He was glad to see Felicia’s pretty face. Growing up in Utah, he hadn’t met many black girls but Felicia was just about the cutest he’d ever seen. Her pretty smile was complimented by large sparkling brown eyes, her hair was done up in cornrows that slid behind her delicate ears. Her short, slim mocha colored body bounced with friendly energy making her healthy sized tits and lovely round butt bounce inside her nurse assistant uniform.

“Ready for your sponge bath, Mr. Murphy?” she asked in her melodic voice.

“Come to clean the grime off your helpless captive?”

“Yeah, you getting to stink up the place pretty good,” she laughed. “You doing OK?”

“Been better,” he said with a smile, “but seeing a pretty girl does wonders for the pain.”

She was giggling as she closed the curtains around the bed. She undid his hospital gown and began rubbing warm, soapy water across his body with a gentle, sure motion. He hadn’t had a woman or even been able to masturbate for a week. Despite his best intentions, he could feel his cock getting hard. He tried to think of something else. The smell of her spicy perfume cut through the scent of the antibacterial soap. When she leaned close he could feel her body warmth on his naked skin. When the sponge slid down to his crotch it was greeted by a full erection.

She ran the sponge along the hard shaft and then down to his balls with a big smile on her face.

“Looks like somebody is happy to have a visitor,” she laughed. “That big fella ain’t had no company since you busted yourself up.”

“Sorry about that, Felicia,” he said with an embarrassed grin, “he’s never been good at separating business from pleasure.”

She lingered around his erection, wiping it down with soft strokes. Murph fought to keep from groaning.

“That pretty fella, he just lonely,” she said softly “he don’t mean no harm. It’s kind of a compliment.” She dropped the sponge into the soapy water and wrapped her warm brown hand lightly around the erect pink shaft. “He just wants a little attention.”

A soft groan slipped through Murph’s defenses.

“If you promise to be real quiet,” she said with a wink, “I might be able to solve this here problem.”

Murph winked back and nodded his assent. Felicia’s soft hand began gently stroking his hard, white uncut cock. His head fell back on the pillows while her tender hand milked his dick with a long, slow pumping motion that sent whispering echoes of lust through his balls. He looked down to see her dark hand working against his pale skin. She looked up from his crotch and gave him a small smile. Her wonderful right hand continued to lightly pump his dick as her left hand unzipped the front of her uniform. She was wearing a small light blue bra that barely contained her large, round brown breasts. The clasp was in the front. She undid it to reveal her twin mounds of glory with the dark brown circles around her little button nipples. Murph softly sighed as his eyes drank in the beautiful sight of those delicious looking flawless tits.

With her naked breasts contrasting against her white uniform, she bent back to her task with increased vigor. Her grip was firmer, her strokes were faster on his throbbing cock. Murph’s heart was pounding. He tried to restrain his heavy breathing but couldn’t hold back soft grunts and groans that the powerful sensations in his groin were provoking. Felicia’s unleashed bouncing brown globes shook with her exertions, her cute ass was moving along with her intensifying pumping motion. Murph could feel the cum building in his balls, churning inside his sac from the magical ministrations of this smooth mocha colored angel of mercy. His naked white body was writhing on the bed, his hips started to buck against her rapidly pumping hand.

Maintaining her powerful stroking of his hard pink dick, Felicia leaned towards him so that her firm breasts were dangling in his face. The smell of her spicy perfume mingled with the warm musky scent of her dark brown body. His mouth closed around a puffy chocolate aureole, he felt the nipple harden in his mouth and was rewarded with a flurry of jackhammer stroking on his straining dick. Her smell, her taste and the warmth of her silky brown body combined with her short, quick strokes to bring on his body rattling orgasm. He released the nipple and buried his head between Felicia’s breasts, his butt lifted off the bed. Powerful orgasmic bursts send hot sperm surging through his dick to splatter on his sweaty white belly. Felicia muffled his moans in her ample, fragrant chest while his body jerked on the hospital bed. She held his head tight against her rich brown warmth until he caught his breath.

“Felicia,” he panted, “thank you, so very much.”

She smiled down at him as she put her beautiful breasts back in the bra and zipped up her white uniform. She gave him a light kiss on the forehead.

“Gotta make sure you sleep right and heal them pretty bones,” she said, “Now I gotta hurry up and get you cleaned before folks start thinking something’s going on in here.”

