Nice Black Cock That night when I got home I was very quiet. I didn't have much to say, plus I was still in shock over all that had happened that day.
Andy, getting out of the shower, began questioning me on what happened at work that day. Finally, I casually mentioned that I went to lunch with Amos.
There was a long silence and then Andy walked over to me and said "What?" in a very loud and very shocked tone of voice.
"What the hell are you thinking about!?!" he yelled, standing over me in an almost threatening way.
"Well, he's very, very persistent," I said. And I said it in a casual, almost teasing, tone. I guess underneath it all I was really very angry. Angry that my husband wasn't man enough to keep me satisfied and at home. Man enough to keep other men at bay. After all, I thought, I had told him this man was making advances and he did nothing. Nothing to protect and defend meÑand my honor. An honor that was now goneÑtaken forever.
Taken by a black, 65 year old janitor.
"Why didn't you just tell him no!?!"
Andy's voice was rising now. He was almost becoming hysterical. Like a woman, I thought. And he looked so ridiculous again, standing there shouting, naked, with his little genitals flapping and bobbing around like someone had grafted a five year old's privates onto a 30 year old man.
What did I ever see in this man was all I could think. He now seemed so ineffectual, so weak, so impotent...so white.
I just got up undressed and walked into the shower leaving him there saying, "Well...well...are you going to say anything?"
From the bathroom I answered as I shut the door. "No."
I ran the shower, but before stepping in I noticed what my husband must have seen as I disrobed. My back was scraped red from all the rubbing on the back room's cot that Amos had fucked me on. Also, my pussy was red and sore from both Amos' bruising dick and from my own constant masturbating throughout the day as I kept recalling the black man's taking of me.
Andy had to know.
My slight bit of pussy hair was matted with dried semen. In short, I was a mess with recent sex. And even smelled it too.
You could smell the sex all over me, I thought. He knows Amos Nice Black Cock Dave was and all the girls that he cheated with, and the
next thing i knew, I woke up in the morning with this black guy sleeping
next to me and i didn't remember a thing. We went our separate ways
after that, but after a few days it seemed like all the black guys in
school were staring and talking behind my back.
When i finally asked the guy from the party, he said that he had
videotaped me getting fucked in the ass with his black cock and he was
showing it to all of his black friends. Although i didn't remember it, i
couldn't take the chance of Dave seeing such a tape so i begged him to
give it to me. He said that if i went to his house and fucked him one
more time, then he would give Mandingo 7 Black Bigcock who had so quickly, and so easily, become my sexual master. And I so much wanted to please him as his sexual slave.
"Baby, why don't chew gets down and do what chew do best, ay?" he suggested.
"I can't, not here. Anyone could see us," I said, though we were in a fairly secluded area.
"Am I hearin' dat you'd be ashamed about bein' seen wit a black man. We coverin' dis ground gin', baby" Amos said menacingly.
"No...no hon, really. You know that. I've told you how I feel before about that..."
"Well, you's gots to show me," Amos responded with an angry, demanding tone as he stood and waited. Waited for Ôhis woman' to perform.
After a long pauseÑand after I could no longer bear the building suspense of his angry stareÑI reached out and began unbuckling his belt. Belt unbuckled, I began to undue his waist band and unzip his fly.
Soon I was kneeling in front of him, pulling down his trousers and boxers.
I loved smelling the strong musk of his crotch again. I grabbed his gorgeous, humongous dick and started shucking it. Waking the serpent to life, I thought. After all, it had a job to doÑand I was the job he needed to do!!!
I found myself shucking and kissing Amos' meaty dick while still intermittently looking over my shoulder and around the area, afraid any minute someone would walk around the corner and discover us.
My God, I thought. What would I say? A Product Marketing Manager sneaking off into the basement to fellate a janitor!
And I being a newlywed at that!!!
There would be no way to ever explain. Besides, how could I explain this to anyone else? I couldn't even explain it to myself.
Amos' hands were in my hair now directing my head and mouth to their labors.
I began sucking him ravenously, wanting to be sure this time that I fully satisfied this man...my man.
I bobbed my head up and down his thickening shaft in an exaggerated manner, pulling and yanking on the thick African meat he offered me, his white slave girl.
Rolling my tongue under and around the sheathed knob of his uncut dick, I worked furiously at giving this hunk of African manhood as much pleasure as I knew how.
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friends following me until it was too late. When i saw the five of them
my heart sank because i knew what trap i had fallen into. I asked what
they were doing there and Kumba said "me and my crew are here to
gangbang that tight, white ass of yours bitch. We know you have a baby
already so don't act like your a virgin or some shit, so take off your
clothes, bend over and get ready for a real dick in your cunt, not some
little white prick like your boyfriend has."
I told him Dave wasn't my boyfriend anymore and besides his dick
wasn't small, it was at least six inches long and very thick. Then
Kumba's friend said that he had six inches when he was born and he
pulled Mandingo Vs Jack Black Cock Spring Break work each day, I waited for Amos to find a reason to come up to my department to fix something. I thought for sure he'd find an excuse to see me. But as the days passed, no Amos.
Finally, I began inventing phony reasons to call maintenance to try to get him up in my department. But each time another man would show up. "Damn," I'd find myself thinking, all these sexy outfits, but he doesn't even come up to take a look.
As days passed I began to get angry. "What, does he think he's too good for me!!!!" I would find myself totally distracted and furious.
"He's a damned, black janitor," I'd think racistly. "He should feel so lucky to have had what I gave him!"
But then, as happens with women, I'd begin to lose my confidence. Maybe I wasn't that good on the cot that day, I worried. Maybe other women he's been with pleased him more. Maybe I can do better next time if I read books on what men like or ask other women. Maybe I should ask some of the black women here at work what they do to please their men.
