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or visit Black with a Podcast dot com. The last job of the day,
The last job of the day. I kept this at the forefront of
my mind as I walked up the sidewalk. All I had to do was
fix whatever technical issue they were having with their cable box, probably a user
error, and then I was free to go home to my bottle of Hennessy
and the newest episode of Holders. The front door opened, a brother and
slice and a button down, extending his hand to me, What up,
my man, Come on in, let me show you what's going on.
He led me to an extravagant living room, high ceilings and huge windows,
letting me in plenty of sunlight. He was clearly doing well for himself.
I've tried multiple hdmis, but this is where we're at. No picture.
Maybe it's a bad box and you just need to switch them out. I
went to the back of the TV to check out the HDM I myself and
try the ones I had on me. It's just gonna take long. I
gotta fight to catch I'm not sure. I need to do some troubleshooting and
double check that the box is the problem. If it is, I'm gonna
have to reprogram the new one. So this could take a while. He
heaved a breath, checked the Apple Watch on his wrist. All right,
you know what, My son is here. He began typing on his phone,
the woosh of a no message being sent. He'll be down in a
minute, in case you need anything. I gotta go. He grabbed the
Duffel bag off the kitchen counter. I was out the door now. All
I had to do was finish this as quickly as possible and be out of
here. Too. Turned out it was a bad box. I went ahead
to switch them out, programmed a new one, made sure all the recorded
programs transferred over, and I was ready to leave. The sun hadn't made
its way down in the hour. It took me to do everything, and
I needed to tell somebody that I was leaving. A few months back,
I came a man left without telling, an old dude who had fallen asleep
in a den when the front door never got locked and dude got robbed.
Our company denied liability, but made it a new policy to always inform somebody
in the house that we were leaving. I didn't want to go hunting anybody
down, though, so I called the number on the account, which I
assumed was a dad's, but they went straight to voicemail. Shit, it
would be the last job to take forever to fucking close. Upstairs, all
the doors were open and nobody was in any of the rooms. The last
door on the right of the hallway was cracked in lo and behold, somebody
was inside. My hand raised to knock, but I was stopped by what
I saw through the opening, a woman undressing. It is now time for
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Widow podcast dot com. The only other time I'd seen a woman undressing on
a JI is when a white lady forgot that I was there and left the
bathroom door open. That had been a traumatic experience, especially when she started
coming on to me. But if this brown skin, curly afro wearing,
shapely woman was to repeat that experience, she would have healed that woman.
I immediately looked a way though, reminded myself that I had sisters and a
mother and if a man ever peeped in on them, But god damn,
she reminded me of a friend my mom's had when I was fourteen. That
was when puberty hit me like a piano on a cartoon character's head, and
girls my age seizing to be on my radar, and my moms and Auntie's
friends became the center of my fantasies. Monica, my mom's friend would stick
like one of those teddy bears you want at the state affair. You could
hardly wrap your arms around her, extra meat on the bones for your appetite.
And when I tell you I had an appetite bigger than my six foot
two hundred pounds, hinted that believe me. I forced myself to knock on
the door cableman one minute she called back. When she opened the door,
she was in a silk black robe that did not help the perverted thoughts flowd
in my mind. Her nipples picking through the material. I hoped Reggie was
hearing the one this, she said. He left about an hour ago.
He said his son was up here. If I needed anything, she sighed,
oh, my our son. Our son is gone for the weekend.
Look, I'm sorry, okay, but I don't know anything about what's going
on. You're gonna have to call him. Everything is fixed. I was
just letting you know I was leaving. Oh well, okay, are you
his wife? Yes? Do I need to sign something? Nah? I
was just I was just being nosy. All the shows I recorded going,
Nah, they're on your new box. She wiped the visible sweat off her
forehead. I have so many episodes of Real Housewives on there, and I'd
be lost without them. That's an impressive collection. I think I saw the
very first episode on your box, she laughed. No, he didn't.
But you know they're on streaming services, right, You don't got to record
them. I know. I just prefer the oh skuway. Besides, why
pay for a streaming service and I'm already paying for cable, so I record
what I like and watch it over and over. Plus those streaming services always
taking shows out, and like I said, I be lost without my housewives.