Murph was laughing while she rapidly cleaned him up with the lukewarm water. Something had definitely happened here, a wonderful woman had lent him a hand when he was in need. He wasn’t planning on forgetting that anytime soon.

Swallowing her pride, she headed for Clay’s office. She knew Clay would be there, even if there were nobody else left on the floor. It seemed to her that the pale redhead man lived in his office.

Though Clay was only twenty-three, he was unarguably the firm’s alpha geek. The tall redhead wrote elegant code and was responsible for several major contributions to the last release of Linux. He was a force to be reckoned with in the world of computers but was known to be shy and somewhat reclusive. Clay had no sex life. His only previous sexual experiences had been with his right, and sometimes his left, hand. Though he was fluent in many programming languages, he found it almost impossible to speak with women. When Aashka appeared in his doorway, he felt the familiar surges of frustrated lust but tried to push them aside. Her white blouse was stretched across her well-rounded chest, her short, flowing skirt complimented her round hips and sexy dark brown legs. There was no way he was ever going to be able to score with a sleek, beautiful woman like her. She probably had men standing in line to touch her full, round breasts and smooth brown patchouli scented skin. Clay imagined she probably had her strong, shapely dark legs wrapped around the man of her choosing every night. It’s funny how a man who knew so much could know so little.

Clay looked over her printouts and then inserted the CD she’d brought with her into his disk drive. Aashka thought he looked comfortable in his tee shirt and old gym shorts and wished she could dress so casual. He was intensely staring at the computer monitor, rapidly scrolling through her code and occasionally muttering to himself. She thought he looked cute with his tousled, curly red hair and light freckles. From the look of his pale skin, she wondered when was the last time he’d been out in the sun. The sudden sound of his voice broke through the fog of her musings.

“Could you grab my tarantula folder for me?” he asked.

“Tarantula folder?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. Aashka thought it was a friendly, pleasant laugh. “It’s in the cabinet over there. Don’t worry, it won’t bite. It’s my collection of notes on big, hairy problems. It’s probably in the bottom drawer.”

Clay marveled at the sweet roundness of her rear end as she bent to search for the folder. Just the sight of her sexy body was making him hard.

“I don’t see anything marked tarantula here,” she said.

Clay got up to help. He stood behind her looking over her shoulder. Distracted by her silky black hair he moved a step too close. His crotch bumped up against her curvaceous butt, pressing his erect dick up against the crack of her ass.

He quickly stumbled backwards with profuse, stuttering apologies.

Aashka smiled and looked over her shoulder at the blushing man-child. Her own horniness had been wreaking havoc with her concentration recently.

“Your lingham is hard with lust,” she said with a little giggle.

“Yeah, I…um…oh!” Clay’s feeble reply was cut short by the sight of Aashka dropping her black panties and lifting her skirt to reveal her lovely brown ass and dark haired pussy. He saw her fingers reach down and begin rubbing between her legs.

“My yoni has deep yearnings, it is wet with lust. Could you perhaps be so kind as to help me with this additional problem?”

Clay was afraid that if he said a word he was going to wake from this dream. He quickly stepped out of his gym shorts and briefs. His erection stood straight out from his copper pubes as he shakily moved toward her beautiful raised brown posterior. She reached behind her back and grabbed his hard pink cock with her tender brown hand. She guided it between her spread legs until he could feel the moist warmth of her slit. Her body shifted a bit and then she placed his rock solid dick inside her. Clay couldn’t believe how hot and tight her pussy felt. His hips pushed forward and Aashka let out a long moan while he buried himself deep within her hot, humid depths. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his shaft, somehow she was massaging his dick with her pussy. Though he wanted to fuck her fast and hard, Clay just stood there a moment, drowning in the swirling sensations her grasping, clutching, slick cunt muscles were sending through his cock and balls. It felt like time stood still and Clay never wanted it to start again. He wanted to die in the heat of her flaming, fantastic pussy.

