"You be alright, then?" Sandra's husband said, moments before he kissed her goodbye and then, with what he needed for his business trip, one that meant being away the whole weekend from Friday through to Monday evening, made his way out of their apartment and got in his car.
Stood in the opening of the front door, his wife waved him off when he turned to take a look towards her and returned it with a smile and a quick wave. After that, and with his seat belt on and the engine running, he drove the two miles to the train station.
‘Good,' Sandra thought, as she closed the door behind her. With a minxy smile imprinted on her face, Sandra, who had almost 45 minutes to spare before she needed to head into town where she worked part-time, five days a week, at the local library, went to the window of her front room and pulled open the white slats of the blind.
Peering through them, she waited, anxiously, for the workmen to appear. "There you are," she thought aloud, her gaze concentrating on the big black muscular one among them while her fingers, those not buckling the white slats as she looked through the gap, went to her pussy, which was both horny and needy.
Sandra Fletcher's fixation on the three men had begun as recently as Tuesday. That was the day she returned from the library and noticed them working on the apartments opposite hers. Since then, both before and after work, Sandra found herself ogling the workmen, not helped by the fact that, because of the warm, sunny summer weather, they either had their shirts open or, in Marcus' case, removed. With the sun beating down, his ebony body glowed and his muscles rippled.
Working at the library brought with it the opportunity, not just to read erotic novels, but, since neither her husband or she had a computer let alone a laptop, access to numerous internet sites that had more racy stories on them; quite vicarious ones she noticed on the site she found herself returning to during her shortened lunch break. As a result, Sandra developed an interest in interracial stories, marvelling at how big some author's perpetuated their dicks to be.
Having never experienced a black man between her humid thighs, Sandra found herself wondering more and more about Marcus the more she gazed at him with his smooth skin, which, by the time she arrived home, was vaguely peppered with sweat.
"Emn, yes, take it off. That's it, emn, yes," the horny slut let out a moan, her fingers inside her moist thong as she thrummed her distended clit.
To give herself better access to her box, Sandra drew up her left leg and rested her shoe on the window sill, which caused her dress to slide up her shapely hips and thighs. With her black thong eagerly drawn to one side, Sandra imagined his big black length fucking her, as she jacked her already sticky wet fingers up inside her horny wet cunt and fucked herself off to a most pleasurable orgasm.
"Em, I wonder," Sandra thought aloud afterwards, still gazing out of the window as she straightened her thong and dress, only to, from the way their van had been parked that Friday morning, notice a phone number on the side.
Rushing off to get a pen and a piece of paper, she promptly returned and drew the white slats open. Sandra then wrote down the number, only to then wonder to herself, under what pretext she could invite just Marcus to pay her a visit. Everything was okay in the apartment while she had no idea as to what they had been hired to do. One thing, though, and with her husband absent until Monday evening, the horny slut had time on her hands. Time to find out if big black Marcus was, in fact, big!
Before she left for work, and feeling her thong chafe her, Sandra changed it for a shiny satin red one, which she lightly smoothed over her warm mound and then drew down the skirt of her dress. When she drove to where they were working, Sandra aimed a lascivious smile in Marcus' direction, even though he was making his way back into Mrs Grant's apartment having collected something that was needed from the van.
‘Later', she thought, having stopped, and then sped off.
"You look cheerful," Amy, the chief librarian, remarked, when she noticed the still etched smile on Sandra's face.
"Isn't David away for the weekend," she recalled, out loud.
Choosing to ignore Amy while not dumbing down how she felt, Sandra got on with putting away the shelves of returned books followed by the few DVD's and CD's that there were. As she did, the horny slut tried to come up with a reason for the workmen, Marcus, in particular, to pay her a visit.
Come lunchtime, still with no idea as how to get big black Marcus into her apartment, her clutches and between her warm sticky thighs, Sandra, as ever, began reading an erotic story. ‘This sounds interesting,' she remarked to herself. Not just because of the quite horny story but the scenario.
A married woman, one like Sandra, had a predilection for calling up tradesmen and the like on a pretext to get fucked by them; two at least in her case. In the story she was reading, and with interest and concentration, the slut had called about an alleged leak in the roof. Although not finding any, the banter and innuendos between the hussy and the workmen were both quite excellent and believable for a work of fiction.
