Ultimate Black Fantasy Vicki

I left home very early one Thursday morning on a singular mission: to find a spectacular piece of black ass to fuck.

I was in that all too familiar frame of mind, obsessed with my desire for black women, fantasizing about them, wanting them.

My life is immersed in my pursuit of beautiful black women and my thirst for black pussy is unquenchable. The more I have, the more I want.

Beautiful, sexy, mature black women are without equal. They are strong women, independent, tough, smart and extremely sexual. I wanted to fulfill again my ultimate sexual fantasy, to get one of these great black women into bed and then lick, suck and eat her body from one end to the other.

Every decision I make in life is affected by my lust for black women. When I leave the house, it is with the hope that I will get to see, or possibly even talk to, a beautiful black woman. When I am making my mind up whether to go to one place or to another, the place where more black women are likely to be present is always the deciding, winning factor.

Despite seducing and fucking four of the sexiest and most beautiful black women imaginable over the years, I still want more. I always want that next great black woman in my bed and I know that I won't rest until I'm tasting that new, strange black pussy.

There are many wonders in this world but the sight of a beautiful, extremely sexual black goddess is one of the greatest wonders of them all.

I have seen the vision hundreds of times: beautiful dark skin, piercing electric eyes, dressed impeccably, walking so that every inch of her body is shaking, head held high, exuding confidence, celebrating her womanhood, her blackness, her mere presence overflowing with her intense and overwhelming sexuality.

As for sex itself, black women have no equal.

When I go to bed with a fantastic black woman it is a wild, intense, always life-changing experience. I have learned that when a black woman is with a man she is attracted to, a man who treats her with kindness and respect, she has no sexual inhibitions. And they are insatiable. They never get enough. I mentioned the four black women I have fucked over the years and there has never been a situation where one of them has said no. Whenever I suggest getting together, they always say yes.

I have to pinch myself sometimes that I have been fortunate enough to fulfill my lifelong sexual fantasy four times over.

But, unbelievably, I still want more. I want that new experience.

Before heading out that morning, I made sure to dress in my nicest clothes. I put on a nice shirt, sport coat, nice slacks and shoes. If I was fortunate enough to meet a beautiful, classy black woman, I knew from experience that I had to dress the part.

My wife was out of town on a work trip and it was my day off from work. So I had an entire day to pursue my fantasy.

I left the house not really knowing where I was going. All I knew was that I had to at least feast my eyes on some beautiful black women.

So where do I go to look for black women? Where would I find my next great woman to take to bed?

I have no limits in my searches. I look everywhere. One thing I have learned is that you never know where and when opportunity might strike.

I knew that I would probably have to settle for just seeing some beautiful black women and enjoying the spectacular view. But the ultimate goal, the goal that is always on my mind, is to find one to fuck. I consider every place I go as an opportunity: the grocery store, a service station, restaurants, bars, malls, large department stores. The list is endless.

Black women, like most women, love to shop. And that always makes the mall a great place to go. And they love to dress up and show out when they do go shopping. And dressing up to them means showing off their magnificent bodies.

I love books and I enjoy visiting the bookstore at the local mall. But, as always, my primary purpose for going anywhere was to hopefully feast my eyes on the many beautiful black women I would see. And there would be many at the mall.

I had spent around 15 minutes in the bookstore and was ready to leave. I wanted to begin my walk around the mall, hoping to see what I came to see.

As soon as I exited the door I quickly looked to my left and walking my way was a sight I recognized immediately. It was the sight of a stunning, spectacular piece of black ass.

She was walking fast, strutting in that singular way that black women walk, with every part of her magnificent body in motion. She was a tall, middle-aged woman, maybe in her 40s or early 50s, and I could tell immediately, even from a distance, that she was something special.

As she got closer, the magnificent details came closer into focus and my pulse quickened.

She was wearing one of those one-piece dresses that was so tight that it accentuated every curve of her wonderful body. The dress was a cream color with tiny black stripes, a very stylish and beautiful dress. It was cut very tight and was short, very short, revealing fully her long, thick, muscular legs and thighs.

