She sipped her wine and thought about the conversation she had with Jennifer and Rex this morning. Rex was coming to town next week on business and she had offered to let him spend the evenings at her house. He had readily agreed and she was looking forward to that. She wished Jennifer was coming, but she couldn't but they made plans to get together in about a month and spend some time together. Her thoughts were interupted when Jim gave her a new glass of wine and told her "Compliments of the man at the end of the bar."
Lynne looked down the bar and saw a very large black man. He looked to be about 55 or so and she smiled and mouthed thank you. The man stood and Lynne believed him to be about 6'8" tall and very large. He must have weighed 350 lbs., he had a fairly large belly, but he was big all over. Lynne immediately wondered if he war LARGE where she needed him to be. She laughed as he walked up and asked if he could sit next to her. She told him to sit down and told him her name. He told her his name was Charles. They talked for a while and she discovered he was in Savannah on his way to Florida and had decided to stop overnight. He was a preacher, had a wife and three grown children.
Lynne excused herself to go to the ladies room, and when she returned she sat on her stool and turned toward him with her legs slightly spread, making sure he got a clears shot of her jeans and the camel toe she was sporting. After talking with him she knew she wanted to sleep with this man this evening, if he wanted her. Her knees pushed against his thigh as she talked with him and had another wine. They laughed and she told him she thought he was beautiful, and he said that the feeling was mutual. She was a very beautiful woman, but the evening was getting late, and he had to be getting up early. He put his hand on her thigh and asked if she would like to come to his room and have a night cap. She told him she'd love to and she said goodnight to Jim and he smiled as they walked off together. Jim thought to himself that this man was in for a very nice evening before he went off to his wife tomorrow morning.
On the way up the elevator, Charles wrapped his arm around Lynne and told her what a nice woman she was and she tried to hug him, although her arms wouldn't go around him she squeezed him as best she could and she could feel her nipples harden as she pushed against him. She hadn't had a man for quite some time and she was looking forward to being in Charles's room tonight. Her hand brushed his ass as they stopped at the 8th floor and got off the elevator. When Charles opened the door to his suite, Lynne walked in and she heard Charles put the security lock on the door, and she smiled.
Charles asked her if she would like a drink. She told him that would be great and he told her he only had vodka, she said that would be okay, and he fixed them both vodka and cranberry juice and handed her the glass. He sat next to her on the couch and she drank her drink and put the glas on the table. She moved up on her knees and put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She asked if he would like her to stay with him until he had to leave in the morning, as she reached down and caressed his cock. He nodded, and she kissed him again as he put his huge hand over her breast and began to fondle her. She knew this was going to be a good evening because she couldn't wrap her hand all the way around what he had in his trousers and he was still soft.
They broke the kiss and Lynne worked her way down his chest and nuzzled into his groin as she kissed him through his pants. She reached up and began to undo his belt and trousers. She knelt on the floor and unzipped his pants and he lifted his ass as she pulled his pants and boxers down over his hips, the familiar smell of sex overwhelmed her as his cock and balls came into her view. She was right, his cock must have been 10 inches and it was still not hard, and it was as big around as her wrist. It was also uncircumsized and he had a huge set of balls. Her mouth watered as she looked at him. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off and stood. His cock was dangling in her face, and she kissed it looking at the bead of precum that had formed at the opening of his foreskin. She stuck out her tongue and lapped it up, enjoying the taste of this man's secretions. She put her hands on his ass cheeks and kissed him over and over. His balls, his cock his pubic hair wallowing in the wonderful mire of his sex. She took his cock in her hand moved it to her mouth and ran her tongue under the foreskin licking the head of his beautiful cock, it tasted so good, she felt her clit throb as she tasted him.
Charles lifted her to her feet and pulled her tshirt over her head, exposing her tits to the air, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the floor and stood before him naked. She heard him moan as he looked at her shaved cunt and she turned around and for the first time he saw the tattoo I LOVE TO SUCK BLACK COCKS tattooed on her back.
Charles said, "Interesting tattoo. Well you little whore, show me just how much you like to suck black cocks. May God forgive me."
Lynne dropped back to her knees and took him into her mouth, pushing his foreskin back as her lips stretched over his cock head. His hand went to the back of her head and he pushed his cock deep into her mouth, and without even a slowing he pushed it down her throat. He said "I thought you were a nice girl, but now I'm going to use you like the slut you are, just a place to empty my cock instead of jerking off."
Lynne was glad he felt this way, she loved to be used and he looked like he was going to do just that. He cunt became very wet as he fucked her mouth. He let go of her head and she pulled free. She grabbed his hips and turned him around, put her hands on his ass cheeks and spread them as her tongue found his ass hole and she pushed it in. Charles moaned and bent forward giving her free access to his ass hole and she made the most of it. Her tongue was working over time in his ass and she grabbed his balls in her hand, kneading them as she rimmed his ass.
