As he neared the top, I turned and started toward my bedroom. "This way," I said, looking over my shoulder.

He followed me into the bedroom, and I said, "Close the door."

Once I heard the latch close, I turned and smiled at him, "How's that big, beautiful cock?" I asked.

Franklin grasped his massive cock through his slacks, which by now was already getting hard, "It's ready for some sweet suckin," he replied.

I parted my bright red lips and moistened them with the tip of my tongue, "You wanna use this hot mouth to please your big cock?" I asked.

Franklin stood speechless, just nodding his agreement.

I teased him some more, tilting my head back slightly. I ran a fingernail from my lips down over my chin and onto my sexy neck, "You gonna shove that big beautiful cock down my throat?" I asked.

Speechless, he nodded again.

I let my fingernail slip down between my lush tits and said, "You gonna fill my gullet with hot sticky cum?"

"Fuck YES!" he exclaimed.

I let my fingernail slide down and pulled the silk belt, holding my robe tightly around my body. It quickly slipped open, and the silk parted in front. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets as he first got to lustfully stare at my tits and shaven pussy below.

As I moved my hands up and slid the silk off my shoulders, I whispered, "Well, get over here and get some of this sweet stuff."

Before my robe made it to the floor, Franklin was touching me. His enormous hands easily covered most of my lush firm tits, and he played with their fullness while his eyes scoured the rest of my sexy body.

Franklin towers over me, being at least a foot or more taller than me. I looked up into his dark eyes high above. Absolute lust was all that showed in his eyes. His tongue moved out and licked his full lips.

I reached up to his neck and began slowly undoing each button on his shirt, exposing perfectly defined muscles and hairless dark flesh. Reaching the bottom button, I undid that final one and let my hand slide down to softly grasp his immense erection, feeling not only the massive length but also the enormous girth.

My fingernails traveled back up, lightly scratching his naked flesh, letting them linger on the oversized muscles on his chest. My soft fingers slipped up to grasp the fabric below the collar, then slid his shirt out and off his shoulders.

Franklin's eyes were fixed on mine as I let my hands move out over his broad, muscular shoulders and down the bulging muscles in his arms, "What a powerful body," I said as my palms slipped along his forearms, the veins pressed tightly against his skin by the rock-hard muscles beneath.

His enormous hands captured my tiny delicate hands, and he slowly brought both to his throbbing cock.

"I can't wait to suck this beautiful cock," I whispered.

I used one hand to massage the entire length while my other worked to undo this belt and then the clasp holding his slacks firmly around his waist.

Franklin cupped, then lifted my tits high on my chest as his eyes carefully inspected each pleasure orb. His thumbs roughly slid across the taut, erect nipples, sending a shiver through my body.

With his slacks lying open, I slowly crouched before this incredible black stud until I was balanced on the balls of my feet before his throbbing loins.

My deft fingers pulled the tab of his zipper down, and his hands moved to his hips to slide the fabric off his ass and down. His slacks fell to the floor around his feet, exposing his gargantuan cock. Franklin wore no undershorts, so his incredible cock swung away from his loins, nearly slapping me in the face.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed as the enormous length and girth were presented for my close inspection.

Circling or at least trying to circle the shaft near the base, my tiny fingers didn't even come close to surrounding it. My other hand slid up the inside of his thigh to capture a tennis ball-sized testicle held firmly in his awesome nut sack. His cock felt heavy in my hand, and while completely engorged with his rich red blood, it still hung down from his loins from the sheer weight of it.

I closed my hand around the shaft at the base and slowly stroked toward the head. It only took seconds, but it felt like minutes until my delicate fingers slipped over the velvety smooth flesh of his broad, flaring corona.

"Soft hands," Franklin remarked as my fingers slipped upward over the head of his cock. Towering before me, one hand holding his pulsing cock up, the other softly massaging his massive balls, I leaned forward, and before extending my tongue, I whispered, "I crave your taste."

My tongue began on his nut sack, then made a slow, sensual slide up along the throbbing shaft. His bulging urethra pressed into the moist flesh as it moved.

Franklin moaned softly as I flicked my tongue at the sensitive flesh where his circumcision scar blended into the velvety soft flesh of his corona. I flattened my tongue against the head and was rewarded with a tiny droplet of pre-cum which oozed from the slit at the tip.

His fluid tasted sweet and tangy at the same time, its thick consistency allowing me to coat most of his cock head with its incredible juice.

I leaned back and gazed up over his throbbing cock and into his wide eyes. Licking my lips, I whispered, "I can't wait to feel this glorious cock head buried in my throat."

As I lowered the head and opened my lips wide, my salivary glands involuntarily released lubricating spit. Franklin's huge hands came to rest on his hips as I slowly pressed his flaring cock head against my bright red lips.

My lips stretched tight at the corners of my mouth as I opened wider to accept the thickest part of his cock. The smooth corona slipped beyond my soft, wet red lips.

Franklin's eyes were fixed on mine as I sucked hard on just the head, his dark, very curly patch of pubic hair nearly foot from my face.

My soft hand gripped him near the base as I moved my head forward toward my goal. I wanted that curly patch tickling my nose and happily accepted the challenge of swallowing a foot of black cock.

