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Flirting Pays Off
by Marc Diamond (marc00diamond@yahoo.com)

***

Does it help to flirt? It did for Molly, a forty-five 
year old white Air Force wife. Being none too careful, 
she squatted in front of a young black associate-
trainee and inquired where she might find the thick 
whipping cream. He got the message, and she got the 
cream. Of course his trouser snake was the delivery 
system. (FFM, intr, cheat, oral)

***

Molly sat back and gasped again. Marvin was now naked 
from the waist down and his blue ribbon erection seemed 
to raise and lower with each pulse of his heart. She 
studied it for a second time. He had cum so quickly on 
their drive from the supermarket. Never could she have 
imagined that his offer to help with her groceries 
would lead to this. She was more than twice his age and 
was having some serious doubts whether she could 
accommodate his length and girth. 

It all seemed so simple – so natural. He had been 
sitting on the floor stocking one of the lower shelves. 
Absent-mindedly pushing the cart down the aisle she had 
just leaned over to ask the price on a jar of salsa. 
But instead of making eye contact, the eyes of the 
young man had slithered down the drooping front of her 
dress and coiled around her heavy hanging breasts. 
Little was left to his imagination or hers. 

Right before her eyes the front of his trousers moved, 
and she couldn't help but wonder how large something 
would have to be to cause that size a bulge that far 
down the pant leg. She had heard about them, thought 
about them, dreamed about them, but here was one almost 
within spitting distance. Yes, it was an infamous black 
trouser snake!

She had started to turn away, but feeling the immediate 
swell of her nipples and the tremors in her lower 
abdomen, she instead decided to bend lower and pretend 
to search for the price. Her sagging dress permitted 
the young handsome black associate opportunity to 
gather in her glossy cleavage. So close was he that she 
could feel the heat of his breath. A quick glance 
confirmed that her eyes had not deceived her – yes, 
sitting here before her was a three-legged black man – 
and so young, too! 

She amused herself thinking she had seen midgets in the 
circus with shorter legs. 

Enjoying the flirtation and thinking no harm could come 
from it, the white forty-five year old Air Force wife 
parted her legs a bit. Lifting her dress enough to 
ensure it would ride back high on the tops of her knees 
when she was squatted, she then proceeded downward to 
make small talk, eye to eye. The underside of her legs 
and thighs were exposed all the way to her panties, but 
she didn't care. It was her intention to arouse the 
trouser snake even more – if possible. 

The reaction of the young eighteen year old was 
predictable and at least for her, enjoyable. Shopping 
at the base Commissary was usually a boring and 
sometimes depressing necessity, but not this day. Today 
was thrilling. It's not often a married white woman can 
get her groceries and get wet at the same time. 

Nothing naughty like this ever happened to her. Yes, 
she had dreamed and hoped, but those never seemed to 
come about. She had almost given up on those private 
hot desires that would be so nice. So to notice how 
this young man was devouring her was thrilling. 

To release those pent up passions – those hot embers of 
lust whereby she imagined him in all his exuberant 
youth rutting between her legs for hours with out end – 
humping and thrusting in her, never missing a cadence – 
repeatedly slamming her with a cock so hard and so 
thick and so black that it was beyond description we... 
well, she was nearly hyperventilating as she came to a 
squatting perch before him. 

Now squatting before the young man she parted her legs 
ever so slightly as she leaned toward him and softly 
asked, "Young man, can you tell me where I can get some 
thick whipping cream?" As she pronounced the word 
'thick' her tongue protruded abnormally from her mouth. 
She noticed him open his mouth and absentmindedly lick 
his lips. 

Was he thinking of holding her head and sliding his 
cock in her mouth? "Oh, I'll suck you! Let me suck you 
right her on the floor," she thought. And could she 
take it all? Did he realize that she wanted to suck his 
balls dry? "Ask me – ask me if you can fuck me?" she 
begged with her eyes. 

It was good that her panties were white. She knew she 
was wet. 

But he was much too respectful to be out of line. Bless 
his heart, he wanted to do right too – wanted to answer 
the lady's questions – wanted to be respectful – wanted 
to look her in the eyes and kindly offer her the help 
she was seeking. Oh, if only he could know she wanted 
nothing more than to be fucked like a whore – over and 
over again. She was so ready, so easy. Why was it she 
wondered that the young black men didn't show more 
interest in her. She was so ready.

But he was not beyond temptation. He had heard how the 
white wives loved black cock. How they couldn't get 
enough of it. How when their husbands made those short 
trips out of the country or were stationed overseas, 
they seemed to come it heat until their men returned. 
But was it true? Or were those stories just 
fabrications? And if true, why did no white woman show 
interest in him? If they ever do, he thought, they will 
be thoroughly pleased. 

