Chrissy Discovers Lust For Chocolate - Part Vi

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Mere months ago, Chrissy first met DeMarcus. He was the 19-year-old black college athlete that her husband Todd hired to do summer work around the house. Never did Todd expect his wife of 20 years would drift into the world of interracial sex. Perhaps it was a matter of karma because of his racist heart.

She, of course, knew that about Todd, but he had a way of hiding it in mixed company. Chrissy didn't like that he was racist, and would occasionally challenge him, but he paid her little attention in that matter. So when Todd participated in the "Help a Jock" program, it was more to brag about having some star college athlete working for him; and specifically a black athlete. "Let him mow my lawn," turned into DeMarcus mowing his wife.

A planned massage session turned into much more. Not long after the massage began, the towel that covered DeMarcus fell to the floor and Chrissy entered into a foreign world. She marveled at the size of his manhood. Even in its limp state, it dwarfed Todd's erect size. The 40-something soccer mom didn't know they came this big, although she had heard things, just never face-to-face.

Chrissy soon found her mouth all over his chocolate bar; she could barely get her lips around his girth, and DeMarcus loved the look of this married white broad's mouth on it. Just a few minutes into her blowjob, he was rock hard. Sucking his massive dick made her aching pussy soaking wet. She was discovering new things about herself.

The massage session passed the point of no return. DeMarcus wasn't going to settle for head; he wanted inside that married pussy. He forcefully guided her bend over the massage table. He was impressed with her slim, toned, soccer mom body. If Chrissy had a physical highlight, it was an small shapely ass formed as a young female playing volleyball.

With her butt facing him, he took hold of his long fat dick and began slapping it off her milky behind. The hardness he lost quickly returned as his slapped his dark dong on her. "You ready for this, baby?" he said. Chrissy didn't say anything' What? You fucking deaf? You ready for this nigga dick?"

His forcefulness scared her and turned her on at the same time. "Tell me you want it." She offered a whisper. "I want it." He kept pushing. "What you want?" She knew she had to play along. "I want your dick." He persisted. "Say I want your nigga dick." Much to his surprised, she finally got honest. "I want that big nigga dick inside me."

Her last words stretched his already very hard cock to its limit. DeMarcus loved the race play talk, and it seemed Chrissy was getting over her shyness, but before he got rolling, he decided to jack her up a bit. He reached into a nearby gym back, and pulled out a small plastic bag of coke. He put a small amount on a mirror and positioned it into a long line. He rolled a dollar bill and then brought the glass in front of her as she was still bent over. "Snort this up, baby." Chrissy let it be known she didn't want to, but he firm response made things clear. "I ain't asking you anymore. Snort this."

Not since college did she do coke. She remembered how she behaved back then, and decided she needed to cut it out of her life. How did she behave back then? She often found herself doing things she'd never had done sober. She recalls the time she let three guys do her in a dorm floor washroom. Or the time she hung out with one of her professors who also did coke. She ended up wanting to fuck him. All of that old behavior served as proof she had an inner slut.

Chrissy took the dollar bill and snorted the entire line. He put down another line. "Again." She obeyed. "Good girl. Now you ready."

He softly placed his large black wide-receiver hand on her pretty white face and gently caressed it before changing it to a firm slap. Then another one. It turned her on more. He wasn't afraid to be who he was. She liked his masculinity. DeMarcus went back around the table and positioned himself behind her again. He took out Magnum XL and put it on. "Spread baby."

Chrissy readied herself, and when she felt him enter, she gasped. "Oh my God," she thought to herself. Not since giving birth did she have something that big inside her. DeMarcus, knowing she was older and had birthed two kids, thought to himself, "Damn, she gotta tight pussy." And he was only a few inches inside her. She felt so good. He slowly pushed more and more inside her. The coke helped relax her. She verbalized an "Oh fuck," as he stuck more of his black cock in her. "Ya, baby. Now you gettin' the real thing."

He continued to pick up the pace, and within a few minutes was flat out thug-fucking her. She got louder and naughtier. "You likin' that baby?" he said. "Uh huh!"

"Daddy givin' you what you been needin'?"

"Yes!"

"Yes who?"

Yes, daddy."

DeMarcus kept deep dickin' her to one orgasm after another. She'd never been fucked like that.

He grabbed her short her and jerked her head back. "You a nasty little slut, huh?" He'd add a slap of her ass on occasion. The intensity of the situation got to be too much for him and he came earlier than he'd prefer; the condom catching his hot load. She fell flat on the massage table.


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