Trump Card
By: Stormbringer (stormbringerstories@gmail.com)
Trump Card An E&I Enterprises Story Copyright 2008 by Stormbringer Daniel Trump looked over his cards at his hated rival. "It always comes down to us, doesn't it?"
"It seems that way," grunted the other poker player.
The billionaire known as "The Daniel" observed the large black man. They'd played these high stakes poker games for years and he still couldn't identify Solomon King's tell. Solomon didn't even seem too intent on the game. He kept staring over Trump's shoulder at his model wife Melina, even more beautiful seven months pregnant.
"I fold." Solomon threw his cards down and watched as Daniel scooped up the pot. Solomon felt a certain admiration for The Daniel, affection even. The man was a fighter, ego driven to beat every rival, even Solomon King. Time and time again, Solomon had watched the sweat bead on Trump's forehead as he fought to overcome the intimidation factor of King's enhanced pheromones. The man never gave up despite numerous humiliations at the hands of Solomon King.
Trump's daughter, Ivara, sat nearby sipping a cocktail. She stared at Solomon and the black man swore he detected a hint of lust in her gaze. Did she know? Had she seen the pictures? Trump had cheated on his first wife, Ivanova once and King took the opportunity to seduce the former Czech model to get back at her husband. He'd left pictures of Ivanova's lips wrapped around big black cock, her body riding big black cock, and her ass being split by big black cock. Was her daughter interested in the same? Rumor had it Trump had been furious at the pictures, but had turned it to his advantage nullifying a good part of her settlement in the divorce. Trump went on to marry the younger model he'd been having the affair with. Solomon fucked her to, and the next model, and the next. Trump eventually learned to keep his girlfriends away from the black man or at least to try. Melina was his third wife and perhaps the most stunning.
"Gentlemen, the next ante will be $100,000," the announcer stated.
These games had been going on for years. Always, seven player, each buying one million in chips, winner takes all, walking away with seven million dollars. Most of the other players had left. Solomon snorted at the stereotypes the players had been. One was a rich Texan, one the hot shot with the dark sunglasses, and of course, the James Bond wannabe in the tailored tuxedo sipping a martini.
Trump raised. Solomon folded again.
The next hand Solomon raised. Trump matched and raised again. The two men stared at each other as the dealer flipped over another card. Melina rubbed Daniel's shoulders as the billionaire checked his cards. He matched another raise from the black man. The dealer flipped the last card. "Bet to Mr. King," he said.
"All in." Solomon slid his chips to the center of the table.
Trump had three sevens. Two were down and one was showing. A good hand. Solomon had been winning. The man had an uncanny knack for folding whenever Trump had a great hand. If Trump won the hand, they would be about tied. If he lost he'd be done. If he folded, he might last another hand or two. "Lets make this the last hand, King," said Trump. Trump gritted his teeth as a shiver of fear traveled up his spine. The imposing black man had this effect on him every time he took on King. The only other men who affected him this way was Solomon's lawyer, Reginald Jordan and King's bodyguard, Bull.
"What are you proposing?" asked Solomon.
"Winner takes all, King."
"I have four and a half million to your two point five."
"What would you like?"
"You know what I want, Daniel."
"Gentlemen!" Interrupted the host. "Might I remind you that these side bets are against the rules."
"We're changing the rules then," said Trump without a glance at the man. "I'll give you what you want, King."
"I've been after them for years."
"Truth be told. I'm sick of them. The scandals. The party girls, the underage drinking, the porno scandals. It's actually become negative publicity."
"There's no such thing as bad publicity, Dan. Just to make things clear. If I win, I get the money and your pageant rights, Miss USA and Miss Teen USA."
"Don't forget the mother- daughter pageant."
"That's worth more then a few million."
"If you're not interested, we can forget it or you can throw in your penthouse."
Solomon sat back in his chair. He had won his penthouse from Trump in their first poker game. "That's prime Manhattan real estate, Daniel. I'm quite attached to it."
"Ahem, gentlemen. This is getting out of hand. I suggest you..."
"I suggest you shut up," said Trump to their host. "This is between me and King." Trump leaned back. "Put your penthouse up Solomon and I will throw in the Trump spire casino." Daniel Trump was no dummy. He wasn't risking anything he couldn't afford. His pageants had been drumming up some bad publicity and his casino had been losing money for years. It was worth the risk just to get the penthouse back.
"Throw in one more thing, Daniel."
"What's that?"
"Melina gives me a blow job. Right here, right after I win, and you stay and watch." Off in the corner, Ivara gasped.
"Gentlemen!"
"Bull, escort our host out of the room, please." Solomon felt Bull's looming presence behind him as his bodyguard took their hapless host's arm.
Trump felt another shiver of fear and he broke out in a cold sweat. A lesser man might have handed his wife right over to the powerful black man. "What is this obsession you have with my wives and girlfriends, SK?"
"I like your taste in women."
"I can't do it, Solomon. I'm not going to bet a person."
"I'll do it," said Melina.
"What?" Trump looked at his wife.
"You can beat him, lover," she whispered in Trump's ear. You can put the arrogant black bastard in his place." Her accent made it sound like, Vack Vastard. "My son wants to see his father win."
Trump didn't love Melina. He didn't really love anyone, but his daughter and the unborn son Melina was carrying in her womb. His model wife was a trophy. She knew it and didn't mind. Being married to a billionaire had its benefits. "You have yourself a bet, King." He rose to take Solomon's hand. Trump felt his confidence drain away in the iron grip of the black man's hand.
"What do you got, Daniel?"
"Trip sevens." Trump flipped his cards over. "Some say that's a heavenly number. What do you have?"
Solomon turned over two of his face down cards. "Two powerful black kings." He waited for Trump to grin before turning over his last hole card. "And this lesser red king." Trumps grin faded as Solomon swept up all the chips. "I'll have Jordan meet with your lawyer to sign up the papers. Now if Melina's ready, my cock has been hard for the last hour and I could sure use that blow job."
"You don't have to do this, Mel," said Trump resignedly.
"A bet is a bet, Daniel." Melina was already walking around the table. King had pushed his chair back and was undoing his belt. "You wrote the book on deals, dear."
"And a great book it was," agreed Solomon. "If a bit trite. It did help me get where I am today. Thanks Dan."
'What an asshole,' thought Trump as Melina undid King's pants and reached her hand inside.
"Daniel! This thing can't be real. It's so hard and thick. I can't even get it out of his pants."
