Editor's Note: this submission contains fictional characters using racial, ethnic, gender- or orientation-based slurs.
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Sherry finally got up from the burlap bags and put her clothes back on. Scott watched the older black woman, and realized that he could never tell his friends that he had porked a nigger or he would be chastised forever. Yeah, she was a hot older black woman, but all of his pals were definitely racist and would give him major shit. But damn, that old black bitch knew how to fuck, and he really hoped to tap it a few more times before he was finished. He thought for a minute and then realized that he was in a catch 22 situation.
As Sherry headed back to the house, she was scolding herself for walking in on Scott, and then being too awestruck by his big cock to move. Dumb dumb dumb she thought to herself. But she had to admit, the boy could fuck. On the other hand, she was 15 years older than him. What a mess, she thought to herself.
Scott worked on the barn for the next two days without seeing Sherry. She made it a point to get up early each day and go to her office and put in long days so she wouldn't have to be around him. For some reason, she couldn't get him out of her mind. She knew he wasn't crazy about blacks, and yet, that seemed to excite her. She couldn't figure it out. Was it because she wanted to try to change him? Or was it because, as a black woman, it excited her to think of belonging to a young white man? Or was it something else?
When she got home from work on the second day, Scott was just finishing up and putting his tools away. She thought this might be a good time to set things straight from a few days ago. As she walked to the barn, she saw him go inside carrying a power saw so she followed him in. When the door shut, Scott turned and saw the older woman enter. He smiled at her and said, "I spent most of today replacing some of the slate and shoring up the foundation." He saw that she was staring at his chest as she approached him.
She said, "Tha . . . that's good, Scott. I uh . . . I uh, think . . . " Scott stepped over to her and she could see he was sweaty and smelled musky. As she continued to stare at his chest, she reached out her hand and touched his sweaty chest. Suddenly her brain kicked in and she quickly removed her hand and said, "I'm . . . I'm s-so s-s-sorry Scott. I didn't . . . "
Scott grabbed her and kissed her hard. At first she put her hands on his chest and tried to pull away, but them finally submitted and melted into his hot sweaty body. Her hands slid down his chest and began unbuckling his belt buckle. Scott was surprised at her aggressiveness, but decided to wait and see what happened. After she unbuckled and unzipped his pants, she slid his pants and underwear over his hips and they dropped to the ground.
Sherry quickly fell to her knees and dove on to his hardening cock. His cock smelled musky from sweating all day long, but it didn't deter the older black woman. "Mmph! Mmphh!" were the sounds coming from her as she forced her mouth to take his entire length. She sucked and jerked his cock until she felt his precum enter her mouth and then she pulled slightly back so he could see her jack his cum into her mouth. Scott smiled down on her as she took his entire load and looked up at him showing him the cum in her mouth before swallowing it all.
When Scott helped her back to her feet, she said, "I . . . I don't know what came over me, Scott. I've avoided you for two days because of the last time, and then when I see you, I immediately act like a slut."
Scott smiled at her and said, "I'm not complaining, Sherry. I liked it."
She looked into his eyes and said, "Would you come inside when you're finished here?" He nodded and she went back to her house to wait.
Scott finished cleaning up, put on his shirt and then knocked on her door. When she let him inside, she handed him a beer. "Thanks," he said.
He was smirking at her which tended to unnerve her. No wonder he's smirking, she thought. I just sucked his cock. This is going to be tough. They sat at her kitchen table and she said, "Scott, I'm sorry for what I just did in . . . . "
