This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories.
I'm sorry for the long delay in writing this chapter. David got transfer orders and with all the moving, settling into our new home, and starting a new job, I haven't relaxed enough to be able to sit down and write my story until now.
James opened the door, and took three steps into the room. I stepped around him, closed the door, wrapped my arms around his neck, snaked my tongue between his lips and into his mouth. His hands roamed my body while we kissed each other for what seemed like over five minutes. When we broke our kiss, James said.
"That's the way I like to be welcomed."
"I'm not done yet." I said. As I dropped to my knees, pulled his pants and boxers down, and fondled his big balls and cock with both hands.
"I've missed your big cock so much. I could look at it, fondle it, lick and suck and fuck it all day and night. I feel a orgasm building right now." I said.
"That's because you're a slut Barbara, but not a certified slut. That will come later at the party. You like big cocks?" He said.
"Yes." I said. "A big cock fills me so deeply and I can feel it's every movement against the walls of cunt."
"All big cocks give you that feeling?" He asked.
"From what I experienced so far, only cocks that are 8" and longer and black can give me that feeling." I said.
