This story will be rather confusing if it is read without first reading Chapter 1.
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On the last evening of his life, by seven o'clock, Mick Donley was at a loose end. He'd worked hard that Wednesday, and had laid a maximum number of bricks. The attitude of his boss, David Turton, had bothered him.. No praise, just a cold stare, like he hated his guts. Usually he would admire a well structured wall, or a smart curve of bricks, but lately it had been mostly avoidance. Sod him. Just a bad mood time for him, probably.
He was fresh out of the bath, and standing totally naked in front of the mirror, he told himself that at thirty three he had kept his body in good condition. And his cock, hanging there loose , even in repose was impressive. Not as big as his mate Vince's, maybe, but whose was? Hadn't he ensured that it had plenty of admirers? Add to that the delight, and for some women, just a little concern when it was roused to its full pulsing erection. Women, attracted initially by his black skin, were soon rendered ecstatic by his hard black rod, and he reckoned he was pretty good at increasing their ecstasy with the power of it. ..
Dressed casually now, in jeans and T shirt, he sat in his favourite chair, wondering whether he might go out and find himself a bit of eager pussy. It would have to be just the standard pick-up. Because two nights earlier he had performed his monthly step up in class.
Earning good money with Turton's, he gave himself a treat once a month. He dressed himself in lounge suit, shirt and tie, and wandered nonchalantly into one of the upper grade hotels in the area. Paying their exorbitant prices for drinks hurt just a little but so often it was worth it. What he looked for was a classy looking woman who already had a room in the hotel, and when he caught her interest, (often curiosity about the colour of his skin), he would turn on the false upper class charm. He stopped being a bricklayer and became a business executive, dealing in diamonds..
Saturday night it had worked a treat. He had seen her sitting alone at the other end of the bar. From that distance she looked very promising, with a good, high cheek-boned face, surrounded by loose lioness coloured hair to her shoulder. The slack top she was wearing, hung from what appeared to be very impressive breasts.
In no time he had stood close, been told there was a seat beside her, and in no time they were in conversation. She possessed the voice of the educated super rich, and she told him she was a fashion model staying in the hotel for one night only. Clearly this was a plum worth picking. He watched her blue eyes widen at the mention of his work in diamonds. She allowed him to buy her a drink, as he noticed the slit in her three quarter skirt, parted to reveal bare knee and thigh. His cock twitched immediately.
.From the course of the conversation she was clearly in the 'curious about black skin' category. He talked her into a twirl on the dance floor, and she was pressed close to him, becoming very aware of his hardening cock, pushing against her. Her eyes looked up at him, but she didn't back away.
After the dance, they finished their drinks and she leaned towards him and whispered, "I've drink up in my room, supplied by my agent. So it's free." Her face looked uncertain. "Only if you want to."
"Is the view good up there?" he asked, keeping the laugh out of his voice.
But she took his meaning well, "Fabulous."
Up in her fourth floor room she told him to take off his jacket while she fixed drinks, but he grabbed her hand, saying, "Drink later. Would you do something about this?" And he pulled her hand over his semi erect cock. He knew he was taking a risk. She might scream blue murder. But as he released her hand, it remained there, moving over the material of his pants.
"Oh, yes, that is impressive," she gasped. Her eyes were wide and moist looking up at him."I've never done it with a black man."
"Have you done it with anybody?"
"Oh, yes, quite a few. One of them even discovered something that I didn't think I'd like."
He didn't ask any more questions as he unbuttoned the back of the top she was wearing, and she fumbled at his shirt. He had her down to bra and panties in no time, while she removed his shirt and ran her fingers over his chest. Her bra was next, flimsy and easily shifted to reveal really firm breasts with brown nipples. He bent to kiss them, and she gasped as his hands pushed down her panties.
"Such black skin," she sighed, running her hands and mouth over his shoulders and chest. God, she was good. His erection was now aching against his pants. He unbuckled himself, and pushed everything down. His rigid cock immediately shot up against her, and she gave off an 'Oh' sound, as she reached down for it.
Naked she stepped away from him, and gazed, wide eyed. "I've never—no, never—seen one so big."
"And so black," he said teasingly, as he let his fingers drift down to her bush, and tickle at the edge of her valley. Her fingers moved tentatively along his throbbing cock. "God, is it getting bigger?"
He grinned at her, "If you treat it kindly," he said .
"Does it like being kissed?" she asked coyly.
"Black ones bite."
She laughed, and going down on her knees, ran her lips from head to hilt along it. Her tongue made the journey back to the purple head, and licked all round it. Jesus, she knew her stuff, this one.
"Is this what the guy taught you that you didn't think you'd like."
"Oh, no, I've been doing this for a long time." Such a dulcet tone of voice, and no sooner had she spoken than her lips closed completely around his cock and sucked on it without taking it too deeply.
Mick put a hand on her head, really reluctant to stop her, but saying, "Shouldn't we lie down somewhere?"
Without delay she released his erection from her lips, and led him to the tidy bedroom, without ever letting go of his solid cock. She stopped by the side of the bed, and looked back at him provocatively."And now?" she asked.
Mick's answer to that was to give her a quick smile, push her onto her back and slide his heaving cock into her already soaking depths. No foreplay this time. He gave her everything, and she took it all eagerly, wildly responding to his every thrust. She came just ahead of him and they hit a real high.
Rested, he licked and fingered her warm moist nest. She was avid to return the compliment by drawing his hefty penis deep to the back of her throat, sucking lustily. At that point she made a move that could have spoiled the whole evening.
Releasing his penis from her mouth, she held it in her hand, and looking up at him, said, "He's nice and lubricated. Would you like to put him where I once thought I wouldn't like it?"
"And where's that?"
"Up my bottom."
Up my bottom? Is that how posh people talked about it? If it hadn't hit him with a stark reminder of times past, he might have laughed. But seven years earlier, performing that very act on a reluctant young woman, he had thought she was bucking him with wild passion when she was actually in her death throes. Since that time he had never been able to do that.
"I don't do that," he said quietly, feeling his erection, still in her hand, lose a little steam at the memory.
"Why?" And she sounded disappointed.
He made up his story. "Have you ever had one this size up there?"
