Chrissy Discovers Lust For Chocolate - Part V

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With DeMarcus now lying on his back, Chrissy had a full frontal view of his chiseled wide-receiver body -- the visible ab muscles, his solid thighs, and of course, his long, thick, half-hard black cock. The massage began innocently enough, but the 42-year-old soccer mom opened new doors when she suggested he flip over. This was NOT standard practice in the massage therapist world.

However, they were not at the spa, they were in the 19-year-old football player's dorm room. The tension had been slowly escalating ever since the day she first saw him with his shirt off while he was mowing their lawn. Todd had agreed to give the student-athlete some summer work, and now his wife of 15 years was mere inches from her first chocolate dick. She was fascinated.

She began massaging the front of this upper legs. DeMarcus realized how close those tiny white hands were to his dark stick. The thought made him harden even more. As she continued to work his athletic legs, he slowly enlarged to full length and girth -- his cock literally rising off his stomach as only the cock of a young man can. He could see Chrissy looking at it. Busted! Their eyes met, and he gave her a "it's okay, all up to you" look. With that non-verbal cue, the 5-foot-4, 100-pound mother of two boys placed both her hands on his massive shaft. She marveled at the girth. "You're so big," she shyly commented.

"Ya, looks like he like you," he responded, shooting her a sly smile. She continued to stroke his shaft with both hands; slowly and lustfully. Even with both her hands firmly attached to his dick, there was still plenty of cock outside her grasp. Without DeMarcus even saying a word, Chrissy leaned in and took him into her mouth -- the first time her lips ever met chocolate, either by kiss or blowjob. DeMarcus met her decision with an approving moan. "That's good, baby. Oh fuck ya!" This was new territory for her. She never struggled to get her mouth around a guy, but Dee was not the average guy.

Within a few minutes, Chrissy was working her way down his plump shaft - trying her best to get further down. DeMarcus looked down at her and soaked in the sight of this mature white cutie's lips stretched around his dick. He thought to himself, "If only her man could see what she doing now." Unlike the past few years where she reluctantly gave a blowjob to her husband, she now openly, eagerly wanted to please DeMarcus. His rock hard dick stuffed her mouth and she loved how it felt. Chrissy realized the skin contrast of his dark chocolate and her vanilla turned her on more than she had ever known before. She was losing control and Dee sensed it.

He got up off the massage table, and told her to get on her knees. She didn't object. He grabbed hold of his manhood and moved it to her mouth. "Suck it, bitch." The language took her by surprised, and intellectually she wanted to be offended. After all, she was all about men respecting females and the whole politically correct MeToo movement. DeMarcus didn't give a shit. This wasn't some sweater wearing, spineless white college liberal she was fucking with; it was a 6-4, 180-pound college wide receiver who still had plenty of bad boy in him.

"You gun make me say it again? Suck my nigga dick, bitch." Her mind wanted to be scandalized, but her increasingly wet pussy served as evidence it was turning her on. She took him once again in her waiting mouth. Occasionally DeMarcus would pull it out and smack her face repeatedly with his night stick. Then he'd shove it back in her mouth; forcing her beyond her normal receptivity. She'd gag again and again, tears emerging from her eyes. "It's too big. I can't take that much." At this point, DeMarcus didn't care what her objections were. "Shut the fuck up!" Part of Chrissy was scared, but part of her wanted to let loose and let him have his way.

"Stand up!" he ordered. She obeyed. "Take all your clothes off. She listened well. Piece by piece, off they came, including her pretty white panties. She stood totally naked in front of him, and she watched as his eyes scrolled up and down her MILF body, which was still toned. He loved her perky a-cups, flat stomach, and nicely trimmed pubic hair. "Turn around!" She did, revealing her tush. "Damn!" he reacted. For an early 40's woman, she had the ass of a 21 year old - still firm and without wrinkles.

The massage was over.

.... TO BE CONTINUED.