"It's real, baby. That's a black cock you got your hands on." King raised his hips so Melina could finally free his cock.
Melina pulled Solomon's penis out of his underwear. "My god Daniel. How can this thing be real? It's twice as big as yours. Why didn't you tell me about black men?"
Trump watched his pregnant wife take King's cockhead in her mouth. He would have to think of a way to discipline her. Nobody humiliates Daniel Trump and gets away with it. His mind was suspicious. He was always suspicious where Solomon King was concerned. Melina had given in a little too easily. Plus, she had swallowed half that monster cock already and was bobbing her head, trying to swallow more. She should be choking on that fat black billy club. Clearly she had sucked some big cock before. Trump shook his head in denial. There was no way King had gotten to Melina.
It was beautiful though. That straight black cock, twelve inches long. The head was plump and swollen. The Dan would have paid a billion dollars to have a cock like that. Melina seemed fascinated with it. She licked all around the head whenever she came up for a breather. The cock's hardness never wavered, as firm as a steel rod the whole time. King had to be unique. There was no way all black men had dicks that big. Trump was certain of this and that's why he knew beyond any doubt that King was the black man who had turned his first wife into a slut. That had been King's cock in those pictures. He had loved Ivanova at first, but it had faded as Trump's power grew. Thinking of his wife reminded Trump of something that horrified him. "Ivara!"
Ivara barely heard her father as she stared intently at the massive black cock gliding in and out of her stepmother's throat. 'I wish it was me kneeling there, sucking that thing,' she thought. She heard her father call again. "Yes," she whispered, pretending Solomon's cock was erupting down her throat.
"Ivara, get out of here now!" commanded Trump. His daughter had just licked her lips as she stared intently at Melina who was now licking a gigantic set of balls. Melina went back up and deep throated the black cock, bobbing her head as fast as she could.
Trump found himself licking his own lips. He quickly got up and grabbed his daughter's shoulder. He escorted her from the room, just as Melina gagged. Sperm was shooting out the sides from her mouth, flowing down Solomon's dark shaft. The amount was unreal and Melina was gulping as fast as she could.
Trump left the room and found his executive assistant waiting for him. "Have the chopper get ready and escort my wife up to it when she comes out. We're flying back to New York immediately.
**************
Two months later
"Stop!" ordered Solomon King. The limo glided off the road and the giant black man stepped out. A large abandoned warehouse occupied the busy intersection. Atlantic City still had some rundown areas despite the growth of the last few decades. "Bull, have Jordan look into buying this. It's a perfect site for a zebra club."
"Yes sir." Bull unlimbered his huge bulk from the driver's seat.
Solomon walked around the building. Off in the distance he could see the tower of the former Trump Spire Casino rising off the beach. It had been designed in a Arabic-Russian style with a domed top and many joked that is was a phallic monument to Trump's ego. Now that phallic monument was getting a black paint job that was nearly finished. The Nubian King casino would soon be open for business. After inspecting the abandoned property, King returned to the limo and they drove off.
The limo pulled around the numerous construction trucks parked near the casino's front. King exited the limo as Bull left to park it. The grand entry foyer for the newly remodeled casino was finished. It showcased African art, spears, masks, and shields covered the walls while glass cases exhibited more exotic artwork. A statuesque woman with long blonde hair and sexy, but professional business attire was bent over one such exhibit. "That's Legba, an African trickster deity also known as Eshu, Miss Trump."
Ivara looked at the statue of a squat black man with a huge erect penis grinning up at her from the case. She had sensed his approach before he spoke. The man seemed to exude pure masculinity. "It's very... interesting, Mr. King." Ivara shivered before standing.
"What brings you to King Enterprises' newest acquisition, Miss Trump?"
"Some final paperwork to sign, Mr. King."
"Surely, you didn't need to bring it yourself. Is there something else you desired?"
"Running this casino was my first executive assignment. I wanted to see what you did with the place, Mr. King."
"Please call me Solomon."
"Ivara."
"Your father still pissed?"
"Of course, but not at the moment. My stepmother's in labor."
"Congratulations then. Follow me. I'll show you around."
"Wow! This place sure looks different."
The casino floor was busy with construction workers and employees training. "I'm not wearing this," said a cocktail waitress. Ivara didn't blame her. The buxom white girl was in a jungle Jane type leopard print bikini and loin cloth. The other cocktail waitresses were dressed the same. Casino waitress garb was traditionally skimpy, but this was a bit much.
Elsewhere, dealers were being trained, many over muscled black men, the rest white males, Ivara recognized some from when she ran the place. Other dealers were young white women dressed like Egyptian queens. The floor boss was a hulking brute of a black man, surrounded by other big black men wearing King security garb.
"Let me get you a drink, Ivara."
"White Russian, please."
Solomon walked over to the casino bar and ordered her drink for her. She didn't see the bartender add an extra ingredient to her drink. The substance known as Xcite.
"Pick a card. Any card."
Ivara turned to look at the man speaking to her. The speaker was a dashing black man with a broad grin. He was holding playing cards fanned out towards her. She picked one.
"Put it back in the deck." The magician took her card and shuffled the deck. He pulled out a ten of hearts. "Is this your card?" He frowned when Ivara shook her head no. "How about this one? No. This one. No. Hmmm, the great Rondini thought he had this trick down pat. I know." Rondini put the cars away and unbuttoned his shirt. Taped to his overdeveloped muscular chest was her card, the ten of clubs. "Like that my dear, if you'd care to visit my room, I'll show you a twelve of clubs."
"How about making yourself disappear for your next trick, Ronald?" stated Solomon walking up and handing Ivara her drink.
Rondini's eyes grew wide when he saw who Ivara was with. His shock was soon replaced by a cocky grin. "Of course, Mr. King. Just practicing, sir." The black magician turned and walked off.
"One of my casino's new stage acts, Ivara." Solomon handed her the drink. "If you're not in a rush, why don't you stay and have dinner with me."
Ivara felt her knees quiver as the powerful black man stared down at her. She took a big gulp of her drink to calm her nerves. "Alright, just let me make a call."
***************
Ivanova gulped the black man's sperm down as fast as his beautiful cock pumped it out. He was a new one. She had never seen nor tasted his cock before, but she loved them all. "Was that enough?" The arrogant black bastard asked, smirking down at her.
Ivanova Trump pumped the thick black shaft with her hands trying to milk every drop of sperm out. She sat back when she was sure she'd gotten it all. The asshole knew the answer before she said it. "No. I want your cock in me."
"Two thousand dollars then."
