Hello, there. My name is Braxton Teller. A big and tall, black-haired Irishman living in the magnificent city of Boston, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a defense attorney with Lawson, Teller & Pierce, one of the top criminal defense law firms in the Commonwealth. My beloved spouse Nikki O'Leary Teller is a stay-at-home wife. We met while she was a liberal arts student at Boston College. I briefly worked there as an adjunct teacher. This five-foot-ten, curvaceous, blonde-haired and absolutely gorgeous Irish gal from Galway is the kinkiest and most open-minded woman I know. I am really lucky. Yeah, I can honestly say that I look forward to coming home to her every evening. Today is a very special day for me. I turn the big Five-O, folks.
I've always dreaded turning fifty. I stand six feet three inches tall, and weigh two hundred and seventy pounds. My hairline is slightly receding, and specked with gray. And lines are starting to appear at the corners of my eyes, and of my mouth. Yeah, I'm getting old. And I don't like it one bit. I teach a criminal justice class at Emerson College two days a week. And every time I step into that class, where I'm surrounded by lively young men and young women, I'm reminded that I'm an old fart. My wife is thirty three years old. She enjoys working out at the gym and running in the morning. Last time I went to the gym for an actual workout, I think Bill Clinton was still president of the United States. Or was it Bush Sr.?
Earlier this month, I told my wife Nikki that I wanted to skip my traditional birthday party this year. Or at least do something really low-key. She decided to throw me a surprise birthday party. I knew she was going to do that. Nikki is quite willful. Women are like that, I guess. I am quite fond of her, though. Don't get me wrong. We're both bisexual and seriously into kink. This time, Nikki went above and beyond. She hired black male and black female erotic entertainers as part of the evening's entertainment. Is my wife cool or what?
Nikki introduced me to our entertainers. A tall, busty and big-bottomed black woman named Shamika Brown and a tall, muscular black guy named Arik Stanford. Both were gloriously naked, and had brown leather collars fixed to their necks along with steel bindings fixed to their ankles. Tonight, Nikki and I were turn-of-the-century Mistress and Master. Arik and Shamika played the parts of our sexually submissive servants. They were being paid five grand each for the evening and I must say they put quite a commanding performance. Interracial BDSM, especially submission, has always been a fantasy of mine. This is just a fantasy come true, folks. My wife and I aren't racist. We have many black friends. And we've voted both for the first black governor of Massachusetts and the first black president of the United States of America. Without further ado, we proceeded with the evening's activities.
Nikki and I sat on the couch while Shamika and Arik serviced us. I decided to have my way with Shamika while Nikki took Arik. I ordered Shamika to kneel before me and she did. I yanked on her collar and told her to suck my dick. Obediently, Shamika unzipped my pants and out came my dick. My nine inches of long and thick, uncircumcised white cock. Nikki took my white cock into her mouth and began sucking on it like her life depended on it. I gently stroked her head and urged her to continue. Folks, this was getting good.