Mrs. Abbott led me up the long, semi-circular staircase, and I got an even better view of her stunning ass as it swayed and jiggled in front of my eyes. Even though Mrs. Abbott had made it fairly clear earlier in her proposal of an ‘apology blowjob’ that only her mouth and tits were on offer, I just couldn’t help but reach out and grab that gorgeous ass. She looked over her shoulder at me, grinning, but said nothing, so I continued to grope the most amazing ass I had ever been lucky enough to get my hands on.
Upstairs, she grabbed my cock, fondling my balls with her fingernails, as she led me down the hallway, my right hand still glued to that fabulous ass.
As she led me by my cock, I got the distinct feeling that I was the ‘hired help’, a piece of meat, the young black stud, to be used by my richer elders and betters for their own pleasure. Historically speaking, it was perhaps a rather troubling image. In Mrs. Abbott’s case, I was certainly willing to let it slide.
We turned left into what was clearly the master bedroom.
It was huge, larger than my entire apartment. The bed was enormous. On each side of the room, there was a separate walk-in dressing room and closet, one for Mrs. Abbott and one for her husband. How the other half lived!
In addition, there was a large en-suite bathroom on the left (his), and another on the right (hers). Each door to the bathrooms had a full-length mirror attached.
“Oh my god! There it is!” Mrs. Abbott exclaimed, briefly letting go of my cock and rushing over to a bedside cabinet.
She picked up a little handbag from the cabinet and pulled out her purse.
“Can you believe it?” she smiled sheepishly.
Did I believe it? Not for a minute.
“It was here all along!” Mrs. Abbott chuckled, opening her purse, “Well, here’s that $100 I owe you. I’ll leave it here for you.”
She placed it on the bedside cabinet, pulled some more money from her purse, and then came back to embrace me and hold my cock once more.
“Now there’s another $300 here for you, if you can do one last job for me,” she grinned.
“And what would that entail?” I asked, already pretty certain what her answer was going to be.
“I want to ride that gorgeous big black dick of yours, all the way to a screaming orgasm, of course,” Mrs. Abbott whispered in my ear, “And after that, you can fuck me anyway you want. What do you think, stud?”
Her huge tits were pressing against my chest, and she had both hands on my aching cock. Was there any guy in the world who would have turned down this opportunity? I certainly wasn’t going to be the first.
“Of course,” I replied, with a grin.
Mrs. Abbott kissed me on the cheek and then, with a beaming smile, slapped me on the ass. She placed the $300 on top of the $100 bill on the bedside cabinet.
“Good boy! Now get into bed, keep that dick pointing up at the ceiling, and I’ll be right back,” she said excitedly, crossing the bedroom toward her walk-in closet, “Remember, Marlon, this is our naughty little secret, you can’t tell anyone about this.”
“Yes, I understand,” I replied, as I moved to sit on the side of the huge bed.
Mrs. Abbott disappeared into the walk-in closet for a moment, reappeared with something in her hands, and immediately went into her en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I placed my glass of Long Island iced tea on the bedside cabinet, which was clearly her husband’s side of the bed. I swung my legs up onto the bed, sitting against the cushioned headboard.
I have to say, life felt pretty good at this point. I was in the bed of an extremely wealthy man, drinking his booze, and about to fuck his stunning, busty, horny wife.
A moment later, Mrs. Abbott reappeared from the en-suite bathroom. Her bikini panties had been discarded. All she wore now was a pair of black hold-up stockings, high heels, and her wedding ring. She looked incredible.
The mirrored bathroom door closed by itself behind her, so that I could see my own reflection.
Mrs. Abbott’s pussy was fully shaven. She grinned at me as she walked toward the door to the hallway, crossing the entire room. My eyes followed her every move, and she knew it.
“You like these?” Mrs. Abbott asked, pointing to her stockings.
I nodded, a big smile on my face, as I grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times.
“Mmm, I thought you might,” she chuckled.
I watched every bounce and jiggle of her incredible boobs, of her amazing ass. What a stunning-looking woman. She closed and locked the bedroom door, turned, and sauntered sexily toward the bed. Christ, those tits were huge!
Mrs. Abbott climbed onto the foot of the bed and, on her hands and knees, slowly crawled toward me, a big smile on her face.
