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|I was sitting watching TV and it was closing at noon and was thinking about what to eat for lunch. The doorbell rang and I got up a bit irritating, to open the door.
When I open the door of a tall, attractive black woman was standing there with a vacuum cleaner in hand. My first instinct was to close the door. I was trying not to be grumpy old man my wife said I was, so I opened the door wider and immediately met with a sales pitch.
"Good morning, sir," he began. "I can take a few minutes of your time to show our company cleaner vacuum again? I ........."
"Miss, please leave!", I interrupted. "I'm interested in buying a vacuum not today, not ever!"
"But sir, it only take a few minutes of your time." And .......... '
"Sorry," I said, cutting short again. "You're wasting time."
"Please, sir, it's my first day. I do a lot of credit if only I could get into the house.'m Going to be able to put your name and show my boss had been showing the new machine." She said with a pleading tone.
I noticed your cream skirt, tight white blouse and long legs and I thought my lunch could wait. I stepped back to allow women into the living room.
I'm an old man, I guess, because my eyes went straight to his back broad and wide. I'm 5'9 "and I thought she was 5'11" and her shapely ass was bubbled for its size.
"My name is Cynthia.", I said. "I can ask yours, sir?"
"I am Don." Answered. "Don Sampson."
"Well, this is our new vacuum millennia. Comes with 15 accessories and attachments that will clean every corner of your house." Began his sales pitch again, pulling the cable of the vacuum cleaner and looking for an exit.
I pointed below the TV and sat in my leather chair. I smiled as he leaned in front of me to plug the gap in the wall outlet.
"You know Cynthia," I said. "I do not think I'm being forward, but you're a very attractive young woman. How old are you?"
"Thank you! I just turned 32." Answered. "Is the lady of the house home? She may be very interested in seeing this."
"No. She's out for a couple of days to visit the children." Answered. "It's just me and one thing this great house." It was the only house of 1200 square feet.
"I'll be back soon!" She tweeted, moving toward the door. "I have only to grab a box. Not take a moment."
I was regretting letting her in the house, but I thought, what else was there to do with my day and she seemed like a nice young lady. Certainly was handsome. A real treat for the eyes!
Back in the room, she spent the next hour and 10 minutes I shows all attachments 15 and all I could do. After that, I asked if he could take a seat on the couch. So sitting, pulled out a manila folder, leather. When opened, it contained what appeared order forms.
"Tell me, Cynthia," I asked. "Are you married?"
"Yes I am. Going on nine years." He replied.
"Are you happy?" I asked.
"That's a bit personal is not it, Mr. Sampson." She replied shyly.
"I just wanted to get to know you a little." I defended myself. "What does your husband do?"
"He is in the Navy. He has been at sea for a month." She said, adding. "Five months to go!"
He said the last words with a roll of the eyes and a tone of dismay showing.
"You have children?" Continued the interrogation.
"Not yet! But we're dealing with."
"I bet your husband is happy about that." Observed. "You know what they say about practice. Perfection is made, in the case of you, babies!"
"Mr. Sampson, you're embarrassing me." She said, sounding a little shyly showing girl ".
"You're about to talk about funding and such, right?"
Indeed it was. She spent the next 25 minutes reviewing all financing, monthly payments and such.
"So what do you think, Mr. Sampson," she said, finishing her small talk.
"I think you're a very attractive woman, Cynthia. Their long legs are very well trained." I said, then asked. "I can offer you something to drink ........ coffee, cola or tea?"
"I have to accept any of that, but a Coke would be good." He replied. "I've been talking for a long time."
I went to the kitchen, poured a Coke with ice, returned to the room, gave it to her as she sat on the couch, and then disappeared into my room for a few moments. A plan had materialized. The opening of the wall safes, took eight $ 100 bills. I returned to the room and placed the neat stack of bills on the coffee table and sat down.
Cynthia gaze shifted between money and me
"So you've changed your mind. How much will you leave, Mr. Sampson?" Asked.
"I told you, Miss Cynthia, I'm not interested in buying a vacuum." I said.
I saw the girl squirm. He took a sip of Coca-Cola as his head moved aimlessly, eyes studying various elements in the environment.
"What is money, sir?" She asked timidly.
"For you, my dear lady?", I replied, then asked. "How many of the prices on the things I have sold today? You should have something to show for their hard work, to buy nice things. And please, call me Don".
"How much is that .......... Don", she asked, nodding at the table.
"$ 800." I replied.
I realized that his mind was working while watching the money.
"I could not! I was raised better than that." She said, with confidence at first, and not so much to me but to herself, trying to convince herself not to do anything crazy. Then his confidence wavered. "You should be ashamed of himself, Mr. Sampson, tempting me like this! I do not need to work, you know."
