Rick Donahue - White Girl Reamed

He began fucking my mind even harder now; with his hands holding my head firmly in place and I could feel his hips gyrating as he tried to push his huge, warm, hard cock even deeper into my throat. I removed my hand from my clit so that I could hold onto his ass to help him to get even further in my throat as I moan from the sweet pleasure of it all. It just wasn’t possible for one man to be this sweet it was as if I couldn’t get enough of him. I could hear the slap-slapping of his balls on my chin and the “tut-tutting” of my mouth as his cock slammed in and out, in and out. I could feel my pussy beating to its own heartbeat and my hand traveled back there as if it had a mind of its own as I inserted my fingers deep inside my own pussy sending even more sensation over my already over-loaded senses and I shivered uncontrollably at the array of sound s and smells and tastes that were driving me closer and closer over the edge.

I couldn’t hold back any longer as a powerful orgasm racked my body, followed quickly by yet another as I felt him tense before unloading inside my mouth. I didn’t even knew that I enjoyed swallowing until right this moment so I sucked harder, hoping to get him to shoot some more of his cum juice in my throat so I could feel it sliding down my greedy throat.

He did not disappoint me as he squirted not once, but two more times as I hungrily drank as quickly as I could so that not even one drop was wasted. I feel him shiver as I squeezed every drop of cum form his sweet cock and felt victorious when I swallowed every last drop of the contents of his balls.

We both waited to come back from cloud nine and I as watched him put his now limp cock back inside his pants, I hurriedly fixed my bra and blouse as I again became aware of my surrounding and the danger of being caught by my husband. Thinking straight again for the first time in the last 15 minutes, I felt slightly anxious as I drank in one last look at the delicious specimen standing in front of me and asked shakily “this is just between us right?” He winked at me a said in his deep baritone “I wouldn’t have it any other way babe.”

Jackie was not like your average 25 year old white middle-class girl, so you would not expect to see her sliding from beneath a car all greasy and dirty with her nails all jacked up with a water pump in one hand and a wrench in the other; dressed to the “nines” in a navy blue overall that mechanics wore. Her mother was only now trying to accept the fact that her little blond “baby” was doing what she called dirty work in a down town mechanic shop working for a crazy old man as she referred to him all the time.

A long-time out of time customer drove up expecting to see the owner was taken aback to see Jackie and blurted out “what the heck is this is this joke? Shouldn’t you be somewhere doing your nails or something?’ Jackie looked him up and down insolently and replied “who the heck are you? Shouldn’t you be somewhere learning some manners?”

She couldn’t help but notice how tall this one was; another arrogant black man, about late thirties or early forties who thought she had no place doing what she was doing as she was not only young, she was a white female. “What do I care” he thought to herself, “I do a damn good job and I owe no one any explanations as my work always speak for itself anyway.”

After staring at her a little longer he eventually spoke in a deep raspy voice asking her “is James around? I am Jonathan and he is expecting me.” I shook my head no and then said “he left earlier but he will be back in about 30 to 45 minutes. That started the “twenty questions” games as he fired so many questions at me asking what I knew about cars, how long I worked with James, how I managed to get James to hire a little slip of a white girl to work on trucks etc, etc. I tried to sidestep the conversation and get back to work but he was persistent for a while and I did not want to be rude to one of James’ customers, so I engaged him for a moment before telling him I had to get back to work to meet a deadline.

I was uncomfortable, but only for a little while, as he watched me work, as my love for what I did kicked in and it was like he was not even there. He left and I breathed a sigh of relief thinking he went back to his car or to the front office to wait on James to return. However, to my surprise he came back less than 10 minutes later with a coca cola in each hand and a big smile on his face. I frowned, but again decided reluctantly be nice, so I stopped what I was doing, took the soda from his outstretched hand and sat down on the bench in the garage.

As we talked about whatever topics came up, and realized how sexy his thick lips were and I surprised myself as I have never thought of a black man as like that before; I just never thought I would be attracted to anyone outside my race but as my eyes traveled all over him, I thought that he was not hard to look at and those muscular arms and sexy smile was quite a turn on for me. I am not the most confident girl in the world, except when I am working on trucks, but there was just something about Jonathan that made me forget about what I was taught and what I have been dog for most of my 25 years; to stick to my own kind and especially to avoid black men. It was not as if this was the first black man she had been close to, but there was just something about this one that really made her want to jump on him for some reason. She wanted him, plain and simple, there was no deny that familiar feeling of her clit jumping and the cream pooling in her pussy. She was glad her boobs were covered under her overalls as he would have surely seen her twin peaks pushing through the thin material of her t-shirt.

I asked him if he would help me take the heavy tool box to the storeroom that was at the back of the shop and he lifted it all by himself with such ease, the only sign of any effort being exerted was those bulging muscles flexing as I followed him to the back of the garage. He placed the tool box on the floor and turned to leave but I held onto his bulging arm and he stopped to look at me strangely.

Before giving myself time to think about what I was doing I pulled him closed to me and started grinding on him and he immediately got hard. I smiled knowingly as I grinded harder on him and felt his cock responded to me. That gave me a powerful feeling and I forgot about being shy or that either my boss or a customer could show up anytime, as I heard him groaning in reaction to the hand I had placed on his hard-on. It excited me to know that I was being so brazen, so I undid his pants roughly and released his member from his pants and gasped loudly as I saw his size and felt his huge, hot cock in my palm. “Jesus” I thought. “I have never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life.” I was a little hesitant however as I have never seen a cock this big in my life, so many questions ran through my head at once; “could that big cock hold inside me, or would it tear me up?” my hesitation was short-lived however as I knew I was going to find out sooner than later since my pussy was telling me I definitely could.

Jonathan sensed my hesitation and he pulled off my overalls in a quick motion and then his hand was under my t-shirt and on my braless boobs in what seemed like less than a second. I moaned and squeezed his rock hard cock as he flung his head back and gyrated in my hand. My pussy was so wet and it got even wetter as he pushed his long tongue in my ears and then started kissing on my neck and boobs. I forgot how hot it got in the summer in that old, musty storeroom as I again looked at his 10 inch cock and marveled at how huge it was.

But this time I had no fear, I just wanted to conquer that hard, thick, long, black beast and have it buried to the hilt deep inside my hot, tight little pussy. I was going crazy with wanting this stranger to fuck me and I couldn’t wait even another second to feel him inside me so I begged him to “please fuck me now.”