She took my cock in her hand and immediately took me in her mouth. She noisily sucked and slobbered on the head of my dick, ensuring I quickly returned to maximum hardness.
As she sucked away, I suddenly noticed she wore a silver necklace. It had a little black pendant that hung down, bouncing across the bedsheet as her head bobbed up and down. She had not been wearing it before, so I assumed she had put it on in the bathroom when she changed into her stockings. Curious, I reached forward to examine the pendant.
I smiled to myself when I realised what it was. The little black pendant was in the shape of a spade, like on a pack of playing cards, with a silver border. It had a silver Q embossed in the middle.
I knew this was a ‘Queen Of Spades’ symbol, an item that some white women wore on jewellery, clothing, or even as a tattoo, when they wanted to advertise the fact they were interested in black men. Many black men would find the term ‘spade’ an offensive racial slur, but when being worn in this manner by a hot, busty married woman, I was certainly willing to overlook it.
“You like that?” Mrs. Abbott chuckled as she came up for air, looking at the pendant in my hand, “An old boyfriend gave it to me many years ago.”
“Is that right?” I replied.
“Yeah, it’s been hidden at the back of my jewellery box since before I was married,” Mrs. Abbott continued, giggling as she kissed my shaft, “Not that my husband would know what it means if he ever found it. I thought I would wear it for you, it seemed appropriate. Sadly, it hasn’t had an airing for so long.”
I pushed her head back onto my raging hard-on, and she happily sucked me again for some time.
Finally, it seemed she was done sucking, as she came up for air, winking at me. She shuffled forward and then clambered to sit astride me. She kissed me full on the lips as she held the head of my cock, stroking it back and forth over her pussy lips.
“Oh, this is what I’ve been waiting for,” she whispered, almost as if talking to herself.
Mrs. Abbott inserted the rigid head of my dick inside herself. She then lowered herself onto me, slowly sliding down my shaft.
“Oh fuck, yessss,” she cried out, a huge smile spreading across her face.
Mrs. Abbott began to slowly bounce up and down on my cock, as she began to enjoy my full length and girth. She whimpered and gasped as she rode me. I shoved my face in her tits, licking and sucking at her nipples, my hands on her hips.
“Oh, Marlon! You’re so big!” Mrs. Abbott gasped, her hands on my chest, “Oh, I’ve missed this. Fuck!”
She bounced away to her heart’s content, still sporting a huge grin across her face. I could feel how wet Mrs. Abbott’s pussy was as she slid up and down my shaft. I nibbled on her nipples as they danced in front of my eyes.
“Holy fuck, this is good,” she cried out, giggling as she rode my thick black cock.
She soon began to increase her tempo, more urgent now. She sighed and whimpered as she bounced up and down. I grabbed and fondled her huge tits, which she seemed to enjoy greatly.
Mrs. Abbott’s whimpers soon became moans as she rode my cock faster and harder.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she cried, her tits a bouncing blur now.
She was clearly having the time of her life, as was I.
“Fucking big black dick…” she muttered under her quickening breath, but the rest of it was unintelligible.
I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto my cock, whilst simultaneously thrusting up into her sopping wet pussy. I felt like a king, making such a sexy older married woman act like she was the star of some porn movie.
“Oh fuck! Jesus!” Mrs. Abbott cried out.
No, that ain’t Jesus, lady. That’s Marlon’s prime big D doing that to you.
“Oh, Christ! Yes, yes, yesss,” she screamed out as she finally orgasmed, collapsing on top of me.
I held her in my arms for a moment, as she breathed heavily, still sighing happily.
Finally Mrs. Abbott sat up, and I could see a tear had run down her cheek. I brushed it away as she giggled.
“Oh, Marlon, I needed that,” she chuckled, kissing me, “I mean, I really, really needed that! Oh, thank you, darling, that was such a great fuck!”
She then rolled off me and onto her back, spreading her legs.
“Now come here and fuck me,” Mrs. Abbott grinned, pulling me on top of her, “Give me a nice, good hard pounding, darling. Don’t worry, I can take it as hard as you can give it to me, I won’t break!”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grinned.
