Across town, a mile away from where she had dropped off her daughter and her boyfriend, Amarika pulled into Valley County College. On the campus, since it was Jabari day, the black students and faculty, similarly as Amarika were all displaying their proud heritage by dressing in African-styled garbs. The other students and faculty were, of course, showing their appreciation and admiration for the proud tradition by being either topless or bottomless which was customary.
Having parked in her reserved parking space, and before she had even stepped out of the car, Amarika could hear the soft thunder of African drums coming from the campus.
The sound came from a large oak tree in the middle of the campus park, where a band of black male students was pummeling away on the drums in front of a large crowd of onlookers. In front of them, a group of topless ebony girls along with one white girl were performing an African tribal dance, moving their bodies and their bouncy breasts to the beat of the drums.
Jilly Poole, a rather pudgy math major with glasses and big full breasts was currently the only Caucasian girl amongst the dancing girls. She had been pulled into the dance by her friend Amahle Kumalo, an exchange student from South Africa. To be pulled into the dance by a girl of African descent was also the customary way for other girls to join in the dance.
In the crowd, Jilly’s boyfriend Henry Madsen, who was also a math major and member of the AV (audio and video) club, held up his camera and captured the precious moment. Being pantless, his small erection was clear as day for everyone to see.
Wow, so beautiful… Henry zoomed in on Jilly. Where others may have seen some clumsy dancing on her part, Henry saw a girl who danced like a princess.
As he further zoomed in, his eyes drifted down onto her magnificently soft breasts and the way they bounced in such a mesmerizing manner, his mind was flooded with thoughts from the other day.
The other day in Henry’s dorm room, Marlon Wills had just drenched Jilly’s breasts with his thick cum load when she had asked Henry to slide his penis between her slimy tits. After Henry had done the proper thing and asked Marlon if it was okay, he had gotten up on Jilly. For the few seconds that he had lasted, sliding his penis between Jilly’s pillowy softness and through Marlon’s slippery cum, it had been such an amazing and tender moment. Though the moments afterward, when he got to lick Marlon’s and his own cum from Jilly’s tremendous breasts probably rivaled even that moment.
Over by the faculty parking, Amarika took a moment to enjoy the drums before she headed inside. There was just something about the drums that made her juices flow. Whilst there, her eyes fell upon the ever so handsome Amos Banks, the head coach of the college’s football team, whom she had been seeing for a couple of months.
What a man… Her nipples poked through her snug African dress when she thought of him. He was the kind of man that made a strong and confident woman like Amarika want to surrender and truly embrace her feminine side.
“Professor Jakande.” A familiar female voice came from the side.
Amarika turned and saw her ever so cheerful teacher assistant Katrin Jonsdóttir jog up onto the sidewalk waving hello. Her bare and pointy breasts skipped naturally as she did.
“Hey, Katrin.” Amarika had tried to get her Icelandic surname right more than once but had eventually ended up calling her by her first name, Katrin.
“Wow, Professor, that dress is beautiful.” Katrin admired her colleague and mentor’s outfit.
“Thank you.” Amarika smiled. She was more than a little taken by it as well. She had actually found herself staring at it in the mirror for quite a while after she had put it on earlier in the morning.
“I’ve never seen you in it before… May I?” Katrin held her hand slightly towards the dress, asking if she could feel the fabric.
“Sure… Yeah, I’ve never worn it before. I got it during my recent trip to Kenya. Thought I would wait for a special occasion like today’s Jabari celebration to wear it.” Amarika remembered the wonderful afternoon she had spent in Mrs. Jata Mirii’s tailor shop where she had gotten fitted for the dress. She especially remembered when Mrs. Mirii’s husband Matu and his brother Waitimu had walked in on them when she had been naked, having just tried on the dress. Her nipples had gotten so hard seeing the two handsome black men watch her naked body.
For a second, Amarika was back in the Mirii’s home, where she had her lips wrapped around the thickness of Matu’s black cock and Jata was sucking Waitimu’s equally as impressive cock. The same afternoon, Amarika remembered looking up and first seeing Matu’s attractive face and then Waitimu’s strong features as the two sexy brothers switched between bedding her and Jata. Even when she had her eyes closed to fully enjoy their intimacy, Amarika could tell the brothers apart. Whereas Matu was more slow and gentle, taking seconds to push his lengthy shaft to the depths of her pussy, not backing out until his sizable balls pushed against her labia, whilst at the same time kissing her with amazing passion. His brother Waitimu, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. Waitimu slammed his incredible cock into her with such gusto that each thrust made her cry out in pleasure. In the end, however, both men had made her and Jata orgasm multiple times.