Aashka began slowly moving, gently fucking him, her ass slowly rocking. He rubbed the silky brown flesh of her moving butt and began to slowly pump to her hypnotic, swaying beat of desire. Clay pushed up his tee shirt to feel her sweet smooth dark flesh against his. She ground her cunt against his cock a bit harder, a bit faster. He picked up on her fucking motions, sliding in and out of her cunt to the movements of the rotating, round ass that he held in his hands. Suddenly, he felt her fingers touch his plunging cock and then move up toward her hooded clit. With a deep groaning she began to rub her clit. Her ass was now thrusting against him and he started fucking her back as hard and fast as she was fucking him. It was now beyond all control. Their animalistic fucking buried their rational minds, driving them on in pounding, passionate fury. Their young nude torsos slapped together, the sounds echoing off the walls of the small office. What had started slow and gentle had become a sweat drenched, raw, lust driven race to orgasm accompanied by sub-human grunting and groaning. Clay’s breathing had become ragged, he felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest, he grabbed Aashka’s thrusting hips tight in both hands as their fast and furious final strokes drove them closer to meltdown. With one last powerful thrust, Clay’s cock drove deep into the hot, pulsating Indian pussy. His hips shook and twitched from the force of the cum tearing through him. Somewhere in the distance he heard Aashka’s desperate panting and long, loud moans. Her frantically, flashing fingers brought her over the top. Her rich brown flesh quivered with her orgasmic waves. Clay was grinning ear to ear.

Back in high school he’d written a paper on Kerouac’s “Dharma Bums”, little knowing that someday he would finally lose his virginity while riding the sweet curves of Aashka’s rippling dharma bum.

I guess you figured out by now that I’m a big guy. At six foot five and probably somewhere around 350, I catch a few second looks. But at twenty-six years old and I was still a virgin. That was about to change, big time.

Living in New York you get used to people screaming in all kinds of languages. At first I didn’t even look up from my book. When I heard the running footsteps I turned in their direction. A skinny little guy was running toward my bench. Right on his heels was a large young oriental woman. The guy was carrying a purse. He didn’t look like the purse carrying kind. I jumped off the bench and hit him with a pancake block. He dropped like wet cement. Then he glared up at me and reached inside his baggy pants. The gun had almost cleared his waistband when the big girl landed full force on top of him. All the air rushed out of his lungs. She was pounding his head into the grass when the cops showed up to take him away.

The girl introduced herself as Hisa and told me I’d been a very brave man. Now that things had calmed down, I’d finally had a chance to see how pretty she was. She didn’t look much older than twenty. She had beautiful almond shaped eyes, her long, silky black hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her sweat suit revealed a nice round set of tits and a friendly looking rump. When she kissed me on the cheek I noticed that she smelled like spice and flowers. I tried to start a conversation, knowing that I was going to sound stupid, as I always did around women I was attracted to.

“You run pretty fast.”

“Thank you,” she said with lowered eyes, “Training is very important.”

I looked at her large body and knew, for sure, that she wasn’t training for a road race.

“Training?” I asked with my usual eloquence.

“I am here from Japan for shin-zumo tournament. So sorry, female sumo wrestling is shin-zumo.”

I didn’t even know women did sumo wrestling, much less that they had international tournaments. I was trying to figure out something to say when Hisa picked up my fallen Fantastic Four collection and handed it back to me.

“You like the comic art, I see,” she said with a light accent.

I started to explain but she cut me off with her own praise of Wieringo’s work. We started talking about different comic artists from Jack Kirby to Tamaki Shin. The girl really knew her stuff. My words were flowing freely, it wasn’t like talking to any other woman I’d ever met.

“I have brought much new manga material with me,” she said. “Would you like to see it?”

I responded enthusiastically and before I knew it we were sitting on the bed in her hotel room. She brought out about two-dozen magazines and sat down next to me as I flipped through the pages. They were all in Japanese so I couldn’t read the text but some of the artwork was amazing. Some of it was also pretty erotic. The combination of the sexual images and the feel of Hisa’s fragrant body warmth right next to me on the bed were definitely stirring up my groin. I was trying to hide my erection under the magazine I was perusing. She must have noticed it anyway because her fingers slid under the magazine and gently rested on my crotch. I looked up into her pretty brown eyes. She smiled as she leaned forward to kiss me. Her hand began rubbing my hard-on, the magazine fell to the floor.

She unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock.

“You have a delightfully big penis. I have never seen one so big before,” she whispered seductively. When her soft lips wrapped around the shaft and it slid into her warm mouth I heard myself groan with pleasure. My hands slipped under sweatshirt to caress her smooth skin. Her back was incredibly muscular yet her warm skin was the softer than anything I’d ever felt in my life. My balls were on fire from her fantastic cock sucking. I really wanted to fuck her but was afraid that, if she continued sucking my cock with such enthusiasm, I was going to cum before I got the chance.

