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Motel Maid.sex Story by vanspatacus(m): 10:54pm On Jan 15, 2016 |
To tell you the truth, she wasn’t much to look at. But then, neither am I. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t scream and run away ugly, she just wasn’t the kind you would look at twice. Or even once. That’s the way it is with motel maids, few actually look at them. I was stuck in a motel in South Carolina after my car broke down on the Interstate. BMW parts for older models are scarce and expensive, and I had to wait while the part came in from some place far away. Probably Tibet. It was hot and humid, being the middle of August, but fortunately I didn’t have any other place I had to be. And I really like my car. On the plus side, it was a pretty nice motel. It was not the kind where all the rooms are off a long, indoor corridor, or an outside entrance where all the rooms are lined up like books on a shelf. This motel was more like condominiums, with separate buildings, each having four units each, two downstairs and two upstairs. As with good motels, they offer a full, hot breakfast. There are some nice restaurants near by for other meals. They have an exercise room and a five stroke pool. A five stroke pool is one where I can go from one end to the other in five swim strokes. That’s fairly big because I’m a strong swimmer. I need to exercise because without it I would get huge. I enjoy eating too much and I have to burn off the calories as often as I can. Back to the story. The first time I saw her she was coming out of the office building as I came in to register. She was wearing a black dress and tying on a white apron. I smiled and said hello. She looked surprised, but she said hello back. “Excuse me, miss,” I said, “is this a nice place to stay?” “Yes sah, dis is a real nice place.” “Are there rooms with kitchenettes?” “Yes sah, dar is some real nice rooms.” “And is there high speed internet?” My computer is my office. I can work from anywhere as long as I have at least a DSL line. “Oh yas sah,” she said with a grin, “we gots all dat stuff.” “Thank you. You’ve been very helpful. What’s your name? I would like to commend you to the manager.” “Tank, yo, sah. Yo don’ havta do dat, sah.” “I insist.” “Ma name’s Milly, sah” All I remember seeing was a middle aged black woman, somewhat full figured. I went in and rented an efficiency. While I was filling out the paperwork, I filled out a commendation for Milly. I handed my Visa card, my registration paper and the commendation to the desk attendant, a young girl (young being, maybe early twenties) with a name tag that said “Jennifer“ on it. Perhaps I should say, young woman, but to me, early twenties means she is still a girl. “You’re in room 511, Mr. Thompson. It’s the building just on the other side of the pool. Parking is in the back. Have a nice stay.” “Thompson is my first name. Please be sure the manager gets that recommendation,” I said as I put my Visa card back into my wallet and put the magnetic key into my shirt pocket. “The owner is the manager, sir,” Jennifer said pointing to a sign that stated - This Inn is proudly owned and operated by Miss M. Washington. The next time I saw Milly she was cleaning my room. I was coming back from the exercise room, hot and sweaty. It was only 9:30 and I didn’t expect the staff until after noon. The cart was outside the room, but the door was closed, so I thought she either hadn’t started or was finished. The magnetic card easily opened the door and as I entered I saw her bent over the bed. She straightened up, startled, as was I. “Oh,” I said, “ thought you were done. Will you be much longer?” “Only ‘bout ten minits, sah,” she said. “Okay, I’ll come back.” As I grabbed my book I noticed that I hadn’t left her a tip. I dropped a five dollar bill on the desk and left. Every day after that I was sure to leave a five dollar tip. I sat by the pool for fifteen or twenty minutes reading my book. I did not think about her. Two days later I was in the guest laundry folding my clothes. Whoever had used the dryer before me hadn’t taken everything because I found a pair of size six maroon bikini panties in my dried clothes. I was holding them up, thinking lustful thoughts about their owner when the maid walked by. “I don’ know, sah,” she said with a chuckle, “dem don’ look like yo’ size.” “Of course not, they’re much too small,” I joked back. “I need a much larger size. These are so tiny they must have shrunk in the dryer.” “I’ll git yo’ a largah size, if yo’ want, sah. I got some in mah room.” “Only if you’re in them,” I said, then I got embarrassed. The joke had gone on long enough and I didn‘t need t be charged with sexual harassment. “I’ll just leave them here for whoever lost them.” I gathered up my folded clothes and went back to my room. I heard Milly chuckling as I walked away. At this point I had noticed she had a fair sized bosom that matched her rear. She was not hideously ugly, but then, she was no Hally Berry either. Her mouth was large and thick lipped, she was missing one tooth, and her nose was wide. She combed her hair straight back so that it ended in an uneven fringe behind her head. She was about three or four inches shorter than me. Her skin was the black of someone who had