Hi, My name is Ashley. I am a 21-year-old married woman to a Marine in Iraq. I am 5'0 115 lbs with black curly hair and eye's. I am built nice with a 34c chest.
My hubby has been gone for a week now and Jim is back to using condoms. I just wondered if I was pregnant already. A few weeks passed and I took the test but it came up negative.
Jim came over and I told him that I did not get pregnant this time around. I said maybe next time hubby comes home he can try. Jim said he had to go out of town on business and would be gone 2 weeks. I thought what am I going to do with out him and his big cock.
2 days after Jim left I was moving my furniture around. There was some heavy pieces I just couldn't move. The doorbell rang and it was the paper guy. He was around 18 about the same height as me but a lot heavier than myself. He was also black and I mean black as coal. He was collecting and I asked him to come in.
Once inside I asked him how much and he told me. I then said how would you like to make a few more dollars real quick. He said sure and I asked him to help me move the heavy stuff around. We got everything in place and I asked him if he wanted something to drink. He said thanks but he needs to get going. He said if there is anything else you need here is my number. He looked at me and said anything sexy. Anyway Marcus gave me his number - but I had no intention of calling him and told him I was married.
I should have put his number in the trash but I am glad I didn't. I need some yard work down and called to see if he would do it. He said yes and he would be over the next day to take care of me. He came over and quickly finished most of the work.
"I asked him to Come inside for a few minutes and rest, and have some Soda," I suggested.
He smiled and followed me into the house.
He sat on my sofa, leaning forward, so as not to stain The back of the sofa with the sweat from his body. I Sat across from him after getting us both a soda. James and I chatting for a while, while he rested and cooled off. My sofa was solid white, and the way James sat there, The way he looked - well, I could feel my pussy tingle. I noticed the bulge in the front of those white shorts, Wondering what he looked like without them.
He saw where I was looking, and leaned forward and took His soda from the coffee table, raising it to his lips Slowly. I watched his muscles as he moved slowly, gently in his movements.
"What do you do for excitement, Mrs. Arnold?" he suddenly asked, his voice deep and gentle. I said its Ashley not Mrs. Arnold.
I said. Then, smiling, I said, "I don't have much excitement, you know?"
He raised his eyebrows. "A beautiful lady like you should have her life filled with exciting things to do," he said. His eyes moved up and down my body, as if trying to measure, as if he could see right through my clothes.
I laughed. "I haven't been called 'beautiful' in a year, James."
His turn to laugh. "Well, there must be a lot of blind men running around this town," he said.
"Nonsense, you're just being nice."
He smiled, finishing his soda with one large gulp. He stood and faced me. "I think I should go out and finish before it gets way too hot to move out there."
His crotch was just a foot away from me, right at eye level. I could see the bulge his cock made in his white shorts, could almost swear that I could see right through them. My tingling pussy told me that I really wished I could see through them. He didn't move...his body didn't move, anyway. The bulge did move, though. I could see it getting larger, jerking.
My eyes widened. He just stood there, his cock growing and growing under those white shorts, suddenly pushing them outward. I could clearly see the head of his cock outlined by the white material. Still, he didn't move.
I couldn't stop myself. I reached forward, slowly, my hand shaking. I took a finger and touched the outline of the head of his big cock.
"Mm yes," he said.
I didn't need much more encouragement. I reached up with both hands, and leaning forward, I hooked my thumbs and fingers in the band of his shorts. I tugged downward, revealing his wiry, black pubic hair. I could see the base of his cock, his shorts pushing the rest of his cock downward.
I pulled harder, moving his shorts ever downward. Suddenly, without warning, his big black cock sprang forward and up. Giant, fat, and black, his cock was the largest dick I'd seen in my life. The head was poking halfway out of the foreskin, a purple monster half hidden by the black foreskin.
I nearly came, just sitting there, looking at his cock. His balls hung low and heavy, two giant orbs pulling down on the wrinkled black skin.
"Good Lord," I whispered. I had no idea what I was doing.
Here I was with a giant black dick in my face. Whatever the hell was I doing? I asked myself.