Big Black Cravings 2 (Interracial 3 Book Erotic Romance Bundle) E-Book

Jane Snow

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Three different hot, sweaty tales, but they all have the same big black cravings in common. Once they see their ebony men glisten as if they were made out of chiseled marble, there's no way to stop the cravings. Tanya, Lauren, and Theresa all share their amazing chocolate cravings in this three book bundle of interracial erotica. This bundle includes Big Black Private Lesson, Big Black Garage Shop, and Big Black Pizza Shop. Can the three white women comprehend the strength of their ebony men, and satisfy their big black cravings?

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Big Black Cravings 2

By Jane Snow

Table of Contents

Big Black Private Lesson

Big Black Garage Shop

Big Black Pizza Shop

About the Author

Big Black Private Lesson

I closed the door to my house, breathing hard.  My sports bra and jogging shorts were covered in sweat.  My husband, David, had left on another business trip to China for the week. 

He was home for this weekend, but was too busy staying at our neighbor, Jimmy’s place, catching up on some shows on his friend’s DVR.  I was fairly close with Jimmy’s wife, Stephanie, a tall brunette with a slim, sexy body and slightly thick thighs. 

I actually envied her body at times, as I was nowhere near as tall, fairly pale, with moderate sized breasts and a fairly round, but not large ass.  After pulling off my sweat soaked sports bra, I slid off my jogging shorts.  My large nipples sprung up as the cold air surrounded my sweaty body immediately.

After a quick shiver, I hurried over to the shower and slipped out of my thong.  I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes roaming the curves of my body up and down.  My moderately sized breasts were topped off with dark red, puffy nipples. 

I had a flat stomach, with signs of a six pack slightly showing through, which I was absolutely proud of.  It had taken a couple years of hard workouts, consisting of long runs mixed with yoga and Pilates.  I left a small patch of hair above my pussy, which David always complained about.

To surprise him on one of his birthdays, I had shaved and waxed once, but I felt that it made me look underage and it felt really uncomfortable.  Not to mention the waxing hurt like an absolute bitch, while the reward was rather... unsatisfying.  I sighed as I stepped into the shower, David enjoyed having sex but most of the times it would last five, maybe ten minutes.

The warm water washed through me, cleansing me of my morning workout.  Frustration filled me as my hands made their way to my still hard nipples.  I moaned as one hand made its way down, past my semi-six pack and towards the lips of my sex. 

My hand trembled as I began to rub my clit slowly while gently twisting one of my sensitive nipples.  David wasn’t a bad husband by any means, he was rising through the ranks of his company, but he never seemed to satisfy me in bed.  Even before we married, he could never make me climax.

Of course, being young, I never figured that it would play that big of a part in a marriage.  I rubbed faster but paused as I heard my phone ring, just barely.  My lust died down as I turned off the water.

I quickly grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my body.  After quickly tying a knot, and pulling my hair in a bun, I stepped out of the bathroom.  I ran over to the phone and managed to answer before the last ring.

“Hello?  Burr residence.”

“Hey Tanya, it’s me, Stephanie.”  A voice answered.

“Oh hey Stephanie!  What’s going on?”

“I was wondering if you were able to think about what we talked about at lunch a few days ago.”  Stephanie asked.

I thought for a minute, trying to recall what everyone had talked about during lunch.  Rosie, another nearby neighbor, a fiery, red headed woman, talked about her husband’s infidelity, while Elizabeth talked about her recent hookup.  Stephanie on the other hand talked about...

“Oh!  The fitness instructor?” I asked.

“Yup.  I had a quick chat with him and he said he’s free every morning.  Since he’s just starting, he’s giving neighbors a big discount for private lessons.  I ran into him this morning and he asked if I had talked with anybody,” Stephanie replied.

“I just took a shower, let me just dry my hair and I’ll stop by.  Nothing like a good stretch after running and taking a shower, I guess.”

“Okay, well tell me how it goes!”

I nodded unconsciously as I put down my phone and walked back to the bathroom to grab another towel to dry my hair.  My long, silky black hair flew back as I turned on my hair dryer.  While I had told her that I would stop by, I was still debating on whether or not I should actually go visit the black trainer that had just moved into our neighborhood.

To be quite honest, I was afraid of black people.  My parents had been robbed at gun point by a couple of black men, not once but twice.  I had asked them to move out of Chicago but they seemed fine with the situation.

I sighed and walked to the bedroom, my hair finally somewhat dry.  After digging through my drawer, I grabbed a bright pink thong, a pair of spandex yoga pants and a new purple sports bra.  While I wasn’t fond of wearing thongs often, I also didn’t want an outline of my underwear against my ass.

Regardless of whether I headed over to the black neighbor’s house or not, I planned on doing some yoga.  I walked to the office to grab a piece of paper from the office when I noticed that the computer was still on.  My husband always had a tendency of leaving the computer on, no matter how many times I told him it wasted energy.

I turned on the monitor and went to shut down the computer but noticed that a folder was open.  It was labeled ‘Black Attack 4’ with a couple of video files inside, in thumbnail view.  I could barely see the image in the tiny thumbnail and wondered what the videos were.  The title was a bit strange, and I wondered if they were videos about violent criminals who were black.

Once the video started up, I stared in shock as I realized I had just played a porn video!  The intro had several white women bouncing up and down atop black men, their amazingly large cocks slamming between the small women’s legs.  My hand moved on its own, forwarding the progress bar, just to see one part of a scene.