Black cock was like crack. They'd fucked her for free at first, hooking her on their giant cocks and the orgasms they gave her. Now, at sixty five, wrinkled and heavily made up, they made her pay for cock. Her settlement in the divorce had whittled away as she payed black men to fuck her. She'd be selling this penthouse soon and moving into an apartment further from the center of New York City.
Ivanova's phone rang as she was writing out the check. Her black lover was sitting back, stroking his cock to another erection. She may be old and ugly, but they never had trouble getting it up for her. "Yes," she answered her phone.
"Mother, I need to talk."
"You picked a bad time, Ivara."
"I need advice."
"I don't believe it. My only child never calls her mother for six months and now out of the blue, she calls for advice. Well, what advice can I give you that your wonderful old daddy can't?"
"Solomon King asked me to dinner."
"Fuck him."
"What?"
"That's my advice."If Solomon King asked you to dinner, he is planning on fucking you afterwards. Give yourself to him, body and mind, and you won't regret it. Call me in the morning and tell me all about it."
Ivara put down the phone not really stunned. Her mother had been the epitome of class until ten years ago, now she behaved like trailer park trash. Ivara turned and walked over to Solomon. "I'm ready."
***************
"You want to feel it, Mr. Trump?"
Daniel Trump frowned and looked at the nurse. Melina was huffing and puffing on the hospital bed, sweat beaded her forehead. He found the idea a bit distasteful, but he agreed. Trump reached his hand down between his wife's legs. He could feel his sons head. The baby had hair already, short black curly hair.
Tump stepped back and entered the bathroom to wash his hands. Not much had changed by the time he came back into the birthing room. His cell phone vibrated and he took two calls by the time the doctor stated, "he's almost ready to come out."
"Push Melina," ordered The Daniel.
Melina grunted in pain and her face showed the strain. "Here he comes," said the doctor. The baby forced it way out and the doctor lifted it up. "Mr. Trump you have a..."
Daniel stared at the baby as it began to cry. Its skin was dark, the nose flat, and the curly black hair covered its head. Trump's face turned red with anger. "Mother fucker! You whore. That's not my son."
The doctor handed Melina the baby. "He... he told me he had a vasectomy," cried Melina as the tears poured down her cheeks."
"King! That fucking black bastard. I don't ever want to see you again, bitch. You'll get nothing." "But I'm your wife?"
"You're fired."
****************
Solomon's chef brought dinner up to the penthouse suite as Solomon sat at a table across from Ivara. Behind them a window showed the Atlantic ocean just as a storm was beginning to create large waves. A light rain was pattering at the glass panes. Solomon sliced into a large piece of prime rib. He ate like he lived, with lust and gusto. Ivara idly pecked at her salad. Ivara reached out and sipped her champagne. "This storm is going to get worse. I really shouldn't return to New York tonight." She blushed as she realized what she was implying.
Solomon raised one eyebrow. "I have no intention of letting you leave tonight."
Ivara gasped as her pussy creamed at his words. Her panties were soaked through and she feared she had a wet spot on her skirt. God! She had never been this horny and it was getting worse. "How come you've never married, Solomon?"
"I was married once, but that was in another life. How about you, any boyfriends?"
"I've been seeing a junior executive in dad's company for a year now. I've only had one other long term relationship. He was a male model, back when I was modeling. His career took off better then mine and he moved to Miami."
"I saw some of your fashion shows back then. You've only grown more beautiful."
Ivara blushed. "I remember you sitting by my father. That was ten...twelve years ago. I was around seventeen. I must say, you look exactly the same now as you did then.
Solomon's lip curled up in a half smile. "Will I be your first black man?"
"Yes... I mean no.... I mean... What makes you think I'm going to have sex with you?" The flustered young woman pushed her plate away.
"I know Miss Trump. I smell your arousal. Your pussy is soaked and you've never been hornier in your life. Am I right?" Solomon watched her blush and put her head down so that her long blonde hair fell over her eyes. "Answer me. NOW!"
"You're right," she mumbled.
"Do you even like me Ivara?"
"No." Ivara found herself shaking. It was hard for her to confront or criticize the powerful man. "You're arrogant, obnoxious even. You enjoy humiliating my father though he respects you. I'm also pretty sure you've fucked my mother."
Solomon stood and walked over to Ivara. He grabbed her arm and lifted her up. "Then why are you here?" Solomon led her towards the bed, pausing near a wall. "Tell me the truth."
"My mother's become some sort of slut for black men and it disgusted me. Then I saw your cock. That whore, Melina had no problem sucking on it right in front of my father or me."
Solomon spun her around so that Ivara fell against the wall facing away from him. He roughly wrapped one fist in her hair as his other hand lifted up her skirt. "You wished it was you," he hissed.
"Yes," Ivara answered, jumping as Solomon yanked on her thong until it ripped off. "I watched some movies like "Girls Gone Black" after that. I want your big black cock, Solomon. Aaagh!" Ivara gasped as Solomon slipped his index finger up her pussy, moving it around inside her. It was as big as her current boyfriend's penis. "I want to submit to you. Use me. I'll do anything you want."
Solomon pulled his finger out of her pussy and fumbled with his belt. "Turn around. You know what I want."
Ivara was trembling with excitement. She'd never been treated like that before. Half the men she knew were scared of her because of who her father was. Solomon didn't play games. He took what he wanted. She fell to her knees as he pulled his belt out of his pants. He hands came up and unbuttoned his Armani trousers before pulling the zipper down. She swore she could feel heat emanating out from his crotch. She felt his massive hardness under her hand, pulsing with life. She pulled his pants down. His underwear was made of some elastic material stretched tight around his bulging genitalia. Several inches of thick black cock shot up past the waistband of his underwear.
It looked even bigger up close, then she remembered. Ivara reached up and pulled the underwear down until the foot long black log fell forward. She leaned forward to kiss it, but instead, she found herself running her nose along it's length, breathing in the masculine scent. It was the smell more then the massive size that made her want it. Ivara hefted Solomon's balls, as big as two oranges and weighty in her hands. She took his big cockhead in her mouth and began to suck.
Solomon removed his shirt as the statuesque blonde sucked the tip of his cock. She gagged, pausing to catch her breath. He loved the frustrated look on their faces the first time they tried to suck a cock his size. Ivara's frustration turned to determination and she took his cock in her mouth again. She moaned deep in her throat and her body shook. Ivara paused for air and stared in awe at his cock. "What?" Solomon asked.