But now, here before him, was not just some ordinary 
white pussy, but here was an older, married, white 
pussy. And she was beautiful. He had been told this is 
the best of the best. 

Here was creamy white pussy guarded by thick, creamy, 
white thighs. And pointing at him were nipples as large 
as his thumb. They seemed to be attached to his brain 
with invisible electrodes. No longer could he think 
straight. Echoing through the chambers of his mind and 
resonating all the way to the end of his ebony pole was 
the word: pussy – pussy – white, married pussy! 

Unable to lift his eyes from between the woman's legs, 
he stammered and pointed back over his right shoulder. 
"There's some cream over in the dairy section, but I'm 
not sure it's the kind of heavy cream you're looking 
for."

"I'm not either," she said. With that she knowingly 
smiled, stood up, and looking down between the large 
gun sight on her chest and thanked him. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said leaning over and 
allowing him one last close up look down her dress, 
"I've changed my mind about this salsa. I think you've 
convinced me that I'd like the cream better." She then 
softly placed the jar of salsa between his legs 
allowing the back of her hand to press against his 
obvious inflammation.

Walking away she could feel his eyes on her behind. She 
knew he wanted to get under her dress – to caress her 
creamy white thighs with his long black fingers. Had it 
been another time, another place, she would have gladly 
lifted her dress and stepped over him so she could feel 
his lips move up her thighs to lick her. 

The remainder of her morning shopping was warm and 
pleasant as the thoughts of the young black associate 
cycled again and again in her head. Her shopping didn't 
take long, which was a good thing as she was seeping 
through her panties. It had been a great day at the 
Commissary though. Regretting that it had to come to an 
end, there was nevertheless dinner to prepare. Mr. 
Excitement would be home this evening – his flight to 
land at 5:00 PM. And of course there would be the usual 
welcome home two-minute drill. Hopefully, she would be 
able to stay awake for that.

So begrudgingly, Molly and her needy nipples, wet 
panties, and lusty fantasy headed to the checkout lane. 

"Ma'am? Would you like me to help you with those heavy 
grocery bags?"

Molly grinned. It was her new friend – the young black 
associate-trainee that had gotten an eye full earlier 
in the morning. She was somewhat surprised. He was now 
standing and was about 6'4". Now wonder he had a 
trouser snake. Was he proportionate? If so, why that 
would mean double digits. She could feel a flush come 
to her face.

"Why, yes, young man, I would," she gushed.

Walking to the car Molly asked, "I don't believe I've 
seen you here before."

"That's because I was just hired. Two of my friends 
were hired also."

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, it's about time some 
competent, friendly people were employed. You're a very 
nice young man – and so helpful too."

Arriving at her car Molly gave the keys to the young 
associate-trainee so he could unlock the tailgate. She 
admiringly watched as he easily and quickly transferred 
her groceries from her cart to her hubby's old station 
wagon. She wondered if he could feel the heat of her 
eyes as she targeted his ass for a Pass-in-Review. 

"Ma'am, let me drive you home. Those bags aren't going 
to be any easier to unload there." And without waiting 
for an answer he scooted under the wheel and started 
the car. Closing the passenger door Molly sensed her 
pussy churning. She wouldn't be surprised at all if it 
chewed a hole in the seat fabric. This was so exciting. 
She wasn't sure where things were going but the teasing 
was delicious. 

Turning to her he smiled then unzipped his pants and 
pulled out what Molly judged to be a long, thick, blue 
ribbon erection. He was more that proportionate. She 
had fucked some and sucked some but never had she seen 
anything so large, so black, and so lovely. 

Stroking his cock he looked over to Molly. "Now, how 
about that thick cream you were interested in..."

Molly congratulated herself. Flirting eventually does 
pay off. 

Luke had 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 her to lay 
across the seat, suck the young black associate's pole, 
and harvest the bounty of black creamy seed. She must 
remember to thank him – maybe with an apple pie. 

"Ma'am..." 

She interrupted him.

"Marvin, I have a name, it's Molly," she blurted as she 
moved to place both hands around the black missile. 

"Well, Miss Molly," he said in some discomfort. "I'm so 
full that I hurt. Would you like to relieve me of some 
rich, thick, black cream? I promise you, you won't be 
disappointed." The pride in his voice was obvious; but 
with a cock that could rival a small horse, why 
shouldn't he be?

"Why don't you let me siphon off some of that jet fuel, 
Captain," she joked. 

Molly gleamed as she leaned over and slipped her mouth 
around the throbbing cylinder. And relieve him she did. 
It didn't take long. And full? That was an 
understatement. Marvin's release came faster than she 
could swallow. Thick creamy cum seeped from the corners 
of her mouth and trickled down the thick black shaft, 
but the ride home offered her sufficient time to 
meticulously lick him clean. And she did.

