I lay in bed, my body still aching from the pounding I had taken the night before. Trey had been amazing, both during the film and in the extra curricular fucking we had taken part in afterwards. Unfortunately, he had an appointment during the day so after one last fuck, he had gathered his stuff and left, leaving me to savour that last deposit of cum.

“Mmm,” I thought to myself as I considered whether I was going to have a play and reach my fifth orgasm of the night.  

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts and dragging me back into the real world. Reaching over, I reached for speaker button, years of use allowing me to know exactly where it was without looking. “Hello,” I called out as the ringing sound disappeared.

“Hi Emily, love,” it was Dawn, my birth mother and the person who had introduced me to Trey.

“Hi,” I replied, noticing how tired my voice sounded.

“You were amazing last night, Bruce spent all night editing the video and he has already uploaded it.”

“Wow!” I had been holding myself up on one elbow, but now collapsed back onto the bed and just lay there as I thought about the events of the night before.

“And?”

“It’s already getting some good responses, he said he is prepared to offer you more money for the next one.”

“I think I could be up for that,” I commented as I wondered about what worked for me. “But I would like it to be less staged, less actors, more genuine guys.”

Dawn did not reply, and I wondered if the call had dropped out, then just as I was about to call her name, I heard her take a deep breath. “I’ll let him know, I’m not sure how he would feel about such things, I know he has thought about it before, but the risks…”

Her voice trailed off as I considered what she had said. “I know, but I am not an actress, whereas I might well be a complete slut.”

 “Hang on,” Dawn said I could hear her whispering in the background as she spoke to someone while my mind raced with ideas of what might happen to me. “Sorry,” her voice said as she came back to the phone, “Bruce said yes, but he wants you to do him a favour.”

“A favour?”

“Yes, a favour.”

“And what does this favour involve?”

“You’re probably not aware, but Bruce has three sons. Two of them have no interest in his lifestyle, but the third one, Junior, he is really interested, but very shy and very geeky.”

“Is he a virgin?”

“Yes, so Bruce wants him to get some experience, and he has asked that you provide it.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“He will consider your proposal.”

I thought about it for a moment, it was a very short moment, but at least I can say that I considered saying no.

“Where can I find him?”

“At the library, he turned 18 last week and he is studying for his final school exams.”

“Fine,” I said as I rolled out of bed, my mind whirring with ideas about how I would dress.

An hour later I headed downstairs, freshly showered I had selected a straight tartan skirt that stopped mid-thigh while on my feet I wore a pair of mid-calf cowboy boots. The weather had taken a turn for the worse and so I had selected a bright red, woollen jumper that I wore over my bare, braless breasts. A pair of glasses that I had bought purely for fashionable reasons adorned my face, so that when I looked in the mirror, I looked so nerdy and yet so fuckable at the same time.

Heading for the front door, my mother interrupted me from the kitchen, “if you ever want to send that boy Trey round for a bit of fun with me?” she offered playfully as she drank a cup of coffee in a small, almost see through negligee.

“I’m surprised you didn’t intercept him on the way out?”

“I thought about it, but then I thought that I should at least let him have a shower first.”

“You do realise that I intend to see him again?” I asked the question rhetorically, knowing that my adopted mother would have a come back to the question, but I still wanted to test her reaction.

“I know, but I also know that you have no intention of being faithful, and neither does he.”

“True,” I replied, “anyway, I need to go.”

“I hope that whoever it is, enjoys you.”

“Oh I am sure that he will,” I said with a smirk as I headed for the door.

The library was on my side of the city centre, so it did not take long to walk to, something I was grateful for as I was not used to wearing the boots and they were starting to hurt. Stepping inside, I flashed my membership card which I had from my own time in school and started scouring the aisles and shelves as I looked for Junior. He was not difficult to find, the only black man in the whole building, he was sat at a desk in the far corner of the building, his head buried in a chemistry book.

Taking a moment, I browsed nearby shelves as I studied him, tall and thin, he wore a red high neck jumper as he thumbed through the pages. He looked very intelligent, while at the same time he gave off an air of someone who would be incredibly dirty in the bedroom.

