Southern Wonderland [MF] [Ebony] [Creampie]

*[Disclaimer –I haven’t written sex fiction in a year so I am a bit rusty. I am not American but* *I like the South for its texture and vibrancy. Obviously I won’t get every detail and nuance completely correct so forgive me in advance for that. I specialise in Ebony erotica because we are underrepresented in NSFW circles. Enjoy the story and imagine the characters as if they are you. Go to *** for all the nasty NSFW sex shit LOL. Enjoy <3]*

Summer – Somewhere in the South

Vivian looked around at this city in the South and rolled her eyes a little bit. She just came from Paris – her alltime favourite city with its cobbled streets, magnificent architecture and illicit burlesque clubs in the Pigalle neighbourhood that she loved so much. Some people would call Vivian an *Afropolitan* – an African jetsetter who knows more about Monaco, St Tropez and Miami than about struggle, war or poverty which is what people think Africa is all about. Her gilded world of private jet travel on the African continent always shocked people who didn’t know her when she came on holiday. Now she was in the South in town for a wedding of her best friend.

This city she was in was quaint – charming in a nostalgickind of way. Not her usual haunts such as the cafés in the French Riviera but she could get into it. She knew there would be men and she could use tasting a full American cock in her pussy because she had not had sex in months. As she looked around at the buildings in her taxi to her hotel, she had to concede they had that Southern charm that she had heard so much about.

When she got to the hotel, the sun was still out and she could feel that Southern heat on her skin. She needed a dip in the pool. After changing into her royal blue swimsuit, she entered the pool which had a gorgeous aquamarine tint to it. The water felt luscious on her skin after her long trip to get to this nameless Southern city. She could feel her nipples getting hard as she did breaststrokes and she remembered they look erect when she is wearing this specific swimsuit.

At the corner of her eye, she could see a man trying not to look at her. She kept on swimming. She would deal with him later.

*

‘She thinks she is so fucking sexy and she isn’t all that’ – one of Michael’s friends said as they sat poolside.

‘Come on man, she is a bad bitch’ – another friend replied. They were drinking bourbon while looking at porn on their phones.

‘Michael what do you think?’ – one of them asked. Michael was struggling to think of an appropriate answer. He had seen Vivian around at parties when she was in the US but he was never introduced. Mahalia, his friend, was getting married and she had said how excited she was that one of her close friends Vivian was coming to the wedding. Michael and a bunch of his friends were in town just for this wedding as well so it was pure chance they were at this same hotel. Mahalia had mentioned that Vivian was an African oil heiress and led a charmed life in Paris. All Michael could think about was how her curves filled out her blue swimming suit. It looked like one of those Fashion Nova swimsuits that Instagram girls like to wear – tight fitting, left little to the imagination and hugged her huge breasts perfectly.

‘She’s OK, nothing we haven’t seen before’ – he replied as he continued to read his book. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was lying. His cock twitched as he tried to catch glances of her from the corners and top of his Ray Ban sunglasses. She looked sensual, voluptuous but toned as she stepped out of the pool. She was what his friends called – *blue-black*. Her skin was so black that it looked almost obsidian. His cock was getting harder as he looked at her smooth skin that had droplets of water all over it. The contrast between her midnight black skin and her bright royal blue swimsuit was almost too much to bear as he watched her walk towards him.

*Fuck.*

*Shit.*

*I am hard.*

Michael put a towel over his crotch because he was completely erect. She dismissively acknowledged at his friends and she actually asked one of them who was sitting next to Michael to get up so she could sit there. He hesitated for a bit before another man ordered him to stand up ‘for the lady’.

‘Are you reading Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll?’ she asked as she tilted her head to look at him. She had this big gorgeous Afro that was just as black as her skin. He noticed one of her cheeks had a dimple in it too.

‘Yeah – it is one of my favourite books’ Michael stammered as he swallowed. His cock was not going down. He wondered if she could see his erection.

He listened to her talk about her favourite characters from the book and couldn’t believe he was talking to her about Alice in Wonderland out of all things.

‘It’s one of my favourite books. I love the Queen of Hearts’, she added.

