Black cock for Brenda

Sometimes when I get a bit horny I like to write about one of my sexual encounters. This is one of those times. Of course I even get hornier when I write about it, so hopefully you will have the same experience as you read this story.

I am a married white woman and at the time was 40 years of age. A mature white wife, as they say. I was working in a large store at the time. I knew when I first met Tony I was drawn to him by some mystical power and as time passed he seemed to be attracted to me as well. Tony was a young, handsome, muscular, black guy with very black skin and a beautiful smile that showed his pearly white teeth. His eyes danced and twinkled in a very sexy manner. As time passed, I found myself day dreaming about he and I being lovers. Of course I knew that I was older and he was surely attracted to the younger, sexy, and more attractive women. We often talked in the lunchroom about different things. One day he mentioned that he would like to have some little extra jobs to make some more money. He mentioned yard work, painting, and general things that he might do. I kept that in mind as I pondered the thought of him doing some things around our house. My husband (Paul) had rather be fishing or golfing than mowing the lawn, or painting, or washing the cars.

My thought process was working trying to determine if Tony would be interested in doing my lawn, hummmmm, well, maybe my husband would be happy for him to do some things in order to free him to do some of the things he enjoyed. Perhaps Tony might just like to help my hubby’s wife, hubby had not been taking care of her very well lately. I felt a warm tingle in my thighs as I thought of Tony and him having his way with a white wife, after all, most black men want to get into a white wife’s panties as a matter of bragging rights among their brothers. I became obsessed with the idea and one day asked my husband if it would be OK for Tony to do our yard on Saturday’s so he could have more time fishing or golfing as I knew how much he enjoyed them. (I was thinking of how I would be enjoying my Saturdays doing what I love, if it worked out).

Paul said, “Gee Honey, that is a great idea. I could use the time to relax and do some enjoyable things after a hard weeks work. Sure get Tony to help around here if he wants to. He could help us a lot I am sure. Of course you could relax some as well.”

At lunch the next day, I said to Tony in a quite voice, “How would you like to do some things for me on Saturdays?”

I did not realize how it sounded but Tony got a slight grin on his face and leaned over the table toward me and said in a low voice, Sure, Brenda, I am available for anything you need.”

I blushed and said, “Oh Tony, I mean for money.”

“Well, he said, “If you insist,” and chuckled.

“Tony stop it now. Do you want to do our yard work? Paul likes to play golf or fish on Saturday so we could use the help.”

“Sure! I could use the extra money,” as he grinned and looked me with his dancing mischievous eyes, reaching under the table and squeezed my leg as he got up to go back to work. “See you Saturday, Brenda.”

I was speechless as I nodded approval, still feeling his touch as my loins warmed and I took a deep breath wondering if he really wanted me or was I reading too much into his teasing words.

Now I had a few days to plan my moves for Saturday. If he wanted me I was going to make sure that he did not miss any signals on my part. How to act, what to say, what to wear etc were all in my mind as I thought of Saturday.

That evening, I showered and as I toweled off, I looked into the mirror and saw my 5 foot 9 inch frame as I turned and looked at my still perky 36-c breast wondering if Tony would like what he saw. I knew that I was 40 but I still had a nice firm body. I ran my fingers through my black pubic hair as I thought of how Tony would feel the moisture and spread my lips, that is, if he wanted to… I was day dreaming about this hard bodied young stud thinking of how eager to breed a white wife he would be… yes I would submit to his sexual needs and take him like a bitch in heat. Yes my young stud, while the main dog is away, this old bitch will let the young stud dog breed her.

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Saturday came and Paul departed with a kiss on the cheek and said, “If Tony does a good job, have him back. Have a good day and see you later this evening.”

“OK, Darling. Have a good time. I will keep a check on Tony’s work.”

Tony came as planned and got the mower out of the garage and went to work. As planned, I had on my sun top showing some nice milky white cleavage, and some clinging knit bottoms without panties, that showed my nice round butt and shapely legs. I watched as Tony mowed without his shirt on, his muscles rippling under his jet-black skin. I looked at his chest covered in kinky hair, as he started to sweat making his body look like polished ebony. I was thinking of how I would like to walk up to him and run my hand all over that body and perhaps get a feel of his butt. I knew my juices were already starting to flow.

Taking a pitcher of ice water out to the patio, I called to Tony to take a break and have some ice water. He come over and sat at the table, and as he sipped, I noticed his eyes moving up and down my body as if to say, “Damn woman, I want to get some of your ass.”

I found my self smiling and asked Tony, “I was just wondering, Tony, at my age if I am still attractive? You know how women are. They are always concerned about keeping their youth.”

“Brenda, you really are a sexy woman I must say. You sure turn a lot of heads at work. I must admit that you have an affect on me.”

“Oh, Tony, Cut it out now. I just wanted some reassurance. You know I am married, well, it is nice to have a young man tell you these things, it is good for a woman’s ego,” as I giggled.

“You are a very sexy woman in my book. I know I would never have a chance with you, being black and all, and you being married, but if I had the chance, well, I could be influenced, if you know what I mean.”