“Hisa,” I confessed, “I’ve never done this sort of thing before.

She looked up and smiled. Then she began undressing me.

“Don’t worry, Ben,” she whispered, “Hisa will take good care of you.”

Having stripped me naked, she eased me down on to my back and straddled me as she stripped. I’d always thought oriental girls had little tiny boobies but Hisa’s were deliciously round with little tiny dark brown circles around her erect nipples. As big as she was, she wasn’t really fat. Her slightly rounded belly looked tight. A bushy patch of black pubic hair began just a few inches down from her navel. I could see that her cunt lips were large and slightly parted.

Her beautiful breasts dangled in front of me as leaned down and softly ran her tender lips across mine. She reached down to grab my stiff dick, her soft hand sliding up and down the shaft a few times before she enveloped me in her wondrous wet warmth. Sitting up, she rocked slowly on my cock with her eyes closed. Her light moan mingled with mine. She was biting her thin lower lip. My hands reached back to grab her silky-smooth, firm round ass. I held on for dear life as she increased her fucking motions, rising up until just the head of my cock was inside her and then sliding back down until I was buried deep inside her sweet, hot Japanese pussy. Each time she pushed down she groaned with pleasure and squirmed a bit. Her cunt muscles seemed to pull at my cock as she held it in buried all the way and then rose again in a delicious sliding motion. We went at it like this, slowly building the sensations inside each other, for a few minutes. Her breathing was becoming a bit harsher, my heart was pounding, and even at this slow pace I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to hold on before cumming.

She leaned back down and gave me a deep kiss. Her mouth tasted sweet as our tongues tangled.

“Stay with me, Ben,” she panted, “it’s time for this white boy to cum inside a real woman.”

She braced herself with her arms on either side of my head and, once again, began sliding up and down on my dick but now her strokes were shorter and faster. I started fucking back at her thrusting pussy, still holding on to her full buttocks. Her breasts were swinging in my face. My mouth caught a nipple and I began to suck, causing her to moan loudly and increase the pace of her fucking. By now I was thrusting back just as hard and fast. We were caught up in a fucking frenzy, our big bodies slapping together. I could feel a massive load of cum churning in my balls and knew that I was moments away from a powerful orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum!” I warned her.

“Fuck me with your big, white cock,” she groaned, “give me your giant load of cum… fuck me… give it to me…. all your hot cum inside me!”

That’s about all it took. My body and brain exploded, my cock jerked and spurted deep inside that hot, pulsating, pumping pussy. She reached a hand over and began frantically rubbing her clit. I was just about on my final, spastic spurt when I felt her pussy tighten around me and heard her incoherent cries of ecstasy.

Her sweet, sweat slicked body collapsed on mine. I was finally a man. I’d given up my virginity for a taste of sumo lust.

Anyways… on with the story.

One evening we ended up at a nightclub called JW’s. We often went there so my wife could dance the night away and for me, to watch her with other men. In the previous times that we went there she was often hit on by both black and white men. Like I said before she never acted. Although there was one time that she got picked up by two sailors and as soon as they found that she was married, they chickened out.

On this faithful night the place was packed. We must of got there a bit late. We got ourselves some drinks, my wife loves kalua and milk, and basically found a place to stand. We ended up near the back next to a bar that was not being used. From this vantage point I could easily see the dance floor.

My wife was in the mood to dance. Leaving her purse and drink with me she headed out to find herself a dance partner. I soon spotted her hauling a guy to the floor. The crowd swallowed them up quickly and I just continued to sip on my beer. A few minutes later, probably enough time to dance a couple of songs, my wife returned. She then relayed to me that the guy she was dancing with was very drunk and could barely walk, let alone dance.

After some small talk my wife headed for the bar to freshen up her drink. While she was waiting for the bartender she struck up a conversation with a black guy sitting there. I watched innocently from across the way. When she returned, she set her drink down saying that a guy had asked her to dance. Again she headed for the bar, picked up Frank (the black guy) and then they both made way for the dance floor. Just like the last time the crowd swallowed them up.

This time my wife was gone for a long time. I knew that she loved to dance and figured the she was having a hell of a time, and me, I was thinking dirty. When she finally returned I could tell that something was up. She acted a bit nervous and was shaking. I prompted her for the reason that she acting so strange. When she finally told me I was shocked.