‘My wife likes her too’ Michael added clumsily. He had no idea why he felt the need to mention that he was married.

Vivian smiled as Michael blurted out his marital status. He was shy and sexy in this glorious binary dynamic that she wanted to learn more about. She ordered a gin martini as he nervously started making small talk. She had no idea he liked Alice in Wonderland. Now she had to have him – it was her favourite book for its whimsical yet dark underbelly that few people understood. She noticed he was wearing a sterling silver wedding ring but that wasn’t going to stop her. Mahalia said he was half black, half white. All Vivian wanted to know is when she was going to ride his cock.

Eric watched Michael and Vivian talking by the pool and it was clear that he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Eric could tell by how Michael was talking that he was tempted by her. Her international accent and how she smiled was alluring. Michael had been happily married for years to his wife – a church girl who had bore him 2 children. It was totally out of his character for him to even be speaking to a woman in public who wasn’t his wife. He decided to put a stop to this.

He walked over there and told Michael it was probably time to pick up his wife from church and to sober up since his wife wasn’t into drinking. Michael made his excuses but before Eric could pull him away, he gave her his business card and told him to contact her before she left the city after the wedding. She had mentioned that she needed someone to write a business plan for her, and since he was an author he could do that – ostensibly.

Michael had to deal with Eric’s moralising as they got out of the lift and headed to the car. *You are married, you have no business talking to a woman in a skimpy swimsuit who isn’t your wife!* Eric explained as they drove to the church. *Your wife is volunteering at church while you are ogling a slut*, he said again. He knew Eric was right but he couldn’t ignore how Vivian made his heart beat so fast as he sat next to her. He felt a twinge of guilt that he had given her his business card. She probably wouldn’t call.

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‘What’s the deal on Michael and his wife?’ Vivian asked in between sips of a mojito as she caught up with her best friend and the bride to be, Mahalia at a local bar a few days after seeing Michael at the hotel pool. The wedding was in 4 days and Vivian would be leaving straight afterwards. Mahalia gave Vivian a sharp look and gave a quick summary – both church people, grew up together, and now the wife has kids, she won’t put out. Vivian was starting to zone out hearing Mahalia talk about her wedding when she stopped talking about Michael but the one tidbit that she couldn’t stop thinking about was the fact Michael’s wife does not give him sex. No wonder the poor baby had a huge hard-on that he desperately tried to hide when she sat next to him.

She knew what she had to do.

After Mahalia dropped her back at her hotel, she got into her suite and used the hotel phone number to call Michael. She put on a frantic, crazed voice explaining that a man had tried to break into her hotel suite. She started fake crying and screaming, telling him to come and get her immediately. She told him to come alone as she was from a big family in Africa so she couldn’t go to the police in the US and have anyone know that she was almost raped. Michael sounded so worried and he said he would come alone immediately and they would figure out what to do. He told her he could be there in 20 minutes, and he heard his wife in the background asking what is wrong before he hung up.

***

She smirked after she put the phone down and put on her all-time favourite pre-sex gaming song: Face Down by Meek Mill. She lipsynched to the whole song on her laptop speakers as she chose lingerie from her luggage. Her super luxurious suite had white décor everywhere – she thought her lipstick red suspenders, stockings and bra would go perfectly so she could be the centre of attention. She took a hot shower before getting into the lingerie. She took the shower head and the water pressure covered her clit – it felt like a waterfall as she rubbed her clit with the gushing water. She shaved a few extra hairs off her pussy – she wanted him to see every crevice of her pussy.

As she washed herself clean, her clit was ready, ready to be touched and ready to be in a sensual wonderland of its own. Vivian lathered her skin in cocoa butter – she knew men loved that chocolate scent that it had. She looked supple and good enough to eat as she slipped into her red lingerie set.

She put on a grey sweatshirt over the lingerie so he wouldn’t be surprised when he saw her. She picked out her Afro a little bit to make it fuller and she put on her favourite bright red lipstick from MAC.

Her hotel suite phone rang – he was here and the concierge wanted to know if he should be sent up. She acquiesced.

