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“Set up for this story is Anika: An African Goddess and includes Weeks 1 through 5 - leading up to the events below. ”

*Chapter 2: Week 6*

In the days that followed my last visit with Anika I found I had a hard time concentrating on all the work I should be doing for my interior design practice. Not only could I not get our last afternoon together out of my mind, I could not stop thinking about our next meeting on Thursday. Myriad images kept creeping into my waking thoughts — her exotic eyes, her soft breasts, her chocolate skin, her silky pussy. I had even discovered I still had her scent on my fingers the following day. The memory of her beautiful black body splayed out on the granite counter also kept creeping into my mind.

We had kept our communication between meetings to a minimum up to now and this week was no exception. Aside from a short e-mail confirming our Thursday rendezvous, I had not heard from Anika. Anika’s husband, Aaron, was still out of town, so I was expecting this week’s meeting to be even more intense than our last. I had done some refinement to the design of their new loft, but I had a feeling we would not be reviewing drawings of their project at this next meeting.

On Thursday I once again taxied my way down to Tribeca and found myself standing outside her door. I knocked as usual and the door slowly opened. Soft music and a wonderful aroma wafted through the doorway. Although it was the middle of the day, I could see candlelight flickering beyond the threshold. I entered and standing behind the door smiling was Anika, looking more beautiful and radiant than I could imagine.

“Come in, Marcus. I’ve been waiting for you,” she said seductively.

She closed the door, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep soft kiss. She then took my hand and without another word began to lead me toward the back of the loft. I threw my briefcase and roll of drawings onto a chair figuring we might never get around to looking at them today.

I looked at her voluptuous profile and the blood began to roil in my veins. Her black skin shone softly in the light. Her hair was down and lay in long wavy rivulets well down past her shoulders. Her lips were ruby red and the whites of her eyes shown brightly against her mahogany skin.

She was wearing a slinky red silk robe that was pinched at her slim waist with a matching belt. The swell of her generous natural breasts lifted and separated the front of the robe, exposing the top of her chest and her glorious cleavage. The robe came halfway down her long slender thighs and her tall spiked heels only lengthened and accentuated her fabulous legs. I could see her ass swaying and swiveling against the clinging silk robe as she led me into her inner sanctum.

She looked at me with those huge dark eyes and smiled, melting away any inhibitions I might have harbored about desiring one of my best client’s beautiful wife. It certainly wasn’t bothering her, and it wasn’t going to bother me anymore either. I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.

“Did you miss me this week?” she asked with a smile.

“You know I did. And you?”

“Marcus, I’ve been looking forward to your visit all week. I have a few surprises for you,” she giggled.

“Really? Like what, for instance?”

“Oh, you’re just going to have to be a patient boy and you’ll find out soon enough.”

We reached her bedroom and she turned to face me. I had been in this room when we originally surveyed the loft. But now I was here under different pretenses and I was cognisant of our surroundings now in a new and different way than before. Her bedroom was very large with tall ceilings. Shades had been pulled down over the huge loft windows to darken the room. Scented candles were everywhere and the New Age music drifted in one ear and out the other, but created a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Off to the side French doors were open to the bathroom beyond. I could see the huge tub I had admired on a previous visit and saw that it was full and the water was swirling hotly and silently. Dozens of candles surrounded the tub.

“I want you to sit in this chair, Marcus.”

She directed me to a little sitting area in a corner of the bedroom next to a raging gas fireplace. There were two very comfortable lounge chairs with an ottoman between them. I sat down silently and watched her slink about the room. She moved like a cat and with a grace that could have only been learned during her years modeling. But today’s show was a very private one.

She walked into the bathroom for a minute. I watched her walk with her round ass undulating under her silk robe. As she returned I admired the front view, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly as they strained against the sheer fabric. I was in awe.

She walked over and stood on the other side of the ottoman, a few feet away. I gazed into her eyes as she looked at me with a very subtle smile and began to undo the belt of her robe. The robe fell open and I could see the long swath of black skin extending from her neck down between her breasts, past her smooth flat stomach and terminating at a red silk thong that hugged her mons. She reached up and removed the robe very slowly, her glorious breasts coming into view for the first time. She slid the robe down her long arms and let it fall at her feet on the thick carpet.

“My God, Anika. You’re a vision of beauty.”

