Jordan and I have had a happy marriage, and our two kids are grown and living on their own with families in Biloxi. We had a good sex life too, at least until she became pre-menopausal three years ago, when I was forty-eight and she was forty-seven, which is when this story begins.
I often worked with another black master plumber, named Darius, who is two years older than me, and we had become close enough as friends over the years that we talked about personal family matters. We were on a job one day, and I asked, “I haven’t been getting too much pussy at home lately, Darius, and I was wondering if your wife became a lot less interested in sex when she went through menopause?”
He laughed and replied, “Yeah, man, I experienced the same thing, just like other men I’ve talked with about it. That menopause shit doesn’t affect all women the same, though, and some wives end up being hornier for sex.”
I asked, “Have you found any way to work around it, to maybe get your wife excited about having sex again?”
Darius answered, “No, not really, Caleb. It’s hard for women to overcome those big hormonal changes.”
Then I got more personal, asking, “How have you coped with it? Have you found other ways to relieve your stress, other than using your hand?”
He just looked at me for a few seconds, like he was trying to decide if he should admit something, and he finally said, “You might think this is bullshit, but another friend of mine clued me into something a few years ago that has made a big difference for me. He had been viewing porn stories and videos on the internet and discovered there are a lot of white men and women who are obsessed with black men and their big cocks.”
I interrupted to ask, “Damn, Darius, what do you mean by obsessed?”
Darius responded, “I’m not sure that I understand it all, but there’s this idea that all black men are well-hung and aggressive lovers, and some whites like the idea of submitting themselves to us. It could be a kind of white guilt or just the excitement of taboo, interracial sex, but some white men love to suck our cocks and watch us fuck their wives. We know that not all black men are hugely-hung, but they love submitting themselves to blacks for some reason.”
I asked, “Wow, Darius, are you saying that you’ve had any of those experiences, and if so, where?”
He replied, “Some whites try to connect with black men on those hook-up websites, but I’ve found that it’s better to let it happen naturally. You just need to pay attention to the clues when you’re around white folks, and I’ve gotten good at identifying people hungry for some black meat and cock cream. I’ve had some customers suck my cock on the job, although that’s risky and you have to be sure they’ve made the first move. I’ve even had a couple of white plumbers we work with suck me off.”
I said, “Holy fuck, man, what are some of the clues you look for?”
Darius thought for a few seconds, and said, “Some people have just come right out and asked for it, but it’s usually more subtle. One trick I like to play is when I’m in a customer’s home, and either the husband or wife or both are there, I’ll fake a phone call and let them overhear me getting the worst end of an argument with my wife about something. If they’re tuned in, they might ask me about my problems with my wife, and that can lead to a sexual discussion. I can usually tell from their submissive demeanor and leading questions that they have an interest.”
I asked, “So, you’ve really hooked up with men and women that way?”
He answered, “Unfortunately, about seventy percent of the time it’s a husband wanting to look at and then suck my cock, but I’ve also gotten into some cuckold relationships where I fuck their wives. But, hey, getting off is all good, and it’s fun watching a white, cock sucking husband on his knees submitting himself to me sucking my cock and swallowing my cum.”
I was wondering about the other plumbers who sucked him, and asked, “How did things gets started with the white plumbers at work, and which of them sucked your cock?”
Darius said, “I was on a job site with Frank one day, and since the portable toilet hadn’t yet been delivered to the job, we had to piss in the bushes. He was staring at my soft cock, and I asked him why he was so interested in it. One thing led to another, and he was soon on his knees right there in the bushes sucking me off. Tommy has sucked me too, and that happened after Frank told him about it.”
I was curious, and asked, “Pardon me for asking, but how do you fall on the scale of hung black men? Do you have a big cock that keeps them coming back for more?
He smiled and responded, “That’s the kind of question a white cock sucker gets around to asking, but yeah, I‘m uncut, thick, over eight inches long on hard, and I have big, low-hanging balls that they love to suck on. They love my foreskin too since so many men are circumcised. What about you?”
I said, “I’m uncircumcised, thick, and over six inches long on soft, and nine inches on hard. I have big egg-sized, low-hanging balls.”
Darius said, “You’ll be popular with those white cock suckers and their whore wives, since they like seeing heavy, dangling meat and balls. Just be careful and make sure you’re getting strong signals of their interest before you show your willingness to feed them. You don’t want to fuck up your job over a blowjob.”
