Movie Play

“Deep?!?! Girl, you got to be outta your fucking mind! You still got a few more inches to go before I even get it in good. That’s just getting it in good. Breaking you off something proper is an entirely different story!” The translucent man on the wall grunted.

The woman with the gigantic titties underneath the man panted softly against his slight thrust.

“Oh, man,” the man stayed persistent, pulling up a little and the pushing down into her even more. “If this right here is deep for you, then what the hell has your man been doing with your sweet cunt all these years?!”

The heavy-breasted woman gasped again.

“I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad getting it like this. His stubby little pencil dick not working is my gain, huh? Though, I do feel extremely sorry for what I’m going to have to do to you and that pussy of yours. Because if you never ever had some good dick to explain to it that it should be talking back while it’s doing its thing, then it’s going to be like you getting your kitty scratched for the very first time.”

The heavy-breasted woman wailed.

“That’s great for me because that means I’m going to have fun stretching out some virgin territory. Unfortunately for you, I’m not working with a starter kit…or an intermediary kit. No matter which way you look at it, this dick got a long way to go before it bust you wide open!!!”

The heavy-breasted woman on the receiving end of the well-endowed giant let out a war cry to the continuing inches goading her.

A brief stillness circulated around the room as everybody watched. Even the most heterosexual of men had to feel for her. There was so much of him plunging into so little of her that a moment of silence had to be given out of respect to her pussy. Because, even if the worthless bastard didn’t take it out to pasture, every man knew that it was bound never to be the same again.

Drake felt the subtle tension in the room erupt to the backdrop of the ill-timed rowdy hoots of a couple of tipsy guests. Drake sensed that it had been building quietly ever since the plot on the projectile screen slowly revealed itself, showing a personable husband off to work while leaving his desperate housewife to entertain male company in his absence. Like most men, most were most oblivious to it. Most, if not all of them, were too heavily invested in the well-hung stud screwing the lights out of this gorgeous brunette with these pink pouty lips. The sex showing was enticing, but the power that this libidinous beast held over this woman was exciting if not electrifying. No slippery hands around her waist. With nothing more than his massive arm extended out in front of her, as to steady himself, he had her pinned to the carpeted floor with her ass up to greet him. Just that one, as the other arm went behind his back. It was as if the pose, the position was a sure given that his nearly impressive penis was big enough to keep her in place. Just like that.

“Aaaahh, shit! Motherfucker! It’s too big! Too big!!”

“Too big?! Too big?!? Now, I’m a motherfucker, huh? You make sure you remember that after I’m done resizing this little cunt of yours!”

“Oh, God!”

Drake was calmly sipping on his alcoholic concoction enjoying the film when he felt it. The way the tension lingered about stuck out like a sore thumb to him. Of course, the handful of men that it pertained to, those that were uncomfortable with the scene in front of them weren’t bold enough to say anything to the contrary. And to simply walk out while the movie was playing might have given way to some unintended bigotry.

“Don’t fight it bitch! I’m just fucking you deep. That’s all. That’s the only way a nigga like me knows how to do it…you married cracker-trash ho!”

There it was—the tension confirmed, and now the no-no word added to it to make it even tenser for the already-tense.

On the wall was a large black man with long swinging dreads, showing the contrast of his dark dick to the alabaster skin he was impaling. And in the room, there were a disproportionate number of black men to white, nearly four to one, with a few other races sprinkled in between.

White minority or not, Drake smiled, removing his cup from his lips listening intensely to the screams coming out of this woman as she took the most relentless pounding of her life.

Her cries were definitely real. He was certain of this because they weren’t coming out of her mouth like the countless bad porn actresses he seen over the years but out of her guts, like someone actually in the throes of agony. Drake adjusted himself in his seat. His dick was hard. His masochist nature awakened. Drake wasn’t sure if anybody else caught on, but he certainly did. Even those that were so tense in that room might have missed it, but not him. It was fleeing, a mere twitch, but very significant nonetheless as the white woman reacted to the black man’s name-calling. If she was anything before, surely, she made the concerted effort to become just that just then and there. Overriding the suffering she was in, the humiliation she was enduring that one human being could be so brutal and cruel to another against the tears streaming down her face. She was eager—no, she was ravenous —to be everything he said she was just for him. If he wanted her to be a married cracker-trash ho, she was going to be that and whatever else the black man needed her to be. The way her tormented body welcomed the bouts of pleasure she received gave way to that. The instant wetness of her pussy showing up on his lengthy dick was further testimony to that followed by the sloshing about that could be heard second to her roaring whimpers.

