Black And White Dating Like a lot of husbands out there I had always fantasized about my wife
taking on a hung black man. Well, quite by accident it happened. We were
having a party at our house and had invited several people over, mostly
from my wife's work. It was a Black And White Dating his for a second as I reached to
say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole
thing. But all I could muster was...
"Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and
found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling
to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still
held his.
Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away.
He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face.
"See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on
his way.
"O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked
to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the
glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching
me as I walked down the hallway.
For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my
knees shaking.
Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly,
exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I
doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But
I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his
refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his
left inseam.
I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to
the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have
to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet
splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the
crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old
maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me?
My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the
seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for
my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously!
My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of
his pants, trying to break free to get at-me!
Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high
squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to
stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man
had ever before been able to make me cum.
When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had
happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable,
old black?
As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself
together and go back to my desk.
But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos'
invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over
me? What would my husband think if he ever knew?
All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy
lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my
hose.
I got no work done all day.
That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I
seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered
over the day's happenings.
That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom
naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the
bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his
man-sized Interracial Gangbang Rapidshare 14 Inch Black Dick for
this view.
Then my wife and Derrick started trading some kisses, flirty at first but
then more passionate. Derrick reached down and pulled my wife's tank top
off, revealing her fine breasts.
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After we backed out and turned onto the road he casually put his big,
black hand onto my knee, squeezed it gently and said: "You joinin' me
today a dream come true, Leasa."
My heart bled for him. It was such a nice thing to say. I felt guilty
for all the laughing my husband and I had done about his flirtations.
This poor beast really admired me so. I wanted to remove his hand from
my knee-it was completely inappropriate-but after he said that...I just
couldn't. I was afraid I'd hurt his feelings.
So he drove on with his hand on my knee. Occasionally, running it
slightly up to my lower thigh.
I kept coming right to the point of saying stop. But it was so casual,
so slight, I never quite felt he'd gone over the line.
Yet as we approached the bar & grill he was taking me to for lunch, I
suddenly thought, "What in the hell am I doing sitting here in a broken
down old caddy with an old, black man-one my husband and I used to laugh
about-letting him rest his hand on my knee and occasionally stroke my
thigh like I was his damn white whore or something!!!"
I felt somewhat stupefied and dazed as he opened the car door for us to
enter the "Soul Train" Bar & Grill. All I could think of was how could
I have let this all happen and what am I doing here.
As we walked to the back door entrance from the parking lot something
else bothered and alarmed me. The warm wetness I felt again in the
crotch of my hose...obviously brought on from Amos' gentle handling of
my knee and thigh.
"What is happening to me, " I wondered.
As we walked into the seedy bar Amos suddenly grabbed my hand, holding
it in his as if I really was his woman. My immediate reaction was to
pull it away but as we walked through the bar area and all the
patrons-who were older, seedy looking, black men-stared at us, I felt I
didn't want to create an embarrassing situation.
Besides the way the place quieted down and these old men stared at me,
some with their jaws agape, made me feel something strange that I didn't
understand at first. But as we walked by them I found myself slowly
holding Amos' hand more firmly. I also found myself standing tall,
strutting somewhat, beside and slightly behind him...somehow proud of
their admiration-even awe-of me. And especially in awe of the fact that
I was being paraded about hand in hand by their buddy Amos.
I quickly found my nipples betraying me again as Amos paraded me in
front of his buddies on the way toward our booth. They poked out
prominently as these old men ogled my bouncing breasts. Damn! I
thought. Why did I wear such a sheer bra.
But in the back of my mind I knew this was strangely exciting me against
my will. I enjoyed these old blacks staring and looking me up and down,
licking their lips lustfully. And I was also excited by how Amos glowed
with pride to be with this young, shapely blonde. Hand in hand, showing
her off as his 'date' for all his horny, old, pals to envy.
We stopped along the way as Amos introduced me to one or two of his
buddies as his "lunch date". As he'd say this, I'd at first feel my
temper rising that he would introduce me as his date...then somehow it
would melt away as these men would look me up and down and whistle.
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the party. My wife and Derrick were sitting on the love seat, Jim, Susan
and Ken were on the couch facing the love seat, and I was in a chair that
completed the U arrangement.
