you! You're exactly what I've been looking for in a man! I'll find a way to convince Leslie to let me see you again. Perhaps tonight we can get together in a more private setting!"

Those words of encouragement shot through me like a jolt of electricity. That and the fact that Kysa reached out and cupped my cock in her hands while Leslie was distracted by her seatbelt! I stared down and took in one final TOTAL view of Kysa's fantastic body before raising my eyes to contact her sparkling eyes. I knew then that I had met the woman of my dreams and that I had conveyed my sincerity as best I could. I also knew that I would get to see a lot more of Kysa in the future, come hell or high water!

I finally wound back up at my room. I reflected on my 'date', as I lay on the bed anxious to read my e-mail. I immediately got hard again as I spotted the pictures that Kysa had posted to me earlier. One was a perfect photo of Kysa dressed in the same outfit as the one she wore to the restaurant. It was a perfect capture of her smile, her long legs and the bursting cleavage that spilled out of her tied halter top. The other was a photo of Kysa lying on her stomach nude on a bed. She turned her face to look up at the camera positioned behind her at the foot of the bed. Kysa's legs were slightly spread but offered only teasing glance up towards her bare cunt. The cheeks of her ass showed the magnificence of the firmness of youth as they formed a slight crease where they joined the back of her supple thighs. Even though my focus was initially on Kysa's nude body, I felt myself again drawn to Kysa's hypnotizing eyes. It was as if Kysa were looking into my soul with those sparkling orbs.

It didn't take much for me to feel the need to relieve my cock as I concentrated on Kysa's image and the kiss I still felt on my lips from earlier. My tongue salivated to be sliding up the thighs in the picture remembering, the wetness that my fingers had stirred up in Kysa's cunt at lunch! My cock exploded only after a few moments of my touch imaging that it was Kysa masturbating me! There was cum everywhere, all over my cockshaft, dripping from my hand and balls. What a mess. I know, though, if Kysa were here she'd clean me up properly.

It was tedious to say the least to wait in my hotel room throughout the day with the e-mail open. I suddenly heard my computer signal me that I had a new message. I immediately opened it to find that Kysa was sending me a message.

"I was glad to have met you today! You have very attractive blue eyes! And your mustache tickles when you kiss me, but I like the way you touch me so softly! I felt as if you were staring into my heart, not that I minded though! I'll work on Leslie to let me see you again, but as you know I have to get ready for my date! Try to be around about 10:00p tonight and I'll try to e-mail you again. MAYBE I can find a way to sneak out and see you, but I won't try if you don't respond to my e-mail then. In the meantime, here's another picture that Leslie doesn't know I'm sending you. Don't wear yourself out too much!"

Kysa's picture this time was of her rolled over on her back with the photographer again at the foot of the bed. This time Kysa had her legs spread as she smiled towards the camera. Her enormous 34DD breasts were tipped with stiff, erect nipples that invited to be suckled by my tongue. Kysa's open thighs also beckoned me to dive down to devour her sweetness. Kysa's pubic hair was incredible in that it was neatly trimmed and very dark red. I couldn't help but masturbate yet again and spill my cum into my hand as I imagined myself there on the bed with Kysa. Her body just begs to be filled with a cock, and preferably MY cock. I know she doesn't mind taking cum inside her. She had said before that she gets very wet during sex, but I wonder how slippery her sweet cunt is after it's full of cum?

It was difficult to get Kysa off my mind throughout the day and evening. Worse still, I kept imagining Kysa in bed nearly the whole time being fucked repeatedly by one of her boyfriends. She had told me about one in particular, Gordon who just lusted after the blowjobs she gave and never let her go home until he had at least fucked her cunt twice. Kysa had remarked that she always submitted to his wishes because she craved being filled by Gordon's massive [black] cock. Could that be the date she was with? If so, I might not get to see or hear from her tonight. As excited as I was, I tried to temper myself from exhausting my cock, given I was so close to Kysa. By the same token, my cock would not go flaccid because of the stimulation Kysa had pent up in me. I was just about to give up on seeing Kysa that evening when my PC signaled an incoming e-mail. Thank God it was from Kysa!