“Wow, it’s so soft, must feel amazing to wear.” Katrin gently ran her finger along the side of Amarika’s dress.
“Though I see that I’m not the only one wearing something new.” Amarika had noticed the lovely necklace Katrin wore when she had come up to her, but Katrin’s interest in her dress had been the focus until now.
“Oh, yeah.” Katrin smiled and almost blushed a little when she ran her fingers over her white and pearl-colored necklace.
“It’s beautiful.” Amarika was quite mesmerized by the unique nature of the necklace. It was as if pearls had been mashed into a liquid shape and spread out to form very delightful patterns.
“Thank you.” Katrin absolutely loved her new necklace.
“I don’t know if you’ve met my boyfriend Jeremy…” Katrin took out her phone and scrolled through her pictures. Many of them showed Katrin in the company of handsome black men in various degrees of undress. Some were selfies she had taken, looking up at her phone whilst kissing a sexy black man, whilst others were of her pleasuring black men’s fat cocks.
Finally, she found a few pictures of her boyfriend.
“Here…” Katrin showed a close-up picture of herself and Jeremy smiling.
“No, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure.” Amarika looked at the young man in his mid-twenties with blue eyes and curly hair.
“Well, he’s quite a talented jeweler, his family owns a small jewelry store. And he’s actually designed and made the necklace for me.” Katrin smiled. Eager to tell the story of how he came up with the idea for the design.
“Oh, wow.” Amarika could certainly see herself wearing a similar necklace.
“What’s even more romantic is that he got the idea from our trip to Miami, where I met this really good-looking man, Maurice… I might even have a…” Katrin picked up her phone again.
“Yeah, here he is.” Katrin showed Amarika a joyful picture of herself, Jeremy, and Maurice. In the picture, Maurice had his arm around Katrin’s waist and she hers around his, whilst Jeremy stood slightly to the side.
“That’s an impressive-looking man.” Amarika nodded and admired the physique of the big and bulky black man that stood between Katrin and Jeremy. The clean-shaved man, both face and head dwarfed the two of them in both width and length.
“Oh, he was very impressive.” Katrin gently bit her lower lip when she recalled Maurice stretching her out with his heavy cock.
Amarika could clearly tell what her friend was imagining since her pointy nipples stood straight out.
“Well… anyway…” Katrin smiled when she came back to her story.
“Afterward, and I have to admit that I was a bit out of it at that time, I can’t even begin to count the orgasms…”
“Oh, I know that feeling,” Amarika said as both women beamed knowingly.
“Well, Jeremy showed me that he had taken some photos of me when I laid in bed, and I had so much delicious cum on my face and chest. I mean, I had an inkling when I saw the size of Maurice’s balls, but wow.” Katrin again tenderly bit down on her lower lip.
Without even thinking, Amarika ran the tip of her tongue between her soft lips when she listened to Katrin’s story, imagining herself in her friend’s spot, with all that amazing cum on her body.
“I kind of wished that he would have filled my mouth instead… though if he had…” Katrin once again ran her fingers across her necklace.
“I might not have gotten this lovely necklace.” Katrin smiled.
For a second Amarika didn’t follow, but it quickly dawned on her.
“You see, Jeremy modeled the necklace after the sperm Maurice shot on my chest. It’s kind of like I get to walk around with his cum on all the time.” Katrin absolutely shined with pride.
“Wow…” Amarika actually felt a bit envious. To walk around with something that showed off a black man’s load like that must have been so satisfying.
“I might have to have a chat with your boyfriend.” Amarika could definitely see purchasing a necklace from Katrin's boyfriend.
“Oh, I would be happy to ask him for you if you want. I know that he would just be immensely honored if he could design one for you as well Professor Jakande.” Katrin, excited for her boyfriend’s sake, asked her mentor.
“That would be nice, thank you, Katrin.” Amarika thought how nice it would be if maybe Amos could take a photograph of her after he had shot his big load on her, and she could have a necklace made from the photo.