She smiled as she stood before me and rubbed her hands over her body. She lightly caressed her nipples and I could see them harden and distend under her soft touch. Her beautiful manicure contrasted against the smooth skin of her gorgeous round breasts. She rubbed her stomach and stretched her palm down to cup the protruding mound of her pussy. The silk panties clung to every nuance of her labia and I could barely make out the crease between her lips. She gently stoked herself and pushed the silk into her crease.

“Marcus, I want you to unzip your trousers and pull out your cock.”

I was fully erect and my cock was straining the fabric of my pants as I sat slouched in the chair. I pulled down my zipper and reached in to free my erection. I leaned back in the chair and looked down at myself — very properly attired for a client meeting, tie still knotted tightly, except now my bulging cock was rising hard and tall through the opening in my trousers.

“That’s soooo nice,” Anika hissed as she gazed at my fully exposed length.

“Look what you do to me, Anika. I’ve been here five minutes and you already have me hard as a rock.”

“I’m so glad I excite you.”

She stared at my engorged cock as she swayed to the music. Then she sat down on the ottoman directly in front of me, spread her legs and leaned back on her left elbow. Her right hand came forward and rubbed her silk clad pussy. She stared into my eyes as she pulled on the top of her thong to accentuate the puffy labia underneath. Then she slowly pulled it out and tucked it to the side and exposed her wonderful pussy. It was open like a black flower and glistened with her natural juices. She dipped her middle finger in then brought it to her mouth and sucked her finger while looking at me with a faint smile.

My cock twitched at the sight and she stifled a little giggle. She brought her legs together and up over her head as she slid the thong down her long sleek legs. I loved this view of her pussy from behind and underneath, bulbous and slick at the apex of her thighs. She dropped her legs down, scooted back onto the other lounge chair and put her heels on the ottoman, spreading her long lean legs wide and opening herself up fully to me.

Her pussy was fully shaved and the skin around it looked soft and smooth. Her labia were very large and engorged from her own excitement. The skin around her pussy was pliant and supple as she moved her fingers over her wetness. Her inner lips were even darker than her skin and shone with lubrication. As she rubbed herself she looked back and forth between my dick and my eyes.

She had her ass perched on the edge of her chair, her head slightly propped up against the back and her heeled feet planted firmly on the ottoman, her slender thighs spread wide. With both hands extended down to her pussy, her breasts were encased between her upper arms, compressing their suppleness into two large round orbs. As she continued to rub and finger herself, she rocked back and forth and her boobs bobbled this way and that, not part of the direct action between her legs, but enjoying the ride. It was an incredibly provocative sight.

“Stand up, Marcus,” she demanded.

I obeyed. She looked at my extended manhood protruding proudly from my trousers. “Mmmmm. Nice dick, baby. Take your clothes off. I need to see all of you,” she demanded. “Please?” she added sweetly.

I stood up and disrobed quickly and completely. My cock sprang forth with a stiff bounce; cantilevered at an upward angle from my groin.

“Oh Marcus. I love your big stiff cock. You need to come closer, sweetie.”

“More than happy to oblige.”

I slid across the ottoman and kneeled down between her legs, my face no more than eighteen inches from her glorious pussy. Her labia were puffy and distended from her arousal and the entire area between her legs glistened with her natural lubrication. She spread her lips for me so I could see the pearl of her dark chocolate clit. It stood out from under its hood and protruded forth between her fingers. A few drops of white milky cum were pooled at the bottom of her slit. She looked at me with lowered lids, then arched her back, pushing her mound forward, accentuating her exquisite pussy.

“Suck me, Marcus.”

I reached under to support her clenched ass with my hands, then leaned in, stuck out my tongue and licked the white liquid at the base of her labia. I slowly licked my way up her pussy lips, sliding my tongue between her inner and outer lips. I licked up and over the top, avoiding her clit, then slid my tongue all the way down and licked her anus. She bucked her bottom and arched her back to lift her crotch up to my mouth. She moaned and cooed her approval. I circled back up to the top of her soaking wet slit and gently sucked her clit into my mouth, circling my tongue around her bundle of nerves. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me in hard.

She began to grind her pussy full bore against my mouth and entire face. I slid the ring and middle finger of my right hand all the way into her wetness. I crooked my fingers forward and began to stroke the inside front wall of her vagina, caressing her G-spot. My left hand wanted to join the party, so I slid my left thumb into her anus, sliding it in easily with all the juices that had traveled south between her ass cheeks. Anika moaned and ground her pussy into my face.