She told me the guy’s name and then went on to say how funny he was. Then she told me that she had asked him if he wanted to go for a ride. I guess that he was ready to go on the spot but then she stopped him and told him that I would have to drive. To her surprise, he was still willing. At this point my wife is trying to figure out why she even asked him. I then asked her if she really wanted to go with him and she said that she did.

My wife then returned to Frank to say that everything was green. I looked on from across the room as the two of them talked. I could see Frank’s hands rubbing her tight ass as she stood between his legs. I was really getting excited knowing that I was about to witness something that I had dreamed about for so long. When she returned to me, my wife said that we were to leave JW’s and that Frank would follow us to the car.

My wife and I gathered our belongings and left the nightclub. I looked back as we crossed the parking lot and there was Frank following us. I told my wife to walk with Frank and that I would get the car. She agreed and went for Frank. Still walking towards the car I stole another peek and found them walking slowly arm in arm.

Now, it’s just my luck that when I finally get to the car that it’s completely blocked in. There is no way that I am going to get the car out of it’s spot. Frank then offers to let me drive his car while he and my wife frolic in the backseat. Frank soon returns with his little car, I think it was a Chevy Cavalier or something.

We hop into the car, I drive and Frank and my wife get cozy in the backseat. I head north on Dorchester feeling very nervous and highly aroused. Being that it was so dark I couldn’t see anything in the rear view mirror. I could figure out that they were very close to each other and kissing. My cock by the way was rock hard.

Continuing north I started hearing alot of movement behind me. Looking in the mirror I could see my wife moving onto Frank’s lap. A few minutes later I noticed that she was moving up and down and started hearing her familiar moans. Not believing that my wife was already fucking him I reached back with my right hand. I found my wife’s bare ass and felt her riding Frank’s hard black cock. It took alot for me not to “cream my jeans” right then.

I was so busy trying to hear every moan and see what I could that I missed my turn. I took the next right as my wife continued to ride Frank’s cock. She was fucking him so hard at one point that I swear the ass end of the car was bouncing up and down. Maybe I should of told Frank afterwards that he possibly had some worn rear shocks. I didn’t and we continued down the road now heading east.

Then the fucking stopped. I was a little disappointed that it appeared to be over. Looking in the mirror I expected to see two heads but only saw one. Turning the mirror down and with the help of passing street lights I soon saw my wife’s head bobbing up and down in Frank’s lap. Now that was a great feeling in my groin. I couldn’t see it but I knew that my wife had a mouthful of black cock. She was making a lot of muffled noise as she sucked his cock. He appeared to really enjoy my slutty wife’s talents. It was at this point that I started looking for a place to pull over. Not being real familiar with the area and still a little nervous about the whole thing I failed to do so. To this day, I regret not stopping.

Then something very strange happened. As we were heading east into Summerville and my wife was still sucking on Frank’s black cock, I saw a cop coming from the other direction with his lights flashing. I slowed the car down as did the car in front of us and slowly started pulling over to the right. Frank must of pulled my wife off his cock because she started scrambling to get her pants on. We came to a complete stop and the cop pulled in front of the car a head of us. I’m wondering “what the hell” as Frank is telling me to go around. I finally take his advice and slowly go around the cop and the stopped car. We weren’t followed and continued on down the road. I’ve never seen a cop pull anybody over that way before… strange.

After leaving that scene my wife removed her pants again, pulled up her shirt to expose her nice tits and then went back to giving Frank a blow job. I reached back again hoping to maybe finger fuck my wife’s pussy as she continued mouthing Frank but found that he had already beat me to the punch. So, I just squeezed her nice ass and continued driving. As we neared a town the street lights were doing a fine job of lighting up the backseat. So now I could take every opportunity to watch my wife enjoy her first black cock in her mouth. There is no better sight.

Entering Summerville I heard some more movement in the backseat. The speed limit was a lot slower so I had more time to peek. Frank had my wife lay down with her head behind the passenger seat. I then watched as he went down on her briefly. I could tell something good was about to happen so I pulled off into some suburban area. The next thing that I remember and it has stuck in my head since was looking into the rearview mirror and seeing my wife’s bare feet up in the air and moving with Frank’s vigorous fucking.

At every stop sign while in Summerville I would stop and watch Frank fuck the shit out of my wife. I was amazed at how hard and fast Frank was fucking my wife. He had her so hot that she was almost begging him to fuck her harder. She kept telling him how hard he was fucking her then would start whimpering “fuck me” over and over between heavy breaths. At one point while still in town we passed another cop car pulled over along side of the road as Frank continued to bang my wife in the backseat. Then, as we got back to a main road I heard my wife yell “Oh my god!” and then a long series of short grunts. I looked back and saw that Frank was still fucking her pretty hard and that she was hanging on to him real tight.

