Jewelry, Lingerie, & Drinks

Morgan wasn't sure what she wanted more so she decided that some new lingerie and jewelry would do wonders for her morale. It was later in the afternoon and the crowds were starting arrive. Her interests carried her on high heeled boots into Lacey's Closet, a risque boutique for the less sexually repressed. Sure, Victoria's Secret had some spicy pieces, but Lacey's offerings seemed designed more for a porn set than a private boudoir.

Almost two-thousand dollars later and Morgan was ready to go home and make Nelson eat his words. She had never been so incensed by him before. A part of it was the outward rejection of the intimate moment she was trying to share with him, which turned to a rejection of her. It hurt and now she wanted to lash out. Too long had she felt stifled.

"Morgan?" Came a resonate voice, halting her in place and causing her to turn around searching for the familiar sounding source. "Hey Morgan!" A tall black man, wearing a broad smile and draped in a power suit was waving his giant arm over his head. He stood well over the crowd through which he was moving.

"Travone!" Morgan squeaked as she recognized her old college friend.

"It's been, what? Five years?" Travone asked as he wrapped his massive arms around Morgan's petite frame.

"Oh my god!" She threw her arms around his waist, embracing him as if it had only been yesterday since their last meeting.

"You look great!" He added with a nod as he leaned back to take her in, Morgan smirked coquettishly adding a spin to give him a full view. "Wow! Marriage looks good on you." He laughed.

"Oh..." Morgan laughed, shaking her head. "...If only. You're not looking half-bad yourself there, stud. Still breaking hearts?"

"Ah, well you know." Travone laughed. "Hey, I know this is, uh, kinda sudden, but you wanna' go grab a drink?"

"Yes." She didn't waste any time thinking. "Let's go catch up. I could use a distraction." She added as she slipped her arm around his, entwining her slender digits with his own.

"Aw great!" Travone celebrated, taking her hand.

"Wow." Travone finally said, his face a look of shock as he fingered his chin.

Morgan and Travone had been close friends in college, having met at one of the many fraternity parties they both frequently attended so when she told him about what was going on, she didn't hold anything back.

"So y-you sent him a video of you rubbing one out and he got mad?" Now that his thoughts had finally absorb it all, he was now trying to make sense of it. "I wouldn't have even responded if I'm being honest." He looked at Morgan seriously. "Because I would've been kicking in the door to fuck your ass stupid. Not kidding. I would break that ass in half." He laughed. Morgan blushed. "I'm sorry he reacted like that." Travone shook his head. "I can't believe he gave you shit just because his boss saw it."

"I know, right?! I put myself out there in a very intimate way and he yells at me." Her eyes widened for emphasis as she took a sip of her mimosa. "So that's why I'm here."

"Taking it out on his bank account?" Travone nodded.

"Well..." Morgan smiled.

Morgan moaned as Travone's huge cock rested against her face, her mouth hugging his heavy nuts as her tongue slathered them with spit. She bobbed her head up and down the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Jack's was impressive but Travone's was even larger and a part of her half wondered if she'd run out of saliva trying to lube him up.

"Fuck... ...Morgan... ...I should've put you on my dick sooner." Travone admitted as he felt her soft, silk tongue sliding so eagerly along her throbbing slab of chocolate. "Mmhm... ...that's it girl, show me what you can do." He grinned as her tongue slapped the tip of his cock.

Morgan had no delusions about being able to try and deep throat Travone's girth, but that wasn't going to stop her from worshiping it. She smiled up at him as she nuzzled against throbbing veiny length before turning her back to him.

"Oh alright." Travone said, rising on to his knees and mounting her immediately.

Slowly and steadily Morgan eased herself back onto Travone's glorious ebony rod, his hand guiding her as he pushed deeper into her. Morgan released a deep throaty moan as his cock filled her wanton hole. Her husband was a distant thought to the pleasure she was experiencing.

"Fuck me." Morgan moaned as Travone's hips found a steady pace.

"Oh yeah." Travone grunted behind her. "Fuck, you feel good."

"Mm, fuck yeah? So do you, Travone... ...Your cock is so big." She admitted through clenched teeth.

"Yeah?" He smiled as he watched his massive shaft disappear inside her spasming folds.

"Yes!" She whined. "Fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh my god yes!" Morgan cried out as her body proved its ability to squirt it's release. "SHIT!" She squeaked.

Travone pulled out and rolled Morgan onto her back where she quickly parted her legs. Squatting before her, he carefully lined his truly massive member up with her glistening pink folds. Smiling he leaned forward, grinding the underside of his cock against her clit, each pass driving a purring moan from Morgan's parted lips.

"Ooh!" Morgan groaned long as Travone introduced his cock to her hungry little hole once more, pushing her legs up as he pinned her to the bed. "Mm-fuck... ...Travone... ...you're so big..." She panted beneath him.

"Yeah, you keep saying that." He laughed as he pumped his cock into her gushing hole. "Guess I better give it to you good then." He smirked as he felt her inner muscles flexing in response. "Figured. You on birth control?" He asked.

"Y-y-y..." Morgan began but couldn't as her orgasm approached, she could only nod beneath him as unintelligible noises were all she could make.

"Good!" He grunted quickly and plunged his cock fully into her.

"F-ugh-uck!" Morgan cried out as she felt her spasming hole being flooded with a thick and heavy warmth that ended up spilling out around Travone's throbbing rod. "Holy shit!" She shuddered as Travone withdrew his cock.

"Oh fuck, yeah. Damn, Morgan." Travone smiled as he fell beside her, panting. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long." He shared as he regarded her naked form.

"Then why didn't you?" She asked.

"Well I did have a full schedule at the time." He laughed when she slapped him.

"Oh tut. Come on now. Why didn't you try?" Morgan rolled onto her side and sat half up on her elbow. "Be honest."

"I didn't think you fucked with black dudes." He admitted. "At least not like that."

"Really? You thought... ..." Morgan's jaw dropped. "Oh my god. Travone, no!"

"Well I can get that now." He laughed. "Speaking of which, when are you due home?"

"I'm not due any where." She corrected him.

"Right, what I mean is, will Nelson be expecting yo-..." Travone began but Morgan cut him off.

"Do you want me to stay?" She interjected.

"Yeah." Travone smiled. "I'd like to, uh, make up for some lost time."