His cock head wedged into the back of my throat, leaving me eight inches from my goal.

"Swallow it!" Franklin pleaded.

I relaxed my throat muscles and pressed forward. Instantly, my gag reflex kicked in, and I pulled back slightly to allow it to subside. Swallowing his cock was going to be harder than I thought, but I craved the feeling of his throbbing head, and half his shaft buried down my throat.

I knew that if I succeeded, I would be able to deep-throat any other cock because I was holding the longest fattest hottest cock on the planet between my moist red lips.

I pressed forward again and fought back the urge to gag. His throbbing head made the bend and began moving down my hot, moist throat.

"That's it!" Franklin exclaimed as his rock-hard cock turned the corner toward my stomach. The feeling was incredible. I could feel his bulging cock head stretching my flesh, pulling the skin along my sexy neck tight as I moved forward, forcing him deeper and deeper.

My mouth was filled with cock shaft, and it lubricated every inch, making him slip deeper with each passing moment. I looked at his pubic mound, the curly patch now a scant four inches from my nose. My eyes were filled with erotic tears, and I knew my mascara would soon be streaming down my cheeks, heightening the visual images Franklin was entranced by.

"Go for it!" Franklin said.

My chest began to burn, and I knew that if I didn't make one final plunge toward my goal, I'd have to pull back to fill my lungs with life-sustaining oxygen and start at the beginning. I ignored my lungs and pressed him deeper into my throat. Three, two, one inch separated me from my goal. His scent now wafting into my nostrils, a musty smell of lust.

Just as my nose touched pubic hair, my lungs took control. My need for oxygen overtook my craving for his beautiful black cock. I pulled back, and in a millisecond, his cock slipped from my mouth. A long string of hot saliva extended from the tip to my lower lip. I sucked hard for air and, in doing so, sucked most of my spit back into my mouth.

"God damn woman!" Franklin hissed.

As I repeatedly filled my lungs and exhaled, I surveyed my work. His entire cock, from the nut sack to the very tip, was glistening with my fluids. The engorged shaft pulsed with rich red blood coursing through the matrix of veins along the twelve inches of cock before me. The velvety soft flesh of his corona and the incredible cock head shimmering with a coating of saliva.

Catching my breath as much as a good cock sucker can, I pulled him to my lips. My tongue massaged the head and corona as my soft hand stroked the entire length of his throbbing shaft.

I used my flattened tongue to circle his corona several times, then licked from half shaft up to the tip.

"I love the taste of your cock," I whispered before sucking him between my red lips again.

Knowing I could reach my goal, I pressed him deep again. His cock wedged against my throat, then slipped around the bend toward my gullet.

In half the time, my nose was nestled into his curly pubic mound. Not just touching but buried in the thick black hair.

"Yeah!" Franklin exclaimed as I massaged his throbbing cock head with my throat muscles.

I pulled back again, letting him slip from my oral grasp, and began stroking his massive cock with both hands.

"I want you to throat fuck me," I whispered.

Without releasing my sensual grip on his shaft, I rose from my crouch and looked up into his eyes.

"Use my throat for your pleasure," I whispered as I released his cock and stepped back to the bed.

Franklin watched me as I lay on the soft white comforter and draped my head over the edge.

Even though he was now upside down to my eyes' view, his broad smile acknowledged that he understood that I was offering him my throat in whatever way he wanted to use it.

His massive frame moved closer as he grasped his cock and lifted it toward my face. I opened my lips, inviting him to assault me orally.

My oral fuck flesh now straight and in perfect alignment with his gargantuan cock, I brought my hands up to roughly grope at my full tits and rock-hard nipples.

His cock head pierced my lips, then slipped back, popping from the ruby red flesh with a resounding pop. Franklin would take his time before impaling me with his beautiful black cock. He moved forward again, pressing a little more throbbing shaft between my lips.

As he withdrew this time, he whispered, "I love how it feels sliding along your hot tongue."

I extended my moist tongue and let him rock back and forth, massaging his cock head and the velvety smooth corona.

But I knew that soon enough, he'd want to feel my burning throat surrounding his sensitive cock head, and as he pressed forward again, he entered that burning flesh.

My eyes watched as his heavy nut sack drew closer and closer to my face, and his cock plunged deeper and deeper into my throat.

My hands moved from my tits up to my neck, where I was able to feel him going deeper inside. I could feel his flaring corona moving down, and I kept my fingers pressed against my neck, moving them along with his widest part.

Franklin leaned forward a bit and reached down to grope my tits, roughly squeezing their lush firm fullness and pinching the rock-hard nipples at their core.

He thrust forward with his hips, bringing his nut sack against my nose, eyes, and forehead.

I had what I craved from the first time I'd touched him. His magnificent massive cock was buried in my throat. I swallowed, hoping to give him the gentle throat massage his cock deserved, but its size did not allow much movement of my muscles, which were stretched to their limit.

He pulled back, knowing that while I craved his throat fucking I also needed to breathe. As he slipped from my mouth, I took as much oxygen into my lungs as I could, then reached around to grasp his ass.

"Fuck my mouth," I begged.

