With my beloved in the bathroom

Jack, a tall and slender black guy, had made a decent amount of money today by pushing his last batch of dope. He was pleased with himself. In this city of white people, he was, of course, a black sheep; even to the seemingly accustomed residents of St. Petersburg, his coal-black skin was an eyesore. Besides a T-shirt, he was wearing loose-fitting military-style pants. He had a principled stance against wearing underwear—it squeezed his substantial manhood and his large, billiard ball-sized balls.

Entering the stall, he noticed a neatly made hole in the wall with the inscription, "Insert your dick." We've all seen American movies, of course, just like Jack, and we know what they're for. So Jack, without thinking twice,

shoved his still-limp club into the hole. There might have been someone there, or maybe there was no one at all.

After a few moments, he felt jets of warm air on the velvety head of his penis. "A white bitch is sniffing his penis." This thought began to arouse him. Of course, it could have been a guy, but Jack imagined a sexy blonde with nice breasts and a juicy ass.

Olya was shaking, she was very nervous, cursing herself for agreeing to this, and hoping that no one would enter the neighboring stall. This would all be over soon, but someone did enter. Through the hole in the wall, she saw a man in camouflage-colored pants, the kind military personnel wear. He took out his hose—Olya couldn't find another definition for it. In its hanging state, it was as long as two of her palms, black as coal, with a brown head. Olya hoped he would do his business and leave. Having agreed to this humiliation, she couldn't have imagined that the man on the other side of the wall would be a black man.

The woman was already prepared to hear the trickle of his stream, but instead, probably having read the inscription, a black, half-erect penis slid through the hole, dangling in front of her face.

"No! She won't do this! She's already allowed too much! If she sits quietly, he'll think no one is here and leave."

"Smell it," her husband whispered to her.

"Damn, this pervert seems to be enjoying it, what a situation he's put her in!" Olya was angry and had no intention of doing it.

"Zaya, we agreed," he continued to persuade her. "Please."

"I'll just smell it, that will be enough," she decided.

Moving a few centimeters closer, Olya inhaled the scent of this not entirely clean penis. Feeling her breath, the penis began to fill with strength.

Olya couldn't turn her face away from this rising club, thanks to the hand of her caring husband holding her by the hair.

"You've already done everything, there's no turning back. He won't leave until you finish. Be a good girl!" Vitya continued to whisper.

The head slid over her chin, rising higher with each beat of the black man's heart, and pressed against her nose. The smell of the unwashed penis became unbearable, but she couldn't turn away.

The hot streams from this bitch's nose were caressing him, but Jack was already losing patience. Thrusting his hips forward, he fired.

"Enough sniffing it, bitch, get to work!"

"You heard him," he pinched Olya's nose, lifted her chin so that the black man's penis pressed against her lips again, and whispered, "Do it and we'll leave here."

He held her in that position for a few seconds. Olya's throat reflexively began to contract, giving pleasure to the black man. With her lips, Olya felt him pulsating in her mouth.

Her husband pulled her head off the penis,

"If you disobey me, I'll punish you again." He painfully squeezed her breast under her blouse.

Holding her by the hair, Vitya rhythmically impaled his wife's head onto this black pole like a doll. At the same time, with his free hand, he reached into her panties. Olya squeezed her legs together in fear. To her shame, this whole situation had turned her on; the last thing she needed was for her husband to notice.

But, of course, her weak attempt at resistance was broken as soon as he reached her clitoris and painfully squeezed it.

"Spread your legs, whore!" he whispered angrily.

Olya obeyed. Her husband's hand immediately went lower, and three of his fingers flew into her wet pussy.

"You're flowing like a waterfall," he whispered excitedly and began actively fucking her with his fingers, not stopping the movement of her head on the black man's penis.

Realizing that her husband wouldn't calm down until they finished, Olya tried hard, sucking, applying all her skill, occasionally taking the penis out of her mouth and playing with the head with her tongue. Seeing that his wife was no longer resisting and was being active herself, Vitya let go of her head and, pulling her tits out of her bodice, played with her protruding nipples with his free hand, squeezing one, then the other, then gently kneading them, kissing her ear, whispering tenderness to her. His fingers in her pussy continued to work, and Olya was almost ready to come.

Jack hadn't had a blowjob like this in a long time. He especially liked how she occasionally deep-throated him, working only with her mouth, without using her hands. This chick knew her stuff. The cum in his large balls, which had been building up for the last few days, was ready to burst out.

"I'm going to come now, don't you dare pull off," he warned.

Vitya stopped playing with her breasts and, anticipating his wife's actions—who clearly didn't want to become a cum receptacle—grabbed her by the hair again and began impaling her head on the black penis, faster and faster, not stopping the work of his fingers in his wife's squelching vagina. Then the penis began to pulsate. Holding her head on the penis so that not a drop of cum would be wasted, he enjoyed the sight of his wife: disheveled hair, wet eyes. Olya took the first convulsive gulp. She swallowed and swallowed. "How much cum does he have?!"

Olya's head was spinning from lack of oxygen, and her husband's fingers continued to torment her pussy. "No! This can't be happening, not to me, like this, in a toilet, a dirty black man is coming in my mouth, and my husband is enjoying it. Damn, I'm about to come myself, just not like this!!" She held on until the last moment, but the resentment towards her husband and the excitement that had reached its peak exploded into a million sparks. In her clouded consciousness, everything mixed up and ceased to matter. Experiencing her best orgasm, Olya was happy.

Feeling his wife's pussy begin to contract, Vitya shoved his fingers in as deep as possible. He was no longer holding her head. His wife was coming. How beautiful she was at that moment: her exposed breasts, her mouth stretched to the limit by this black penis, her closed eyes. This picture was maddeningly arousing. She was so sweet. Filled with tenderness, Vitya rubbed his cheek against hers,

"You're a good girl, I love you," he whispered into her ear.

After finishing, Jack felt euphoria, like from good coke. No, he wasn't a drug addict; he didn't mix business and pleasure, but right now it felt really good. Tucking his penis back into his pants, he was about to leave, but he became curious about what that cocksucker actually looked like. Coming out, he pushed the neighboring door; it was, of course, locked.

"Open up, bitch. You sucked well, now I want to fuck you." He pushed the door hard, but Vitya held it. He certainly hadn't expected such a turn of events and didn't know what to do or where to go.

"Come back tomorrow and you'll get what you want," Olya managed to say.

"The fuck?" The black man kicked the door, unwilling to back down, when suddenly someone else entered the restroom. The black man immediately fell silent and retreated.