"If you're there and you'd like to see me tonight, then all you need do is respond to this e-mail. I'd like to come by your hotel and we'll see what happens." I responded to Kysa as fast as my fingers could type.

"I would ABSOLUTELY love to see you, if only for a moment! I'll be waiting in the lobby so that I can escort you to my room."

All of a sudden I became nervous as a cat, bouncing around the room trying to make it look presentable as well as myself. Thank goodness this suite was like a small apartment; it afforded me ample locations to put things out of sight. I went down to the lobby and waited for Kysa to appear.

At nearly 11:15p Kysa strode into the lobby. My jaw dropped at the sight of her. Kysa's mane of reddish brown hair was fluffed and bounced with every step, but what really got my attention was what she was wearing! Kysa had on a VERY short white body-hugging dress. But what really got my attention, as well as every man in the lobby at the time was the upper half of the dress. It was open from the waist up starting from about four inches wide at the belly button to over 9 inches just barely above Kysa's ample breasts. What held it together was a lacing of spaghetti string that cris-crossed every inch or so upward. The dress only extended down below her waist to several inches below her crotch. To accentuate her dress, Kysa wore a pair of stiletto red heels that encased her feet donned with a frilly pair of lace ankle socks. I mean to tell you that Kysa sizzled! Takes a brave girl to wear something like that, because it's bound to draw looks.

Kysa knew that she had my attention by the sly look on her face. She also knew from our chats that I'd be putty in her hands seeing her in something as revealing as this in public. She also knew that she had raised every cock there to attention. Kysa came towards me and gave me a very exhibitionistic kiss as she asked me to lead the way to my room. It was as if I was leading the way for my hooker to go to my room. I'm sure every man there was jealous as hell when we entered the elevator!

I stared at her image in the mirrored elevator and reached around to attempt to steal a kiss. Kysa boldly grabbed me and pulled me to her, forcing her tongue into my mouth as her body molded itself to me. My arms encircled her as my hands sought out her firm but pliable ass. I pushed into her at the crotch, as my cock had become instantly hard. My tongue roamed inside her mouth, tasting a slippery texture but with a neutral taste that I was certain was cum, given Kysa's reputation for blowjobs! Nonetheless, this was EXACTLY the Kysa I came to find! Suspecting that I was tasting cum, I became more insistent and passionate. My hands roamed Kysa's ass as I pulled the material of the back of her dress higher to expose her bare flesh. In the mirror I watched as inch by inch the dress crept higher. This evening I noticed Kysa had worn a pair of red thong panties.

Kysa responded to my passion by grinding her crotch against mine and raising a leg to catch behind my calf. Even when the elevator came to a stop, Kysa and I didn't break our embrace. Two gentlemen waiting to board opted not to, as I leaned over to press another floor. Kysa and I eventually carried our passion to my room. I reached down and carried her as if she were a bride being carried across the threshold. I anxiously carried Kysa to the king-sized bed and we tumbled into another passionate embrace. Kysa whispered into my ear as I nuzzled her neck and stroked the contours of her voluptuous body.

"Do you like the taste of cum in my mouth? Do I look like the slut you want me to be? Every man downstairs thinks I'm your whore for the night. Do you like knowing every man thinks I'm an easy slut? I like dressing up like this to come to you after I've got a mouthful of cum!"

Now I could tell that Kysa wanted to play mind games. Kysa's taunting word games had been a part of what attracted me to her! I had often masturbated to the words Kysa had written me about her slutty behavior and her absolute hunger for more and more cocks especially long, thick BLACK cocks! I raised up above Kysa to stare into her incredible eyes.

"Yes. Yes! I breathed in a low sincere tone. I like tasting cum in your mouth. I love the way you dress like a slut. I want everyone to know that you're a slut. And after I convince you to marry me, I'll STILL want you to act and fuck like a slut!"

"That's what I wanted you to say! Do you want to hear about my date? Do you want to know why the taste was so fresh in my mouth?"

