A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story Ch. 04

I lifted my right feet and with one hand I removed my underpants from it, and then from my left feet. Then I leaned back to the elevator wall and spread my legs for the young white man. I notified he was contended. Immediately after I was in position again, I felt his hand between my massive thighs, first stroking the inner side of my bulky legs. It was a very pleasing feeling for this fat black old woman and I notified that my juices increased.

Slowly I felt the young white man's hand stroking directing my fat bald pussy. He placed his fingers between my wet fat black pussy lips and began to play with them; pushing it, pulling it and squeezing at my swollen clit. I was thankful to be the object of his desire and it thrilled me. I slowly began to move with my abdomen by the rhythm if his fondling fingers.

I heard the zipper his pants go down and a few seconds later I felt his hard on slapping on my big fat ass. I knew that soon this young man's hard dick would be penetrated into my fat black bald pussy and I was very pleased by the thought of it. This thought moistened my pussy even more! To make easier access for the young white man's hard on, I was standing on both toes and lifted my huge black ass as high as possible. Then I waited...

I felt his hard on slid between my fat black buttocks, lowering down until it pointed right before the entrance of my wet pussy hole. I felt the tip of it pressing against it and stood as still as I was able to. It wasn't easy; I was that hot, my massive body was trembling all over.

I felt the head of the young white man's hard on slid between my black fat pussy lips; the head of his dick was now penetrating into my moistened pussy hole. I was happy my pussy was rather wet because being not being penetrated for so many years my pussy was quite tight. For a while the young man held the head of his hard dick softly moving at the entrance of my fat black pussy; then he pulled it out as far as the tip of it, waited for a moment, and then with one firm push he shove his rigid whopper completely into my wet pussy.

The young white man's rock hard dick was large as I told you, and when all it was inside my pussy, I could feel it bump against the entrance of my womb. My breath was taken and I nearly bumped my head against the elevator wall.

I didn't want to offend the young white man because I wanted as well as I could to serve his desire. So quickly I took position again, forwards leaning with both hands against the elevator wall and standing upon my toes as motionless as I could be.

As an obeying woman I knew this young white dominating man's desire was to be the one in control and take the action him selves. And it was my desire too to serve him that way. I felt it as quite exceptional this young white man had chosen me to be submissive to his vigorous desire. It aroused me immensely and stimulated my juices a lot.

The young white man began to pump me with his large hard dick; just taking it out slowly until just the head of it remains into my fat black pussy. Then waiting for a second of so, for then pump his large hard dick with sturdy power again completely into my accessible fat black pussy. It went on continuously, used to this rhythm I could stay motionless in position the pumping of his indefatigable hard whopper.

It exited me so, and every time it penetrated deep inside my fat black pussy, I gave a loud moan. I notified it contended the young white man. It encouraged me to let loose completely. I felt a powerful orgasm come and my juices ran freely now. I could smell the heavy scent of it fill the space of the elevator even as the loud raw groan escaped from my mouth when I came.

My fat black old body shook tremendously. This young man really had a phenomenal stamina; he kept continuous pumping me with his large hard dick, his heavy balls slapping between my thighs as his whopper invaded my fat black pussy again. The rhythm of his pumping accelerated as I could feel his hard on swollen more. I knew the ejaculation of this young white man could come any moment now, and with my trembling fat black old body, I contented waited to receive his desired relief.

It was powerful and a lot; his injection into my black fat pussy seemed to last forever. It felt hot and plenty inside me. The groans of this young white man told me he enjoyed filling me up with his sperm. His large hard dick stayed for quite a while into my fat black pussy until he dropped his last semen into me. Until then I stayed as still as good be, staring at the ground of the elevator to let him enjoy filling me up. It gave me great satisfaction to be the object of his pleasure in this.

With some regret I notified he pulled his delicious dick out of my fat black pussy. As he did, I felt his semen gushing out of my fat black old pussy. As I still stood spread I notified his sperm streamed on the floor of the elevator. As I was fixed on it, I didn't notify that the young white man had zipped his pants again and had pushed the button of the elevator.