She cleared her throat. Anyways, let me not keep you from your
work. Okay, this is actually my last job for today. Oh well,
that sounds like a conversation for me to just keep talking. I mean,
if you want to, just know, I charge by the hour.
She smiled back at me, and for a few seconds we stood there,
just smiling at one another, like smitting teenagers. You want some water or
something, she blurted out, awkwardly. I didn't know you were down there,
or else I would have been more hospitable. Water would be cool,
I responded, just as awkwardly. What the fuck was I doing? Though
I had plenty of water at home, not to mention that bottle of Hennessy
waiting for me. I followed her downstairs to the kitchen, that colossal ass
of hers, moving outrageously beneath that cloth, the cheeks nearly eating it all
up. She set a glass on the marble countertop and go with a fresh
bottle of water into it, handing it to me. Thank you, you're
welcome. I drank the water all the way down, feeling her watching me,
feeling too flushed to meet her eyes over the glass. I needed in
this gate plan before I did something stupid that might not only cost me my
job in livelihood, but also my jaw. How old are you, she
asked twenty nine? Why there was a be before she said, I'm just
wondering. She cleansed in my hand. Not married, Nope, not married
a girlfriend, No girlfriend either. She took my glass and put it in
the sink, giving me another glimpse of the ass. She turned back around
too soon. You're very handsome, she said. I'm hard to believe no
woman has snatched you up yet. They've tried. But what let me guess
you're not the settling downside. No, that's not that, I just haven't
found my type of woman yet. And what type of woman is that?
She had a woman with your body type and winning personality, decent credit,
her own place and the job, some type of income. The real reason
I was single was that I had a whole list of requirements that I asked
about and mentally checked off while I was talking to a woman. When they
missed a few, it was I could bye, baby, which meant lonely
nights and solo holidays for me. How long you've been married, she blew
out of breath. Oh, A very a long time, ten fifteen years
something like that. Are you happy. She looked around the kitchen, like
the answer was ritten on one of the cabinets or something. Happiness means something
different for everyone. Some people define it by money in the banks, some
people buy how many pain brands things its, some by how big their family
is. Well, I had to find about whether you have peace of mind
or not you got that. Silence settled around us as she considered my question.
She was thinking long and hard, like her marriage hung in the balance
of her answer. While she was talking to a minister or a therapist and
not just a cable man. I have peace of mind right now talking to
you. I appreciated her changing the subject. We had made the atmosphere to
cloudy too, coda in reality, either of us wanted to think about.
And what are you thinking about? She asked right on cue. My snickered.
It would be disrespectful to say, go ahead, be disrespectful. You
have permission, and the locked my fingers on the countertop, and look from
her white tonails and go anklets, to her thick thighs and big titties,
her plump lips and sultry eyes, the mane of her hair on her head.
I'm thinking about that road if you're wearing She smiled, her eyes gleaming.
What about it? Would you like to know where I got it so
you can go get you one? She had jokes, that's exactly what I'm
thinking. I doubted if it mean like if it's you though got the curags
for nothing? But her was a mountainous land here. I can see that
you must like your women on the bigger side, I do. Can you
handle how biggest sister that fuck around and find out? But again I was
aware of the reality of the situation. Her husband could turn around for any
reason. Maybe he forgot his wallet, maybe some files for work, maybe
it's de ordering. He could come home and find me knee deep in his
woman and feel some type of way about it. He looked like the type
to have a few guns around the house too. There was no mistake in
the flirtatious vibe in the air. Though. If we kept going on,
it was only a matter of time before we crossed the line where there was
less talking and more action. She must have seen that I was on the
fence about what was happening and wanted to push me onto one specific side,
because she stepped to me, closing the space between us. I could smell
the shade butter on her skin and the coconut oil in her hair. She
smelled good as hell. She looked good as hell, staring up at me
with those brown eyes that had seen more than I had, but looked at
me like she had never seen the man that she wanted more than me.