"Yes", I replied, sheepishly lowering my gaze to intentionally stare down at the length of Kysa's body. My hands now moved to the opening where the spaghetti straps ended so that I could cup one breast in my hand. I kneaded Kysa's hot flesh with desire. Jesus, I still can't believe her nipples. They're huge in my hand, her areola is wider than three of my fingers across. And the nips themselves just stand out like the end of your pinky finger. Incredible.

"Help me up. Let me take this dress off. You always said you wanted to see me strip, now you're gonna get your wish."

I raised back to help Kysa off the bed pulling her to me and again passionately kissing her as she rolled into my arms. My one hand still firmly grasping and kneading her right breast and occasionally pinching her nipple. Kysa broke the kiss and pushed me back onto the bed. I lay back and watched her pirouette to insure that I took in the full view of her body.

"Do I turn you on Hank? Could you be married to a woman like me? It wouldn't hurt you to know that I'd be with other men a lot?" Kysa taunted in a sultry voice.

Kysa knew my answer!

"Undo your pants and take off your clothes before I undress. I want to see how you respond to me," Kysa said softly and innocently.

I undressed hurriedly. I'm sure I looked like a schoolboy desperate to get his first fuck. I trembled with a long awaited anticipation of this moment! When I had undressed completely, I lay back and stared up at Kysa waiting for her to begin undressing.

"Take your cock in your hand and start masturbating for me. But don't let yourself cum! That'll spoil everything and I'll have to leave! I want to taste you!"

I cautiously heeded Kysa's words of warning and reached down to handle my cock slowly. It was already rigid!

"I knew you'd like this dress. I wore it on my date with you in mind! My boyfriend wanted to know what was up, so I told him that I was gonna meet the man I might marry after our date. That really pissed him off, so much so that he busted my ass good by fucking me for almost two hours thinking I'd be exhausted before coming to you. His ego is almost as big as his cock, but he got over it after a while."

I blushed that Kysa was thinking the same thoughts that were going through my head. My fingers trembled as I lay back and grasped my cock while staring in her direction. I stared intently at Kysa, drinking in her image as my hand slowly started to caress my shaft. Precum had already begun to leak from my cock in desire of Kysa.

"Are you ready to see me nude in person Hank? Have you been fantasizing about this? Do you want me to take my clothes off for you or for another man while you watch?"

"Oh yes, please take your dress off. I want to see you the way other men get to see you!"

I reached my free hand over to stroke up and down Kysa's outer thigh at first and then inner thigh. Kysa didn't resist but soon stepped back and pushed the top of her dress off her shoulder. Her eyes stared directly into mine watching their every shift. My eyes yearned to see every inch of Kysa's flesh! My cock stiffed more as Kysa wriggled the dress sexily past the curves of her sexy hips. I watched as her belly button first and then the tan lines of her swimsuit became exposed. Kysa's exposed hips revealed a matured girl's body that would soon be wider when she became pregnant with another man's child. Kysa soon had the dress past her hips and bunched it together before pushing it below her tiny red panties that began to show ever so slowly. Kysa didn't need to look down at her body to see how much was being revealed; my eyes told her everything she needed to know!

"Are you enjoying this?" Kysa asked in her sultry voice.

"Yes!" I emphatically replied.

Before revealing anymore below, Kysa reached up and grasped her breasts and massaged them slowly but firmly. Her red nipples were like stiff erasers. The brownish areola seemed to stretch as her breasts swelled with excitement. I could tell that Kysa too was getting hot with excitement as this game progressed. Not even in my imagination did I believe I would get this excited just to be near Kysa. Knowing that I was a voyeur at the moment, my mind raced as I imagined Kysa performing like this in front of another man. My cock jumped in my hand at the thought! Kysa cupped a breast and offered it in her hand to my tongue from the distance. My tongue instinctively escaped my mouth and encircled my lips. Kysa broke into a genuine smile of understanding. She knew that having men suckle her breasts was another duty she performed for her immense sexuality.