The top part of the dress was cut low and struggling to contain the massive amount of black flesh exploding from her chest.

As she approached me, I was transfixed. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This was prime black pussy from top to bottom. She was the type of woman I dream about and fantasize about.

As she got closer, I saw that she had a stern, almost agitated look on her face. She seemed to be muttering to herself and she was visibly upset. Her tits and hips were bouncing wildly as she walked past me and when she did I made sure my eyes were glued to her.

She turned her head and looked directly at me. I looked into her eyes and they were those electric, sexy, sultry, "fuck me" eyes that great women have. She had that dark, creamy brown face that I love so much and her short black hair showed off her beautiful, bare, inviting neck.

She looked at me hard. She didn't say anything to me but she gave me a genuine "go to hell" look. I really thought she was going to unleash that anger she was experiencing right there on me, in that moment. But I didn't flinch. I kept looking at her without any expression at all. She stared right back at me and kept staring at me until she had passed me.

I was shaking I was so excited.

As soon as she went by, I was hit by another thunderbolt. I got my first view of her backside and it was a vision that I will never forget as long as I live. Her big, wide ass was exploding violently back and forth, shaking unmercifully inside that tight dress. It was one of those great asses unique to black women. But this one was on a completely different level. My heart was in my throat.

"I've got to find a way to fuck that woman," I said to myself. I could not let her get away without at least trying to talk to her. Could she be any more fantastic? Just looking at her got me so excited I could barely breathe.

I knew from experience that strong black women like to be in charge of every situation. So I was not deterred by her angry glare when she looked at me. There was no way that was going to scare me off.

She was the kind of black woman that I lusted for and adored. She was an older woman, intense, sexy, thick, and she was extraordinarily beautiful with massive tits and a big, hard, fat ass. And she loved to show it off, every bit of it. That's what I love about great black women and this one was no exception. Every inch of her body and every ounce of her demeanor screamed "sex" and I knew without question that she would be an absolute animal in bed.

I followed her from a safe distance, but not from too far away. I wanted her to notice that I was following her.

A few minutes later, she stopped to look into a store window and she spotted me out of the corner of her eye. I expected her to have some sort of negative reaction. But she just looked at me blankly before continuing her journey through the mall.

Another few minutes went by before she darted into a dress shop. I parked myself across from the store to wait on her to come out and it was then that I made an impulsive decision.

I was standing in front of a coffee shop and I made up my mind to approach her when she left the dress shop. My plan was to engage her and ask her if she would like to sit down and share a cup of coffee. I didn't feel real confident about that plan but I had to try something.

At one point I saw her looking through some clothes that were on a rack near the front window. She looked out the window and saw me standing there. I just looked at her and she looked at me, again without expression.

When she came out of the store I tensed up and I was nervous. This was the moment of truth. She stopped and looked across at me. I was going to start walking toward her but she beat me to it. She started walking in my direction, strutting like a tiger who had just spotted its prey. My heart went to my throat. I didn't expect this to go well but there was always hope.

As she got close to me I took a couple of steps forward to meet her. I made sure that I stood as close to her as possible without touching her. Being so close to this black goddess was like receiving an electric shock. Every inch of my skin felt like it was on fire and her fragrance was overwhelming.

She looked me straight in the eyes and asked, "Are you following me?"

I responded without hesitation.

"I am."

She didn't seem surprised by my answer. She was calm and confident. I was amazed that there was no sign of the anger that I had seen just a few minutes earlier. I was also surprised at how intently she looked at me. She must have stared at me for 15 to 20 seconds without saying anything. It was like she was sizing me up.

Finally, she said, "I don't like that."

My instincts told me the comment was just a smokescreen. Regardless I knew I couldn't back down.

"I think you do like it," I said. "I know you like it."

Again she showed no anger or reaction to what I said.

Calmly, she responded, "You don't know me like that."

