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For Her Pleasure
by Marc Diamond (address withheld)

***

A young black man presumes that when an older white 
woman is servicing him on her knees, she's subsurvient. 
But that's just his perception. Reality is different. 
Though he's rutting her like a whore, he hasn't 
realized that it's all 'for her pleasure'. (FFM, bi, 
exh, mast, oral, intr, rom)

***
 
Maggie sat back and gasped again. Marc was now naked 
from the waist down and his over-sized erection seemed 
to raise and lower in front of her face with each pulse 
of his heart. She studied it for a second time. He had 
cum so quickly on their drive from the supermarket. 
Little did she realize his offer to help her with her 
groceries would lead to this.

In the parking lot he had simply transferred her 
groceries from her cart to the back of her station 
wagon, then scooted behind the wheel and started the 
car. But even before placing the car in gear, Marc had 
unzipped his pants and pulled out what Maggie judged to 
be a blue ribbon erection – already poised for the 
photo op.

Maggie congratulated herself. Flirting eventually does 
pay off. 

Husband David said there would come a time when she 
would thank him for keeping the old car with that large 
bench front seat. He surely knew what he was talking 
about. A console would have made it impossible for 
Maggie to lay across the seat and suck the young black 
assistant manager. She must remember to thank him - 
maybe an apple pie. 

"Mrs. Johansson, I'm so full that I hurt. Would you 
like to relieve me of some the pressure?" The pride in 
his voice was obvious. 

Maggie smiled as she leaned over to take nourishment 
from the big sausage. And relieve him she did. It 
didn't take long. And full? That was an understatement. 

Marc's release had come faster than she could swallow. 
But though some slipped from her mouth and oozed down 
the long, thick shaft, the ride home offered 
opportunity to meticulously nurse the big cock clean. 
But Maggie wanted to give it a careful inspection; she 
wanted to handle it, to completely test it. 

Hidden now from the leering eyes of drivers that 
couldn't resist honking their horns, she could in the 
privacy of her kitchen kneel and carefully scrutinize 
the large piece of dark man-meat. And with time to rub 
and stroke the big black beauty, Maggie was overjoyed. 

Certainly she was a lucky woman. His penis was 
beautiful and perfect. And what was most delightful was 
its abnormal size – quite large – at least 8 inches, 
maybe even nine. It was certainly longer than her 
husband, David's, by 4 inches, and much, much thicker. 

The deep blue bulging veins on the sides, crowned with 
a perfectly colossal mushroom-shaped head were 
difficult to see because the cock was so black. And 
with a mixture of saliva and spent sperm, it had a 
lusty, crusty sheen. 

She didn't say it aloud, but it was her intention to 
not only suck it, but to also fuck it. Marc didn't know 
it yet, but he was going to help her with much more 
than her groceries. 

No doubt it would stretch her, but how would that feel? 
And what about its length? Could she take it all? She 
had heard of cocks this large, but never had one. How 
did other women take something this large? She was 
unsure, but was nevertheless resolved that this was to 
be the day she would be rutted like a whore. 

Maggie slid her hands up his thighs, moving forward 
until she was inches from his penis. If there was ever 
a cock that deserved to be worshiped, it was this one. 
Slowly her hands again took hold of the fat shaft, 
gently, almost like it was expensive crystal. 

Marc moaned and bucked involuntarily.

"Settle down, we don't want you to go off too soon this 
time. A good blow job should be slow and sensual," she 
said. Her remark was a subtle reminder of how quickly 
in the car was his discharge, but she never mentioned 
how she intentionally made it happen.

Marc was leaking – a large drop of clear syrup was 
forming on the end. If she didn't do something soon, 
like molasses, a thinning silver thread would lower the 
hefty drop onto her dress. Licking her lips, she had no 
intention of allowing this succulent droplet to escape 
her hungry mouth. 

Bringing his seeping cylinder to her lips, carefully 
she extended her tongue below the monstrous dark head 
and allowed the clear ointment to flow onto her tongue. 
Mrs. Butterworth would have been proud. Closing her 
mouth around the big spongy head, she then milked the 
cock forward vacuuming what was available. 

Marc almost climaxed from hearing Maggie's words. It 
was the way she dragged her words while looking at him. 
"A good blow job..." she had said. Staring into his 
eyes she then exaggerated licking her lips.

He began to tremble all over – short, spasmodic jerks.