One ball busting did not satisfy her need though. Molly 
wanted to handle it, to feel its hardness in her hands. 
She wanted to feel the tapered mushroom in her mouth; 
she wanted to feel the veins as her tongue licked up 
and down the slimy shaft. She wanted to be out of sight 
from the leering eyes of those drivers that couldn't 
resist honking their horns. It's a sad day, she 
reasoned, when a woman can't suck a cock in peace while 
traveling down the street. 

Ah, but in the privacy of her kitchen she could kneel 
and carefully handle the large piece of black man-meat. 
Here she would have time to give it the attention it 
deserved. 

Mollie was ecstatic; she was a lucky woman. She had 
gone to the supermarket, numb – looking for a piece of 
beef and returned home with the whole bull, balls 
included. She had wanted a pint of whipping cream but 
returned with a cream machine. And my, oh my, what a 
beautiful cream machine it was. This was the penis of 
perfect proportion – delightfully abnormal in size. It 
was a white wife's dream come true. Here was a cock 
that she wouldn't measure with a ruler but with a 
scale! 

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. 

But she smiled to herself. His enthusiasm was naοve for 
his inadequate experience had been limited to high 
school girls. But now he was about to meet more than 
his match. Molly was in her forties and in prime 
fucking shape. She could fuck him and his two friends 
to exhaustion. Given the chance she would take all 
three of them at once. 

No doubt it would stretch her, but she simply would not 
be denied getting fucked by this young black man. But 
could she take it all? She had heard of cocks this 
large, but never had one. How did other women take 
something this menacing? She was unsure, but was 
nevertheless resolved that this was to be the day she 
would be rutted like a whore. 

* * * 

With the groceries stacked on the table, Molly wasted 
no time. Moving quickly to Marvin she caught him by 
surprise as she hurriedly unbuckled his belt then knelt 
to remove his pants and boxers. 

Molly moved on her knees toward Marvin 'till she was 
only inches from the big dangling piece of midnight 
meat. If there was ever a cock that deserved to be 
worshiped, it was this one. Lustily she grabbed the fat 
shaft and pulled it down like the handle of a slot 
machine. She loved it that she could get both hands 
around and still have a hefty portion on which to suck. 

Groaning, Marvin lifted his hips as his cock found the 
target of her open and ready mouth. His humping became 
so excited that Molly felt it necessary to slow things 
a bit. Pulling her mouth off with a smack, she looked 
into his eyes and said, "Settle down, we don't want you 
to go off too soon this time. A good blow job should be 
slow and sensual." 

Her remark was a delicate reminder of how quickly in 
the car he had had exploded in her mouth. She never 
mentioned how she intentionally made that happen by 
working his cock and balls at the same time. But after 
all, he was a trainee; how could he possibly know that 
this white Air Force wife was going to empty him – that 
she was going to suck him, fuck him then send him back 
to the Commissary in a taxi. 

Marvin's occasional dripping had now become a steady 
seeping of clear syrup. If Molly didn't do something 
soon, a thin silver thread would lower the hefty 
droplet onto the floor. But she had no intention of 
letting the succulent droplet escape. Bending the 
seeping stout canister to her lips, she carefully 
extended her tongue below the ebony mushroom and 
watched the clear drop swell and then lazily drop to 
her tongue. Closing her mouth around the tapered 
sponge, she milked the cock forward with her hand and 
vacuumed what was available. 

Marvin nearly climaxed as her words sizzled in his 
brain. "A good blow job should take time?" Was that 
what she said? This was just too much, and he began to 
tremble and twitch with short, spasmodic jerks. 

Pulling her head off his cock she looked at him and 
smiled.

"You don't get a lot of blow jobs, do you?"

Intending to pull another load of sperm from him, Molly 
quickly returned to his penis, flicking her tongue 
across the head and tasting more of his syrup. Marvin 
was trembling and his flow now was steady. She could 
bring him off if she chose to do so, but that was not 
her plan, at least at the moment. 

Marvin was now trying to fuck her mouth. Where once he 
was easing his hips to her, now he was thrusting at 
her. It was his pleading attempt for her to release the 
increasing pressure of his titanic balls. She smiled 
but otherwise ignored it.

Using her tongue Molly teased the sensitive skin where 
the head and shaft met, still careful not to let him 
fall over the edge. If she had learned anything about 
her young black stud it was that he could cum very 
quickly. And she knew he was still full of the 
delicious creamy sauce – a thought that increased her 
own flow.

Leaning in she kissed the head and broke the tense 
silence. 

"Feel good?"

Marvin could only nod. Sure it did. Though only a young 
man, he could still recognize a good cock sucking. What 
could a high school girl offer by way of comparison. 
Cock sucking was an art form for Molly. She was good at 
it and by the time she finished with Marvin, he would 
know it too. 