“Oh Marcus. Yeah. Eat my pussy baby.”

The next few minutes were a cacophony of the senses: the visual of Anika arching her back and feeding her pussy to my hungry mouth, the aroma of her arousal smelling like an exotic garden, the sound of her erratic breathing and guttural moans coupled with the squishy wet sounds of intense cunnilingus, the taste of her tangy sex overwhelming my palette, and the slick lubricated feel of the innermost canals of her pussy. I was in heaven. And Anika was too, gauging from her reaction to my assault. I flicked my tongue madly and sucked on her clit as she ground her soaking wet pussy into my face.

Her breathing became more erratic as she bucked and gyrated her hips wildly. I could tell she was on the verge of coming, when all of a sudden her body became rigid, she stopped breathing and she was wracked with a spasm. Her right leg thrust out like she was kicking a field goal. Her muscles contracted around my fingers; the sphincter of her anus crushed my thumb like a vice. As her orgasm subsided she let her butt down onto the chair. Her pussy was still fully open and looked like a beautiful black orchid, in full bloom and wet with dew. Her pussy continued to spasm slightly and I just enjoyed the view as I watched her slowly regain her composure.

She didn’t say a thing, but her gaze spoke volumes. She leaned in for a kiss and tasted her own juices on my lips and my face. I was covered in her sex and I loved it. She finally stood up and hovered over me as I was still on my knees. I gave her pussy a few quick licks.

“Okay, Marcus. Time for your next surprise. Come along.”

She reached down, took my hand and led me toward the bathroom. This was no ordinary bathroom. It was tiled in tumbled limestone on every surface but the ceiling. It was huge, with tall ceilings, long mirrors and a huge whirlpool tub, which was whirring and spinning as we entered. Anika stopped in front of the mirror and I stepped up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, snuggled my erection against the cheeks of her luscious ass and looked at us in the mirror. The site of my white arms embracing this black goddess was a beautiful vision. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ears. She sighed and turned to face me, taking both my hands and leading me toward the tub.

“Why don’t you open that bottle of champagne and then get in the tub and make yourself comfortable. I need to tie up my hair.”

I retrieved a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon from the ice bucket, popped the cork and filled two crystal glasses that sat tub side. I then nestled into the tub, the hot water churning around me. I settled my head against the headrest at one end, took a deep sigh and watched Anika prepare herself. I couldn’t believe that this lithe busty beauty would be joining me in a few moments. She tied her hair up on top of her head, turned toward the tub and came walking toward me, her breasts bouncing and swaying with her stride. She climbed into the tub and nestled up between my legs, grabbing my cock as she settled in. “Mmmmm. Where is that big cock of yours hiding?” she grinned.

She looked into my eyes and began to rub me with long slow strokes. I just lay back and let her hands work their magic. Her hand circled down from my shaft to my balls and she began to knead them very softly. Then her hand began to probe my anus. I lifted my butt off the floor of the tub as she explored my ass. Her touch caused me to lift up further and my erection broke the surface of the water, looking like a periscope coming up for a look around.

Anika giggled. With one finger snug in my butt she began to stroke my cock up and down, looking at my huge erection with a big smile on her face. I was hard as granite and her touch was electrifying. She extracted her finger from my ass, put one hand under each butt cheek and lifted my hips up so my stiff cock was at face level. She began to lick my shaft in long slow strokes, lapping the sensitive bottom ridge and paying particular attention to the under side of the knob. The contrast of my veined white cock against her silky black skin was intensely erotic.

The edge of the tub was full of lotions and oils. She grabbed a bottle, poured a bit of lotion between her tits and rubbed it in. She grabbed my hovering cock and slipped it between her supple breasts. She used her two hands to squeeze them together while I began to rock up and down, my stiff, and now very lubricated, cock sliding sleekly between her pendulous breasts. With each upward stroke the head of my cock would emerge from between her chocolate brown globes. She began to bob down and pop the tip into her mouth, or lick it with her long tongue. Once or twice she took several inches between her soft red lips. The feeling was wonderful. She let go of her breasts and my cock sprang free again.