“You know, with a romantic gift like that, I wouldn’t be surprised if your boyfriend might have some plans to give you something else, maybe something that goes on your finger.” Amarika looked over at her colleague as the two women began to walk towards the faculty entrance.
“Oh, you really… think?” Katrin glanced back at Professor Jakande with hope in her eyes, as an image of Jeremy getting down on his knees in front of her and asking her to marry her, popped into her mind.
“I don’t think a man gets, or in your case, makes something like that if he doesn’t have something like that in his mind.” Amarika was pretty sure of that.
“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it like that.” Katrin wondered if the day could get any better.
As the two women walked along the sidewalk to the masoned path to the entrance, a vintage Volkswagen beetle pulled up.
“Morning, Professor Jakande, Ms. Jonsdóttir, isn’t it a wonderful day.” There weren’t many people who were as upbeat as Professor Patricia Walsh. The chubby woman in her late thirties even gave Katrin a run for her money.
“Morning, Patricia, Morning Professor Walsh. It certainly is.” Amarika and Katrin looked over at the plump woman as she got out of her husband’s beetle. Being Jabari day, the English literature Professor was topless, which put her huge and floppy breasts on display. Breasts that hung down to her chunky belly.
Amarika and Katrin halted just next to the pathway up to the faculty and waited for Patricia whilst she said goodbye to her husband Trevor, who, unlike Patricia, was a rather skinny man.
“Have a nice day dear.” Patricia leaned into the car, her huge breasts hung down to the passenger seat as she did. She smiled when she glanced down at her husband’s small penis, which now had gone limp and was leaking cum onto his bare thigh.
To say that her husband loved her and her chunky body, especially her huge breasts would be an immense understatement, and since she had been topless all morning and on the drive over, Trevor’s penis had stood at attention for quite some time. So on the ride over, she had decided to reach over and give him a few strokes. It didn’t take many before he spurted his cute load all over her fingers.
“You too. I love you.” Trevor looked at the wonderful and loving woman he was madly in love with. Even after ten years of marriage he simply couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, and each day he would wake up with a smile on his face, feeling like the luckiest man alive.
Some days he felt even luckier, those days when he would wake up in the guestroom down the hall, knowing that his wife had spent the evening and night in bed with a handsome black man. On those occasions, he would get up earlier, in the hopes that he could make the two an appetizing breakfast in bed.
“Love you too.” Patricia saw her husband’s eyes drift down a bit, so she stayed leaned over for a few more seconds, so he could have an extra-long look at her naked breasts.
Having waved goodbye to her husband, she walked over to her colleagues and friends.
“Wow… what a dress.” Patricia commended Amarika on her splendid dress.
“My thoughts exactly.” Katrin chimed in as the three women headed indoors.
Inside, after having walked through a small hallway that led to several offices, including Amarika’s, they were greeted by another professor who informed Patricia that Chancellor Reginald Glover, the head of the College, wanted to see her.
“Well, I’ll catch up with you later.” Patricia waved and hurried off towards the Chancellor’s office, which was on the second floor.
“If she’s able to walk.” Amarika turned to Katrin. She had noticed the eagerness in Patricia’s steps, which in turn made the woman’s heavy breasts jiggle with each step.
“Hehe.” The two of them shared a hearty laugh.
Since there were no classes today, the faculty area was quite empty. Most were outside enjoying the festivities, though the women could see Bernard, a Sociology professor, and Walter, who taught economics, standing over by the television in the lounge. Both men, in their late forties, were pantless, with their meager penises hanging freely.
“I’m glad I brought half the papers home with me yesterday, only have a couple more to grade today.” Bernard looked at the television which was turned to the local news channel. The broadcast was from Mimosa Park where later today the annual Jabari celebration was going to be held.
“Isn’t your wife on the celebration committee?” Walter felt a small twitch between his legs when he watched the female reporter interviewing another woman from the park. Both of them were topless.
“Yes, Hazel’s in charge of the decorations. I think she’s over there right now.” Bernard was very proud of his wife, who worked on such an important celebration.
“Hey, isn’t that your wife?” Walter noticed a red-haired woman near the edge of the camera shot.
“Um.” Bernard leaned in and looked closer, and sure enough, he recognized Hazel. She was with a black man, and it definitely looked like they were making out.
