She is PhD student, very intelligent, very conservative. Only been with 3 men in her life. I am 27 years old, an attorney.
We live in San Francisco. I have enclosed a photo of her and would be willing to send more to her lovers. PS, I wish this really would happen.
I mean the lounge there is all right, and it was quiet enough there too for a Friday evening what with everyone staying closer to the coast for the view of the ocean. However the view in the lounge became incredibly terrific once this gorgeous blond babe who could have easily got a job on Baywatch came strutting in. In fact, she was wearing a turtle necked sweater, a suit jacket, and matching pleated skirt that came down to her knees all made of lambs wool, and all gray save for some white trimming around the three coat pockets, beige stockings, and three inch gray paten leather pumps that matched her over the shoulder purse.
Since I was the only black man in the place, and she had been told that she was to meet with a black man by her husband, she immediately walked over to where I was sitting, and joined me taking the chair across the coffee table from me.
So let me just call you Jake. So let me set you straight, and then if you want to leave, no hard feelings, and the drink is on me. A real craven, nigger loving all around fuck slutty bitch! So if you like, we can go eat, and then afterwards you can head for home.
With no obligations on either side what so ever. You could almost see the gears in her mind ticking away in calculated scorn, verging on genius, with just a touch of sheer pissed off insanity.
Now I on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear without so much as showing a twitch. That and the fact that I had them water down her drinks for her. Those tales told in smoke filled ladies powder rooms where no males dare to tread. And I saw the question coming even before she asked it. I mean……what people say…. First off though, let me set you straight on one thing. She was ready, willing, and oh so finely able now. Her smile then, though meant just for me, was like a radiant morning sun rise lighting everything in sight.
I finished cleaning my plate of the gourmand meal, then ordered another drink, and was half way through with it when I felt her presence standing next to me on the right and just behind me.
She was standing there waiting, and had this dazzling Mona Lisa smile on her face, and damn little else below that. Gone also were the beige nylons, replaced by sheer black lacy things, and black ankle strapped stiletto high heels.
Pam had also added a fresh coating of make-up to her face, only slightly less conservative, but expressive none the less. I want to have your cum running down the insides of my legs while we dance. Is that thing alive? Then suddenly, with the black cab driver looking on, she bent down, and kissed the head of my prick leaving a red lipstick imprint, then parted her pouting lips and slid her face down over my ebony pole just as natural as chicks gobbling worms for the first time.
Anyone who wanted to could just look in our cab and see that your white wife was sucking like a hungry calf at my 10 inch and thick mission statement Peter, and damn can that woman suck a dick. And each time I did that the person looking in would go wide eyed in disbelief at what they saw, stop dead in there tracks for a moment, get a real good look, then smile at me before moving on.
I decided right then that it was time to see just how committed to doing this she really was. One of those kinds of kisses meant for sailors who come home after six months at sea. Where tongues duel, and you feel like your soul is being sucked right out of your flesh. That kind of kiss Peter. The kind that lead to other delights. It got incredibly tight once I passed the five inch mark, and I knew I was in virgin territory then, so I took it much easier going in from that point on.
Still kissing all this while, and clinging to each other I at last bumped up against the end of that slippery wet tight white hole. I think I just met a Sperm Whale! Half way out and back in I stroked as I felt her cuming already just from having my black cock inside of her pussy out there on the freeway Peter. I started to use longer strokes then, and also picked up the pace.
She no sooner came down from that first orgasm than she was well into her second as I continued to plow that little white slit of hers into a full blown furrow. Car lights passed like streamers whizzing by as we fucked like two animals in the road, with the occasional horns blaring from truckers, and automobiles as they saw what we were up to.
Pamela came right along with me too, and this orgasm must have been the real bell ringer, as she shuddered and shook, trembling like a sail lufting in the wind in epileptic like seizures, and groaning as if she were Atlas himself lifting up the world onto his shoulders for the very first time.
Her cunt lining like little rippling waves massaging the full length of my shaft the whole time she was climaxing as I poured my Nigger seed into her white vagina. And at last we broke from that second kiss, and the world around us returned to reality.
It was like a dam had just burst the way her cunt evacuated then, running down the right front fender like a foaming white waterfalls to the ground below, some even catching on the tire and drooling down in slime runners on it. You are part stallion! I thought the name most appropriate because he filled in the front seat of that taxi like a Rhino sitting in a VW. Not fat mind you, just fucking big, with muscles on his muscles, and like me, he too shaved his head to keep cool. I found out later that he played full back at UCLA, and was being considered for the pros first draft when he graduates next year.
Big Mike, as it turned out, was just one of his nick names. Big Mike had grabbed a sport jacket from the trunk, and with his white turtle neck sweater he fit right in with us. We had just gotten to our table, and I ordered drinks, a Pepsi for Mike, a beer for me, and a fuzzy navel for Pamela, when the group started to play an Otis Redding song that just seemed perfect for the occasion, since we were in San Francisco anyway, even if removed from the bay area proper.