Jim and Susan started to kiss, and 
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infantile genitalia swinging between his legs.
I began unbuttoning my blouse. Soon I had undone my bra, slid it off,
and began sliding out of my skirt.
Meanwhile, Amos was done removing his clothes and I could hear him
grunting approval at my free swinging breasts as I continued removing my
skirt and shoes.
In the corner of my eye I could see his enormous uncut, dick bobbing its
head approvingly at my nakedness-just inches away from my face. I
looked up at it and became transfixed staring at this massive black
organ. It appeared almost alive, bobbing its huge bulbous head, covered
by thick flaps of skin, and drooling precum profusely.
I thought it was hideous, yet gorgeous in some inexplicable way--and it
just drove my heart wild with growing excitement!
Amos reached over and began peeling down my panty hose. As he did we
could both see the huge wet splotch my excitement had deposited into the
crotch. They were ruined. Ruined from my uncontrolled lust for this
black janitor.
Completely naked now I lay back on the cot and looked up at him. His
incredible dick stood out from him now, curving at an 80 degree angle
from his body. It was at least a foot long and 5 inches around. I
never imagined any horse, much less a man, could be so big.
As I laid there staring at it and he down at me, I lifted my gaze
finally to his eyes. We looked deep into each others eyes and, as we
did, I slowly lifted and spread my legs, inviting him into me.
He knelt onto the bed and positioned his meaty, African weapon into
place against my swollen and soaked pussy lips. One thrust forward and
he was into me three inches. As he began truly mounting me-slowly
pulling out and more quickly plunging back in--each thrust brought more
and more of him into me. It seemed the depth of his penetration would
never end.
I grunted with each spear-like thrust. I felt skewered by this black
stallion of a man. And he continued now with greater speed and power.
Finally, he brought his arms down under my thighs and bent me back, my
legs over his shoulders. At this point he seemed like a man possessed.
He hissed: "I wanted a white bitch like you in a position like dis all
my life. Now you's go' get it, you fuckin' white, trash 'ho!!!"
At this he began slamming his dick into me without mercy!
Slap, bam! Slap, bam! Slap, bam!!!
As he slammed his oversized organ deep into my womb he also slammed me
and the whole bed into the wall. The racket we made between his body
slapping into mine, the bed slamming into the wall, and my ooohhs and
ahhhss with each penetrating hump was creating a loud racket.
Through the walls I could hear the black patrons all whooping it up in
the bar, cheering, whistling, laughing, and shouting all matter of lewd
and crude remarks about the blonde bitch old Amos was "givin' some bone
to".
They were cheering on there old homey who they could now clearly hear
banging the living shit out of some uppity blonde wife from Silicon
Valley. They were just loving it!
And so was I...as the pounding I was receiving drove on and on. All I
could think was, "Oh my God, how can he do it? How can he keep up this
pace?"
Slam! Slam! Slam! He drove on giving me more and more of a ramming from
his Dark Wanderer Everyone left quickly. No doubt Jim and Susan went
home to talk about her dark lust. My wife and I fucked for about two
hours while she relived her black blow job, and poor Ken went home alone
and relieved himself. 
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say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole
thing. But all I could muster was...
"Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and
found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling
to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still
held his.
Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away.
He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face.
"See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on
his way.
"O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked
to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the
glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching
me as I walked down the hallway.
For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my
knees shaking.
Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly,
exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I
doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But
I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his
refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his
left inseam.
I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to
the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have
to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet
splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the
crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old
maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me?
My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the
seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for
my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously!
My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of
his pants, trying to break free to get at-me!
Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high
squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to
stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man
had ever before been able to make me cum.
When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had
happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable,
old black?
As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself
together and go back to my desk.
But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos'
invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over
me? What would my husband think if he ever knew?
All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy
lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my
hose.
I got no work done all day.
That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I
seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered
over the day's happenings.
That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom
naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the
bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his
man-sized Black And White Dating My wife then pulled Derrick's cock from his pants and proceeded to suck
on his long black cock. Susan and Jim were engrossed by the scene. Jim
lifted Susan's blouse and bra revealing her small tits. He sucked on her
tits for a while. While he