The hot action continued through Summerville all the way to Highway 26. On the highway, Frank finally shot his load into my wife’s hot pussy. From that point we were only a few minutes from home. My wife was putting herself back together as we pulled into the driveway. We got out of the car and I went up to unlock the house as Linda said her goodbyes to her black lover. We retrieved out car the next day.

In the house, in the entranceway, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I immediately took my wife into my arms and started kissing her. I worked the zipper on her pants and reached down to feel her pussy. She was so wet and the hottest that I have ever felt her. I quickly took her into our bedroom. Once naked, I dove into her pussy with my face and went to town. After some feverish pussy licking I proceed to fuck her. I can’t tell you how hot her pussy was that night. It felt great.

The next day I asked her to review the night before. She told me how they immeadiately started making out when they got into the car. How Frank’s hands were all over her and soon down her pants fingering her wet pussy. I guess when she went for his cock she had some trouble so he helped her. She then said they spent a lot of time kissing as he finger fucked her and she stroked his hard black cock. She doesn’t remember removing her pants or if Frank did but that she felt she just had to feel him inside her. Then while riding him she started getting another urge and that was to suck him. She then told me that while she was sucking his cock he was fingering her tight asshole. Guess I could have fingered her pussy when I tried. She then gave me the biggest surprise of the evening… after fucking her hard and fast for a while, he took it upon himself to make sure she had some black cock in every hole. He fucked her in the ass!!!! Now she’s allowed me to fuck her in the ass three times and that was a long time ago. She said it hurt like hell at first but got better. She remembers yelling out “Oh my god!” as he penetrated her tight butt and then hung on for dear life as he fucked her ass hard also.

She went on to say that she was a little sore from all the hard fucking and tit sucking but that she really enjoyed her first black experience. I can’t wait until the next time.

Lisa usually wears silk panties, especially when she thinks she might have a chance to tease someone. Shoe salesmen are obvious targets. So she donned a pair of nearly see-through panties, a tube top without a bra, and a mini- skirt. On the way she said she hoped there would be a Black salesman because she especially liked to tease Blacks and then amaze them by taking them on. She hadn’t fucked a Black man in over a month and was anxious to get it on with one soon. She started fingering her pussy on the way to the mall giving a couple of truckers a little unexpected treat. Needless to say, she was extra-horny.

It was about 4 PM when we got to the mall. It closes at 5:30 PM:00 on Sundays so we had to move fast. Lisa, horny as she was, couldn’t bring herself to buy a pair quickly and get home for the XXX fun. We went to five stores and time was flying. It was 5:10 when we reached the Foot Locker. As we walked in Lisa noticed that there were four young Black guys running the store. She asked me if I was up for some fun. I asked her what she had in mind. She said that she was going to flash one of the young Black guys and try to get him to let her suck him off after closing. I said it was okay with me.

A guy about 19 came up to us as soon as we walked in and asked us if he could help us. Lisa said she was looking for jogging shoes and asked him if they had a good selection. He said they sure did and offered to measure her feet. Lisa sat down and pulled up the little foot stool shoe salesmen use and began measuring her right foot. Lisa spread her legs a little so he could see the crotch of her panties. You should have seen his face. She just smiled and asked him if her size for running shoes was 7C. He said, “Yes, ma’am, but I ought to measure the other foot too.” Of course he was just prolonging things so he could check her out. [Remember they were starting to close up.] Lisa signalled her interest in him by spreading her legs rather blatantly when he lifted up the left foot. He got a good look at her see-through panties.

When he finished he got up and went in the back to get the pair of running shoes Lisa had pointed out. When he was gone Lisa asked me if I had noticed his cock. She said it looked big and she wouldn’t mind fucking him. I told her if that was what she wanted we could blow off the XXX video and get a room. She said she would like that. But, the salesman played his cards wrong. When he came back he had the manager with him. The salesman told her he was not sure he had measured her foot correctly and had asked the manager to double-check his measurements. He asked if she minded. She said she would appreciate it because she wanted a good fit, smiles and said she loved having such nice-looking young men measure her feet.