She pulled her head back and just continued to look at me. I was hoping that she would appreciate my boldness. Black women are tough women. But they also appreciate honesty. I knew I was going to have to be as bold as possible with this woman.

I edged as close to her as I could possibly get and looked directly into her eyes. I reached up and touched the side of her arm briefly.

"No, I don't know you and I apologize for saying that. But, with total respect for you and with your permission, I would appreciate the opportunity to get to know you."

She didn't respond and I took that as a good sign.

"Do you think we could sit down and talk for a few minutes? I can buy us a coffee and we can talk. I know you need a break from all that shopping."

She shook her head. "I don't think so," she said.

I wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Look, those high-heels you're wearing are very beautiful and very stylish and very sexy. But I know walking in those things can't be easy on your feet. You could use a quick break I'm sure. Here, let me help you with those bags and we'll go and sit down."

That seemed to break the ice and for the first time she smiled and let out a slight laugh.

"How did you know? These feet are really killing me right now."

"I can only imagine how hard it is to walk around in those things," I said.

I pointed to the coffee shop and said, "Let's sit over there and you can give those feet a rest."

"Ok," she said. "But I don't have but a few minutes."

"That's fine." I reached out for her bags and she didn't resist when I took them from her.

I lightly held her elbow to escort her to the table. She didn't resist me touching her and I took that as a good sign. I couldn't help taking a peek at her ass as she walked. It was breathtaking and I just kept thinking about what it would be like to bury my face in it and eat every inch of it.

I kept my eyes on her as she sat down at the table. She had to sit gingerly because her skirt was so tight, and she had to squirm around a little until she got comfortable.

I couldn't believe what I was looking at. This woman was so hot. Her skirt was hugging her ass and thighs and she had those thick, big, hard, beautiful legs. That tight dress just could not contain her massive thighs.

My heart was in my throat as I realized I would get the opportunity to at least talk to this beautiful woman.

She told me what she wanted from the coffee shop and I went to the counter to order. I watched her while I was waiting on the coffee and saw her reach down, unhook both shoes, rubbing one foot and then the other, before putting them back on. She then started looking at her phone.

I got our coffee and returned to the table.

It was a four-chair table and I placed her bags in one of the empty chairs. I then sat down in a seat right next to her. I wanted to be as close to her while we talked and I wanted to be bold in my actions.

I didn't want to shy away from this woman and I wanted to take every opportunity to let her know that I meant business. She showed no reaction to me sitting next to her and that, to me, was another very good sign.

I couldn't help but peek down and her skirt had ridden all the way to the tops of her beautiful thighs. She made no attempt to pull the skirt down to cover anything up and that sent shockwaves through my entire body. And I had to force myself not to stare at the great amount of cleavage that was protruding from that dress.

After I sat down, I reached out my hand and said, "My name is Joseph by the way. And you are?"

"Vicki," she said.

She put her phone down and reached her hand out and we shook hands for the first time. It was electric. I held her hand a little longer than I should have.

I was thrilled. No matter what would happen with this woman it would be a fantastic experience just to look at her and talk to her for a few minutes. But something told me it might very well turn into more.

Her face was so beautiful, and her sexy eyes sparkled. Her perfume was making me dizzy. I was in the presence of a really magnificent woman. She was one of those rare women who is so beautiful that it is intimidating just to be in her presence.

"Like I said, I can't stay but a few minutes," she said. "I need to get this shopping done and I have a hair appointment this afternoon."

"No problem. But this will give you a chance to relax for a few minutes."

"It does feel good to sit down. You are right about these heels. They kill my feet."

"Yes, I saw you rubbing them when I was waiting on the coffee."

Vicki laughed.

I said, "I don't know how you women do all that shopping, all that walking and running around. I know when I come with my wife I try to find a place to go and just sit until she gets done."

She said, "Oh I love to shop. I could do it all day every day. I'm not going to lie about that."