"I... I love your cock. I mean sucking it. I only suck off my boyfriend's on their birthdays. I hate giving blowjobs." Ivara squeezed and pumped the dark shaft with her hand before taking the tip in her mouth again.
That's a black man's cock in your mouth Ivara. It's only natural for you to submit to it. I'm happy for you."
Ivara glanced up and found the arrogant black man smirking at her, but she didn't pause in bobbing her head. He was right after all.
Eventually, Ivara found that if she relaxed her throat, she could swallow nearly the entire foot long shaft as the plump cockhead shove past her tonsils. She couldn't deep throat him for long though. She had to settle for bobbing her head over the tip while stoking the rest of his shaft with her hand. Soon her neck, shoulders, and back grew tired and Ivara settled for wrapping her lips around the head while jerking the massive cock with both hands. Her arms grew tired and her strokes slowed. Solomon's endurance was outlasting her strength. He helped her by grabbing her head in his meaty hands and fucking her face. His cock swelled even bigger and seemed to get hotter. Ivara wasn't prepared for the first blast of his cum. It gushed down her throat, then filled her mouth as Solomon pulled back. Ivara gulped his hot seed, loving the rich taste. Solomon pulled his cock out and shot an equally large blast of semen on her face. It reminded her off a baptism as she closed her eyes to keep the semen from getting into them. "More," she murmured, blindly reaching out for his cock. She swallowed the tip again and stroked him for every last bit of his seed, gulping several more mouthfuls.
Solomon stepped back, his cock still fully hard and sticking straight out. "Go get cleaned up and meet me in the bedroom. He turned and walked over to the window, staring at the raging storm outside.
Ivara noticed sperm had stained her $5000 suit, but she didn't care. She slipped it off as she ran for the bathroom to clean up. It took Ivara some time to get all the sperm off her face and out of her hair. She rushed to make herself presentable. Ivara's cheeks were flushed with eagerness and her heart thumped deep in her chest. Satisfied, she turned and headed for the bathroom.
"Nice!" Solomon grinned at her. He was lying on the king-sized bed, his 12" cock standing erect and straining to reach the ceiling. His arms folded behind his head. They stared at each other. Ivara had been too focused on his cock earlier to truly examine the overly muscled body of Solomon King. "I see you planned on fucking me."
"This old thing? It was just something I had lying around." Ivara was wearing a white Hidden Closet lace bra and panty with a white garter belt holding up her white nylons. The bra cups were half cups covering the bottoms of her breasts, but exposing the tops of her nipples. The panty was so sheer you could make out her dark bush. The lingerie store had always been famous for their sexy underwear, but recently they had gone sluttier garnering much criticism from conservative media. Solomon had recently gotten a post on the board of directors.
"Take it off. Slowly."
Ivara nodded. She stepped into the room, unclipping the straps on her garter as she moved. She stopped by the bed and leaned down to roll first one, then the other nylon down her leg. Then she stood and stretched the garter down over her hips to just under her panty. Ivara reached behind her and unclipped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. She swore Solomon's cock twitched as her breasts were revealed. She had nice B-cups, both perfectly rounded and perfectly suited for the former model's figure. Her areola were small, almost all nipple, thick as a dime and over a quarter inch long. They were swollen with excitement. Ivara hooked her thumbs into her panty and pulled it down over her hips and down to her feet taking the garter with it. King's cock jerked again at the sight of her pubic hair. It's closely trimmed brown hair not matching the lustrous yellow of the hair on her head.
Nude, Ivara stepped up to the bed and climbed on. She reached out and grasped his cock, stroking it slowly. She couldn't resist leaning down and licking the head again. "You need to wear a condom," she whispered. She had never let an unprotected penis inside her before. A part of her wished, he would refuse and take her bareback, but Solomon nodded.
King leaned over and opened the night stand drawer. Dozens of condoms covered the Gideon bible. There were two colors. E&I had gained control of a prophylactic company and now produced condoms big enough for an enhanced. They made two types, one designed to fail and one capable of containing the voluminous ejaculate an enhanced cock produced. Solomon handed Ivara a colored packet.
Ivara opened the square packet and removed to giant condom. She placed the rubber on the tip of Solomon's fat black cock and rolled it down the entire foot long length.
Solomon reached down and pulled her up to him. His hand squeezed her breasts as he clamped his lips down over hers. As their tongues danced together, Ivara begin to feel owned by this man. The feeling of possession grew as Solomon's muscles tightened around her and he rolled her over. She showed her submitance by opening her legs as his weight crushed down on her.
Solomon arched his back and moved down. His lips and tongue working over her neck, then a shoulder, and finally one nipple. Her nails dug into his back as Solomon flicked his tongue over her pointy nipple. He moved to her other nipple before kissing down again. He kissed her flat somewhat muscular belly before letting his tongue push into her navel. Solomon's tongue and kisses moved down around her pubic hair. A jolt shot through her body when his tongue reached her slit. He only licked it once though. His tongue started at the bottom, pushing in deep, he ran it up and out, sucking her clit between his lips. Ivara nearly came then and there, but Solomon instead sat up between her legs. "Oh god, Solomon. I can't take it anymore. I need you black cock so bad."
"Put it in."
Ivara leaned up and grasped is rampant black cock. She bent it down towards her soaked pussy. She was so wet; it felt like someone had already cum inside her. The fat elastic receptacle slid along her slit as his cockhead pushed forwards. Ivara raised her hips up as her pussy stretched open wider then it had ever been and Solomon's cockhead slipped inside. Ivara's clit was so swollen it looked obscene. She watched as Solomon reached down and slid his thumb along it. Her resulting orgasm was bigger then anything she'd experienced before. Ivara screamed in pleasure as her hips bucked upwards forcing the cock in deeper.
Ivara had barely recovered from the first orgasm when the second hit. Solomon had her knees hooked over is arms as he kneeled slowly fucking her. His cock working deeper and deeper. Each new inch seemed do bring a stronger orgasm. Soon her body took over. Ivara was raising her hips into his thrusts, her legs wrapped tight around his back. His cock was burying itself now with each thrust forward and she swore he had pushed right through her cervix. Ivara could see the clock on the nightstand. Ten minutes had passed. Then quickly fifteen minutes, then twenty. Her old boyfriend wouldn't have lasted five minutes at this pace.