I asked, “Where else have you had success?”
He answered, “The main thing is to be friendly and open with people, taking opportunities to get into conversations with them. There’s so much social turmoil these days, that people are pleasantly surprised when a black man is friendly with them. I mean, shit, I had an old white man suck my cock at a lumber yard one Saturday morning. I just made a couple of comments about not getting enough pussy at home, and five minutes later I had my cock in his hungry, white mouth.”
We were close to concluding our conversation about whites sucking blacks and black men fucking white wives, and I said, “All of this seems strange to me, Darius. You hear so much about whites being biased against blacks, and yet so many of them are willing to humiliate themselves by being submissive to us. How can you explain that?”
Darius responded, “Fuck if I know, man, I’m not a fucking psychologist. Like I said before, maybe it’s because it seems taboo, or they just have a need to humiliate themselves, or maybe because it’s simply good sex. But I can tell you that I’ve had my cock sucked and cum swallowed by some of the biggest, good old boy rednecks you could imagine, and some even begged me to fuck their trashy fucking wives.”
My First Opportunity
I had my first opportunity to try connecting with a white man the next week, when I was working by myself on a small job plumbing a bathroom in a basement that the customer was finishing. Dan, a forty-five-year-old married man, was working from home as an electronic component manufacturer’s representative, and his wife was out of the home teaching at a nearby middle school.
It was a one-day job, and Dan had been down in the basement watching me and talking with me half the morning. He was friendly and made excuses to talk with me, by sometimes asking questions with obvious answers, and we had established a good rapport. It was mid-morning when I thought it was safe to make a fake call to my wife.
I acted like I was mostly listening to her, and occasionally apologizing and groveling about something I had done wrong. When I hung up, I said, “Whew, Dan, married life can be challenging. It doesn’t look like I’ll be getting any for a while.”
He smiled and said, “Yeah, I can feel for you, brother. My wife acts like that wet, furry thing between her legs is gold sometimes and doesn’t want to share. You seem like a fit, masculine man with needs, Caleb, and being black, I’ll bet you’re well-hung. So, what do you do when she cuts you off?”
Dan was being more obvious than I could have hoped for as a first experience with a while cock sucker, and I smiled as I replied, “I guess I try to find any wet and warm place I can to shove my cock into. But what makes you think I’m well hung?”
I rubbed and gripped my crotch as he nervously answered, “Well, uh, you know, uh, black men have a reputation for being well-hung, but I don’t know for sure if that’s true. Would you be willing to show me yours?”
He looked at me pleadingly, as I responded, “Sure, I guess so, Dan. I’ve got to piss, so why don’t we go to your guest bathroom upstairs, and you can watch me?”
We went upstairs and Dan’s eyes were bugging out of his head after I dropped my pants and underwear, and my big cock and balls were hanging and swinging in front of his face. I pulled his hand to my cock and said, “Here, Dan, you can aim it for me.”
I began pissing as he held my cock and fondled my balls with his other hand, and he said, “Oh my, Caleb, your cock is so thick and heavy, and I can feel the vibrations of your piss squirting out. Your wife has to be nuts not to let you fuck her with this big thing.”
My last squirt ended after about a minute, and I turned towards Dan, with my still dripping cock right in his face, and put my hand behind his head to pull his mouth onto my meat. He seemed hesitant at first, but then began sucking my cock as it quickly hardened to nine inches long.
I liked seeing him on his knees that way, but I wanted to be more comfortable. So, I said, “Let’s go into your family room, Dan, so we’ll be more comfortable.”
He was reluctant to pull away, but I sat on the couch with him on his knees between my legs, as he hungrily resumed sucking my meat. That was the first time anyone other than my wife had sucked my cock, and it felt so good, especially the way he was so eager to suck it.
I was close to ejaculating after about five minutes, and I held his head as I said, “Get ready to swallow, Danny boy, because I shoot huge loads, even at my age, and it’s going to be fun feeding you.”
He began sucking harder as my cock flexed and pulsed in his mouth, and he gagged a little when the first spurts of cum shot into his mouth. He continued sucking as my cock softened and he completely drained me. He pulled off my cock and began sucking my balls, even taking them into his mouth, one at a time, and playing with them with his tongue.
I had the feeling that he loved being subservient to me, and I held him there on his knees as I asked, “Is this your first time sucking black cock or any cock? And how did you get an interest in doing this?”