As we stared at one another, my breathing quickened, my heart pounded with
the strength it took not to grab her and give her more didic than she
could probably handle. But all the power was hers. She made the first
move, but nothing was going to happen. Her hesitance was as strong as
mind was the fact that she was married. I also had her in a
choke hold. We don't have to, I heard myself say. I don't
know why I said it, because I wanted to. I wanted too badly.
I guess I just didn't want her to feel obligated to go all the
way just because we were both feeling it, or just because she was mere
centimeters away from me. She could still step back if she was having second
thoughts, and there would be no hard feelings. I want to, she
said, but her eyes lowered from mine. I've never cheated on her mentioned
if him popped the bubble that we have been in, now the world was
back into ville. I wanted to step away from her, but I couldn't
put the space between us to save my life. The front door would have
to come crashing down, and he would have to be the one that rip
us apart. Like I said, it's all good. We ain't got to
but I want to. But you don't want to shoot on your husband.
But he doesn't want me, and he hasn't for years. No matter what
I wear, or how I do my hair, or how much weight I've
lost, he hardly looks at me. But here you are seeing me in
this raggedy ass road and I just took my hair down. I'm looking busted
as hell, but you're looking at me. My husband never has in our
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I cupped her face on my hands and I kissed her lips. All resistance
broke like a damn. Her hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling me as
close as two bodies could be. That rod was history. As I pulled
the tie loose and flung that motherfucker across the kitchen. I grabbed her ass
with both hands. I did, happy as hell to feel her softness against
it. I spun her around and bend her over the kitchen counter, Dropping
to my knees. I proceeded to eat her pussy until she was thrashing and
hardly able to stand. I still didn't stop working my mouth on her clip,
slapping that fat ass, using my hands to keep it spread so I
could have full license to her. Imagine my shock when she let out a
whimper and my face became drenched in warm liquid. Never had I ever been
with a squirter. The thrill of her squirting on my face was more than
I could handle. I needed to feel that because she asked pussy, I
was too anxious to take my pants off, buttoning them and slipping down with
my boxes until my dick popped out. I spread her ass again and washed
my dick disappear in her pink hole. She was tight in wetter than I
had ever been in I had to run that back. I pulled out,
intended on re entering her ever so slowly, but the way she whined and
made that ass clapped to entice me made me feel too perful. You want
this big dick. Don't you tell me you want this big dick. I
don't want that big dick. I slid it all the way in a gasp,
escaping her, her body tensing. Yeah, she wasn't used to having
this much dick in her. That warm liquid gushed on my dick, really
taking all my control away. It took every ounce of self control to pull
out again. She wined and made that ass clap for me. My glistening
dick jerked in response, begging to go back in her. I slapped her
ass. Chicks, give it to me. He gives me that big dick.
I understood her needs to be fucked, to be wrecked after not having
dicking so long, But I wanted to go slow and deep. I wanted
her to save her How good she felt in this very moment. Our body
slapped together as I said, the slow tempo, her ass moving like waves
in the ocean. The way she was squirting on my dick felt like we
were at sea. I'm go here, throwing it back with all the strength.
I couldn't take it. They had been a long time for me as
well, and she felt too fucking good. Yeah, I couldn't hold it.
I couldn't say it any longer, my head flowing back as I came.
My hips thresty for it, dick very completely in it. Shit.
I grow feeling like my soul had left my body. My knees were weak.
When I finally regained my sight, she turned around and kissed me deep,
her lips nearly sucked mine off my face. Don't call, she said,
Stay with me. It sounds like you want more, absolutely more of
you, and more of that. Actually I came. I got somebody waiting
on me at home. Her name is Hennessy. She went to the cabinet,
pulling out an unopened bottle of it. I'm yours, I said.
She grabbed some cups, still to know what it cost to BUYO. She
led the way to the living room. Shit, that, asked, was
all I needed to convince me to stay. She brought us some double shots
and grabbed the remote. Unsurprisingly, she turned on the latest episode of Real
Housewives, and you don't mind? Did she? Asked. Cuddling up next
to me, She grabbed the throw a blanket off the back of the couch
and covered us up with it. Nah, oh't mind, I said,
I threw my shot back the fire liquid warm on my insides. We weren't
five minutestil the new episode before she was riding a scrit on me again.
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