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Mommy Minerva's Blacked Afternoon
For single house-mom Minerva Grimsly, life was a damn constant battle between boredom and bliss. Nothing really satisfied her. She became pregnant at 17, then later took to raising what ended up being two daughters all on her own. Was she going to settle though? Hell no. If there was one thing Minerva knew she wanted, it was everything.
She wanted everything. She wanted a good job, a nice house, and happy, healthy children. That was easy, and something she always flaunted. She was a successful, refined, classy, self-made woman in all respects. Miss Grimsly, at the tender age of 35, owned her own house, 4 cars (two for her daughters, one grocery-getter, and one for fun), and had the best dress sense of any woman in the neighborhood. Some even said the city.
Her curves, a lot like her rich, raven hair and endless ocean mist-gray eyes, were what some might call excessive. She had a huge, round, and perfectly form-fitting ass. The same could be said for her perfect breasts, which sat round, bouncy, and 100% real on her toned torso with a visible rib cage and soft tummy. If it wasnât for those curves, her striking eyes and fashion sense wouldâve landed her on catwalks for billion-dollar italian luxury brands. But it seemed she was much happier with her life now.
Because she got everything she wanted.
And that wasnât like most people in her upper-class neighborhood, whoâs external success hid some secret pain inside. Oh, Minerva had secrets, sure, but not the painful kind.
Her main secret to success? Along with being an absolute bombshell with enough explosive punch inside to flatten a good city block, she was also a massive hypocrite.
Minerva Grimsly was an outspoken moral woman. Her business would donate plenty of itâs ample revenue to charities, she always made her daughters promise to never date a guy they wouldnât marry, and, likewise, to promise not to flaunt their wealth at school. And she did a great job at all that. As for when she was alone, in secret?
Letâs not mince words; perfect mom Minerva Grimsly was also a whore who liked getting fucking railed by massive cocks. The bigger, the better. The blacker? The way better.
Thatâs what she was doing right now, in fact. Well, thatâs not true; she was actually in her bathroom, wearing some lingerie black as her hair, throwing away a pack of condoms. It was full. Was she throwing it away because she knew the mandingo stud she had waiting in her bedroom was way too big for those little condoms, or because she wanted the feeling of his gargantuan black cock erupting against her cervix? We may never know.
But what we can know is that Minerva wasnât stupid. She never bought condoms that werenât XXL. Of course, this is a black guy weâre talking about. Even if the condoms were max size, that doesnât exactly give credence to either possibility. Minerva sure knew how to pick âem though.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked lovely, of course, but that much could be said about her 24/7/365. Minerva had no delusions about her appearance, even when she wasnât in perfect makeup, with her glasses perfectly even, black opal earrings on, pearl necklace around her neck as tight as a teenage girl with daddy issuesâ choker, and of course, that lingerie. She looked nicer now, to fuck some random black guy in her bed, than she did for 90% of business functions. Why shouldnât she? This was the most important part of her day.
The time when she got to feel satisfied.
And make no mistake. Just as Minerva knew as she puckered up her red-lipsticked lips, you should know that âpart of her dayâ wasnât figurative. She brought home a new fuckbuddy every day almost. Sneaking around her daughters was stressful, sure. It would be horrible if she was caught fucking a man she barely knew, especially a black one. She would be totally exposed as a hypocrite, and her relationship with her daughters that she worked so hard to perfect would be ruined.
But on the other hand, big, hard, nigger cocks drilling deep into her soft, pliable, white MILF holes? Yes fucking please.
So she indulged. She got her daughters on their merry way, leading the active, healthy lives of physically fit white suburban teenagers, while she got her pussy impaled by some oversized black man she picked up while zipping around in her convertible. A hypocrite and a liar. And a happy one.
Today, her daughter, Maddie, was out on a date with her boyfriend. He was a sweetheart, a nerdy, academic little white kid. He also ran track, did extracurriculars, and was generally liked. The perfect little white boy for Maddie to date. The sort who bought a 10 year old economy car with his own money for a summer job. The sort who asked for books for christmas. The exact sort of unassuming boy Minerva would like her daughter to marry and be happy with.
Minerva, of course, could never do that. That sort of boy was what she called a wimp, the sort of loser who she wouldnât look twice at, ever. Not just because he was white, but because he was so bookish, so polite. It was rude of her to admit, but white guys like him? All they did to Minerva was make her panties dry right up. And Minerva never liked feeling dry panties.