Selecting a book at random, I headed for a comfortable looking chair that was positioned on the other side of the space that had been created for the desk. I sat on it, crossed my legs in a suggestive way and hefted the book into my lap. My eyes settled on the title, “The Social Cost, How Sexual Liberation Has Damaged Society.”

“Probably not the book for me,” I thought to myself as I opened the front cover, knowing that it would look strange if I was to put it back on the shelf and take another book. Instead, I choose to feign reading it while I waited for Junior to spot me.

The two of us sat in silence for nearly five minutes, when I glanced up at Junior only to find that he had stopped reading, and instead was watching me closely. “You must be Emily,” he commented as our eyes met.

“Yes,” I replied, keeping my voice as quiet and as suggestive as possible.

“Dad said I would find you attractive, in fact he said that I would be desperate for you once we met.”

“And are you?”

Junior sat back in his seat and smiled, he seemed nothing like the shy and nervous boy I had expected to find.

He stood up, revealing that he was wearing loose fitting trousers that still did nothing to hide the considerable size of the package that lay between his legs. “I take it that they told you I was shy?”

“Yes…” I had to pause as my mind filled with thoughts about what it would be like to let him take me with that massive cock.

“It’s true, or at least it was true, with people like my Dad, and Dawn in my life, I wanted to keep my childhood for as long as possible.”

 “OK.”

“And besides, my mother was very anti all the porn thing.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised to hear such a thing given who his father was.

“Yes, well, she became that way after I was born, she blamed Dad for degrading her and using her, even though she was already in the industry before she met him.”

“Ahh, yes, I have heard about them, reformed starlets who take their bad experiences and decide it represents everything in porn and so turn against it.”

“Yeah, and for a while I believed her, but I’ve spoken to Dawn about it and she is so happy with her life and the things she gets up to.”

“I think it runs in families,” I said as I rose from my seat so that I could get closer to the man who I knew would fuck me before the day is out.

“Families?”

“Yeah, my mother is a slut, my adopted mother is a slut, and so here I am, a slut.”

“But you are so much more?” Junior offered as he stepped closer to me, so close that I could feel the warmth of his body while my nose filled with the sweet smell of his body. On its own, the moment would have made me wet, that he was just going to be the latest in a long line of lovers I had taken in the last twenty-four hours, made me weak at the knees.  

“In what way do you think I am so much more?”

“Because I am attracted to you as a person, not just as someone that I want to fuck.”

“But what if my primary aim in life is to be fucked?”

“Then I can work with that,” Junior replied as he took me by the hand and interlocked it with his arm. “Let’s go on a date, and then we will see what happens after that.”

I was not given a chance to reply, instead Junior guided me out of the library and down the road towards a nearby coffee shop. It felt strange, walking on the arm of a black man in public, as if we were a couple, but at the same time it felt so good. Normally, when I met black men, it was obviously just for sex.  

Leading me to a table, Junior pulled out a chair so that I could sit while he headed for the counter to order out drinks. I watched him from my seat, looking at his bum while I thought about how it would drive his massive cock into me.

When he returned, holding a small tray on which sat two drinks, I could not help but smile, “thank you,” I said as he placed the drinks onto the table and took his own seat.

“My pleasure.”

We sat in silence and took the first sip of my coffee, as I watched Junior wrap his long, fingers around his own drink. As I lowered my mug, my mind raced with thoughts about what they would feel like touching me.

The door to the coffee shop opened, and I turned to look as footsteps approached from behind me. A young black man approached the table, “hey Junior,” he said with a smile.

“Hi,” Junior replied, seemingly disinterested in the arrival of the newcomer.

“You always said you would get yourself some white pussy,” the guy continued as his eyes greedily took in the sight of my body.

“There is no need to talk like that,” Junior replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice, “this is Emily, and we are on a date.”

The new arrival laughed at the comment, “I saw the video your father put out last night, you don’t need to date her, just show her that massive black cock of yours and she will give herself up to you.”

“I know,” Junior said with a sigh, “but the thing is, in this case I want to get to know her as well.”

“Why?”

Junior stood, and I felt a ripple of anger flash through his body as he did so. “Because she is a person and there is a time and a place to treat her like a slut, and a time and a place to treat her like a lady, and right now, she is a lady.”