His cock was resting against my lips as he grasped my tits hard, then thrust inside. In a second, he was buried in my throat again, and his tennis ball-sized balls slapped against my face.

I had begged him to fuck me, and that's precisely what he did. Knowing my throat could and would accept his massive fuck tool, Franklin began fucking my mouth like it was a searing wet throbbing cunt.

Between plunges, I was able to encourage him, screaming, "Fuck" or "Hard" or "Fast" each time his cock head slipped from my mouth.

I dug my sexy nails into his tight ass cheeks, pulling him toward me as he assaulted my mouth.

His balls, now drawn up tight against his cock shaft, slapped against my eyes each time he drove his beautiful black cock down my throat.

I knew he was beginning to feel the urges. I knew he was tingling throughout his loins. I knew he would be pumping thick sweet cum into my mouth shortly.

He pulled back and stroked his massive cock twice. As he did, I demanded, "Cum in my throat!"

His cock slowly impaled me, and as his balls came to rest against my face, he groaned deeply. I could feel his urethra surge as those cum filled balls pumped his sweet nectar toward the tip.

In an instant, my throat was coated with searing hot thick cum. It had no taste since it was way beyond my taste buds, but its heat and thick consistency left no doubt that he was cumming.

"I'm cumming!" Franklin confirmed what I already knew.

He pulled back a little as another wad of sticky thick cum shot into me. With each successive spurt, he pulled back a little until his incredible taste finally coated my taste buds. I swallowed every drop his beautiful cock offered. His twitching hips moved back a little each time another shot filled me.

"Cock sucker!" Franklin exclaimed as his cock began oozing the final few drops of sticky cum.

His cock head was now the only part remaining beyond my lips, and I swirled his cum load around the flaring head with my tongue and cheeks. As he pulled back, a thick string of sweet cum extended from my lips to his cock head. When it broke, it fell along the bridge of my nose, giving me a sexy tattoo of this incredible throat fucking session.

He grasped his still rock-hard cock and slapped it against my chin, splashing cum on my neck and lips.

"Bitch-slap me!" I pleaded.

His cock slapped against my cheek, then again on my chin. I quickly turned over and sucked the head between my lips, gathering as much cum from him as I could. His cock slipped from my mouth as I looked up, showing him my cum coated tongue, lips, and face.

He looked down at me, tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, his muscular chest glistening with moisture.

I opened my lips and extended my tongue to let him rest his cock on the moist flesh.

"God damn woman. You're the best cock sucker I've ever had," he exclaimed.

My lips closed around the head, and I sucked hard, craving one more tiny taste of his cum. A thick wad slipped through the slit as my suction pulled the last drops from his urethra.

His cock slipped one last time from my oral grasp, and Franklin dropped to his knees and extended his hands between me and the bed to again grope roughly at my tits.

I pressed my chest down hard against his massive hands, wanting my rock-hard nipples to leave their imprint in the lighter flesh of his palms.

Franklin smiled at me, then said hoarsely, "Now it's my turn to show you how a black man eats cunt."

I spun around quickly, raising on all fours and offering him my soft ass and dripping wet cunt. Dropping my shoulders and tits to the bed, I reached around and slid my fingers through the swollen lips of my hot pussy.

"Turn over," Franklin commanded.

I dropped my hips to the bed and did as he commanded, my legs dangling over the edge and alongside his thighs.

His strong hands reached down and circled my ankles, pressing the thin white straps of my stilettos into my flesh. Lifting my feet, he hooked each incredible heel on the edge of the bed, then slowly pressed my thighs open. My swollen wet cunt lay before him, an inviting offering for his thick lips and massive tongue.

I shuddered with anticipation at the first touch of his mouth.

As he lowered his face toward my loins, I whispered, "Eat me."

His hot breath cascaded over my twitching slit as he turned his head one way to plant a kiss on my inner thigh with those incredibly thick lips. His head turned the other way, and another lustful kiss was planted on my quivering flesh. Over and over, his head flipped from one sexy thigh to the other, each kiss bringing his mouth closer and closer to my throbbing loins.

The final kiss in the tender, sensitive flesh where my thigh joints my body sent a spear of intense pleasure shooting to my brain.

"Suck it!" I pleaded.

His lips moved from my soft flesh to the hard nub of my clit. Drawing it between his full moist lips, Franklin sucked hard on the twitching bud.

"Oh, God!" I exclaimed as his lips pleasured my clit.

Sucking hard on my quivering clit he pulled back, stretching the bud above the swollen hood that protected it. My body shuddered as his lips pulled at the sensitive flesh. It finally slipped from his lips with a snapping sound.

I slid my hands down and pressed fingers on either side, pushing the hood inward and squeezing the erect clit toward his sexy mouth.

He moved down a little and lightly rimmed my ass with the tip of his massive tongue, coating it with a thin layer of his hot spit. He lingered a moment licking the tiny patch of flesh separating my ass from my cunt, then slid the tip of his wonderful tongue up and through the swollen folds of flesh that form my vulva.

"Yes!" I exclaimed as his tongue slipped up, then flicked repeatedly at the hard nub of my clit between my sexy fingernails.

"You taste so sweet," Franklin whispered before continuing to lap at my swollen flesh with his talented tongue.