nothing but African ancestors. Things got a lot more interesting the next day. I came back from the exercise room, again sweaty and tired from a long run on the treadmill. The room was made up, cleaned with the bed made, new soap on the sink, and clean towels. All I wanted to do was wash the sweat away and relax. My wet clothes were thrown into the corner and I was in the shower in short order. I washed off under hot water, then cooled off under a shower as cold as I could stand it, letting it run over my head until I had cooled down. I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and started drying off. Unknown to me, or her for that matter, she had come into the room to restock the tissues and the toilet paper just at the moment I turned off the shower, so that neither of us knew the other was there. I didn’t hear her walking around because the room was carpeted and I was drying my hair with a towel and the exhaust fan was running. I stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom just as I was taking the towel off my head and she was walking around the corner into the bedroom. Without my glasses on all I saw was a black shape coming at me where no black shape should be. Or any other color or shape for that matter. “YEEEAAAH!” she screamed, and threw the toilet paper rolls and the box of tissues into the air. “YEEEAAAH!” I screamed, and dropped my towel. Next episode in a few. |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by vanspatacus(m): 11:36pm On Jan 15, 2016 |
We stood, staring at each other, me wet and naked, she wide eyed and as pale as she could be considering her skin tone. My knees were shaky and my heart rate was at least 200 bpm. Way over my maximum. She gathered herself together and looked at me, with her eyes amazingly wide. “Oh my Gawed, sah, ah’m so sorry, sah. Ah din’ know yo’ was here, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Is yo’ alright, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Oh my Laud, sah, Ah’m so sorry.” “It’s okay,” I finally managed. “You just surprised me. No harm done.” “Oh, sah, please don’ tells on me, please, sah. I need dis job, sah. I’ll git fired if y’all tells on me, sah.” “Okay, it’s okay,” I said as my heart rate started to return to normal. “I won’t tell on you. Just please try not to surprise me like that again.” “Ah won’, sah. Ah promise ah won’, sah. Ah’ll be real careful, sah. Ah promise.” All the time we were talking, her eyes were down cast but flicking up and down, looking at the naked white guy standing in front of her. Finally her eyes settled on my privates. I have to admit, she could not have been all that impressed. Truth is, I’m only average sized. So what she said next really stunned me. “Sah, would it be a’right if ah looked at ya’ll? Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah seed no white man b’fo’ an’ ah jus’ wanna see what it look like, sah. Please, sah?” I couldn’t believe my ears. She wanted to what? “You want to what?” I said. “Can ah look at yo’, sah, please. Ah ain‘t nevah seed no white man nekid b‘fo’.” “Well, okay,” I said, “at this point you might as well. I no longer have anything to hide. Go ahead and look all you want.” I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, giving her all the illumination she could possibly need to see everything there was to see. As I thought about it latter, I was actually rather flattered. I am no Adonis, and quite frankly, women rarely look my way. She walked around me, looking intently at my butt, my chest, my back, and of course, my penis . Even at my face, which brought a smile to my face and to hers. “Sah, would it be okay if ah tetched yo’, sah? Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah tetched no white man neither.” At that point, why not? “Go ahead,” I said. Tentatively she reached out and touched my chest and ran her fingers through my chest hair. Then she moved to my shoulder and around to my back. She moved her hand down my back, over my love handles, and gently over my ass. She walked around to the front and after some hesitation, slid her hand over my hip and onto my dick. She wrapped her hand around me and lifted. There is no way she could have been impressed, but she did look fascinated. “Ah nevah seed a white one b’fo’ or one dat din’ have da skin on da end, sah.” At least I knew I would always be her first something. As she held my penis with one hand, she reached in with her other hand and lifted my balls. The average man, at this point, would be growing hard. Not me. I was still wet and standing in an air conditioned room. My goose bumps were getting goose bumps. With a sigh, she released me, said, “Tank yo’, sah,” turned and left. |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by Lobolintin(m): 2:55am On Jan 16, 2016 |
Clears throat |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by amiibaby(f): 3:37am On Jan 16, 2016 |
Wait.... is that all? I can't believe I read this long epistle for nothing.... God will de oo |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by gbengadavis(m): 3:43am On Jan 16, 2016 |
amiibaby:lol, I'm sure u enjyd it na,dnt u? |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by kestino(m): 6:43am On Jan 16, 2016 |
See this guy dey do copy and paste, just yo get attention.
