Tasha was just returning home after going for a run while her husband Colin was on the couch watching football. She didn't have much interest in spectator sports; even as a college cheerleader Tasha had been much more interested in the athletes than in the game. It was a warm sunny day, so she had her long blonde hair up in a ponytail and was wearing a blue sports bra that matched her eyes and displayed alot of cleavage, and tiny white shorts that showed lot of her lean legs. Even though she was married now she enjoyed keeping in shape and dressing to impress and tease any man she might come across.
She was definitely catching the eye of a middle-aged black man in khakis and a polo shirt standing at the door of the high-rise building they lived in, who stopped fumbling through some keys long enough to give the busty beauty a good long up-and-down look. She flashed him a smile as she ran her key fob across the panel, the door clicked unlocked, and he grabbed the heavy door and pulled it open for her.
"I don't suppose you could let me inside, miss?" he asked in a deep voice, still leering at the view she provided.
"Missus," Tasha corrected him, indicating her diamond-clad left hand with a gleam in her eye. "Can I trust you, or you going to take something?" She laughed to demonstrate it was a joke and that she wasn't racist, but felt bad about it when he looked offended. "Um, of course you can come," she added quickly, scurrying into the lobby and over to the elevator. She looked at him through the corner of her eye as he followed her into the enclosed space, being alone with such a large man left her feeling underdressed, vulnerable and excited.
Then she noticed him press the button for the penthouse level. "Wow, how's the view up there?" she asked nervously.
"Come on up and I'll show you," he offered, and she flinched a bit when he extended a hand but felt stupid again when she saw he had a business card. "Marcus Parker, real estate agent," he introduced himself, handing it to her. "One of the penthouse suites is going up for sale. Think you might be looking for an upgrade?"
"I'm not sure how my husband would feel about that," she teased with a devilish smile, the confidence returning as the ice melted. "I can at least have a look without his permission." Then she introduced herself and they shook hands.
As she stepped off the elevator, Marcus couldn't help but notice the young woman's excellent posture, shoulders back and chest out. "You have great poise and personality," he told her as he unlocked the door, bringing a smile to her lips. "What do you do for work?"
"Um, I'm looking for a job right now," Tasha admitted as he led her into the unit. "I used to be a cheerleader so I guess I love to present and perform. Oh wow!" She gasped at the view of the city and waterfront. "It must be so great doing this, helping people find homes!"
"Bringing people together," he was still watching her own geography while Tasha checked out the view out the windows. "It definitely helps to be a people pleaser. You think you might want to work for me?"
"For real?" Tasha asked excitedly. "Do you think you could use me?"
"Sure, I could use you, pay wouldn't be good but you'd get alot of experience serving clients," he told her. "You're sweet and perky, and also blonde and super-hot. Most of my clients are black men so you'll definitely be attractive to them."
"Okay," Tasha quickly agreed and gave Marcus a hug before looking up into his eyes and admitting, "Actually back in college I only dated black men." Their eyes locked and Tasha's heart sped up as she knew there would be no denying him the full truth, "I mean, I dated a few whites, but I would only let black dick touch me." She bit her lip playfully, finally feeling less like a wife and more like her old coed self.
Old habits came back to her as she dropped to her knees and unzipped his khakis, pulling a thick, veiny and rapidly growing black dick out of his pants. "I fucking knew it, I could tell you were a black cock slut just looking at you," Marcus said as she looked up at him with her bright blue eyes and licked his shaft.
"You negroes just think every pretty blonde ought to be on her knees sucking black cock," she smiled. "Thing is I happen to agree 100%!" Then Tasha started slurping hungrily on his ebony pole, her mouth opened as wide as it could to fit as much of its girth as possible.
Marcus enjoyed both the feeling and view of her oral attention, and pulled out his cellphone to make sure he could some good footage of the blowjob, his chocolate rod plunging in and out of her sweet vanilla face.
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