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.

***

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?