Dan replied, “I started out reading porn when I was going through a dry spell with my wife, and I learned that the interracial cuckold stories turned me on the most, with me envisioning my wife taking black cocks. Then I got turned on by the stories where white men sucked black men’s cocks, and I was overwhelmed by the idea of submitting myself to a black man. This was the first time for me, but it won’t be the last.”
I had plenty of time to finish the work at Dan’s home, even though he sucked me off again in the afternoon before his wife got home. I was emboldened and confident after my successful first attempt at getting a white man to suck my cock, and I set my sights on my white neighbors.
My Next-door Neighbors
My next-door neighbors, Ken, and his wife, Jolene, are kind of trashy, white rednecks two years older than me. We had always gotten along okay, for the ten years we knew them, and even though I got the feeling that he wasn’t that accepting of blacks in general, he always seemed friendly and engaging when he spoke with me and was disappointed when we couldn’t talk longer. Ken owns a small auto repair shop, and over the years we had traded favors. I got the best of the deal, with him repairing my cars, and me helping him with rare plumbing repairs.
Ken has his garage at home setup for doing some auto repair work, and as you might expect, he has several calendars from suppliers showing scantily clad white women, and some of them are big-boobed trashy women, who look similar to Jolene. She’s a full-figured woman at five feet and seven inches tall, weighing maybe one hundred and sixty pounds, and with her red hair and blue eyes, she looks a lot like the actress, Christina Hendricks, with her melon-sized, 36F, breasts and all.
He was a little crude, and I thought it would be easy to get into a sexual conversation with him, with those calendars to refer to. Ken was out working on a car in his garage on the Saturday after the week Dan sucked my cock, and I took a six-pack of beer with me when I went over to talk with him. He seemed a little surprised when I said, “Hi neighbor, it’s been a while since we’ve talked, and I brought a little refreshment with me. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”
He seemed happy to see me, and said, “Yeah, hi, Caleb, it has been a while. Come on in and have a seat.”
We sat on stools in front of his work bench and drank beer while we talked about the weather and neighborhood gossip for a while. When I was feeling a little buzzed and assumed that he was too, I started talking about my wife’s lack of sexual desire. I said, “I’m not getting much sex lately, since Jordan started going through menopause. Has that been an issue for you, Ken, since you guys are a couple of years older than us?”
He replied, “Yeah, it was kind of rough for a while when Jolene started going through that shit, but fortunately, she came out of it about a year later, and was hornier than ever. Now, I sometimes have trouble keeping up with her.”
I wanted to gauge Ken’s receptiveness to interracial sex, given his good old boy Mississippi upbringing, and pointed out a picture on one of the calendars that happened to look a lot like Jolene, saying, “Wow, Ken, I sure wouldn’t mind getting into that shit.”
He gave me a quizzical look, and asked, “Oh, so you like that white pussy, huh?”
I answered, “Yeah, and those humongous fucking tits too, but I’ve never experienced a white woman. I hope it doesn’t offend you hearing me talk about it.”
Ken said, “Nah, no problem, and Jolene has even told me that one of her girlfriends said that a lot of white women kind of like fucking big-cocked black men. No offense to you either, Caleb, but is it true what they say about black men being hung?”
The conversation was going nicely, and I tried to act naïve about it to help keep the topic going. I laughed before replying, “I don’t know if I can speak for the whole black race, Ken, but I’m not ashamed of what I have swinging between my legs. What have you heard about black men anyway?”
He looked a little embarrassed, when he said, “I just remember when I was younger, some of my buddies used to say that they wouldn’t want their girlfriends to have sex with a black man, for a lot of reasons, including having them become addicted to those bigger cocks. I don’t know how he knew this, but one buddy even said that it looks like black men might have larger cocks on soft, which makes them more appealing to look at swinging between their legs.”
He looked down when I rubbed my crotch, before I said, “Well, I think that part’s true about me, but I’m not so sure that all black men are hugely hung. I think it’s kind of a myth that white guys like to talk about. But I have to ask you. You said Jolene mentioned that her girlfriend was talking about white women liking to fuck black men. Does that mean that she experienced it herself?”
Ken responded, “Jolene might know, and I wouldn’t doubt it knowing how wild she is. I wouldn’t put it past her to try to talk Jolene into trying it too. But I’m a little curious about you now, Caleb. You said before that you weren’t ashamed of what you have swinging between your legs. If you don’t mind me asking, just how big are you?”