Solomon lasted nearly thirty minutes before his grunts told her that he was close. His thrusts got more erratic and slower, but harder too. Finally, with a grunt, Solomon pushed his cock in deep. She felt it spasm and pump. The cock felt like it was pushing deeper, but it was just the receptacle filling with semen. It swelled up bigger then the cockhead itself before bursting. 'No,' she thought, as her womb was flooded with a big wad of sperm. Freed of the restraint, Solomon's cock bucked like a fire hose, shooting stand after strand of fresh seed into her womb. The bombardment triggered Ivara's biggest orgasm yet and she fainted for several seconds before recovering.
When Ivara awoke, Solomon was removing his cock. It had acted like a cork and her pussy now released a torrent of semen. Still, she knew that a lot of sperm was trapped behind her cervix. The condom had snapped exposing all of Solomon's cockhead. "Sorry," he grinned at her. "This is a common problem when you're this big.
"It's alright," she gasped. "I should be safe for awhile yet. I liked it. I'll never make you wear one again. I need to feel you cum inside me again."
"This night ain't over. Lets get a shower."
Ivara sucked him to full hardness again in the shower. They didn't even pause to dry off before running back to the bed. This time Ivara mounted him and fucked his cock as fast as she could while Solomon sucked her nipples. They slept for an hour after that. Ivara woke to find her ass up in the air and Solomon entering her again. He fucked her from behind for fifteen minutes before she begged him that her pussy couldn't take anymore. So he moved his cock up and pushed it deep in her ass. At first the pain was intense. Ivara clawed the sheets, bunching them up in her fists moaning as his cockhead pushed her anus apart. Soon the pain was replaced by a new pleasure. "Oh god, fuck my ass with your big black cock Solomon," she cried. Ivara had found a new way of pleasing her black master.
"Leave your father," grunted Solomon, fucking her ass hard.
"What?"
"Come work for me, bitch."
"I can't leave my father."
"I'll give you half what he pays you."
Ivara wished he would shut up and just keep banging her ass. Her dad paid her an executive salary of $125,000 a year. Why would she leave him for half that?
"I'll give you half and all the black cock you can handle. Come work for me."
"Yes master, I'll work for you." As Ivara betrayed her father, her ass filled with sperm and she shuddered from yet another orgasm.
***************
Trump sat brooding in his penthouse. His people had already emptied the suite of anything that reminded him of Melina. The storm outside reflected his mood. He tried his cell again, but his daughter wasn't answering. "Where the fuck are you Ivara? I need you." Not only had Melina given birth to another man's son, but she had betrayed him in business. She'd hovered behind him the whole poker game, clearly giving King signals so that he'd win and that was worse then cuckolding him.
Trump frowned when his doorbell went off. He wasn't expecting anyone. He opened the door. "Oh, it's you!" he said surprised to see the tall black man.
"I have a few last papers to sign," said the black man. "This is some storm, isn't it?" Trump's penthouse nearly circled the building. A hard rain struck the glass panes as lightning flashed in the distance.
"Screw you Jordan. Tell your boss, I'm gonna sue him for everything."
Reginald Jordan's face turned dark. "Mr. King won't be pleased. What's the problem?"
"Your boss fucked my wife, that's the problem. It hasn't hit the tabloids yet, but she gave birth to a little black bastard this morning."
"How do you know it's King's? She could be as big a whore for black cock as your ex-wife."
"Fuck you, Jordan. I'm gonna demand a dna test. Then I'm going to want my pageants back. Then I'm going to get my casino back and paint that damn black tower white again." Trump staggered back towards his window as a wave of fear engulfed him, he'd pissed of the black man.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Trump." Jordan appeared calm, but his teeth were gritted in anger. "These things can become costly and a media circus could embarrass both our organizations. I'll just forget about it, if you go ahead and sign these papers."
"Never."
"Perhaps your daughter can be persuaded to sign."
"Over my dead body."
Jordan approached the famous businessman. "I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Trump. Turn around and look out over the city." Trump did as he was asked, looking through his windows as lightning illuminated the skyline. "It's a big city, Daniel, but I'm afraid, it's not big enough for the both of you."
"No, it's not," Trump agreed. "What the f...?" Trump felt his body jump as Jordan's left hand grabbed his crotch from behind. Jordan's right hand was on Trump's collar. Daniel Trump found himself running towards his window. He barely had time to react before he hit the glass and it shattered to a thousand tiny fragments.
Daniel Trump flew out into the rain, his arms swinging like he was trying to swim. He stared down forty stories to the street below before he started to fall.
Jordan turned to grab his briefcase, he swiftly excited the penthouse, wiping his prints off the doorknob as he excited. He avoided the elevator and took the stairs. Several floors down, a video camera studied the stairwell. Jordan excited onto the floor right beside a janitor's closet.
Outside the street was chaos. A siren was heard approaching in the distance. Several people stared at the body that had smashed into a taxi. The doorman lifted the phone to call Mr. Trump. The building's owner would want to know about this, but he wasn't answering his phone. No one noticed the large black man in a janitor's uniform slip out the door and vanish in the night.
***************
"It's Jordan," grunted Bull opening the door to King's suite.
King nodded. "You're late," he said as Jordan entered the room. King was frowning at the television news reports from New York.
"Sorry, I had some unfinished business. You've been watching the news?"
"Yes. It's hard to believe. He was a worthy rival. I'll miss our poker games and fucking his women."
The anchorwoman stated, "Once again we have breaking news this hour. "Billionaire Daniel Trump is dead of an apparent suicide. Last night around 11:00pm a man threw himself out the window of the Trump Palace on the upper Westside. That man has now been identified as Daniel Trump. There are now reports that Melina Trump, Daniel's wife gave birth to a baby yesterday clearly not fathered by Daniel Trump, but by an African American."
Jordan hit the mute button. "What if Melina says you're the father?"
"Pay her off or destroy her. Make her seen with lots of black men. Send her and the baby to Trinibogo. Do whatever it takes."
Ivara Trump stepped out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her waist, leaving her breasts bare. "Join me in a shower, lover? Oh shit!" She saw Jordan and hastily pulled the towel over her breasts.
"Not now, dear. Hurry up and get cleaned up. There's something I need to tell you." Solomon waited until she entered the bathroom and he heard the shower come on. "Poor girl." She would soon find out she had betrayed her father on the night he died.
"Solomon, Ivara Trump is set to inherit everything now. Her father was worth 4 billion dollars."
"You're right, Reginald." Solomon King was silent for several minutes. Perhaps it's time for me to get married. We'll honeymoon on Trinibogo, of course." Solomon's dick swelled as he thought of Ivara's breasts swelling to milk-laden D-cups when she became enhanced. "Yes, her father's death was tragic, but it does help the cause."