My thoughts went on and on until I worried myself into knots; convinced that I didn't measure up to the kind of woman that could keep a man like Amos.
But maybe it was true, I just wasn't good enough for him.
Soon I found myself thinking of excuses to go down to the basement to visit the Maintenance Dept.
One Friday I decided I would do it. I would go down to the Maintenance Dept and find out why Amos never followed up and called me again. Find out why this old, toothless, black janitor...dumped me.
I went down to the Maintenance Dept dressed in a tight knit dress. Very short. With very high, high heels. I wanted to be dressed to kill.
When I knocked on the door I heard Amos' voice say, "C'mon in!"
I opened the door and there he was sitting at a table playing cards with several other black men, all who looked up stunned to see this young, put-together blonde calling on them.
"Amos could I have a word with you?" I asked somewhat demurely.
Amos turned with a big smile to the other menÑwho returned his smile with their own knowing smiles and chucklesÑand said, "Sho' babes. No prob."
As we walked out of the room, Amos turned 
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because as soon as he entered my cunt and started fucking me, i came
harder than i ever did with Dave and this made me sick and aroused at
the same time.
After being with Dave for three years, and having a baby with him,
you would think he could get me off better than any stranger, but it
only took a twelve inch cock to prove otherwise. After what seemed like
four days of fucking but was only really two hours, they were all done
cumming in my mouth and pussy.
Then Kumba threw a videotape Black Cock Christmas over!"
I did as commanded and leaned onto a desk in the shabby room. I felt his fat knob start to rub itself up and down my slick gash.
With little hesitation, he pushed in and then pulled my hips back onto his long thick spear, impaling me with all 12" of his sex.
He began to pound it into me! I felt for sure someone would hear the loud slapping of his hips to my ass, as well as our grunting as we mated violently in the dank room.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Again and again he drove his powerful rod into my sore, but hungry, pussy.
His huge black hands mauled my tits roughly. He pulled and pinched my nipples making me scream in both pain and lust. I felt like a cow being milked by its owner. And I loved it.
Soon the entire room was smelling of our musky mating activity.
Then Amos grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked my head back, slammed deep into me and spewed his molten, black seed deep into my belly.
"You my breeding mare, Leasa baby," he grunted as his stallion sized dick began to swell and spew...and swell and spew...over and over again: delivering its lava-like, African sperm to my womb.
When he was done. He silently, and casually, got dressed and started to leave the room.
"Are you done?" I said sarcastically and angrily.
"Yep," he replied without feeling.
I paused not knowing what to say...my anger drained away as I realized he was about to leave and felt no guilt...and little interest.
"Will I see you again, " I asked, but in such a way that it was clear I was pleading.
"We'll see." he said, and was gone.
I got dressed. Walked out to my car trying to cover the huge stain that ran down my dress and got in.
As I started to drive out of the lot to go home and change I saw Amos out in the lot with some of the other black maintenance guys laughing and high fiving each other.
I drove home in a daze, recalling how my father would always refer to me as his "Aryan Princess"...
I thought, what if he saw me now. Driving home after having sucked and fucked a black janitor, older than him.
I thought, I should go and visit my dad; get back to my roots.
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next thing i knew, I woke up in the morning with this black guy sleeping
next to me and i didn't remember a thing. We went our separate ways
after that, but after a few days it seemed like all the black guys in
school were staring and talking behind my back.
When i finally asked the guy from the party, he said that he had
videotaped me getting fucked in the ass with his black cock and he was
showing it to all of his black friends. Although i didn't remember it, i
couldn't take the chance of Dave seeing such a tape so i begged him to
give it to me. He said that if i went to his house and fucked him one
more time, then he would give Nice Black Cock flaps of skin that covered the nozzle of his cock until I began to hear him grunting and mumbling to me...
"That's it you white trash, fuckin' ho'. Do what you was made fo', bitch: suckin' a black man's dick. ÔCause dat alls you good fo' slutÑcocksuckin'! Cocksuckin' on black dick!"
I knew as he called me cruder and cruder names that he was getting closer and closer to cumming. So I worked harder; pulling, sucking, licking and occasionally pulling off and kissing his massive organ.
He was like steel now and his bloated weapon started to expand to the exploding point.
At this point he pulled it out of my mouth and started jacking it in my face.
"Open wide honky trash!" he commanded.
I opened my mouth submissively and waited. Obeying my master like a dog would, I thought.
Then it came!!! Like a dam bursting he unleashed load after load into my mouth; over my face, forehead, hair and then all over the front of my knit dress...seemingly, for good measure.
I was being covered in the spunk that had impregnated me in our first mating, I thought in the back of my lust driven mind.
I reached up and palmed his over sized testicles, and then began to milk them. Trying to draw out more of the thick, milky sauce that I was already drenched in.
My hair was dripping his semen down the back of my neck. It felt hot, burning, with his potent seed.
What a waste, it seemed to me, of future black manhood.
I licked the gooey wasted seed still dripping and oozing from his dick. I slavered over it, licking and cleaning my man with all the love of my being.
Amos grabbed his dick away from me and slapped my face with it two or three times: "There dats de bitch slappin' you wanted, eh, babe?" he snickered in the most demeaning way a man could to a woman he knew was now hisÑcompletely.
"Shit girl, watch you gonna do with that dress you slobbered all over. Hell bitch, yo' sho' is one pig of a bitch."
I looked down at the thick gooey stain that ran down the entire front of my dress, from the neckline down to my navel. I was fully hosed by Amos' powerful loins.
I began to feel very ashamed. I felt like the very whores I had always gossiped about