I could hardly believe how easy it was to interest Ken in my cock and to keep him talking about it. I wanted to press harder, and answered, “I don’t know if I’m comfortable describing it to you, Ken, but I can show you if you want. Just say the word.”
He was struggling with himself to admit that he wanted to ask to see my cock, and his face was a little reddened when he said, “I don’t know what you’ll think of me, but I would like to see it.”
I pushed my pants and underwear to my ankles and sat back on the stool, as Ken gawked at my big, thick cock hanging between my legs, over my balls that were hanging even lower. He said, “Holy fucking shit, Caleb, your cock is longer and thicker on soft than mine is on hard, and your balls are huge. You sure represent black men well, but how big does that thing get on hard?”
“If you want to see it on hard,” I said, “You’ll need to stroke it for me. After a dry spell, it’ll be nice to feel another hand on my cock.”
Ken gripped my cock, and it was hard in only a few seconds. He stroked it a few times, and said, “Damn, man, my fingers barely touch gripping your cock, and this thing is nine inches long. When you looked at that calendar and said that you ‘wouldn’t mind getting into some of that shit’, did you realize that she looks a lot like Jolene? Were you thinking about fucking my wife when you said that?”
I replied, “Fuck, Ken, we’re friends, and I don’t think I should come right out and admit that I was thinking about fucking your wife. But I damn sure like full-figured women like your wife and wouldn’t turn it down if it were offered to me. But why are you asking? Does that upset you?”
He responded, “No, Ken, I’m not upset. I was just thinking that if Jolene saw this big cock, she’d probably want to fuck you.”
I took the risk of getting a little nastier, saying, “Damn, neighbor, I wouldn’t turn that down, and I’d love to suck her big tits and breed her married white pussy for you. But you should at least suck it for me first.”
It never occurred to me that my redneck, white neighbor would suck a black cock, but he got on his knees in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. He struggled to take in the head and first few inches, and then he began sucking and fondling my balls. His eyes were closed part of the time, but it was an amazing feeling when he looked up at me, with his white mouth on my black cock, and I sensed the power I and my big cock had over him. He submitted himself to me so easily, and my friend, Darius, was right about how hungry some rednecks could be.
He sucked my cock for about ten minutes before I ejaculated, and even though I didn’t need to, I held his head in place as my cock throbbed and filled his mouth with cum. He had no choice but to swallow, and he kept sucking as my cock softened and was drained. Then he began sucking my balls, taking them into his mouth and sucking them all over, with my soft cock laying across his face.
When he finally finished sucking me, and moved up to sit on the stool, he said, “This is so embarrassing for me, Caleb, but I loved sucking your cock and balls, and shit, man, your cum load was huge. I’ll talk with Jolene about it tonight and am planning on inviting you over tomorrow afternoon to fuck her, after I make sure she approves. That’ll give her something to brag to her slutty girlfriend about.”
I wanted to be sure and said, “You’d better be sure about this, Ken. We’ve been good neighbors for a long time, and I don’t want to fuck that up if you get jealous and pissed off watching me push my big, black cock into Jolene’s sweet pussy and give her orgasm after orgasm. I won’t wear a condom either, so you’d be better be sure that you want me to flood your wife’s pussy with my cum.”
Ken said, “Yeah, I’m damn sure, Caleb, and whether she’s interested or not, I’d like to continue sucking you off from time to time when you’re feeling horny. You’ve got a beautiful cock, but damn, man, if my friends found out, I’d be laughed out of town. I’ll call you in the morning and invite you over if Jolene wants to fuck you.”
I laughed and said, “Okay, Ken, I’ll be ready. Just so you know, my friend told me that a lot of white, good old, Mississippi boys might act like they’re bigoted, but more of them than you know might have a taste for black cocks, just like you. So, I’m not so sure you’d be laughed out of town, and they might ask you to share.”
I got a call midmorning on Sunday, and Ken said, “Jolene and I would like for you to come over and help us with something, Caleb, something wet, hairy, and fat-lipped between her legs. We talked it over, and even though she teased me for being a cock sucker, she’s curious about your cock and impressed by my description of it.”
Ken wanted me over right away, and Jolene was wearing Daisy Duke shorts that were way to tight and a camisole top with no bra that her big tits were spilling out of. I said, “Thanks for inviting me over, Jolene. I’ve been attracted to you ever since I met you ten years ago, and I’m glad that you’re curious about black men, since Ken told me that your girlfriend has enjoyed being blacked.”
