My name is Colleen George.
I’m a 45-year-old, divorced white woman from the Midwest. As my ex would describe me, I’m a little more than a “handful”, which was his way of describing me as a plus-size woman. I’m 5’10”, a size-16, with a 48″ bust and 46″ hips, a natural brunette and like to wear my hair in a short Pixie cut.
I have an adult daughter, Chelsea, who still lives with her father in Ohio. Unlike my ex and my daughter, I like to explore. The two of them will probably spend the rest of their lives in that same small town, eating the same meals, seeing the same people.
Well God Bless them both!
I’ve always needed more. I love to travel, meet new people and try new things. I finally left Ohio and I moved to the East Coast and live and work as a real estate agent in Northern New Jersey. I’ve been here almost 5 years now.
I decided to slowly stop denying myself the things I’ve always craved. My biggest denials and secrets have always been my sexual desires and inclinations. In fact, giving in to those desires are what led to my divorce – I cheated on Carl (my ex) with one of his friends. I wasn’t satisfied with the mediocre “maybe-once-a-month” attention he was giving me.
After a quickie divorce, I heard about a job in Jersey as an office manager at a realtor’s. I packed up and moved after interviewing and winning the gig. Two years later I got my license and eventually left the agency and became an independent agent.
The move also helped me to explore some of my secret sexual cravings: black men, especially younger ones, submission and anal sex. This leads us to my story – for the last year, I’ve been using my 26-year-old assistant as my personal “fuck buddy”.
I first met Lonnie through our former employer. He was a college student working as the office assistant and mail-room clerk at the real estate firm. He’s a shy, nerdy type, about 6’0″ and thin. He’s also very intelligent and hard-working. He’s probably the most diligent co-worker I’ve ever known.
He aims to please – especially me.
He’s always insisted on calling me “Ms. G” no matter how many times I’ve told him to call me Colleen. I first showed Lonnie my ‘real interest’ on the night of the firm’s annual Christmas party. This was just after I’d earned my realtor’s license so I was in the mood to celebrate. I had a few extra glasses of champagne, and alcohol always makes me very horny.
I’d always noticed him – he was the only black male in the firm. I would occasionally make small flirtatious gestures, smiles, giggles or arm-touches, to get him to notice me too. The night of the party I pulled Lonnie onto the dance floor a few times and made a fool of myself trying to grind and dry-hump his brains out. And before he left I trapped him in a coat closet for a hot, sticky make-out session.
After kissing and grinding against him for only a few minutes I came really, really hard. We were interrupted by our boss, so nothing else happened. But the next time I saw Lonnie, I apologized for my behavior and we agreed to just “forget about it”, although that was something I definitely DID NOT do. I’d fantasize and get myself off thinking about him and that night, imaging what else could have happened.
Lonnie wasn’t the first hot, young black stud I’d ever hooked up with. My first time occurred in my senior year of college when I tutored a freshman football player. I took his virginity the day before my graduation. Once I got a taste of ‘hard, young and dark’, the craving never left me.
For a while I did my best to keep my distance from Lonnie. The optics certainly weren’t in my favor – a senior level manager trying to seduce the office assistant. But when I went out on my own one of the first things I did was offer him a job – he accepted. Although my intentions were good – I doubled his salary and helped him study for his license – I knew that one way or another I was going to try to fuck him.
It finally happened almost three months later.
That week was especially stressful. I was about to close my largest deal to date, but the client was being a complete asshole. Unfortunately, this also led to me being a bit of a bitch to Lonnie.
“It’s all good, Ms. G,” he kept assuring me. “I got you.”
The deal finally did go through and we ended up making more than anticipated; a lot was due to Lonnie’s efforts. The way he just took my bullshit and did his job made me proud and wet.
We worked out of the office of my 3-bedroom condo. That night I ordered his favorite take-out to celebrate and thank him for all he’d done. I also begged him to forgive me for being such a bitch.
“No need, Ms. G.” He smiled. “You know I’m more than happy to do my part. I got you.”
“I hope you mean that.” I smiled back.
Then I attacked – I just couldn’t take it anymore! I wanted and needed him so badly that my clit and nipples were tingling.
He was sitting across the dining table. I walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, pressing my breasts against his face. Then I leaned down and kissed him and things just took off from there.