By the time her break had ended, the story, what Sandra had read of it, was inspirational, enough that she had figured out a way, though nowhere near the scale of Cherie's, to have Marcus come over.
For the subsequent few hours that remained of her shift, Sandra had a cheery expression as she went about filling in for Amy while she had her lunch, even the library's varied customers returned her effervescent, bubbly smile as she served them; if only they knew why, though...!
When she drove into the copse, her mood changed. The van, along with the workmen and Marcus, had gone. Departed for the day and week. ‘Bugger,' she thought, only for her spirits to once more lift and rise when she caught site of Marcus leaving Mrs Grant's.
Stopping her Capri, Sandra released the seat belt and got out. She then made her way towards Marcus who was walking in her direction.
"Hi, there," she said, smiling pleasantly. He stopped and looked her over.
"I'm Mrs Fletcher, Sandra," she informed him.
"When will you be getting to number 33," the horny slut, confidently, asked him.
"Only my husband's away for the weekend and there's a problem with one of the sockets," she cooed, while avoiding batting her eyelids at him.
Marcus, who had some idea as to what Sandra was in need of, both from her notion, what she had said, and her demeanour, agreeably invited the woman to lead on and show him.
Following someway behind her, having she crossed the road, Sandra left the front door open for him and hastened into the front room, which shared with the kitchen. There, and in between the wall and the left side of the sofa, she aimed the point of her shoe at the electric socket, one that, thankfully, was off at the time.
‘Oh my! Probably a bit too hard,' she realised to herself, only to quickly step back away from the damage, and at a reasonable distance when she heard the front door close and shut.
"It's down here," she intoned, pointing, and followed him with her hazel eyes as he came closer. Although his body was covered by his shirt his sleeves were rolled up enough to display the bulging muscles of his upper arms. Something else Sandra noticed, having he removed his safety hat, he was bald, something that she found to be quite sexy among black men.
Only when Marcus was stood in front of the damaged wall socket, did he notice the shards of white plastic on the carpet while Sandra had withdrawn to the divider.
"That's been kicked," he exclaimed, his tone suggesting he knew when.
"Yeah, last night, before my husband had to go away on a long weekend business trip. We were, you know, fucking, quite wild as it happened and my shoe kicked against it," Sandra informed him, while, hopefully, intimating what a great fuck she was if he was that way inclined.
"He even did it to me while I was bent over and laid on here," she further appealed to the ebony skinned workman, indicating the work surface she was stood behind and out of his view. Sandra was that horny that she had her fingers inside her lightly stained red thong all the while stroking her pussy and clit as she enacted being fucked while bent over the work surface.
"Hey! Are you okay. Not having a fit," Marcus called out, knelt on the carpet as he examined the damage.
Sandra's attention to her horny wet pussy had brought her to the very edge of orgasm. When Marcus had just then turned towards her she was almost convulsing.
"What. Yeah, oh yeah. He was fucking me real hard with his dick. Sliding it in and out of my dripping wet pussy. Not as big as yours, mind, I don't doubt," she intoned, all four fingers up inside her wet cunt.
Although not knowing what to make of what he was hearing, Marcus stood up and made his way to the counter. When he was close enough, Mrs Fletcher stood up and turned with her back to the sink unit behind her. In doing so, and openly stroking herself, she had drawn up her left leg to give Marcus a better view.
Rather than draw her thong to one side and display her needy shaved pussy for him, Sandra gathered up the material, which formed into a tight narrow strip that followed along and parted the seam of her gash. She then tugged at it all the more before relaxing her grip and then doing it again.
"Hey, you're a married, lady," Marcus, doing his best to act professional, intoned, and from about a meter away.
"So!" exclaimed Mrs Fletcher, her right hand braced on the very counter she was looking to get fucked over and on by the black workman, only he seemed reluctant.
Just then, Sandra stood up. If Marcus thought she had given up he was taken by complete surprise when the horny milf moved closer and slapped her hand on his hard-on. Pleased at what she had discovered, Sandra smiled appreciatively at him as she squatted down; her knees splayed enough that her dress rode up yet again.