Mrs. Abbott had been fairly submissive when giving me a blowjob out by the pool. But clearly she liked being the boss in bed, and when it was with a young man with a big, thick, rigid-hard black cock, even more so it seemed. I pushed my cock inside her, and her eyes lit up.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she gasped, her legs spreading wider to accommodate me, “I fucking love black cock!”
I sank my whole length inside her; her smile spread as wide as her legs. I began giving Mrs. Abbott the pounding she had asked for, had paid for.
She moaned and whimpered at each thrust. I loved watching my thick black shaft emerge from tight wet pussy before I plunged it back in again and again.
God, Mrs. Abbott was sex-on-legs. Gorgeous, slim – but not skinny, with a stunning ass and huge fucking tits. She was well spoken and well-mannered. But apparently, if you got her within striking distance of a young, thick black dick and she became cock-struck whore with a pretty filthy mouth – just my type.
“Oh yes, fuck me, fill me up!” she cried, her hands reaching down to my flexing buttocks to encourage me further, “Gimme that fucking huge black dick! Aw, fuck yes!”
For a moment, I wondered about Mr. Abbott, wherever he was, probably in some office somewhere. Blissfully unaware his beloved wife was on her back in their bed, her stocking-clad legs spread high in the air, as some nineteen-year-old black thug pounded away at her pussy. He had no idea the type of moans and cries of ecstasy that his wife was currently making, noises I’d bet he’d never managed to make her produce, as she enjoyed every inch of my thick black cock. It gave me a real thrill knowing I was the first to make his wife act like this in such a long time.
I began pounding away harder and faster at that rich white twat, excited by the thought that I had seen Mrs. Abbott do and say things that her husband would surely never experience.
“Ahh, God, yes! Yes, just like that!” Mrs. Abbott groaned, her tits dancing across her chest in time to my thrusts, “Fuck! Oh, you lovely big boy. You fucking big, big boy.”
Again, her use of the term ‘boy’ might have troubled some. For a moment, I imagined it could have been a term used by some white plantation owner to his black slaves back in the day. I then briefly imagined what it would have been like if Mrs. Abbott had been around during those times.
I imagined her sneaking out of her husband’s bed at night once he had fallen asleep. She would quietly head down to the slave quarters, choose her favourite young stud, and run off to the barn with him. There she would strip for him, before sucking his huge black dick and then fucking his brains out.
But Mrs. Abbott didn’t mean any insult. She seemed pretty cool, despite her upbringing by a racist father. Having said all that, I was so fucking horny right now, she could have called me the N-word, and I still would have carried on screwing her! Damn, this woman was hot.
I continued pounding in and out of Mrs. Abbott’s soaking wet pussy. I pulled her ankles up on top of my shoulders so I could fuck her even deeper. She seemed to enjoy this even more and began screaming in delight, and crying out filthy obscenities.
“Yes, fuck me! You fucking big black stud! Jesus Christ, fuck!” Mrs. Abbott groaned before screaming in ecstasy as she orgasmed once again.
I rolled off Mrs. Abbott and held her in my arms, as she breathed heavily, trying to recover. Eventually, she kissed me, as her hands returned to my cock and balls.
“Oh, Marlon, you’re such a great fuck, darling,” she giggled, her tits pressing against my chest, “You’re incredible!”
“Thank you, Mrs. Abbott,” I replied, kissing her back, “You’re amazing too.”
“Aw, you’re very sweet, thank you. But I mean it, you’re one of the best fucks I ever had, and I’ve had quite a few!” she chuckled, “You’re quite handsome, you know, and your body is just so young and firm and just… gorgeous! And then there’s that dick.”
We both laughed.
“I mean, it’s so big and hard. So thick, just what I need,” Mrs. Abbott continued, “I love it. And you know just what a woman wants from a guy with a huge dick.”
“And what is that?” I asked, intrigued.
“To get pounded at. Hard. And fast. And deep,” she grinned.
She kissed me again, long and wet.
“Now, I did make you a promise earlier, but I got sidetracked by your huge cock,” she chuckled, looking lovingly down at my aching, hard dick, “What do you want now, darling? You can have whatever you want.”
What an offer. I knew what I wanted next, of course.
“Come here,” I told her, as I turned her over onto her front.
I got up on my knees on the bed and pulled her hips up toward me.