"I'm just an old guy with money to spend much time on their hands."
"But I am a black woman and you're a white man," she said, without tracking reasoning.
"To me, you're an attractive woman." I offered. "They do not have them, so to speak, with her man at sea. Indeed, he would rather see someone like me that some young whippersnapper black. You will not be disappointed. You will find that giving more than you give.? Her husband will give oral sex? "
"MR. SAMPSON," she exclaimed with volume, trying to stand up, but fell sharply, losing his balance, falling back on the pillows of the couch, giving me a look to see the skirt. I noted immediately their snow white panties.
"I do not expect to return the favor." I place.
"I do not suck anyone's cock! She stammered, straightening, returning to its upright position." Are you not the lease bit anyone interested can go through? One of the friends of his wife? '
"They hate me and I know she is out of town, anyway."
I saw his mind working as he watched the money again. Actually I do not think she ever took his eyes off her after learning of the amount.
"$ 800 is a lot of money!" He whispered.
"It is!" I agreed. "And, I would be tempted to guess what you need her pussy kissed, very bad."
"His speech has got me a little wet between my legs." She said, shyly. "I can put that in my bag now?"
"It is perfectly safe there, but, if desired, no doubt." Answered.
I suggested she go to the bathroom to freshen up. I stood up and offered my hand to her. Hesitantly, she took it and walked down the short hall to the bathroom. I left the road and went into the bathroom. I followed.
"Are you going to see me, Mr. Sampson?" She asked, a bit of surprise in his voice.
"If you do not mind?" I replied.
"I think it will be fine." Said. "I'll be a bit embarrassed."
"You do not have to remove all clothing. Only skirt and panties is all that should be necessary." I instructed.
I took a piece of cloth and a small towel as he took off his shoes and grabbed her skirt button. She took it off and folder in half and then put it on one of the empty towel racks. She avoided my gaze as he pushed white panties off her hips, her legs down, leaving them. She bent down to pick them up, put them on top of the skirt.
"You are really a lovely black woman, Cynthia." I said, as he handed the towel.
"Thank you." She whispered, a little tremor in her voice.
It moved very slowly as if not sure how to proceed.
"Why not just get into the tub and squatted." I suggested. "It will be easier for you."
Again, uncertainty and hesitation, began to unbutton her blouse, removing it and putting it on top of the other elements. I guess he did not want to get wet.
"You only have left to take off." I again suggested. "You think you could do that? Would be a pleasure."
He stood in front of me to get her back to undo her bra, letting it fall forward, freeing her ample breasts. Heavy, which sank very little. I had an unobstructed view of his thick bush of pubic hair that appeared neatly trimmed.
"Have you ever been with a black woman, Mr. Sampson," she asked, as she walked over to the tub, adjusting the water.
"If you promise to call me Don, I will answer that question.", I said, continuing unanswered. "A long, long time ago I was the last year of high school and I became very close with a black girl on the cheerleading squad."
"And you fuck her?" She asked.
"Many times," I replied with a joyful memory. "My only regret is having to use a condom. I should not do the same for you."
As she rubbed her soapy cloth between her legs I noticed a bit of concern in his expression.
"Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Don?" She asked. "I thought he just wanted to eat my pussy?"
"Well, to be honest, I'd love to fuck you." I explained. "It would take a pill to take a couple of hours early to do justice to that beautiful pussy of yours, but we'll see. Would you mind if I did."
"Guess not." She responded with little enthusiasm.
I keep looking at her as she ran the cloth over her ass and thighs. His chest shook as he moved.
"I have seen my wife often squatting in the bathtub before fucking.'s The world's most erotic scene. Yet, she has not given me much lately pussy." Stammered. "That position, squatting, bother you so much?"
"No way!" He replied. "I have very strong legs!"
"And very long beautiful, in that" I appraised. "Allow me, please."
I took the small bath towel and began drying her body dry. It was a real pleasure to caress the buttocks and thighs and large very healthy legs. "Put your leg over the edge." I patted dry thick mat before gently pushing the towel between his legs, dry vagina.
"I would like you to try something that I think like." I said as I took her to the guest room. "I'll lie on the ground and I want to squat on my face. You think you can do that?"
"Do not see why not," she replied, without reservation in his tone.
"I think we will find this very mind blowing!"
I took off my shorts and underpants cotton, noting that my cock hung limp and only a couple of inches long. I looked to see if I go Cynthia, but she looked away shyly.
