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Black coffeeOne morning recently I was up before my hubby Jason who had pulled an all-nighter editing a hot new video we had just shot the night before. I was still feeling a little frisky from that shoot even though I’d been used every which way by a strong well hung military man (my contribution to the war effort). While hubby slept in I intended to make some coffee and perhaps sext with a hot BBC I’d met on Yahoo. But my morning plan was foiled by an empty coffee can. No caffeine buzz makes me a very cranky slut. My empty cupboard meant a trip to our local coffee house where the beans are roasted dark and the cinnamon buns are hot and sweetly frosted. So I climbed into a pair of jeans, grabbed my keys and headed off for a pound of dark roast.No surprise, the place was crowded with students and business folk and hipsters so I got in line to place my order. A woman in front of me was fumbling with something, and lost her balance which caused her to fall back against me, and I in turn fell back against the person behind me. But lucky for all of us, I appeared to have fallen into the arms of Superman, I mean this guy stopped us all like a brick wall. And I couldn’t help but notice that he smelled incredibly good doing it. He saved us from a nasty spill. I felt large capable hands steadying me back on my feet. Finally I was able to turn around to thank him for the save and found myself looking into the gorgeous eyes of an incredibly hot black man with a great set of washboard abs pressing tautly against a tight white T-shirt. It was lust at first sight! He was a poster boy for the ultimate BBC stud! He held out a large hand for me to shake and said, “Hey, I’m Ricky.”“I’m Jackie, ” I said, not wanting to let go, ever. “Thanks for the save.”“No problem. Do you come here often?” he asked, then seemed to blush, embarrassed by the all too common pick up line. I put my hand on his forearm as if to say, “Any words out of your mouth are just fine with me.” But what I said was, “It looks like I’ll be coming here a lot more frequently now.” Too forward? Ahhh, come on, I’m a total slut for BBC, and this guy was the creme-de-la-creme. I had already decided that he was my Everest and i just had to climb him.Ricky seemed just slightly taken aback by my straightforward approach. My next move was going to be to put my hand on his rock hard thigh and grab for dear life, but it was my turn at the counter and I had to try to remember why the hell I was in this bean joint in the first place…“I’ll take a pound of beans, please,” I said, “and a couple of those cinnamon buns, too.”The teen canlı bahis Goth at the register, male I believe but couldn’t swear to it (since he was wearing a black jersey knit skirt with knee highs and Doc Martens, black eyeliner and lipstick and his hair shoulder length in a messy bob. But his voice was so deep, all man, a dead give-away. “What roast…light, medium, dark?” he asked rather rudely.“Oh dark, as dark as you make it,” I said. “And a cup of coffee with an add shot if you please.”He took my money then moved on to black Superman behind me, God, did I want him behind me!Luckily he ordered a complicated drink, some kind of mocha macchiato latte thing with extra everything. I immediately fantasized dipping his dick into it and slurping off the whipped cream. Is that so wrong?So now we were both waiting again at the drink delivery station.“Do you live around here?” he asked.“Not far. Wanna drink these delightful coffees at my house?”I swear, I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his gorgeous face and bounce around the hardwood floors like a cartoon character.“I know I’m a bit forward…but”“No!” he said, cutting me off. “I mean, yes, you are, but I like that in a woman. Takes the pressure off, you know?”“Well then, allow me to be totally candid.” I whispered in his ear “Would you like to come over to my place and fuck me?”“What was your name?” Ricky asked, picking up his coffee.“Jackie.”“Jackie, I would absolutely love to follow you to your house and fuck you. I’m supposed to be in class this morning but being in your bed sounds like a much better use of my time.”I picked up my bag of cinnamon buns and we headed out to the parking lot.“By the way, ” I added, “I’m married. My hubby is extremely understanding.”I got into my car and began scolding myself for not having ordered another cinnamon bun. I mean, I’m nothing if not a good hostess so I had to offer one to Ricky, but I was really looking forward to that sweet messy frosted confection! And that’s when it hit me, the part where he said he’d cut class to fuck me. I had a tiny pang of guilt. Was I coming between a college student and Chem 101? But the guilt quickly passed when I looked in my rearview and there was Ricky, body extraordinaire in a cute little red Japanese car following me home to my fuck pad. Maybe I was corrupting a co-ed but come on, if you don’t ask you don’t get to enjoy an exceptional specimen like Ricky.We sailed into my driveway and I unlocked the front door then motioned for Ricky to follow me inside. He grabbed my ass as he breezed past just as a little reminder of why he’d bahis siteleri come. I liked it. It was a firm grab, very promising. I was surprised to see that my husband Jason was up, positioned on the couch with his laptop, already hard at work. I said, “Jason, I’ve got coffee and a cinnamon bun.”