“Yes, that’s Hazel.” Bernard felt his pulse start to rise, as did his penis. Though almost at the same time as he had seen her, she and the man she was with disappeared into one of the tents.
Walter, of course, felt a bit envious of his friend, whose wife was in the arms of a black man.
Aww… Naturally, Bernard was excited for his wife, who was obviously about to experience the pleasures of being with a black man, he had, however, hoped to have watched her on the television a tad longer.
Suddenly, the aria from Milten’s third opera started playing from Bernard’s sweater pocket. It was Hazel’s favorite piece from the opera, so it had become her ringtone. For a second, Bernard was surprised that his wife was calling him since he had just seen her go into the tent.
Seeing that it was a face call, Bernard held the phone in front of him and swiped to the right. The video call was quite jerky, not the image quality, but rather Hazel’s phone seemed to be moving around. And before Bernard had a chance to say hello, he heard a man’s deep voice.
“Let me hold it for you.” For a moment, Bernard saw the face of a good-looking black man. He had a thin, yet well-defined beard, and he appeared to be in his early forties.
“Oh, hehe, thank you.” Bernard recognized the joyful sound of his wife’s voice.
“There… we go.” The man said as the video flipped and Hazel came into focus.
Wow… Bernard saw his lovely wife looking up into the camera, smiling. Her tits were out and she was slowly stroking the man’s thick and lengthy black cock.
“Can he see me?” Hazel looked up at Samuel, who worked on the entertainment side of the celebration. He was the one who had managed to get Big Agwe to come and perform later in the evening.
Samuel could see Bernard in the small window at the top left of the screen. With how his mouth was partly open and the awe in his stare, Samuel was pretty sure that he could see his wife.
“Yeah, he can see you.”
“Hi, honey.” Hazel looked up at the phone, knowing that Bernard was watching her. At the same time, she leaned in and licked the tip of Samuel’s cock, feeling the delicious taste of his precum.
“Hello, dear.” Bernard could feel his heart pounding when he looked at the woman he loved. She looked absolutely breathtaking the way she stroked and licked that man’s huge black cock.
“Um, I’ll… my office.” Bernard awkwardly looked over at Walter, too aroused to even complete a full sentence.
Walter simply nodded. He knew exactly what he would want to be doing now if that had been his wife. Though having overheard the conversation on the phone and caught a glance of Bernard’s wife stroking that big black man, Walter’s penis had become fully erect as well. Within a moment his mind was filled with images of his own wife.
“Oh, Daphne.” When he closed his eyes, he saw his wife in bed with a handsome black man. And like she often did, Walter could see her glance over at him whilst she sucked his big cock. As precum dripped from the tip of his penis, Walter realized that he had actually moaned out her name out loud.
Embarrassed, he looked around. Maybe no one had heard him since most were outside. Though over in the hallway, he saw Professor Jakande and her teacher’s assistant Ms. Jonsdóttir gleefully looking in his direction. Instantly he could tell that they had heard him.
“Um, I have some… papers to grade.” Walter gave the two ladies an awkward nod and headed towards his office.
“Uh-huh.” Amarika and Katrin chuckled when Walter turned and they saw his meager erection jut up and down on his way to his office.
Over in Bernard’s office, the Sociology professor sat behind his desk intently watching his wife on the phone. He had leaned the phone up between the two framed photographs that he had of Hazel on his desk. The more recent of the photos was of the two of them, holding hands and looking lovingly at each other. The older of the photos was from their wedding night, where Hazel was practically naked, wearing only a lingerie garter belt and a wedding tiara, and she was standing between two big and very naked black men.
Bernard eagerly stroked his erection. He knew that he only had a few more strokes in him before he would come. He had read a few articles in Cuck Magazine on how to prolong his erection, and last longer. One of the ways was to simply let go of his penis, something he had tried a few times when his wife had been with a black man. And it had actually worked. He had been able to prolong his stiffness by almost ten seconds before he spurted his meager load without even touching himself.
But watching Hazel, who was now sucking the black man’s cock with such gusto, with spit dripping down from her lips and landing on her wonderful breasts, Bernard just couldn’t let go of his penis.
“Oh god Samuel, your big cock feels so good in my mouth.” Hazel looked up at the black man in a worshipping manner, before taking the tip of his cock back into her mouth.
