In writing for Mormon Chicks stories I get feedback from people telling me about their affairs. These usually aren't enough to tell a full story. I've decided to take a few from the inbox and put them on the site.
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Did you ever thinking about fucking one of the women on a newscast?
The Black Cameraman & the Weather girl.
EMAIL FROM BIG D:
I read your story about the black real estate agent fucking all those little white Mormon wives. If you are interested I can tell you some shit about some Mormon cunt that I fucked in Salt Lake that worked at one of the television stations there. This shit is now, no old timer stories here. I can tell you about it and you can put it online if you want.
ME:
I can check it out and see what I can do with it.
EMAIL FROM BIG D:
I got an education in video editing and camera work on a scholarship for sports. After growing up in Virginia I ended up at a television station in Jacksonville, Florida. I usually would go out with a reporter. I'd drive the van and do all the set up work. Then the reporter would stand in front of the camera. Being black in Jacksonville didn't make you stand out like it did when I moved to Salt Lake.
I got quite a bit of white pussy in Jacksonville. If you didn't find a white chick interested in trying black cock you could always go towards the beach. Most every night you could find some Navy guy's young wife that was tired of waiting for her husband to come back from sea. And, if you are going to cheat on the old man it might as be worth your while. I know some of the little cunts got knocked up, but they were fucking so many different black guys you didn't feel guilty about it.
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NOTE: At this point there were several emails over about two weeks. We spent about 5 hours on the phone joking and messing with each other talking about his conquest with the Mormon Chicks. I put that together to make the following short story.
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While still in Jacksonville there were some white behind scene staffers from work that I would date and fuck. Some were married, some not. I never fucked an on the air personality. There was one instance when I watched some cunt on the air that I had fucked. We had filmed a criminal lawyer. We took a break while my reporter used the restroom. Right there in the conference room this lawyer says,
"If I thought your friend would be in the toilet long enough I'd suck your cock right here and now."
This bitch was about thirty. Good looking blonde. Nice round titties, slim waist, nice ass. If some one told you she was fucking a black guy you would probably say she looks like the kind that would.
"Why don't I lock her in there instead? You look like what you really need is a good fucking."
I rubbed my hand along the inside of her thigh as she sat on the edge of the conference table. She opened her legs at little before the sound of the toilet door opening caused her to stand and face towards my none-the-wiser colleague.
Five hours later I was fucking her at her home in Murray. We broke long enough during the newscast so we could watch on the air. My first time to look at the TV and say, "Hey, I fucked that lady."
She was a lady. I fucked her every night that week and even stayed overnight on Friday, staying most of Saturday until her husband's flight was due. She picked him up at arrivals with my sperm buried up inside her.
We fucked as few more times over the next month until I got sort of dismissed with the phrase.
"I do have times I need a black man to fuck me, leaving me with sperm oozing from my cunt. Then I get over it for a while, picking someone new the next time the urge hits me. I mostly do it when I am mad at my husband for something or the other."
From the way she said it I was an example of how easy it was for her to get black fucked when the need would arise again.
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So, to explain why my Nickname is "Big D" and why I ended up in Salt Lake City, a town festering with Mormons.
My mother named me Derrick, only missing the spelling of what she wanted to name me by a few letters. I'm 6'4" and keep my athletic body in good shape. I dress nice and smell good to the ladies. So, being tall and athletic, many call me "Big D", the "D" standing for Derrick.
I also have a ten inch cock. Which you can call a "Dick". The ladies that learn to know me well and any guy that's ever seen me naked calls also calls me "Big D".
As far as landing in Salt Lake City, that was simple, too. My station sold out and cut staff. I needed a fucking job and they advertised one in the trade papers. One of the little Mormon Bride Navy wives I fucked in Jacksonville moved back home to Salt Lake. She told me if I ever got to Salt Lake she'd fuck me so hard I'd shit myself.
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On a wing and a prayer I drove cross country for the interview. Things went well in the interview. I think the HR person wanted to fuck me. There's a lot of gay men in Salt Lake. Turns out they want to hire me for my credentials but mostly because I was black. Well, still am black. That hasn't changed. No Michael Jackson here. I got the job because when I sat across the desk from the white gay guy, there I was, a black guy. I was the token. It looked good on the company HR record. Or, as the talk went around the water cooler. We aren't just all Mormons here, we have two Asians and a black guy on staff.
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I didn't have a place to stay. Payday would be at least two weeks away. I had less than $200 in my wallet. Also, in my wallet was the phone number Valerie had given me before she moved home from Jacksonville. So, I called ... Ringy-Dingy!
"Hello?" Some man answered.
"Hi, looking for Valerie or Dave?"
"Sorry, Buddy. Had this number about 3 months. Don't know a Dave or Valerie."
Fucked from the start. Hello, starvation. Hello, sleeping in the God Damned car. But wait, I remembered, back of the slip of paper with her cell number it read:
MOM & DAD - 000-000-XXXX (Don't dial the fucking number, stupid. The X's make it secret!)
So, I dialed the number. Her Mom answered, sounded sweet, gave me their number. My luck, Dave answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Dave! It's Big D! You gave me your number when you left the Navy and told me to give you a call if I ever got to Salt Lake. Well, I'm here."
"Big D? Oh, oh yeah! Tall fellow, athletic guy, smelled good. Always dressed nice. Big D, yeah now I remember."
He took his face away from the phone.