“Do you want me, Lonnie?” I asked as I undid the buttons and removed my blouse.
“Oh hell yes,” he gasped. His eyes were wide staring at the large white tits I was about to give him.
My bra was off and one of my breasts was in his mouth. My hands went to his lap, fumbling with his belt. When his pants and shorts were around his ankles I instantly went to my knees.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” I moaned with his thick, brown cock in my hand.
I loved how his skin tone contrasted against my own. Lonnie’s cock was already semi-hard and I delighted in watching it swell and grow even more when I stroked it.
“Do you want me to suck it, Lonnie?” I teased and kissed the tip when he was fully erect. “Do you wanna make me suck your big, black cock?”
“Please,” he begged.
“Say it,” I teased some more. I needed him to ‘make me’ do it. “Tell me to suck your cock.”
“Suck my cock, Ms. G,” Lonnie said. He was catching on to my game. “I wanna see you suck it.”
I took him into my mouth. I openly admit to not being the best at giving head due to the fact that this was only the fourth cock I’d ever sucked. But I did my best to make Lonnie think that no one could ever suck his dick better than me. I worshiped it, rubbing it against my face and between my tits and sucking his balls.
“Ms. G…-uhmg-…I’m-I’m cummin’…!” he moaned a few minutes later.
I pressed down harder and let him cum in my throat. It had been a while since I’d done that and I choked and gagged a little.
“Drink this.” He offered me his water. “You OK, Ms. G?”
I fuckin’ wanted him even more in that moment – always looking out for me.
“No, honey, I’m just fine,” I assured him. I removed the rest of my clothes and led him to the stairs. “Let me show you.”
I took him to my bedroom. I climbed onto my bed with my back to him, bent forward and spread my ass.
“It’s all yours…do whatever you want. Please, Lonnie,” I begged, “it’s yours…”
Lonnie gave me a hard slap across my fat rump that made me squeal. Then he spread my fat cheeks and buried his face and tongue in my pussy and ass.
Playing with my ass was one of the few “kinks” my ex-husband was occasionally into. A few times he’d lick or finger me, but he never wanted to go as far as ass fucking me. Terry, his friend that I cheated with, butt-fucked me every time we hooked up and he always gave me mind-blowing climaxes. He even let me play with his ass and poke him a few times with my dildo.
I was certain that it wouldn’t take much to convince Lonnie to ass-fuck me too.
“Please, Lonnie, fuck me now,” I begged just as I was about to cum.
He was hard again and soon deep inside my pussy from behind – and I do mean DEEP – he hit my cervix! I creamed all over his cock after only a few strokes.
“I fuckin’ love your fat, black cock inside me!” I cried out.
I know it sounded like some ‘racial-porn-bullshit’, but I couldn’t help it.
He flipped me onto my back and pounded me in the missionary position. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on as best I could. I came again before he finally unloaded inside me.
“I’m so…so sorry…Ms. G,” he panted. “I didn’t mean…to cum inside you…”
I assured him that it wasn’t a problem – I’d had my tubes tied years ago, and the sensation of being filled with hot cum was amazing!
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I admitted as we lay there.
“Me too,” he added.
We curled up and fell asleep. I woke early next morning and watched him still sleeping, that was the first time I realized that I might have more than just ‘fuck-boy’ feelings for him.
This was going to be more fun and challenging than I’d expected.
We’ve been having sex at least once a week since that night. Personally, I’d like to fuck him every day, but since we’re together 8+ hours, 5 to 6 days, I don’t want it to get boring or stale.
I had a ‘special’ surprise for him a few weeks ago. I’d invited him to spend the weekend with me. He left early and returned to my place with an overnight bag that Friday evening. I greeted him at the door wearing my favorite red, silk night-shirt. His eyes instantly went to my nipples which were already hard and pressing against the fabric.
I loved teasing him – making him want me. I could see the bulge at the front of his khakis – knowing that I could get him hard made me wet. I made extra efforts to have him notice my ass. I’d bend over a lot so that the fabric would rise up or wiggle a little harder when he was behind me.
I was in the mood for a good ass-fucking. I’d spent the entire day wearing a butt-plug, and even teased myself with my dildo.