I just notified it when the elevator stopped and the young white man disappeared through the elevator doors. Before I could turn around the doors were closed again and I felt the elevator ran upwards. I kneeled down, grabbing my underpants and wiped off my still dripping pussy. Then I wiped the sperm, produced by the young white man, from the bottom of the elevator floor with it. I just had time to fold my wet underpants when the elevator stopped at the seventh floor. Somehow the young white man must know I live on that floor. When the doors opened I grabbed my paper grocery bags in both arms and stepped out of the elevator...

Well, it seemed a weird, hefty dream again, also this time I notified that my black fat pussy was soaking wet from this dream. It became almost a weekly routine that I had to stand up in the middle of the night, cleaning my black fat pussy and change underpants. I took my time to write this satisfying dream into my word processor.

It was just a few days after this last dream I met this young white man again by my surprise in the elevator. I wasn't wearing any paper grocery bags, because I only went to the mall to drink a cup of coffee and treat myself a big piece of cake. I do that often and it's one of my weaknesses. I think this kind of treating is a compensation for being alone. I do this for many years and it's one of the reasons I can't get control over my weight and grew fatter in the years. I scent that same dominancy look in the eyes of the young white man when he looked at me en then my large boobs.

Without delay that submissive behavior took possession of me, the recognition of the young white man's desire to grab me by my large boobs and my obeying nature to fulfill his wish. Again this time no word was said between us, just his lusty looks at my large boobs. The urge to serve his wishes was strongly present with me but I was too shy to make clear to this young white man that my large boobs were available at his command for his desire.

But also this time he didn't act. To pretend it was hot in the elevator I unbuttoned the two upper buttons of my thin blouse and did a step forward to him. I was too shy to look at him, but I could feel that he was right looking into the deep cleavage between my large black boobs.

Although it must be clear to this young white man I offered them to him, nothing happened. The elevator stopped and the man stepped out on the third floor. The doors closed again and in an impulse I opened the doors again and stepped out too.

I was watching this young man stepping onto the gallery to get to his home. I was certain he notified me watching him. Actually, I suspected the man would give me a wink to follow him to his home, because he didn't want give in to his desire to grab me by the boobs in the elevator and preferred to do that at home. But he didn't and disappeared in his apartment. It was the third on the gallery I remembered. I went back to the elevator and went to my apartment also, a bit disappointed.

I was confused, I was certain this young white man's desire was to play with my large black boobs and probably some more fun with my fat old black body. Sure my submissive instinctive told me my feelings about his desire was true. I was urged to obey to the young white man's desire. The fact that he didn't respond puzzled me. I had a restless sleep that night.

The next day it didn't leave my mind and I had another restless sleep. When I woke up I could only ascertained one thing: it wasn't clear enough for this young man I was available for his desire to satisfy. An idea spontaneously entered my mind. I let my pc ran, started the word processor and read the first weird dream I wrote. I made some corrections and when I was satisfied with it, I printed it. Then I putted it in a blank envelope, took the elevator, and putted the envelope into the young white man's mailbox. I was certain, when he read this dream, he would understand he could give up to his passion for my large black boobs and even more if that was his desire. The written dream was clear enough I would be completely obey to his wishes.

I suspected this young man would not come during the day but pay me a visit by evening, to fulfill his desire with me. So I prepared myself, shaved my fat black pussy again, took a long hot bath, and dressed me in a tight black skirt and a thin yellow blouse. I knew that I looked sensual in it, anyway for those who like the look of a fat black old woman of sixty-three. This young white man was one of them, I was clear about it.

I was disappointed when he didn't show up that evening. Suddenly I panicked by the though I maybe putted the envelope with the first weird dream in the wrong mailbox. But I was certain I didn't. Again I had a restless night. It kept puzzling me all day long. As it was possible the young white man could show up in the evening, I prepared myself, and putted on the same outfit. But again I went disappointed to my bed.