By the time he knocked on her suite door, her heart started beating a little. She had never done something like this before and felt a twinge of….nerves or worry?

She opened the door and was smiling. Michael was asking her if she was OK and all she could say was she was fine.

‘What is going on? Is he gone? Should we go to the police?’ Michael asked as he walked around the suite.

‘There is no need to go to the police’ – she said in a softly spoken voice as Michael turned around to face her.

‘What is going on here?’

Vivian didn’t answer. She pulled off her grey sweatshirt to reveal her gorgeous body encased in her red lingerie. Michael gulped and swallowed. He was so confused. She said something bad had happened and someone tried to break into her hotel suite. But it wasn’t making sense. She walked over and pushed him onto the bed. Before he knew what was happening, she was straddling him and sitting on his crotch.

‘I know you want me. You know you want me. Let’s stop pretending’ Vivian said as she firmly straddled him on top of his crotch and squeezed her thighs tight so his legs couldn’t escape. He started breathing heavily and he could feel himself getting hard. Again.

‘You faked this?’

Vivian nodded with a smile as she smoothed down her red lacy bra and looked into his chocolate brown eyes. He noticed that the suite was completely clean, almost like it had been untouched.

‘I’m married, I can’t do this’ he protested quietly.

‘If you are married, why are you allowing a woman in lingerie to sit on top of you?’ Vivian asked as she started to unbutton his shirt.

Michael couldn’t believe this was happening. The night when he went home after Eric scolded him, his wife was in the living room with their kids as he showered. He couldn’t stop thinking about how firm Vivian’s breasts looked. He masturbated thinking about if her nipples were as dark as her skin. He wondered if her areolas were as impressive as the size of her tits. He finished hard thinking about her but he knew nothing could come of it. He was married. He wanted to be true to his wife and children. But now she was on top of him, pushing him over the edge.

‘I really can’t do this’ He said as he clutched her hands to stop her unbuttoning his shirt completely. His cock was becoming even harder as she began to grind her pussy into his crotch. She just ignored his pleas and pushed her hands free from his. Vivian changed tack a bit. Maybe he needed to see more of her to change his mind?

She unhooked her vibrant red bra to reveal 2 large, heavy dark chocolate teardrop tits that fell beautifully out of the bra. She could feel a faint cock spasm as he saw her tits free for the first time. She took one of his hands and put it on her right breast. She moved it around for him so he could feel the fullness of her boob. His cock just became a rock hard iron rod at this point underneath the fabric of his trousers.

‘Don’t fight it’ she ordered as she took his other hand to put on her left breast. He let out a small groan. It was almost like he hadn’t seen tits in years – his reaction was one she was never going to forget.

‘My, my wife’ he said, almost like he was begging her to set him free.

‘She is never going to know’ Vivian replied and this time, she lay topless on top of him and put her tongue into the heat of his mouth. Michael hadn’t kissed his wife with tongue in months. The heat of their mouths intertwining in this kiss was a direct contrast to the frosty reality of his marital home. He started kissing her back, their tongues dancing in a fiery waltz. She was surprised when he grabbed her ass with both hands, and she was startled when he furiously took off all of her lingerie from her suspender belt, thong and stockings. She couldn’t have time to process how fast he was moving.

He threw her off him to the other side of the bed and he wasn’t gentle about it. He started taking off his belt and his clothes until he was completely naked. Her head sunk into the pillow when she saw what she had been waiting for.

It was…*beautiful*.

She often dreamt of cocks – from how the veins on thick cocks stood out to the large cock heads she was used to sucking. He was thick and long but not excessively so. He looked just perfect for her which is something she had always wanted.

Her throat was parched.

She *needed* her thirst quenched.

She didn’t need water.

She *needed* his cum – **now**.

He walked over to her side of the bed and her mouth welcomed him into the wonderland he had been dreaming of – being given a world class blowjob full of passion, desire, ferocity and skill. She licked his cock up and down, up and down and he could feel her mouth as a warm wet embrace from a woman that wanted to feel every drop of his masculinity in his mouth. Her saliva was taking over and coating his cock in it with so much that he didn’t even know how her mouth was producing so much spit. She gripped her hand at the base of his cock and got into a rhythm – up and down with her mouth and hand, periodically locking eyes with him. He thought he was going to explode then suddenly…

…she stopped.

