I would like to thank my editor on this story without whose help it would never have got posted. So a big thank you to Brittany.
Welcome comments so please feel free and if there enough response I can work on some more.
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John was in for a long day ahead at work, as a van parcel delivery driver. It was the day before payday. He was pissed off because this tasty white bitch had failed to come over last night, after he had bought her drinks all night. On top of that his boss had given him a long run across town to a white neighborhood with one small package. His boss was also complaining about his attitude and that made him even more pissed.
John finally found the address at the end of a cul-de-sac tucked away in the corner. There stood this big detached house, he moaned about how the whites had all the best places and earned the best money. 'One day,' he thought 'I will get there.'
After trying the doorbell and getting no reply, he was about to just leave. He thought to himself 'Shit I better try around the back of the house to keep the boss of my back.' When he got around the back and saw the big double French doors, he could not help but look inside. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There on the large sofa in just a robe, which was wide open showing all her naked glory, Was Angie (as he later found out was her name). She had her legs wide open playing with her pussy. Her head thrown back and eyes closed as she rubbed herself with one hand, while she played with her tits pulling her nipples with the other. 'Wow,' he thought 'I would love a piece of that.' He felt his big cock start to thicken in his pants. As he saw her reach over and pick up a small cumber and start to use it on her pussy.
It came to him in a flash; he now knew how he could get himself a piece of this white bitch's ass.
He rushed back to the van and got the two disposable cameras his boss had told him to carry in the event of an accident, so he could take pictures to help prove it was not his fault. Armed with the camera's he crept back around the house and took pictures of her. Use the cumber on wet gapping pussy. Watching this private show had given him a real hard on that was crying out to be relived. So, he did as he watched her use the home made toy on her white pussy. He stood there and wanked his cock to its full 10 inches. His cock was so thick he could just get his big hand around the shaft. To give you some idea of how thick it is when, as young boys do, playing around one day he had measured it and across the shaft it was 2 ¾" and at the dark purple head it was 3 across. A real pussy splitter as he had found out a few times, much to his pleasure.
He timed his own cum to that of hers. He shot his cum all over the French doors, 5 big long spurts followed by 5 smaller ones. He was never known to just dribble like a lot of white males and he was often told that he came a lot more than most. As he put himself away armed with the photographic evidence he was smiling. He wondered what she would think when she noticed the mess on her French doors. He did not bother to try and deliver the package. He would just tell his boss no one was in.
He went round to his mate's place, who he knew he could trust to develop the pictures. He got him to make 2 copies, promising himself that she would soon get to know what it felt like to have a real man's cock and not some vegetable. Even though thinking about that gave his balls a twitch.
Angie lay back and just soaked up the afterglow of the fantastic orgasms that she had just given herself. When at last she got up to get changed. She looked out of the French doors to see what the weather was like. She saw the mess left by John. Not knowing what it was she opened the door and looked at it. She thought it reminded her of cum, but there was too much and she wondered how it could be there anyway. Putting her finger in it and feeling it she noticed the smell, she knew what it was. 'Oh my God,' she thought, 'What did they see?' Looking back at the sofa she realized that whoever it was had seen everything. The question was just who the bloody hell was it.
Just then the phone rang. 'Oh my God' she thought. In a panic she answered the phone.
"H..hello," she asked hesitantly.
"Hey Angie, I just wanted to let you know I will be late tonight. I have some extra work to do," her husband, Chris said. "Did a parcel arrive for me?"
"Hold on, let me check the front door. I haven't heard anyone," she said breathing a sigh of relief. She went and checked the front door. Coming back to the phone she said, "No, no package. I guess I will see you whenever you get here."
Hanging up the phone she sat down and tried to think who could have seen her using the cucumber on her self.
John, on his return to work, told his boss about the failed delivery and gave some excuse that he seemed to believe. 'Roll on the weekend,' he thought. Saturday he was around Big Jims (not just called that because he was tall and well-built, but more to do with his large cock) to check on the photos. Since they were from a cheap disposable he did not know how they would turn out. Well Big Jim had worked wonders he had touched them up and cropped them so the door frame was removed. Looking at them you would believe that you were in the room at the time. Big Jim was not daft he knew how he had taken them and what he intended to do with them so he had cut a deal. When John was up and running, he too would get a crack at this hot bit of white meat. John was more than happy with the pictures and agreed that would be no problem at all.