The next day something entered my mind; of course, in the description of the first dream it was I, who got satisfy by the young white man. Although his desire, he did pleasure me by fondling and sucking my big black boobs, and finally bring me to an orgasm with his fingers by fondling me between my fat black pussy lips, and massaging my clit. He may had some joy in it but hadn't find relief in it himself. That's it!

I went to my pc and started the word processor; combined the two other dreams, read it, corrected it, read it and correct it again. I didn't forget to mention that I lived on the seventh floor in the first apartment. I emphasized my wished submissive part to his desire in these dreams a little bit more and then I was content. After reading it for the last time, I printed it and putted it in a blank envelope. Then I took the elevator and posted the envelope in the young white man's mailbox; I took good care I was certain I putted it in the right one.

Although prepared again, the young white man didn't show up that evening. I suppose he was busy or had to think it over. I realized I had taken an enormously risk by being a laugh from this young white man and maybe others in the building too. Well, I could always say that some sick fool had it on his conscience.

It became a routine to prepare myself. It was a few days later and already half past nine when I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and changed my clothes into a thin dressing gown. Just when I left the bathroom, I heard the doorbell rang. My breath stopped and also my heart it seemed. Then my heart started pounding immense. No visitors were foreseen except the young white man!

My body was trembling when I opened the door. The young white man stood in the doorway and then stepped in. When I had closed the door, I didn't dare to look at him and stood in the hallway in front of him, my head bended and looking at the floor. I strongly could feel his dominancy and immediately a deep submissive sensation took possession of me.

The young white man walk into the living room and I followed him, feeling very shy but with a joy that's hard to illustrate. The young white man stopped in front of my fauteuil and turned around towards to me. I stood there, still my head a little bended. No word were said but I notion he wanted me out of my dressing gown.

Many things went through my mind; this young white man did receive the envelope and read the dreams. And now, he actually stood here in my living room, demanding my servitude, my submissive to his desire. And I was thorough willing to comply with this desire. My dressing gown felt on the ground and I stepped out of my slippers.

I didn't ware underpants because it seemed to be of no use with the wetting elevator dreams I had. And here I stood, a heavily overweight old black woman of sixty-three, completely in the nude for this young white man. And this was for real, I realized, no dream at all!

I notified the young white man wanted me to undress him. I stepped forward and first I loosened his shoes, removing them, and then began to unbutton his shirt. My fingers trembled when I did this, but it seemed the young white man didn't notify. Then I loosened the band waist and pulled down the zipper of his fly. I pulled down his trousers and he stepped out of it.

I kneeled in front of him, helped him out of his underpants, and removed his socks. No word was said and I hadn't looked at him yet. Still on my knees I looked up; the young white man was looking down at me and I bended my head a little.

To be honest, I was a little confused but also thrilled. I notified his dick was full erected. And, by my surprise, just as in the dream completely hairless. Sitting there on my knees in front of him, I saw how huge it was; not just in length but particularly by its distension. It was worthily to call it a whopper and I was pleased to be submitted to it.

I reached out a hand and then another to touch it. It was very powerful and like a sacred icon I stroke with the tip of the fingers from both my hands along the shaft to discover. With indulging, I examined the young white man's impressive organ. I never had thought that I, a big fat old black woman at the age of sixty three, ever would touch a white man's dick, and what kind of dick! It excited that much that I felt my clit swollen and my fat bald black pussy wetted. With all fingers I stroke his balls, pulling it softly, taking this fabulous tool into my memory.

A pat on my head told me I was still submissive to the young white man, not only to his imposing hard on. I knew he wanted me to use my mouth to pleasure it. I was just for a moment fixed on this marvelous large peace of meat that I forgot all about its owner. And with my submissive nature I will obey this young white man.

