All characters involved in sex in this story are 18 or older.
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Adventures With My Anaconda, Chapter 1
Blacked At Christmas
I call him My Anaconda for obvious reasons. These are the stories of my affair with a married black man. Little did I know where it would take me or how far I'd go to be with him.
He did me the first time the Saturday night I watched their kids while he and his wife were out at a party two weeks before Christmas. A senior in high school I had turned 18 a couple weeks before Thanksgiving. They lived across the bay in San Francisco. Daddy and he worked at the same company. That's how I got the sitting gig. He picked me up at the BART station on the SF side with the agreement that he would drive me home after.
"Thanks for doing this, Christina," he said when I climbed in his Benz sedan. "Our regular sitter is gone for holidays. I'm sorry it's so last minute."
"I don't mind, Mr. Davis," I said dropping my school backpack on the bench seat between us and buckling in.
"Hey you've known me forever. Call me Trev, okay?" he said.
"Yes Mr. Davis," I said automatically.
I paused, embarrassed, then laughed. He laughed with me which I liked. It like broke the ice.
His name is Trevor Davis. You'll learn more about him soon.
My name is Christina Zampier. My parents and friends call me Cris or Crissie. My best friend—and only my best friend—calls me Crazy which evolved as a pet name from my initials CZ and not from any mental madness. Mom's hispanic genes won the battle leaving me busty and petite with black hair and brown eyes, but daddy's white genes diluted mom's brown skin to something like a permanent tan.
Anyway I wore sneakers and skinny low cut jeans that night. My big tits were hidden by a large loose red sweater with a hideously decorated green tree Christmas tree on the front. It's high collar came right up under my jaw before folding down like a turtleneck. Minimal make up and studs instead of earrings completed my look. I think Mrs. Davis approved of my modesty when she opened the door. Tall, slender, beautiful and sparkling in diamonds she towered over me looking like a black supermodel in a long elegant strapless red evening dress. I wondered if she knew my body burned for the black adonis parading as her husband.
Their two grade school kids were asleep by nine. I sat in front of the gas fireplace in their sumptuous twenty-second floor apartment studying for semester finals the rest of the evening. All around me in the great room were expensive Christmas decorations. Behind me in front of one the floor to ceiling windows which covered the outside wall sat one of the most beautifully trimmed Christmas trees I had ever seen. The view out over the city lights was hidden by fog. My plan to seduce Mr. Davis made it hard to concentrate on homework. The more I thought about him the more blood kept rushing to my sex loosening and opening me and making me feel wet. The hotter I got the more certain I became that I would try to seduce him.
My high school boyfriend called at ten and said they won their basketball game. I apologized for missing his game. He's so sweet he said he didn't mind when I knew he really did. A foot taller than my 5'3 frame he was a slim Asian-American boy of Chinese descent with broad shoulders, a ripped six pack, a full set of cut muscles, a cute butt, a shock of jet black hair and a smile that melted me every time he flashed it.
It had taken me three years to win him from the cheerleaders he dated. Always undressing me with his eyes I had won him only recently by undressing in his room after school, throating his dick and wrapping legs around him while he filled me with his baby batter. For the last two weeks we had done it in his bed each day after school before his parents got home and he had to run off to basketball practice.
He wanted to come over and make out while I was sitting. Since the Davis's weren't due home until midnight we had plenty of time for it but I made up a story that they had security cameras in their posh hi-rise apartment. He believed it. It was just as well, he said, since he had to study for finals, too. What he didn't know was that I had already decided I would try for daddy's handsome black friend and didn't want my boyfriend in the way.
My anaconda and his wife got home a little after midnight. Her smile and large twinkling eyes told me she had had a good time at the party. After checking to see if their sleeping children were okay they returned to the living room. Mrs. Davis was so tall, beautiful and elegant I felt completely outclassed next to her. No way her husband would go for me. Still a little drunk she opened her purse and happily paid me including a nice tip. She kissed her husband goodnight and he and I rode the elevator down to the car.
Late night traffic on the Bay Bridge was stopped by an accident. My heart was pounding sitting there next to him alone in his car. He was so handsome. Mid-thirties. Tall. Athletic. Rich. I crossed my legs feeling wet in my panties again.
I had seen his fine black body in swim trunks at a pool party my parents hosted the summer before. Everyone said he played basketball in college. He looked it. Six-six, 35, broad shouldered and narrow waisted the curve of his butt and fullness of his bulge made me cross my legs more than once. I had caught and liked his eyes on me in my bikini. I thought his eyes might burn holes through my top. I felt the hard nipples of my 34DDs trying to push their way through the thin fabric. Each time I hopped out and sat at the edge of the pool I opened my thighs wide wondering if he understood the invitation was for him.
He pulled out his phone, called his wife, told her we were stuck on the bridge by the accident and said he didn't know how long it would take to clear.
Sitting there in silence listening to the intermittent wipers clear misty drizzle off the windshield I bit my lip. I knew it was a crazy thing to do but I reached over and rested a hand on his thigh. He removed it and put it back in my lap. When he didn't scold me after a few minutes I did it a second time. He removed it again but it took him longer. Again he said nothing. I waited a few minutes and did it a third time. "Girl?" he said looking in my eyes. I smiled back. He didn't remove my hand.
Looking straight ahead I ran my hand up his thigh and rested it over his junk. Soon I felt his cock growing in the leg of his suit trousers. My fingers traced the long hard outline. It felt thick. I could feel its heat through the fabric. When I looked down at his lap he unzipped and pulled his big black anaconda up and out of his pants sighing in relief. I turned to him and wrapped fingers around it. He turned to me and I felt his hands brush my boobs through my sweater. While I slowly stroked him his big fingers pressed against my pussy through denim then opened my tight low cut jeans and pushed into the front of my panties.
I bent over, kissed the big head of his cock and wrapped lips around it.
"This is crazy," he gasped.
I began stroking his head in my lips. When my other hand cupped his big ball sack he reclined his seat a bit and spread his legs. His hand went up inside my big sweater, unhooked my bra and pulled it away. I felt his fingers brush my nipples. His huge black hand was warm and gave my girls soft squeezes. I felt all my blood running south to my sex. He pulled his hand out of my top, ran it down the small of my back and into my jeans. His strong paw squeezed the moons of my butt, pulling them apart. I gasped on his cock when his fingers began exploring my wet pussy. Soon he had his middle finger inside while fingers on either side of it played with my labia.
Traffic began moving slowly.
"Better stay down," he said.
Sprawled face down across the bench seat blowing his big beautiful black cock while his big fucking middle finger banged my pussy? I wasn't going anywhere.
His luxury Benz sedan had smoked side and back windows no one could see in day or night, but the front window wasn't. The misty fog helped hide us. Each time traffic stopped his hand went down my back into my jeans and fingered my pussy again. Each time we started moving he withdrew it. I sucked three loads of salty slippery precum out of him before he came in my mouth, his beautiful black mamba pulsing in my hand. I kept my lips clamped around his head slurping and swallowing his hot gooey seed so it wouldn't get on his Armani trousers. I sucked the dregs out of his lovepipe until his hardness faded.
I sat up, gathered my hair, licked his come off my lips and smiled at him. He put his anaconda away and zipped up then slid his hand underneath my butt from behind, his big fucking middle finger inside my pussy again. He pulled it out and entered again with two fingers. I pulled lip gloss from my bag and touched up my lips in the rearview mirror. We cleared the crash and zipped across into the East Bay suburbs. I leaned heavily against him while he finger fucked me.
"I know a place we can park," I said, squeezing his fingers a bit.
"What?" he said.