I stood on the floor beside the bed, his head toward the foot of the bed, instructing him to hold on to the bed for balance. Facing the foot of the bed, dragged his feet until he felt he was in line and then slowly squatted over me, spreading her knees.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Cynthia." I said, looking at her pussy lips filled, surrounded by hair.
"I like to think so, Mr. Don." She replied, without any sign of embarrassment in her voice.
I maneuvered a little to put my face properly and then I reached out and patted the buttocks and lifted her head slightly to caress my tongue over his lips. The reaction was instantaneous as she tried to get away from my tongue.
"Relax, honey." I instructed in a soft and loving. "Here it comes again. Allow your energy comes through her voice."
I licked across his lips once more, felt her tremble, but she maintained her position.
"Mr. Don! Do not know if I can do this!" He exclaimed. "It's very intense. Two good!"
"It would be worth your time, sugar!", I assured him. "Everything is at rest."
She must have been concentrating because I felt her buttocks while exploring her pussy loosened. Her butt hole was so close I thought, it's clean, "what the hell". It was well worth it as her moans temptation completely changed the tone and volume as my tongue probed her ass hole.
I went quickly to her pussy and put his tongue in her pussy, causing a cry more charming. She pressed her ass as best I could as tongue fucked slowly for several minutes.
"Mr. Don", she exclaimed, with difficulty breathing through the mouth. "It's good! Lord is good!"
I hummed my understanding.
Her pussy was really wet and I was trying to purge their juices from my mouth without a lapse in stimulating it.
I realized he was missing in lust as she moans had stopped and I could practically hear his labored, like childbirth, breathing through the mouth. His head bobbed up and down and shook him like a lioness.
I moved to her clit, which had been intentionally avoiding. It lasted less than a minute before shuttering as orgasm overtook her. She screamed and moaned like a wounded animal.
My chin and neck was soaked with her juices. My wife or girlfriend in my memory as I never Cynthia was soaked.
She fell forward still trembling orgasm. I grabbed my cock and found what I had been there .......... a harder erection!
I maneuvered, rolled and Cynthia rushed to get her back again. His legs until then, but did not spread.
"Mr. Don! Please!" Pleaded. "We can not do this!"
"Cynthia, will not stay long!", I said, with a pleading tone.
Their resistance was actually having a positive effect on my erection.
Gently, but actively tried to push her legs a piece. Still, she resisted. Still I tried to spread them.
His resistance faltered as she shook her head, but her legs were opened and I maneuvered around her.
"Help me in!" Led me straight as I armed my weight on it.
His legs are pushed further when reached to grab my dick and puts it into his hole. He pushed me into it cautiously. Happy to hear a groan issued as nice of her deeply penetrated me.
I started pumping it slowly, with the intention of enjoying her pussy for as long as I could. I looked into her eyes and smiled gently, and guess who knowingly. I kissed her lips and she kissed him back. I wondered if he had forgotten my little mouth was wet with her juices and she did not care.
I sat on her, cradling her in my arms. She helped knees back around my waist and pushed her ass to meet my thrusts. Lasted much longer than it was expected, but my flaccid penis finally dropped it. I breathed a sigh of regret and moved away from her.
"Delivered for me so that I can violate that beautiful ass of yours."
I licked, kissed and nibbled her bottom chocolate, running my tongue along the crack of her ass on numerous occasions. He handed me for long minutes. She purred like a kitten and tight buttocks repeatedly, showing his pleasure. "Mr. Don". Whispered. "You're getting me upset again. Maybe I should stop."
He put on his back and she willingly opened her legs for me when I started to kiss and then a light pen tongue her pussy again. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, placing her hands on her belly.
I did not stop her clitoris but this time I used the least amount of pressure that could.
She soon lost in their desire to move up the ladder again. His body froze momentarily, teetering on the top rung of the ladder, before diving again in ecstasy.
As he relaxed, his breathing almost normal, I kept gently licked her clitoris, but showed his desire for more, happy to play with my hair and ears, smiling at me.
We went back to the bathroom and I was, wash my dick in the sink, studying her as she crouched in the bathtub. I saw her dress and felt my cock rise a little when he entered her snow-white panties
I ran back to the guest room to wear pants and shorts. I got into my room, I took pen and paper, write down my phone number.
I met her in the living room and helped to collect and re-box attachments.
"You come to see me again sometime?" I asked expectantly.
"I do not know Mr. Don." She replied hesitantly.
"They have to play here. I have an apartment in the center of the office. Takes my number and do not hesitate to call. I do business on the phone all the time, so if you tell me that you're wife responds exchange."
"I can not promise." She offered. "You're a good man. Really bad, but a good man."
"Hey, I'll take a pill for the next time!" Joke said.
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