I higher myself a bit upon my knees, opened my mouth and began to lick on the mighty fleshy stick in front of me. I hadn't had to hold his hard on because it stood as rigid as it could be. I knew many men like it this way, just the touch of a woman's warm wet tongue stroking aside the shaft, nothing else. When my tongue reached the top of his shaft, I took care that my mouth was wetted and took the head in my mouth. After an intense suck, I repeated licking the young white man's shaft.

Sometimes I vary by softly biting the shaft and I notified that the young white man was very content. He lowered himself and took place into the fauteuil, leaning backwards. I crawled towards to him on my knees and placed my big black boobs one by one upon his thighs.

Although the young white man's impressive hard on was large, it disappeared three-quarter between my voluptuous black boobs.

Leaning forwards, I began assiduously suck on his large hard dick. I pumped my head up and down, up and down, trying to take this impressive solid peace of meat as far as I good into my wet mouth. I hold it there for a while, sucking as strongly my mouth could. I did a good job I notified contented, the moans of the young white man changed into groans and I felt his luscious solid hard on swollen even more.

I putted a finger just behind his balls and I notified it was stirring there. It could be any moment the young white man would get his relief.

For a moment I was in some doubt; should I stop now so he could recover some and then go on, and, if I let him go on, should I let him fill up my mouth or let him discharge in my face. I wasn't sure and with my submissive nature I had the desire to do the right thing for him.

But I didn't have to make a decision anymore; I felt the first fluid semen of the young white man squirt into my mouth, followed by more and more. It felt hot, thick, sweet, and such a large amount! My mouth was brimful and I swallowed the load to notify by surprise that there was more to come.

Doing my best to swallow it all, I couldn't prevent his sperm dripping out of my mouth; splashing upon my large black boobs. The young white man seemed to be very pleased; he let some heavy sighs and I was delighted to be chosen to bring him that relief. It was many, many years that a man had his relief into my mouth; I was pleased. I always have been fond of receiving a man's sperm into my mouth because it gave me a proud feeling I'm able to bring a man that far. It felt like a rewarding.

I felt a bit tired; I'm not the youngest anymore, I notified. I was pleased then, when the young white man gestured me to change places. I took place into the fauteuil leaning backwards with my huge black ass in front of the seat of the chair, waiting what he had in mind. The young white man set himself sideward of the fauteuil. He looked at me, not saying anything; I looked back and stayed silent too.

I was still excited, lying there with my heavily overweight old black body, waiting for what he would demand. The young white man bended forwards against on the armrest of the fauteuil. I understand what he was expecting from me. He seemed to be so content that he wanted another mouth fuck from me.

I turned my face sideward and grabbed with my right hand the young white man's half erected large dick. I kneaded it for a while and then putted it again into my mouth. It felt very sticky from his just received relief. I began to suck it.

It's an advantage young men have a strong libido; I was pleased when I felt his large hard dick grow into my mouth. It was filled up shortly! It exited me to that a fat black old woman like me was able to bring this white young man's large dick in such a short time ready for active service again.

With great fervor I began to suck it harder and harder until was at his maximum hardness. The young white man pulled his hard on out of my mouth and I looked at him; waiting what his next demand would be. Presumably he didn't want to get relief again into my mouth and submissively I waited at his instruction.

He gestured me to lie down on the ground, just between the fauteuil and the salon table. I knew what the young white man wanted; it excited me very much and it did stir up my juices even more. He's going to put his large hard dick into my pussy, I thought. My first white, large hard dick! The thought that I would experience at the age of sixty-three a young white man's hard large dick, was beyond any hope of getting any dick anymore.

The young white man gestured me to lay one foot on the seat of the fauteuil and the other feet on the salon table. There I lay, my massive legs wide spread, my fat black bald pussy completely exposed for the young white man, submissive obliging to do whatever this young white man's wishes were.

And whatever he wishes for that moment, I would give it to him. I felt a heavy thrill running through my fat black old body when the young white man kneeled between my fat black thighs. He grabbed his solid whopper and putted in front of my accessible fat black pussy.