Kysa dropped her hands back to the dress and she slowly pushed it farther down. The tiny red thong panties came more into view. Only a sparse tuft of pubic hair escaped the tiny panties. Kysa made a point of keeping her panties in place as she let the dress fall to the floor.

"Do you want me to take these off or do you want the honors? Kysa asked with a broad smile.

There was no way I could let Kysa stay so far away anymore!

"Come here!" I implored as I extended my arm out.

Kysa slowly moved towards the bed allowing me the privilege of catching her leg in my outstretched hand. This time I ran my hand up the outside of her thigh to her girlish hips and to the back to caress her exposed ass. I cupped Kysa's ass and moved my hand to the small of her back pulling her yet closer to the bed. Kysa didn't resist, but when I looked up her gaze was fixed on my cock in my hand. I proudly made my shaft stand straight up between my thumb and index finger as I attempted to bend Kysa toward the bed. My mind couldn't choose whether to have my mouth attack Kysa's panty cover pussy or her fabulous exposed breasts. The angle that Kysa bent over in made my decision for me!

My mouth sucked in Kysa's right tit! Kysa pushed down to let me suck in as much as I could. With her left hand she encircled my head. But Kysa's attention was elsewhere. I could feel her head shift and her right hand extended to join mine at my cock. I suckled on first Kysa's right tit and then her left. My right hand though, explored Kysa's backside reveling at the bare flesh of her ass. My fingers dove for the cleft of her ass cheeks and followed the thong down towards her cunt. Kysa became more conscious of where my fingers were going and wriggled away.

"Are you sure you want this? You remember I was on a date earlier? And I've told you before how I am on my dates before! I'm pretty full down there from a while ago." Kysa said as if she was unsure now of how I'd react.

Kysa and I had indeed chatted in the past about how her dates often went. Kysa ALWAYS sucked a guy's cock when she went out with him! She was so fascinated with a man's cock that she HAD to see it and taste it. Once she had quenched her immediate thirst, if he was big enough, Kysa was powerless to let him fuck her with it until his balls were empty of his cum. Kysa had suggested that perhaps she become this way because she led such a sheltered life and didn't date a lot earlier in her life. She fucked to compensate for the lack of normal communication that occurred between other people. But even now with her mother and Leslie screening her lovers and potential boyfriends, Kysa with her more mature body and large, womanly breasts, couldn't resist the feel of a man's cock; especially a massive tool! Any man that got the opportunity to be in a 'private' setting with her got to enjoy her hot flesh. The lucky, well-endowed men had the privilege of entering her most hallowed sanctuary!

"I want you no matter what!" I spoke sincerely.

Only then did Kysa reach for my hand and place the elastic of her panties between my thumb and forefinger. This time I moved both hands to Kysa's hips and took each side of her thong strings to slide down. My tongue salivated as I slid the garment farther down exposing Kysa's trim pubic hairs. My desire mounted even more as the panties loosened from the apex of her crotch. I slid them down but stared in absolute awe of Kysa's pussy! Kysa let them fall and then lifted one heel to raise them to her hand. When she did that, my eyes feasted upon her labia that beckoned a tongue wash. Kysa held the panties for a moment allowing me to pay homage to her cunt before handing the panties to me and speaking.

"Look at the crotch of my panties. This is your chance, are you sure you want me like this? He came a lot." Kysa again asked guardedly.

Not because I questioned or even had any hesitation about what I wanted, but rather because I was inquisitive, I opened the panties and saw the mass of cum that had soaked in them. The visual sight was extremely arousing to me, but I didn't want to do more than just take in the view and etch it in my brain. I already suspected that Kysa had been fucked this evening. The visible evidence merely charged my libido even more. I immediately turned to Kysa and aimed my head towards her crotch as she stood at the side of the bed. My right arm slid to the small of her back as I pulled her pussy closer to me still. I inhaled the glorious smell of her still damp crotch as my lips and tongue nibbled at the pubic hair that led to her recently fucked hole. Kysa rightly took my actions as acceptance to whatever fate awaited me at that moment. My passion built as I neared the vee of her crotch. Kysa spread her legs slightly to my impatient mouth.