I felt his hand move up to join his mouth as a nearly cock sized middle finger rubbed over the slippery folds of flesh just outside my quivering cunt.

His mouth clamped down on my throbbing clit as his big strong finger slipped between twitching lips.

Now I've been told that there is no correlation between the size of a man's fingers and his cock, but Franklin's middle finger felt bigger than some cocks I've fucked. As he pressed it deeper, my flesh grasped at the massive size.

"Oh, God, yes, finger me," I pleaded, my loins burning with desire.

Franklin rotated his hand as much as humanly possible, massaging my searing wet flesh. His finger compresses my muscles much like a corkscrew compresses a cork when screwed into a bottle of fine wine.

His lips and tongue still worked feverishly at my throbbing clit, licking, sucking, and biting at the sensitive hard nub sending spears of tingling pleasure throughout my loins. I pressed my hips harder against his awesome mouth, wanting him deeper inside my burning cunt.

Franklin brought his other hand between my thighs and pressed a second finger into the wet folds of flesh. I groaned softly as his twin digits of pleasure filled my throbbing fuck tube.

"Finger fuck me," I begged.

He withdrew the second finger, now coated with my sex juice, and let it slide down to my sphincter. Before I could react and involuntarily clench my ass muscles, his thick finger impaled my ass sliding in until his knuckles pressed into the surrounding soft flesh.

It probed and explored my ass, roughly massaging the tight tube.

I moaned, "Oh, God, yes."

With one finger firmly implanted in my ass, another cork screwing my wet cunt, and his mouth clamped tightly over my clit my body reacted and started tingling all over. I humped my loins against the trio of invaders assaulting it.

Franklin's fingers moved like sensual pistons, one driving in while the other pulled back, alternatively filling me with their massive size.

"Fuck me!" I screamed.

He pressed on his sexual gas petal, and his fingers began moving even faster in and out of my twin fuck tunnels racing my body to the brink of orgasmic pleasure.

My body shuddered as the pressure built, and the unmistakable tingling in my loins turned into a swirling ring of numbness.

My hips bucked at their invaders, riding his fingers and sucking mouth to the brink of absolute pleasure.

"Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming," My sensual voice extending the last syllable.

I reached down to hold his head firmly against my clit, pressing him hard against the nub as my climax built to a fever pitch. Waves of numbing pleasure washed over me, and my pussy filled with juice bathing that big beautiful black finger with sensual fuck juices.

His lips sucked hard on my clit, and his probing finger pressed up, pinching my ass flesh tight against the other sexy digit impaling my cunt.

I ground my clit against his mouth, holding his head tightly in my hands as my orgasm just built and built, taking me to untold heights of sensuous pleasure.

His strong muscles lifted my tiny hands as he gasped for air, then clamped down again on the center of my orgasm and sucked my clit hard, then soft, then hard again. The swollen nub slipped across his full black lips.

Much like the crashing waves on a beach and the slow ebbing of the waters, my climax reached its height and then slowly began to ebb. I let my hands slip from his skull and drew them up to softly massage my full, lush tits and hard nipples. Franklin released his oral death grip on my throbbing clit and softly licked at the hard bud sending tiny spears of pleasure shooting toward my brain.

His massive digit slipped from my ass, and he brought his free hand up to rest on the inside of my sexy, sensitive inner thigh.

He lifted his face from me and looked up between twin spheres of pleasure, a broad smile on his shimmering lips. "You like having a black man eat your cunt don't you?" he asked.

I sighed softly, then replied, "I like to have YOU eat my cunt."

His finger slipped from my swollen pussy, and as he straightened up between my legs, his massive hands came to rest on my thighs just below their crease at my abdomen.

"That was awesome," I whispered.

His massive but soft fingertips teased at the flesh where they rested, and his eyes moved from mine to my slowly heaving tits repeatedly.

One hand slipped off my leg and between my thighs. I felt his bulging cock head slide over my swollen vulva, then flip up to rest across my pubic mound, its flaring head pointed toward my face.

Franklin's wide smile told me he wasn't finished with my body.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you properly," his remark a reference to our quick fuck two nights before in his Chrysler.

He stood up, lifting my legs as he did, his huge cock hard and firm drooped down from his loins, the sheer weight not allowing it to stand at attention. The backs of my legs rested against his towering body, the sexy six-inch pointed heels of my stilettos barely extending above his broad shoulders.

Without a word, he pressed his massive form toward me, bending my legs and compressing my body into a sensual vee at the hips.

His hand moved down and guided his gargantuan cock to my steamy pussy.

Unlike my throat, which is an endless pit of cock sucking flesh, I was somewhat concerned with having the entire length and girth slamming into my swollen pussy.

"Go slow," I whispered.

Slow wasn't part of Franklin's sexual vocabulary, and as soon as his bulging cock head speared my pussy he thrust forward hard.

"Ouch," I exclaimed as his cock head slammed into my tight cervix, sending a sharp pain through my loins.

He ignored my cry of pain and withdrew only to pound his cock back inside, causing a second painful spear to shoot through my body.

"Franklin, please," I begged him to go slow and allow my stretched flesh to mold to his shape.

Again he withdrew, then drove his monstrous cock back into my searing cunt.