Monday John phoned in sick. What he did, was drive out to the cul-de-sac and spy. He knew it would take a day or two before he would get some idea of the routine. He was in no hurry, he saw Chris leave for work and noted the time, he saw and followed Angie to the shops and to her friend's house, and he also noticed that Chris did not come home for dinner. He clocked what time Chris got back home at the end of the day. He did this for a week, by then he had built up a good picture of her routine.
Angie had a very uncomfortable night's sleep all she could think about was who had seen her and what they had seen. She was disgusted with herself when she realized how turned on she was by these thoughts. Even more so when she crept out to the bathroom to have a wank, before she could get back to sleep.
After a very nervous day jumping at every phone ring and rushing to answer the door before her husband. She spent a horrid weekend wondering if whoever had seen her would make themselves known. By the middle of the week she had calmed down and by the next weekend she had all but put it to the back of her mind. That was except for Friday when Chris made love to her, well he called it that, but she was not too sure. He never seemed to last long enough lately, just as she was getting there he would grunt and cum leaving her high and dry. She went to the bathroom to clean herself and saw how little there was on the tissue. She had a flash back to the patio doors and that gave her pussy a real twinge. She sat there on the toilet and rubbed her pussy as she imagined what it must feel like to be flooded with that much cum and what he had seen and how turned on he must have been to risk wanking right there.
After about ten days, John was nearly ready. He thought it safe just to make sure, so he called in sick again on Monday and was so glad he had. He saw Chris load a suite case and a hold all into his car. At first his heart sank, he thought they were going away. Then he saw her come out and kiss Chris bye and realized that he was going away for at least a couple of days, if the size of the suite case was anything to go by. So he watched him drive away and waited about 10 minutes. He locked his car and walked up to the house armed with a set of the photos he had taken last week. Standing there he gave the door a good hard knock. As John was waiting for her to come to the door he had a thoughtful look on his face as he hoped this would work and not back fire in his face.
He believed he had done his homework. He had called in a few favors. He had her husband's work address, bosses address,
his and her parents address, her sister and brother, and his brother. He also knew they were members of the local sports and golf club and by chance he had the names and addresses of two of her girlfriends that had driven round to see her, he had gotten their car numbers. He had all this info typed out clearly on a large A4 sheet in with the photos. 'It pays to have friends in high places,' he thought and he smiled as she opened the door.
Boy she looked good up close! Standing there at 5' 6" in a size 10 skirt with a pair of tits at 36" with a full C cup. They looked as if they were straining to burst free out of her semi see through blouse, he could just see the shadow of her dark areola and he could see the perfect little nipples standing to attention as she felt the cool breeze sway over her by standing in the doorway (Unknown to John that the attention of her nipples was because of him).
With her straight blond hair hanging down just past her shoulders in a nice feather cut. She was very pretty with full red lips and nice even teeth. Even though she did not have a lot of make up on her eyes were clear blue. She has the silkiest skin he had ever seen, with just a hint of a glow. Looking her up and down, he noticed her nice tight waist and tight thighs tapering down to nicely shaped calves, down to pretty ankles, and small feet. All in all a very beautiful and sexy woman.
She smiled sweetly at him, "Yes, can I help you?"
Angie was trying to decide what to do today as Chris was to be away for 5 days. She had got changed and was about to call her best friend Sue to see if she wanted to go shopping. It was always a good way to pass a few hours, then she heard the doorbell. As she opened it she saw this large black man and thought, "Wow!" She saw a very tall 6' 6" well-built muscular black man with a very close cropped hair cut. She thought he had a very handsome strong looking face although he had hard black eyes, but that was softened the very nice smile and brilliant white even teeth.
When she asked if she could help. He told her in a deep smooth voice that sent a shiver down her back he had a letter for her, but he needed a reply so he asked if she would mind if he waited. He gave her his works ID card to prove he was safe. She was puzzled and reading the ID card asked him in. He gave her the envelope and when she pulled the pics out.
She nearly fainted, the blood ran from her face as she cried out, "Oh my God! No". There in front of her in living colour was her with her legs open and the cumber in her pussy her robe open one hand on her tits and the look of pure lust on her face. John was smiling now, he knew he had her the minute she cried out.
He let her see a couple and said, "What do you think of them? Quite good aren't they?"
"What do you mean," she cried out, "have you seen them?"
"Yes of course, I took them, not bad ehh?"
"Oh my god, what did you do that for?" It was all she could think of to say, her mind was numb with the shock.
"Well," he said, "When I saw you I just thought, shit man I want a bit of that. So what better way? Now I can have a piece of your arse whenever I want."