So the manager just did what the first guy did. Except, he wasn’t as shy and Lisa spread her legs wide open for the first foot. The manager told her he had the impression that she liked Black men. She answered by moaning and nodding. He ran his hand up her leg at that point. When he got to her pussy which was soaked he asked her if she needed some loving and she said, “Please.” He then asked if I was her husband. She said I was and he then asked if it was okay with me. She told him to ask me and he did. I told him whatever Lisa wanted she could have. He then told her the young salesman really liked her, but had no experience with white women. Would she be willing to accomodate the young man first?

The store had cleared out even before the manager arrived to “re-measure” her feet. Lisa said she would like that. With that the manager turned to the first kid and told him to close and lock the gate and asked us to come into the back backroom with him. When we got there he asked us if we were for real and not cops or someone from the home office. I assured him we were for real and proved it by pulling up Lisa’s miniskirt and pulling off her panties. I spread her pussy open and showed him how wet it was. “Does this look real enough to you?” I asked.

He then asked Lisa what she wanted and she said she wanted to see all four of their young hard Black cocks.” They were a little tentative at first, but all took out their dicks. Three were uncircumsized and they all were at least 7″ long even soft. The manager was about 9″.

She pulled off her tube top, licked her lips and told them she thought they had really nice cocks. With that she grabbed the biggest cock first and french kissed its owner she stroked his cock. It took a minute for the others to come in close, but they finally approached and started licking her neck and tits and fingering her pussy. One of them then took off her miniskirt and started licking her ass. She was very hot and wet by now and was just moaning and stroking any cock within her reach.

Suddenly she pulled away from the manager and said, “Here’s the deal. Nobody cums in my pussy. You can cum in my face or on my tits or on my ass, but nobody cums inside me except Bobby, my husband. He loves to see me take a load of cum from a Black cock in the face. Don’t you, baby?” I just nodded yes and continued stroking my cock. She then said, “So, since he is such an understanding husband the first thing I am going to do is suck each of you off until you cum on my face. Okay?” She didn’t get any arguments.

She dropped to her knees and said, “First, I want to do this big one so he can fuck me later.” Now to say my wife likes to suck cock is a major understatement. She doesn’t just suck cock. She worships it. That is exactly what she did with this one. She licked it from one end to the other, sucked his balls, rubbing the cock all over her face and tits, all the while talking nasty telling him how much she wanted his hot load all over her face. It took this guy only two minutes to cum and he shot a huge load all over her face. She rubbed it in her face with his cock, looking at me and asking me if I liked watching my wife take such a big load from a big Black cock all over her face.

Thing was she kept on sucking this guy. She told him she wanted him good and hard so he could fuck her white pussy while she sucked all the cum his buddies could give her. When he was hard again she had him lay down and put two fingers in her pussy and said to me, “Look baby. My cunt is soaked from sucking his big Black cock. I want to fuck him all night. Come here and put it in my pussy, please.” So I went over to her. But, then she said, “First, lick my pussy a little to get it nice and wet. His cock is so big I want it to slide right in.” So I licked her pussy until she came. Then she told me to lube his cock with the K-Y Jelly she carried in her purse. I asked him if it that was alright with him and he said, “Yeah.” So I squirted a glob of KY-Jelly on his dick and rubbed it in until it glistened. All this while she was kissing and jacking off the other guys.

Finally she sat down on his cock as I guided it into her pussy. She came in about 3 strokes. She then had two of the other guys stand next to her and started sucking them as she fucked the first guy. She moaned about how much she liked Black cock. She noticed the fourth guy stroking his cock and said, “I’ve got another hole free, honey.” But before he could act on her words both of the other guys pulled their dicks out of her mouth and came all over her face. That freed up her mouth for the fourth guy. She leaned forward and sucked him until he was hard then she leaned forward so he could put his big Black cock into her asshole while the manager’s big cock still fucked her pussy. The guy in her ass had to pull out almost immediately to come all over her ass and back. He was replaced by one of the other two. That went on until the big guy came. She pulled him out of her and again he shot a load on her face.

This went on in some form or fashion until about 7:00 that night. And, oh yes, the young salesman got his dick into Lisa’s white pussy too–for thirds. When they were done they gave her two pair of running shoes. They also wanted to hook up with us again, but we don’t operate that way. Anyway, that is what happened when we went shoe shopping. It is a true story.