"Tight cunt!" he exclaimed as the rock-hard head pounded against my cervix. This time, he stopped, and instead of pulling back, he ground his hips toward me. My flesh stretched as his cock pushed my cervix deeper into my body. My pussy lips tightly wrapped around the massive shaft where he entered me.

He withdrew until his flaring cock head slipped from my fiery depths, the swollen lips remaining open, a rush of air replacing the surging cock that assaulted me.

As he plunged in again, I prepared for the pain of stretched flesh, but this time, the pain was more pleasurable. As he again ground his cock head against my cervix, I urged him, "Give it to me. Gimme every fucking inch of that monster."

He was ripping me apart, and I loved it.

As he continued pounding into me, my flesh slowly molded to his shape, and after enduring the pain of his initial assault, I reveled in the sensation when his massive balls finally came to rest against my ass.

I was filled with awesome black cock and luxuriated in the feeling of having every inch of his beautiful cock engulfed in my pussy or, as Franklin calls it, a hot tight cunt. I usually find the word cunt quite distasteful, but when he uses it, the way he speaks the word excites me, and I urged him, "Fuck that tight cunt."

His hips began a steady rhythm, pulling back and then plunging in, and I reached up to run my fingernails over his glistening chest. I spread my legs and dropped them to hook around his waist, but my legs, while long and shapely, didn't even come close to reaching completely around so I could lock my ankles together. I just squeezed my legs as tightly as I could and held on for dear life as his awesome cock continued its invasion of my body.

Franklin reached out and grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard and pressing the soft flesh together.

"That's it; play with my tits," I squealed as his vast hands manhandled my soft pleasure orbs.

His piston-like cock filled me over and over, and I could feel my juices running out of me and down over my ass. He was giving me the fuck of a lifetime, and I just relaxed and enjoyed every second. But I wanted more I wanted to feel my lush tits sliding over his glistening chest. I wanted to feel his tongue probing my mouth. I wanted his full lips suckling my erect nipples. I needed to be consumed totally by this superb specimen of manhood.

His hands slipped under my back as he said, "Come here." Lifting me off the bed with his strong arms.

My thighs clenched at his hips, and as I rose toward his muscular form, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling my tits against his sweaty chest. Franklin's hands slid down over my hips and grasped my ass. He began lifting me off his cock and then letting me slide back down until the bulging head rubbed into my cervix.

God, it felt good sliding up and down against his hard body, and I helped by lifting with my legs firmly, circling his hips.

I lifted my head off his shoulder and moved my lips to his. In an instant, his tongue probed between my lips, finding mine and then dancing across in a passionate, sensual, soul-searching kiss.

His full lips covered my mouth, and he sucked my lower lip between his, then quickly moved up to slip his tongue back inside my mouth. I closed my lips around his massive tongue and suck it softly as our passion built.

As this powerful man bounced me up and down on his throbbing prick, I leaned back and released one hand from his neck, sliding it between us and lifting one tit toward his soft lips.

"Suck my tit," I pleaded.

His lips parted and covered my nipple and areola. Sucking the entire sensitive bud toward his slippery tongue. It darted and flicked at the hard nipple, then flattened and licked across the soft areola. My breasts instantly began to tingle, and I craved having him pleasure the other.

His hands slipped up from my ass to the small of my back, giving me the leverage needed to lean back and release my grip on his neck. My hands now offered both luscious tits to his soft sensual mouth.

"Oh, God, yes," I moaned as his mouth moved from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, and biting at the sensitive flesh.

"I wanna fuck these sweet tits," Franklin exclaimed.

"When I'm done fucking your tight little cunt I'm gonna fuck your big tits," he added, licking between and deep into my lush cleavage, wetting the spot he wanted to fuck.

As he captured one taut nipple again, I urged him on, saying, "Yeah, baby, I wanna feel your monster cock sliding between my big tits."

My tight little cunt had already become a dripping wet mass of quivering flesh, and the tingling deep inside signaled I would soon be gushing with orgasmic juices.

"Before I let you fuck my big titties, you gotta make me cum," I told him.

He was up to the challenge, his gargantuan member massaging every inch of my cunt as he again started lifting my ass off his rock-hard cock. I could feel the head surge as it slammed over and over against my cervix.

"That's the way to fuck me," I exclaimed as the tingling in my loins spread through my entire being.

He thrust up with his hips each time I slid down his slippery form; my clit rode over his pelvic bone.

"Make me cum, and I'll let you fuck these sweet tits," I demanded.

Bouncing up and down on his beautiful fuck tool, I felt the tidal wave of orgasm approaching. My cunt flooded with juices, and I pulled my body tight against him as I rode that wave to its breaking point.

I screamed, "Yes, I'm cumming!" as the wave broke, my body convulsed. A sea of fuck juices streamed into my cunt, bathing his throbbing cock with searing hot fluid.

"Oh God, oh my fucking God," I screamed as my orgasm built, turning me into a quivering mass of sexual flesh clinging to his incredible body.

He stopped lifting and thrusting up into me and just let me hang there, twitching and convulsing on his massive cock, the bulging head pressed against my cervix and the smooth corona massaging my G-spot.