“Ugh ughh ughhh!” A small spurt of cum shot out from Bernard’s penis and landed on the edge of his desk. Groaning, cum started to drip from the tip, landing on the floor under him.
Though focused on pleasuring Samuel, and of course, herself by sucking his amazing cock, Hazel found herself slowing down and smiling for a moment when she heard her husband groan. She knew that he had come. She kind of wished that she could have seen him, he had always had such a cute look on his face when he climaxes.
Sitting back in his chair, panting dreamfully. His eyes were still on the phone, watching his lovely wife. Bernard wanted to tell his wife that he loved her. He wanted to thank the black man for allowing him to watch. But he could see how into the man his wife was, and he could hear the black man grunting in the background, so he didn’t want to disturb the two of them.
So Bernard simply sat there, enjoying the face call.
A few offices over, Walter had pulled up a video on his computer of his wife in bed with a big black man. She was on her back, and the man had her legs straight up in the air, against his chest, and he was pounding her like that.
“Oh, Deborahhh.” Walter leaned over his desk, his face less than a foot from his monitor, and spurted his load onto the floor underneath his desk.
“Phew…” Walter sat back in his chair, breathing heavily. Once he had recovered a bit more, he was going to call his wife and tell her that he loved her.
On the second floor, outside the Chancellor’s office, Louise Wells looked out over her desk. Even at the age of fifty, her posture had remained flawless. Behind her desk, in her chair, her back was straight, her shoulders also straight yet relaxed, her chest was up and her feet were firmly planted on the floor.
Similar to her posture, her appearance could be described as dignified. Her dusky blonde hair was pulled back and tied in a knot behind her back so as not to interfere with her work. Her glasses spotless, her skirt, snug yet proper, and her silk blouse, had she worn one, would have been unbuttoned to show off a healthy amount of cleavage.
On her minimally decorated desk, next to her computer monitor, Louise had a family photograph of herself, her darling husband Roger, and their brilliant son Tobias. Next, to it, another cherished where she was on her knees between two tall and extremely good-looking black men. With one arm holding on to each of the men’s closest legs, she looked up at them longingly. Next, to the framed photographs she had two small African totems symbolizing the desire for the black man.
Glancing over at the second photograph, a hint of a smile almost found its way onto the otherwise so disciplined Louise. Looking at it, she also found herself thinking of her loving husband without whom she would have never experienced that amazing night in bed with those two handsome black men.
It had all happened a couple of years ago when she and Roger had celebrated their anniversary abroad. Louise had been sunbathing topless on the beach, only wearing a skimpy thong. When she had turned over onto her stomach, she had spotted the most attractive and dapper-looking black men she had ever seen. If her body hadn’t already been glistening from sweating in the sun, it would have been pretty obvious from the glints between her thighs that she was immensely aroused.
Being the attentive man that her husband was, he had, of course, noticed how taken she had been with the two men and had suggested that she go over and talk to them. With how immensely attractive she found them, Louise had told Roger that they were way out of her league. When her husband had heard that, he had gotten this dumbfounded, yet confident look on his face. Standing up, he had told her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and after a deep breath, he had marched over to the two black men.
Louise remembered how her heart pounded when her husband had walked over to them. How her heart had almost exploded when they had come over to her. How an orgasm overwhelmed her when one of them sat down next to her and ran his hand down her sweaty back until he reached her buttcheek. The next thing she remembered was laying on her back, sucking their throbbing black cocks, whilst they fondled her breasts and pussy.
“Ohhh!” Louise snapped out of her daydream when she heard a woman’s moan coming from Chancellor’s Glover’s office.
About fifteen minutes or so ago, the chancellor had sent for Professor Walsh, and now the lucky woman was in there with him. However, even with the lustful moaning radiating from the chancellor’s office, Louise collected herself and returned to her duties.
“Let’s see.” Louise picked up one of the last few documents she had to review before taking the papers in the important pile to chancellor Glover to sign.
“I’m comingggggg!” Louise heard Patricia call out from the other side of the wooden wall that separated hers and Glover’s office. The female orgasm was something that frequented the Chancellor’s office, and many a time it had been Louise who had expressed it, loudly.