She’s trashy and crude, just like Ken, and said, “I could never tell anybody but Karen, my girlfriend, about this, but if Ken’s fucked up enough to suck you off, I’d damn sure like to feel your big, black cock in my married pussy. Let’s take this to our bedroom.”
I followed them to the bedroom, and as Jolene peeled off her shorts and top, I took off my t-shirt and shorts. I was as impressed looking at her sagging, melon-sized breasts and thick pussy lips showing through her red pubic hair as she was staring at my big cock and balls swinging between my legs.
We laid back on the bed as Ken sat in a chair, and she didn’t resist when I kissed her as I began fondling her breasts. She kissed me back with a wet, tongue-probing kiss, and then I moved down to suck her breasts and fondle them with one hand, as I rubbed and fingered her pussy with the other.
Jolene wanted to get into the action too, and she turned around until we were in a side-by-side sixty-nine, as I sucked her tasty pussy, and she sucked my cock. We sucked each other for a few minutes, and I loved my first taste of white pussy, but I pulled back as I said, “Your pussy tastes sweet and I love having my cock sucked, Jolene, but I want my first load of cum in your married pussy.”
She laid on her back with her legs spread as I turned around to mount her, and Ken moved down to the foot of the bed to watch, as I impaled his wife on my cock. She squirmed and moaned as I pushed inch after inch of my cock into her receptive, white pussy, and then she wrapped her legs around my ass and almost screamed, “Holy shit, Ken, I’ve never had my pussy stuffed full like this, and it feels so fucking good. Fuck me, Caleb, fuck me with your huge, black cock.”
I began fucking her with a passion, going balls deep on each stroke, as I alternated sucking her tits and kissing her, and Ken moved closer to the action between our legs. With all the excitement of fucking a white pussy and the previous sucking, I only lasted about four minutes, but I felt and heard that Jolene had already had two orgasms on my cock.
When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I buried my cock in her married pussy, and said, “Oh fuck, Jolene, I’m breeding you and inseminating your tight, wet pussy, and I love the feeling of pumping my black seed into your white womb.”
I kept stroking her with my deflating cock, and after a few minutes, I pulled out of her with a loud slurping sound and rolled to the side, as Ken moved between her legs and began sucking her pussy. Jolene looked down, and said, “Damn, baby, you really do love Caleb’s cum, and you might as well suck his cock clean next, so I can see it in your mouth.”
Ken had to be humiliated when I began kissing his wife again and fondling her huge breasts, as he sucked my cock and balls for far longer than it took just to clean me up. I stayed with them for another hour, as I alternated kissing Jolene and sucking her breasts, as Ken went from sucking my cock and balls to sucking her pussy, and then I fucked her again, leaving them with her pussy full of cum, after Ken cleaned me again.
I was emboldened to look for more white cock suckers and pussy after that, even though it became routine for me to fuck Jolene every Saturday, and Ken sucked me off at other times. I was two weeks after the first time I fucked Jolene, that I found my next cock sucker.
Getting Sucked at the Garden Center
I was working in my yard on a Saturday morning, when I decided to take my pickup truck and get a load of mulch for my flower beds. A white man, named Lester, followed me in his tractor to an isolated area of their ten-acre property to load my mulch, and it was easy to get into a sexualized conversation with him.
Lester seemed like a nice, older man, and after he finished putting a scoop of mulch into my truck, he walked up for me to sign the pickup ticket, as I was sitting in my truck with my door open. I decided to use a different approach than talking about my wife not putting out, and said, “You seem like a nice man, Lester, and it’s refreshing not having to deal with some of the fucking bigots who have it out for blacks. What makes you so different?”
He smiled and said, “It’s the way I was raised, I guess. From a young boy I was taught to treat everyone with respect, regardless of their color or background, and I had a lot of black friends growing up. We all got along, despite some of the teasing I got about our differences.”
I asked, “What kinds of differences are you talking about?”
He suddenly looked shy and seemed embarrassed, as he answered, “Well, it all seems silly now, at this stage of my life, but we went skinny-dipping down at the river in our junior and senior years of high school, and since most of us were maturing or had matured physically by then, it was obvious that my black friends had matured much more than me, if you know what I mean. So anyway, I got teased since I didn’t have as much swinging between my legs as them.”