The cab ride from the primitive Lukla airport to the Namche Bazaar was bumpy and adventurous. Dean got out of the cab stiff and bruised. Fortunately, it didn’t take him too long to find Dorjee, everyone seemed to know him and their directions were good, even if their English was a bit shaky. The little guy wasn’t much older than Dean and he seemed horrified by Dean’s total lack of gear. Dean pulled out five Franklins and Dorjee just stared at him. When he added five more, Dorjee nodded his assent. When Dean asked about a hotel for the night, Dorjee just shook his head negatively.

“You stay with me tonight. We must start early. I must purchase your gear before we go. I do not live far we can walk. The exercise will do you good.”

Dean found Dorjee’s home primitive but clean. He found Dorjee’s wife, Sanguru, just about the most attractive little thing he’d ever seen. Her big brown eyes stared out of a face that combined the best features of her Tibetan and Indian blood. Her beautiful eyes were slightly slanted, her flawless skin was light brown, and her long, black hair was tied back. A colorful sari that did nothing to conceal her ripe round curves was wrapped around her sexy body. Dean couldn’t keep her eyes off her as she moved around fixing dinner. She giggled at his jokes. Dorjee merely grunted.

They turned in early, Dorjee reminding him that they would have to be up before the sun. Dean often didn’t rise until about noon but figured there was no sense arguing with the tough looking little guy. He tossed and turned on the bed for about an hour. Visions of Sanguru’s naked little body were floating through his brain, hardening his cock. He had just reached inside his briefs to stroke it when he heard the floor creak. He looked up to see Sanguru standing by his bed. Her long black hair was hanging down over her shoulders. Dean watched in wonder as her gown floated to the floor. Her naked beauty was even more than he had fantasized.

She put her fingers to his lips.

“Be quiet,” she whispered, “Dorjee is asleep. We don’t want to wake him.”

Dean wasn’t about to argue with that, not with this small tight naked brown body leaning over him. He took one of her small but full breasts into his hand and began sucking on her dark brown nipple. Her hand was in his briefs pumping his hard dick. Her soft skin smelled of patchouli, it was warm and smooth in his hands. She pulled down his underpants and mounted him. With her small brown hand she grasped his thick white cock and guided it to her wet pussy. Dean sighed as her sensational warmth enveloped his erection. She began playing with his pink nipples, making them erect as she fucked him, her finger nails flicked at them sending little rushes of pleasure through his chest to join the pulsating waves of lust surging through his crotch. He grabbed hold of her swaying tits, holding one in each hand as he played with the rubbery nipples.

Sanguru was biting her lower lip to stifle the little groans of pleasure he heard deep in her throat. She was bracing herself with hands on either side of his head as she concentrated on fucking his brains out, her little butt bouncing up and down against his balls as her pussy muscles did magical things to his throbbing cock. He let go his grip on her playful tits and grabbed hold of her fine little ass. Her buttocks were soft but firm, he could feel her muscles working while she fucked him harder and faster. He could hear soft slapping sounds as her light brown flesh pounded against his thrashing white body in the dark room. He was lost in a red haze of fuck lust, thrusting up against the tight Nepal pussy that was jerking his dick as if it had small velvet fingers and, somehow, simultaneously sucking on it as if it was a hot, fragrant mouth. Dean bit his own lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. He had no idea what that little tough guy, Dorjee, would do if he caught him fucking his horny little wife but he imagined it wouldn’t be pleasant.

Dean couldn’t have been more correct. He was just about to cum when he saw Dorjee in the doorframe, pointing an automatic weapon in his direction.

“Out!” the tough little guy yelled.

Sanguru jumped off him but Dean’s orgasm was unstoppable. He gushed wads of hot sperm on his pale belly as the muzzle of the AK-47 pointed toward his balls. Still holding the weapon, Dorjee threw Dean his clothes.

Dean dressed quickly as he stumbled through the house, trying desperately to make the door before the little tough guy decided to start shooting. He was almost crying as he began to run toward the bazaar.

Back inside the house, Dorjee was smiling at his sweaty, naked wife.

“Thank you for your help,” he said, “To try to guide an out of shape idiot like that, even through the foothills, would have been a nightmare. Your services alone are worth the money and more.”

“Did you enjoy the show?” Sanguru asked seductively. She knew he had been watching through a crack in the door. It had excited her.

Dorjee leaned the rifle up against the wall and took her in his strong arms. Sanguru could feel his erection pressing up against her damp crotch. It was going to be an enjoyable evening.