But she nearly jumped up and dragged me to the dance floor then, and once out there, the only couple on the floor I might add, she melted into me, pressing her barely concealed flesh up against mine molding herself to me. I could have sworn I could even feel her nipples poking into me she was so close, and I know I felt her heat below as she followed me around the floor with her cunt pressed up against my right thigh the whole damn time we were out there.
So I raised my hands upward drawing the bottom of the silky dress up as I did, and gave everyone in there a view of what I consider the most perfect female derriere in the entire world. The sudden round of applause as the music continued to play said that a lot of people in there agreed with me. I could feel her smile at my chest then, and I would have been contented to hold onto that moment for the rest of my life, Peter.
So if for nothing else, I thank you for that. We only had taken a sip of our drinks when a fast tune came on, and Big Mike asked for the honors this time, and away she went.
In fact it was like watching those beboppers the way he twirled her around out there, showing just about everything Pam has to an appreciative audience in the process, and putting his hands on her everywhere to boot before the song ended and they returned laughing, and giggling to the table with beads of perspiration popping out on their foreheads.
This girl can dance! Pam looked at me, and I nodded my okay, as was appropriate for the situation, and off she went again. The looks we got from those white people in the lobby was absolutely priceless Peter. We were a walking Oreo cookie with Pam in the middle as the cream filling, and everyone, and I mean everyone there knew we were taking your wife up to my room to fuck the shit out of her. Unlike me, he was circumcised, and while my dick tapers at the end getting thicker as it gets nearer my pubic hairs, Mike was just plain fucking big all over.
Almost the thickness of a beer can, and it had to be over a foot in length. Then she just stood up, and we headed for my room with two cocks in hand, and both of them hard as a pike pole. Since I had already fucked Pam out on the high way, I was magnanimous, and handed your wife over to Big Mike, after first getting a look of concern from her which I basically shrugged off as old jitters from before.
Leading Pam to the edge of my spare bed he reached down and took the hem of her black silken dress and lifted it up slowly. The tops of her black lacy nylon thigh highs came into view right away, as did the rivulets of my last visit along the insides of her upper thigh, and from then on there was nothing but flesh, and a tiny tuft of manicured pubic hair.
Not blonde to be sure, but fascinatingly a brownish red like the famed burning bush, and it was shaped like an elongated diamond pointing to and away from her delightfully perky clitoris. Eaten pussy for sure. How can I liken them? To say they were melon like, or to compare those breasts to any fruit, would cheapen them, they were just too magnificent, not overly large for her build by any means, but more than a hand full to be sure.
No, they were more like the breasts we might envision mother earth having, you know, those perfect round symmetrical twin halves of the sun, or moon depending on the time of the day. I guess your Pamela has a real sweet tooth because she once again gobbled down that massive chocolate bar, trying to sword swallow it whole just one last time. Seeing her at last give up, Big Mike pulled her up onto her feet, then picked her up, and gently laid her down full length on the bed before climbing in-between her open arms and spread wide silky white thighs.
It took over half an hour before Big Mike finally bottomed out inside of your wife, with over three inches still hanging out side, but he was more than happy, as was Pamela. From that moment on Pamela became the whore you wanted her to be Peter, but she became my whore then Peter, not yours.
It was then that Big Mikes thick lips joined her pouting ones for a long sensual tongue duel silencing her, and her arms and legs went up around behind the big black mountain of a man and clung to him as if for dear life. In and out, in and out, over and over again like an automatic well digger he pumped that white pussy with his big black cock Peter, and I swear it looked to be going in deeper every time he did. Since it looked like the two of them were going to be a while I picked up the phone in the room and ordered drinks from room service.
Then when the drinks arrived I signed for them like you told me to, and put them on the dresser. I got a weird look from the porter though, but perhaps that was because of the number of drinks I ordered, and not the moaning and groaning Pamela was making behind me on the bed with Big Mike. With my drink in hand I turned on the television real low, so as not to disturb them, then relaxed sitting back in the chair sipping my drink.
You want more details? Hey, they fucked solid for two fucking hours almost, and by then the gas station attendant arrived, and he took two hours fucking Pamela, but then of course by the time he left, Rick got there. Getting undressed, he folded his clothes neatly and hung them up in the closet giving both of us plenty of time to see his equipment. Yeah, I know, you never look, right.
So when he rolled your wife over onto her stomach to take her anally, I just gave her a shrug. After all, she could just say no, and that would be the end of it. There was a tube of KY jelly on the night stand, and she saw him reach for it, and lube himself up first. The TV was forgotten now, they were only playing old black and white movies by then anyway, and I was turned watching them now, and decided to get into the act if only verbally.
Show him that you want his Nigger dick to fuck you in your tight married white ass, baby. Stick your big long Nigger dick up my married white ass!