The Storm

Elizabeth tossed and turned into her sleep. One part of her felt scared by some malice nearby, actively hunting her. The other part was drawn to it, wanting for it to consume her utterly. Just before she found the malice, she awoke. She looked at the bedside clock, but the power was out. She checked her phone: 3 a.m.

She frowned, looking at the empty side of the bed next to her. Douglas seemed to be intentionally scheduling things out of town, when she was most **** and most needy, she thought grumpily. He never did this with her last pregnancy.

Just then, a crack of thunder cleared her mind. Elizabeth realized this thunderstorm was especially violent, the wind howling as the rain blew in. She heard a crack from another peel of thunder, and raced out to the front porch. The old oak tree was splintered in two.

"You might want to be careful, Miss Castle," Moses said quietly. Elizabeth jumped. She looked over at Moses, bare chested, flesh glistening. He was muscular in the way an offensive lineman was; strong, but covered in a layer of fat that obscured his power.

"What are you doing up, Moses?" Elizabeth asked cautiously.

"Awful bad storms," Moses said. "Knocked out my window in the bedroom." Elizabeth frowned. Some landlord she was.

"C'mon, you can sleep in the main house tonight," she told him.

"Mighty white of you," he said sarcastically.

***

They both had a cup of cocoa, talking about the storm, about Douglas, about anything other than the blowjob she'd given him. Or about the debt he believed her family owed him.

"So where is the mister?" Moses asked.

"Oh, some deposition or another," Elizabeth said crossly. Moses gave her a mirthless smile.

"Pretty dumb of him to leave you alone with me," he said lecherously. He leaned over, taking advantage of Douglas's absence, giving Elizabeth a long, wet kiss that made her heart leap.

"Moses ..." Elizabeth said, trying to regain control. Moses put a big black finger to her lips.

"It's time. I haven't forgot what your cracker Daddy did," Moses said firmly. Elizabeth chuckled.

"Talk is cheap," Elizabeth said. She went to the stairwell, letting her peach nightgown rise up to reveal her pert, firm, milky white ass. "My cracker husband likes to talk. If you want to be a man I take seriously, you need to be a man of action."

Moses wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth

***

They fumbled with each other, both hurried, stripping each other. Moses admired her heavy breasts, a large D, almost a DD now. He leaned down to suckle at them, and was rewarded with the milk meant for Aaron and Emily. He squeezed her firm ass.

Elizabeth took her first real look at her bull. Hairy, white hair on his chest and legs and groin. Big balls. Big ten inch black dick. He'd do. He'd do nicely. She leaned down, sucking on it briefly, but neither were in the mood for foreplay.

"Mmmm," Moses growled, rubbing his big fat cock against her thick clit and pussylips.

"C'mon," Elizabeth whispered in his ears, grabbing his ass with her hands. "Put this cracker in her place." She felt his cockhead rubbing up and down her pussy, then pushing inside her. Soon he was in deeper than Douglas had ever been, stretching her pussy out.

"God, you're big, Moses," she purred into his ear.

"You ain't seen nothing yet,Miss Castle," he said, as he buried the rest of the shaft into her. He rutted into her violently, his cock spreading her open, his balls pounding her asshole, and his mouth biting at her neck and breasts, leaving his mark. After a solid hour, he gifted her with his seed, as the storm raged outside.

They played again at 5, and then again at 7. Each time less violent, until their last session was more lovemaking than anything else. By 9, the tempest had abated entirely, and a new man occupied Elizabeth's bed.