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.