She pulled my hips back up out of the water and reengaged her mouth and my dick. Her full lips felt so soft on my hard cock. She slipped the head into her mouth and began to slide down the shaft, slowly sucking me and looking into my eyes while she did. She pulled off, turned her head sideways and wrapped her big lips around the underside of my shaft, holding my cock gently in her hand. She slid her mouth up and down, swirling her tongue on the sensitive ridge on the bottom. She gently kneaded my balls with her other hand. This girl had no doubt sucked a few cocks in her day.

“Oh, Anika. Don’t stop, baby.”

She kept up the lip and tongue swirl and then stopped abruptly and looked at me with a smile. She grabbed her glass of champagne, ostensibly to take a swig, but instead poured a little waterfall onto my cock. Then she opened her mouth and licked the champagne from my dick.

“Damn, Anika. That feels soooo fucking good.”

“Glad you like it, babe. I love your cock.”

She started to suck me with long slurpy strokes, going a little deeper each time. Then she’d duck underneath to slather my balls with the tip of her tongue, gently taking a ball into her mouth and letting it slowly ease out. Back to the shaft where she began to suck in long deep strokes. I supported myself now, back against the tub, feet on the tub, my pelvis raised high above the water, Anika on her knees between my thighs. She used both her hands to stroke and fondle while she sucked with abandon. Her soft lips never let her teeth anywhere near my sensitive glans.

I felt the rush of impending orgasm and told her I was going to come. She sucked and stroked with an end in sight now and I screamed out her name as spurt after spurt of semen exploded deep into her throat. She gagged just slightly, but took every drop and continued to lick and suck my cock as my orgasm subsided.

“Oh, Anika baby. That was so good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s clean up because I have another surprise for you.”

This girl was too much. We caressed each other for the next ten minutes, lathering exotic soaps and oils on one another and admiring each other’s body. She lifted her pelvis above the water line so I could tenderly administer some oil. I fingered her gently and gazed at her smooth perfectly groomed pussy.

We slowly stood up, a little dizzy from the hot water, and stepped out of the tub. She had large soft cotton towels that we used to dry one another off. Even though I’d just blown a huge load into her mouth, I was still tumescent and she gingerly dried me off and gave my dick little kisses. I gently dried her breasts and incredible nipples. Her bountiful booty was a particular pleasure to caress.

“Ready for another surprise?” Anika asked.

She donned her silky robe and put on her heels. I remained buck naked, my dick bobbing around at half-mast.

“You are full of them this afternoon. Lead on.”

“Grab the champagne and follow me.”

I’d follow that beautiful body anywhere. I grabbed the Dom, the two glasses and followed her swaying ass across the bedroom. She reached a door off the bedroom, started to twist the door knob and turned to smile at me. On our tour of her loft she’d previously told me it was a utility room, so I had not looked in there. She smiled.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

She opened the door, we entered and she turned on the lights. The room was about 12′ by 16′ and in the middle running from floor to ceiling was a bright brass pole. It was ringed on the ceiling by a series of sparkling track lights. Along the long wall was a full length mirror. The pole sat on a round circle of wood flooring about eight feet across. The rest of the floor and walls were carpeted. Sitting on the wood floor next to the brass pole was a single wood chair with no arms.

Anika walked over to a cabinet and turned on a sound system. A pounding bass filled the room and I smiled at her.

“I had this installed three months ago. A good friend of mine works in a strip club and has been teaching me some moves.” She looked at me quizzically. “I thought you might like it.”

“Well I guess I’m going to have see some of these so-called moves before I render an opinion on that one.”

Jim couldn’t last long at that pace. That ass squeezed tighter than a vice grip.

“A-a-a-a-h! Yah! Yah!” Rachel cried, cumming hard! She lunged at him, throwing her thick ass at his dick. Jim slammed his cock deep into her asshole.

“Yeah!!! Fuck yeah! Take that bitch! All up in your ass!!!” he roared as his balls exploded, flooding her asshole full of creamy cumm.

Afterwards, Jim’s anger was almost gone. Rachel accused him of trying to destroy her holes. She would not let him fuck anymore, but she sucked him, licked his balls and ass and took his cumm in her mouth. She was feeling good as she finally dozed in his arms and he was feeling good too. He decided that he would get Emmi’s white ass, on his own damn good time.

Book 3: More black dick for white folk

Chapter 1: The desperate white wife.