“Yeah? You want me like that, darling?” Mrs. Abbott purred, looking over her shoulder at me, as I rubbed the head of my cock up against her pussy lips.
“Yeah, I wanna stare at that stunning ass of yours slapping up against me while I fuck you,” I told her, grinning, “I wanna see those huge tits of yours swaying back and forth while I screw you from behind.”
“Oh, you are a naughty boy! I like that,” she sighed, as I forced the full length of my shaft inside her, and roughly grabbed the back of her neck, “Oh yeah, that’s it, baby, take charge of me. I love being fucked like this!”
It seemed Mrs. Abbott was a lady of many tastes. She had liked being in charge earlier, and riding the hired, black ‘help’. Now she wanted to be dominated by the young-and-hung black thug from the wrong side of town.
I pounded away at her pussy, marvelling at the wonderful sight of her incredible ass bouncing back and forth against me. I looked up to see our reflection in the mirror attached to Mrs. Abbott’s en-suite bathroom. She was grinning back at me, her gorgeous, perfect big breasts swaying back and forth in time to my thrusts. I continued to roughly hold the back of her neck, as she was clearly enjoying being treated that way.
She was breathing heavily and continued muttering her own brand of well-spoken dirty talk. I slapped her hard on the ass a few times.
“Oh yes, I love that, slap my ass and fuck me! Screw me with that fucking big black dick,” Mrs. Abbott mumbled quietly, almost to herself, “Such a fucking thick, thick cock. I love it!”
I slapped her ass again, and she squealed in delight. She began panting heavily, and I noticed her hands tightened into fists on the white sheets beneath her.
“Aw, gawd! I’m coming again!” Mrs. Abbott cried out, “Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, yesss…”
In the mirror, I could see her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip as she went quiet for a moment. I felt her pussy walls pulsating on my shaft as she orgasmed for a third time. She mumbled something unintelligible as she began to collapse onto the bed.
But I immediately pulled her back up by the back of her neck, and began pounding away at her pussy again, harder and faster now.
“Oh Jesus! You’re insatiable!” Mrs. Abbott cried out, grinning back at me in the mirror, “Oh, Marlon, you’re an animal! A gorgeous, young, hung, animal!”
“Oh fuck, yeah!” I moaned, “Fucking lovely… lovely big tits and ass!”
I was getting close now. I had managed to hold on this long, who knows how? I think I just really wanted to please Mrs. Abbott, but it was all too much now. I was going to come very soon, and nothing on earth could prevent it.
Mrs. Abbott sensed it too, being a woman of some experience.
“Oh yes, Marlon! You wanna come inside me, baby?” she grinned, looking right at me through the reflection in the mirror, “You can if you want. But I bet I know what you’d prefer.”
Mrs. Abbott then turned over onto her back, her head propped up on the pillows next to the plush headboard.
“Come here, baby. Slap that fucking huge black cock in here,” she purred, pushing her tits together, “This is what you really wanted, isn’t it?”
I nodded and moved to straddle her torso, pushing my aching, hard dick in between her stunning, huge melons.
“Yeah, that’s it, fuck my titties, darling,” Mrs. Abbott said, smirking up at me, “You’ve been staring at them since we met, naughty boy. I bet you’ve been thinking about fucking my tits all afternoon, haven’t you?”
I nodded as I slid my cock back and forth between her two big handfuls of tit-flesh. I didn’t need any lube; my cock was plenty wet with Mrs. Abbott’s pussy juice.
“You know, I reckon just about every man I’ve ever caught staring down my cleavage dreamed about being where you are right now, fucking my tits,” she giggled, “But, my husband not withstanding, only real special men like you get to actually do it. Special men who… measure up to my exacting standards.”
Mrs. Abbott laughed again, as I continued fucking her amazing huge boobs. I was real close now, and all the dirty talk from this incredible, busty MILF was just increasing the speed at which I would get there.
“You know, my husband just loves doing this to me,” she grinned, winking up at me.
“I fucking bet he does!” I panted.
“Of course, what he’s working with just doesn’t compare to your gorgeous, big, thick young cock!” she giggled.
Mrs. Abbott looked directly down between her cleavage, at the head of my engorged, straining cock as it moved within an inch of her face. She leaned forward a little, pursing her lips to kiss the head of my cock at the end of each of my thrusts.
