A Familiar Face (Wishes for my Wife - QOS)

Sarah found herself out  shopping again. She was excited but also frustrated. She was going to  fuck a black guy. Why had she been so upset about Tom saying it was okay. She assumed she had just been in a bad mood or  something. It was wonderful that he was prepared to let her do that. She  had clearly been overthinking things.

It had been somewhat stressful. The change had come from nowhere but  she had come to terms with the fact that only black men turned her on  now and oh boy, did they turn her on. She thought about the security  guard, her only real experience. She had been worried but she had cum so  many times remembering it. He wasn’t even good looking but he was black  and he had that big, thick cock that tasted so good.

She considered going back to that parking garage to see if he was  still there but she put a pin in that idea. She was eager but not so  eager that she couldn’t wait a little bit. “A couple of days, maybe,”  she said to herself. That was how long she could wait. Had she really  become such a slut that she couldn’t wait more than a couple of days to  have a guy she hardly knows fuck her in his grimy little office? Her  throbbing snatch told her that, yes, that’s who she was now and she was  going to embrace it and fuck the consequences. Tom had said it was okay and even if he didn’t, now she had decided to do  it, it wouldn’t matter what he thought. Still, it would be better if he  was okay with it. She’d rather he wasn’t upset even if she was  determined to be more selfish.

The shopping was part of what was frustrating her. She was looking at  all the clothes that normally she would have worn but all she could  think was, are black guys really going to know how down to fuck I am  dressed like this? She liked her slightly vampy look. She had  rediscovered it only recently and Tom loved it but then, she wasn’t trying to attract him anymore. The idea  of doing something just to turn him on was a little distasteful.

She was looking in a familiar shop window when a deep West Indian  voice said “If it isn’t the sexy lady again. Did ya’ come hanging around  town hoping to bump into old Jack?”

Sarah’s heart jumped  into her mouth as she turned and found the old black beggar leaning over  her. “Oh, hello again,” she said nervously. “I didn’t come looking for  you but…” She stopped herself before she said too much.

“But ya’ glad ya’ did, right?” He said with a grin. His teeth were  bright white despite his scruffy appearance. He smelled strongly of  cigarette smoke and alcohol. Sarah just smiled nervously back at him and tried to ignore how damn  attractive she found him. “I don’t suppose ya’ could ease mi’ burdens  with another small donation. Unless you’d rather keep mi’ company? I  find ya’ bewitchin’ like a siren calling mi’ to mi’ doom.”

His flattery and obvious come-on were almost too much to bear. She  had decided to sleep with a black man but was this really the sort of  man she wanted? Jack saw her indecision and smiled even wider. “I can  see mi’ charms are workin’. How about old Jack showing ya’ a good time?”

“Okay,” she said quietly.

“Forgive mi’ sexy lady. My hearin’ ain't so good.”

Sarah licked her lips  and took a shaky breath. “Why don’t you show me a good time?” she said  with a little more confidence as she leaned in closer to him.

Jack examined her expression for any signs that she might be joking.  Seeing none he burst out laughing and put his arm around her. “I still  got it,” he said as he began to lead her down the street. “How about we  go back to mine for a little peace and quiet?”

“Okay,” she said again as Jack turned her down a small alleyway. Her  mind was filled with him taking her roughly in some grimy corner of the  street and her pussy was flooding her underwear. Instead, she found  herself in a row of small run-down shops. He took her around the back of  a falafel takeaway and headed up a narrow metal staircase to a door. It  was the shiftiest thing Sarah had ever experienced and she was almost giddy with the excitement of it.

He opened the door and to the right was a kitchen through an open  doorway. He led her upstairs. “The bathroom is just there if ya’ need  it,” he informed her. She noticed that the other doors had numbers on  them and there was noise coming from a couple of them. Up another flight  of stairs, there were two more doors and one was clearly his as he  pulled out his key and unlocked it.

The room stank of cigarettes and weed. The double bed took up most of  the room. The bed was a mess of blankets. There was a kettle, a small  fridge and a sink in one corner and an old television on a table in  front of the bed. There was a small table and one dining chair which was  covered in clothes and a chest of drawers with stuff falling out of it.  “Welcome to mi’ humble home,” he said as he threw his jacket on the  chair. He turned to her and moved close. Sarah felt weak and desperately horny as he loomed over her. “How about ya’ tell me ya’ name?”

“Sarah.”

“Well, Sarah, how about ya’ give old Jack a kiss?” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

It had been like she had been waiting for permission. She pressed  herself to him and kissed him passionately. His breath smelled like the  room but she found it masculine and charming. This was how a man should  be, she thought to herself.

He grabbed her bottom and she thrilled to be touched sexually by this  man and there, pressed between them, a growing hardness, a large,  growing hardness. “Is that your cock I can feel?” she asked with wide  eyes. Jack just chuckled and put her hand on the lump in his trousers.  She gripped the hard rod of flesh and explored it with her hand. “Fuck,”  she said.

“Aye, why don’t ya’ take it out and give it a little kiss?”

With trembling fingers, she undid his belt and unfastened his  trousers. She stuck her hand in his underwear and pried out a cock as  big as any she had seen in her porn. The difference was, that this one  was real and right in front of her. She ran her hand over the length and  felt its weight. She gave a slightly hysterical laugh and looked up  with wild eyes into the satisfied face of Jack who looked very pleased  with himself.

She fell to her knees. The feelings that were running through her  were intense. A small, still rational part of her questioned why she  would ever want to suck this raggedy old black man’s cock. It was by far  drowned out by her lust. Even just holding his magnificent thing was  making her body tingle with pleasure. Her desire for this man was off  the charts. She longed to please him so she began to stroke his dick  like all the girls in the videos had. Her face was filled with awe as  she watched the dark meat moving under her hand. His strong masculine  scent was making her mind fuzzy. She had to taste him.