"And the cause is all that matters." Jordan's face was expressionless as he stared at the television.
THE ENDTrump Card An E&I Enterprises Story copyright 2008 by Stormbringer
Daniel Trump looked over his cards at his hated rival. "It always comes down to us, doesn't it?"
"It seems that way," grunted the other poker player.
The billionaire known as "The Daniel" observed the large black man. They'd played these high stakes poker games for years and he still couldn't identify Solomon King's tell. Solomon didn't even seem too intent on the game. He kept staring over Trump's shoulder at his model wife Melina, even more beautiful seven months pregnant.
"I fold." Solomon threw his cards down and watched as Daniel scooped up the pot. Solomon felt a certain admiration for The Daniel, affection even. The man was a fighter, ego driven to beat every rival, even Solomon King. Time and time again, Solomon had watched the sweat bead on Trump's forehead as he fought to overcome the intimidation factor of King's enhanced pheromones. The man never gave up despite numerous humiliations at the hands of Solomon King.
Trump's daughter, Ivara, sat nearby sipping a cocktail. She stared at Solomon and the black man swore he detected a hint of lust in her gaze. Did she know? Had she seen the pictures? Trump had cheated on his first wife, Ivanova once and King took the oportunity to seduce the former Czech model to get back at her husband. He'd left pictures of of Ivanova's lips wrapped around big black cock, her body riding big black cock, and her ass being split by big black cock. Was her daughter interested in the same? Rumor had it Trump had been furious at the pictures, but had turned it to his advantage nullifying a good part of her settlement in the divorce. Trump went on to marry the younger model he'd been having the affair with. Solomon fucked her to, and the next model, and the next. Trump eventually learned to keep his girlfriends away from the black man or at least to try. Melina was his third wife and perhaps the most stunning.
"Gentlemen, the next ante will be $100,000," the announcer stated.
These games had been going on for years. Always, seven player, each buying one million in chips, winner takes all, walking away with seven million dollars. Most of the other players had left. Solomon snorted at the sterotypes the players had been. One was a rich texan, one the hot shot with the dark sunglasses, and of course, the James Bond wannabe in the tailored tuxedo sipping a martini.
Trump raised. Solomon folded again.
The next hand Solomon raised. Trump matched and raised again. The two men stared at each other as the dealer flipped over another card. Melina rubbed Daniel's shoulders as the billionaire checked his cards. He matched another raise from the black man. The dealer flipped the last card. "Bet to Mr King,"he said.
"All in." Solomon slid his chips to the center of the table.
Trump had three sevens. Two were down and one was showing. A good hand. Solomon had been winning. The man had an uncanny knack for folding whenever Trump had a great hand. If Trump won the hand, they would be about tied. If he lost he'd be done. If he folded, he might last another hand or two. "Lets make this the last hand, King," said Trump. Trump gritted his teeth as a shiver of fear traveled up his spine. The imposing black man had this effect on him every time he took on King. The only other men who affected him this way was Solomon's lawyer, Reginald Jordan and King's bodyguard, Bull.
"What are you proposing?" asked Solomon.
"Winner takes all, King."
"I have four and a half million to your two point five."
"What would you like?"
"You know what I want, Daniel."
"Gentlemen!" Interupted the host. "Might I remind you that these side bets are against the rules."
"We're changing the rules then," said Trump without a glance at the man. "I'll give you what you want, King."
"I've been after them for years."
"Truth be told. I'm sick of them. The scandals. The party girls, the underage drinking, the porno scandals. It's actually become negative publicity."
"There's no such thing as bad publicity, Dan. Just to make things clear. If I win, I get the money and your pageant rights, Miss USA and Miss Teen USA."
"Don't forget the mother- daughter pageant."
"That's worth more then a few million."
"If you're not interested, we can forget it or you can throw in your penthouse."
Solomon sat back in his chair. He had won his penthouse from Trump in their first poker game. "That's prime Manhatten real estate, Daniel. I'm quite attached to it."
"Ahem, gentlemen. This is getting out of hand. I suggest you..."
"I suggest you shut up," said Trump to their host. "This is between me and King." Trump leaned back. "Put your penthouse up Solomon and I will throw in the Trump spire casino." Daniel Trump was no dummy. He wasn't risking anything he couldn't afford. His pageants had been drumming up some bad publicity and his casino had been losing money for years. It was worth the risk just to get the penthouse back.
"Throw in one more thing, Daniel."
"What's that?"
"Melina gives me a blow job. Right here, right after I win, and you stay and watch." Off in the corner, Ivara gasped.
"Gentlemen!"
"Bull, escort our host out of the room, please." Solomon felt Bull's looming presense behind him as his bodyguard took their hapless host's arm.
Trump felt another shiver of fear and he broke out in a cold sweat. A lesser man might have handed his wife right over to the powerful black man. "What is this obsession you have with my wives and girlfriends, SK?"
"I like your taste in women."
"I can't do it, Solomon. I'm not going to bet a person."
"I'll do it," said Melina.
"What?" Trump looked at his wife.
"You can beat him, lover," she whispered in Trump's ear. You can put the arrogant black bastard in his place." Her accent made it sound like, Vack Vastard. "My son wants to see his father win."
Trump didn't love Melina. He didn't really love anyone, but his daughter and the unborn son Melina was carrying in her womb. His model wife was a trophy. She knew it and didn't mind. Being married to a billionaire had it's benefits. "You have yourself a bet, King." He rose to take Solomon's hand. Trump felt his confidence drain away in the iron grip of the black man's hand.
"What do you got, Daniel?"
"Trip sevens." Trump flipped his cards over. "Some say that's a heavenly number. What do you have?"
Solomon turned over two of his face down cards. "Two powerful black kings." He waited for Trump to grin before turning over his last hole card. "And this lesser red king." Trumps grin faded as Solomon swept up all the chips. "I'll have Jordan meet with your lawyer to sign up the papers. Now if Melina's ready, my cock has been hard for the last hour and I could sure use that blow job."
"You don't have to do this, Mel," said Trump resignedly.
"A bet is a bet, Daniel." Melina was already walking around the table. King had pushed his chair back and was undoing his belt. "You wrote the book on deals, dear."
"And a great book it was," agreed Solomon. "If a bit trite. It did help me get where I am today. Thanks Dan."
'What an asshole,' thought Trump as Melina undid King's pants and reached her hand inside.
"Daniel! This thing can't be real. It's so hard and thick. I can't even get it out of his pants."