Whilst the heavenly moans continued to escape from Glover’s office, Louise kept her focus on the documents. Though there were times when her hand almost made its way down to her thigh, and from there it would have been so easy to slowly pull her skirt up, and slide her fingers between her slit and rub her moist pussy. She was almost thankful that she didn’t wear a blouse, otherwise, her rock-hard and sensitive nipples would have nudged against the thin fabric and made her even more aroused.
This should be the last… The document she picked up was an extracurricular request form from a student, and when she read the student’s name her eyes widened a little.
oh… The student was her nineteen-year-old son Tobias, and he had requested to take André Green’s political science exam. Needless to say, it filled Louise’s heart with warmth and pride to see that her son wished to take André’s exam.
Still, when it came to a black student’s grades, she couldn’t play favorites and simply approve Tobias’s request. Louise had to go over her son’s past grades to make sure that he could at least achieve an A on André’s political science exam.
Though knowing how intelligent her son was, Louise expected his grades to be in his favor, and when she pulled them up, her intuition hadn’t been wrong. So far he had passed his courses with flying colors. A’s as far as the eye could see. The only course that didn’t have a top grade, was the mandatory Athletic’s course, in which he had scored a D. Something Louise had kind of expected since neither she nor her husband had been very athletic.
Luckily, athletic abilities were the one thing in a student’s file that didn’t impact their chances for approval when written exams were concerned. And with that, Louise was confident that her son would score well, and provide André with a top grade.
Before she proudly stamped the approval on her son’s request form, Louise glanced over André’s file to make sure that Tobias had gotten the right course number on the form.
Handsome… Louise saw André’s photograph and noted that he was a football player, a linebacker. She had never really been into sports, but she had heard the linebacker term from her husband, who was part of a fantasy football league. However, after checking that her son had filled in the course that André took, which he had, Louise realized that she recognized the black athlete.
Since Louise and Roger lived a mere mile from the College, their son Tobias had opted to stay at home during his college years to save up and get himself a proper apartment after his studies were done. A decision both welcomed and encouraged by Louise and her husband who were both quite financial-minded.
And that’s where she had seen André, in their home.
Louise recalled coming home one day and finding her son hard at work in the living room, writing a paper on the Great continent of Africa. On her way upstairs, she had caught her diligent son glancing up towards his upstairs room with a dreamy expression. Louise, had, of course, heard the heavenly moans of Tobias’s equally as brainy girlfriend Irene, and knew that she was up there with a young black man. The wondrous smile on her son’s face reminded her of his father’s. Roger had the same look when he watched her in bed with black men.
Upstairs, having left her studious son, Louise had passed his room on her way to her bedroom to get changed. Since the door was ajar, she had peeked inside. There she had caught a glimpse of the young black man who had been making Irene moan. It had been André. Irene had been on top of him, riding his thick black cock, whilst André enjoyed her petite breasts.
Afterward, Louise had found out that the paper her son had been working on had been for André, which had made her so proud of him. She could only imagine how much Tobias must have wanted to be up there in his room, enjoying the lovely sight of Irene being pleasured by André. Instead, he had worked on André’s paper.
Such a good young man he’s grown up to be… Louise felt more than satisfied that her son’s academic achievements were good enough for him to take André’s exam and give him an excellent grade.
So, with a proud nod, Louise gave her son’s request form a stamp and put it on the approved pile. Just as she did, a vigorous grunt rose out from Glover’s office, a grunt that made Louise turn her head toward its source. When a second groan flooded her office, Louise sighed. From between her thighs, a yearning irradiating through her body and filled her with lust. Having been on the receiving end of Reginald Glover’s climax so many times, even Louise’s professionalism couldn’t prevent her from instinctively reach up and pinch her aching nipple.
On the other side of the door labeled, Chancellor Reginald Glover, the voluptuous Patricia was bent over the robust black man’s desk. Her big belly and huge breasts resting on the oak finish. Behind her, with his pants around his ankles and his big gut hanging out from his unbuttoned white tailored dress shirt, Reginald held onto Patricia’s wide hips with a firm grip whilst slamming his fat girthy cock into her wet pussy.
“Uhh uhhh uh uh uhhh!” With each thrust against Patricia’s fleshy ass cheeks her buried his manhood deep inside of her. Sweating profusely, Reginald slowed down enough to wipe his brow, whilst still moving his hips, sliding in and out of her. He was so close to coming.
Almost in unison with Reginald’s grunts, Patricia exhaled orgasmic moans.