The second my finger left the mouse, the video began playing where I left the progress bar.  A stacked blonde woman was on her knees, rubbing on the largest cock I had ever seen.  The woman moved in closer and stuck the monstrous member between her bright red lips.

“That... can’t be real...”  I whispered, my eyes glued to the screen. 

The woman moved her face forward, sinking the long black rod deeper into her mouth.  She gagged as she tried to take in more and more of the ebony member.  My own lips salivated, and my crotch grew warm at the sight.  I quickly closed the video and turned off the monitor.

For a moment, I had to close my eyes, trying to get the image out of my head.  The cock in the video didn’t look real; it was too long, too large and too thick.  David had, what I thought, was an average sized penis, but then again, he was my first and only boyfriend, now husband.  I only guessed he was average based on what I had heard from others.

I was shocked at first but I began to feel angry and appalled as I realized that David hadn’t tried to have sex with me in weeks and it appeared that he was getting his rocks off on porn videos.  He had a tendency of looking at tall blonde women, and this was probably one of the reasons why.  I bit my lower lip as I felt a familiar frustration slowly grow in the pit of my stomach.

After giving it a bit of time, I decided to go out and visit this personal trainer that had just moved into the neighborhood.  Working out usually helped me get the frustration out of my body at times like this.  I rushed downstairs and placed a piece of paper on the fridge door, with a note letting David know that I was out working out. 

After making sure the note stuck to the fridge, I opened the door and grabbed a ready-made protein shake from inside.  I had to shake it a bit before I walked out at a brisk pace.  There was at least a good hour or two to learn some new yoga moves before David came back home. 

Sure hope Stephanie knows what she’s talking about; I really didn’t feel like having yet another disappointment weighing me down...

As I approached the black trainer’s house, I heard shouting from across the street.  Stephanie lived across the street and I could see David laughing it up with Jimmy.  The two were oblivious to the fact that I was right across the street, too busy watching a football game from a couple weeks prior. 

I thought about visiting but decided against it and walked to the doorstep of Leroy.  My hand hovered over the doorbell as I contemplated whether or not this would be worth it.  As my finger pressed the doorbell, my mind quickly flashed back to my husband’s porn video.

The door flung open, breaking me from my thoughts and in front of me stood a giant black man, with huge broad shoulders, a tree trunk of a neck and biceps at least three times the size of David’s.  He was wearing a white wifebeater and some jogging pants.  His head was tilted down as he looked down at me with a smile and stuck out his hand.  I only stared back at him, completely taken aback and breathless.

“Tanya Burr?”  He asked.

I nodded, my gut wrenching, afraid of the big black beast of a man that stood before me.  I was at a loss for words but still managed to make my arm move.  Raising my tiny hand, he took it and shook it, his immense hand enveloping mine.

“Well come on in!  I’m Leroy.”  He continued, his smile never leaving his face. 

He turned and walked inside and I followed, my legs moving on their own.  After stepping inside, I took one last glance across the street before closing the door behind me.  My heart raced and I gripped tightly onto my drink as I followed in the large black man’s footsteps.

“You want anything to drink?”  Leroy asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

“No, I have a protein shake.”

Leroy shook his head as he walked out of the kitchen.  He drank out of a large gallon of water, his large biceps tensed up as he held the jug up.  After taking a long drink, he plopped it on the counter.

“You need to watch out for those.  An all-natural protein drink is much better than that corporate shit.”  He informed, pointing at my drink.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling curious at his response, “All-natural?  Like Greek yogurt?”

“Nah, I’ll try to get you some later, after I work you out with my intense yoga.”  He replied with a large grin.

I shrugged at his response and followed Leroy to the living room.  The room was relatively barren, most likely from just moving in to town.  He had a mat on the ground and a large brown leather sofa nearby. 

He moved his coffee table to the side, easily lifting it up with one powerful arm.  After shoving it aside, he stood at the center of the living room.  He began stretching his thick, muscular legs and I thought I saw him looking me up and down.

“All right, today’s session we’re going to do some inversion moves. They’re really good for stretching out the back, legs, and tightening up the glutes.”  Leroy explained as he continued stretching his legs. 

“Are you familiar with any?”  He asked.

I smirked and nodded proudly, “Yeah, totally!  My favorite is the plow.”

“Well show me what you got.”  He replied with a smile.

I got on my back atop the mat and pushed my legs into the air.  Using my arms, I pushed my hips up and over.  My feet were soon above my head, my toes on the mat.  Leroy stood quietly with his arms crossed.

“How’s that?”  I asked.

“Not bad!”  Leroy replied.

I glanced up at his eye and I could clearly tell that they were roaming my whole body.  His eyes focused down between my legs and I tensed up for a moment.  I had forgotten that these were the leggings that were see through when stretched too far.

My face began to grow hot as I realized that he could probably see my thong.  He nodded in approval and pulled down his jogging pants.  I bit my lower lip as I saw his chiseled lower frame, his crotch hidden by just a tiny pair of spandex shorts.

“Hold on, gotta get these stupid pants out of the way, makes it hard to stretch.”  Leroy said as he crumpled up the pants and tossed them to the side.

“While I’m getting comfortable, have you ever tried the spread eagle position?”  He aske [...]