White Chocolate (2 page)

Eager to get a feel of the real thing, she slid her hand into his pants through the waistline, pushing it past the boxers to get a hold of the dick. She wrapped her fingers around the penile, her cunt trembling with lust as she began to jerk the manhood. Now this was one huge white dick, and she could not wait to feel it inside her pussy, and from the way that it was hard, she was sure that it was going to be very soon. Desiree jerked the pecker slowly while taking her thumb to the slit on the tip. It was moist with pre-cum, and she began rubbing her finger over the
tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive skin of the cock, making Mark moan into her mouth. She was hot as hell, and it was only Mark who would come to her rescue. She wanted no other man apart from him, hell, if he asked her to marry him right this moment, she would agree, or was the alcohol talking for her! She pulled her hand out of his pants, and disengaging their kiss, licked the thumb to get a taste of the salty male cream. The taste drove her senses wild with lust, and she wanted to taste more of those juices somewhere else. She pulled him away from the dance floor, dragging him back to their table. She ordered more booze.

“Are you sure that y
ou haven’t had enough to drink?” Mark asked, looking a little concerned.

“Come on, we are here to have fun, and that is what we are going to do. Let's have a little more and then I want you to take me somewhere and let your white cock fuck the daylights out of me,” she slurred at him, surprised at
herself because she would never have talked so openly if she were sober.

Well, that was the beauty of drin
king. She was seated on his lap, and so once again her hand disappeared into his pants, going straight for gold. She began jerking the cock with a little more force this time, making him grunt.

“How does that feel, honey,” she whispered into his ear.

“You are going to kill me with desire, why don’t you wait until we get out of here!”

“Nope, I just realized that this cock should have been mine a long time ago, and now that I have finally realized it, I'll have my hand on it any chance that I get.”

The drinks arrived, and Desiree drained her drink in one flash, and the booze kicked almost instantly. She pulled her hand out of his pants and pushed her lips on to his, kissing him passionately as their tongues began playing together again. She pulled her lips away a short while later.

“Come on, let's get the hell outta here, let's go to the beach,” she said in a very intoxicated tone.

And intoxicated she was, not only by the alcohol, but also by the burning lust that she felt. They made their way out of the club with Mark holding Desiree to prevent her from stumbling. Outside the air was fresh, and in the distance they could hear the waved splashing on the beach. They found a bench near the beach under some coconut palms, and the moment that they sat down, Desiree began pulling open Mark's pants. She wanted to get look at the huge monster cock that she had been jerking just moments ago, and so she unbuckled his belt and then pulled the jeans open. She then pulled his boxers over his manhood, and there it stood in all of its heavenly glory. The cock was just like she had thought, white with a pink circumcised head, and it was thick and long. She imagined how it would feel inside her pussy, and it made her shiver with pleasure. She crouched infront of him and lowered her head to his crotch, sniffing in his pubic hair and then trembling with desire as the male scent hit her nose.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of the manhood and began jerking it slowly as she lowered her head to the pecker and wrapped her lips around the white cock. The contrast in color between her dark lips and the white skin of his cock only seemed to heighten the arousal that she was feeling as she started sucking on the cock head. She played her tongue over the tip, loving the taste and
warmth of his pre-cum on her tongue. All the while, she was jerking his throbbing cock with one hand, while her other hand went to his balls and began fondling around with them, massaging them as they rolled around in their slippery sac. Her pussy was aching with need. She wanted it to also get some attention, and she got an idea of how it could be done two ways. She got up and pulled off her wet thongs, handing them Mark, who took them to his nose and sniffed them in.

“MMhh, babe, you smell yummy!” he murmured.

“Well, let's see if I taste yummy then, get onto your back, lie down on the bench.”

Desiree pushed Mark onto his back on the bench, before climbing onto the bench and straddling his head with her aching pussy directly above his face. Mark wrapped his hands around her thighs after pushing her dress up over her hips, and then he pulled her down on to his head, his lips fusing with her pussy lips as he began eating her out. Desiree felt her
pussy filling with erotic pleasure as she felt his tongue playing over her clit and over the walls of her pussy. She stayed there rubbing her pussy over his mouth, reveling in the pleasure that his tongue was bringing her. She then leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth once again. They began pleasuring each other in the 69 position, Mark filling her pussy with his tongue as he tongue fucked her. Desiree on the other hand was marveling at the huge size of the white dick in her mouth as she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft until her jaws ached from being stretched to the limit.

She also had her fingers wrapped around the base of the dick, and she was jerking in the same motion with the way that she was mouth fucking him. Desiree felt Mark parting her butt cheeks.
Oh no, he is not going to do what I think he is!
She felt his finger on the rim of her butt hole, and then it began pressing into her butt hole. The finger pushed all the way into her butt and then began pushing and pulling in and out of the asshole. As he finger fucked her, driving her wild with erotic desire, he took her clit into his mouth and began sucking on it. That was the end of the road for Desiree, and she pulled her mouth off the cock and climaxed.

“I'm coming, Mark, don’t stop, oh yess!” she moaned
as Mark lashed his tongue around in her pussy violently while working his finger in and out of her butt hole faster and harder until her climax finally came to an end. “Now I want to feel your pecker inside me.”

She got off him as he also got off the bench. Desiree bent over the bench with her bare ass in the air behind her, and Mark moved in behind her.

*****

Mark did not know how he would ever be able to thank the lord. He was just about to make love to the most precious woman in his life, although she was pretty drunk and would probably not remember how it had felt in the morning. He moved behind her, admiring her chocolate colored butt as he ran his fingers through her pussy one more time. He then grabbed his dick and guided it in between her thighs, taking the pecker all the way to the entrance of her love nest. He eased his dick into her pussy lips until just the head of his dick was inside her wetness, before he began fucking her with just the head.
She wiggled her butt with desire.

