Doing my part for the League and the BBC delivery - Sex Stories

Doing my part for the League and the BBC delivery

I have been accused of a few things over the years, but never of being dull, or afraid to try new things. Since I became enamored with black men, and specifically their cocks, things have been even less dull, and I’ve become more adventurous than ever. My husband has been supportive of my escapades, this was after all, his idea to begin with. He was right, I was a naturally slutty white girl for them. Fair skinned and with an innate yearning to suck cock even before I sucked my first black guy, I have never had an encounter I regretted, or that they did either. Living in the snow white suburbs, there is somewhat limited opportunity for me to engage my lust for big black cock, but I manage. It’s always surprising to me what presents itself, and from where. My cell phone rang about ten A.M. on a typical Friday morning. I was serving as manager of the snack stand for the local little league fields, and a soda delivery was due around noon. It was the soda delivery man making sure someone would be there to unlock the gate. I had the deep voice and unmistakable dialect of a black man, and immediately ideas filled my head. I took a quick shower, threw on my tightest spandex shorts and flimsiest short t-shirt without a bra or panties, then I slipped my tennis shoes on and headed for the ballpark. I wanted to be there first so I could see him, to see if the voice matched who showed up. If it was an old fat guy I had another big sweatshirt to quickly throw over everything. I stood ...

... inside the unlocked storage room and waited a few minutes until I heard the truck. I peeked out the window, and could see him pretty well with his window down. He was young looking, maybe 30. When the truck came to a stop, he jumped out and I could feel myself waiver slightly as if a big breeze just went through the shed. He was very dark complexion, muscular but thin, and about 6’ 4” tall. He looked like an athlete who maybe missed for some reason, or got hurt. But all the physical prowess was still there in him. I hurried outside and welcomed him. My nipples were already popping through tipping off my excitement, and he noticed them. “You uh, been waiting long?” Then he flashed a smile. I could barely contain myself. He began off-loading the soda and went around to get his dolly. As he stacked the cases higher and higher, I couldn’t help but express my concern. “You sure are loading that dolly up, is it safe?” He chuckled at my concern. “Oh, I’ll be able to handle it. And with a bigger load I’ll only have to make 3-4 trips instead of 7-8.” He kept loading and I stood behind him. “Well, bigger is better is how I usually feel too, but in this case, why such a rush? This is so contrary to my natural affinity for big loads.” Before he could turn around I was almost back in the storage shed, he caught just a glimpse before I stepped thru the doorway, pausing just enough to wink at him. I went to the window and studied him long enough to notice a new development under his loose ...