Still, Maddie liked him, so Minerva genuinely wished them the best. Just like she genuinely couldnât wait for the hung black stud she had waiting for her to make her fucking sore in the morning, only to have her do this again next afternoon.
âAlright,â she breathed, looking herself over in the mirror. She spun around and pushed a finger up against the underside of her soft, round butt. Barely a jiggle. âGood!â she breathed. Her body was more than good. It was fucking perfect. She was sure her daughters were happy she didnât wear revealing clothes in public (much), or every boy in school would be drooling after her bountiful tits and plump rump.
She slid open the sliding door connecting the master bedroom and the bathroom. And struck a pose too, with her arm on the doorframe, hips cocked to the side, and of course, chest hanging out. âSorry to keep you waiting, stud,â she said, able to fucking taste her thick, cherry-red lipstick.
On her overpriced, over decorated, TempurPedic-matteresed bed was her âfriendâ Tyrone, totally naked, relaxing back without a care in the world. If there was a word to describe him, itâd be âfullâ.
Minerva was curvy, with a tiny waist (though not as tiny as it used to beâŠ) and pillowy assets, but all of her was fucking dwarfed by Tyrone. If that was even his real name.
He had big, full pecs, with equally rounded shoulders. His thighs? Just as massive, along with that big belly, a sign of a good diet and hard work. It even had defined abs. Everything about him looked stuffed to the brim. To call Minervaâs ass plump next to this superior man would be criminal. She was happy she had enough to please him. There was a reason she only fucked black.
âTook you long enough babe. I was almost thinking you were trying to trick me.â He said. His lips were just as full and plump, with the sort of cruel sneer that made every white boy shrink in fear and every white girlâs panties wet. As you know, Minerva lived to feel her inner thighs get soaked.
And we didnât even describe his cock.
Flaccid; or, as flaccid as that thick, sturdy hunk of dark brown meat could get, it was still a tough slab of flesh that was halfway as long as his thigh, and fittingly fat. âSorry babe, I just wanted to make sure I looked perfect for you. After all, you already do.â
âHah!â he grinned with large, white teeth. Even if he was a toothless hobo, Minerva would have still probably fucked him. Sheâd tell herself she wouldnât, but when there was a stream flowing out of her panties, she couldnât resist. âWell, Iâm happy to look so perfect for a beautiful lady like yo-self,â he boomed. He looked over his prize proudly.
âYou flatter me,â she said smuggle. Of course, she also bobbed her shoulders up and down, just so Tyrone got a view of those double-dâs bouncing. With a poofy sound on the fluffed covers, Minerva got to her work fluffing this bulls massive cock. Sure, it was as big and fat as her head, but that didnât mean she couldnât try to blow it.
âAhh fuck yea,â he moaned as her lips went around his cockhead. He pushed her head down on that massive cock. She drooled all over it, which made his dark, ashy cock gleam with the afternoon light from her windows. âI was waiting so long this thing got cold.â
She pulled up. She was used to cocks being so big she gagged on them, but this one was so thick that she couldnât even get his head to touch her uvula. The big veiny shaft got real fat real fast. Too fat to actually fit past her lips. It hurt her cheeks to even try and stretch that much.
âWhatâs wrong? Canât deepthroat it?â
She pulled off with a loud, wet gasp. âAh- heh- Iâd give twenty grand to any girl you can find that can fit this fucking moooonster down her throat,â she laughed crazily with her head by its side. She sucked her juices of his veiny shaft loudly. The big black cock lived up to its name and was far longer than the length between her ears.
Tyrone laughed boomingly. âHah, no, not really. But I like to think one day some bitchâll managed.â
After a long, loud, slurrrrrrrrrrp!, Minerva managed to tear her hungry lips off his cock. âFuck itâs huge,â she whispered. She honestly couldnât blame some white girls for not acting attracted to black guys. This was a chore to get off, even if she loved it. âWell, sorry honey, but that girl isnât me.â
âYeah, I know bitch. But youâre going good, just keep sucking.â
âYes, sir,â she smiled with that devilish grin of a bad mommy before going right back down to serve her man for todayâs black dick. She sucked down the head good, like it was one of those massive lollipops way too big for a little kidâs mouth. Though she was a tall, busy business woman, just trying to suck this black dick, even with all the experience she knew she had, made her feel like an amateur. A little girl against a real man.
At least her tongue still knew what to do. She gave him the massage of his life right on his cockhead, sure to tease the most sensitive zone on a manâs body while she looked up at him with those sharp gray eyes. She got on her knees, sticking up her curvy ass for him to see all of.