“Marlon, I’m gonna let you do something… something I deny even to my husband,” she purred, grinning, “I know you want to, you young men love that sort of thing. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, darling?”
I was pretty sure I did, and as I felt my balls tighten, I looked down at the sight of my cock moving toward Mrs. Abbott’s gorgeous, smiling face. Fuck, whether she was giving me permission or not, it was gonna happen anyway. I thrust my dick in between her gorgeous, big tits one last time.
“Aww, fuck!” I moaned and finally erupted, sending one long spurt of white-hot spunk across her lips and chin.
“Yeah, splash it all over, darling,” she giggled, as a second spurt hit her left cheek and forehead, “Good boy!”
My subsequent spurts of come spattered over her nose and right cheek, and the remainder dribbled out over her tits. I looked down on my work, now complete, rather satisfied with myself.
Mr Abbott’s wife now looked like a genuine busty MILF at the end of a porn movie, having had a proper good hard fucking from a big black cock, just like she desperately needed, and had the young spunk all over her face and tits to prove it. Job done.
I slapped my cock on her face one last time.
“Bad boy!” Mrs. Abbott giggled, pushing my dick away and getting up from the bed, as I slapped her on the ass.
She then stood in front of the mirror on the bathroom door, admiring my handiwork.
“What a mess you’ve made!” she grinned, looking back at me, “Well, I’m going to get cleaned up. Then I want to talk to you about your future.”
Mrs. Abbott then disappeared into her en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind her. I soon heard the shower running.
I wondered what she had meant about my future. Presumably, she wanted to see me again? I was certainly up for that.
Mrs. Abbott soon returned from her shower. She had ditched the high heels and stockings, and now wore nothing but her wedding ring and that ‘Queen Of Spades’ pendant. She climbed back into bed, snuggling up as I put my arm around her.
“So, Marlon,” Mrs. Abbott sighed, kissing me, “What am I to do with you?”
I grinned, kissing her back, not really knowing what she was asking exactly.
“Well, firstly, I want you to know that of course I want to see you again,” she chuckled, turning toward me, her huge tits pressing against my chest, “I mean, you’re such a great fuck, darling. You think we can make a little arrangement?”
“Er… sure, I guess. What were you thinking?” I replied, intrigued.
“Well, I was thinking we could make this a regular thing? A couple of hours, one afternoon a week?” Mrs. Abbott continued, “And I could still slip you the $300, you know?”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, intrigued.
“Yeah, I mean, I know you like me, and we would enjoy being together. It’s not about the money,” she explained, “But it’s just about your time. You know, you gotta come all the way out here, and I’m taking you away from your door-to-door sales.”
“Yeah, I understand,” I nodded, kissing her again, turning on my side to face her.
“So, we’re agreed then?” she asked, her left hand moving to grip my buttocks.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Good, I’m happy we’ve done a deal,” Mrs. Abbott giggled, “That big black cock of yours is gonna be all mine once a week!”
“Sure is,” I grinned.
What an amazing day this had been. What a turnaround in fortunes, both sexually and financially!
“Now, what’s all this about you saving up for a car?” she asked sternly, “About heading out on the road across America? Once you have enough money?”
I had forgotten I had told her this outside her front door. It was a sales tactic I often used to convince the nervous white rich trophy wives of Churchill gated community that the young black man before them was saving up to achieve a goal, not spend it all on drink or worse. I’m sure not all of them thought like that, but I was pretty sure some of them did. What to say about it now?
“Yeah, that’s right,” I lied.
It was a little lie really. I did want to save for a car, but had no plans to drive across America looking for my fortune.
“No, no Marlon, I can’t have that now, can I?” Mrs. Abbott said, shaking her head, “We’ve only just met. And I need you. I need you for the foreseeable future in my bed once a week.”
She giggled, her right hand moving to grip my shaft.
“Well, I’d love that Mrs. Abbott. But $300 a week, I mean, it’s great and all,” I explained, “But it’s not exactly a lot to live on. At some point, I gotta find something else, you know?”
