Rick Donahue - White Girl Reamed

I have been doing some things lately that I cannot even tell God, so I am deciding to write it down and email it to myself as I have this great need to put it down in black and white so that I can get it off my mind.

I am Sophia, and thirty five year old female who is still proud of my body even though I could stand to lose a few pounds here and there. I am certainly not getting any complaints from my hubby Charles who still finds me attractive and enjoys the extra weight I have on my ass as he has always been an ass man. The problem is that even though he still fond me attractive, he just did not really get my juices flowing anymore. So these days I just did a moan here and a groan there and then faked most of my orgasms as I had been doing for the last year or so.

Charles love hosting parties, and to be honest, it has grown on me as well, so I actually look forward to look forward to the fourth of July barbeque every year. I liked to eat so the good food, and of course, the generous amount of booze that was always there made it more than worth the hard work and cleaning up afterwards more than worth it. The parties usually start off with families but went late into the night when it was just couples enjoying the rest of the evening.

This last party took more of a toll on me than usual and I was nursing a drink and resting my sore feet inside the kitchen as Charles was moving from couple to couple being the consummate host as usual. I was accustomed to the partiers coming to and from the house to either use the bathroom or to get ice from the freezer, so I did not even turn around right away when I heard the screen door open and close behind whoever had come inside this time around. I finally turned around just as the person got closer to the kitchen and I realized it was Pete who was Charles’ boss at the law firm where they both worked. I knew him from those Christmas parties we attended at the office every year, but not very well outside of that scenario. I remembered that I did not see his girlfriend at the party but did not give it much thought until just now.

He complimented me on another well-planned party and asked if he could help me in any way to clean up the kitchen. I asked after his woman and he told me she had gone to babysit for her cousin that weekend as she had gone to a destination wedding in Jamaica.

I refused his offer to help me in the kitchen and he excused himself to go to the bathroom. As this was his second time to one of these parties, I did not need to show him where it was. Instead, I watched him as he walked away and realized for the first time just has darn tight his butt was in his slacks and how toned his muscles were, “and damn, did he always have those pecks?” she thought to herself. “Behave yourself Sophie” she told herself, “it’s just the liquor talking, that man is taken and you are so married it’s not even funny, plus he’s Pete’s boss, so put your tongue back in your head young lady.”

I remembered that I needed to turn the bed down in the master bedroom, as we both would be way too tired and wasted to do it when the party finally ended in another two hours or so. As I passed by the downstairs bathroom, I couldn’t help looking over and for some reason, Pete had not locked the door completely so I could actually see inside and what I saw made me want to push the door to go in to have a closer look as I could not believe what I was seeing. I guess it was true then huh? Not only was Pete a tall drink of water; over 6 feet tall, but yes, he did have big feet ad he was black, and damn it to hell, that dick I saw him shaking before putting it away was bigger than anything I could even imagine. I tried to imagine it fitting inside me and shuddered at the thought of how much fun I would have trying to fit that big, thick black cock inside my starving pussy.

He began stroking it almost absentmindedly as my head was telling me to go about my business and stop looking but I couldn’t have moved even if I tried to as my pussy was telling me something completely different and it was talking much more loudly and telling me something that I wanted to hear.

It was such a long time that I felt my own pussy juice running down my inner thigh that all I could think about was that cock deep inside my pussy. Our eyes met although I knew he sensed my presence from the moment I stopped at the door, and he beckoned me inside with his eyes. I moved as if in a trance with my eyes still glued to the most beautiful boner I have ever seen on a man.

My pussy wanted only one thing at that moment and I was powerless to do anything other than to walk on trembling feet right through that bathroom door, straight to that juicy-looking cock. I ignored the last ditch effort of my conscience telling me to turn around and run to my bedroom or better yet, run outside to my husband, but this was too much temptation for me to resist and the danger of my husband and all those other persons just right outside the door made me want to fuck him even more.

He walked me over to the edge of the bathtub and I realized for the first time that it was actually the perfect height for fucking and marveled at how he had figured that out so quickly and it excited me so much more to think that he could even think so fast with all that blood that it took to lift that huge cock. He had the perfect cock I thought as I stared at the veins straining through the ridges of his thick, hard cock.

All I could think about was this cock; nothing else mattered and it was as if the world stopped spinning and time was standing still and we were the only two people left in the entire universe. He smiled at me slyly and I felt wild and wanton and eager to please only him. I felt myself moving as if in slow motion as I wrapped my trembling hands around his throbbing member.

We both moaned as I closed my eyes to savor the feel of this cock inside the palm of my hands. I squeezed it gently at first and then got lost in the feel of it that I held onto it as if I was a drowning woman and that was my lifeline.

It was no longer enough for me to just caress that beautiful cock, I was salivating to feel it at the back of my throat, to rub it all over my face and breast as I pay it the homage it deserved. He stared at my now peaked boobs just before taking them from by bra, bringing them together and moving quickly from one nipple to the other in a motion that made me weak in my knees.

As much as I enjoyed having his hot, wet mouth on my breasts, and feel my pussy cream even more, I was too impatient to taste his cock that I pushed him off me and got on all fours in front of him. I licked my lips involuntarily as I moved my hand up and down his shaft, reveling in the feel of his pre-cum making his cock slippery and warm just the way I liked it. I paused to pay attention to his balls with my lips and tongue as he hung so low from the heavy weight they were carrying from the mere size of them and gently inserted my finger in his tight little ass as he squirmed as gasped in surprise and pleasure. He impatiently pulled my head from his balls and placed my willing lips over his cock. I removed his hand from my head as I wanted my own space and room to work his sweet cock my way. I placed my hand just on his cock and moved it up and down his shaft and my hot little mouth followed the same path and I licked and sucked him dry. I worked myself in a frenzy as he gyrated his hips and fucked my mouth.

I licked the sides of his cock before sliding it inside my eager mouth that swallowed him almost whole, deep-throating him and surprising myself at my ability to take all his almost nine inches inside the back of my throat without gagging

My hand free hand found its way inside my soaked pussy as I played with my now slippery, clit that was beating as if it had its own heartbeat as I licked his sweet rod, pushing my tongue inside that slit at its tip and enjoying the musky taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. He was staring at what was happening to his dick as if seeing me suck him off was as important as feeling the sensation of it.