My butt is black owned property. My butt has gotten larger since I began
screwing around with black men. I cannot comprehend whether it's genetics or has something
to do with the regular bottled water I drink. My butt has always been
big since I was a teen, and it used to catch most young men's
eyes. I am proud to have them, but I know they have brought
me plenty envy and trouble up to my current age. My ashed cheeks are
light turned moons, perfectly curved and publicious, but with stretch marks around my
heaps in pelvic region. My husband once loved giving them a good smack now
and then, but that was during the early years of our marriage. He
doesn't do that any more, nor does he bother admiring my features. My
husband, Jeff, often chattered me that the best thing part of my body
was my booty and nothing else. He declared once during a drunken terray,
that I was no fun when it came to sex. The only funny got
was when he had to force me to give him a blow drop. Jeff
preferred jerking his pecker than giving me anything resembling good sex. What little sexual
activity I got from him was seldom worth the fun. I did complain,
but then he'd laugh and tell me to go screw a porn star instead.
With a gargante and bat of yours. It shouldn't be hard finding yourself as
stud, he chuckled while he slumped in his favorite chair and guzzled his beer.
I often wished he'd choke on his beer, but that wasn't happening.
And even if you find one, I got it at him in silence while
he rained insults at me. I'd have loved to tell him that he drunk
so much beer as pecker wasn't worth the trouble fucking, but I was afraid
of making unnecessary waves, so instead I suffered in silence while speculating about what
to do regarding my sexual dilemma. I'm in my mid thirties, and though
I wasn't thinking about getting a divorce, getting a divorce wasn't worth a headachere.
I was horny and needed to get my fuck on our risk regretting stuff
I ought to have done years back. Jeff wasn't serious about wanting me to
go out and fuck someone, but I doubt he would attempt to stop me
if I tried. Since he could not give me what I wanted, I
reckoned. It was only for that I took mattered into my own hands.
I have a black co worker at the County Municipal Building where I weren't named
Gerald. Here's such a nuisance, constantly parking about one to take me out
for a drink. A true ladies man and slick talker when it comes to
women. He has complimented my but numerous times, using words that made me
blush. I considered taking him up with hild apartment, but one of my
female co workers persuaded me not to bother. He says it to every other
woman here. Take it as a compliment and move on. She mentioned that
he had attempted shooting his shop with other females, though I had no idea
if he had succeeded. I was getting desperate with my situation and was willing
to go where I would never have trodden. It was almost lunch break when
I looked up from my cubicle and sair Gerald strolling by. I waved at
him to catch his attention. He gave me a wary look, like he
couldn't believe his luck. Since I'd often dismissed his presence. My heart was
trotting inside my chest as he approached my cubicle. A hy bobs, what's
up that it's funny ad? He looked at me startled as I switched off
my computer, grabbed my hand back and joined him. We had lunch and
then indulged in idle gossip chitchat to pass the time. I appreciated the time
spent with Gerald, as I saw a mature and sensible side to him.
I'll lend that he had been divorced for several months and was doing a part
time accounting program while he got back on his feet. I related to him
my marital trouble and how I couldn't help but despise my husband, regardless of
not wanting to leave him. He sympathized with me and told me to do
whatever I could to hold on to my marriage. I dun't have a car,
so I usually ride the Northound train to get home. This time I
asked Gerald if he wouldn't mind giving me a ride. He didn't hesitate to
say yes, and I could barely contain myself. I called Jeff and told
him I wouldn't be returning home early and for him to make dinner for himself.
Evening arrived and I waited for my friends and co workers to leave before
shutting down my computer. Gerald was downstairs waiting in a lobby. He walked
me to his car and even opened the door for me before coming around to
his side. Ah. He said it so casually, like he had read
my mind and knew what I wanted. My place ain't far as long as
you don't intend to get me drunk, He laughed, and then started his
car and drove off. We arrived at his apartment, and the drink was
furthest from my mind. When he shut the door and pulled me into his
arms. He grabbed my butt as we fondled and kissed with yearning passion.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulder while he maintained his grip on my behind.