‘Take me Daddy – fill me up’ she whispered as she laid back into the bed. He didn’t need to be told twice.

It was so wrong. It felt so right. He had yearned to be called Daddy in bed by a woman and now it was happening – she just wasn’t his wife.

He must have looked so green to her because he didn’t even finger her or give her the chance to have her clit teased. She pulled him on top of her with her legs wide open, put some spit on his finger and motioned him to rub her clit over and over again as she melted into the bed. He could hear her faint moans as he circled around her clit and on it. She was impatient for his cock though – it was too much.

She grabbed it and pushed it into her intensely oven-hot and super wet pussy. Just like how Alice fell down the rabbit hole to Wonderland, he fell into her pussy’s hot embrace and she locked him in with her legs. Vivian thought he needed more encouragement but this is where his primal masculine urges kicked in. He started thrusting in and out, in and out and he pinned her hands into the bed as their hands interlocked with each other. He bit her ear, licked her neck and furiously bit each of her tits as he got into his groove of thrusting. She was so shocked that he bit her tit and left teeth marks and she could feel herself becoming even more wet, moaning with each hard thrust he made.

His rocking back and forth in and out of her pussy was too much to handle, and she got one of her hands free to rub her clit to match each of his heavy pulsating strokes. While she knew Michael was shy and quiet, she had no idea he had this fiery intensity lurking under his literature-loving exterior. She wanted to match him – stroke for stroke. She started tightening her pussy muscles – off, on, off, on to grip his cock even further. She hadn’t used her dildo in months and she hadn’t been filled up by a man in even longer so she knew she felt tight but she wanted to push him over the edge.

She increased the intensity of her pussy tightening as if she was wringing water out of wet clothing. She could feel his cock beginning to twitch. *Come for me Daddy* she whispered.

‘I’m going to cum, let me pull out’ he grunted. Instead she held him even closer, tightening her legs around him like a vice.

‘Come inside me – I want every drop of you’ she moaned.

He couldn’t hold it in any longer – his cock exploded into her pussy. She could feel it being released into the galaxy of her pussy as he went limp on top of her. Their breathing was laboured and heavy. His sweat was all over her chest as he imprinted it onto her. When he pulled out of her, she could feel his cum dripping out slowly out of her pussy. It was one hell of a load.

She wanted to savour every single drop of his cum. It is obvious he hadn’t released in some time and she was happy it was her not his wife who could to experience it. While she didn’t cum, she felt intense satisfaction and pleasure from knowing he did.

‘I am, I am sorry, I got carried away. I can get you the plan B, I’ll pay for it’ – he said with a worried and forlorn look in his face. She told him she was on the pill and she didn’t need him to pay for anything. As he began to drift away to sleep, his mobile phone rang. He jolted up, startled and looked at the caller ID. It was Eric. Before he could answer it, Vivian cancelled the call.

‘Is he in love with you or something?’ she asked jokingly.

‘No, he is just, he is just worried about me’ he answered a little on the defence.

‘I should leave now. Look, I… I really don’t want my wife to know about this. I could lose everything, my kids, my volunteer role in our church’, he stammered with a look of sheer terror in his eyes as he stood up and got dressed.

‘No one will know unless you tell them’ – Vivian purred with a smile that was hard to place. He noticed his cum was still sticky all over her pussyhole, she hadn’t even bothered to wipe herself, that is how drenched she was in it.

As he got himself dressed, she watched and was trying to figure out her next move. She had to get rid of Eric if she was going to ride his cock without any more resistance from him. She either needed to find some dirt on him or find him a bitch to fuck –either way Eric was a cockblocker who had to be dealt with.

‘Thank you Daddy for making me feel like a woman’

The way she said this sentence as they stood opposite each other as he was about to leave was the most erotic thing he had heard in years. As he closed the door, all he could think about was how Vivian had made him feel like a man after such a long time. He was the one who should be saying thank you and he was going to find a way to thank her – without his wife knowing.

*

THE END

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