Nate was shaking his head, but grinning widely. Chloe gulped. Was she really having this conversation with her boyfriend in front of this stranger, and partially flashing her underwear at the same time?
"Ok, ok...look I'm really sorry. Really. I promise...next time." She could hear the pleading tone in Dale's voice.
"Whatever," she replied, shrugging.
"How about I come over today?"
"Today?" she replied. "Ummm..." she lowered her eyes. "I'm a bit...errr...busy today. Maybe later yeh?"
"Tonight then?" Dale persisted.
"Cool," she heard him exhale. "OK...well look Chloe, I do think I...you know...ummm...well...have kinda...fallen..."
Chloe furled her brow and took the handset away from her ear, looking at it. She heard Dale say "in love with you."
She looked at Nate and he grinned. "Later Dale, yeh?" she said. She pressed the end call button.
"That your boyfriend then?" Nate asked immediately.
"Yeh," Chloe replied.
Chloe shrugged. "I'm guessing you could work it out."
Nate nodded slowly. "Dude keeps busting his nut too quickly for ya huh?" He shook his head. "Poor fucker."
She frowned. "Him or me?"
"Both of you, I guess," he replied, still grinning confidently.
Chloe rolled her eyes.
"Nice...ummm...underwear by the way," Nate added, chuckling.
"What's wrong with it?" she snapped, looking down at herself. Her bra was white, with a purple and pink swirly design on it. It had a purple band across the top of each cup, and matching straps. Her panties were the same.
"Nothing," he laughed. "Just saying, from what I can see...looks...ummm...real nice."
She narrowed her eyes. She felt angry at Dale, especially for saying he loved her. That was going to be awkward later. The naughty feeling returned.
"I think it's very pretty," she replied, peeling open the gown and giggling as Nate's eyes widened again at the full view of her.
"Phew, fuck me," he muttered, exhaling. "Very pretty."
She felt her heart skip a beat as his eyes slowly wandered down her body. It's no worse than wearing a bikini in public, she found herself thinking.
"Mind me asking what size of...errr...bra you take?" he said slowly.
"Oh, it's just...well, sorry but me and Jordan...after you brought in the coffees...you know...kinda wondered."
She felt her cheeks redden. They had been talking about her.
"32B," she replied.
He nodded his head. "Sweet," he said appreciatively.
She swallowed. He wasn't shy in looking and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. Her fingers gripped the edges of her open gown.
"You...ummm...a little wet there huh?" he grinned, nodding towards her crotch.
She looked down, seeing the damp patch in the base of her panties. She cursed in her head.
"What? That, oh...ummm...I...it's not..."
"It's cool," he interrupted, chuckling again. "By the sounds of things, that boyfriend of yours aint up to much so guess you just have to sort yourself out huh?"
She was consumed with embarrassment. "Oh god, no, it's not what you think...fuck...I..." she stammered.
Jordan appeared in the doorway behind Nate.
"Not what you think what? Is Nate winding you up," he said, his eyes then widening as he looked more closely at Chloe.
"Chloe here is having troubles with her man," Nate smiled. "He's been, how did you put it? Spunking prematurely."
Chloe groaned as Nate replayed her words.
"Oh dear," Jordan laughed.
"Poor girl has to sort herself out," Nate added, pointing at her panties.
"Fuck off!" Chloe cried out, pulling her gown closed as Jordan focussed his gaze on her crotch.
Jordan pushed past his colleague. "Hey, it's cool! Nothing to be ashamed of girl. Fuck, it's kinda hot."
She watched as his hand slid to his crotch and seemed to adjust his overalls. Was she making him hard she wondered? Her eyes lingered on his crotch. She couldn't help but wonder if he was hung like the men in the porn film.
"So this boyfriend of yours," he continued. "How long you been with him?"
"About a month," she replied.
"I'm guessing he's a white boy?" He grinned at her.
"And I'm guessing..." he stroked his chin with his large fingers, then chuckled. "He's...ummmm...not that big either, if you know what I mean?"
She knew what he meant. She hadn't previously thought Dale was particularly small, and certainly he was similar in size to her previous sexual partners, but the video she had watched had shown her they were merely average at best. For a split second, she felt the urge to defend her boyfriend, but that naughty feeling returned and she instead just shrugged and cocked her head to one side, smiling coyly.
"Depends on what you mean by big, I guess" she replied.
Jordan glanced at Nate, and she saw them both grinning.