“Yes, I agree, that’s what I was thinking about in the shower,” she grinned, stroking my cock, “Alright, I’ll make it $400, but I really can’t pay you anymore than that. I can easily hide a $400 spend every week from my husband. But much more than that might eventually arouse his suspicions, you know?”
Well, I was now up another $100. But even though I really had no plans to head out across America, an extra $400 a week on top of my door-to-door sales wasn’t going to get me out of the place I was living in any time soon. Or allow me to quit my evening job at the fast-food joint, a job I had come to loathe. Still, at least I would have a lot of fun ‘earning’ that $400.
“But I understand, $400 a week isn’t enough to live on,” Mrs. Abbott continued, “But what if I could find a way for you to earn more than that? Could that keep you here in town permanently?”
“I dunno, I guess it depends on what I’d be doing,” I replied, “Are you saying you’re trying to get me a job? Like… like at your husband’s company or something?”
“No, no dear. That wouldn’t work,” she giggled, “Besides, your talents lie elsewhere. I have a friend here in Churchill. I mean, I have a lot of friends here, but I’m thinking of one in particular.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, once again intrigued.
“Yeah. Sabrina and I talk about everything, and I mean everything,” she continued, “I know that, like me, she’s not exactly happy with her sex life with her husband. And I know that she wouldn’t be averse to…”
“To what?” I asked.
“Well, to put it bluntly, Marlon, she wouldn’t be averse to having a gorgeous young black guy with a huge dick coming over to her house when her husband’s away and fucking her brains out all afternoon, you know?” Mrs. Abbott whispered in my ear, “I’m sure she’d compensate you for your time in a similar fashion?”
“Really?” I replied, rather dumbfounded.
“Yeah, and don’t worry, Sabrina is just your type. Forty years old, blonde, slim, with a great ass and big tits,” she giggled, kissing me, “I know what you like, darling.”
“You… you’d be okay with that?” I asked.
“Of course. Anything to keep you busy and productive!” she chuckled, “I’ll call Sabrina tonight and tell her a nice hot young guy is going to knock on her door tomorrow trying to sell her towels, and that she should definitely invite him in. And then let her nature take its course.”
I smiled, groping her boobs.
“I’m sure after sampling your… product,” Mrs. Abbott purred, gripping my ever-hardening cock, “She’ll offer to make you a similar arrangement with you, I know she will.”
“You think?” I asked.
Wow, this day really had been incredible, and tomorrow was sounding just as good.
“For sure. And once you’ve made that deal, I can introduce you to some other ladies who I’m sure would love to meet you,” she grinned, a twinkle in her eye, “There’s plenty of similar wives I know from the club here in Churchill.
“You know, there are a lot of us… Trophy wives, I guess we are. We all have husbands older than us who wanted a young, pretty, sexy wife. And now we’re, you know, mid-thirties to mid-forties, and our husbands can’t perform in bed as well as they used to,” Mrs. Abbott explained.
“I see,” I replied.
“And we don’t work, because our husbands are very wealthy. And so we have little to do all day. We socialise, and we go to the gym and make sure we look our best,” she continued, “And it’s an easy life, and that’s all great, but sometimes a little bit of boredom can set in, you know?”
“I understand,” I lied. These women wanted to try working for a living sometime.
“And so that’s where you can come in. Give us a bit of excitement? Something to look forward to?” Mrs. Abbott smiled, “I think you’re going to be very popular, Marlon.”
“You think so?” I asked.
“I know so, Marlon. And here’s another reason why all the ladies are going to love you,” she giggled, looking down at her hand gripping my now almost rock-hard cock, “You’re wonderful recovery rate!”
“Oh yeah,” I sighed as Mrs. Abbott started to move her head downwards toward my dick.
“Now I’m gonna suck your gorgeous, young, thick black cock,” she grinned up at me, “And then Marlon, you’re gonna fuck me again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, grinning back at her.
I laid back, as Mrs. Abbott got to work, expertly sucking and slobbering all over my cock.
I thought once again about the incredible change in fortune I had gone through today. Thank God for Mrs. Abbott and her seemingly insatiable appetite for young black cock! My immediate future now seemed secure, and I was clearly going to have a lot of fun here with the trophy wives of Churchill gated community.
I couldn’t wait to meet Mrs. Abbott’s friend Sabrina tomorrow…