It was amazing how just by being friendly and asking a couple of questions got him to open up like that. I wanted to find out more, and lied, saying, “This is interesting to me, Lester, because I had similar experiences with some of my white friends in high school. Some of the teasing worked out well for a couple of my black friends and me, too. Were there any significant outcomes from your teasing?”
He replied, “Well, you know, boys can be boys, and they tried to get me to touch them and even more, but that was a long time ago. What did your white friends do when you teased them?”
I laughed and responded, “We were lucky, and got the boys to, as you said, do ‘even more’. That was a good source of relief for us boys before we started getting some pussy, even some sweet white pussy. That was a long time ago for me too, and now that I’m older, I kind of wish I could run into some of my old white friends, to see if they still have the hunger for it. But tell me the truth, Lester, did you give in to their teasing and help them out too?”
Lester thought for a few seconds, and answered, “That’s a very personal question, but I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. I touched them, and that was it. But honestly, as I look back now, I kind of wish I had done more.”
We had been talking and dancing around the topic, without having said the words cock or sucking, but I knew that we both knew what we were talking about. I took his last comment as a veiled invitation, and started unfastening my pants as I said, “It looks like we both might be able relive, and in your case improve on, our experiences from high school. What do you say, Lester, do you want to try what you didn’t do back then?”
I was sitting in my truck seat facing out, and pushed my pants and underwear below my knees, and Lester just stared at my heavily hanging cock and balls for a few seconds. I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer, saying, “Come on, Lester, I’m really horny today, and would love to feel my cock in a white mouth again after all these years, and have a load sucked out of me.”
He had a glazed looked in he eyes as he dropped to his knees in front of me, and just before taking my cock into his mouth, he said, “Damn, man, you do have a beautiful, big cock, and I’d love to suck it for you.”
Lester began sucking my cock as I held his head and stroked his mouth, and he really got into it, reaching up to hold my ass to give him leverage to help pull my meat into his mouth. He sucked me for about five minutes, and when I ejaculated, he was gurgling and choking on my big load of cum, as he swallowed it.
He sucked my softening cock for a few more minutes, and then said, “Oh shit, man, I loved that, and wish that I had sucked my black friends back in high school. One of them still lives in the area, and I’m going to be looking him up to revisit old times.”
Getting My Cock into Frank’s Mouth
I fucked Jolene on Saturday afternoon, and Ken sucked me off again on Sunday morning, and I was horny again by Monday at work. It seemed like the more sex I had with white mouths and pussy, the hornier I got. It just so happened that I was paired with Frank for a job on Monday, the same Frank that Darius told me was sucking his cock. I decided that I didn’t need to bullshit him to coax him to suck my cock, since he was already accustomed to sucking Darius.
We were working on a new home under construction, and there weren’t any other tradesmen around when we took our lunch break, sitting on a pile of lumber. We had finished our lunches and were talking about sports, when I rubbed my crotch, and said, “
I’ve got a huge trouser snake here, Frank, looking for a warm, white mouth, and Darius told me that you’ve acquired a taste for black cocks and cum. Be a good boy and suck out a load for me before we get back to work.”
It was amazing how easily he dropped to his knees as I pushed down my pants and underwear, and within seconds I had my cock in his mouth. He was hugging my ass with one hand to keep his balance, and I noticed that he was rubbing his crotch with the other, obviously turned on by sucking me.
I decided to have a little fun with him, and said, “You’re doing a nice job on my cock, Frank, and now I want you to push down your pants and let me watch you jerk off your little white dick while you feed from my cock.”
He did as I told him, and I looked down to see him stroking what looked like a thin, four-inch dick, and I said, “Damn, Frank, I can see why you’re attracted to black fuck meat.”
Frank sucked my cock for over five minutes before I held his head and flooded his cock sucking mouth with my huge load of cum. He swallowed and kept sucking for more, just as I saw his dick ejaculating onto the floor. I would have had him suck my sweaty balls, but we needed to get back to work.
As we were getting dressed, he said, “Damn, Caleb, you’re better hung than Darius, and you definitely shoot a bigger load. I love your big cock, man, and we’ll have to do this again when we have more time, and I can suck your big balls.”
Fucking a Female Customer and More
On Wednesday of that week, I was working with three other plumbers on a rehab project in an old condominium. They had suffered several, big plumbing leaks, due to the old, substandard plumbing, and we came in after carpenters tore into walls to expose the piping, so we could replace it.