Marcus simply watched her as she slowly stroked his warm hard length through his jeans with her right hand and delved the other beneath her dress; her fingers working on her clit as those of the other stroked the workman's ebony shaft.
Eventually wanting to see what Marcus was packing, Sandra treated him to a horny performance as she sucked her sticky fingers. Mrs Fletcher, who had the whole weekend to herself, slowly undid Marcus' belt followed by the metal button, just the one, and then slowly slid down the metal zip, which made its usual rasping noise as she did.
As horny as she was, Sandra made sure not to catch the waistband of his pants when she folded back the sides of Marcus' jeans and then slowly drew them down to his knees. As she did, and with her face close to that which she desired, Mrs Fletcher felt its warmth emanate forth while barely making her cheeks become florid.
Having realigned both her vision and concentration, Sandra took some brief moments to simply stare at the form and outline of Marcus' offering, which, under such close appreciative scrutiny, no doubt not wanting to disappoint its admirer, it moved.
That seemed to break whatever spell Mrs Fletcher may have, otherwise, been under as she then moved her hands to either side of his CK pants and, having looped her thumbs inside, wasted no time in drawing them down; almost snatching them you could say.
"Gulp!" Sandra exclaimed, when his long thick black dick was revealed in all its statuesque glory. It may have bobbed about for a short while, but when his black sceptre had settled it looked to be quite ominous as it extended from his groin and with two equally big black cum filled balls drooped below a stout erection.
"Emn, you are big," she exuded, enthusedly, once more captivated by the spectacle of manliness stood before her while her mouth salivated in preparation to get her warm moist lips around his impressive girth and length.
"You like black dick, then," Marcus said.
His tone and demeanour had completely changed to that of some moments ago. No longer and far from dissuading the horny housewife, seemingly desperate for his cock and enough that she would, as he rightly suspected, damage an electric socket, Marcus clutched the root of his shaft in his right hand and placed the other behind Sandra's shoulder length hair.
Going along with his intentions, she felt the heat from his cock almost burn her face, in particular, that of her cheeks when she felt the bulging black flesh both touch and then wipe across each in turn and that of her lips and chin.
"No tongue, not yet," Marcus commanded her, as he brushed her lips with the shaft, reposing it one way and then the other so that his warm cock was horizontally parallel to her lips, which he pushed back. Agony enough it was, that Sandra had drawn her dress up even more, enough that he would, should he cast his brown eyes down, see Mrs Fletcher stroking her exposed clit as she imagined his black dick ploughing her wet furrow.
Eventually drawing her back with his hand on her forehead, Marcus teased the turgid crown of his black mamba along the line of Sandra's moist cherry red lips, which parted both welcomely and effortlessly when he drew her closer.
"That's it, suck it, show me how much you love black dick, slut," Marcus urged Mrs Fletcher, all the while holding her off and at the desired length and distance that she could get no more in her cock hungry mouth.
By that time, Sandra's fingers, all four, were fucking her wet cunt with moderate alacrity while those of the other stroked her distended clit. All the same, and even so, she was more than happy to play and go along with his teasing game.
"Huh, huh, huh," she gasped around the bulbous head as it rested just inside her mouth.
Sensing the horny slut was close to cumming, Marcus moved his hand to grasp a hank of Sandra's hair. At the precise moment that her body went into climatic reaction, he drew her forward to meet the thrust of his hips. That of his big black dick filling her mouth and grazing the rim of her throat seemed to add a further dimension to her orgasm. His action, and while he held her close, brought forth a further gasp, one that was immediately followed by that of her tongue swishing and flashing as it salivated around the warmth of Marcus's almost dormant shaft. The fine nodules sensed the veins pulse as blood coursed through them and around his body.
Still grasping her hair and Mrs Fletcher still fucking her cunt, only this time with all five clutched fingers going at her, Marcus began a slow back and forth momentum as he fucked her mouth. Even though he was quite thick, which he certainly was, Sandra relaxed her lips while continuing to lick Marcus' ebony fuck stick and occasionally murmur something pleasurable.
"Now your throat. I'm sure it's up to it," he intoned, moments before his hand released the entire length to her attention.
Wasting no time, she soon had her lips pressed against his groin and her tongue extended to lick his balls, all while his bulbous black glans throbbed inside her throat.