“Slam the damn cock in,” she demanded.

Who was he to let a beautiful black chick like her down, he slammed his white cock into her pussy hard, driving it all the way in, before he began pumping in and out hard and fast. He felt her tightening her pussy muscles around his penis, increasing the pleasurable friction that he was feeling. Her cunt felt tight around his shaft, and the wetness made his desire soar. He could feel his balls slapping against her pussy lips whenever his white body slapped against her dark body, and the heat inside them told him that he was really going to explode when he came.

“Oh yes, fuck me harder, harder, yess!” she moaned over and over.

The moans spurred Mark on, and he slapped her dark butt with his hands, making her moan louder as he worked his cock in and out of the love hole harder and faster. He could feel the heat inside the pussy rising, and moments later, her pussy contracted over his shaft. Her pussy exploded into an orgasm, pooling up with her love juices as it made contractions over his shaft. The pleasure got to a point that Mark could not handle, and his cock stiffened in her vagina as he climaxed, shooting his load deep inside her. Ten minutes later, they were in the club again, and although Mark tried to tell her not to have more drinks, she insisted on drinking.

“Honey, I think you’ve had enough of these,” Mark said, pushing the glasses infront of her away. “Let me take you home.”

“No, I'm not going home, take me to Vegas. Let's fly to Vegas and get married on the strip,” she slurred.

“I think that you have had a little too much to drink. Why don’t you go and sleep and then we can go in the morning.”

“No, I want to go and get married right now. I know that you are in love with me, and to prove it, take me to Vegas and marry me,” she insisted.

How could he possibly fly off and marry Desiree when she was in such a drunken state? She could barely stand on her own, and besides, she might regret what she had done when she became sober in the morning. He would have dashed off with her if she was sober and married her without thinking twice, but now things were different.

“Take me to Vegas and marry me,” she screamed, bringing attention to their table as the other revelers turned to find out what was happening.

“But-“

“No buts, Mark, it is either you take me to Vegas so that we can get married, or else you will never see me again, because I am going to take the first flight out of here to anywhere,” she screamed as Mark looked around with a little embarrassment.

He was from a very prominent family and his mother would faint if she heard that he had just ran off with some drunk black woman and married her. His leaving the family business to go and work in some supermarket had already made his mom and dad think that he was crazy, but it was just because he wanted to find a life of his own, one where he was not always being intimidated by his dad. He had found the peace that he wanted at the supermarket, and he intended to work his way up the ranks since it was a huge chain of stores strewn across the country and beyond. Apart from the peace, he had also found the woman of his dreams, although she had not noticed him until today.

“Okay, let me see if there are any available flights out of L.A.,” he tried to quieten her down as he led her out of the club towards his car. “No, on the contrary, we can take my dad’s private jet.”

He pulled out his cell phone and called his dad’s personal assistant. He quickly made the flight arrangements, before he hang up and called Vegas. He knew a couple of people there, and so he went ahead and also made logistics arrangements, as well as the wedding preparations. He looked at Desiree slouched in her seat, dead asleep. This was a crazy idea, but the whole club could bear witness that she had practically forced him to fly her out and marry her. This was the first time that he had ever done something so crazy, but funnily enough, it had his adrenaline pumping in a way that excited him. If she regretted marrying him, he would simply call his dad’s lawyer and arrange for a quick divorce. At the airport, he drove into the VIP runway, where the jet was waiting for them. The pilot looked at them skeptically, wondering where Mark was going with such a drunk woman. Mark knew that the news will have gotten to his dad by the time that they got back from Vegas.

Mark tied seatbelts around her after putting her in her seat, and moments later they were cleared and were soaring 30,000 feet above sea level. His mind was racing with millions of things going on through his mind. This crazy idea of marrying a woman who was so intoxicated and all had his mind occupied. They touched down a few hours later, and there was a limo waiting for them on the runway. At least Desiree was conscious by the time that they arrived, and she managed to stagger to the car.

“Hello Mark?” the driver said, as the privacy window in the car came down.

“Hi joseph, do you have the rings with you?”

“Yes sir, they are in the cabinet on the side, sir.”

“Great, now, take us to the Elvis Presley chapel.”

“Yes sir.”

The privacy window went up and the car moved forward.

“Honey, are we in Vegas?” Desiree asked with a slur.

“That is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he replied, pulling her into his arms and sealing his lips onto hers to begin kissing her passionately, driving his tongue deep into her mouth.

His dick began getting hard with arousal, but he could not afford to get horny right now. They had a wedding to attend to in a couple of minutes and it would not be appropriate to do so with an erection. He pulled his lips away from hers, but Desiree instead unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out of his pants. She lowered her head to the pecker before he could stop her, and moments later he felt her lips curling around the head, she then began mouth fucking him, taking
his dick deep into her mouth, and then pulling up until only the head was inside. She gave him such an intensive blowjob that within no time, he felt his shaft stiffen, and then his cum flooded into her mouth. She was still pretty drunk, but she managed to swallow every drop of his white seed. His pecker became soft after he finished coming.

“Are there any drinks in here?” she asked as she zipped his trouser.

“Yeah, in there, although I don’t really think that you are in any shape to drink.”

“That’s what you think.”

She reached for the cabinet and brought out a bottle of champagne, popping the lid open and drinking directly from the bottle. They arrived the chapel twenty minutes later, and everything had been arranged by his connections. The priest was ready to bind them together. Mark was relieved when Desiree made her way across the pew, staggering albeit, because he had thought that she would probably fall down halfway there. And they became husband and wife.