Jim was woken up early every morning by his Uncle Abe. The old boy got up at six and always woke Jim up at quarter past. Jim would grab a quick breakfast, check the day’s duties on the computer, load up his truck and be on his way.

He turned up at Emmi Mansion at seven, went to the tools shed at the back and smoked a fat joint. He changed into his work clothes and then walked around the grounds. Keeping himself hidden in the bushes, he observed the house. It seemed like these people liked open curtains.

He saw Emmi sleeping in her bed, snoring aloud. Jim continued sneaking about. He located her husband Eddie’s study and peeked in through a chink in the curtain. To his surprise, he saw Connie, the Mexican maid, coming into Eddie’s study, dressed in a hot outfit.

He had never thought much of Connie. She always talked to him arrogantly, like she was something better. She was always dressed in drab, over sized, boring uniforms. However, Jim now beheld her looking real hot, like she was on a porno set. Eddie had recently purchased her a kinky nurse outfit. She had on a white cap with a red cross. The nurse’s dress was very short, barely covering her hips. The top buttons were open to reveal a tiny white bra, with a red cross on each cup. The tiny cups barely contained her tennis ball sized tits. She was wearing a tiny white thong, with a red cross over the gusset. Her legs were encased in white stockings and she had on a pair of high heeled glass shoes.

Connie gave Eddie, who was seated behind his desk, his cup of coffee. And then Jim saw her sit on her boss’ desk and offer him her pussy. Jim chuckled to himself as he watched the rich white man eat the Mexican maid’s pussy and ass like a starving man. Then he saw the maid finally suck the hubby’s small cock.

Jim laughed. No wonder Emmi was such a foul, snobby ho, her husband was so small the bitch must have been frustrated and shit. Jim decided he would have to remedy that.

Jim went to work in the garden. He was tending to some rose bushes when he heard foot steps behind him. He looked up to see Eddie. He was a tall big, muscular man, who was starting to grow fat. He was about 35 and had a handsome, smooth shaved face, blue eyes and blond hair. Eddie was now dressed for work, in a white shirt, tie, slacks and leather shoes. He had his hands in his pockets as he approached. He looked with a mixture of fascination and disapproval at the muscular black man, dressed in his tiny, cut off jeans shorts and muscle t-shirt, plus gum boots.

“Morning! We haven’t been introduced, who are you?”

“I am Jim. Morning sir.”

“Where is Abe?”

“Oh, he had an operation sir, and I am standing in for him.”

“Don’t you have money to buy decent clothes?”

“Its hot sir. One tends to sweat a lot in the sun.”

“Listen, I don’t want you parading around my wife like that. Get some decent clothes, all right?”

Eddie turned on his heel and left. Jim was pissed. Both these motherfuckers, the wife and the husband, were asking for trouble. And they would get it.

After he finished his day’s duties, Jim loaded up his truck. It was still early in the day hence he decided to drop by another customer’s house, and take care of some rose bushes that needed to be cut the next morning.

Jim arrived at the sprawling house in a suburb on the outskirts and hooted at the gate. The gate soon slid open and he rolled in his truck up in the driveway. As he climbed out of his truck, the midday sun beat hotly down on him.

The front door to the house opened and Mrs Wilson came out. Mrs Wilson was a 40 year old white woman. She was a housewife, whose two children aged 19 and 20 were both in college away from home. Her husband ran some company in town.

Mrs Wilson was a tall, buxom woman with strawberry blond hair. She had a jowly face, with small, blue-gray eyes and a sharp nose. She had a thin, severe mouth that was constantly sneering. She was wearing an emerald green bikini top, which struggled to contain her thick breasts. Her exposed belly was beginning to go round. A thin cloth was wrapped around her hips. Her face and skin were glistening with oil.

Her eyes looked bloodshot. And she wore an unfriendly expression on her face. She looked at Jim with open disapproval because of his skimpy outfit.

“Afternoon Mrs Wilson,” Jim greeted her warmly. “Sorry for disturbing you ma’am.”

“What the hell are you doing here? Ain’t you supposed to come in tomorrow”

“I finished my other job early and I would like to do my chores for tomorrow, if you don’t mind ma’am.”

“Well, all right then. But stay out of my way.”

She turned on her heel and returned into the house.

“Fucking cunt!” Jim said under his breath, even as his eyes gazed at her full, thick ass cheeks working under the cloth around her waist.