“Yeah, sure,” the other guy replied as he took a step backwards, and then, as if he had lost interest as quickly as he found it, he turned and walked away. I watched him as he went, the door to the coffee shop slamming shut as he left.

“Sorry,” Junior said as he took his seat again.

“You have nothing to apologise for, I knew that I ran the risk of being seen as nothing better than a black cock whore, and actually, in the right circumstances, I like it.”

“You do?”

“Of course, there is something amazing about the contrast in skin tone, and black men? Some of you are so well hung.”

“Umm, yeah,” Junior sat back in his seat and crossed his hands over in his lap. For a moment I wondered if actually he was really small, but then I remembered the sight that had greeted me when he had first stood up.

Our drinks finished, Junior looked at his watch, and then at me, “time?” he offered as if everything was suddenly being run to a schedule.

“Time?”

“For you to ride my cock.”

“I thought you wanted to date?”

He looked crestfallen for a moment, “sorry, I do, but…”

“But what?”

“I agreed a schedule.”

“You agreed a schedule? What do you mean?”

“With Dad, he has setup a live stream in my room.”

“Really?” I replied, surprised that Junior was going to have his first time filmed, but equally not surprised that Bruce would arrange something like this.

“Look, he offered me a lot of money for this, and I figured I would just want to fuck you, but now I want to date you as well.”

“And was he going to discuss a price with me?”

“You’ll get my cock, you won’t be disappointed.”

Angry that I was expected to do the scene for free, I rose from the seat and said my goodbyes before walking out.

I had not walked far before my mobile phone rang, it was Dawn. “What?” I asked, as I realised that my anger had still not subsided.

“Hey, there is no need to be like that,” my mother said as I huffed down the phone.

“I was really enjoying my time with him, but you were going to film me for free?”

“Yes, umm, Bruce had to pay Junior a lot, so he had no budget left, but he will double your money for the next scene.”

“We discussed all of this when you asked me to meet with Junior?”

“Yeah, but at the time, Junior had not agreed to do the shoot.”

“So, it was fine to offer him a lot of money, but not me?”

“But you want to sleep with him, and you don’t have a problem being filmed.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.”

“OK, OK… look, go along with it, and I will get Bruce to promote it as your video, so that you get any subscription money from it.”

I thought about the offer for a moment, “Fine, where can I find him?”

Dawn told me the address, and thankfully it was only a couple of streets away, so it did not take long to get there.

Standing in front of the communal door to an apartment block, I selected the right number and waited for an answer.

“Hello?” a tinny voice said through the speaker.

“Hi Junior, it’s Emily, I’m sorry.” There was no reply, but the door buzzed to confirm that Junior had unlocked it.

Taking the lift, I found Junior stood in the open doorway as he waited for me to arrive. He was wearing a dress gown that stopped mid-thigh, and I looked in the hope that it would fall open enough to reveal his cock.

“Come in,” he said, a hint of disappointment with me in his voice.

“Look, I’m sorry, I really want you, and I love being fucked on camera, but I don’t want to be exploited.”

“It’s OK,” he said as he led me through to his bedroom where I could see there was a camera set up and facing the bed. A petite, brunette girl in a thin dress stood behind the camera, “this is Joy, she will be filming it.”

“Filming it?” I asked with a grin, “are you sure you don’t want her to be in it?”

Junior looked at her for a moment, “now that is a tempting offer, but first, I want you.” He turned to me and scooping me into his arms, we kissed. It was instantly intense. Despite his lithe look he was strong, and his arms clung onto me tightly. I moaned instinctively as I felt the tight grip on my body.

A hand slipped under my jumper, groping upwards until it cupped a breast and squeezed a nipple. Second later, my jumper was pulled up and over my head and I stood bare breasted in the room. I pulled at the ties of his dressing gown until they released and the gown fell open, revealing his semi-erect penis. It was already massive, truly massive, and I stared at it as I wondered if I could manage it.

There was a gasp behind me as Joy finally got a chance to see Junior’s cock and I looked at her. “Big isn’t it?”

