one?'
'Thank you,' I said, 'but I've got one, I think.'
'You better check before I go,' he suggested. 'You don't want to get caught like this again.'
'I guess you're right,' I agreed, and went upstairs and into the apartment. I walked through the living room toward the kitchen where the spare key was kept. I reached up to the pantry and got down the cookie jar where it was supposed to be, and felt around for it. 'Yes, it's here,' I said loudly so he could hear.
'No need to yell,' he said right in my ear. I almost jumped up into the air. I'd thought he was still out by the front door, but he had followed me into the kitchen.
'Oh, excuse me,' I said, flustered. 'I thought you were…'
'Is something wrong?' he said.
'No, no,' I said quickly, 'I just thought you were still outside, that's all. You surprised me.' His face wasn't six inches from mine. He smiled as I was trying to explain my jumpiness to him, a ribbon of snow-white teeth splitting his handsome black face.
'Heh-heh,' he chuckled, 'I'll bet I know what's wrong with you.'
'What do you mean?' I said. 'I just told you.' 'You've never been alone like this with a nigger before,' he chuckled sardonically. 'That's what's making you so jumpy.'
'No,' I protested. 'Well, I mean, I..'
'Well, have you?'
'No, no, I haven't. But it doesn't make any difference to me.' But it did. He was right. Or was he? Was it just because he was black that was making me feel this way? Or was it because I was so tired of being alone and now I found myself with an attractive man? Or maybe it was both. In any case, I suddenly became aware of a tightening between my legs and a simultaneous dampening of my cunt.
He seemed to be reading my mind. 'Listen, lady, I ain't gonna do nothing you don't want me to. You asked me to fix your lock, and, presto, I did it. Now if you need anything else, let me know and I'll try and accommodate you, otherwise I'll be on my way.' Then there was silence as he hypnotized me with a black stare and tied my tongue.
Finally I stammered, 'What.., what's your name?'
'Luther Jackson,' he said, 'at your service, like I said. Now, heh-heh, is there anything else I can do for you?'
I was weakening. 'I can't think of anything at the moment, but why don't you stay and have a cup of coffee?'
He nodded his head.
'Is instant all right?' I asked.
'I don't really want no coffee,' he said as he sat down on the couch. He must have been about six feet four and over two hundred pounds, and about five pounds of that had to be cock, judging from the huge bulge in his pants. 'Now why don't you sit down and let's get acquainted,' he said.
'Well, I suppose if you don't want any coffee, I might as well,' I said, taking a chair across from him. My skirt climbed halfway up my ass, and I gave it a tug and a mumbled curse.
'I'm sorry, what did you say?' he asked.'
'Oh,' I said, 'I was just complaining to myself about how short this skirt was.' I was getting so steamed up I wondered if he could see that my panties were wringing wet when my skirt rode up. If I got any more excited it would start running down my leg.
'You certainly have no reason to complain,' he said. 'You have beautiful legs. And you really don't have to sit clear across the room, you know. I'm not a monster, you know.'
'I didn't think you were, I said as I moved to sit beside him. I could feel his eyes on my legs as my skirt slid up. My panties were so saturated I might as well not have had any on at all. They clung translucently to the cleavage of my pussy, sopping in my slit, my cuntlips oozing against them. I made no move to pull my skirt down.
'You know,' he said, 'you're really very attractive. How come you're here alone? How come your husband wasn't around to let you in?'
'He's a truck driver and he's gone a lot,' I said. 'He's on a five-day run someplace.'
'I'll bet you get lonely with him gone all the time like that.'
'Not really,' I said, but I looked at him in such a way that he knew it was a lie.
'You've never had a black man before, have you?' he said suddenly.
'We've already talked about that,' I said.
'You know what I'm talking about now,' he said firmly. 'I mean, you never fucked a black man. You've never had a black prick up your honky cunt.'
I was speechless. The image of a jet-black cock sliding in and out of my pliant cunt rendered me wordless with the choking anticipation of forbidden desire. A combination of my restlessness and frustration from being alone too much of the time, and my subconscious lust to be flicked by a black man, made words useless. I threw myself at him, my hands wildly fumbling with his fly, knowing I couldn't wait a second longer to see his black cock. I pushed his pants down as he got up and stepped out of them. As he sat down again, my head flew to his groin.
I had been right when I'd estimated that his cock was a big one. If anything, it was even bigger than Red's eleven inches. It was an enormous black shaft with an even blacker knob the size of a plum on the end of it, jutting Menacingly out of a bush of crinkly black hair. I couldn't wait to plunge that cock into my mouth, work my lips up and down the stem furiously, tickle its giant head with my voracious tongue. And that's what I did.
As I sucked on his gigantic prick, Luther placed his large black hand under my skirt and began to press against my sopping cunt. Then he grabbed the dripping crotch of my panties and as easy as swatting a fly ripped them out from between my legs. He began to tickle my already rigid clitoris which was sticking out like a miniature hard-on. As he flipped my clit, he inserted his two middle fingers up my fucking canal, working them around in the morass of goo to touch all the most sensitive spots so that it seemed he had a map of my cunt. I couldn't stop creaming as he turned me on to greater and greater heights. With his cock still lodged firmly in my mouth, I glanced over to watch him finger-fucking me and noticed a growing dark stain on the couch from the accumulated oozing of my cunt. I watched as he withdrew his fingers and placed them on each side of my cunt, and then as the force of his strong fingers pulled the pink gooey lips apart, exposing the gaping mouth of my cunt, copiously drooling hot cream from its depths.
With his enormous black cock still in my mouth, he shifted around so that he was now lying with his massive dark body on top of me with his monstrous black balls in my face, and his face buried deeply in my cunt. From the feel of it, his tongue seemed almost as large as his prick as he drove it deeply inside my cunt so that I felt like I was actually being fucked. It was such an exhilarating feeling, I reciprocated by swallowing that massive black prick completely, somehow managing to keep from choking to death as my hands kneaded those smoldering black balls of his.
Suddenly I felt his tongue leave my cunt, and then an even more exhilarating feeling spread through me as he began jamming that monster tongue of his up my asshole. Oh my God, I thought, he must have at least five inches of tongue up my ass! I greedily attempted to get even more by matching his probes with strenuous upward thrusts of my own against his face, trying to bury his tongue to its roots in my asshole, which was getting as hot as my cunt. When he resumed finger-fucking my cunt while continuing to tongue-fuck my asshole, the entire area of my body from the small of my back, down, around, and back up again to my navel, felt like a white-hot ember about ready to explode into a million pieces.
But before I passed out from the sheer ecstasy of what he was doing to me, I knew I had to experience that big black cock inside my cunt and gallons of his bubbling jism splattering all over my insides. 'Oh, fuck me, fuck me with your big black cock!' I cried lasciviously. 'Come inside me, I went that big black monster inside me!' mb_ts.txt Dream Maker 3.paHe lifted his head out of the cradle of my thighs and stood up and faced me spread-legged, his hands on his hips and his cock standing straight out. As I looked at his imposing body I couldn't help but have the sudden thought that I was about to find out what it would be like to be fucked by the Jolly Green Giant.
'Okay, baby,' he panted, 'you asked for it. I'm gonna jam this black cannon all the way up your lily-white cunt into your stomach and out your mouth.'
Oh God, I thought, if only he could!
He abruptly pulled my legs over my head, and when they were straight up in the air he grabbed them by the