She slid as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. Her eyes  rolled back with pleasure. This was everything she had wanted. She began  to work her mouth on his cock with a fervour she had never felt before.  She had to satisfy this man. Her mouth was too full to properly  stimulate him so she took it out and began to work her tongue and lips  all over the shaft and head. “Ya’ love suckin' ma black dick?” Jack  asked.

She locked eyes with him. “I love it,” she said. “I love your black dick.”

“Ya’ not frightened? Lots of ladies go runnin’ when they see it.”

“They are missing out,” she said as she relished slurping on the head. “Are you going to fuck me with this thing?”

“Ya’ want me? Ya’ better ask me nicely or did ya’ daddy teach ya’ no manners.”

“Please, Jack. Please fuck me with this amazing dick,” she said between kissing his cock.

He beckoned her to stand up. She did and gave him a wicked smile  before he pulled her into a kiss and began pulling her top off. She  unhooked her bra and he smiled at her pale, pretty tits. She barely let  go of his cock. He groped her breasts and pulled on her nipples as they  kissed.

Jack stopped to take his top off. His body was definitely old but he was lean and toned. Sarah ran her hands over his chest. To her he was beautiful and she wanted to worship his body.

He backed her towards the bed and she fell onto the mess of sheets.  He lifted her feet and pulled off her heels before sliding his hands up  her immaculate legs and sliding them under her skirt to pull off her  black panties. He lifted them to his nose and took a deep smell. “You're  in heat ya’ dirty bitch.”

“Yes I am and it’s your fault.” she accused him with a fiercely  sexual look. Jack crawled on top of her. She couldn’t take her eyes off  his magnificent prick. She opened her legs as she made eye contact with  him. “Are you going to give me my first experience with a black cock?”

“Ya’ know it, sexy lady.”

He grabbed her hip with one hand and lined his cock up with the other. Sarah could feel it pressing against the opening to her pussy. She had got no  foreplay, she needed none. Her body was ready for him. Her mind turned  brilliant white as he slid his unreasonably large cock inside her. “Are  ya’ cummin’?” he asked. “I can feel ya’ tight little snatch squeezin’  ma’ dick.”

Sarah just nodded and  then cried out as he began to move. In only a few thrusts she had  experienced more pleasure from sex than she ever had before. This man  was like a god to her. “Ah, Jack, you feel incredible.” He responded  with more thrusts and she let out a bassy grunt as his cock went right  to the deepest part of her.

As jack began to fuck her at a decent pace, Sarah was in a world of pure bliss. She felt as excited as she ever had yet  at the same time she felt a sense of belonging. Laying there, filled  with an enormous black cock just seemed so right. It wasn’t that Jack  was Mr right but at that moment he was magnificent. She realised that if  she wanted to satisfy such a wonderful man she needed to make the  effort. She gripped him and began tilting her hips to meet his thrusts,  she worked her pelvic muscles to try and increase his stimulation and in  return increased her own.

She came again. He had already deposited one load inside her and now  she was on all fours being pounded from behind, his big hands gripping  her behind, his thumb tucked inside her anus. She felt his grip tighten,  he was going to cum again. Her orgasm matched his as she felt him flood  her womb with his thick load. She relished the feeling of his softening  cock inside her. She knew it was time to stop. She was sore and needed a  break but she clamped her pussy around it to help her remember the  feeling. Eventually, it softened enough to fall out of her and a mess of  cum followed it.

Jack played with her behind. He scooped up his cum and pressed it back into her. “Are ya’ usin’ any contraception?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill,” moaned Sarah.

“That’s a shame. I would have loved to see mi’ baby growin’ in you.”

“We’ve only just met,” giggled Sarah.

“That never stopped mi’ before. I got a lot of kids somewhere.”

They got a drink and lay on the bed. Sarah pressed herself close to Jack and draped her leg over his. “That was the best sex I ever had,” she said.

“I know it,” said Jack. “Ya got a thing for black men. Ya’ not the first but it has been a while.”

“I do. I don’t know what happened to me but all I can think about is black guys.”

“It’s witchcraft.”

“What?”

“A spell’s been put on ya’.”

“Do you think?”

“I know. Witch doctors cursed the white man for taking his lands. It  doesn't get all of ya’ but it is a mighty curse when it hits.”

“I’m cursed to love black men?” She pondered that for a moment. “I  suppose I’ll just have to live with it,” she said as she reached out and  started caressing his cock as it lay on his belly. “What can I do to  attract black guys?” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud but she did.

“I’ve given ya’ the taste and ya’ hungry for more?”

“Sorry, I was thinking out loud.”

Jack smacked her behind and squeezed it. “Don’t ya’ worry. This ass  is too fine for just old Jack. There are ways to tell mi’ brothas that  ya’ interested.”

“Really? What?” she asked as she more enthusiastically stroked his growing member.

“Have ya’ heard of the queen o’ spades?”

“The playing card?”

“Aye, that’s the lady. If ya wear the queen o’ spades, every brotha will know what ya’ wantin’.”

“What about clothes?”

“If ya’ going to be a slut. Dress like one.”

“Would you like me to dress like a slut?”

“I always liked mi’ women honest.”

Sarah smiled. “And I’m a slut.”

“Are ya’ all talk or are ya’ goin’ to get on that black cock?”

Sarah got up and swung  her leg over Jack. She grabbed his dick and guided it to her hungry  pussy. “I’m going to get on this beautiful, big, black cock,” She said  and eased herself down onto it. “Thank you, Jack. For being my fist.”

“First of many?”

“Oh god, I hope so.”