Almost falling into Big Tyrone hands…

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Almost falling into Big Tyrone hands…I had just made myself cum in my car on my drive home, as I was thinking about the size of Big Tyrone cock.The black bastard had sent me a picture of his magnificent piece and my pussy juices again had started to flow freely out of me…I sent him a message, saying I was on my way back to the gym and he should wait for me there in ten minutes.As I arrived the gym, I found nobody was there. Not even in the empty dark street. After waiting for Big Tyrone, I knew the bastard would not come.He had teased me and now he did not come back to finish it…I quickly drove back home. Victor was already in bed, TV turned on; but my beloved hubby was snoring noisily…I took another look at my phone, at that hot picture that this nigger had sent me. I felt horny as hell.I threw my clothes off and slid under the covers.Victor was breathing quietly now; but I needed him; I needed his hard thick cock in me.I crawled under the bed sheets and fished his nice cock out.I took his thick cockhead in my mouth. His dick started to stiffen very soon. I felt Victor’s hands on the back of my head guiding it up and down his nice hard dick…”What happened tonight?” Victor asked surprised and amused…“I just need my loving husband’s dick…” I answered giggling.Victor then reached down and he guided his hard dick up my cunt.It easily slid through my swollen wet pussy lips. My hubby claimed I was so wet…I closed my eyes and thought about Big Tyrone was fucking me.My hubby’s thick dick felt even thicker in my tight cunt.I suddenly came long and hard, shaking and moaning so loud my husband really got surprised; almost scared of seeing me so horny.When I finally come down from this massive orgasm, I opened my eyes to find my husband staring at me. “Anything you want to tell me?” Victor asked me seriously.“Nothing, honey… I just needed my husband tonight…” I mumbled.A while later Victor was snoring again; so I slipped my hand between my thighs, to feel how completely soaked my pussy was. I started touching myself, first two fingers, then three, moving slowly in and out of my wet stretched bodrum escort pussy. I imagined my three fingers were Big Tyrone’s black cock…I suddenly whimpered and came again, as my three fingers felt another flood inside me. I finally passed out, a bit exhausted…In the morning, Victor woke up before me and he left for his office.A while later I stumbled into the shower and enjoyed the warm rain.As I closed my eyes and rinsed the soap from my body, naughty images again flooded my brain. Black hands on white skin. Two bodies covered in sweat, one dark and one pale…My naked body on my knees, my red lips stretched tight around a huge black cock, with spit hanging down my chin. Later I was getting fucked doggy style screaming with pleasure as a large cock plowed deep within my pussy from behind. A deep voice whispering in my ear, calling me a bitch…I turned off the shower and got back to the bedroom.I lay on the bed, shoving my favorite huge black vibrator deep inside my wet slit and I fucked myself to another wild orgasm. After this last orgasm subsided, I just dressed up for my office.As soon as I reached my desk, I turned on the computer.No messages at all. But, after two hours, finally Big Tyrone’s name appeared on the screen with a text message.The bastard was asking me if I had received his pic last night.I laughed to myself. I answered that he should be proud of what he had accomplished. I added that I was a bit sore today…He texted that I should let him give me a massage to help with the soreness. I said I had no time today. But he insisted, asking me about lunch time…Big Tyrone was a very insistent guy. My mind raced for an excuse. He finally convinced me and I arranged to meet him for a drink…After a while, my phone buzzed again; this time was my hubby.He texted me he could barely wait to see me tonight…A passing of guilt went through my mind as I typed that it would be late; because my Boss had asked me to finish some paperwork…But I warned him I was also in the good mood for sex; so, he better should wait for me…As soon as I hung up, Big Tyrone texted me, indicating escort bodrum to meet him after office, at the bar around the corner of my building office.Arriving at the bar, I noticed I was ten minutes earlier…Big Tyrone was not there; so I took a seat and ordered a drink.Another twenty minutes passed and my phone suddenly buzzed.I opened it and got a picture of Big Tyrone abs…Watching at his chest, I just felt my pussy getting wet by the secondThe little bastard added a text message, saying he was late. I then turned my phone over and gulped down the rest of my drink.Seconds later I heard his deep voice at my back. I turned my head, to find Big Tyrone standing then; his hard toned body encased in tight yoga pants and a t- shirt. I looked down to stare directly at his huge crotch. And he noticed it…He sat down close to me and ordered more drinks.We chatted for a while. After a third drink, I started to feel buzzy…Big Tyrone invited me to dinner and I gladly accepted. He was a funny guy and I enjoyed his company; but I was feeling horny as hell with this black guy so close to me…During dinner we finished off an entire bottle of wine and I realized that I needed to go home. This black guy really was not going to fuck me tonight and I wanted my hubby to do it as I deserved…But then Big Tyrone asked me to go with him to the gym; saying he wanted to show me something there. I was intrigued; but fuzzy, so I told him again I wanted to go home. But he insisted and beat me.As I woke up from my seat, I felt my knees a bit weak. The black guy then put his huge arm around my waist to steady me…He drove me to the gym in his car. As we arrived there, he helped me again, but he finally released his hold on me as he made me lean against a wall…“Your husband is a lucky man…” Big Tyrone said, as he stared at my entire body and I felt the lust in his eyes.He was standing close and I could smell his manhood scent…Big Tyrone then held my waist again and he led me to a big heavy table in the shadows of the darkened gym’s main room. He stood right behind me, very close, as I put my bodrum escort bayan hands onto the table. I felt his body pressing against mine.He leant close to my neck and I felt his warm breath. I felt my own breathing quick up, just from being in his presence. He leans closer and presses into me harder pointing at something on the other side of the desk.As I looked our reflection on a giant side mirror, his hands moved to my hips and pulled me back to his body. I could feel his hard cock pressing into the crack of my ass. His lips felt so soft on my neck. His hands began moving on my body, sliding from my hips to my stomach. He moved his hands up, until cupping my boobs…I bent over my elbows and looked into the table as I heard myself moaning very softly. His hands felt so good on my tits…I suddenly sensed he had released his cock; it was large, hard, long and thick. I reached a hand behind me and began squeezing that piece of hard meat. I moaned loudly as his fingers rubbed my clit through the thin material of my thong. I felt starting to get wet.I watch in the mirror as a black hand unbuttoned my blouse. Then those same fingers pinched my hardened nipples, making me shudder in pleasure. He turned me around and his lips met mine. His tongue crushed against his as he kissed me so deeply.My arms wrapped around his neck holding this black man to me. His hands moved to my hips, as he slid my skirt high and pulled my thighs apart. I then could feel his hard cockhead pressing against my wet pussy lips. I felt myself pressing against him, humping him, as just a thin cotton material separated us…Big Tyrone pushed me to lean flat onto the table. He positioned between my spread legs and he rubbed his cockhead up and down my soaking wet slit. Then his mouth came down licking my stomach and my belly, until his teeth grasped my cotton thong and tore it from my body. He stood again over me…Suddenly, next to my head in my purse, my phone began to ring. Snapping me from the sexually induced euphoria; my mind cleared just a bit and I woke up, pulling my skirt down…I pushed Big Tyrone aside and jumped off the table. I dashed for the door, without turning my head to see the black guy.As I got the main entrance, my phone rang again. It was Victor…”Hi, honey; meeting ran too long; on my way home now…” I just hang up and rushed to get a taxi…

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