"Well, 8 or 9 inches I reckon," Jordan said thoughtfully. "What do you reckon Nate?"
"At least mate," Nate nodded, narrowing his eyes as he stared at her.
Chloe felt her heart skip a beat. Were they describing themselves?
"Well, I guess...ummmm...average then...maybe."
Jordan chuckled again. "Average huh?" He shook his head. "How many times you done it?"
Chloe frowned. It was one thing telling them her boyfriend had an average sized cock and a premature ejaculation problem, but detailing her sex life was a bit personal.
"A few," she shrugged.
"And he's shot his load quick each time?" Jordan quizzed instantly.
Jordan exhaled, shaking his head again. "Well, I guess he just can't cope with a hot little honey like you then huh?" He smiled at her and she felt her heart skip a beat again. 'Hot little honey.' She liked being described like that. "Suppose you can't blame him," he added, grinning.
"Speak for yourself mate," Nate chipped in. "Fuck, dude doesn't know how lucky he is."
Chloe flicked her eyes across to look at Nate. She couldn't stop herself from smiling, enjoying another compliment.
"Thanks Nate, guess you are right," she grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. She felt her gaze lowering to his crotch, her mind again wondering what lay beneath the baggy overalls.
"Yep, I am," he laughed. "Honey like you deserves better than that."
She blinked and raised her eyes, gulping. They liked her. She felt her pussy tingle. She knew she was in a dangerous situation. Two strangers, enormous black men at that, stood just a few feet from her in her hallway. She pulled her gown tighter, the material being the only protection from her barely clad body. She knew she should get herself out of there; back to her bedroom or the bathroom, use her fingers to satisfy her urges. But she was excited, and curious.
"S'pose I do," she murmured, hearing the nervousness in her own voice.
Nate grinned. "You need to get yourself a man with...ummmm...a bit more down there, I reckon girl. And one who knows what to do with it." He winked at her.
She felt a nervous churning in her stomach. She glanced at Jordan and he grinned at her. She knew what Nate was doing; teasing her, insinuating he, or they, were bigger and better than her boyfriend. She didn't doubt him. But she knew her reply would determine what would happen next. What did she want to happen? The porn video started to replay in her mind. Did she really have the courage to offer herself to Nate? Or Jordan? Or both? Both! She felt herself tense. A threesome! Could she really do that? Would they do it? Wasn't it weird for two guys to share a girl? The porn video came to mind again; there had been three men in that scene and they hadn't seemed to mind. But that was porn; staged. Did that really happen in real life?
She forced herself to take a deep breath. Why did she feel excited? Is that what she really wanted? Or were they just playing with her? Teasing the little white girl so she would continue to be disappointed by her pathetic boyfriend whilst always wondering what a black cock would be like.
Black cock. She looked back at Nate. Black cocks. She was filled with intrigue again.
"Let me guess," she said, forcing herself to look at him with unblinking eyes; to at least pretend she was confident and in control. "You're a bit...ummmm...more than average huh?"
Nate laughed, glancing at Jordan. He smiled at her and shrugged. "Well, can't lie to you honey."
She looked at Jordan. "You too huh?"
He smiled. "Don't like to brag, but...well...bigger than your boyfriend by the sound of things."
Nate burst out laughing, and Chloe felt her cheeks reddening.
"You've never seen a black one before have you?" Jordan said softly.
"Well, not for real," she blurted out without thinking.
"For real?" Jordan quizzed. "Ah, so you've had a look, maybe online huh?" He grinned at her.
Chloe groaned, her cheeks burning.
"That explains the damp patch on your panties then does it?" laughed Nate.
She glared at him, unable to deny it and horrified he was so perceptive.
"Hey, don't worry about it," chuckled Jordan. "Nothing wrong with being curious. Plenty of white girls are curious about the whole big black cock thing."
She shrugged her shoulders, taking little comfort from his advice.
"I'm sure you've seen what you are missing from your...ummm...internet searches," he continued, chuckling. "Come on Nate, we've got work to do. We'll leave little Chloe here to get back to her computer."
He turned away from her and Chloe saw Nate raise his eyebrows as Jordan signalled for him to go back into the lounge. She opened her mouth to speak but didn't know what to say. Nate seemed to hesitate, and he clearly sighed as he turned and stepped back into the lounge. Jordan stopped in the doorway and looked back at her, flashing her a smile and wink before disappearing into the room, leaving the door open.