I was glad that Vicki seemed relaxed and I was enjoying her deep, throaty, sexy voice. I couldn't believe that I was in the company of this spectacular woman. I couldn't stop looking at her and the view was stunning. I loved the wonderful scent of her perfume.

Her face was a creamy, very dark brown color. Her eyes were big and sexy. Her upper lip turned up a little in the middle, giving her lips a very sensuous look. I looked down and she had crossed her legs and they were long, hard and thick. Her big, dark tits were pushing hard to get out of that tight dress.

Needless to say, my dick was already raging just being so close to this great piece of black pussy. I knew instinctively that this was a woman who could literally fuck me to death.

"Vicki, I have to ask you. When you walked by me earlier, you gave me a go to hell look that was absolutely lethal. I feared for my life there for a minute."

She dropped her head, grinned, then looked at me. She reached out her hand, held my forearm briefly and said, "I'm so sorry about that Joseph. I was upset about something but I'm usually not like that at all."

I couldn't believe the change in her temperament and her touching me was an unexpected thrill. She wasn't shy and seemed very comfortable.

"Are you ok now? What in the world got you so mad?"

"I'm fine. I got into a big argument with my husband before I left the house. He gets on my last nerve."

"Let me guess. He didn't want you to spend a lot of money."

"Oh no. I've got my own money to spend. It wasn't anything like that. He started on me about the way I'm dressed. He didn't like it and he accused me of coming here to meet a man, look for a man, whatever. I just stopped listening to him."

I was very surprised that Vicki was so forthcoming about her personal life, especially since we had just met. But I was already enjoying talking to her and looking at her and I liked where the conversation was going. It encouraged me to be bold because something told me this woman could handle anything I said.

"Well, I'm not defending him," I said, "But you are a very beautiful and very sexy woman. He knows that men are attracted to you and I'm sure that's tough to deal with sometimes."

Again she reached out and touched my arm.

"I appreciate the compliment, Joseph. But he's just an arrogant, jealous man and that's all there is to it. Let me tell you something. I don't let anyone tell me what to do, not even my husband. Especially my husband. I learned a long time ago that I needed to look out for myself and not do what other people want me to do."

"Wow. I love that Vicki. But it doesn't surprise me. One thing I've learned and love about black women is that they are very strong women and very independent."

She pulled her head back and grimaced.

"Now what do you know about black women?"

"I know a lot. I admire and adore black women, everything about them. Like I said, the black women I know are strong, intelligent, independent, tough and they don't let the world dictate terms to them. They dictate their terms to the world. And one other thing: black women are the most beautiful women, the sexiest women on this earth."

It was early in our conversation for me to already be going there. But I couldn't hold back.

Vicki looked at me and I could tell she wasn't surprised at how this conversation was going.

"So you like black. There is nothing wrong with that. And that's why you followed me?"

"Yes, of course. That plus the fact that you are one of the sexiest women I have ever seen in my life. And your husband is wrong by the way. Your dress is wonderful. I love it. It's very stylish and suits you perfectly. The way you are dressed tells me that you take pride in being a beautiful, sexy woman."

"I'm glad you like my dress and thanks for the compliment. But can we talk about something else besides my husband?"

"No problem," I said. "So tell me about yourself. I can tell there is a lot more to you than just that beautiful body."

She laughed. There is," she said. "I have two grown daughters, one is in college and one just graduated last year. I'm a district manager for a chain of jewelry stores and I love my job. It's hard work and I have to travel a lot. But it's a lot of fun."

"Interesting. How did you get in the jewelry business?"

"When I got out of college, I had a job with a big marketing company and I didn't like it. A friend of mine worked for a jewelry store and she suggested it. She thought I might like it and she was right."

"I should have guessed that you know jewelry because that necklace and those rings are spectacular. And I love that ankle bracelet."

"I do love jewelry. Most women do I guess. But I could go broke buying so I have to watch myself. I pick something out and, when I have enough money, I buy it. I get a pretty good employee discount too. You should come in one of our stores and buy something. I'll get you my discount."