Samantha found herself bent over inside her SUV in a dark parking lot at the back of her local corner store. Her ass was thrusting up in the air while she fingered herself silly. Her mouth was engulfing the youngest black cock she ever had. It was thick and it was decorated with veins the sizes of number two pencils. She got there not by accident. Not by faith either but by choice.
Samantha's meeting with Milk resurrected an old habit, a habit that Samantha could not ignore. She loves black men. Her desperations grew deeper since Milk had not come by as scheduled. Desperate about her needs made the beautiful wife to break her promise that such infidelity will not be repeated again. She underestimated her needs; her womanly needs that were more powerful than her self control.
She arrived at the store not knowing what will happen, however, she knew who she was looking. Upon entering the store, she immediately met the gaze of a seventeen year old black male, named Moses AKA "Dirty Moe", a name given by his wannabe gangster friends.
Moses immediately recognized the married white beauty. He knew the reason with her presence. He knew what she wanted and needed. He knew what to give and how to give it. His mind went wild almost immediately as he pictured the married white wife begging for his big black cock. Then after Milk placed the last beer bottle inside the cooler, he motioned to his Chinese boss that he was done for the night.
Samantha was walking in between isles when she found herself standing next to Dirty Moe. She was nervous and scared but her pussy had given quick signs of approval with the encounter and possibilities.
"Hey Mrs. S," Moe asked with a smile on his face.
"Hey there," all she can say back.
"How's your day goin girl?" his gold front tooth sparkled from the above fluorescent lamp, then he added. "I think. I knows what ya want."
Samantha's hands trembled because she knew what it meant.
"I don't know what you are saying Moe," she replied with a nervous tone in her voice.
"Oh please. I know what ya lookin for," then he added. "Why don't ya meet me out back? Then I'll show ya what you came here fo."
Before she could reply, Moe took hold of her left ass cheek squeezing it roughly. She lifted her head in the other direction, and looked around to see if someone saw what was happening. Her face turned red from the vulgar show of affection.
"Stop it, please," all she could say. But before she could protest with the assault, Moe let go of her ass then started grinding his swelling crotch on her butt.
"If yo not back there that means we done," Moe whispered and then left her standing alone with her pussy leaking with excitement.
The Southern humid air smacked her face when she stepped outside the store. She cannot not believe that she allowed herself be treated by a young black man like that. She saw herself like a cheap twenty dollar whore. "Who the hell he thinks he is?" she asked herself. Even though they had only met once, the young kid acted like he knew her already. But Moe has something that she cannot get from her husband, something that only black men can only provide to her.
Samantha got inside her SUV, thinking that she should just leave and forget about Moe. But against her better judgment, her mind began to flash visions of her carnal desires. Pictures of black men, and Moe's thick black cock going in and out of her white mouth, flooded her brain. With that, instead of exiting the parking lot, she made a turn in the direction to the rear of the store. There she saw Moe, standing next to a dumpster, in a dark part of the empty parking lot. Moe motioned for her to park next to the garbage dump and told her to unlock then front passenger door. Moe got next to her and reclined the car seat, making himself at home.
"So Mrs.S what ya want?" asked Moe.
"Nothing really," she said.
"BULLSHIT. You mean to tell me that we park here in the dark fo nothing," he said loudly.
"See I know what a crack ass wants when they in this part of town. Do you know what they want? Moe asked looking straight at her.
"Drugs?" answered the white wife, but Dirty Moe cut her off before she could even say more. "Damn right woman." He then added, "So here you are, coming in my place of work, looking all sexy and nice. That's not fo nothing."
" Let me ask yo again Mrs. S. What you call dem people, especially dem rich kids, comin here lookin for crack?"