My breath came in short gasps, and as I exhaled, my moans of sheer pleasure let him know I was in sexual heaven and his mammoth cock had lifted me to untold heights of pleasure.

Some orgasms come and go quickly, but this one went on forever, my tingling nerves sending signal after sensuous signal of complete satisfaction to my brain. I turned my face and latched on to his strong neck with my lips sucking hard on the flesh, wanting him to be tattooed with my lusty mark.

I would have been happy to remain impaled on his throbbing cock, sucking and nibbling at the dark flesh on his neck until he exploded inside my hot wet throbbing cunt. But as my climax subsided, I released his flesh from my lips and whispered in his ear, "I promised that if you made me cum I'd let you fuck my big soft tits."

I've never met a man who didn't want to fuck my tits. Even before my surgery, I enjoyed having a hard cock sliding through the soft flesh between my pleasure orbs, and Franklin's big cock was built for titty fuckin.

He slowly bent at the waist, depositing my twitching body on the bed. His cock slipped from my searing hot dripping wet cunt, and I instantly felt my juice stream from me, soaking the bedding.

I hooked my heels into the edge and pushed myself to the center of the bed as Franklin crawled onto the mattress.

My hands slid up over my soft belly and cupped both heaving tits. Sliding my sexy nails up between the two pleasure orbs, I tucked my chin and spat between them, coating the soft flesh in my cleavage with the lubricant needed for a good tit fucking.

I looked up at him as he moved over my hips and approached the objects of his incredible desire.

"You can fuck my big tits, but when you're ready to cum I want it on my face," I whispered.

I spread them apart as his knees came to rest at my sides. His substantial black monster flopped into the wet flesh between, and I instantly pressed my tits together, capturing him in the soft cleavage.

Unlike his first awesome thrust into my hot little cunt Franklin moved his hips with a slow, deliberate motion forward. The bulging head popped out from between my tits, and I spit on it before he pulled it back between my soft mounds.

With my hands providing the pressure from the sides, his vast hands pressed down into the front of each tit, making sure his surging erection wouldn't slip from between my soft pleasure orbs.

"So soft," Franklin exclaimed as he slowly thrust forward again.

His thumbs pressed against my erect nipples, tweaking them repeatedly as his cock slid slowly back and forth through the hot wet tit flesh.

I loved how it felt when his colossal cock pushed and pulled through my deep cleavage, and I watched for his excellent black cock head to appear from between the creamy white tits he was fucking so intently.

"Fuck my big titties," I urged him on, wanting to see the milky white cum oozing from his beautiful black cock.

Franklin was dripping wet, covered with sweat, dripping from his chin and running down his glistening, muscular chest.

He spread my tits apart and spat on his surging cock, adding lubricant to the soft, warm flesh he was fucking. His cock head slipped through the top of my cleavage and smeared our combined saliva on the soft flesh above.

I pulled my legs up, resting my thighs against his back so that each time he thrust forward, I could push him a little deeper, causing his bulging cock head to slip closer and closer to my lips.

My fingers pressed hard against the sides of my tits, making the soft flesh even tighter around his thick cock shaft.

Looking up into his eyes, I whispered, "I wanna taste you."

I tucked my chin and parted my lips, giving him a target. He thrust even deeper, and the head slipped over my lips.

"God damn!" Franklin exclaimed as his cock head first slipped out of my soft, slippery cleavage, then disappeared between my wet lips.

I kept my mouth in perfect alignment with my cleavage so that each time he thrust forward, his reward was to have my soft lips caress the surging head of his cock.

"Gimme that sweet cum load," I exclaimed, urging him on.

His eyes got as big as saucers, the whites as brilliant as his flashing smile.

"I want...no, I need your hot sauce," I pleaded.

He had already cum once, depositing his load deep down my throat, and I knew it would take even more pleading to bring him to climax again.

"Give it to me, baby. Gimme that hot fucking wad," I begged.

His expression changed, and I felt his loins start to tense up. I knew his mammoth balls would soon be pumping hot thick cum to the slit at the tip of his cock head.

I urged him on once again, begging, "Cum for me. Plaster this pretty cum slut's face with your thick hot cum load."

That was all it took. Having me beg for his cum like a sweet cum slut drove him over the edge. He rose on his knees and leaned forward, one colossal hand reaching for the headboard while the other brought his cock up to my face.

I opened my mouth and extended my wet tongue, giving him full access to shoot his load. His deep guttural groan signaled that his balls had already started pumping what I craved along his urethra.

He stroked his massive cock shaft once, then again before the first thick gooey shot splashed against the back of my throat, coating my tongue and nearly filling my mouth.

His cum tastes so fucking good. Salty but sweet simultaneously, its thick consistency feels like a mouth full of creamy pudding.

His huge hand stroked the surging shaft again, and a second thick wad shot from his beautiful cock, splashing on my cheek and pasting my eye closed. I reached up and pulled the head to my lips as another wad finished filling my hot mouth with his seed.

Taking the head between my lips, I sucked hard as he moaned deeply and shook his cock between my lips. His cum load now oozed from his cock, and I lifted it from my lips to let the final drops coat my soft, slippery lips.