“Where in the hell are you running off to? Bring it back, slut! I ain’t nearly done with it yet.” The man said snatching her by her hair to him.

“My pussy hurts!” The woman sniveled.

“Your pussy hurts? That’s because you never had a real man fuck it down so good before. I told you by the time I bust this nutt, your pussy will be talking back to me in tongue.”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” the woman groaned, “Oh God! Sheeetah-ah-ah-ah!!!”

Since Drake was sitting center row, in the same row as the honored guests, his eyes gazed over to find his boy Rocky sitting there with a tub of popcorn in his lap and a twinkle in his eye. He was getting married the day after next, hence the reason for the male-only party. Rocky was a longtime coworker of Drake’s from the moving company he worked at before Rocky landed a promotion at another moving company. The two stayed in touch. Drake liked Rocky because they liked the same thing for two totally different reasons. Drake watched this flick and saw one thing. Rocky watched this same flick and saw another. This revelation came to light when Drake gave Rocky a lift home one night. No matter when Drake left for work, either before or after the afternoon rush, he always managed to get stuck in the gridlock out on the expressway. Unable to afford one of those DVD players for his beat-up car, he decided to take the cover off one of his favorite pornos and whip out his dick whenever he got stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Drake was so used to riding alone that when his friend discovered it, the only thing he could do was blush. Rocky could’ve been embarrassed for him or regretted asking him for a ride, considering it was the cover of one of his bukkake videos. But rather than sit there and judge, Rocky questioned him about it, and after he got a straight answer, Rocky ended up beating his meat right along side Drake on the congested highway.

Rocky was a short, burly black man marrying an educated black woman that had a great affinity for fucking white women. Drake thought Rocky was shooting shit as he bragged about his many conquests around the way. Many of whom Drake came in contact with on a daily basis ordering from the fast-food joints or about the convenient stores near his job. His doubt was put to an end when Drake lucked up on a move with Rocky who convinced this divorcée to tag team her as their tip. And although she went through with it, always keeping one in her mouth and one in her snatch, Drake thought it was a fluke. Then, a couple of months after that, after the two were paired again on another move, Rocky talked this happily married woman to give up her virgin butthole to him before her evangelist husband miraculously appeared with his holier-than-thou attitude. If Drake wasn’t a believer before, he certainly became one, especially since his paycheck took a nasty hit after Rocky broke the bed beating the pussy up and got the bitch to claim the damages against the company. Drake was appreciative that Rocky was kind enough to keep him whole during the garnishments even though his paycheck took a greater hit. Over the years, it became crystal clear that white women everywhere seemed to favor the chocolate teddy bear and he favored them for all the freaky things they were willing to do for him.

“You know you ain’t fooling nobody with all that screaming. I know you love that black dick all up in your guts!”

It came as no surprise to him that Rocky got off on that shit or that his best man provided a bunch of movies featuring a bunch of interracial gangbangs and interracial cuckolds that featured black men on white women for his bachelor party. Since this was the closest thing he was going to get to a white woman ever again as he was totally adamant about staying faithful to his new bride.

“You know you fucking love it! Letting me go as deep as I want and knocking the bottom out of this bitch!”

Obviously, with Drake bearing witness to several of his escapades, it wasn’t hard for him to put two and two together. Nor was he put off by it. Unlike some of the men filling the room with tension, he wasn’t bothered in the least that it was a black man screwing a white woman, or five gangbanging one for that matter. He watched those kinds of flicks because he liked the power that these men held over these women during sex. He got off on women subjecting themselves to the will of their man. It was primal, animalistic; a back to basics approach to the whole coitus thing. Drake wasn’t a chauvinist. He didn’t care one way or another if a woman chose to work inside of the home or not. He just wanted to know if he could fuck them wherever he could.

“You’re black cock is killing me!” The woman on the wall huffed. “You’re killing me with that big black thing!”

Of course, Drake would be remiss if he didn’t say he was empathetic to some of the white men in the room, particularly some of his coworkers, current and former, who might not have been privy to Rocky’s penchants.