A few minutes of that felt like an eternity. She wanted it to last longer.
âFuck baby- aw fuck yeah bitch, Iâm gonna cum.â
âYethhhh,â Minerva gasped with lust that did not fit her name. Her tongue was still glued to the tip of his tongue, tasting the precum he leaked. She forced herself to put it back in her mouth. It felt strange there; like it belonged on a black dick. âIâll fucking swallow it all, babe.â
âNaw, naw,â the black bull huffed. He grabbed a fistful of Minervaâs raven hair, pulling her face right below his stone-hard cock. âImma but all over your whore face.â
Those words made her ears tingle and her cunt gush. She was a whore. Respected businesswoman, mother, and neighborhood association member, was really meant to be here. She was a slut, a whore, a hole to please big black cocks. What else could Minerva Grimsly need?
She stared up at his god cock, her ass still sticking up. It began flowing. That beautiful, thick, pungent cum poured out of his dick. Fat spurts and twitches sent it flying. He cummed on her face, coating her red cheeks with his seed. His filthy, sexy semen couldâve drowned her and she would die happy. It smeared her makeup and got in her glasses. Fuck, that was hard to clean. Maybe she wouldnât even.
âFuck,â he huffed, dropping his head back down into the pillow, âyou like that, bitch?â
âYessir,â she breathed. Minerva licked the dripping cum off her lips as she thought of how sheâd threaten to call the cops if anyone called her a bitch in public. Sheâd probably make a scene, like your typical spoiled suburban white work mom.
Of course, cock like this was what she really spoiled herself with.
She rested her head on his thigh, stretching her tired neck and jaw. All that work, and she barely got that monster cock into her mouth; and it was still so amazing to look at. With her face on his thigh, through just a little bit of his thick, manly hair, she got to smell that beautiful, hot aroma from his sweaty, churning balls. When she raised her eyes, she could see his black dick standing like a monolith. She wanted to get it inside of her. No way it wouldnât turn her into a screamer.
âItâs still hard,â she muttered, more in awe than actually thinking about it. Minerva always turned her brain off when she melted into the throes of interracial pleasure.
âYeah bitch, it is,â snorted her man, âAll yâall white bitches canât believe it,â he reached down and ruffled Minervaâs sleek hair. She accepted. âProlly âcause yâallâs men canât muster that shit, huh?â
âPlease,â scoffed Minerva with a wicked grin she knew her daughters never, ever saw, âI havenât been with a white guy in years. I went black and Iâm never, ever,â she rolled over to take a long, pregnant lick at his balls, âgoing back.â
âSo I was right?â he cocked an eyebrow. Cocky bastard. Huge-cocked too. Minerva would kill herself if her daughters brought home a man like this. She was about to cream herself.
âWanna keep going?â she asked. The bed creaked as she climbed up onto it. She was rather desperate to distract her body, or sheâd start fucking squiritng without even touching herself. How embarrassing. It happened more often than youâd expect, thanks to black guys.
âFuck yeah bitch, you know Iâm up nâ ready.â He bared his teeth. It looked like a grin, but Minerva saw it as an animalistic display of power. To tell her that he was about to rut into her and strip away what made her her. After all, she really didnât act like she cared about it. Her money? Her career? Her family? If she really cared about that all, she wouldnât be fucking a hung black bull every day of the week. And here she was.
âYes, yesss,â Minerva muttered under her breath as she tossed her leg over his pelvis and straddled his dark, sweaty body. She grinded against him with enough force to strip a lesser cock to the bone. To squirt all she had to do was hump her needy pussy, shaved for ease of use, against his godcock. She did. âF-fuck- ah- ahh, fuck-â
âShit babe, you fucking-â
âFuck- yes Iâm fucking cumming- aw!â She tossed her head back and her black hair swung. Her breasts and huge tits heaved as she panted. Was she shuddering? Probably. This guyâs name was fucking Tyrone, of course he gave her good orgasms.
âDamn, that fast?â
âFuck,â she swore again and dropped forward over him. She stretched her neck and her arms. âI mean- yeah? But donât let it stop you, big boy. No refractory period for us ladies, remember? Iâm expecting eight or nine orgasms before the sun goes down.â
âNo rubbers?â
âHell no!â she smiled a little wildly, âI through those stupid things away!â
âAight, you crazy bitch,â he grinned again and lifted his huge, two-toned hand to push his fat cock up against her. It pushed just a little into her slight tummy fat. âLetâs fuckin start.â
Minervaâs face grew into a crazed smile. A whole 24 hours without riding black cock, and a white woman was bound to go crazy. She bit her lower lip, held on to his strong belly, pushed up, and eased her white pussy onto that black dick.