"Make yourself nice and wet. I'm going to fuck that juicy wet cunt of yours with my big black dick the same," he impressed upon her, and then proceeded to do just that to the horny slut's mouth and throat; slowly drawing her back and then vigorously slamming her onto his fast advancing cock.
"Gluh," she throatily responded each time, her fingers working equally as fast.
‘God, if he carries on, surely...!' Sandra wondered, fearing that he may very well cum before he actually fucked her.
Eventually slowing down, and as if emulating something he had seen in an erotic video, Marcus, once again grasping his cock only a lot firmer, had Sandra suck his dick for a few moments and then withdrew it - sideways. He did that a few times more and then, with his shaft coated in a film of Mrs Fletcher's saliva, tapped the head on one cheek and then the other. After two more such actions, he presented her with his balls to lick and suck while he stroked his firmed up cock.
What he was and had been doing aside, when Marcus had Sandra finally extend her tongue, it was to coat and cover it with the first of three ropes of his warm black creamy cum juice before splashing her face with the remainder.
The warmth and unexpected release, coupled with that of her third orgasm so far, caused Sandra's cheeks to flush moments before she was allowed to suck the dregs of his black man juice from within. As she did so, and noticing little change in his robust erection, Mrs Fletcher, under the strong grasp of Marcus's hand around her hair, which he had formed into a ponytail of sorts, was soon bobbing up and down his warm length, hungrily taking the bulging head in and out of her throat with abandoned zeal.
"Oh yeah, like that. Emn, you certainly like black dick," Marcus commended her performance. Quite clearly, he and the others had enjoyed similar pleasures from their female customers. None, though, as yet, had demonstrated the vigour and wanton abandonment as that which Mrs Fletcher was just then. So much so, that she was carrying his hand rather than he direct Sandra up and down his black sceptre.
Presently taking his man meat from her, Marcus, to her surprise, used the turgid crown to scoop up those blobs of his cum that had yet to dry and then fed them to Sandra, once more under his control.
"So, your husband, you said he fucked you over the unit, then," Marcus intoned, suggestively, and then had her undo and remove his shoes followed by that of his jeans and pants.
He then, having drawn her up afterwards, pulled her dress up until it gathered, tightly, around her waist. Immediately, his gaze went to that of her pussy when it came into view, in particular, the gusset of her red thong, which was quite dark from the stain of her cum juices.
Still grasping her hips, and quite firmly with it, the big black workman turned the woman around. Out of instinct, Sandra's hands slapped down on the work service as she was bent over. That was followed by another slap, several, in fact, as Marcus brought his hand down on each of her shapely white buttocks, which quickly displayed a reddish glow.
"Huh, huh, huh," she gasped afterwards, after he had ceased and then smoothed his hand over the hills of her rump.
"Let me see your hands, spread that lovely tight ass of yours for me," Marcus urged her; whereupon, and feeling a desire to far from resist, as if fully under a spell, his spell, the horny slut extended her hands back and soon had her beautifully clean asshole, her rosebud, exposed to him.
"Huh!" she gasped, not knowing what was next, but sure as hell it would be gratifyingly pleasurable.
"Hur ermn fuck! Yes, emn yes," Mrs Fletcher moaned her delight moments later. Not in response to that of him licking and then kissing the inflamed area of her mounds, no, it was what he had done next and was still doing that caused her to moan and murmur her pleasure. No sooner had his tongue moved onto her puckered anus than his fingers, either side of her thong began fucking her warm wet pussy. She was post orgasmic by then, her body able to cum from being fucked and, as it was, having her asshole rimmed so perfectly.
Wanting more of him, Sandra managed to shuffle her heels further apart. Moments later, and with her upper body flat on the work surface, her thighs quavered as a fourth climax rose up to the surface and crested over her body.
Even as she came down, Sandra felt the warmth of his blackness as it slid vertically along her exposed curple and then over the rim and back again.
‘God, is he going to take my ass, already,' she mused, only to wriggle her butt at him, almost as if she was appealing for Marcus to realign his proportion and ream her ass. He didn't, not for some while that is.
"You know, Mrs Grant likes it up her tight white ass as well," Marcus began.
