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Bent on the Kitchen Counter

The electrician comes with a big, black cock

The man — Michael his name — almost drools when I open the door. I’m barely dressed. The t-shirt can’t contain my breast and does nothing to hide my turgid nipples pressing on the cotton. The bikini bottom is just a thin line between my butt cheeks.

“Sorry, I was sunbathing,” I justify myself, then show him the living room and ask if he wants a coffee.

He nods, without taking his eyes off my chest. As I walk away, I can’t avoid noticing his grin filled with desire.

Exactly what I wanted.

Walking around the house in succinct clothes when strangers are around is one of my favorite hobbies. Sometimes I wait for a pizza delivery guy in my lingerie, sometimes — whoops — I was in the shower and I open the door wrapped in a tight towel which — whoops, again — falls on the floor by mistake.

I can’t explain how much this excites me. The thrill to show my body and to see the man’s reaction never fades away.

Today, it’s the turn of the electrician who has come to fix my TV antenna: a wonderful black man in his late forties, with just a little belly but a chest that made me crazy as soon as I’ve seen his photo on the internet.

Yes, I know, I’m a teaser, a cheater, and an exhibitionist. The combination is somehow explosive, I swear, and I don’t want to be anything different.

My hubby doesn’t know but I never lose a chance to fuck a man I like.

“Coffee is ready,” I call from the kitchen. “Please,” I add indicating the coffee on the table.

He sits, leaving the chair a little turned to my side.

“Milk?” I ask.

“No thanks, I like it black.”

“Mmm… I like it black, too… but with a lot of cream,” I answer winking at him.

I’ll not push more than this. Michael can’t take his eyes off me, already. But I think a little more necessary is required. I turn around and bend on the kitchen counter, pretending to search for the cream.

The thrill of having his eyes on my naked butt is almost unbearable. The seconds seem never-ending. Then, I feel his presence behind me.

“Huff… where’s the cream when you need it the most?” I complain, wiggling my ass towards him.

He stands up and comes closer to me… so close that his groin soon grazes my butt.

“Need help?”

I love to play like this. I love those seconds in which everything has been already decided, but it’s still a game, there’s still something at stakes… the mood of the sex to come.

Today, I want to lead this part of the game.

I wave my butt left and right, pretending to look in a drawer, accommodating Michael’s growing hardness between my butt cheeks.

“No, thank… ooh, I’m such a clutch… here it is,” I add, suddenly turning around and grabbing his crotch. “Black and creamy, as I like it.”

The following kiss is full of passion. I’m a beautiful woman, I know, as I know the effect I have on men but… every time it surprises me.

He raises me and makes me sit on the countertop, then kisses my lips, grabbing both my tits in his huge hands, fondling them, teasing my hard nipples through the cotton until I just remove my t-shirt and free my big boobs.

“Fuck… suck a rack,” he groans, diving on them.

“Suck my nipples,” I command.

Not that I have to.

He licks and laps my nipples, making me shiver with pleasure. His fingers are soon moving my thong aside, looking for my wet pussy.

Drenched, not wet.

His manly scent is intoxicating… it’s driving me crazy. As soon as his first finger violates my pussy, I’m already moaning and begging him to fuck me.

But first, there is something I can’t deny myself: tasting his cock. I sit on the chair and unbuttons his trousers. His dick springs out in front of my face, almost slapping me.

Such a magnificent dick! Long, thick, knobby… makes me feel so little, in front of his power. I touch it almost with deference, tentatively grazing the tip and pulling down the skin while with a hand I caress his balls. My mouth is watering. I can’t resist anymore.

I open my lips and pull it to me, trying my hardest to fit it in… without much success.

“It’s so… so big… so hard…” I complain, after pulling it out. I didn’t take more than its tip into my mouth, and it was already too much.

“You can do better,” he grins, and grabs my head, pulling it to his crotch.

A little more of his dick slides into my mouth, but… I feel so full! I can’t even move my tongue and I find it so difficult to breathe, that I soon have to pull away.

“No… really,” I pant. “It’s way too big for my mouth. You’re dislocating my jaw.”

He chuckles, but at least, he understands what I wanted to suggest.

“Will it fit in your other hole, then?”

“Guess we’ll not know until we try,” I tease him, bending against the kitchen counter again, and pulling down the thong to my knees.

Yes, the time for leading has passed. Now, I just need to be fucked hard.

When his cock points at my swollen pussy, I’m sure it’ll slide in fast — as wet as I am. But as soon as Michael thrusts it inside me, I realize it’ll be all, but easy.

Especially his cockhead is so large that it takes him a couple of tries to make it fit inside my cunt.

But when it finally gets in… my God, it feels so good! It’s like a fist inside me, spreading my pussy inch by inch until it reaches my cervix.

“Stop… please… stop a little…” I ask.

I really need some time to adapt to the huge presence inside me, and luckily Michael seems to understand how well-endowed he is. He groans behind me but stays inside, motionless, for a couple of seconds. I squeeze his cock, trying to relax enough to allow him to move freely inside me.

Then, heaven descends on me. Michael begins moving back and forth, rocking his hips to fuck my pussy. His thrusts are slow in the beginning, but the rhythm raises quickly, and soon I find myself being slammed against the countertop.

The black man is full of energy. He pumps his cock inside me with so much power that I can barely keep my legs straight.

And the pain. Fuck, the pain. In the beginning, it feels like my cunt is splitting apart. Then, after a couple of seconds, my copious juices do their work.

The massive cock moves in and out of me, and the pain becomes extreme pleasure. His knobby dick rubs against my cunt walls like no other cock has ever done… it’s like being teased and massaged in every single point inside me. The walls, the cervix, my g-spot, my vulva…

I’ve always been quick to cum, but today I explode in no time. Michael slams his cock deep inside me, and suddenly, I can only moan and scream. It’s me, bent on my kitchen, barely feeling my legs anymore, and yet being pervaded by overwhelming pleasure.

My back tenses, my legs shake… and then I collapse on the counter, done.

“Just… just use my cunt,” I pant. “I’m exhausted.”

But instead, he pulls his cock out.

“No way. I finish fixing the antenna, then we get to round two.”

I look at him, and at his still hard cock. I smile. I’ll be glad to relax a little, and then wait for him.

When do I get another chance like this?

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