I suppose you could call me a good looking old broad considering the fact that I just celebrated my thirty-third birthday last week. I've worked overtime at keeping myself healthy and in good physical shape despite my considerably liberated lifestyle. Then I have two outstanding qualities I usually keep corralled in my DD cup harness. Add to this a shapely body, sandy red hair top and bottom, and light green eyes with copper flakes in the irises, and you have an eye catcher in most circles - men and women.
Bartending was not my first choice as a launching pad for my journey to fame and fortune, but since I left home at the age of fifteen and didn't finish high school, it was my best bet. I was serving drinks and getting my ass pinched by the time I was seventeen, and I was in South Louisiana where the liquor control board was more into personal gain than it was enforcing regulations for operating a bar.
My high energy, my big tits, my declining moral standards and occasional special treatment for my boss earned me many benefits and privileges right from the start. I had one boss that gave me three raises in a one-year period just because I gave him hand-jobs in the storeroom twice during that same period of time. Of course, he got to play with my titties while I pounded his pud. I was convinced it was a fair exchange . . . so was he.
Presently, I am night manager for a very popular neighborhood bar where business is as cyclic as the stock market. Some days it's booming - some days it's dead. This was one of the dead nights. It was almost closing time. In fact, the last two customers were leaving as I heard this noise in the back rooms.
With all the customers gone, I was the only person in the building or so I thought, and the backdoor was always locked. What the Hell was going on? I listened again. There it was - a dull rattle probably in the storeroom. Picking up the butt end of a #21 cue stick that Murphy kept under the bar for just such occasions, I eased myself toward the door leading to the rooms in back of the main bar.
As I drew nearer it became obvious that the noises were coming from one of the restrooms. It was the men's restroom. With this realization, I relaxed slightly. 'Probably not a burglar,' I decided, 'but it wasn't a drunk either.' I saw what few customers there was leave before I locked the front door. I crept up to the men's room door and twisted the knob slowly - then I yanked the door open.
"Oh, shit," I exclaimed when I saw the tall black man at the urinal.
"Aggghhhh," he cried at the unexpected intrusion.
"Nick," I yelled. "You scared the crap out of me."
"Sorry, Miss Glory," he said apologetically. "Remember I changed my night to clean up last week." He had turned from the urinal, but he was still holding his limp penis between his fingers.
"My God, Nick," I cried. "Is that yours, or is that the radiator hose out of your truck?" I was referring to the enormous black cock Nick had not returned to his pants yet.
"Oh, excuse me, Miss Glory," the gentle black man said apologetically as he fumbled to get his pleasure prod back into his pants.
"Hold it, Nick," I said in a more relaxed tone. My eyes were frozen on his massive penis. "Mind if I take a closer look?" I asked. Cocks were my favorite male muscles, and I believe I was looking at a grand champion.
"No ma'am," he stammered with obvious confusion. "Go ahead on."
"I would like to touch it," I said cautiously as she neared Nick. "That is if you don't mind."
"Be my guest," he said smiling broadly. "I dearly love for beautiful women to play with my pecker. Careful though. It gets bigger."
I reached down and lifted this slab of dark meat gently with my hand. It had soft, velvety skin, it was warm, and it was growing as I held it. My first impulse was to squeeze this sleeping giant, but I thought better of that idea. I just jiggled it in my hand. It grew some more.
"How big does this thing get, Nick?" I asked already breathing deeper because of my excitement. I had no intention of releasing my hold on this mutant love muscle. My hand trembled slightly causing the gentle giant to swell even more.
"Oh, it goes deep enough, Miss Glory," he responded proudly. He was thoroughly enjoying her hand on his cock. "I've never put a ruler to it so I don't know how many inches it is. Do you want to measure it?"
"Not just yet, Nick," I said. My bated breath was restricting my speech. "Maybe I will later." Then I surprised myself. I stooped down in front of him. "May I?"
"Please."
Without further ado I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the massive black head. I believe his soft moan enticed me to spread my lips and slide farther down his silo. Shortly after I had the entire head inside, my mouth felt full. This was my limit. Then I heard an object hit the floor. I opened my eyes to find that he had dropped his trousers - he wasn't wearing underwear.
"Take your time, Miss Glory," he said in a comforting tone. "It takes most people time to get used to."
"I'll bet your black lady friends like this jumbo prod," I said after removing my mouth for a moment. "Can they take it all at once?" I immediately returned to my challenge.
"My black lady friends like a big cock," he said proudly, "but I have just as many white lady friends that like it just as much." He paused for a moment and then, "Can you tell its black just from it being in your mouth?"
