Nigga Heaven

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

Barbara Staton parked her sweet ass beside Sam at the monthly staff meeting. It was her first staff meeting since hired to do counseling at Marmalade County MHC. She was twenty-five and a newly minted Master of Social Work grad. Sam was forty and a therapist at MHC, too. He worked with juvenile delinquents and fucked many of their moms; Barbara's specialty was school conduct issues. Sam was about the biggest black Barbara had ever seen.

After the staff meeting adjourned Barbara introduced herself to Sam. They shook hands and then she said something odd, "I hope you're a gentleman and not using the shine on my shoes to see up my skirt. " She was wearing black patent leather maryjanes. Then she invited him to see her new office, located a few miles from MHC. "Would you like to come see the office they leased for me!" Her eyes were bright and glassy, her smile was bright and sincere.

Barbara was short, with red hair styled in a pixie cut like Tinkerbell, a nice ass, and good legs. She looked to Sam like she weighed about one hundred and five pounds. She led the way and Sam followed in his car. As it was Friday afternoon Barbara's satellite office was closed. She unlocked the outside door to her office and they went in, she sat at her desk and Sam took the client chair beside her. "Watcha think?" She said.

"I think you have a very nice ass," Sam replied.

Barbara squealed, "I didn't invite you here to look at my ass!" and laughed.

Sam put his hand on her knee, "What did you invite me here for?"

"You ask too many questions," she whispered.

"Say when," he said, and moved his hand further along her leg.

"I'm married!" She whimpered but didn't move his hand or flee.

"Ever fucked a black cock?"

"No."

He started playing with her through the panty fabric. "Open your legs," he said. She did. He reached both hands up her legs, grabbed the panty, and pulled it down. She breathed hard, and her tits heaved rhythmically.

He noticed her responses, "You excited or afraid?" he asked as he fingered the crease in her lips.

"Both, I guess," she said.

Sam leaned over and stuck his tongue in her mouth, but kept fingering her pussy. Barbara gasped softly and kissed back.

"You been thinking about some black cock for a while, ain'tcha?" He paused to gauge her preparation.

She whispered, " Some. My husband wants me to be with a black man. He wants to make a vid of it."

"Um hmm, and I think you like the idea, too, doncha?"

"Maybe," she said.

"He's kind of a queer rooster, ain't he. Come over to the couch," he told her, using a tone of voice that reminded her of a tv surgeon talking to a nurse. "Take your clothes off."

Barbara removed her blouse, pushed off her heels, and stood to remove her skirt. Sam unclasped her bra and pulled it off. She then sat on the sofa beside him till he pushed her back so her head rested on the sofa arm. "Spread your legs," he said. She did. She felt wet and loose when he parted her lips with his finger.

Then he stood up and removed his clothes. His dick almost sprung out of his shorts. Barbara was reaching for it when he abruptly pushed it inside her open mouth. She gobbled it and groped it with her tongue and wanted to raise a hickey on its head, then got on her knees to suck it better and inhale it. She sucked and slurped for several minutes as Sam ran his hands through her red curls.

When Sam was about to cum he pushed her off, "Turn around," he said. She did, and he eased his cock into her. She didn't think she could take more than four inches of him.

She yelped. "Oh god, go slow, I cum hard if you go slow, let me cum and you can do me hard once youre in."

After he stroked her easy for a few minutes, he asked,"You likin black dick okay?"

Her eyes were closed, and she opened them when she spoke,"Oh yes. It feels so good." She touched her clit as Sam went in and out.

"You sorry you waited so long for it?" He asked.

"Mmm hmm," she cooed. "Don't stop, baby, fuck me with that black cock. Make me cum for you."

"Maybe we need to do this a lot more; you bout ready to cum for your black bull? " He suggested.

"Oh yes," she replied. "Don't stop, please," she grunted as she pushed her cunt against Sam's meat.

"What say we send you home to your queer rooster man tired and sore?" He teased.

"Oh yes!"

"Think he'd mind?"

"I don't care. God don't stop."

After Sam filled her with semen she collapsed on the sofa, panting. "Turn around and clean me up," he said. Barbara raised herself up, crawled to him and took his cock in her mouth, then licked it clean, his cum dripped out her hole onto the couch. But he wasn't done with her.

After an encore in her mouth, and as Sam opened the door to go, Barbara lay on the sofa resting, with cum bubbles erupting from her nostrils, and semen leaking from her puffy gash. She watched him. "I'll be back for a piece of that ass, why don't you let your queer rooster loosen it up with his tongue this weekend," he said.