Check the way the words are arranged |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by Mckayzee(m): 9:31am On Jan 16, 2016 |
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Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by vanspatacus(m): 10:06am On Jan 16, 2016 |
Na copy n paste I thought u guys were gonna luv it thats y I copied it from another site n pasted it here....rest of the story will b pasted in a few. |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by vanspatacus(m): 10:10am On Jan 16, 2016 |
I realized I was still wet and cold. I picked up the towel and finished what I had been doing, slightly dazed at what had just happened. It felt good to have been looked at so intently. Still, I doubted very much it would come to anything. A call came later that day, letting me know the part for my car was coming the next day and my car would be ready the day after. I could soon be on my way. It was too hot and humid to do much of anything. There were restaurants nearby, as I said before, but other than that, the only other things were car dealerships and office buildings. It was even too hot to swim. I was not in the mood to explore, so the only thing for me to do was to sit in my room and try to be interested in old movies in the TV. There is only so much work I could do. I was bored. My mind drifted back to the incident with the maid. The more I thought about it, the more flattered I was. It felt good to be touched, even if it was analytically, and I started to feel some stirrings down below. Funny how the attention of just about any woman will do that to a man. I started getting ideas. Nothing wild and crazy, mind you, just ideas. The next day I ate a small breakfast and exercised early. When I went back to my room I was hoping to get there shortly after she did. That’s what happened. I had left all the lights on so that the room was well illuminated. As I entered I saw her straightening up from the TV set which she had apparently just turned on. Most motel maids turn on the TV in each room as they’re cleaning. It’s harmless and it keeps them entertained. “Oh, sah,” she said, “does yo wan’ me to come bac’ late’ah, sah? Ah will, sah, it ain’t no problem a’tall, sah.” “No. No,” I said. “I want you to clean the room now. I just wanted to be sure you didn’t get in any trouble because of what happened yesterday.” “Oh no, sah, ain’t no body say nutin’ to me, sah. Ah ain’t in no trouble, sah.” “Well good,” I said, “I’m glad to hear that. But I’ve been thinking. I just don’t think it’s fair.” “Wuz not fair, sah?” “You got to see me naked, but I haven’t seen you naked. That just doesn’t seem fair to me.” She looked shocked at first, then she started laughing. “HeHeHe, sah. Why would ya’ll wanna sees a fat, ugly ol’ black woman fo’? Hehehe.” “I do not think you are fat. I do not think you are old. And I do not think you are ugly. But just like you had never seen a white man naked before yesterday, I have never seen a black woman naked before. At least, not a live one. I’ve seen pictures. I think it would be fair of you to let me see you without your clothes.” “Hehehe! Oh, sah! Ah would git in lottsa trouble if ah done dat, sah. Hehehe. Yo’ don’ wan’ me ta git fired, do yo’, sah?” “Who’s going to know? You and I are the only ones who have a key, and we’re here. No one can walk in and as God is my witness, I will not tell anyone.” “Hehehe. Oh, sah. Ah guess it’ll be a’right. It do seem only fair.” YES! She was wearing a black cotton maid’s uniform dress that buttoned from the neck to the hem below her knees. She started unbuttoning at her neck, looking down as she did so. The skin of her cheeks turned as red as her ebony skin would allow. After each button she would let out a little “Hehehe.” Four buttons were undone to the middle of her chest. Four more to her waist and the top started to gap open, reveling a large black brassiere that covered all of her breasts. More buttons and now she had to hunch forward to reach the next one. She pulled up on the dress to reach the last few. When she stood up straight the dress gaped opened and I could see her black cotton granny panties. She flipped the top back so it slipped off her shoulders, slid off her arms, and fell to the floor in a ring around her feet. She still had not looked me in the eye, but she had stopped giggling. “Now the bra,” I said, “please.” Now she looked at me and smiled. “No one evah ax me please b’fo’.” I watched the bra come undone as one, two, three, wow four snaps let loose and her tits sagged down. Still smiling, she reached to her shoulders, flipped the straps down and pulled the cups off her breasts. I have to tell you at this point that I am not a big tit man. I truly don’t care what size a woman’s tits