Each of the units required about six hours of work, and I was working in a unit with an attractive, white, married woman, named Kate, who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She had big tits and was wearing a tight t-shirt with no bra and tight yoga shorts which exposed her thick-lipped camel toe. She had been sitting with me and talking to me, instead of going about her own business, and I was taken with her beauty and the aroma of her perfume.
We had been talking about a variety of mundane topics, and she had mentioned that her husband was out of town on business for a few days. Then, out of the blue, she said, “You know, Caleb, I grew up in Biloxi, and although I knew a lot of black kids in elementary and high school, I have to admit that I never talked much with them or got to know any of them very well. I know I’m not racist or anything, it’s just that I had other friends.”
I didn’t respond, and she continued, “I had a white girlfriend, named Karen, who dated black boys in high school, and she had some interesting things to say about those boys, how attracted they were to white girls, and how aggressive they could be on dates. It’s been fun talking with and getting to know you a little, Caleb, and after what my friend said about those black boys, I’m a little surprised at how polite you’ve been.”
That was a good opening for me, and I said, “Pardon me for saying so, ma’am, but your husband must be a little nuts to leave a beautiful, young woman like you home alone, especially when he knew you’d have a black plumber in here working all day. And just so you know, I have been on my best behavior.”
She teased me back, asking, “Oh my, Caleb, do you really think I’m beautiful? And what would I have to worry about with a nice, handsome man like you here, who probably has a lovely wife at home taking care of your needs?”
I liked the way the conversation was going, and answered, “You’re too young to know what happens to women when they go through menopause. Those hormonal changes cause some women to have higher libidos, but from talking with men friends of mine, it seems like most are affected with lower libidos. So, I do have a lovely wife at home, who has lost interest, if you know what I mean, Kate? But tell me more about those interesting things your girlfriend told you about black boys.”
Kate blushed a little as she said, “Karen was, shall we say, very receptive to having sex after she turned sixteen and started taking birth control pills. She dated a lot of white boys before she started dating blacks and told me that the black boys were much less interested in the romantic bullshit than white boys and were aggressive about getting her to have sex with them, which she liked, by the way.”
I stopped soldering the pipe I was working on, openly rubbed my crotch, and smiled at Kate as she continued, “And they weren’t just insistent on her having sex with them, they were also aggressive at making love, and seemed to be able to go longer and harder than the white boys, giving her multiple orgasms. But she was most excited about the size of their, uh, you know, their genitals, which were on average larger than the white boys. A big, handsome, black man like you, Caleb, must know what I’m talking about. Did you have any experiences with white girls in high school or with white women since then?”
She watched as I continued rubbing my crotch, and answered, “Unfortunately, I didn’t have any experiences with white girls in high school, but some of my friends did. And they told me that the white boys didn’t want to have anything to do with those white girls after they had been with black boys, which was better for them.
“I have to admit, though, that I’ve recently had luck with my neighbor’s white wife. It’s a little bit of a more involved situation, but after she found out about the size of my equipment, we’ve been getting together about once a week, and her husband even participates. It all started when I talked with a black friend of mine from work about my wife’s low libido, and he told me that he’s had a lot of success with white women and men who have a thing for well-hung, black men.”
Kate had a glazed look on her face and her voice was throaty as she said, “I was hoping you’d have an interest in having sex with me. After hearing Karen brag so much about her experiences with black men. She told me that white boys didn’t want to have anything to do with her either, after she had been with blacks, and she married a black man who shares her with three of his black friends, I want that experience too.”
I wanted to make sure she was serious, and said, “My goodness, Kate, that’s an offer I can’t refuse, but what about your husband and the fact that you look so ripe for fucking and you’re in your prime reproductive years. I won’t wear a condom, and it would make me happy to give you my black baby to raise. So, you’d better be sure about this and know that just getting your pretty white mouth on my cock would be almost as good for me.”
She moved over to kiss me, a deep, tongue-probing kiss, as she rubbed my crotch, before pulling back to say, “My husband knows all about my friend with the black husband who also fucks his black friends, and he’s sometimes teased me about getting a taste of black. I don’t know if he’s serious, but I sure as fuck am, and I want to taste your cock and feel it inside me. And just so you know, I’m not on birth control any longer since we’re trying to start a family, but I just finished my period four days ago, and should be safe.”
