I was walking down the street the day before my 25th birthday, when a small plain
man, with a sour smell about him, walked up to me and said, in a deep voice,
"Bob, I have a gift for you and I know your going to like it very much. I know
that you're a good guy and that you've only had a few girlfriends and that your
fiance ran off on you last spring. I know also that tomorrow is your 25th
birthday, so here is your gift."
I looked at this man and I knew I had never seen him in my life, for he was so
ugly, and smelled so damn bad, I would have remembered him.
I started to speak to him, when he handed me a small black box, about the size of
a pack of cigarettes, and a sheet of paper. The paper had some hieroglyphics and
some writing on it. I looked at the paper and then looked up to ask the man who
he was and what this was all about but the man was nowhere to be seen. He was
gone as fast as he had come. So I read the paper. It told only how to use the
box and said happy birthday to me... Damn this was strange!
The paper said that this black box would make any women go horny and would make
them have to perform wild sex acts and would make their mind go blank after I
turned off the box. They would not remember a thing or know that they had even
performed for me. They would only retain a warm sexy feeling, if I chose them
to... Yeah right, I thought to myself.
I took the box and went home to test it out.
When I got home I saw three black women, two around 40 or 45 years old, walking
from door to door and talking to people. There was a young girl with them (about
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Christy Simmons was enjoying her typical day, cleaning up the house while
her husband Todd was at work. They lived in a large suburban home, far from the
crime and dirt of the city. Christy had just about everything she could wish for,
two cars in the garage, plenty of food in the fridge and a house that her neighbors
They didn't have any children yet but there was still plenty of time. She
was only 27. Todd said his work was just too frantic at this point to think about
having a family. He often worked late, sometimes not getting home until around eight.
Once in a while he even had to take extended business trips. He could be gone for
several days at a time. She often felt lonely but she was grateful for all the wonderful
material things he could provide her with.
It was Tuesday and Todd had just called to say he would be home around seven.
Christy began whistling while she was polishing the silver. A small stain got on her
long powder blue dress and she was about to go wash it off when the door bell rang.
Christy was startled by the sound because they rarely had visitors. Perhaps the UPS man,
At the door were two tall men in dark suits and reflective sunglasses. "Good morning,
ma'am," the dark haired one said as he flashed a badge. "My name is Jenkins and my partner
is Smith. We're with the FBI, Fraud Division."
Christy's heart raced as she peered around the door. She said, "What . . . what can
I do for you?"
"Ma'am, we've been investigating a couple of scam artists operating an insurance fraud
in your area and we'd like to talk to you about it."
"Well I . . . that is, I don't know anything about it."
"We know, but with your help we think we might be able to stop these dirt bags. May
we come in?"
Christy wasn't sure what they thought she could possibly do, but of course she let
them in. She led them down the two steps into the open living room, over to the large plush
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would be back for me in an hour."
I opened the door and had her come to the front room and I asked if she would
like for me to take the bible that she was carrying. She handed it to me and I
asked if there was anything she would like to drink.
"A Pepsi?" she said.
I got the Pepsi and thought to myself, this box is really great! I need to get
into her pants and see what secrets little black girls hide. I could not wait to
see what was under that dress, to see if her pussy was the same as the white
girls' I had fucked.
I walked back in and handed her the Pepsi and said. "Would you like to sit down
and let me feel your pussy?"
"What did you say?" Shauna gasped, her eyes going wide as she sat down. Even
though her skin was the color of coffee, I could distinctly see her cheeks blush
red as she winced in surprise.
"May I put my hand up your dress and into your underpants and feel your pussy?" I
Shauna looked up at me, her head cocked and her hands at her hips now as she
rocked, from side to side, in that defiant way only black girls do, and said,
"What'chu sayin? Feel ME up? You're one crazy honky! I'm a Christian gal! I
am not lettin' any man touch me! Not till I get married."
I chucked at her insolent expression as I picked up the box, from the coffee
table, and turned it on, watching as her face softened and her arms relaxed at
her sides. She then looked at me in a different way. Her eyes seemed to roam up
and down my body and settle on the bulge at the front of my white shorts.
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brown body and squeezed her tightly to me as the two of us were locked in the
embrace of an intense, orgasmic union that seemed to last a full minute.
When it was done, we relaxed our grip on each other and I just lay atop her,
panting into her ear as I listened to her pant into mine and felt my cock slowly
shrinking inside of her.
When I finally raised my head and looked at her face, she smiled back at me with
a pretty, satisfied expression.
I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her, aware that all of my sexual energy
was now gone.
I wouldn't be able to muster another hard-on for, at least, a full week!
I scampered up from her and walked to the coffee table.
It was time to turn off the black box and return Shauna to her normal, chaste,
"What's that?" she sat up and asked, as I picked the box up.
"Nothing," I replied, watching her sit erect with her knees up and her legs wide
I could see my white sperm, flowing out of the pink hole, in the center of the
black slit of her pussy, and dripping down her brown ass cheek to the carpet.
I was almost ashamed of myself as I turned from her and flipped the switch,
turning off the black box. I was afraid now of how she was going to react when
the horniness suddenly left her.
There was a silence for a moment and then I looked back at her, ready to try and
ease her shock and embarrassment.
She was still curiously grinning up at me from the floor.
"How do you feel?" I asked her.
"Great," she replied, squeezing her hard, black nipple. "Do you think you can
get that big cock of yours hard for me again?"