Mrs Wilson’s attitude was typical of the white people he worked for. Jim had realized that over here, blacks were not human beings, just servants, to be paid, ordered around, ignored and sometimes snapped at. He knew that for Emmi, Mrs Wilson and her kind, he was not a human being, and not a man.

As Jim went about his work, he saw her walk to her swimming pool. She was carrying a jar of ice. She cast him a baleful look as he snipped away at a rose bush. The pool was surrounded by a short wooden fence. Careful not to be caught, Jim watched the thick housewife remove her wrap. She was wearing tiny bikini panties that were swallowed up in her ass crack. She poured herself some alcohol and juice and laid herself down on her belly on a deck chair to sun herself. Jim gazed at her thick ass cheeks as if they were hot, tasty buns. Damn!!!

He noticed that Mrs Wilson seemed to be worked up about something. She kept refilling her glass and drinking. She picked up her phone and dialed, and then she was shouting angrily. Her voice carried over the garden to him. Out of curiosity, he listened.

“What the hell do you mean it is my fault, you fucking bastard. I sacrificed myself to raise your fucking kids and now you say I am a lazy cow. Fuck you Martin. Fuck you! Don’t you fucking dare hang up on me! Martin! Martin!!! Ass hole!!!”

Mrs Wilson started sobbing heavily. Jim felt no pity for the drunk wife. In fact, he smiled. She picked up her phone again and spoke in a loud, drunk, sorrowful voice. Jim listened, thinking she would be fighting with her husband again like some kind of soap opera.

“Hallo. Marge, this is Phylis. Oh, I feel like shit. Its fucking Martin. He is treating me like air. I feel so used by these three assholes. The kids are bastards, they do not even call me, yunno. Listen Marge, I need something to smoke. Do you have something? Fuck. Abe is ill and he sends this half naked gangster looking young nigger here… Fuck, I mean I don’t know him Marge. I cant just… Well, I suppose you are right. He is just a nigger after all. All right. I will ask him. No. Don’t worry, I will be all right. But Martin is gonna get it. I swear. Bye now.”

Jim nodded to himself. This white bitch was gonna get it.

Mrs Phylis Wilson called him. She was standing at the pool fence, which went up to her hips.

“Hey! Hey you! Come here!” she snapped.

Jim dropped his tools and walked over to her. They faced each other over the fence.

“What’s your name again?” Her eyes were red from tears, anger and alcohol.

“Jim, ma’am.”

“Listen Jim, this stays between us, all right?” He nodded. “Can you get me something to smoke. Something good. Abe usually brings me something, yunno. I will pay you for it…”

“Well, ma’am. I could bring you something tomorrow”

“You don’t understand. I need it now. Just stop whatever you are doing and go and get me something,” she said impatiently.

“The guy I get it from has to work all day. I mean, I have a little something. I was planning on smoking it after work, but we can share it, if you like.”

“Cant you just give it to me. I will pay you.” Obviously, she was reluctant to share a joint with a nigger.

“Its my last stuff. We can share it, if you don’t mind.” Jim said firmly. His eyes looked levelly into hers. “Its very good stuff ma’am.”

Without waiting for an answer, Jim walked to his truck and got the pack of cigarettes that contained his blunts. Phylis was still standing at the fence, looking nervously at the high fences that bordered the neighbors houses. She need not have worried, she was invisible from their sight. But what she was about to do was unheard of for a southern house wife in her town, smoking a joint with a nigger. Nigga what!

Jim vaulted over the fence energetically. The white woman backed off. She had wrapped the cloth around her curvy hips again.

Jim pulled up a deck chair next to hers and sat himself down. Phylis sat down nervously on the edge of her chair and faced him, gulping down her stiff gin and juice drink and avoiding looking at him. In silence, Jim fired up a fat blunt. He took three long, leisurely puffs, exhaling thick clouds of smoke. As she inhaled the pungent fumes, Phylis’ appetite for the weed was whetted. By the time Jim held the blunt out to her, she snatched it and puffed away greedily. She hogged the blunt and took many puffs before finally handing it to Jim. She was feeling light headed as she mixed herself another stiff drink.

“Where you from? You accent is not from here?” she asked him suddenly.

“New York ma’am.”

“What the hell are you doing here? In this boring little hole!”

