How Can Black Men Get Away With It

The whole train was packed when I got on including the 1st class section. I couldn't even reach my reserved seat so for the first hour or so I was forced to stand in the gangway next to the toilet. I had just landed after a long business trip from Singapore that had started the day before so I was dead on my feet and this was the last thing I needed. The weather, engineering works on the line and an industrial go-slow had all conspired to mess up the rail timetable; hence the overcrowding.

After we had left London though things started to improve as many passengers had got off and I finally managed to edge my way towards my seat and I collapsed on to it with as much grace and dignity as I could muster and promptly fell asleep. Every now and then I would wake up check the time look out of the window to try and work out where we were. Gradually the carriage started to empty until it seemed I was the only passenger left. Except for one young blonde, and when I saw her my heart missed a couple of beats because she was absolutely stunning. She was across the aisle in a seat facing me and staring out of the window. She had the face of an angel and the body of a Greek goddess. She was a tall and very blonde with her long flowing locks and smooth pale skin. Absolutely everything about her was perfect. She wore a black skirt and a white blouse a jacket and her hand bag held on her lap. There is something about blondes that is quite bewitching they have a sexual charisma about them an erotic allure that is irresistible. I couldn't stop myself from staring at her and couldn't understand why I had not seen her before. I toyed with the idea of going over to her and introducing myself but I was dozing again before I could act on my impulse.

When I woke up again I looked up to see if that delicious blonde was still there. My eyes were closed but not shut (if you know what I mean) so that if she happened to look in my direction all she would see would be a dishevalled middle-aged man with his head propped up against the side of the seat seemingly fast asleep. She was still in her seat thank heavans was but to my surprise and dismay a darkie had taken the seat next to her. He could have sat anywhere else in the carriage as it was practically empty now but it was obvious of-course why he had chosen to sit next to the blonde.

He was a heavily built man and judging by his grey hair not far off retirement (assuming he had a proper job. But you never know with these people do you). But to be fair he was actually dressed in an expensive looking suit and coat and there was a leather briefcase between his legs so perhaps he had a proper job. His head was bent slightly to one side towards the blonde and he was obviously telling her something that was intended for her ears only. The blonde however was clearly ignoring him and sat as still as a stone staring pointedly out of the window. Still the black man didn't seem to mind and kept up his chatter. Overcome by fatigue I fell into a slumber again. But a sudden jolt brought me back to my senses again and without opening my eyes too much and making it obvious I was awake I looked at the pair opposite me.

It was very clear to me that this darkie was making the blonde feel very uncomfortable and I just couldn't understand why she didn't just get up and excuse herself. Once again I thought about walking over and introducing myself and give her a way out. But once again I didn't. After all he wasn't doing anything wrong except perhaps boring her to death. I do a lot of travelling in my line of work and believe me I've seen more than my fair share of those kind of people who think that you really do want to hear their life story and want to give you their opinion of absolutely everything. These people never take a hint and never shut up even if you gag them and then hit them over the head with a rock. This darkie was like that. He didn't care that she wasn't interested in him or in anything he had to say. I drifted off again but I think it was only for a moment and when I looked at them again I saw that the darkie was still talking to her his lips almost touching her ear.

Then to my complete astonishment he put his hand on the blonde's knee. She gave a start. She turned round to glare at him and silently pushed his hand away and crossed her legs and clamped her arms firmly across her stomach. For some reason the darkie thought this highly amusing and he whispered something into her ear as if he was a secret agent passing some vital military intelligence. Then, even more astonishing I saw the darkie put his hand on the blondes thigh just above the knee and began to stroke it and as he did so his hand was gradually moving higher and higher up her thigh until it had reached the hem of her very short skirt. Now I expected the blonde to leap to her feet and scream and give him a good hard slap; but she didn't. I was amazed, I really was. It began to puzzle me. What was going on here? Why was she putting up with this?

But it didn't end there because

incredibly

the darkie then reached over and cupped one of the blonde's breasts and gave it a squeeze. I saw her jerk upright and stiffen. She looked shocked and and, well; embarrassed. The darkie meanwhile gave a soft chuckle and then unbuttoned the top of her blouse and slid a hand inside and cupped the flesh of the other breast!

Unbelievable!

I watched as he caressed and massaged it and even from where I was sitting I could hear him purr with pleasure as he did so. And the blonde did nothing! She just sat there biting her lower lip with an anxious look on her face and let him do it! Let him get away with it!

And then the darkie removed his hand and sat back in his seat and turned to whisper something into the blonde's ear again. She shock her head and I saw her mouthe the word "no" and turn to stare pointedly out of the window again with her legs firmly crossed a hand across chest chewing her lower lip looking more distressed than ever. The darkie then leaned back in his seat and began to undo his trousers and hauled out his cock. Now let me just say that it is true what they say about black men because his cock was a monster! The darkie whispered something into her ear again and then took one of the blonde's hands and made her wrap her fingers around his shaft. With his hand over hers she began stroke it. The smile on the darkie's face was so wide I thought the top of his head would fall off. The darkie could not contain himself any longer and he put a hand behind the blondes head and made her face him and then started to force her head down.

The blonde tried to resist by putting her hands against his thigh but in the end she submitted and opening her mouth and the darkie's big black cock slid between her red lips and she began to suck it her head bobbing up and down her cheeks hollowed out as she worked hard to service him. How she managed without dislocating her jaw amazed me but manage she did. I watched utterly mesmerised as the blonde sucked on his monster cock with growing enthusiasm like a little child sucking on the most delicious ice cream in the world. As for the darkie he was in a state of heavenly bliss. He sat back in his seat looking utterly serene as if he had just attained a state of Nivana.

Eventually I saw his body gave a shudder and a strangled cry escaped his lips. He had climaxed and was emptying his balls down her throat. The blonde wanted to pull her mouth away from his big black cock but the darkie was having none of it. He held her down firmly by the back of her neck to make sure she swallowed all of it and only when he was satisfied that she had did he let her head up and push it away from him so that he could get dressed again. The blonde wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned away to look out of the window again. As for the darkie he sat with a contented look on his face awash with a heavenly glow sexual gratification. And believe it or not; that was that. For the rest of the journey until I got off they continued to sit there, side by side, as if nothing at all had happened.