Kate stood up and took my hand, leading me to her bedroom, and we stood by the end of the bed and kissed, as I rubbed her thick camel toe with one hand and her full 34DD breasts with the other, and she rubbed my cock. Then we undressed each other, before laying back on the bed, as we kissed, and I pressed my hardening cock against her thigh.
I slid down to lick and suck her big breasts, sucking hard to mark her by giving her hickeys around her areolas, and after about ten minutes, I moved farther down to suck her hairy, thick-lipped pussy. That’s when she turned around to put us into a side-by-side sixty-nine, and she took my cock into her mouth as I sucked her juicy, white pussy.
She was moaning and squirming and sucking as my cock reached its full hardness, until I pulled away from her tasty pussy to say, “You’d better slow down a little, girl, or I’m going to be flooding your pretty mouth with cum.”
Kate pulled away after that, and turned around and onto her back, as she said, “Oh fuck no, Caleb, I want your first load in my married pussy. Fuck me, baby, fuck me and breed me like the black cock slut I am.”
I was surprised that she was using such strong, submissive language, almost like she was performing and verbalizing a dark fantasy, but I mounted her and pushed my big cock into her receptive, married, white pussy. She bucked against me and wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me almost all the way inside her on the first stroke, and I began kissing her as I fucked her sweet, young pussy.
It didn’t take me long to cum that first time, and after about three minutes I broke our kiss to say, “You’d better be sure about this, Kate, because I shoot big loads, and I’ll flood your pretty, little pussy with my black cream and seed.”
She was very vocal again, almost she was going out of her way to excite and entice me, by screaming out, “Oh shit, fuck me, fuck me , fuck me, fuck me hard, Caleb, and breed my married white pussy!”
There was no stopping after that, and I buried my cock to the balls in her pussy as it pulsed and throbbed, filling her to the brim with my cum. I stayed in her, slowly fucking her with my deflating cock in our combined fuck slime, until she kissed me again before looking past me and saying, “See, I told you, Steven, that I could convince this black plumber to breed my married, white pussy, and you’d better keep stroking your little dick if you want to get off.”
I looked back, with my cock still in Kate, to see who must have been her husband, Steven, standing at the foot of the bed stroking his pitiful, thin, five-inch dick. He appeared to be a five feet and ten inch tall, one-hundred-and-sixty-pound, asshole who was getting off watching me breed his beautiful wife. I rolled off Kate without saying anything, and he moved between her widespread legs and began sucking my cum from her just-fucked pussy.
She leaned over to kiss me while he was still eating her out, and then said, “Steven has always loved eating me out after we fuck, and a couple of months ago, after hearing me talk so much about my friend and all the black men fucking her, he started fantasizing about what it would be like to eat me out after a big-cocked, black man fucks me. And from the way he’s slurping up your cream, I wouldn’t doubt that he’ll suck your cock clean too.”
I slid down and sucked Kate’s breasts as her husband continued cleaning her pussy, and then he moved over to suck my cock and balls clean. But he didn’t stop at just cleaning me, he spent several minutes sucking my balls, before taking my cock fully into his mouth and sucking it to hardness, as Kate laughed, and said, “Damn, Steven, I should have known you’d be all in for sucking Caleb’s cock, for your own enjoyment and to thank him for giving me such a great fuck.”
We talked after Steven fully cleaned and sucked me, and Kate admitted how Steven had been hiding in the bedroom the whole time, waiting for her to talk me into fucking her, which was not a problem for me. I was the fulfillment of their fantasies, and they made it clear that they wanted me to come over on a regular basis to fuck her and let him suck my cock.
As I was putting my clothes on, while both remained naked, I said, “I’ve got about an hour’s worth of work left on your plumbing, and by then I’ll be ready for you two to take care of my plumbing again. You’ve got just about the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever tasted or fucked, Kate, and I’ll be over here to fuck that tight, wet thing as often as I can.”
Steven sucked my cock and balls to get me hard to fuck Kate the second time that afternoon, and I let them know when I was leaving that I’d like it if they could find some other married ladies who’d like to be fucked too. That led to her inviting her friend with the black husband over, and I’ve been fucking both regularly, at least once a week each, for the past three years.
After those experiences of fucking my neighbor, Kate, and her friend, as well as having all those men suck my cock, I was more confident and successful than ever at finding sexually submissive, hungry, white men and women to suck and fuck me. It was easier than I could have imagined, and I’ve got Darius to thank for opening my eyes to reality of many white men and women having fantasies about sucking and fucking big-cocked black men.
