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Rachel Resendez smiled up at the man and he returned her smile. Opening her mouth wide, she stuck her tongue out and lapped around the head of his thick cock. She could taste a droplet of his excitement and it sent a shiver through her body.
"Oh! Oh I do love cock," she thought as she sank her mouth over the head of his meat.
She cursed herself as she bobbed her head up and down along the length of his cock, swallowing more and more of his impressive length with each movement of her head. How! How could she have let this happen again?
Again. Again, the diamond ring and matching gold band on the ring finger of her left hand meant nothing as she saw the handsome black man standing, leaning against the bar. His suit was a nice suit and fit his young, muscular body well.
She had gone to the bar; her best friend Connie was having yet another crisis and had begged the forty six year old mother of four teenaged boys to meet her for drinks and to chat.
After the last time, Rachel swore it was the last time; Tommy had almost caught her. No matter how big Don's, Doug's, Dan's; no matter how big whatever his name was might have been, it wasn't worth losing her wonderful, loving, wealthy husband over. For two months, Rachel had kept that resolve.
"Hmm, but I do remember Davante; mother of God but that boy could fuck!" Rachel remembered her last black lover.
"Even though she'd been thirty nine years old at the time, the nineteen year old youth had truly believed he was in love with the married woman. As flattering as it was, Rachel cut it off. Number one, Davante had no means of supporting her; not in the lifestyle she'd become accustomed to. And number two, her conservative Christian parents would have disowned her if they'd ever seen her with a black man.
"Yum...my," Rachel thought, looking in the mirror over the bar.
He happened to look into the mirror and the two locked eyes. Rachel gave a little smile and head nod. Checking her cell phone again, she saw that Connie claimed she was on her way; she'd be there in ten minutes.
"Hey there; waiting for someone?" the man smiled, sidling next to Rachel.
"Happy Halloween," Rachel purred. "Yes. Yes I am; keep me company until she gets here?"
"Well, sure," the man smiled.
Nice suit, nice cologne, a thick gold band on his left hand. He gave Rachel his name but Rachel paid no attention to the man's name. He pulled out a money clip with a thick wad of bills folded into it. Rachel allowed him to buy her another drink and she rested her hand on his muscled thigh.
Again, Connie bailed on Rachel; her boyfriend was there now and the two were talking about their latest conflict. With a sigh, Rachel dropped the cell phone into her purse. Then, thinking about it, even as her hand ran up and down the man's leg, coming closer and closer to his semi-hard cock, Rachel dug the phone out of her purse again.
'Nothing changes if nothing changes,' Rachel texted to her friend.
"Motel Acadiana's right down the street," Rachel told her companion, dropping the cell phone into her purse again.
If the clerk recognized Rachel, she said nothing. Her pudgy, wrinkled face gave nothing away as she slid the card for Room 112 across the counter. She smiled a half-hearted smile when Rachel wished her a 'Happy Halloween' before stepping out of the office into the late afternoon sun.
"Swear; it's October thirty first but you would swear its middle of summer," Rachel said fanning herself against the heat and humidity.
In the clean, comfortable, and sparse room, Rachel wiggled out of her dress and full slip, hanging both in the closet. She looked on with some disapproval as her companion dropped his suit trousers to the floor, throwing his dress shirt onto the pile. His suit jacket was folded over, lying on the foot of the bed and Rachel picked it up.
After hanging his jacket, Rachel again faced her lover and deftly unhooked her bra. She let her 34C breasts fall from the cups and stood to allow him to see her firm breasts. Workouts every other day kept her breasts, belly, and ass in shape.
"Aw yeah," her lover whistled as she removed her panties, displaying her sweet hairless pussy.
Lying on the bed, Rachel and her lover kissed for a few moments. Then Rachel wiggled down and nudged his legs apart. Kneeling between his thighs, she gripped his cock in her small hands and opened her mouth wide.
She had his cock in her mouth, hips and nose resting firmly against his coarse pubic hair. He moaned as Rachel began to hum an old Berlin song, the song from the movie 'Top Gun.' Oh, how she had swooned listening to the romantic song.
The first few spurts of his ejaculation went straight into her gullet. The last few spurts went into her mouth; she loved cock, loved the taste of semen.
He was satisfied but Rachel wanted more. She asked him if he could go again and he assured her he could. Clicking on the television, Rachel hit the number '2'2 and scrolled down to 'Interracial.' The image of a beautiful black girl being sodomized by a well-hung white man seemed to excite her lover; his cock began a slow dance.
"Hey, wait, how, how'd you know how to get them movies?" he did ask as the scene pixelated, showing the black girl welcoming a second white man.
"Been here before," Rachel shrugged, lying on the bed.
She stroked his reviving cock while the black girl was spit roasted by her two white lovers. The last scene showed both white men squirted their immense loads onto her face and obscenely large breasts.
"Fuck. I, I think this is a safe time for me," Rachel thought as her lover's cock pushed into her wet pussy.
"Oh well; guess it'll be another trip to the clinic. Again," Rachel shuddered as her lover's cock stretched her pussy.
"What Tommy don't know..." Rachel thought even as she shrieked in orgasm.
He was good. And, because of his previous ejaculation down her throat, he was able to pound her good and long. Rachel was flopping like a rag doll underneath him by the time he finally stiffened and pumped her belly full of black baby makers.
Rachel actually experienced another orgasm as she thought of having a black baby. Her husband would be mortified. Her parents, her parents would surely disown her; that is, if they survived the certain heart attacks they would suffer.
On the screen, an emaciated looking blonde was swallowing a long black cock. Her moans drowned out the distorted sounding music as she slobbered all over the dark meat.
