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My daddy is a very rich plantation owner in Georgia and I live in
a giant mansion on the plantation.
The plantation has been in our family for over 150 years. We used
to be slave owners way back when. We don't have slaves anymore but
most of our hired help is black men. My daddy treats them well and
pays them good but he forbids me to even talk to them. He says "that
when it comes to white women those niggers only want one thing and
it's not your opinion!" Black Dick Blowjob told her I had watched her from in the building. My name was Darryl. I enjoyed seeing the way her breasts bounced when she walked in the halls at work and enjoyed her ass and blonde shoulder-length hair. I told her I was a younger guy who really got into pleasing older blondes and was watching her, thinking about her. But I made it clear I was no stalker or rapist, nor was I into breaking up her marriage/relationship or whatever
she had going. I just liked fun flings and white women. I told her to consider my message an invitation to
something beyond what she had ever experienced in bed. I never told her I was black. No message came back. She didn't say anything to me about the message, which suggested she was hiding this.
A week later I sent her a similar one wanting to know why she hadn't responded and promising pretty much the same thing. I also paid a homeless guy to take a yellow rose in a thin box and a gift-wrapped black "teddy" in roughly her size to the front desk receptionist and gave him the office and floor number where it was
to be sent. A couple days went by and my wife said at home one night, "I got this weird email from a stalker." I faked concern for her safety. She reassured me by saying it sounded non-threatening but that she would be careful. Nothing was said about a flower.
Twice I sent short notes suggesting a sexual rendezvous at a place I knew about 40 minutes away from where she worked, which was right on the way toward our house. That place can best be described as a raunchy adult motel. It's located near the airport in a questionable area, and, according to ads, has mirrored walls and
ceilings, jacuzzis,"naptime rates for four hours," adult movies and mood lighting in rooms. I suggested how
hot it would be to see herself cuming in a mirror as my 9-inch cock ripped into her. I got really descriptive about the way I'd fuck her in the last note, and promised to do things like pick her up by the ass and fuck her standing up. I concluded it by promising she'd beg for more.
Nothing for 3 days after the last note and my wife said nothing at home. Then she responded -- not to me, but to Darryl in an email. "Stop it, I can't do anything like that. I'm happily married. Believe me, I am flattered by your sexual attraction, but cannot meet." It didn't totally satisfy me because it started out "I can't do that." If she said she didn't WANT to and "get lost asshole," I would have felt no need to pursue
this. I sent her one more note and was about ready to quit. Then came the message, about 8 weeks after I started: "Send me a picture at my Black Guys Cock Mandingo Blog I would be was enough to through me into ecstasy.
As the orgasm shuddered through my whole body he stuck his cock through
the hole and I eagerly greeted it with Southern hospitality as I accepted
it into my warm, sucking mouth, mmmm. It was bigger than any I've ever saw
before, it had to be about 10 or 11 inches of rock solid black salami. I
sucked the massive head of it as best as I could but it was almost the size
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much longer. Message returned two hours after I sent the photo: "Let's meet. I'm nervous about this, but kind of want to meet you. Let's go out for a lunchtime drink or something." Request denied.
I couldn't believe she responded, but I still sent her one back saying no, this was to be on my terms.
Her message: "All right. Can't wait." In my job, I sometimes get asked by 2 detective agencies to photograph
people who are cheating or doing something they shouldn't. They call me if they need some real advanced photographic lenses or digitalized equipment they lack. The work I do for them is probably a reason why I was kind of obsessed with this whole thing. Anyway, I had enough stuff I could actually digitally videotape some of what happened covertly if I got the room ahead of time. That's what I planned to do. I told David I
would send him $400 for doing this ( a type of stud fee), but if she wanted nothing to do with it to just let her leave. Then I told him I was going to photograph/digitally tape it. He said he didn't want anything to do with it then because it could ruin his career if the tape got out.
I made a reservation for a room the following week on a Tuesday afternoon, about 4p.m., half an hour after she got off work, in "David's" name. I made sure David got his money and I half expected him to disappear with it, but also thought he would probably go through with it because he claimed to be the sort who is out Friday and Saturday night in the clubs trying to get in girls' pants anyway. When I went to pay for the room early that morning in cash, I said to leave the key at the desk for "David," but I wanted to check out the room. I was still planning to videotape but wanted to see if there was a place to hide stuff. I really wasn't going to be able to do that unless I started putting holes in furniture and things, but when I saw the room I was rather happy. There was a bar in the room. Not a refrigerator bar like in a hotel room, but a small bar like you might have in your rec room or something. It was near a corner and a perfect hiding place. So instead of taping, I decided to see for myself what would happen.
I called David's voice mail box on his cell phone and left a message to just go to room 277 at the end of the row and the door would be unlocked and to wait. The hotel gave customers free champaign on the rocks and it was chilling and everything was set. Jodi had awoke earlier that day. I often work late in my shop Bib Black Cock Cuckold Feminization a knothole in the wall. I could'nt believe how big
their beautiful black cocks were, and I could'nt help myself from fanta-
sizing about being down on my knees and having a big black dick in my
mouth. My daddy would hang me if he found out.
