My Black Lover II

The next day, Luther came home early. I was in the kitchen, preparing food for dinner.

He came up to me and wrapped his strong arms round my waist, nuzzling my neck. I gasped nad giggled and tried to squirm my way out but couldn’t. I could feel his bulge pressing against my rear, and it began to get bigger and bigger. It felt like he had a boulder down there.

He whispered, “I want you”.

I protested, saying I had work to do.

He smiled and said, “You can still do your work.”

With that, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his now full and erect cock. Luther lifted my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties aside, exposing my vulva.

He slowly guided his cock head up and, when he found my opening, forced his cock head in and penetrated me. I moaned involuntarily at the force of the entry.

He pushed his way in slowly until he was completely buried inside me to the hilt. I could only hold on to the edge of the sink, my head bent down in agony at the thrust. It felt dry when he entered, but when he pulled out again, I could feel my juices flowing.

Before long he was pounding me smoothly in deep upward strokes. The steady rhythm was bringing me to a climax.

Suddenly, I gasped and froze as a powerful climax, the strongest I have ever felt, overwhelmed me. I cried out in choking breaths as my body jerked and convulsed in orgasm on his cock. My thighs quivered and I lost all strength in my legs.

I began crying, and the only thought was how come I could not share something so powerful like that with Bob, but that this relative stranger had the power to evoke such a strong response from me?

Luther continued to pump faster and in a while, he came too, inside me.

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