Maggie shot her tongue out, flicking it across the head 
and tasting more of his sweet juice. He was so 
emotional and his flow now was steady. She could bring 
him off if she chose to do so, but that was not her 
plan. 

Marc moaned again, and eased his hips to her. It was a 
pleading gesture. She smiled, but otherwise ignored it.

Using her tongue to repeatedly lick around the head, 
Maggie teased the sensitive skin where the head and 
shaft met. She was being very careful not to over 
excite him. She knew from the ride home that he could 
cum very quickly. And he was still full.

Again taking the head into her mouth, she gently nursed 
the big mushroom. She then used her teeth to apply a 
little pressure around the edges. Maggie loved to suck 
cock, and to find one so large and so black and so 
youthful was like winning the lottery. 

Pulling away from the shaft she again took a moment to 
appreciate Marc's cock. Smiling, she increased the 
pressure of her hand slightly and applied several rapid 
but gentle twisting strokes. The effect was wonderful. 
He was becoming noticeably harder. And the contrasts of 
her small white fingers in their attempt to encircle 
the greased black cylinder only served to increase her 
own flow. 

Leaning in she kissed the head and broke the tense 
silence: "Feel good?"

Marc could only nod. Of course it did. Even he could 
recognize a good cock sucking. 

Maggie was keenly aware how much young men enjoyed 
having their cocks sucked. By the time she finished 
with him, he would follow her around like a new puppy. 
Cock sucking was an art form for Maggie. She was good, 
and she knew it. Now, Marc knows it. 

Smiling up at Marc, she opened wide and the black tube 
disappeared.

Maggie is one of those women that likes the taste and 
the feel of a dick in her mouth. It had been one of her 
favorite things to do when she was younger. Older now, 
Maggie used all of her skills to bring the young black 
assistant manager to the edge. He had pleaded for her 
to let him cum but she would tightly squeeze the base 
of the big shaft delaying his eruption. In this way she 
kept him on the edge for a long, long time, which 
enabled her to kiss and nibble and suck and enjoy the 
big cock before she emptied him of another load. 

Marc stared in amazement as he watched this remarkable 
woman – this wonderful cocksucker - worship the meat. 
She seemed to be in a world of her own. He watched as 
her tongue licked him, and then sucked him inside. He 
moaned each time she would take the shaft deep into her 
mouth. Though he towered over her in height and size, 
little did he realize that it was she who was in 
control of the cock and its flow - it was for her 
pleasure. 

Several times he began to throb, near orgasm, but she 
would squeeze tight at the base until he was under 
control again. It was the most incredible feeling he 
had ever felt. Working on him for over a half-hour, 
Maggie made love to his stiff prod. She would bring him 
to the edge where in desperation he would grab her head 
and fuck her mouth trying desperately to get relief 
only to find she would lead him back from the edge and 
start over. 

However, she knew Marc couldn't take much more. The 
truth was that she couldn't take much more either. Her 
pudgy muffin was like a spring mountain stream – it was 
swollen and overflowing its banks. Maggie now wanted 
him to cum as badly as he did. She wanted a mouth full 
of cum. She wanted to feel the big cock swell and 
spurt. She wanted to feel the oily spray splash into 
her mouth. Maggie had acquired a taste for cum, and it 
had been a long time since she had tasted sperm like 
Marc's - on the sweet side. 

Marc wanted to jab his hips up to her in the worst way, 
but he was learning to stand as still as he could, even 
if his legs were wobbly, and wait for her to lead. Like 
a Grand Champion at the dog show, she had brought him 
to heal.

Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, Maggie 
held it tight as she pulled her head back and stuck out 
her tongue, flicking the tip. She looked up at Marc who 
was still staring wide-eyed at her. She then gently 
cuddled his balls with her left hand. With her eyes 
still on Marc, she held open her mouth wide then 
quickly began to stroke his big black cock. That was 
all it took.

In less than ten strokes he groaned and double over her 
– one hand on her shoulder and the other on the kitchen 
counter. She could also feel the rigid convulsions and 
spasms of his hips as the big meat began to spit. There 
was no stopping it now. 

Maggie closed her eyes, put her mouth over the head of 
his penis, and prepared herself as best she could.

Marc was certain his balls were going to explode before 
they were able to propel the thick bullion. The orgasm 
was so intense even his neck and head jerked. Though he 
yelled loudly enough for the neighbors to hear, Maggie 
held firm, milking blast after blast of the young black 
man's sweet crude.