My tongue darted out at the slightly open thighs and I feverishly licked at her inner thighs. My hand fell lower so that it was on her ass and I pushed her crotch into my searching tongue. I could feel Kysa weakening in the knees as I continued my assault at her cunt. I wanted desperately to get my tongue to her vaginal opening, but this position, though erotic, was very difficult to maneuver in. I tried to move Kysa to the bed so that my face would have a better angle to work from. My original intent was to ignore my cock's needs and simply find a way to lap Kysa's delicious opening. Kysa on the other hand was still focused on the object of her desire. In the flash of an eye Kysa and I were entwined in a blissful 69 position; she on top and bent at the waist with her legs straddling my face as her mouth sought my rigid cock.

When Kysa fell on top of me in this position, the world of her cunt opened up to me. My tongue slithered up to her puffy red vagina and darted and licked at the labia savoring her new and delicious taste. Even though I knew I was licking where another man's cock had been pounding earlier, I could definitely taste Kysa's distinctive and intriguing flavor. There was a delicate sweetness to her heated cunt mixed in with the slippery aftertaste of her earlier lover. Yet another thing that made me fall deeper in lust with this woman! My cock was on fire with lust by this sensation as well as the sensation of Kysa's mouth as it engulfed my stiff dick. I could tell this girl just loved cock. Her mouth was heaven.

Kysa alternated licking up and down my shaft with swallowing it nearly to the root as she rotated her mouth on the way down and back again. When my cock was being swallowed, Kysa kept her jaw and tongue so that there was a constant even pressure all along the entire length of my member. Her lips sought the sensitive vein at the back of my cock repeatedly, bathing me with immense pleasure. Kysa kept one hand at the base of my cock and when she pulled my cock slowly but steadily out of her firm repository, she slid her hand up the shaft along the length of the fleshy stalk riding the silkiness of her saliva.

I endured the tremendous pleasure of Kysa's skilled oral ministrations only because I was intent on giving her more pleasure than I was receiving! Kysa ground her cunt at my invading tongue and lips that savored the honey seeping from her vagina. She was right; there was a lot of cum inside her. The more she ground the deeper I tried to get inside her. Only when the pleasure of Kysa's tongue was too great would I momentarily pause. Then I worked my fingers around her labia, tugging and pulling them gently apart to afford me a view into her inner depths. My thumb rotated softly but firmly at her clitoris slick with the juices of her lovers and my tongue. At times I could feel Kysa pause and shudder as well to the workout of my tongue and fingers. My earlier self-inflicted hand jobs served me well to stave off a mounting climax while Kysa worked her magic on me. As Kysa approached her orgasm, I stabbed deep into her cunt and dragged my tongue out and swirled around her exposed and enlarged clitoris. Feeling that Kysa was content with keeping her crotch wide open to my gaze and my probing tongue, I reached between our bodies with both hands as my face dove into her saturated gaping cunt. My hands grasped each breast and I tweaked at the nipples and kneaded her mounds of flesh alternately.

Kysa's nipples must have triggered the first in a series of shallow orgasms. Knowing how close Kysa was to her 'big one'; I lowered my head below the apex of her crotch and swallowed her clit in between my teeth and circled my raspy tongue all around it. At the same time I drove my nose into the slick opening of her vagina and pounded into it as if I had a small cock. The combined sensations that Kysa was enduring and the involuntary humping that my cock had begun brought Kysa over the edge. I could feel Kysa tense with pleasure as the waves of an orgasm washed through her body. Kysa's grinding of her cunt intensified the harder she came. Her juices flooded my mouth as I tried to guide the delicious flavors into my throat.