are. From A cups to D cups, it doesn’t matter to me. Of course, all of them are wonderful in their own way. This woman’s tits were far and away the largest I had ever seen. They sagged, of course. Gravity must win on breasts that size. As dark as they were, her areola were even darker, totally black with, I swear, nipples as round as my thumb. All I could do was stare, mesmerized. She giggled again, toed off her shoes and then pushed her panties off. As I took in her entirety, I saw that her stomach, while sticking out a bit, did not sag down. Her waist was thick and her butt was, well, pretty good sized, but it didn‘t sag either. |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by vick555(m): 10:39am On Jan 16, 2016 |
[quote author=amiibaby post=42019390]Wait.... is that all? I can't believe I read this long epistle for nothing.... U cute dear, I like you. |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by Nobody: 10:05pm On Jan 16, 2016 |
Bia oga, come and finish this thing Bia oga, come and finish this thing |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by vanspatacus(m): 10:51pm On Jan 16, 2016 |
Her pubic hair was, naturally, black and very thick, but her thighs pressed together so I couldn’t see her sex. She looked very much like an ebony statue of Venus found in ancient civilizations. Like I said, I was mesmerized. “Ah has ta gits ta work, sah.” “Sure. Yeah, sure, I’ll just watch.” She slipped back into her shoes and started to strip the bed. Her tits and ass jiggled delightfully as she moved back and forth making the bed. When she was done there, she cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed the floor, gathered the trash and placed it by the door. Her movements were a model of efficiency. And all the time she wiggled her ass and shook her tits at me. I even saw a hint of pink at her nether region as she bent over to wash the toilet and to pick up the trash and the dirty towels I had thoughtlessly thrown on the bathroom floor. Through all this my appreciation showed as my gym shorts bulged in the front. When she came back to where I was standing she stood in front of me proudly, with her shoulders back and looked me in the eye. “Do y’all wan’ me ta do anything’ else, sah?” “No,” I said. “That was great. Thanks.” “Okay den, sah. Ah just be gittin’ ma tings on an’ be goin’” She toed off her shoes again, stepped into her panties and pulled them up. The bra was next, covering those magnificent breasts. Instead of stepping into her dress, she picked it up and pulled it down over her head, then buttoned it up from the bottom. Without a word she slipped into her shoes, turned and walked to the door, picked up the trash bag and went out. It must have lasted at least fifteen to twenty minutes, but it seemed to have gone by as quickly as it took to read about it. I came to my senses when the door closed. “Hey, wait,” I yelled as I rushed out. “Did ah fo’gits somthin’, sah?” she asked. “Uh,” I said eloquently. “Yeah, yeah. Umm, I need more soap. And, uh, more towels.” “All righty, sah, ah jus’ give em’ to ya now, sah.” “Uh, no, no! Bring them to me later. When do you get off?” “Well, sah, ah gotta work inna office till eight tonight.” “Great. Perfect. Bring those thing then. I’ll still be up.” “Oh, ah don’ know, sah. Ah could be in lottsa trouble if ah don’ dat, sah” “Umm. Look, it’s still not fair. I let you touch me all over and for as long as you wanted and I didn’t get to touch you at all. You should come back and give me a chance.” I know that was lame and desperate sounding, but I didn’t have any time for finesse. But it worked! “Well, okay, sah. Ah sup’pose ah could bring y’all some soap and towels den, sah. But ah gotta be goin’ now, sah.” I’m glad they didn’t charge me extra for how long that day seemed to last. The only other thing of note that happened that day was the garage called me to let me know that the part had arrived that morning and my car would be ready by ten o’clock the next morning. Sometimes things just come together. Stupid as this might sound now, I actually thought about what I should wear while I was touching a naked black woman. I decided to wear a terry cloth robe just in case she decided to chicken out and send someone else with the soap and towels. Of course I wore only the robe, just in case things went very well. |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by Nobody: 8:24am On Jan 17, 2016 |
Post the link, if ur 2 lazy to post it |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by Jayjay0(m): 10:41am On Jan 17, 2016 |
Continue |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by vanspatacus(m): 11:55am On Jan 17, 2016 |
