Rodney, a forty-four-year-old black man, lives down the street from me. He does side jobs as a handyman. My house is always needing something repaired. When I heard about his handy talents, I hired him.
Rodney is over six feet tall and towers over my 5’2” frame. I love tall men that I have to stretch on my toes to kiss. He has curly black hair and a muscular build. He doesn’t consider himself handsome, but I find him attractive in many ways.
He came by one day to ask me if I had anything that needed fixing. I thought, yes, my pussy, but I did need some plumbing done under my kitchen sink. I had a bucket under a leaking pipe to catch the water.
“Yes, would you like to come in? I have a plumbing problem under my kitchen sink,” I said.
“What’s going on? Rodney asked as he followed me into the kitchen. I was barefoot, with nothing on but a tank top and my daisy dukes covering my gorgeous, little body. I imagined he had his eyes on my ass. I opened the cabinet doors under the sink and bent over, making sure he didn’t miss it, as I pulled the plastic bucket that caught the water from under the sink.
“This is what’s going on,” I said as I showed him the half-filled bucket.
He peeked under the sink and said, “Hell, yes. That’s an easy fix. Let me get a wrench from my truck. I’ll be right back.”
He came right back as promised. He took off his shirt before he crawled under the sink. It was the first time I saw him without his shirt, and I felt my pussy moisten at the sight of his hard, chocolate muscles. I stood next to the sink and stared down at his crotch. His tight jeans could not hide what he had inside that stretched down his left thigh.
It only took him a minute to tighten a loose fitting and crawl out from under the sink. When he stood up, I noticed the water that dripped on his shoulder rivulet down his chest. I don’t know what came over me, but I caught the droplets as I dragged my tongue up his chest. I looked up at his eyes and saw him looking down at me. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling me closer and on my toes when our lips met.
His lips were thick and pillowy, and his tongue was deep inside my mouth as the kiss lingered on.
“What are we doing?” He asked after our lips parted.
“I don’t know. Should we stop?” I asked as my heart was pounding like a drum.
“That’s up to you, baby,” he smiled and said.
I led Rodney to my bedroom. Then I stripped naked for him and watched his eyes linger on my creamy pale flesh.
“I have another leak,” I said while I teased him with my body.
“Yeah? Where’s it at, baby?” He asked.
“Between my legs. Can you fix it?” I asked.
“Let me see if I have the right tool in my toolbox,” he said as he slipped off his shoes and pulled off his pants.
He pulled off his socks, and when he pulled his shorts down and revealed his cock to me, I got all choked up but managed to say, “Wow!”
“You like it?” Rodney asked as he fisted his shaft and pointed it up at me?”
“Yes, oh, yes,” I murmured as I let my eyes feast upon the pre-cum stringing from the bulbous black cockhead he was choking.
He watched my eyes twinkle with delight, which prompted him to say, “Prove it.”
Hot and eager to sprawl on the bed and spread my wet cunt for him, I said, “See how wet I am! My pussy sprung a leak for you. But my pussy can wait. I want to suck your gorgeous cock first,” I said and moved closer to the edge of the bed, braced on my elbows.
“Yeah, baby. Your leak can wait. I’ll let you have fun with my dick first,” he said as he moved closer and brushed his cockhead across my lips, smearing them with the pre-cum still leaking from his meatus.
Things were advancing quickly between us. It felt like a dream, but the enticing reality of taking that fat and tasty cock into my mouth was far beyond my dreams. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, savoring the musky smell of his manhood as I sucked more of his tasty pre-cum from his large black penis.
“Oh, Rodney, you taste so good!” I said when I came up for air.
A soft growl escaped his lips as he reveled in the moment. Slowly, my warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock while he stood and watched how my lips wrapped around his shaft and sucked him deep.
“Ooh, fuck that feels so damn good!” Rodney said as his cock twitched and throbbed between my tongue and palate as my head began to bob. Whenever I wasn’t sucking his cock, I was licking his thick, veiny shaft and swabbing his big black balls with my tongue.
Rodney’s cock was as hard as steel, and I slurped on it until saliva dripped from my lips and strung from my chin. I gurgled and choked on my attempts to take his cock down my throat until I succeeded. He knew he could not last much longer. He felt like he would explode any minute.
Upon sensing his need to cum, I began to suck his cock faster. He put his hand on my head and started humping my face. I stopped long enough to regain my breath and say, “You can cum in my mouth if you want.” Then I resumed sucking his cock and rolling his balls.
My hungry moans and slurping sounds, along with the sight of his shiny pulsating cock, coated with my saliva, sent him over the edge.
“I heard the strain in his voice when he said, “Oh, baby, I’m cumming! Take it, baby, take it,” as he pumped his hot load into my mouth. I swallowed three times, and his thick, salty semen still flowed into my mouth. His love juice was so rich and creamy that I couldn’t get enough of it.
Following that, I rolled over on my back and smiled up at Rodney as I savored the taste of his cum that remained in my mouth and strung in my throat. He got on the bed and lay next to me. We shared a soft, intimate kiss. His tongue searched my mouth to taste the remnants of his cum. He wrapped his arms around me and held me.
He whispered in my ear, “My turn, Baby. Just lay back, and let this black man savor your tasty cunt.”
He moved down and planted his face between my legs. I felt his tongue travel the length of my slit. My clam opened, and I quivered. I ran my fingers through his thick curly hair and squealed, “Ooh honey, eat my hot tuna!”
I didn’t know why I called my pussy a “hot tuna,” except for tasting like fresh tuna from my fingers when I masturbate. I like the way it tastes. If I were double-jointed, I would spend every night eating my pussy.
I heard him chuckle, and then he went to town on me. He spread my pussy lip with his fingers, slithered his tongue across my velvety clam, and took jabs at my throbbing pearl. I arched my hips and moaned in response. Juice flowed from my creamy hole. He lapped it up and shoved his tongue deep inside me. He licked, probed, and tickled every inch of my juicy twat with his tongue. Then he sank two fingers inside my hole and sucked on my engorged clit.
I screamed as I came, gushing so much juice it ran down the crack of my ass onto the bed. I soared to a higher dimension when I orgasmed. My head turned from side to side, and my moans continued with each wave of pleasure that rolled through me. I moved my hips to fuck his fingers.
Rodney’s fingers increased their pace, sending me into another head-spinning orgasm. When my orgasm waned, he moved up and took me in his arms while I basked in the afterglow of his oral talents.
“Rodney?”
“What, baby?”
“I am glad we had this moment together,” I softly said.
“Had?” Baby, we’re just getting started,” he said as he rolled on top of me and slowly slid his awesome, black member inside my wet Caucasian pussy.
My big black handyman fucked me twice on my back, once from behind me, and then I rode him cowgirl style. In the end, he cleaned himself up and dressed. Without bothering to dress, I walked him to my front door. Then I stood naked in his arms on my front porch as he held me close and kissed me goodbye.
He took a piece of my heart with him as I stood naked on my front porch and watched him drive away. But here is the good news. Whether my house needs looking at or not, Rodney still stops by to check on me from time to time, usually when he is horny for some hot white-girl pussy. I am sure you can imagine my response.