Molly is one of those women that likes the taste and 
feel of the hot flesh of a man in her mouth. It had 
been one of her favorite things to do when she was 
younger. From the age of thirteen she had known she was 
destined to suck the male member. Now she was using all 
that experience to bring her young black trainee to the 
edge, to dangle him there on the precipice, and then 
finally release him. 

Marvin had pleaded for her to let him cum but instead 
she would tightly squeeze the base of his big shaft 
delaying his eruption. In this way she kept him on the 
edge for a long time. It was selfish, but it was her 
way of enjoying the feel of his cock pushing in and 
pulling out of her mouth. He had a lot to learn, 
especially about white married women. They love black 
cock, love to draw off the cream, but like little 
girls, they want to play in their food a bit before 
they eat. 

Marvin watched in amazement as this beautiful woman on 
her knees worshipped his cock. So hungry was she for 
black cock that she seemed 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 his cock and its flow – she was 
pleasuring herself orally. In time she would mount the 
big shaft and fuck him – but for now he was her toy. 

Marvin wanted to jab his hips up to her in the worse 
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. But it was time.

Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, Molly 
held it tight as she pulled her head back and stuck out 
her tongue, flicking the tip. Then looking up at Marvin 
who was still staring wide-eyed, she gently cuddled his 
balls with her left hand. With her eyes still on him 
she opened her mouth wide then began to rapidly 
stroking the Black Mamba. That was all it took. True to 
its nature, the big snake spit.

In less than ten strokes he groaned and double over – 
one hand on her shoulder and the other on the kitchen 
counter. Molly could feel the rigid convulsions and 
spasms of his hips. There was no stopping it now. 
Closing her eyes to block out the world, she enveloped 
the big cock-head in her mouth and prepared herself as 
best she could.

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

Her head rocked back in surprise at the force of his 
ejaculation, but she remained focused never allowing 
the head to drop from her lips. She loved the way he 
felt in her mouth. The thick hot cream coated the back 
of her throat like a paste, momentarily choking her. 
But she loved the way he tasted and was in ecstasy. 

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. And 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, Molly felt that 
familiar and undeniable tremor. 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 Marvin's legs, she sucked and 
dry humped so violently that had not Marvin been 
steadying himself with the counter they both would have 
been knocked to the floor. 

But through it all Molly was undeterred and continued 
to hand-milk the cock and swallow her reward.

"Oh, fuck!" Marvin said. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, 
fuck!" He sounded like a school boy singing a round. 

"Baby," Molly said, 'If you think this is good just 
wait 'till you get some of this pussy."

Marvin 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 
Molly. Not only had she expertly siphoned his seed, she 
drank it down with gusto! 

Well satisfied that she had drawn off a generous load, 
Molly 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.

Marvin leaned back on the counter, deflated physically 
and emotionally. When he opened his eyes, he saw Molly 
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 her 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, Marvin liked the 
effect. 

Moving against her he slipped one hand around her and 
cupped a breast and the other around and down between 
her legs. She was sopping wet.

"Miss Molly, now that we know each other a little 
better, I think I'd like to try some of that white 
pussy you're so proud of," Marvin said. Then he 
laughed.

Molly 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.

"Miss Molly, brace yourself.…you're gonna get a 
fuckin'."

This was what Molly had been waiting for – to be rutted 
by a black cock – to feel this young man struggle to 
get all his wife stretcher in her – to feel his 
monstrous cock-head swell then release his potent sperm 
in her. Yes, these were the magic words.

To indicate her readiness, Molly leaned over the 
counter and braced for what she knew would be his 
youthful assault on her pussy. 

Marvin stepped to her and slowly began to rub the semi-
hard cock up and down the crack of her ass. Looking at 
Molly's big white ass was enough and slowly the trouser 
snake began to swell and lengthen. To help him Molly 
moved her hand back and began to work the big cock. 

Things were progressing nicely when they both heard...

"Hey, what's for lunch?" 

It was Molly's friend, Pam. 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 standing with 
bent knees behind her friend's parted legs. 

Looking back over her shoulder at Pam, Molly calmly 
said, "You're right on time, have a seat Pam, I'll be 
done with him in a few minutes."

Opening her legs and sliding her hand into her panties, 
Pam quietly slipped into a kitchen chair. And without 
breaking her gaze on Marvin's cock she nodded. 

"Good, when you finish with him I'll have a turn or two 
while you make us a sandwich."

Molly grunted and groaned as Marvin 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, Marvin... focus!" he heard Molly instruct. 

marc00diamond@yahoo.com

Author's request: email me molly; you're listed address 
is not accepting my messages.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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