I always wanted to give this ass of yours a good squeeze. I
was enraptured and double minded about my actions. I knew this action was wrong,
but I couldn't help myself. I wanted sex, No, I demanded
it. It cursed my clumsiness. While hurrying out of my clothes, my
hands stayed glued on Gerald still locked in a kissing battle with him, even
as we stumbled into his living room, eventually crumbling on his sofa. Gerald
was gruffed with the manner in which he attacked me. His hand slipped unceremoniously
under my skirt and began tugging at my panties, pulling them down my hips.
I lifted myself slightly to enable him to extract them from my thighs.
I ground at his crotch, consumed by his throbbing bulge. He retrieved his
hand to unzip his fly and fish his cock out of briefs. His cock
was as black as midnight, sinewy and ugly from the tip to the base.
I found myself licking my lips, humbled by the majestic side of it.
I felt a trimmer as I stroked his cock. The trimmer excited me
immensely. It translated to annawing sensation welling inside my gut down between my legs.
I recognized the sensation for what it was, except it was uncanny the
way earned inside my body. It had been near since I felt the sensation
towards wanting sex. Never had it been this strong one. I made love
to Jeff. I leaned towards Gerald and applied pressure by wrapping both hands around
his cock. He adjusted himself so that I knelt on the sofa and brought
my mouth to envelop his erection. Gerald lifted my skirt to expose my butt
and swack it. His hand. Slap sounded like firecrackers going off, making
me yelp from the sting. It also aroused me, compelling me to suck
his cock harder. He murmured compliments while grasping and caressing my butt cheeks.
Regarding my butt's eyes, declared caring that he couldn't wait to fuck it.
That time to drive. Gerald roughly pulled me off his cock and made me
discard the rest of my clothes while he got out of his I spread his
legs when he had finished, and pulled me over to mount him. Nothing
could have prepared me when his prick pierced my vulvar. The pain was sudden
and sharp. It felt like I had impaled myself on a sword. My
body trembled and my thighs shook as I adjusted myself on his cock. While
I moaned and yelp from the contact. Gerald locked his arms around me and
laughing like he thought I was having a great time. Suddenly I wanted to
stop. I tried pleading for him to stop so I could get off him
and head for home, but I couldn't. I inevitably surrendered to the sex.
I worked myself against him while grabbing hold of his shoulders. His cock
grew bigger and bigger the more he round into me. I underwent a squealing
frenzy amid my gasps. I wanted to scream larder, except it felt like
Gerald's cock was jamming my voice box. Gerald never loosened his grip on my
buttocks. My tits slapped against his face, and he opened his mouth and
attempted to suck each pair. I soon realized I had lost control of my
body. I couldn't stop my large but from wanting more of his cock,
bounding hard and swallowing him down to his palvis while my gasping breath exhaled my
lust and anguish. Gerald lifted me, turned around, and laid me on
the sofa. He propped my feet against his shoulders, and his face took
on a menacing grimace as he leaned over me and fought me harder. He
was grunting hard with exertion. Pools of sweat rolled off his chin and landed
on my face. I was consumed by the earth shattering orgasm. I was
having to care. I'm gonna on this fucking pussy. I lay on the
sofa, choking on my stutter cries. My pussy was screaming with lust.
They had no no love like this before. I felt Jerrold's cock further,
stretching my kunt. Gerrold pulled out at the last minute, jerked his cock
and ejaculated strings of semen on my damen. My feet felt weakened. My
body didn't feel like mine at all. I rubbed my finger over my body
and it came away with seamen, which I then brought to my lips.
Oh yummy. Gerald helped me up and led me to his bathroom to clean
up. I came out minutes later, feeling good about the day. Gerald
came and hugged me and caressed my buttocks. H yours, babe, Ah,
my butt is yours, my butt, my cunt, my tits.
I like that. Come on, Let's get you dressed so I can take
you back to your man. Do'ye do? I would have spent the night
if he wanted. We put on our clothes and left his apartment. Gerald
dropped me off near my house and I kissed him again before getting out of
his car and made for my front door. That night, I became another
man's property behind my husband's back. The end