I giggled again, and said, “Tony, you are making me feel like a teenager. You need not be concerned about being black as if I had the chance I would not hesitate to rub that black body on mine, of course I know, well you know, oh, damn it Tony, uhhhhh!”

“Brenda, I think I better finish my work here before I get carried away and I go too far, well you know what I mean.”

“Go ahead and finish the yard work and I will have you some more ice water,” as I smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. As I rose up, I notice that his eyes traveled to my crotch, which make me aware that I was wet down there. It was obvious and I was sure he had not missed it.

I sat in the house and watch every move that Tony made, getting more and more horny by the minute. I wanted his black ass and I was certain that he wanted my white ass.

Tony finished and put the mower in the garage and came into the breakfast nook and accepted the cold water I offered him.

“When you finish your water, I have you a bath ready in the whirlpool tub,” I informed him.

I directed Tony to the bathroom and waited until I heard him get into the tub, then I entered and walked over to the tub and asked, “Room for one more?”

To that Tony smiled replied, “Sure, come on in!”

As Tony watched, I slowly removed my sun top, then my shorts, standing for a moment as Tony looked intently at my body and mumbled, “Damn, you are a hot momma. Come to yo sugar.”

I stepped into the tub and we immediately went to each other frantically exploring each other’s bodies. I moved my hand to his crotch and captured his now erect manhood, which told me that his mind was already planning to get him some white wife ass. I knew that he was not going to have to beg me, as I was shaking all over with anticipation of having that hard black pole in my sweet honey pot. I felt like a teenager again, about to loose her cherry to a horny young impatient stud. I knew I was a 40-year-old married woman but I could not help but feel like a teen again.

We got out and toweled each other off, then Tony pulled me to him in a lovers embrace, parting my lips and running his tongue into my mouth as I eagerly accepted my young admirers advances.

I whispered to my young black lover, “Yo Momma is ready to take care of her baby.” Let’s move to the other room. We moved to the bedroom where I had the covers pulled down revealing white satin sheets. We both lunged together in a lovers embrace, as we pulled each other tighter and tighter. I could tell that Tony was totally aroused as his hard cock was pushing hard against my pelvic region knocking on my door asking to enter.

Tony then moved down trailing kisses until he reached my clit where he circled it with his tongue. He slurped my juices, which were now flowing like a fountain. He was driving me crazy with his tongue as it circled and plunged in and out and licked my juices over and over again. He moved his manhood around to be over my mouth as I cuddled his black balls and licked the slowly seeping nectar from his cock head. He moaned and trusted into my mouth almost chocking me. As I caressed his balls in their sack, I knew that I would make him empty them into my white womb very soon.

Tony then moved above me as I opened my legs as a welcome sign as he used his black cock to party my wet lips and entered my waiting white hole. His lips met my eager lips as he plunged deeper and deeper into my husband’s private playground. I knew that I was giving his wife’s white ass to a young black stud.

“Oh Tony, Baby, I’m all yours. Take me. I want you Baby. I need you.”

“Yes, I’m going to take care of my Momma. I’m so fucking hot for your white married ass. I’m going to make you my white bitch.”

Tony was not pumping deep and hard as I eagerly met every stroke with sheer horny lust. I wanted this young black stud. I was giving him all I had and he was giving me all he had. We were now sweating and slipping as we clung to each other trying to not miss a stroke. I could feel his fully loaded black stud balls knocking on my back door telling me that they were going to explode in me. My womb was now starting to contract in anticipation of the final moment when my young black stud would shoot his load deep inside me.

I could tell we were both on the edge as I dug my nails into Tony’s buttocks and screamed out, now sugar, now, Momma is going off.”

To this, Tony thrust deep and hard and stiffened as I felt his cock pulsating pumping his black seed deep inside my womb as the cervix tightened around his pole keeping every drop as his black balls emptied into me. I was now shaking, and then I relaxed as we slumped into each other’s arms gasping for air knowing that we both had exploded in harmony. Tony laid on top for a few minutes as his manhood deflated, then he slip off and we laid side by side in each others arms without saying a word giving each other a little kiss now and then and caressing each other as two spent lovers would do, drifting into sleep.

We must have gone into a deep sleep as I awoke to notice that it was mid afternoon and Paul would be home soon. I looked over at Tony and admired the young handsome black man, knowing that I had been up to the task and had busted his black balls good. Even his deflated manhood was beautiful, as it lay limp in a patch of kinky black hair, matted in juices form both of us.

I woke Tony with a kiss on the cheek and a whisper that it was time to get up and out before my husband found us together like this. Tony smiled and said, “Yes Momma. Anything you say,” and laughed. “I sure wish I had me a hot Momma like you”.

I replied, “My young black stud, You now have my husband’s hot Momma any time you want her, well at least when he is not looking… You know, it is like the pack of dogs, when the Alpha dog is not looking, the young stud dogs get some of the momma dogs ass.”

We both laughed and Tony dressed and kissed me and as he left he pinched my ass and said, “Keep it hot for me Momma. Yo young black stud will return.”

Need I say that I reported to Paul that Tony’s work was outstanding and that I invited him back to take care of everything again?