Though her head rocked back in surprise at the force of 
his ejaculation, she kept focused, never losing the 
head. She loved the way he felt in her mouth. The thick 
hot cream coated the back of her throat like a thin 
wallpaper paste; she choked, momentarily. 

Quickly gathering her thoughts, she swallowed just in 
time – another blast entered her mouth. She was ready 
this time, and swallowed it down rapidly, anticipating 
the next shot. It came quickly, filling her mouth to 
overflowing. 

She tried to swallow it all, but it was just too much. 
The big cock continued to power forward and release – 
thrust and release. There was just too much of a good 
thing, and it dripped from the corners of her mouth 
onto her chin then down the shaft onto his balls. She 
would get it later.

As his cream dripped from her chin, Maggie felt that 
familiar and undeniable tremor in her pussy. Now she 
too was about to lose control. 

Chewing down on the black tube, she gulped a huge 
swallow and began to climax; her hips were 
involuntarily bucking as her vagina throbbed. She shook 
all over and for a moment totally lost control. 
Wrapping her arms around Marc's legs, she sucked and 
dry humped so violently that had not Marc been 
steadying himself with the counter they both would have 
been knocked to the floor. Maggie was undeterred though 
and continued to hand milk the cock and swallow her 
reward.

"Oh, fuck!" Marc said.

Marc thought he was going to die. He had never felt 
anything so intense, so pleasurable. He couldn't 
believe that a cock sucking could leave him so weak and 
shaky. But then at his young age, he'd never 
encountered a cocksucker like Maggie. Not only had she 
expertly siphoned it from him, she drank it down! 

One thing was absolutely clear to Marc, some do love 
the taste, and Maggie was one of them. She was going to 
be getting a lot it – he knew that for sure. But Maggie 
knew it all along.

Well satisfied that she had drawn off a generous load, 
Maggie released the depleted penis so it could 
regenerate. Even now though she appreciated how 
splendid it looked. He was young; it wouldn't take 
long.

Marc leaned back on the counter, deflated physically 
and emotionally. When he opened his eyes, he saw Maggie 
smiling up at him. Her lips and chin were coated with 
his white cum, but still she looked lovely. 

Unable to resist, he reached down and pulled Maggie up 
to him. Turning her around he unzipped her dress and 
let it fall to the floor. Next came the bra then her 
panties, until she stood naked, except for her shoes. 
Though they only had two-inch heels, Marc liked the 
effect. 

Moving against her Marc slipped one hand on her breasts 
and the other down between her legs. 

"Mrs. Johansson, from the size of these nipples and 
this wet pussy, I think you're excited about 
something." Then he laughed.

Maggie didn't respond except to lay her head back 
against the young black man's muscular chest. She 
continued to ripen as she felt his strong arms around 
her.

"Mrs. Johansson, I want you lean over the counter 
now...I'm going fuck you." 

That's what Maggie had been waiting for – the magic 
words. 

Nodding her readiness, Maggie leaned over the counter 
and prepared to be assaulted by a thick black beast 
that should have been considered a concealed weapon and 
illegal to carry. 

Marc stepped back and slowly began to rub the semi-hard 
cock up and down the crack of her ass. Looking at 
Maggie's big white ass was enough and slowly the cock 
began to swell and lengthen. Maggie moved her hand back 
and began to work the cock, too. 

Things were progressing nicely when they both heard...

"Hey...what's for lunch?" 

It was Maggie's friend, Julie. She had popped in for a 
brief visit – but her eyes were now frozen in lust as 
she glared at the tall young black man preparing to 
step in between her friend's parted legs.

Looking back over her shoulder at Julie from the 
counter, Maggie calmly said, "You're right on time. 
Have a seat, Julie...I'll be done with him in a few 
minutes."

Opening her legs and sliding her hand into her panties, 
Julie quietly slipped into a kitchen chair. And without 
breaking her gaze on Marc's cock she nodded and said, 
"Good, I'll have a turn or two with him while you make 
us a sandwich."

Maggie grunted as Marc eased his big cock up and into 
her, but there was now a wrinkle on his brow and an 
expression of insecurity and perplexity on his face. 

"Focus, Marc... focus!" he heard Maggie instruct.

End

marc00diamond@yahoo.com

Postscrip: Maggie, I hope you're feeling much better. 
Maybe this will help. m00d

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