"It's real, baby. That's a black cock you got your hands on." King raised his hips so Melina could finally free his cock.
Melina pulled Solomon's penis out of his underwear. "My god Daniel. How can this thing be real? It's twice as big as yours. Why didn't you tell me about black men?"
Trump wached his pregnant wife take King's cockhead in her mouth. He would have to think of a way to discipline her. Nobody humiliates Daniel Trump and gets away with it. His mind was suspicious. He was always suspicious where Solomon King was concerned. Melina had given in a little too easily. Plus, she had swallowed half that monster cock already and was bobbing her head, trying to swallow more. She should be choking on that fat black billy club. Clearly she had sucked some big cock before. Trump shook his head in denial. There was no way King had gotten to Melina.
It was beautiful though. That straight black cock, twelve inches long. The head was plump and swollen. The Dan would have paid a billion dollars to have a cock like that. Melina seemed fascinated with it. She licked all around the head whenever she came up for a breather. The cocks hardness never wavered, as firm as a steel rod the whole time. King had to be unique. There was no way all black men had dicks that big. Trump was certain of this and that's why he knew beyond any doubt that King was the black man who had turned his first wife into a slut. That had been King's cock in those pictures. He had loved Ivanova at first, but it had faded as Trump's power grew. Thinking of his wife reminded Trump of something that horrified him. "Ivara!"
Ivara barely heard her father as she stared intently at the massive black cock gliding in and out of her stepmother's throat. 'I wish it was me kneeling there, sucking that thing,' she thought. She heard her father call again. "Yes," she whispered, pretending Solomon's cock was erupting down her throat.
"Ivara, get out of here now!" commanded Trump. His daughter had just licked her lips as she stared intently at Melina who was now licking a gigantic set of balls. Melina went back up and deep throated the black cock, bobbing her head as fast as she could.
Trump found himself licking his own lips. He quickly got up and grabbed his daughter's shoulder. He escorted her from the room, just as Melina gagged. Sperm was shooting out the sides from her mouth, flowing down Solomon's dark shaft. The amount was unreal and Melina was gulping as fast as she could.
Trump left the room and found his executive assistant waiiting for him. "Have the chopper get ready and escort my wife up to it when she comes out. We're flying back to New York immediately.
**************
Two months later
"Stop!" ordered Solomon King. The limo glided off the road and the giant black man stepped out. A large abandoned warehouse occupied the busy interesection. Atlantic City still had some rundown areas despite the growth of the last few decades. "Bull, have Jordan look into buying this. It's a perfect site for a zebra club."
"Yes sir." Bull unlimbered his huge bulk from the drivers seat.
Solomon walked around the building. Off in the distance he could see the tower of the former Trump Spire Casino rising off the beach. It had been designed in a Arabic-Russian style with a domed top and many joked that is was a phallic monument to Trump's ego. Now that phallic monument was getting a black paint job that was nearly finished. The Nubian King casino would soon be open for business. After inspecting the abandoned property, King returned to the limo and they drove off.
The limo pulled around the numerous construction trucks parked near the casino's front. King exited the limo as Bull left to park it. The grand entry foyer for the newly remodeled casino was finished. It showcased African art, spears, masks, and shields covered the walls while glass cases exhibited more exotic artwork. A statuesque woman with long blonde hair and sexy, but proffesional business attire was bent over one such exhibit. "That's Legba, an African trickster diety also known as Eshu, Miss Trump."
Ivara looked at the statue of a squat black man with a huge erect penis grinning up at her from the case. She had sensed his approach before he spoke. The man seemed to exude pure masculinity. "It's very... interesting, Mr King." Ivara shivered before standing.
"What brings you to King Enterprises' newest aquisition, Miss Trump?"
"Some final paperwork to sign, Mr King."
"Surely, you didn't need to bring it yourself. Is there something else you desired?"
"Runing this casino was my first executive assignment. I wanted to see what you did with the place, Mr King."
"Please call me Solomon."
"Ivara."
"Your father still pissed?"
"Of course, but not at the moment. My stepmother's in labor."
"Congratulations then. Follow me. I'll show you around."
"Wow! This place sure looks different."
The casino floor was busy with construction workers and employees training. "I'm not wearing this," said a cocktail waitress. Ivara didn't blame her. The buxom white girl was in a jungle Jane type leopard print bikini and loin cloth. The other cocktail waitresses were dressed the same. Casino waitress garb was traditionally skimpy, but this was a bit much.
Elsewhere, dealers were being trained, many overmuscled black men, the rest white males, Ivara recognized some from when she ran the place. Other dealers were young white women dressed like Egyptian queens. The floor boss was a hulking brute of a black man, surrounded by other big black men wearing King security garb.
"Let me get you a drink, Ivara."
"White Russian, please."
Solomon walked over to the casino bar and ordered her drink for her. She didn't see the batender add an extra ingrediant to her drink. The substance known as Xcite.
"Pick a card. Any card."
Ivara turned to look at the man speaking to her. The speaker was a dashing black man with a broad grin. He was holding playing cards fanned out towards her. She picked one.
"Put it back in the deck." The magician took her card and shuffled the deck. He pulled out a ten of hearts. "Is this your card?" He frowned when Ivara shook her head no. "How about this one? No. This one. No. Hmmm, the great Rondini thought he had this trick down pat. I know." Rondini put the cars away and unbuttoned his shirt. Taped to his overdeveloped muscular chest was her card, the ten of clubs. "Like that my dear, if you'd care to visit my room, I'll show you a twelve of clubs."
"How about making yourself disappear for your next trick, Ronald?" stated Solomon walking up and handing Ivara her drink.
Rondini's eyes grew wide when he saw who Ivara was with. His shock was soon replaced by a cocky grin. "Of course, Mr KIng. Just practising, sir." The black magician turned and walked off.
"One of my casino's new stage acts, Ivara." Solomon handed her the drink. "If your not in a rush, why don't you stay and have dinner with me."
Ivara felt her knees quiver as the powerful black man stared down at her. She took a big gulp of her drink to calm her nerves. "Alright, just let me make a call."
***************
Ivanova gulped the black man's sperm down as fast as his beautiful cock pumped it out. He was a new one. She had never seen nor tasted his cock before, but she loved them all. "Was that enough?" The arrogant black bastard asked, smirking down at her.
Ivanova Trump pumped the thick black shaft with her hands trying to milk every drop of sperm out. She sat back when she was sure she'd gotten it all. The asshole knew the answer before she said it. "No. I want your cock in me."