She nodded her head, her eyes wide open as she stared past the camera at it. “Are you really going to take that?” she asked as I reached out a hand and touched it with my fingers for the first time.

“I’m going to try,” I replied. Lowering myself to my knees, I found myself looking directly at it from just a few inches away. “It’s amazing,” I said as I looked up into Junior’s eyes.

“You really think so?”

“Yes,” I replied as I leaned forward to kiss it on the tip. It twitched as I did so, moving almost like a large snake with a mind of its own.

“That’s right,” Junior said as I opened my mouth to take the tip between my lips. It was so thick that the head alone stretched my jaw as I consumed it. He placed one hand on the back of my head to hold me steady while with his other hand he slid it up and down the shaft to encourage it to get fully hard.

I felt desperate for him, standing up, I pushed him, and he fell backwards onto the bed as I unhitched my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Climbing onto the bed I knelt either side of Junior’s legs as with a free hand I played with myself, stroking my clitoris and checking that I was already wet and willing.

Carefully, I crept up the bed on my knees until I straddled his hips, the cock that was going to fill me just in front of my pussy. Lifting it, I held it against my body to see just how long it was against me and it visibly passed my belly button with ease. I looked at Joy and the camera and smiled, “wish me luck,” I said and then lifting myself up I slowly slid the first couple of inches into me.

His cock was girthy and it filled me instantly even before I had started to take the full extent of his length. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Joy moving in so she could get the footage of me being stretched as carefully I lowered myself onto Junior’s baseball bat.

I rocked back and fore, gently and carefully as I felt him fill me inch by inch until I felt like I could take no more. “Wow,” Joy said from her position behind me, “you’ve managed to take every inch.”

“Have I?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder, my face lit up with excitement as I did so.

“Yes,” the camerawoman replied, and grinding my hips back and fore I found myself not just filled with his cock, but with the pleasure of realising that I had taken every inch.

I fell forward, my breasts dangling in his face so that he could suck on the nipples as well as play with them with his fingers. The sensation sending a surge of pleasure through my body until it combined with the intense pleasure I was feeling in my pussy.

“You’re amazing,” I said, and Junior smiled at the comment as he reached up with a hand and pulled me in for a kiss. As he did so, he bucked his hips and threw me over, rolling with me so that now I was under him, my legs open, my body sucking him into the hole between my thighs. He pounded me, with such a big cock it felt like an enormous hammer was hitting me over and over again, driving me onwards towards the orgasm that I knew had to arrive like a wave crashing onto a sea wall.

At the behest of Joy, he rolled me up, putting my legs over his shoulders so that my ass was lifted slightly from the bed, while his cock slid deep into my body, oh so deep. Deep enough that it made me moan loudly at the sensation of being fucked by such a man.

Reaching up with my hands, I pulled his head down so that we could kiss again, I liked kissing him, they were deep and intense, his tongue naturally seeking out mine as our lips met.  

His pace quickened, his body tensing as he emitted a long, deep groan of pleasure. Then I felt it, the explosion of pleasure that you only happens to a man the first time he is deep in an accepting cunt. The realisation that he is going to cum into a woman for the first time. It was strong, and powerful, and his last few thrusts were perfect, causing me to fall over the edge with him. Together, Junior and I orgasmed, the pleasure flowing through us as he spilled his seed deep into me.

He collapsed, his body panting heavily as he lay across my chest. I held onto him, cuddling him, stroking his back, reassuring him that it was perfect, as deep inside I felt my own pleasure subside.

“I’ll give the two of you a moment alone,” Joy said from somewhere behind Junior, the sound of her feet padding over to the door followed by a click as it closed.

We continued to lie there in silence, as Junior covered my neck with gentle kisses. The moment was almost romantic, if raunchy sex with a hung black man can ever be so? Especially when it had just been filmed. “Shall we do that again?” Junior whispered into my ear, “just the two of us this time?”

I smiled, desperate to feel him again, “definitely,” I said as I lifted his head up so that we could kiss. This time, there would be nobody there to film our moment, nobody to interrupt.

Moments later Junior entered me again, his cock opening me up in a way that no other man would likely ever manage.

Find out what happens next in A Mother’s Inspiration 3