But that night I was determined to have Lonnie butt-fuck me silly! I gave so many hints that he already knew that I wasn’t going to give him a choice – his cock and my asshole were going to become acquainted.
Years ago I purchased a ‘butt-plug training kit’ that included 3 graduated size plugs – from 4 inches long and 1 inches wide to 6 inches long and 1.5 inches wide. They’re made of high-gloss aluminum and have a decorative pink ‘gem’ on each base.
After dinner I shared my surprise. I knelt on the coffee table and pulled aside the strand of my thong.
“Whoa, Ms. G!” Lonnie gasped, fixated on the pink gem between my big butt-cheeks. “That is…fuckin’ amazing!”
“You wanna pull it out?” I offered and wiggled my hips.
“Hell yeah, I would,” he laughed.
Lonnie took hold of the gem and slowly pulled it out. My pink asshole gaped.
“Think you can fit your cock in there?” I asked.
He answered by dropping his pants and shorts. He was already rock hard.
“There’s more lube on the table,” I told him.
He took the tube and smeared some on his cock. Then he rubbed some into my asshole.
“Ready, Ms. G?” Lonnie asked, taking hold of my hips.
“Give it to me, baby,” I begged.
In one smooth thrust he was completely inside me. His balls touched my pussy lips. As much as I craved to feel the sensation of a live, thick cock in my ass again, it caught me by surprise. The pleasure from anal sex is distinctly different from vaginal sex. Lonnie’s cock made me feel “full” – like I was suddenly filled with air or warm water.
My toes spread and curled and I gripped the edges of the coffee table.
“Omigod,” I gasped.
“You good, Ms. G?” he asked, always checking up on me. He withdrew slightly.
“No…I mean…yes,” I moaned, as my ears tingled and my eyes watered. “Don’t pull out…please…just give me a second…”
I could feel his cock throbbing inside my anal canal; the nerves in my thighs tightened and twitched. I fucking loved it!
“Fuck me, Lonnie,” I whimpered. “Just fuck me, baby, please…”
He started slow and steady. I moaned or squealed aloud uncontrollably with each thrust. I relaxed a little and tried my best to ride along with each new sensation. Tears flowed and I was covered in sweat. My orgasms came quickly and easily, one on top of the other.
Soon Lonnie was full-on, 100 MPH, ass-fucking me! I could almost feel him in my guts! Every nerve in my body was on fire!
“Where you goin,’ Ms. G?” he’d call after me when I’d reflexively pull away. Sweat glistened on his skin. “I got you, girl. I got you…”
The coffee table had shifted at least a foot across the carpet.
“I’m cummin’…I’m cummin,’ Ms. G,” he finally announced.
He finally shot a hot, sticky load into me. It made me cum again.
Lonnie slowly pulled out and I fell flat onto my stomach. I’d lost the feeling in my legs and feet.
“Damn,” he panted. He was now slumped on the couch. “I didn’t know anal sex felt like that. Your ass is so fuckin’ tight.”
“Only for you,” I moaned. I could barely speak.
Eventually we both made it to my bedroom where we spent the rest of the evening. Later that night I had another surprise for him.
“Do you trust me, baby?” I asked him.
“‘Course I do, Ms. G.” He smiled.
I asked him to roll over and raise up onto his knees. Then I gave Lonnie his first rim-job and prostate massage.
“Oh fuck…Ms. G…mmmpfh…oh fuck,” he gasped and moaned.
“Do you like it, baby?” I asked, milking his cock with my finger sliding in and out of his tight asshole. “Be honest, baby.”
“Oh fuck…” was all he could say.
His back arched and he trembled all over when he finally came. Tears ran down his cheeks and it took a while before he could speak.
“You okay, baby?” I held him tight until all of his tremors stopped. I was worried that maybe I’d gone too far and “broke him”.
“That was…fuckin’…amazing, ” he finally whispered.
He held me tighter and kissed me. A few minutes later his cock was hard again, and Lonnie fucked me. And I do mean, LONNIE FUCKED ME! My knees were weak afterwards, and my pussy and ass still tingled the next morning.
Lonnie and I fucked each other like that for the rest of the weekend. I’ve already got more ideas and surprises that I can’t wait to share with him.