For my part, I was nearly spent of willpower to resist coming in Kysa's succulent mouth. Now I concentrated solely on delivering my cum to the back of Kysa's throat. My hips lunged up at Kysa's never tiring mouth. My hands continued to knead and squeeze at Kysa's tits and my face wallowed in her crotch, as I only wanted to accomplish one more task this evening. I fixated on the beautiful creature with which I lusted for more now more than anyone else I could remember. I was intent on delivering my seed into her anxious mouth and bathing her tonsils, just as I was certain her earlier lover had with equal determination blasted his seed into her youthful and very receptive cunt to splash against her cervix! Just imagining Kysa with her lover only hours before I blasted the remaining cum that had boiled in my balls! My hips lurched spasmodically upwards towards the hot moist cavern that Kysa sucked me into as my cock spewed several large and intense loads of cum eagerly into that tender mouth. I could hear her noisily slurp every drop of cum that I could deliver! My body jerked as each jet of cum blasted out to meet the insistent tongue at the tip of my cock.

As we each settled down, I again went back to my labor of love in gently and passionately kissing Kysa's crotch with a tired tongue. I instinctively knew that Kysa would not be staying the night and that this was all of the sex we would partake of on this occasion. But just as I was enjoying the delicious taste of Kysa, so too was she of me. It was if neither of us wanted this feeling or passion to end! Soon Kysa and I both retreated into one another's arms, neither speaking for the moment as we held the other. Neither of us seemed uncomfortable and in need of cleaning up as we each basked in the afterglow of the past forty minutes or so. Indeed I was elated by the opportunity to physically experience this moment with her and to be able to express to her the tenderness that I felt. I wanted to reach over to Kysa and tell her how wonderful I thought our moment was, but I refrained, trusting that the smile plastered across my face would speak the words for me.

"Hank, you truly don't mind me being with other men, right? Please be honest."

"Kysa, you know I don't mind at all. It actually excites me very much. You would be amazed at the thoughts that have run through my mind tonight about where you were and what you were doing before seeing me."

"That's good. I'm truly glad to hear that. I knew it wouldn't be easy finding a man who would understand, especially one that I'd want to marry. But I need you to understand clearly that I can't be satisfied sexually with a man your size. A good woman needs a real man to pleasure her the way she deserves. And a little 7-incher is like eating a baloney sandwich for years - totally boring. Oh, I'll enjoy sex with you. But you just don't have the equipment, so to speak, to pleasure a woman like a real man can. And knowing this, I want you to  know I couldn't have your babies, either."

"I know, Kysa, I know! You don't have to explain. We've talked about this before, remember?"

"Yes, I know, but it cannot be overstated, especially if we get married. That's because I only intend to marry ONCE in my life, to the man I love and is my soulmate. But when we make love, it will be like tonight more often than not. You'll be tasting another man's cum in my mouth, and you'll be fucking a cum-filled pussy. I do my kegel exercises, so feeling your smaller size is never a problem. But understand that some of the guys I've been with, especially the black ones, are extremely well endowed. They will leave me stretched for a day or two, and often sore, too. And when I'm pregnant, I will submit myself to my stud's sexual wishes. If he wants me to fuck him daily, I'll do it just for the privilege of breeding his babies. Just so you know for certain: I won't be having any white babies. I'll always be a black stud's breeding whore when it comes to babymaking. Gordon's will be the first, since he is over 10 inches and I love the way he beats my ass and keeps me in line for his big nigger dick. Black men are particular about how their women behave, and he doesn't mind busting my ass with the strap if I misbehave. I'll take my bruises from a black stud, but not from you."

Kysa continued, "Does it bother you that I don't want to make any babies with you? I mean I just can't breed with a white man, much less one like yourself. I'll have as many babies as my black lovers want me to. Usually black men like to spread their seed around to as many white girls as possible, so I'm sure I'll have to have multiple black men impregnating me over the years. But I expect to have at least six black babies, and maybe as many as ten before I'm 35. So it should be a baby a year for many years to come if you can put up with your wife always being pregnant with a black baby growing inside her womb. And I'm sure my breasts will grow huge from all the milk and the constant suckling. I want to breast-feed my babies until they're 3 years old at least. Are you still sure about all this?"