So one day I was out in the old barn watching and spying as usual when
a tall, muscular black guy came over to the tree to pee, he was just 5 or
6 feet from the knothole I was looking through when I decided to call him
over to the hole. I said "Hey, c'mere!" as I stuck my fingers 
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It was, I admit, a fairly awesome sight, that giant black cock standing straight up after the head washing my wife provided. Darryl, the gentleman leaned toward the light switch, which kind of pissed me since I wouldnt get to see this very well. "What are you doing. Dont touch that hun," she said. "I want to see that fucking thing going in me." Darryl said something I couldnt make out, then leaned to the bedstand and got a condom.
He put his hand down by her crotch first and laughed. "Jodi baby, you wetter than hell already." She started to laugh, sighed, leaned forward and licked his cock a little before putting on the condom. Then she put her hands on the back of the head board, raised up and he grabbed his dick by the base. She lowered her self down on him.
With that, my wife was fucking a black guy. What a rush. She started moaning right away, rather loudly, and was only moving around alittle on his dick. "That's it, fuck me baby, ride it," he said. She began wiggling a little more. "Dance on my dick bitch," he said. "Fuck it." She started shaking her ass like she really was dancing, and started sliding up and down the pole, faster, slower, moaning, sometimes shreiking, sometimes
laughing in a way that suggested this was something she knew for a very long time would feel this way, and had waited so long to achieve it. "Fuuuuuck meeee," my wife said as she actually fucked him. It took her about five minutes, she leaned forward a bit, made this kind of "ahh, ahh, ahh" noise in short bursts between heavy breathes and then belted out, "oh, fuck Darryl, oh I'm fuckin' cuming." He started encouraging her, but there was no need. My wife was shaking so hard from cuming that she fell sort of on top of Darryl and his dick slid out of her.
She was laughing and told him she knew all along it was going to come to this some day, that she had to
have a black guy. She said her best friend had a black boyfriend in high school before her father broke it up and she used to tell Jodi about how great fucking his big cock was. And Jodi said she'd been jealous but after they had broken up she had made a play for the guy herself, but was playing kind of hard to get and
never got got. The guy wound up going after an easier fuck. Then she said, "you know what they say." "Once you go black, you don't come back?" he laughed. "No, but I can see why they say that." "I mean, there's just something about blondes and black guys." she said. He told her he had always felt the same way about blondes.
Then they started again. Black Hardcore drop of it.
God, if my daddy knew what I just did he would kill me for sure. I
finished
sucking the last drops of sweet nigger honey from his now softening cock,
got
up off my knees and dusted off my legs and sundress and went up to the
house.
My daddy was sitting in the parlor drinking lemonade and I went up to him
and
gave him a kiss and told him that I loved him and then went to my room and
thought and daydreamed about what just happened and how awesome it was. I
can't
wait to do something like that again. 
Black Cock Sucker told her I had watched her from in the building. My name was Darryl. I enjoyed seeing the way her breasts bounced when she walked in the halls at work and enjoyed her ass and blonde shoulder-length hair. I told her I was a younger guy who really got into pleasing older blondes and was watching her, thinking about her. But I made it clear I was no stalker or rapist, nor was I into breaking up her marriage/relationship or whatever
she had going. I just liked fun flings and white women. I told her to consider my message an invitation to
something beyond what she had ever experienced in bed. I never told her I was black. No message came back. She didn't say anything to me about the message, which suggested she was hiding this.
A week later I sent her a similar one wanting to know why she hadn't responded and promising pretty much the same thing. I also paid a homeless guy to take a yellow rose in a thin box and a gift-wrapped black "teddy" in roughly her size to the front desk receptionist and gave him the office and floor number where it was
to be sent. A couple days went by and my wife said at home one night, "I got this weird email from a stalker." I faked concern for her safety. She reassured me by saying it sounded non-threatening but that she would be careful. Nothing was said about a flower.
Twice I sent short notes suggesting a sexual rendezvous at a place I knew about 40 minutes away from where she worked, which was right on the way toward our house. That place can best be described as a raunchy adult motel. It's located near the airport in a questionable area, and, according to ads, has mirrored walls and
ceilings, jacuzzis,"naptime rates for four hours," adult movies and mood lighting in rooms. I suggested how
hot it would be to see herself cuming in a mirror as my 9-inch cock ripped into her. I got really descriptive about the way I'd fuck her in the last note, and promised to do things like pick her up by the ass and fuck her standing up. I concluded it by promising she'd beg for more.
Nothing for 3 days after the last note and my wife said nothing at home. Then she responded -- not to me, but to Darryl in an email. "Stop it, I can't do anything like that. I'm happily married. Believe me, I am flattered by your sexual attraction, but cannot meet." It didn't totally satisfy me because it started out "I can't do that." If she said she didn't WANT to and "get lost asshole," I would have felt no need to pursue
this. I sent her one more note and was about ready to quit. Then came the message, about 8 weeks after I started: "Send me a picture at my Black Dick Blowjob way around the shaft. I stroked it rapidly as I
sucked it even more rapidly as I had my other hand buried in my koochie.
He was starting to moan more and more with every stroke as I tried to
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was just too damn big. As I stuffed it into the back of my throat two things
happened, one, it made me gag like a cat with hairballs and two, I had the
biggest orgasm of my life. My whole body quaked with shockwaves of heaven as
I continued sucking that exquisite