Franklin released his grip on the shaft, letting me play with his twitching member, his hands dropping to his side as he watched.

I slid the cum coated head through the puddle on my cheek and eye and smeared his thick sauce over my nose and into the other eye.

"God damn, woman!" he exclaimed as my lustful face was smeared with his thick load.

Parting my lips, I proudly showed him the mouth full of cum, letting it swirl around my tongue. I drew my cheeks in until just a tiny drop of cum escaped at the corner of my mouth before I opened my throat and let the load slide down to my gullet.

My mouth and tongue were still coated with his juice, but I was able to whisper, "Your cum tastes so fucking good."

I slipped his cock head between my lips and licked every possible drop off his glistening cock, then pulled him out to again smear the sticky juice over the rest of my face.

"You are too fuckin much," he remarked.

His cock had lost some of its firmness, and I slapped the head against my cheeks and down onto my tongue just like a good little cum slut should.

Releasing his cock from my grasp, I tried to gather as much of his thick load as I could with my fingers drawing it to my lips and licking it from my fingers.

I smiled at him with slippery lips and then asked, "Do you like fucking this hot little cum slut's cunt, tits, and mouth?" I instantly realized that was a rather silly question.

"Absolutely!" Franklin replied.

Making up for asking such a silly question, I said, "Well, the next time, I want you to fuck my hot tight ass." Letting him know there would be a next time.

As he collapsed beside me, his cock left a trail of sticky cum across my tits, and I instantly moved one hand to smear it over my nipple, making sure he saw me coat my flesh with his seed.

He turned to lean on one elbow to look over the results of his efforts. His cock, now flaccid, was still nearly eight inches in length, and it rested softly on my hip.

I slid one hand down and circled the soft shaft, squeezing it, wondering what it would take to bring it back to life so the next time would be this time.

His broad smile told me that probably wouldn't happen this afternoon. His huge hand caressed my tit as he looked at my face.

"I must look a mess," I said, knowing his cum still coated my face.

"You look just fine," Franklin replied, then said, "Can I ask a question?"

I grinned and replied, "Ask away."

"Why me?" he questioned, wondering why an upper-middle-class MILF would choose to fuck and suck a black stud like him.

I squeezed his soft cock and replied, "Ain't it obvious?"

Franklin grinned and then said, "But you didn't know about the obvious when we first met Thursday night. What I'm asking is why a great-looking woman like you wants to be out fucking around."

I understood what he was asking and figured I'd spell out the whole story for him.

"Every fall, my fucking husband turns me into a celibate. From the opening day of football season through the Super Bowl, his only interest is watching or attending games. I've endured fifteen football seasons, and this year, I decided enough was enough," I explained.

He flashed a brilliant white smile at me and then asked, "Is he some kind of fucking moron?"

"I call it a football zombie," I replied.

"So what happens next?" Franklin asked.

"Until February, I'm gonna take care of business myself," I admitted.

Franklin thought for a minute, then asked, "Are there others like me?"

I giggled and reminded him, "Baby, the season is nearly half over. There are several others like you, but none with the equipment you've got."

I gave his cock another gentle squeeze.

"Aren't you worried about him finding out?" Franklin questioned me.

I smiled and then offered, "I've been very discrete."

"Oh yeah, sure," he said, then continued, "Like today when you had a strange black man come knocking on your door."

Franklin obviously had some of the same concerns I had earlier before his arrival.

"Well, today was a spur-of-the-moment thing," I admitted.

"Spur of the moment, things can get you in a heap of trouble, Margaret," he replied.

I wasn't quite sure where Franklin was going with this conversation, but I needed to empty my bladder and wash his drying cum coating off my face.

As I slipped off the bed, I said, "I gotta go pee, but we can talk more when I return," wanting him to continue with his thoughts.

"I may have a business proposition for you, Margaret," he said as I walked toward the bath.

While I was in the bathroom using a warm cloth to clean his load off my face, I wondered what kind of proposition he could have for me. But since Barry had taken my credit cards away, the idea of making some spending cash on the side intrigued me. And with the possibility of a pending divorce hanging over my head, I decided to listen to Franklin's business proposition.

When I returned, Franklin was just closing the clasp of his slacks, his naked chest still exposed, but his monster cock was carefully tucked away for now.

Seeing him half-dressed, I bent down and picked up my more than flimsy robe and slipped it over my shoulders. I didn't bother to tie it closed, wanting him to remember my sweet tits and cleanly shaven cunt.

"Have a seat," I said, motioning to the large, overstuffed chair in the alcove of my bedroom.

Franklin made himself comfortable, crossing his legs and settling into the Franklin-sized chair.

I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to begin.

"Margaret, the insurance business is kind of hit or miss," Franklin began.

I hadn't even realized he was in the insurance business; his business card contained only his name and contact information.

He continued, "One month, the commissions are great, and the next, they suck, depending on the sales I close for the month."

"Okay, so you need some help budgeting?" I asked.

"No, I don't need any help there 'cause I have a small discrete business on the side, which is where you come in," Franklin explained.

My mind raced, thinking of what kind of discrete business he was in. But discrete usually meant something illegal.