"I understand, trust me that you want to be bred by black men. You have no idea how much that thought turns me on, Kysa! Not to mention what you're able to do with me even AFTER you've been with those guys. I've been hard and have cum twice already today!"

"My goodness, you have? WOW! Then you DO shoot a lot, don't you? I mean I love your big balls, but you filled my mouth up, and I swallowed several times not to spill any of your precious seed out of my mouth, Hank. I'm impressed. Some guys have called me a cum slut, but I just love the taste and the feel of it's slipperiness in my mouth and throat. Precum is the perfect appetizer, if you ask me!"

"Then you can have all mine for as long as you want."

"I will then. What a dream - a man who can keep my mouth full of cum morning and night! Trust me, I will have you! Now lay back, mister, I want your mouth on my nipples!"

Kysa and I continued to play with one another for quite some time. I tried not to get her too excited even though my fingers acted as surrogate to my cock in her slippery cunt for some time. Kysa's nipples I found were very much a key to her sexual satisfaction. They were sensitive enough to send shock waves through her body when they were caressed, fondled tweaked and licked alternately. Kysa truly enjoyed having them played with, especially when her cunt was being stroked as well! All too soon however, Kysa informed me that she had to leave. It was then that I found out how Kysa had persuaded her boyfriend to let her meet me. It was now my role to call him and inform him that Kysa was ready for him to pick her up again. I was also required to tell him that she was indeed in need of a really thick cock to fuck her through the rest of the night. I was surprised at the ease that Kysa informed of my task. The timid and guardedly cautious woman who came to me earlier was now much more confident in my presence and of our relationship.

When I asked if we could meet again, Kysa responded emphatically and seductively, "You KNOW I want to be with you again! But I need to know if you can truly accept the ground rules of the relationship that I've explained to you. If you think you can, send me an e-mail message tonight before you go to sleep. Give it some SERIOUS thought though, because if I do see you again, and I DO WANT TO, I think we may need to consummate this relationship in a more permanent manner! I'll read your e-mail in the morning and tell you what I want to do. For the rest of the night however, I'll need a real man's cock to quench the fire you've started in my belly again!"

I escorted Kysa to the lobby where she waited for her boyfriend. She didn't want me there when he arrived, so she dispatched me to leave her standing in her sexy dress until he arrived. Again I relived our passionate moments and lay there in bed masturbating. Her words about 'consummating our relationship in a more permanent manner' rang through my head as I realized that Kysa would agree to marry me IF I asked and IF I could make it through my next test! It was indeed not hard imagining myself being married to a woman like Kysa, albeit I might not be waking up next to her every morning. I could picture another man with the right 'equipment' waking Kysa up with his stiff cock in search of her willing and waiting hole, eager to deposit his cum in her fertile belly! My hand slammed at my cock furiously as I thought of this image and the man who would be slamming his cock into Kysa this VERY morning!

I sent an e-mail to Kysa shortly after I had cum yet again. "Kysa, I truly am willing to accept the rules that you've described for a relationship, and especially marriage! I know and understand that a woman needs to be fucked by a man who has the right 'equipment'. I want you to be sexually satisfied as OFTEN as you feel the urge! I am content with the fact that we may not have intercourse as other married couples do and I realize that I'll never produce those kinds of orgasms in you unless we're having oral sex. I'm also EXCITED that will most often be after you've been with another lover. As long as we can continue to have the caring and loving relationship as we've had over the past few months and tonight, I will continue to support and LOVE you! And I would love and protect our children even though other men would conceive them!

The only request I have of you is that you allow me to flaunt you to those other men! You are in my eyes, the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen and it excites me to no end to see you shown off to the rest of the world in short dresses, tiny bikinis, and nude! Knowing that you will have MANY other lovers, I make this request to satisfy my own voyeuristic desires, as well as affording you a bevy of superior, massively-hung men to choose from. I realize that this may make you uncomfortable, but if you'd be willing to grant me my wish, I'll endure whatever ridicule or humiliation awaits me! I'll wait to hear from you in the morning!"

 

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