Just in case you’re dying of suspense, things did go very well! By eight I was ready. I stood in the bathroom doorway, with the bathroom light off and watched the room door in a small mirror I had placed on the side table. At 8:15 there was a soft knocking on the door. Several seconds latter there was a louder knocking on the door. I said nothing. I waited. After twenty or thirty seconds, I heard and saw the door open and the maid peeked in and called out, “Sah? Sah, ah’s he’ah wit’ da soap and towels yo’ axed fo’, sah. Sah, is yo’ he’ah, sah?” She stepped into the room and the door closed behind her with a loud click. It was, as they say, showtime. I took off the robe and tossed it behind me. Then I stepped out into the room in all my naked, middle aged glory. “Boo,” I said. She looked surprised, but I don’t know if it was my sudden appearance, or my outfit. “He’ah’s yo’ soap an’ towels, sah” “Thank you,” I said, “just put them on the chair. Good. Now please come over here.” She kind of shuffled over towards me, without looking up, until she was beside me at the end of the bed. “I believe this is where I stood when you looked at me. Am I right?” “Yes.” “Good.” I put my hands on to the first button of her blouse. “May I have the honor?” “Yes.” “Has a white man ever undressed you?” “No.” She wasn’t wearing her maids uniform. She had on a red silk blouse and a navy blue skirt. She was wearing sandals. Her hair was combed down around her face with a soft inward curl. I noticed that she had put on some makeup. It was very subtle, as was the perfume. She smelled like wild flowers and musk. It was very nice. The buttons were small and came undone easily. Her breath caught when I reached her breasts. She sighed when I reached her waist and pulled the hem out of the waistband of her skirt. I looked into her eyes as I pulled the blouse open and slid it off her shoulders. She smiled at me and I noticed that she was no longer missing a tooth. |
Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by Nobody: 9:35am On Jan 18, 2016 |
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Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by amiibaby(f): 9:03am On Jan 25, 2016 |
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Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by amiibaby(f): 9:03am On Jan 25, 2016 |
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Re: Motel Maid.sex Story by vanspatacus(m): 12:35am On Feb 11, 2016 |
I slipped my arms around her to undo the
back
of her bra. The back strap was wide, but
there
were no fasteners there. Her breath tickled
my
neck when she said, “It hooks in the front.”
In the space between her breasts there were
probably six hook and eyes running vertically
between her bra cups. I undid them until,
with
the last one, her breasts sagged down, but
remained in the cups. I pulled the cups off
her
tits and they sagged down even more. I put
a
hand under each tit and lifted. Her breasts
were soft and pliable, but large. It would
have taken both hands to hold one of them,
with
some left over. The bra fell down, forgotten,
on
top of her blouse.
“Have you ever had a white man touch your
breasts?” I said as I hefted them and
squeezed. “No.”
“Have you ever had a white man suck on
your
nipples?” I said as I pulled her midnight
black
skin into my mouth and sucked.
“Never,” she said with a catch in her voice.
I should have noticed then, but I was too
engrossed in what I was doing. There were
other things on my mind and I was pointing
upward and hard by this time.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as I licked and
sucked and nibbled on each tit. Her areola
crinkled up and her nipples became hard as I
went from one to the other.
The waist band of her skirt was held
together
by a button on her left side with a long
zipper
under it. My right hand easily opened the
button and slid the zipper down. The skirt
naturally stayed where it was until I
encouraged it with a push from my hands. It
pooled in a circle around her feet.
She was close enough to me for my dick to
span the distance between us. All I felt with
the
end of my dick was smooth skin which I
thought must have been silky full size
panties. As I rubbed her I expected to feel
her granny
panties waiting to be removed. All I felt was
skin as I slowly glided my fingers from her
waist to her hips and lower. I was starting to
wonder if she was wearing any panties at all
when I felt a string on each side. I looked
down to see that my dick was rubbing
her bare skin just below her navel and just
above either the tinniest pair of large bikini
panties or the largest pair of tiny bikini
panties.
They were maroon. It must have been the
first
time she wore them or it had been a long
time since she wore them because her
apparently
untrimmed pubic hair poofed out on both
sides,
thick, curly, and black.