She breathed out heavily. Why had they left? Had they just been playing with her, teasing her? She ran her fingers through her hair. Her body was tingling. She was horny. She let her gown fall open, feeling the cool air of the hallway on her skin. Her mind was racing. She could go straight to her room, load another video, satisfy herself. That was the sensible thing to do. But...
She pictured Jordan and Nate. 8 or 9 inches. Her mind recalled the actors, those thick black cocks. The expression on the woman's face as they double penetrated her. She felt her pussy tingle again. What would a cock of that size feel like? Would it even fit?
She looked at the open door, hearing whistling and the hiss of the steamer as they got back to stripping the hideous wallpaper in her lounge. Were they interested in her? Had Jordan steered them away to force her to make the first move? Or would one of them wait until she was in her room and find an excuse to interrupt her?
Her mind was reeling. They'd both blatantly checked her out, appraised her and clearly liked what they'd seen. She looked down at her own body; her pert boobs, flat toned stomach, slender shapely legs. Surely at least one of them couldn't resist her? Nate for sure had been clearly disappointed when Jordan had ushered him back to work.
But what could she do? She didn't have the guts to just walk in there and demand one of them to...well, she didn't know what. She wasn't a slut. But she was curious, and, again she had to admit to herself, horny. She slipped her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She shivered. She thought about Dale. His slender cock. His inability to control himself inside her. Her feelings of disappointment. She took a deep breath. Was she really about to do this?
Chloe walked forward slowly, silently stepping into the lounge. The floor and furniture was covered with white sheets. The curtains had been removed from the bay window, the long garden and large hedging providing privacy from the street outside.
Her heart was thumping in her chest as she stepped forward. They had their backs to her, each with a steamer in hand attacking the wallpaper.
She closed her eyes. This was crazy. She should turn around immediately.
"Fuck," she heard Nate exclaim.
She opened her eyes to see him turned to face her, a strip of wallpaper in his hand. Jordan turned around and his eyes widened.
"Ummmm...you OK there Chloe?" he asked, bending down to switch off his steamer without taking his eyes off her.
She nodded. "Yeh, it's just...ummm...well..." her brain was scrambled. "Those...you know...porn films," she took another breath. "They guys...the black guys...it's just..."
Jordan straightened up and took a step towards her. "Yeh? What about them?"
Nate was rooted to the spot, a bemused expression on his face.
Chloe felt her cheeks flush. "Well, they were...like...big...you know...ummmm...really big."
"That's just...like...porn though, innit?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders.
Jordan smiled. "What you asking Chloe?"
Chloe exhaled. "It's not normal is it? I mean, not all black guys are like that? Are they?"
Jordan grinned. "Well, I suppose not all black guys are hung like that, no." He narrowed his eyes, his gaze boring into her.
Chloe nodded, and gulped. Her mouth was bone dry. "And...ummm...you...and Nate...are you..." her voice trailed off.
"Are we what?" Jordan said softly. "Hung like porn stars? He chuckled.
Chloe shrugged. She felt completely exposed, embarrassed, out of her depth. She nodded.
Jordan glanced over his shoulder at Nate, then back at Chloe. "You wanna see for yourself?"
She felt her body tense. Her stomach was churning with nerves. "I...I guess." she mumbled.
Jordan nodded slowly. "Curious little honey, aren't ya?" He looked over at Nate. "What do you reckon Nate? You wanna prove it?"
Nate blinked, as if snapping out of a trance. "What? Prove it? Oh, well, fuck yeh!"
Jordan chuckled. "My man here aint shy."
Chloe watched as Nate stood forward, stopping a metre or so in front of her. He slipped the straps of his overalls over his shoulders, popping open the two buttons that freed them to fall down over his legs. He unbuckled his jeans, pushing them down his hips by a couple of inches.
Her eyes widened as she instantly saw the large bulge in his tight boxers shorts, and she gasped loudly as he folded them down and brought out his cock, holding it with his right hand.
"Jesus," she muttered, her mouth falling open. It was huge. His hand cradled the base, the rest of it flopping forward in front of her. He had big hands, but they barely covered half of it. She tried to mentally calculate it's size, realising it was easily twice as long as Dales, and slightly thicker. He was circumcised as well, something she hadn't seen before. It took her moment to realise it was still soft.
"Well, what do you think?" Nate grinned confidently.
"It...it's huge," she whispered, unable to peel her eyes away.
Nate chuckled. "You've never seen one this big before for real then huh?" he chuckled, wiggling it.