Far from shocked at his revelation as he continued to tease her ass while stroking Sandra's clit, which even then was exposed and with her thong, back and front, drawn to the left side, she moaned, wanting to hear more.
"Yes, we all got into her. Ray on the bottom while John and I switched on her ass and mouth. She liked that. Cried out for us to fuck her, she did," Marcus continued his exploits.
"You think you could handle three cocks when it's your turn," Marcus said.
Just then, Mrs Fletcher's thoughts were full of her in amongst a tangle of four naked sweaty bodies. Big black Marcus ramming his thick black length up her tight little asshole relentlessly as she road and sucked the other two, every so often calling out: ‘Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, huh, huh, huh, fuck my mouth,' before it was once more filled with dick. That which had been in her backdoor.
"Yes, fuck me, ram your black cock..." and with that, she pushed back on him some more.
"Not yet, slut, I want to get at those lovely juicy tits of yours," Marcus crooned, moments before he helped her up at a 45 degree angle.
With Sandra exposing her ass all the more, one he was looking forward to cracking, he slid all four fingers, just the tips, of his left hand into her sodden cunt. Stood to the side as he was, Marcus brought hi right hand down on her nearside buttock, smartly.
"Fuck, yes," Sandra exclaimed, as the forward momentum and her response, recoiled her onto his fingers, her horny sex consuming them down to the bridge. She was still gasping when he realigned her body and did it again, this time her right buttock. When the third one connected she exploded in a most powerful orgasm.
If it weren't for his sturdy fingers, she may have collapsed onto the floor. As it was, and falling forward, Sandra remained, otherwise, upright as she undulated and gyrated her hips around the slender grouping of his fingers, which pleasurably massaged the inner folds of her warm and very wet cunt.
Shortly thereafter and without saying a word, Sandra found herself laid along the work surface, her body part inclined and with her hands braced behind her and her ass cheeks projected over the edge.
"Let's have these off," Marcus said, and in a trice, he had removed Sandra's thong from her hips and, with her legs pointing upwards and angled, slowly slid it along her legs and then off over her shoes.
Leaving her as she pleased, her pussy exposed while the prominent crown of her mound was covered in a sheen of her climatic juices, Marcus soon had the buttons of her dress undone and her naked body exposed to his admiration. No bra, he noticed, and then took each shapely tit in his warm big hands.
They certainly were that, Sandra observed, his hands contrasting with that of her white flesh. He had a hold of them in such a way that they pushed up, that caused the nipples to stand proud. Mrs Fletcher moaned and swooned when he licked first one of her tits and then the other. Her horny wet cunt was crying out to be filled while Marcus' trouser snake lay not far from it. She made do with what he was so pleasurably doing while her breathing became deep and low.
He had already grazed each stout nipple, whether intentionally or not, when he encircled her areola. When Marcus took the right one between his lips and began sucking, the effects shot down her body and resonated in her clit, which his fingers were quick to lock onto.
"Oh f—uck, hermn, yes. Fuck, fuck, FUCK," she cried out, and then climaxed.
With her hands still braced behind her, Sandra flexed her hips up, even though her convulsing pussy was empty. That did enough, all the same, and Marcus' fingers somehow slipped inside.
The horny slut fixed him with the most steely stare she could and then rode through a most powerful orgasm. ‘What would his cock feel like,' she wondered, afterwards, only for Marcus to keep it under further control for a good ten minutes and more longer.
Drawing her that bit closer, he then took her legs and parted them even further, more than when she was getting her ass teased all that while ago. Sandra then watched as he first drew back her fuck lips with his tongue and then, to her pleasured surprise, lowered his head and then blew on the exposed pink flesh of her raw cunt - just the once.
Releasing them for the present, Marcus then licked up the sheen of her juices from each mound, savouring the taste like it was his last meal. That brought Sandra's hand around, which she rested on his nape. From there, and as he teased the wet gash that her thong had been drawn between with his tongue, Sandra Fletcher combed her fingers across his shiny bald head, one that was as silky smooth as her pussy.
"Oh, fuck. Yes, more," Sandra urged, when, and with the fingers he had recently fucked her off with, he teased them against her asshole, which immediately yielded to their intrusion and intention; his other hand, the arm of which was wrapped around the anal slut's right thigh, stroking her firmed up clit as he ardently and skilfully licked and flicked his tongue along the crease of her pussy.