“So you really did have a pair of bikini
panties
back in your room! I’m honored that I got to
see them and with you in them.” She just
grinned a big, toothy grin.
“Have you ever had a white man take your
panties off.”
“No”
“May I remove them?”
“Yes. Please do.” There is no doubt that lust
can close one’s
ears as much as it can sometimes close
one’s
eyes. In this case I didn’t notice how she
spoke, but I did notice that she looked better
naked and made up than she did in her
maid’s
uniform. All I could hear were her positive
and negative responses. All I wanted at that
moment was to give and receive pleasure. I
was hornier that night than I had been in a
long
time.
I knelt before her and took the strings on
each
side of her panties between the thumb and
first finger of each hand and, working them
forward
and back, I managed to lower them until her
whole pubic region was exposed, but
because
her thighs naturally pressed together, they
stuck in her crotch. It would have been
possible to just rip them down, but instead I
asked her to spread her legs a little more for
me. She did so and, except for the gusset in
the panties sticking to her wet pussy lips, I
had
no trouble lowering her bikinis to her feet
where she slipped off her sandals and
daintily
stepped out of them. She stood before me
as I sat back on my
heels. I was once again mesmerized. She
just
smiled. To this day her image is burned into
my
memory.
I continued to play the asking game.
“Have you ever had a white man touch you?”
I asked as I stood up and stepped close to
her
again.
“No, never.”
“May I touch you?”
“Yes.”
I placed my hands gently on her face, then
moved them to her neck, her shoulders, her
arms. The contrast of my light colored skin
on
her dark chocolate skin was striking. My
hands moved inward to her breasts, my
fingers caressed her nipples as my hands
lifted and squeezed her tits again. She let
out a soft sigh and leaned forward
slightly into my hands. Her eyes fluttered,
half
closed. Her nipples became hard pebbles.
Her back was soft as velvet with iron muscle
beneath. I manipulated her muscles and she
moaned how nice it felt. I leaned into her,
my penis nestling upright into the crack of
her ass,
and whispered, “I give great back rubs.
Maybe
later.”
I stepped back and ran my hands down to
the
small of her back, to her waist, then onto her
fleshy derrière. It was as soft as all her skin
was, but again, with iron muscle beneath.
Soft,
but oh, so nice to handle.
She liked it. A lot! Her hips and butt swayed
back and forth rhythmically as I rubbed, and
then she pushed herself back toward me,
clenching and relaxing her ass cheeks as I
squeezed harder and harder.
Her body was leaning forward enough by
now
that she rested her hands on the bed.
I rubbed, she moaned. I kept rubbing. Always
give a woman what she wants in the
bedroom
is my motto. But no matter how much she
enjoys it, after a
while you have to move on, so I stepped
slightly to the side, leaving only one hand to
rub
her cheeks, and slid the other hand to her
hanging breast. I pinched and squeezed and
played with her breast and nipple while my
other hand moved lower and lower until it
was
just touching her pubic hair from behind.
I said, “Have you ever had a white man
finger
your pussy?”
“Never,” she squeaked.
“Would you like me to?” “Yes! Yes, please,”
she begged.
My fingers started rubbing her lower lips,
ever
so gently. North and south, then round and
round. Then more of the same, only harder.
Her lips were swollen and very wet.
When my fingers were well coated, I pushed
two fingers into her as far as they could go.
“Ohh,” she moaned as her arms collapsed
and
her head came to rest on the bed.
I pulled out, then pushed in again.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, low and throaty.
I started a rhythm, going faster and faster,
and her moans rose in pitch going through
several
key changes until she was singing one hell of
a
high note.
She squeezed her ass cheeks together until I
couldn’t move but slightly in and out, cried
out,
“YES!” and her insides flooded with her
climax. She stayed that way for a few
seconds, then
relaxed and fell forward onto the bed.
Through half lidded eyes she looked at me,
smiled and said, “Mmmmm.”
I leaned on the bed and said, “Have you ever
laid naked on a bed with a naked white
man?” “Uh-uh.”
“You will if you move up and lay on your
back.”
She quickly crawled up to the head of the
bed
and rolled over onto her back. Her tits
flattened
and spread wide. Her legs were partially
open,
showing her pink slit, almost the first pink I
had seen on her except for her tongue.
My mouth watered. I love giving MouthAction.