Except she didnât ease it. She was so slippery and wet, and her pussy had been so stretched out by constant hookups with horse-hung black strangers, that Tyrone barely had to push to shove his BBC balls deep into her cunt.
âFuck!â they said, in perfect unison. Black career woman, ghetto thug? Perfect combo. Their hips rotated and moved. Sometimes they bounced up and down and against each other. That black dick in her white MILF body made a noticeable bulge from inside of her. She drooled, with fat glops of her saliva hitting his body the same time her thighs did. Her feet, still in heels, were on the bed, and her knees were up. Much more of this, and she would go limp, and heâd just have to thrust it into her until she had enough orgasms. His cock stretched her pussy out as far as it could go. Yeah, by tomorrow, her hole would return to its normal state for some other black man to satisfy himself in. And her, of course. She was always satisfied.
âIâm cumming!â She yelled. Thank god the house was empty. âIâm cummmmmmingggg Iâm cumming Iâm cumming!â From behind his girthy dick, her asscheeks clenched as tight as her pussy as she finally orgasmed. Again.
He slowed, courteous. When he fucked white women in neighborhoods like this, they were usually nervous, cheating on their good husbands and taking huge dick for the first time. He had to be kind to them, reassure them, make sure not to hurt them. Minerva was a different breed. She had none of that.
âDonât fucking stop, are you fucking stupid?!â
Without hesitating, Tyrone raised his hand and slapped her right across the face. âDonât you fuckin say that shit to me, white bitch. I donât tolerate that.â He scolded as he held her face roughly.
âYes sir,â Minerva squeaked through her pinched cheeks and puckered mouth. âY-you can punish me for it, stud. You should- gulp- do that right now.â Her eyes were wide. Her pupils were dilated.
âMm⊠I think I will bitch.â He relaxed again. Her legs slid down to the bed with her knees facing him. Easy access to slap her thigh; or spank her ass. And spank he did. That big, strong, black arm reached over, with Minerva just as scared of it as any other woman in the neighborhood. He brought his hand down again with a powerful SLAP!
âOwwww,â whined Minerva. Unbecoming for such a woman. Reduced to a horny little kid for big black cock, as usual.
âFucking take it,â he slapped her again. Her back stiffened. SLAP. SLAP. With those, as her thick ass rippled, she started moving back. And forth.
Back and Forth. SLAP. She winced, but her juicing pussy showed how she really felt about the pain. As she went forward she lifted up a little. Her red ass now clapped on his dick again.
10 seconds later, they were going at it like animals. âFUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAHâ reverberated throughout Minervaâs Hobby Lobby-decorated house. She was so fucking happy to have her insides rearranged by that massive black dick. Maybe sheâd bring Tyrone over for a second playdate, she almost never did that. She didnât have time to think though. Only time to get fucked.
But then, there was what you call the twist.
She couldnât hear it over the sounds of herself getting railed, but, downstairs and to the left, the Grimsly houseâs front door was unlocked. A half a second later, as it opened, her overpriced security system sent a BEEP BEEP BEEP. Throughout the house. That she heard.
Part of living a double life was changing personas fast. When you were the most respectable woman and the biggest whore on the planet, you got good at that. So sure, Minerva Grimsly did just drop down a whole foot to take in Tryoneâs BBC, but the second she heard that alarm in her ears, she jumped up, and all the chemicals in her brain triggered by their hot sex seemed like they were gone. And she didnât like it.
âWhat is it?â asked Tyrone, âSomeone home?â
âYou heard it too, right?â Minerva was standing on her heels on her TempurPedic. Her back was hunched over to not hit her head on the ceiling fan. Her hair was a mess. Her pussy was still dripping. It wasnât a great look.
âYeah?â he said.
âAw fuck, she wasnât supposed to be home this early!â Minerva jumped on the bed and landed unsteadily on her heels to hobble over to the door, all the way praying to herself please donât be Maddie please donât be Maddie please donât be Maddie; and Minerva wasnât even a religious woman.
She opened the door and looked. Thankfully, ish, the hallway gave her a clear view straight down to the front door. And, there clear as day, was cute, well-raised, polite little Maddie Grimsly, with her perfectly milquetoast boyfriend.
And Minerva still wanted to orgasm 7 more times today.
That was gonna be an issue.
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