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Queen of Spades
I was eating a sandwich and reviewing my afternoon presentation during lunchtime at Panera's when we met—she was sitting at the table immediately to my right and having lunch with a friend.
She was dressed casually—a white blouse that was open at the neck and exposing a generous amount of bosom; tight, sexy jeans that hugged her hips; and three inch heels. I guessed she was twenty years older than my twenty-seven years of age.
What caught my attention was the silver chain around her ankle and the matching, silver charm. It was a large spade with a black letter Q in the middle—a Queen of Spades symbol that indicated she fucked black men.
I also noticed a large diamond on her ring finger, along with a matching wedding band, and wondered if she'd married a brother or was cuckolding her white husband with black men.
She gave me a one hundred watt smile when she saw me staring at her ankle bracelet.
After her girlfriend excused herself to use the restroom, I reached out and gave my phone to the sexy, mature woman. She looked at me questioningly, so I said,
"Type your name into the chat feature and send it to your phone. That way, I'll have your name and number."
It took her a few seconds to type and send the information, but then she smiled and handed the phone back to me.
I told her,
"I need to go to a meeting, but I'm looking forward to chatting soon."
After I returned to my condo (from the gym), later that evening, I texted Tina:
[Me] Hi, Tina. I'm Chris. We met at Panera's this afternoon.
A few minutes later, I received a reply:
[Tina] Hi, Chris. I was wondering if you'd say hi.
[Me] I suspect many black men introduce themselves to you whenever you have that pretty, silver charm hanging around your ankle.
[Tina] Truthfully, I don't wear it too often. Only under the right circumstances.
[Me] And those circumstances are?
[Tina] I don't wear it at work or in places that might embarrass my husband. I mostly wear it when I'm out by myself or with girlfriends.
[Me] So, hubby knows and approves?
[Tina] Yes. We are extremely discreet. BBC has been my obsession for the last several years.
[Me] We seem to match up!
[Tina] Oh? How so?
[Me] My kink is mature and white.
[Tina] Are you just saying that or do you have experience?
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Tina's question spurred a favorite memory. I was a freshman in college when I was at the grocery store buying some snacks. The woman directly in front of me in the checkout line was very attractive—she stood five feet, two inches tall, was slim, and had nice curves. I guessed she was in her late forties.
As she was bending over her carriage to reach the groceries in the bottom of the basket, her shirt rode up her back and I spotted the universal sign of a black cock queen—a tattoo of a black spade surrounding the letter Q was peeking over the top of her jeans. After all of her groceries were on the conveyor belt, she turned and smiled at me.
I smiled back and quietly said,
"My queen!"
When her smile became bigger, I asked,
"May I help you take your bags of food to your car?"
After I checked out and put my snacks in her carriage, I followed behind while pushing it.
I was moving her bags from her cart to the back of her Honda SUV, when she commented,
"You're quite the gentleman!"
I nodded.
"I'm always a gentleman...in public!"
With a twinkle in her eye, she asked,
"And...in private?"
"In private—?"
I reached out, took her hand, and guided it to my crotch where she proceeded to trace her fingers along the length of my hard cock.
"I can get very nasty!"
When her hand slid between my thighs and cupped my balls, I asked,
"Do you like nasty, black boys?"
She admitted,
"The nastier, the better!"
I guided her to the passenger side and opened the rear door.
"By the way, I'm Chris."
As she climbed into the back seat, I palmed her ass.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled.
"It's nice to meet you, Chris. I'm Angela."
Angela sucked my cock for the next thirty minutes while I finger fucked her tight, wet pussy and even tighter asshole. She gagged (violently) around my cock each of the three times she came. I came twice and she gulped down each load.
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The next day, Angela was on time and knocked on my dorm room door at exactly noon. She was nicely dressed in a black T-shirt; sexy, tight jeans; and heels—her clothes were in a pile on the floor and we were tangled in a girl on top sixty-nine position within minutes!
I knew (from the previous day) Angela had great cock sucking skills. She slowly took my thick, black cock to the root (over and over!) while I licked from her tight, little asshole to her pink clit.
She came all over my face as I slid a finger into her tight pussy and lapped at her clit with my tongue. She bucked and came a second time when I bottomed out two fingers in her hole.
Angela spit my cock out after her second cum and announced,
"I need this cock inside of my pussy!"
She crawled down my body, reached behind herself, and guided my cock into her in a reverse cowgirl position.
It took a few pushes before Angela fully impaled herself and then started bouncing on my cock. I loved the look of her ass and tight, pink asshole as her cheeks flexed on my rod.
I reached out, grabbed her right butt cheek, opened her backside, and played with her asshole with my thumb. As Angela looked over her shoulder and growled, I pushed my thumb inside.
A few bounces later, Angela squealed,
"Come with me, lover. Fill my pussy with cum!"
Ninety minutes later, and after a long, hard, second fuck, Angela had sucked me hard, again! She was on her hands and knees (with my cock buried in her tight, little asshole) while I was holding her hips and sliding in and out of her well lubricated hole when I heard a key jiggling in my dorm room door lock.
Angela tried to pull away, but I held her in place as Tony (my roommate) entered the room with another buddy (Phil) as I continued a slow, deep, ass fuck.
Tony smirked and called out,
"Sorry, bud! I just stopped in to get my physics book."
Without missing a stroke, I replied,
"No problem. We'll be finishing up after my next cum."
Phil joined the conversation.
"She's hot...a real MILF! Is she any good?"
I answered,
"She's very good! She gives great head if you have time."