When Sandra came, which was in little time at all, she was as good as hovering above the counter, her hand at his nape urging his tongue to plunge and plunder her jewel box even though her pearl, the tip of her clit, was being meticulously tantalized by the controlled attention of Marcus' thumb.
"Eat me! Shove that hot pink tongue of yours, yes, yes, yes," she swooned, when it slipped inside.
When he lifted himself up, Marcus' lips and chin were covered in a glossy sheen of Sandra's climatic Juices. Upon noticing it, Sandra smiled her appreciation and hoped he had finished; for the time being, anyway. Instead, he dipped his head back and continued the same and more. Mrs Fletcher then gazed along the humid valley between her tits, the nipples taut and proud, down past her midriff and naval and further on where Marcus was busying himself.
Every so often, Sandra had appeared to purr, something that had possibly gone unnoticed among her other moans and murmurs. As Marcus licked her up from the bottom, it was both noticeable and melancholic, even when, after the third such lick, his tongue caught her exposed clit just right.
"Purr, yes, emn, purr, more," she crooned, as a slowly percolating climax bubbled and built inside her.
"So, your husband, you were saying," Marcus said, before taking another tantalizing suck and subsequently continuing, "he fucked you on here."
"Over it, as well, then the sofa," Sandra iterated, that being when she claimed the wall socket got broke.
"I think I can be a lot more adventurous than that," Marcus said, and that raised himself to full height, as if emerging from the depths of a pool, Sandra's, in fact.
In two shakes of a tail, he had pulled her forward and immersed his firm black length in her warm wet sex. Automatically, and wanting a strong hard fuck from him, Mrs Fletcher had wrapped her legs and thighs around his strong waist. Seeing that as an invitation, Marcus directed Sandra to place her arms over his shoulder. He then drew his hands underneath her buttocks and for the next ten minutes bounced her up and down his black length.
He was strong, damn strong, Sandra noticed when, holding around his neck with her left hand, she stole her free hand down and stroked her clit. As she did, her gaze fell on Marcus' black dick, only it wasn't fully so. Sure, the skin was black as ever, however, when his shaft reappeared from her warm wet pussy it was covered in a white trail of her juices.
‘God, had he made me cum that much! Apparently so,' Sandra realised, and, moments later, she was cumming again.
When he next went to return her to the work surface, Mrs Fletcher had him stop. She then somehow dismounted his turgid length and was soon squatting in front of him. To begin with, she cradled the hilt in both sets of fingers, holding him at a desired angle and then fluttering her tongue around the very tip of his ebony shaft, which she then trailed her tongue down, up and around, tasting every particle of herself on him before devouring the workman's expert tool.
Although gesturing for him to again gather her hair up, with her hands braced on his thighs she needed no encouragement as she thrashed her mouth and lips up and down the thick length of Marcus' shaft for some long minutes. In the end, it was he who had to draw her from him.
"Not over the work surface," she voiced her realisation, when, and still holding her hair, he marched Sandra back to the sofa. There, and before he positioned her, Marcus directed Mrs Fletcher to remove her dress, which she let fall to the floor.
Up on the sofa he had her bent. Not along it as expected, but with her knees close to the edge of the sofa and her hands braced on the backrest.
"Oh fuck," she cried out, when a hand dusted each cheek in order and just twice. That was followed by two more and from his turgid shaft, resulting in a whimper each time. After that, and with his hands high up on her naked ass the thumbs from each keeping him in, Marcus rocked his black cock along the line of her curple, teasing it as he did but never once touching the warm glowing head against her asshole, which, even before then, was crying out to be filled by him.
What amazed Sandra next was his control of the muscle between his thighs. Having slipped it from her, she felt him repose himself and then that of the head spring up to touch against her opening; her wet one.
Intrigued by it, Sandra remained still as Marcus moved his hands onto her lower thighs and began slowly smoothing them up along the tops and back again. On the third sweep, he drew his hands inwards. The change of tact caused a frisson of pleasure, which was accompanied by a low deep sigh, just as she sensed Marcus' warm breath against her right lobe.
