His cock is huge, so dark against her small, delicate white hands. The gold of her wedding band glints in the fluorescent glow, such a lovely contrast to his dark skin. She stares at the huge bulbous head, then her eyes wander up his tight pelvis, his bulging pecs, his handsome face, to his dark, brooding eyes.
"Can I suck it?" she whispers.
He nods. "Good girl."
Her heart swells with love as she opens her mouth to take his cock inside and...
The bus lurched to a stop. She opened her eyes and looked around, dismayed, and confused. Where was she?
Then it all came back to her, the bus trip to the Holiday Inn, the annual meeting of the Federation of Teachers. She sighed and sat up in her chair, watching the desultory midwestern landscape roll by. For the next three days and two nights it would be non-stop fun and excitement with teachers sharing new materials, new methods, new technologies, new attitudes, endless presentations and focus groups...
She sighed and sat back, grasping at the tendrils of the dream... the feeling of absolute submission, of succumbing entirely to the vast power of that huge, thick, long black cock... Was a cock that size even possible?
Where had this dream come from, anyway? Sure, like any girl, she sometimes fantasized about big black guys and their big black cocks, but she was a mature, happily married woman, she didn't need anything like that! Even if her marriage had, well, quieted down lately, even though, with his small cock and meek demeanor, her husband had never really done it for her... She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, grinding her hips just a little bit, her pussy moist, no, not moist, wet... her pussy wet, completely soaking wet. The first thing she needed to do when she got to her room would be to change panties... well, maybe that was the second thing she needed to do. She wriggled a little more into the seat but then started as someone tapped her on her shoulder.
"Hey Pam, how are you?"
She turned, startled. "Oh, hey, Sylvia."
Sylvia looked at her in concern. "You were really out of it. Are you ok? You're not coming down with anything, I hope."
She smiled at Sylvia's plain face. "No, I'm fine, I was up late last night getting ready."
That was only half the truth, the other half was that she had taken a long relaxing bath that had led to finger play and then even more... she remembered she had her phone on and had been looking at porn. Wow, when had she become like this? When had she gotten such intense lust? Sure, her sex life wasn't amazing, but she and her husband had been together for 20 years already; whose sex life is still great after so long? Still, she was 48 years old already! She ought to be slowing down.. but no. Something was happening... what? She was evolving somehow, she was so filled with desire, so filled with lust, but not a good lust, not for nice, kind gentlemen like Tim, the pudgy, sweet, young science teacher at the elementary school where she worked who so clearly had a crush on her. Sure, she liked him, and she knew he liked her as well, but no, that wasn't what she was interested in. She was interested in strong men, muscular men, men who promised something... men with strong bodies and big cocks... She pushed those thoughts away.
"I'm fine, Sylvia, thanks, I appreciate it, but you worry too much. Hey, we're here, let's go!"
She stood up as everyone along with everyone else on the bus, grabbed her bag and shuffled off the bus with the other teachers, sighing at their frumpy clothes, their muffled conversation. She stepped down the stairs to the bus driver reaching into the bottom compartment to retrieve people's luggage. The man was black, tall, and fit, she noticed. Finally, her turn. The man straightened up and turned to her, looking her right in the eyes and for a moment her heart almost stopped and she forgot to breathe. It was him! The man from her dream! Her face burned and he looked at her with knowing eyes and a little grin.
"What color is your luggage, ma'am?"
It took her a moment to get over it. "Uh... pink."
"Pink? I bet it is," he winked as he turned and grabbed her scuffed pink plastic overnight case from inside the compartment and placing it on the ground before her, pulling up the retractable handle. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he handed the case to her, his hand grazing hers. A jolt of electricity went straight from her fingertips to her already soaking pussy, and she gasped.
"Are you ok ma'am?"
"Yes, yes," she smiled shyly.
"Well, you have a good day," he said, turning to the next passenger,
Head spinning, she caught up with Sylvia. "That man with the luggage?"
"The black man?"
"Oh, is he black? I didn't notice. Uh... Yes, him. Was he our driver?"
"I didn't notice. Why? Is there something wrong with your luggage?"
"No, no of course not. Just asking."
They checked into the hotel and got settled in their shared room, then made their way to the opening luncheon, chitchatting with the other teachers.
The rest of the day was spent in symposiums and seminars, to which she struggled to pay attention even though she was considered one of the bright stars of the teaching community. Her mind kept wandering to the bus driver, his lovely eyes, his wicked smile, and in her dream, his hard, solid muscular body, his massive cock. She revisited that dream as her pussy moistened and she kept shifting in her seat, getting wetter and wetter. He would take her and force her, she would be helpless as he shoved his cock down her throat, and she would just succumb just melt under him...
She jolted awake, her face burning red, people turning to stare. Sylvia gave her a concerned look. "Are you sure you are ok?" she whispered.
"I'm fine, Sylvia!" But was she? "Hey, let's see if Helen and Richard want to get dinner tonight."
The day finally came to an end and she and Sylvia and Helen and Richard all went to the hotel restaurant for dinner and drinks. Helen was a vivacious former nun who had retired from the convent to marry Richard, a roundish, sensitive man who was the principal at a middle school in a rural area of the state. They had all taught together when they began their teaching careers, part of a social program that sent young teachers into inner-city schools. The experience had marked each of them and while they had all since moved on, they continued to share progressive values and push for education reforms, and their conversation was animated, especially after the mediocre meal gave way to better quality drinks.
"My shout!" announced Pam when their first round of gin and tonics became dangerously low. The dream dissipated, the years and travails of middle-agedness forgotten, she was feeling happy, finally, to be around good friends and she wanted to live a little.
As she approached the bar, she noticed the bartender was a tall, muscular, black man who seemed somehow familiar. He looked up from his cleaning, into her eyes, and she nearly gasped - it was him again, the bus driver, the man from her dreams!
His smile was wide and sincere. "Nice to see you again, ma'am."
Flustered, she gaped. "Are you the bus driver?"
"Yeah," he chuckled, chagrined a bit. "I play a number of roles around here. Bus driver, bartender...you know how it is, a man's got to do what a man's got to do." He leaned across the bar to wipe it down and she couldn't help but notice the muscles rippling through his shoulders beneath his sheer white dress shirt, bulging beneath the collar. He paused. "What can I do for you?" He asked, his eyes warm with empathy and compassion.
She shifted in her shoes nervously, drinking him in but forgetting to reply.