“I needed to get away for a while ma’am. Besides, this place is full of beautiful southern women.” Jim looked pointedly at her thick breasts. Phylis snorted and took a deep sip from her glass. Then she simply reached for the blunt and took it out of his hand as if she owned it. Jim smiled as she puffed heavily. That was pure, kick ass weed in there. Phylis didn’t know what she was fucking with.

As the joint roached, Phylis felt numb. She was stoned immaculate. She raised the back of the deck chair and eased herself onto it, reclining at 45 degrees, pulling her legs onto it.

“You may go now,” she said to Jim.

“We can smoke a last one, if you don’t mind.”

Jim produced another blunt and fired it up. He puffed deeply. Then he handed it to her. Phylis’ eyes were getting all glassy and her severe mouth was relaxing. Jim caught her looking at his body. Her eyes were roving over the scarcely clad, muscular, dark young man, lingering.

Halfway through the blunt, Jim nodded at her glass of juice and Whiskey.

“Mind if I take a sip ma’am. This heat is killing.”

“Well, you would have to go to the house and get a glass. But you cant go in with them dusty boots.”

“Well, maybe I can just drink from your glass. After all, we are both putting our lips to your blunt.” Jim reached for her glass and drained it.

“You are cheeky, aren’t you? Just shows you didn’t grow up around here, or you would know your place,” Phylis sneered, and then she chuckled. “Boy, are you suicidal, walking around half naked, showing off those black muscles. In the past, you would have been hanged from a tree till your neck snapped.”

“Why? Just because I am a sexy, black motherfucker or what?” Jim teased.

Jim stood up and towered over her. Phylis seemed to cringe. Jim turned on his heel and walked to her clear pool. Phylis was watching him. He bent down and washed his hands and arms. The red dust caused a stain the clear pool.

“Boy don’t you know than to wash your hands at a tap or something…” Phylis sneered.

Jim walked back to her, picked up one of her towels and wiped his arms. Then he picked up her bottle of oil and poured some into his palm. Phylis exclaimed.

“What in hell are you doing?”

“I am going to oil your back and give you a little rub down…”

“Are you out of your damn mind. I am a married woman.”

“Its just a rub down.”

“Boy, you are my gardener, and you are a…”

“A Nigga. So? Nobody will ever know. And I think you need this Phylis…”

Firmly, Jim reclined her chair and rolled her onto her back. She didn’t seem to sure about the way things were going, but she was stoned and drunk. And a rub down seemed like such a good idea. He was right. She needed it.

Jim oiled her back and massaged it. Phylis was soon exhaling as his strong fingers kneaded and stroked her back muscles. They felt so good, they were strong, firm and yet so gentle. Phylis was surprised. She had never thought a nigger could bring her so much pleasure and have her purring like a cat. When her back and shoulders were glowing with good sensations, she felt Jim go down to her sturdy legs. He was oiling and wringing and draining and kneading them so well that she had to purr like a cat.

Then Phylis felt him tug at her wrap. Weakly, she reached and tried to stop him from taking it off.

“No! You cant! Stop it please…”

“No one will ever know Phylis…” Jim said firmly, yet gently. Then he pulled off her wrap. Phylis blushed profusely, knowing he could see her full thighs and thick ass. Ten years earlier, she had been slim with hardly an ounce of fat. But in the last years, fat deposits had been gathering around her hips, thighs and ass. Phylis felt fat.

Jim gazed down at her plumb, full thighs and dimpled ass cheeks. She had a gorgeous, thick bubble butt, and it was so alluring with its light tan.

“Gosh, you are beautiful, Phylis!”

“No, I am fat!” she wailed and tried to reach for her wrap.

“No. You have such a thick, bubbly ass. Just the way I like them.” His voice was all deep and husky now. Phylis felt thrilled. Though she wasn’t really sure if it was right for a black man to like her butt.

Her further thoughts were cut short as Jim squirted lotion onto her thighs. Then his oiled hands started sliding and slipping all over her thighs. He stroked and kneaded them and it was wonderful. As he massaged her inner thighs, Phylis began to feel a tingly excitement that sent tiny bubbles bursting all over her skin. She kept on purring and exhaling. However, as they neared her pussy, Phylis stiffened. She was about to tel him to stop.

Jim’s fingers gathered her panties and he pulled them into the deep valley between her cheeks like a thong.

“What are you doing?”

