Backed into a corner of the shower, my lovely white neighbor was terrified, immobile. As I took out my cock and let it hang in front of me she let out a moan when she saw the size, all eight inches of it.
“Ohhh,” was all she said, in trembling voice.
I taunted her. “Guess that white bread hubby of yours doesn’t give you anything like this,” I said as I stroked myself to hardness. Her eyes were riveted on my cock and I slipped my trousers and underwear off, then my shirt, until I was completely naked.
I came closer to her, just outside the shower. Again, her eyes followed my cock. I held it in my hand. “Go ahead, baby, touch it. You never had a black man before have you?”
With a response that was more a whimper than anything else she said, “No, I haven’t been with a black man before. I, uh, uh, if I touch it will you promise not to hurt me?”
I had her where I wanted her and stepped into the shower, “Baby,” I said, “I would never hurt a foxy white bitch like you.”
I took her hand and guided it to my cock; she began stroking me, and I grew ever larger with her touch. “Lookee’ here,” I teased, “You have it down pat, you’ve got my cock harder than ever.”
I went to her and let the warm shower bathe me. I moved closer to her in the corner of the shower and blocked any exit with my body. With my chest rubbing against her and her hand still on my cock I tilted her head up and kissed her. At first she tried to turn away but then relaxed and returned my kiss. Our tongues probed deep and I cupped her 36C tits with my hands, rubbing them.
She tried to move away, begging, “No, stop, this isn’t right, I’m married.” But my body blocked any escape. As we continued kissing I could feel her nipples become hard and her breathing was mixed with sharp moans of pleasure.
I pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees; the water cascaded over her, dampening her beautiful blond hair. Cupping her face in my hands I brought her mouth just inches from my cock.
“You want me to suck it?” she asked. “If I do it you won’t tell my husband, will you?”
“Don’t worry, baby,” I responded, “This is just between you and me.”
Her mouth enveloped my cock, first gingerly, but as she became used to my size in her mouth she greedily took it down her throat.
“Hubby don’t have one of these for you?” I teased again.
“Mmmph” was her only response.
She sucked my cock for a few minutes; then we both felt the cum begin to rise in me. She wanted to pull away but I held her head tight as my jism spilled out on to her face and shoulders. She continued licking and sucking long after I finished cumming; my black cock now her playtoy.
She stood and we washed ourselves clean, smiling and teasing each other with playful touches. Turning off the water, I took a towel and began to dry both of us off when we heard a noise from the front of the house.
“Honey,” said the voice, “I’m home a bit early. Are you in the shower? Come to living room. I want to show you the new set of golf clubs I bought.”
We both froze. It was her husband.
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