“Ohh ohhhh ohh oh oh ohhhhh!” She was in absolute heaven. She could barely keep her eyes open, and it was a miracle that she even heard Reginald’s voice calling out that he was close, and wanting her to get down on her knees.
“Uhhh!” Reginald gripped his cock hard to give himself a few more seconds as he pulled out from Patricia’s warm pussy.
Oh yesss… Exhausted, Patricia did her best to get up from the oak desk and lower herself down onto her knees in front of the sexy black man. She was so horny for his manly cum. Wherever he wanted to give it to her, she wanted it.
“Ahhh!” The second Reginald saw Patricia’s pretty face he let go of his cock, and with a jerk, an intense and heavy load of cum splashed across her face.
Yesss… The moment Patricia felt the warm and gooey semen she closed her eyes and held out her tongue.
“Ahh ahhh ahhh ahhh!” Each of Reginald’s jerks shot out a lofty rope of sperm, hitting Patricia, and running down her face, eventually dripping down onto her huge fleshy breasts.
Mmmm… Patricia positively loved it when black men came on her. She loved everything about it. The smell, the taste, the arousing sounds of a man climaxing. Everything just made her feel like such a woman.
“Ahh ahh!” With his climax slowly subsiding, Reginald laid his bulbous cockhead down onto Patricia’s soft and sperm-filled tongue. Whilst admiring her cum splashed face, a sight he had always enjoyed, semen oozed out of the tip of his resting cock into Patricia’s mouth.
“Mmmm…” Patricia savored the deliciousness that ran down her tongue and slowly filled her mouth. Looking up at the panting Reginald, she was filled with such a grateful feeling.
“That was amazing, Chancellor Glover, thank you.” She took the tip of his cock into her mouth after swallowing the tasty treat she had in her mouth.
“You were amazing Mrs. Walsh.” Reginald slowly moved his hips, easing his softening cock in and out between her lips.
Whilst enjoying his manhood in her mouth, a real sense of pride flowed through Patricia’s very being when she heard the Chancellor’s praise.
“Mhmm…” After the intense climax, Reginald enjoyed Patricia’s very tender blowjob. A bold contrast from before when she had sucked him to his then fully engorged erection. However, glancing up, he noticed the time, and almost as if on cue, he heard his secretary Louise on the intercom.
“I apologize for interrupting, Chancellor Glover, but you told me to remind you of your appearance at the celebrations.” Even though his schedule drew closer, Louise had waited a few minutes after she had heard Glover’s powerful finish to remind him. She wouldn’t dream of disturbing him during such a moment.
“Thank you, Louise.” Reginald exhaled and reluctantly slid his cock out from Patricia’s sweet lips. He certainly wouldn’t have minded going again, since he found the plumb woman kneeling in front of him extremely sexy.
A sigh left Patricia when she felt Glover’s cock leave her mouth, though she did manage to get one last splendid lick of its tip.
“Oh, I hope you’re not late because of me.” Patricia lightly panted whilst she looked up at the handsome man towering over her, hoping that it wouldn’t be the case.
“Not at all, Mrs. Walsh.” Reginald took in the sights of her curvaceous body as she got up on her feet. Her chunky tits hanging down to her belly made him shake his head in wonderful disbelief. Once again he regretted the timing of his scheduled appearance at the celebrations.
“I’m glad.” Patricia could have remained there for a lot longer. She had always felt so womanly on her knees in front of a black man.
“Well, I should let you get ready.” But alas, with a sigh, still enjoying the taste of delicious cum on her lips, she picked up her skirt and got up.
On her way out, Patricia passed the chancellor’s walled mirror, and there she noticed how wet her face and boobs still were from all the cum.
Mmm… Trevor would sure get a kick out of seeing me like this… She instantly wanted to snap a selfie and send it to her husband.
Whilst taking his shirt off, he needed to take a quick shower in his office’s attached bathroom, Reginald nodded in appreciation of Patricia’s thick behind as she walked toward the door.
“Well, if you need to go over any more… papers, let me know.” With a look of desire, Patricia smiled and sighed once more when she saw the handsome chancellor standing there completely naked.
“Oh, I think you can count on that.” Reginald gave her a knowing smile and sighed to himself when she left the office.
Continued in Chapter 4b...