“Have you ever had a white man lick you’re
pussy?”
“No.”
“Good, I‘ll be the first.” I moved between her
legs, pushing them open
more. First I took a long sniff of her
womanhood. She smelled clean and musky,
like an aroused woman should. I stretched
out
and looked at my first black pussy up close.
She was very swollen. Her outer lips were
puffy and as black as her nipples, but her
inner pink lips pushed them open like a
budding
flower . Her dew glistened and I swear I
could
see her pulse. The thick, black pubic hair
covered her mons like a curly pelt and
framed
her pussy completely. Some was even
growing on her outer lips.
My tongue went to where it could do some
good. She jerked when I first touched her as
if
I had given her a shock. I gently licked her
lips
several times, doing one side then the other.
She started rocking with my actions, until I
brought my fingers to my mouth and plucked
a
black, curly hair off my tongue.
I went back to what I was doing. Her
movements continued until I had to remove a
couple more hairs. She whined in frustration.
I placed my hand on her sex and spread her
open with my fingers, moving the hair out of
the way of my questing tongue. Her inner
lips
bulged out at me obscenely as I ate her juicy
center. As her movements became constant
rocking, I settled into one area. I was hitting
her
sweet spot and was not about to stop until
she climaxed.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work out quite that
way.
As she neared cumming her thighs closed on
my head until I was trapped in a fleshy,
black
vice. She didn’t notice, but I was starting to
feel
my skull crack. “Mmmphmmm!” I yelled,
several times, which
means ‘let me go.’ I pushed away from her
with
my hand, but all that did was plunge my
fingers
into her pussy.
My fingers and the vibration of my lips as I
yelled was just what she needed to soar over
the edge into bliss. Her hips started churning
a
move I once saw a native New Zealand
dancer
do, causing my fingers to plunge in and out
rapidly and my neck vertebrae to start
snapping like a devil chiropractor was
working
on them. I’m pretty sure she screamed, but it
was hard
to tell with her thighs pressed so tightly over
my ears, which was probably a blessing
because I’m sure she shattered a vase.
How long does it last when one person is
being
crushed while another is in ecstasy? Too
long and not long enough.
Her body relaxed as if all the bones had
dissolved. I rolled away and gasped for
breath.
“Wow!” she said
“I think my neck is broken,” I said.
It took a moment or two for her to realize
what I said.
“Are you okay?” she said as she sat up.
“Ahrrrr, ahrrrr,” I said as I wiggled my jaw
back and forth and tilted my head side to
side.
“You squeezed me kinda tight.”
“Ah gots jes’ da ting,” she said, returning to
form, “y’all jes’ move up da bed and ah
gonna
make it all better. Hehehe, ah ain’t nev’a
sucked no white man dick b’fo’.”
I moved up as she moved down, until she
was
at a right angle to me, her head just where it
needed to be. The pain of having my brain
squeezed had robbed me of the urge down
there, and I had gone limp. With bright eyes
she looked at me, ran her pink tongue over
her
thick black lips, and said, “Ah ken fix dat.”
With deft grace she pulled me into her mouth
and I went from one soft limp inch to full
length in less time than it takes to say it.
Her
enthusiasm and skill were unparalleled in my
experience up to that time. Or since. I was
quickly hornier than a satyr in a room full of
virgins.
It is not possible for me to describe what it
is she did that was so very perfect. I was in
heaven, nirvana, Valhalla, and Abraham’s
bosom all at the same time. Time stood still
as I
hoped it would never end. I didn’t want to
cum,
but I wanted to, needed to, more than
anything.
She stopped at least a millennia too soon.
My eyes opened and I said, “Have you ever
bleeped a white man?”
“Never.”
“High time you did. Either get on me or lay
down on your back.”
Without subtly or hesitation she straddled
me, lined up our good parts and sat down on
me.
Oof! I was glad the mattress had good
springs.
I was in as deep as I could go. Milly was not
exceptionally tight, but I could feel her on
every
square millimeter of my dick. Later she told
me
that I filled her completely. Not because I’m
big, but because women are so very
adjustable.
God bless ‘em.
We didn’t move for endless moments. I didn’t
move because she felt so good wrapped
around me. I can only assume that she
didn’t
move because she liked how I felt inside her.
She had a small smile on her face and her
eyes were closed. |
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