“I see you brought home more than breakfast,” he said, eyeing Ricky over his glasses. I could see how it might come off a little intimidating.“Yes, I did. Jason, this is Ricky. He saved me from a nasty fall at the coffee shop.”“So let me guess. You invited him home so you could give him a nasty reward.”We all laughed, including Jason, which put an end to the tension.“Don’t sweat it, Ricky,” Jason said, “I enjoy watching my wife being pleasured by a young strapping stud such as yourself.”That seemed to be my cue. I set the cinnamon buns on the coffee table in front of Jason then dropped to my knees in front of Ricky. He was wearing a pair of nylon work out pants and I pulled them down revealing what I expected would be a bountiful package. I was not disappointed, but somewhat surprised. Ricky was wearing a tiny black thong and his hard black cock was already straining it to its limits. I marveled at his body for a few seconds then took hold of his dick and guided it inside my salivating mouth. It tasted as good as it looked, and believe me, it looked amazing. Hard as nails and beautifully ebony. Come to think of it, his entire body resembled a Greek statue. And it flashed through my mind that this was why the Greeks had believed that their Gods walked among the humans, because who wouldn’t want to fuck a body like this???After I’d become intimately acquainted with Ricky’s hard cock, wetting it down with my hot mouth juices, I led him into my bedroom where he proceeded to remove my jeans with no hesitation. We both had a little giggle over the fact that our thongs appeared to match. Next thing I knew mine had disappeared and Ricky had me on my back, my legs spread wide and he was making a meal out of my sopping wet pussy. Ricky looked up at me, stopped just long enough to say, “God, I love your pussy, it tastes like ripe summer peaches . I could just eat you all day long.”In minutes Ricky’s expert mouth had made me come twice. Each time as I came he made a “Mmmmm,” sound. He looked up at me from my cunt and said, “Gotta fuck you now while you’re good and wet. You ready for this big black cock, baby?”In answer to his query I layed back on the bed, spread my legs wide and watched him guide his dark meat to my pussy. He slid his cock slowly inside me and I exploded again, a güvenilir bahis cluster of orgasms like fireworks on the 4th of July, only so much better. Ricky slid slowly in and out, allowing me to feel every jolt to my body. Then he started pounding my pussy, showing no mercy for his new found white slut. He meant business. I could feel his cock growing harder yet, as if that were even possible! He turned me over and put me on top of him so I could ride him properly like the fine stud he was. His entire body was one hard muscle but it performed like a prima ballerina, such precision, such beauty. His hands grabbed my ass-cheeks and pulled me up and down over his throbbing dick. As controlled as Ricky was, I could tell he was becoming engorged with a hot load of jizz. I loved fucking Ricky but I couldn’t wait for him to shower me with his load. Watching a stud cum on me, or inside me, is the ultimate conclusion to a great fuck, and I found myself eager to coax that hot sticky load right out of him.“I’m gonna spread my black seed all over your nasty little white pussy. You ready to take it?”I nodded that I was.“What was that? I didn’t hear you, my fine slut. You ready for my cum?”“Yes! Oh God yes, I want it, now!”“Do you deserve my black seed? Are you worthy?”“What do I have to do to prove that I am?”“I’m gonna shoot a load for you, and then I want you to wear it all day long. You put your panties back on and you wear my cum all day. You understand?”It was an interesting request, one I’d never had before. I liked the idea. Wearing his cum all over my pussy all day long reminding me of what a slutty little whore I really am.“Okay,” I said.“Oh yeah, you gonna wear my seed all day long, just to prove you my white whore. Mine. You ready? Cause I’m gonna spray my seed on you, right now.”“Yes, yes, I want it now!” I said, I could not wait to be marked his personal whore.Ricky came hard, painting my white skin with his hot creamy load. It felt incredible, and I couldn’t help myself, I had to rub my fingers in it. But true to my word, I slid my panties on over his jizz and felt the wetness soak into my little black lacy thong. Ricky seemed pleased.Before Ricky left he shook Jason’s hand and said it had been a pleasure meeting us both. I apologized for making him miss his class that morning and he smiled. “No worries,” he said, “you were well worth it, Miss jackie.”I handed him my cinnamon bun as he walked out the door. Suddenly I’d lost my desire for it and I thought he could use a little sugar rush. Ricky seemed happy to accept my parting gift. I closed the door and turned to hubby. “Wow, now that’s what I call dark roast!”Hubby took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. “My turn,” was all he said.The thing I love best about being a HotWife is, you never know where the day will take you.

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