Old Black Willy's White Bitch
A couple of months ago my life changed when an elderly Black man moved in next door to my apartment I had bought near the college I attend.
My name is Debbie and I am a junior at SMU. I am studying art in hopes of working at a museum when I graduate. The old black guy's name was Willy. He was in his 60's at least but I noticed he also was in good shape for an older man. He had played football and lifted weights and was still active in sports till this day. He walked around without a shirt on a lot and he had surprisingly tight abs and muscular arms for his age.
I on the other hand, am not real athletic but I was blessed with a firm body. My pride and joy however are my 42DD knockers that are like a magnet for guys. I have no problem getting laid or getting asked out on dates. Old Willy soon took a liking to me and every morning when I went to school he would be out and whistle at me as I went off to class.
Over time we developed a little routine of sexual innuendo and gestures that we both had fun with. I didn't feel at all threatened by him as he always had a smile on his face. His wolf whistle always made me feel sexy and I would preen for him before I got in my car to drive away.
I noticed a steady stream of black women who would arrive late in the evening and then leave around midnight from his apartment. I suspected he was more than just a friend having them over for diner. My suspicions were proved correct one night when he left the window and the drapes pulled open on his bedroom window. I watched as he had sex with one of the woman.
I have to say I was impressed by Old Willy's stamina. He got between her legs and they had sex for almost an hour non-stop. The longest I had ever had sex with a guy lasted for about 10 minutes max. Old Willy seemed to have the strength of a bull. I actually masturbated watching them fuck! I soon began to fantasize I was the woman under him and he was fucking me in her place.
After that, I caught him having sex with his window open several times. Each time was with what looked like a different woman. Old Willy never ceased to amaze me with his sexual prowess. Our little ritual each morning also took on a new meaning for me. One day I actually became brazen enough to flash my left tit at him much to his delight. The next day he motioned for me to come over to him, when I was heading out.
Old Willy looked at me with a smile on his face and he asked me if I had enjoyed the show last night. I was stunned and just stood there with my mouth open. "Oh come now darling, you know I left the window open on purpose just for you. I knew you wanted to watch me fuck my woman last night."
I could hardly speak as I turned away, my face flushed and my breathing shallow. "I have to go Willy, ... I'll be late for class."
That day in class I could not focus on my school work at all. All I could think of was old Willy fucking me like he had his black women. I didn't even know how long his dick was due to the angle of the window. I knew that he had set me up and I had fell into his trap just like a lamb for the slaughter.
That night when I arrived home there was a note on my door that said to come over to his apartment at 8:00. It went on to say I was to come dressed like I wanted sex. I was stunned by his forthrightness but also found my pussy was wet with anticipation. I thought about not going for a while but the fantasy in my head proved too much for me. I went in and took a shower making sure to shave my legs and snatch smooth. I knew I was going to have sex with the old man.
I put on a new pair of black thigh-high stockings and high heels, complimented by a matching red half cup bra and a G-string panty. My big jugs stood up proudly and my nipples were already hard and ready for action. I slid a tight stretch top on over my chest that left my midriff bare. I pulled on a little pair of daisy duke shorts and headed over to his apartment.
Willy answered the door almost as soon as I knocked and ushered me in. I was happy it was dark and he didn't make me stand outside, so all the neighbors could see me. The aroma of house was an intoxicating mix of incense burning and a faint smell of pot. Old Willy told me to sit down as he took a seat beside me on the leather couch.
"You look good enough to eat baby," is all he said as he leaned forward to pull me to himself with his big black hands. He didn't waste any time in shoving his hand in my bra, grabbing a tit and giving it a squeeze. Old Willy began to kiss me and then ran his tongue around my lips to taste the lipstick I had on. I could feel my body come alive under his touch. I didn't know if it was due to me not having sex for over a month, or because of the taboo nature of him being a black man.
Willy broke our kiss and got up and poured us both a drink of scotch with a little soda over ice. He then produced a joint and lit it up. He took a small puff and handed it to me. I wasn't much of a pot smoker but I took several long drags and gulped down the drink to calm my nerves. Soon the drugs and alcohol took over me and I felt calm and at ease.
He leaned back on the sofa and asked me to stand up and strip off my top and skirt and show him what I looked like. I rose up and slowly removed my outer clothing and then under his direction I slid off my panties. His eyes never left my jugs as I pealed off my bra revealing them to him for the first time. Old Willy pulled me by the hand to him, and made me straddle his lap. My tits were right in front of him as he reached out to touch them.