With her eyes closed, waiting and wanting, more images of her being taken by Marcus and his friends filled Sandra's head. She sensed Marcus' hands move over her as he, in her thoughts, thrust his blackness deep into her asshole, savagely, and cried out like a wild animal each time. Soon he was moving. She sensed his fingers guiding him as he slid his shaft along the curve of her mound and crease. Then, when he withdrew it lower, the fingers veered it up and in, his warm firm thick length filling her up immediately and holding there.
All she could do was pant while Marcus stroked her pussy and clit and once more grabbed up her mane-like hair. A tug caused her spine to curve and her tits jut out all the more. She slammed down on him and her ass slapped his groin.
"Fuck me, fuck me, ram your black dick, oh yes, more, again, fuck me, Marcus," she urged, as his actions and assault to her system brought about yet another climax.
Gasping afterwards, Sandra had enough concentration and balance, considering, to reach back and grasp his cock, which she subsequently withdrew. With her other hand having joined it she trailed his cum-slick cockhead over her perineum just as she parted her ass cheeks.
"I've been dying to have your big black dick, emn, yes, in my tight white ass all day, all week, in fact," Mrs Fletcher told him, as she fed the crown inside, past her ring of resistance.
With both hands once more spreading her ass for him, Sandra rocked herself back and forth as she gradually, inch by pleasurable inch, took Marcus' black snake deep into her backdoor, only stopping when she felt his cum filled balls brush against her thighs.
"God, you're big, Marcus, so lovely and big, your black dick filling my white ass. Fuck me, Marcus, fuck my ass, lay waste to it," she urged, and, with the small of her back horizontal her spine once more inclined, she waited, almost holding her breath for the precise moment when, and there it was. A slow calculating withdrawal followed by a sharp and decisive thrust.
"Oh fuck, again, let me feel your big black balls against my clit," Sandra appealed to him, his hands making a much firmer grip, this time, before he plunged forward.
The low slap as they connected was accompanied by a louder one when Marcus' groin slapped against her buttocks, each and every time he filled her up with his length. With little need for her hands, she once more braced them against the backrest, her head soon jolting forward with each firm swing of his hips matched by that of her rocking back to meet his inward thrust and slaps.
"More, harder, huh, huh, make me cum, make me cum on your black dick, Marcus," Sandra urged him, and with that, Marcus grasped her shoulders and began banging his groin against her.
"Oh fuck, yes, more, don't stop, please, don't stop. Fuck my ass, huh, huh, fuck my ass, huh, huh, huh," Sandra cried out and gasped, as she felt her orgasm build and then waver on the edge like an unbearable tease. Moments later, it consumed her sending spirals of pleasure throughout her entire body.
Still glowing and spasming from the effects, she did nothing to hinder Marcus as he turned her around and propped her against the backrest. When her nose caught the pungent aroma of his black cock she flashed her eyes open and then watched as his ominous one-eyed snake ambled closer. Her lips parted and she welcomed him between them. Instinctively, her tongue darted forward and up to salivate around the shaft, one that, barely moments ago, had purposefully railed her ass.
Sandra accepted her taste on him, just as she accepted another mouth fuck from his firm black length. Yes, it was animal. Yes, her head was pushed back against the backrest as were her lips, and, yes, she welcomed it, even the occasional choking when the glans lingered in her throat.
Most of all, though, she welcomed his hot creamy cum when it splashed over her naked body. Something to wallow in over the weekend while her husband was away, is how Marcus saw it and Sandra regaled in it as rope after rope of black man spunk rained down on her, fountain-like. From the hair on her head all the way down to her fingers as she stroked her clit.
"When will you be able to service me? Soon I hope," she intoned, before having him kneel up on the sofa and then tenderly sucking his cock dry.
"A couple of weeks. I could have a word with Ray and John, see about some extra hours," Marcus smiled, appealingly.
"What about the box, you can fix it?" she said, her fingers smearing his warm cum over her body as she awaited the workman's reply.
Some time later, and with the broken wall socket replaced and the fragments hoovered up, it was late. Not wanting Marcus to feel she had, otherwise, used him, Mrs Fletcher invited him to stay for tea and tempted him with desert, which turned out to be her, leant over the work surface and being fed yet another profound helping of dark meat.
Now, who was it who said you can't have your cake and eat it.
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