"Two thousand dollars then."
Black cock was like crack. They'd fucked her for free at first, hooking her on their giant cocks and the orgasms they gave her. Now, at sixty five, wrinkled and heavily made up, they made her pay for cock. Her settlement in the divorce had whittled away as she payed black men to fuck her. She'd be selling this penthouse soon and moving into an apartment further from the center of New York City.
Ivanova's phone rang as she was writing out the check. Her black lover was sitting back, stroking his cock to another erection. She may be old and ugly, but they never had trouble getting it up for her. "Yes," she answered her phone.
"Mother, I need to talk."
"You picked a bad time, Ivara."
"I need advice."
"I don't believe it. My only child never calls her mother for six months and now out of the blue, she calls for advice. Well, what advice can I give you that your wonderful old daddy can't?"
"Solomon King asked me to dinner."
"Fuck him."
"What?"
"That's my advice. "If Solomon King asked you to dinner, he is planning on fucking you afterwards. Give yourself to him, body and mind, and you won't regret it. Call me in the morning and tell me all about it."
Ivara put down the phone not really stunned. Her mother had been the epitome of class until ten years ago, now she behaved like trailor park trash. Ivara turned and walked over to Solomon. "I'm ready."
***************
"You want to feel it, Mr Trump?"
Daniel Trump frowned and looked at the nurse. Melina was huffing and puffing on the hospital bed, sweat beaded her forehead. He found the idea a bit distasteful, but he agreed. Trump reached his hand down between his wife's legs. He could feel his sons head. The baby had hair already, short black curly hair.
Tump stepped back and entered the bathroom to wash his hands. Not much had changed by the time he came back into the birthing room. His cell phone vibrated and he took two calls by the time the doctor stated, "he's almost ready to come out."
"Push Melina," ordered The Daniel.
Melina grunted in pain and her face showed the strain. "Here he comes," said the doctor. The baby forced it way out and the doctor lifted it up. "Mr Tump you have a..."
Daniel stared at the baby as it began to cry. It's skin was dark, the nose flat, and the curly black hair covered it's head. Trump's face turned red with anger. "Mother fucker! You whore. That's not my son."
The doctor handed Melina the baby. "He... he told me he had a vasectomy," cried Melina as the tears poured down her cheeks."
"King! That fucking black bastard. I don't ever want to see you again, bitch. You'll get nothing." "But I'm your wife?"
"Your fired."
****************
Solomon's chef brought dinner up to the penthouse suite as Solomon sat at a table across from Ivara. Behind them a window showed the Atlantic ocean just as a storm was begining to create large waves. A light rain was pattering at the glass panes. Solomon sliced into a large piece of prime rib. He ate like he lived, with lust and gusto. Ivara idly pecked at her salad. Ivara reached out and sipped her champagne. "This storm is going to get worse. I really shouldn't return to New York tonight." She blushed as she realized what she was implying.
Solomon raised one eyebrow. "I have no intention of letting you leave tonight."
Ivara gasped as her pussy creamed at his words. Her panties were soaked through and she feared she had a wet spot on her skirt. God! She had never been this horny and it was getting worse. "How come you've never married, Solomon?"
"I was married once, but that was in another life. How about you, any boyfriends?"
"I've been seeing a junior executive in dad's company for a year now. I've only had one other long term relationship. He was a male model, back when I was modeling. His career took off better then mine and he moved to Miami."
"I saw some of your fasion shows back then. You've only grown more beautiful."
Ivara blushed. "I remember you sitting by my father. That was ten...twelve years ago. I was around seventeen. I must say, you look exactly the same now as you did then.
Solomon's lip curled up in a half smile. "Will I be your first black man?"
"Yes... I mean no.... I mean... What makes you think I'm going to have sex with you?" The flustered young woman pushed her plate away.
"I know Miss Trump. I smell your arousal. Your pussy is soaked and you've never been more horny in your life. Am I right?" Solomon watched her blush and put her head down so that her long blonde hair fell over her eyes. "Answer me. NOW!"
"You're right," she mumbled.
"Do you even like me Ivara?"
"No." Ivara found herself shaking. It was hard for her to confront or criticize the powerful man. "You're arrogant, obnoxious even. You enjoy humiliating my father though he respects you. I'm also pretty sure you've fucked my mother."
Solomon stood and walked over to Ivara. He grabbed her arm and lifted her up. "Then why are you here?" Solomon led her towards the bed, pausing near a wall. "Tell me the truth."
"My mother's become some sort of slut for black men and it disgusted me. Then I saw your cock. That whore, Melina had no problem sucking on it right in front of my father or me."
Solomon spun her around so that Ivara fell against the wall facing away from him. He roughly wrapped one fist in her hair as his other hand lifted up her skirt. "You wished it was you," he hissed.
"Yes," Ivara answered, jumping as Solomon yanked on her thong until it ripped off. "I watched some movies like "Girls Gone Black" after that. I want your big black cock, Solomon. Aaagh!" Ivara gasped as Solomon slipped his index finger up her pussy, moving it around inside her. It was as big as her current boyfriend's penis. "I want to submit to you. Use me. I'll do anything you want."
Solomon pulled his finger out of her pussy and fumbled with his belt. "Turn around. You know what I want."
Ivara was trembling with excitement. She'd never been treated like that before. Half the men she knew were scared of her because of who her father was. Solomon didn't play games. He took what he wanted. She fell to her knees as he pulled his belt out of his pants. He hands came up and unbuttoned his Armani trousers before pulling the zipper down. She swore she could feel heat emanating out from his crotch. She felt his massive hardness under her hand, pulsing with life. She pulled his pants down. His underwear was made of some elastic material stretched tight around his bulging genitalia. Several inches of thick black cock shot up past the waistband of his underwear.
It looked even bigger up close, then she remembered. Ivara reached up and pulled the underwear down until the foot long black log fell forward. She leaned forward to kiss it, but instead, she found herself running her nose along it's length, breathing in the masculine scent. It was the smell more then the massive size that made her want it. Ivara hefted Solomon's balls, as big as two oranges and weighty in her hands. She took his big cockhead in her mouth and began to suck.
Solomon removed his shirt as the statuesque blonde sucked the tip of his cock. She gagged, pausing to catch her breath. He loved the frustrated look on their faces the first time they tried to suck a cock his size. Ivara's frustration turned to determination and she took his cock in her mouth again. She moaned deep in her throat and her body shook. Ivara paused for air and stared in awe at his cock. "What?" Solomon