She shook her head, wiping her dry lips with her hand. It was just like the one's in the porn film. Her mind filled again with scenes from the video. She felt herself tingle. She felt like she was staring at it for ages, and she had to force herself to look away. She looked across to Jordan.
"That what you expected?" Jordan asked her.
"I...I dunno what I expected," she replied, still shocked at the size of Nate's cock.
"Heh heh," he chuckled. "Bigger than that boyfriend of yours, innit?"
She nodded. It dwarfed Dale in comparison.
"And...you the same I guess?" she found herself saying.
Jordan shrugged. "You wanna see?"
"If...if you don't...ummm...mind," she replied, filled with intrigue.
"Ok, well...how about a little trade?" he asked, beaming a smile at her.
"Trade?" she replied quizzically.
"Yeh," Jordan nodded. "How about, seeing as how we are getting our cocks out for you to look at, you let us get a proper look at those fine little titties?"
Chloe furrowed her brow. "My...ummm...titties? Oh, you mean...ummm...take my bra off?"
She glanced at Nate. He was grinning widely, and she noticed he was gently tugging his cock. It seemed to be growing. She wondered if the sight of her naked boobs would make it fully erect.
"Oh...well, OK," she said slowly. It seemed a fair trade after all.
Her hands were shaking as she reached back and unclasped her bra. She glanced at the window as she felt the straps slip of her shoulders. It felt strangely exciting taking her bra off in her living room, despite the relative privacy. It was unlikely anyone would walk across the lawn to the front window, but she still felt nervous as she dropped her bra on the floor.
"Mmmmmm, now those are fine," Nate muttered.
She smiled at him, knowing her small but pert breasts were very appealing. She realised her nipples were stiff. She shivered again.
"Fuck, those are awesome," Jordan grinned. She looked at him as he confidently and smoothly unclasped his overalls, shuffling them to his feet. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and his muscles bulged against the material. His hands quickly un-popped the fly buttons on his jeans and he swayed his hips as he slid them down his thick thighs.
"OH...MY...FUCKING...GOD!" Chloe exclaimed as she watched his cock spring free. He wasn't wearing underwear, and she gasped as looked at his enormous member. It was even longer than Nate's, and already thicker.
She covered her open mouth with her hand. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. He held it out and she stared at it.
"That...that's like...bigger than my fucking arm," she gasped.
Jordan chuckled. "12 inches hard, just over 2 wide. Not that I've measured," he winked at her.
She looked at Nate. His cock looked much stiffer now. That would make his at least 10 inches, and nearly as wide.
"Fucking...outrageous," she started to giggle. She knew they'd be big, but not in her wildest dreams did she expect cocks that size.
"You impressed then?" Jordan asked. He waved his cock towards her.
"Shocked more like," she giggled.
Jordan frowned. "Oh...you not like then?"
"No, no, don't get me wrong," she replied. "Just...fuck. They're huge!"
She'd been standing with her legs pressed together, and as she adjusted her stance she felt her pussy tingle again. It struck her that she was so small; certainly smaller than the girl in that video. There was no way one of those would fit inside her.
"Reckon you could handle one of these?" Nate grinned, as if reading her mind. He gripped his shaft more tightly and blatantly jerked himself.
"No!" she blurted out, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Ha ha!" he chuckled. "You do like kinda tight, from what I can see anyways." He took a step towards her.
"Fuck, those would rip me in half," she giggled.
Jordan smiled at her. "Yeh, probably would."
"Probably?" she exclaimed. "Fuck, half of yours probably wouldn't even fit!" she continued honestly.
Jordan looked at her thoughtfully. "Well, I've certainly never done a chick as small as you. Well, not since I was a teenager anyways. What about you Nate?"
Nate just shook his head.
"I'm interested," he went on, "to see how big it is on you."
"On me?" her brow furrowed.
"Yeh," he smiled. "Just to see, you know, how far inside it would get." He realised she was confused. "What I mean is...well...if you..." he looked around the room. "If you lay down on that settee and let me lay my cock over you...be interesting to see how far up that belly it is."
Chloe bit her lip. She had to admit it would be interesting. She wasn't convinced she could take either of them, even if she wanted to, and despite standing topless in front of them, she'd actually discounted the chances of anything else happening. Even taking one of them in her mouth would be a stretch.
"Well...I guess it would...I suppose."
Jordan nodded. "Cool. He slipped off his trainers and stood out of his overalls. "I know it's a bit weird," he chuckled. He bent down and pulled off his jeans, adding "I'll need to straddle you," as means of explanation.