Spellbound

Jamaal eagerly accepted Douglas's invitation, and showed up promptly at the Lancaster residence at 7 p.m. Elizabeth wore her finest dress, stockings, high heels, and a matching blue bra and thong. She wore a silver necklace, and her wedding ring glimmered from a fresh polish.

Jamaal whistled when he saw her, and whistled again at the beautiful mansion his lawyer owned. It made him envious.

They ate on steak and lobster, and Jamaal strongly suspected they hadn't cooked a bit of it. He was spellbound by his surroundings. Such wealth, such power, when every day was a struggle for him. As they ate, he suspected it wasn't entirely for innocent purposes that he'd be invited. He stared darkly, lustily at the white wife in front of him, only three years his elder. They could have gone to the same high school together, he realized. But there circumstances were a million miles apart.

Elizabeth found herself taken with the dreadlocked teen in front of her. He had aspirations and ambition and fire. He was unrefined, to be sure, crude and unmannered. But that physique -- so dark, so muscular. She squirmed in her chair.

"So, I know I'm helping you out for free," Douglas started. "But I thought there was a way you could repay us."

"Oh?" Jamaal said, looking Elizabeth in the eyes. She licked her lips, then cast them downward.

"I have a trial that is going to consume the next eight months of my life. And my wife is pregnant. So I need someone to ... take care of her, while I'm away."

"Take care of her ... like appointments and shit?" Jamaal asked, his eyebrows cocking.

"Among other things," Douglas said, clearing his throat.

"What other things?"

"Physically, too."

"Oh, now that's something I understand," Jamaal said, grinning lewdly. He walked over to the hungry white wife, helping to her feet, pulling her to him and kissing her hard. The contrast between the jet black skin of Jamaal and Elizabeth's alabaster white skin instantly had Douglas hard.

The three walked up the staircase. Douglas played the tour guide, showing him where Emily and Aaron slept, although Jamaal didn't care, his hand massaging Elizabeth's firm white ass. They reached the master bedroom, and Elizabeth jerkily undid Jamaal's jeans, tugging them down.

It was her turn to be spellbound. In front of her was a cock that was almost a foot long, cut, with heavy smooth balls. He kept himself clean and manicured down there, and Elizabeth knelt for him, taking a long moment to inspect his cock, sniffing it gingerly.

"Oh, Jamaal," Elizabeth moaned. She kissed the head, and then started to suck on him.

Douglas settled into a chair that he moved to the corner, taking out his small white cock and starting to stroke it.

"I don't think your wife has much practice with cocks this big," Jamaal observed.

"Well, she's game. Elizabeth, don't forget his balls, please," Douglas instructed, and soon, Elizabeth had her mouth full of Jamaal's heavy nuts, drool dripping off her chin.

Jamaal let her struggle for another twenty minutes, before he helped her onto the bed. Her dress was hopelessly astray, and Jamaal tugged her panties off. Jesus, Elizabeth thought. This buck was all muscle and cock. He positioned his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Douglas had never seen her so wet before. Jamaal pushed inside her, and she groaned loudly, filling the rooms with her sounds as she acclimated to the huge cock inside her. Finally, he started to fuck her, his cock burrowing into her soft, velvet cunt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck ... it's really happening Douglas!" Elizabeth cried, as she squirted her cum onto Jamaal's chest.

"Mmm, this white bitch ain't bad, Mister L. I might have to come back," Jamaal said, deep dicking the wife.

"I don't know that I'll ever let you leave ... oh, Jamaal!" Elizabeth cried, cumming again, drenching the stud in juices. Finally, Jamaal was ready, and stared down his prey, sinking his cock into her, and then settling the inches she hadn't taken into her, finally full staff in her pussy as he came. Elizabeth's eyes rolled back, and the couple lay there, comatose. Douglas was already snoring, his shirt stained with his own seed.