I took a shot in the dark, "Baby, I don't know anyone who would want to buy drugs," I said, thinking he may want me to be one of his street-level dealers.

Franklin laughed hysterically for a moment, then leaned front. He said, "You think just because I'm black, I automatically would get involved in drug trafficking?"

I shrugged my shoulders and then said, "The thought did cross my mind when you said it was a discrete business."

"Well, forget that I'd never get involved with drugs again. Been there, done that," he remarked.

"So," I asked, extending the "O" for effect.

He paused for a moment, which I assumed he was using to decide if he should even continue with his discrete business proposition.

I smiled, trying to put him at ease so he would continue. I was very interested in hearing him out.

"I run a very discrete and extremely lucrative high-priced escort service," he finally admitted.

"Oh great," I exclaimed, "So you want me to be one of your whores!" I quickly added.

"Whore is such a dirty word," he said, "I prefer the term escort."

I laughed at him and then said, "Call it what you like, baby, but cash for sex is still prostitution, and a whore is still a whore no matter if you call her an escort or not. And the last time I checked, that's still totally illegal."

"My girls make five hundred an hour, Margaret," he said.

"Your girls," I said, then added. "And how many girls are in your stable?"

He smiled and replied, "There ya go again with a demeaning word like stable. I prefer to call it my list of available escorts, and if you must know, I currently arrange dates for five very sexy and beautiful women."

"And are you fucking all five of them?" I asked.

"I don't fuck any of my girls," he replied with an angry tone in his voice and accentuating the word fuck.

"But you fucked me!" I shot back.

"You're not one of my girls," he replied in the same angry tone.

"Listen, Margaret, just forget I brought it up," Franklin suggested.

The idea of becoming one of his escorts turned my stomach, but the five hundred an hour had caught my interest.

"Wait a minute, I'm an open-minded woman," I said, which seemed kind of silly since I'd just finished taking two of his massive cum loads in my mouth.

"Which is why I even mentioned my business," he admitted.

I thought for a moment, then asked, "If I agree to become one of your quote-unquote available escorts, how does the whole thing work?"

"Well, first of all, not every appointment ends with sex," he said.

I giggled, then said, "So, it's an appointment instead of a trick?" A wide smile on my lips.

Franklin laughed again and then said, "You have to get your mind outta the gutter."

I shook my head, letting him know I wouldn't interrupt him with my comparisons to the street-level prostitution business.

"If you decide to accept appointments, I'd first send you to a professional photographer who takes very tasteful photos of my girls," he explained.

"And then?" I asked, listening intently.

"Prospective clients contact me through email or in a web-based chat room to discuss the availability of an escort. I email them photos of the available escorts. At no time is sex discussed. As far as new clients are concerned, we provide only escorts. Many businessmen want some pleasurable company for dinner or a business function they attend in town," he explained.

"That sounds reasonable. I've heard of that kind of legal service before," I admitted.

"Clients know up front that my charge is a grand an hour, which I split fifty-fifty with the girl," Franklin said.

"And the sex?" I asked.

"That's handled face-to-face between the client and the escort. If she agrees, it is paid in cash as a tip. And I ask for a ten percent commission on those tips," he continued.

"How much can one of your escorts make in, let's say, a month," I questioned him.

He smiled and then replied, "Well, that depends on how many appointments she takes, but last month, I pulled in a cool ten grand."

I did some quick mental math, then said. "So your girls are averaging two grand a month for four appointments. Plus tips," I said with a grin on my lips.

"That's right, Margaret. And I have a waiting list of clients," he said clearly the reason we were having this conversation.

I thought for a moment, doing some more mental math. In the last month since the season started, I'd fucked or sucked Sam Paul and now Franklin eight or nine times. Had all those times been, as Franklin put it, an appointment, I would have cleared over three thousand dollars, not including tips. But as I saw it, the problem is that I don't get to pick and choose who I'd be fucking like I had during the first third of the football season.

"I must admit it, Franklin, your proposition interests me, and I sure could use the extra spending money," I admitted, not bothering to inform him of the problems Barry and I were having with my shopping habits.

He smiled and then said, "Well, you think about it, Margaret. You'll get no pressure from me to sign on."

"I will give it some serious thought," I replied.

Franklin grinned, flashing his brilliant pearly whites at me, then said, "Oh, by the way."

I interrupted him. "There's always a by the way," I said, expecting him to explain the downside of his proposition.

"If you do sign on, I'll be giving you a twenty-five hundred dollar advance so you can shop for an appropriate wardrobe, and we'll have to give you an escort name just to keep it as discrete as possible," he explained.

He stood up and started putting his shirt on, slowly buttoning the front and covering his substantial chest muscles.

I walked over to him and said, "I'm very interested, but I'll let you know by Wednesday if I'm going to sign on."

"That'll be great," he replied.

I grinned and rubbed my tits against his chest, my hand dropping to his cock. "And if I decide not to sign on, I still can't wait to feel this beautiful cock buried in my ass."

Franklin grinned and then said, "Business is business, and pleasure is pleasure, and never the two shall meet."

I walked him to the front door, then kissed him, possibly for the last time, before sending him dashing off to his car around the corner before any of my nosy neighbors noticed my big black stud, or should I say my big black pimp.