“I just wanted to give my hands better access. If you prefer, I can just take them off completely.”

“No! Leave them on. And you actually do not have to rub me there…”

Jim’s oiled hands slid onto her thick ass cheeks. They slid smoothly, in round circles that hypnotized her. The big hands dug deeply into her thick cheeks, squeezing and kneading her flesh like dough.

Phylis wonderful, warm sensations in her loins. She couldn’t believe a black man had her ass in his hands, and she was feeling so good about it. She felt the juices pour into her cunt. Jim’s big hands started running up and down her inner cheeks, sinking deeper and deeper into her crack. It felt so good that she had to gasp. Phylis was buoyed on an ocean of wonderful, prickly sensations. Her thick ass started rolling.

Then she felt Jim’s big hand slide deep into her crack. He cupped her thick, hairy cunt in his palm and his thumb slid snugly into her crack, pressing into her puckered hole. Then he was squeezing and teasing her. Phylis felt fire crackers popping in her cunt. A wave of carnal lust seized her. Before she registered what she was doing, she was pushing back at him, grinding her cunt into hand. Jim slid his digits under her panties and they met with her dripping, hot, soft gash. An electrical shock ripped through her cunt.

“No!” Phylis cried and jammed her legs together. “Oh No! Jim! Stop this at once!” she suddenly managed to moan, trying to push him away.

Jim pulled his digits out of her and raised his hand. His digits were shiny with her juices.

“Look how wet you are…” Phylis blushed as the insolent black man raised his fingers to his lips and licked up her juices with relish. “You taste good so good Phylis. Now, I know you want me to eat your pussy, right?”

“No!” she rasped! “Are you crazy? You are a nigger!”

“Of course, you do ma’am. Be honest. Don’t you want to grab my black nigger head and yank my face into your white cunt. Don’t you want to drown this nigger in your pussy juices. Make me lick up your precious white pussy until you cumm all over my black nigger face. And nobody in this town will ever know. You wanna fuck my black face, don’t you?”

Phylis exclaimed and went instantly red. She could not believe the rude language and the dirty, filthy things the black man was saying. Yet his words excited her so much. They made her shiver. She liked the idea. Her pussy was still itching from the brief touch of his fingers. She wanted to feed this handsome young nigger her pussy and drown him.

She stared at Jim as he lit another blunt and puffed away.

“I thought you said that was your last.”

“I made a mistake,” he laughed and eased her gently onto her back.

“I didn’t say I want to do it.”

“Of course you didn’t”

Jim eased her on her back. He stuck his blunt between her lips and pulled her bra off her chest exposing her big tits. Phylis raised herself up on her elbows and gazed in disbelief as his big hands closed over her big tits. He kneaded them and ran his thumbs over her thick, excited nipples.

“Shit! You are obviously not from around here boy! Cheeky little nigger!” she rasped.

Jim chuckled and dipped his dark, handsome face to her big, creamy white tits. He gorged himself on her soft tender flesh. Phylis remained stiff and watched his big, soft dark lips close over her big mounds, sucking, licking and slurping away greedily. It was as if he wanted to devour her. His face was shining with carnal, animal lust that nearly scared her. It was so long since her husband had displayed such a keen lust for her. She could not believe it, but the black youngster was making her feel desirable. And his mouth was making her blood boil.

She puffed on the blunt and pushed her chest at him. Jim snaked his tongue around a thick nipple. He sucked on it, chewed and nibbled it, sending sharp bolts of lightning straight to her excited clit. Phylis moaned softly and snaked an arm around his neck. She pulled his dark face deep into her tits. Jim’s big, oiled hand slid to her belly, stroking her gently, turning her on so much.

Phylis felt dizzy with lust as she felt his hand return to her cunt and cup it, squeeze it. It felt so good. She rolled her hips and pushed her cunt at him. Jim slid his hand into her tight bottoms and took her pussy in his palm. His middle finger slid into the wet crease of her pussy and she moaned sweetly. Suddenly, she pulled his face out of her tits,

“All right, listen Jim, I will let you eat my pussy, all right. But nothing more. I wont do shit for you.”

“Thanks ma’am. I am so glad if you will let me taste your delicious white pussy.”

Phylis felt powerful. She had this young nigger right where she wanted. He would do for her, but she would do shit for him.

“All right, take it off, nigger!” she sneered at him and puffed on the joint.