BLONDE MILF JUMPS ON BIG BLACK COCK
The sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow through the window of the bedroom. It illuminated the curve of the woman’s body as she lay sprawled across the bed, her blonde hair fanned out over the pillows like a halo. Her name was Yelena, a Russian milf in her late thirties who had moved to the US a few years back for a fresh start. Little did she know how fresh this new start would be.
Yelena was no stranger to adventure. At 37, she had packed a lot of living into her years – traveling the world, climbing the corporate ladder, and sampling a wide variety of men of every race, age and body type. When it came to sex, her motto was “try everything once.” Well, almost everything… there was one particular kink she had yet to tick off her list.
See, Yelena had a secret fantasy she had never acted on. She wanted to get up close and personal with a big, black cock. A really big black cock. Like the kind they supposedly had in those rap videos. It was a fantasy she kept tucked away in the dark recesses of her mind, one she had never dared to voice aloud, shameful almost, yet impossible to shake.
The American men she had dated here had all been well-endowed for sure, but apparently not impossibly well-endowed. She caught glimpses sometimes, greedy peeks under the sheets, and while it was plenty satisfying, there were nights she’d be sprawled out alone re-watching HBO’s Insecure on Netflix (loving Issa’s Jeymes, of course) and she’d get that panicked tingles in her fingers, that racing heart…and that empty longing. For the real deal.
But this was a delicate subject. As a white, married Russian woman with a new American life to live, Yelena couldn’t just go out and solicit a BBC, could she? It would have been fraud if she did it for the ‘grande cock’ only, and she knew shame would follow her right back to the Motherland, a marked woman. So she kept her fantasy locked away, even while her vibrator stood in as a big ebony dildo as she read insatiable romance novels full of black desires.
Now alone at home, bored after an unremarkable day of errands and dog walking in the neighborhood, Yelena was in the mood for something spicy. Stretching her yoga-thin white limbs across her California King sheets (so much space to work with), she reached over to her nightstand to retrieve her secret adult friend underneath – a gilver vascular vibrating dildo massive enough to make a pornstar squirm.
This was no ordinary dildo mind you, this was the pinnacle of dildos: a ten-inch thick shaft pulsed so realistically like the meaty black cock that dried Yelena’s throat whenever she imagined thrusting it deep inside her. She took a deep breath, stilling herself for a moment in anticipation, a shiver of excitement running through her as she touched it lovingly. This was her porn-ready giant Russian dildo once favored by all her naughty homeland girlfriends back in the day, but never brought in public; it had magic on it of some vodka kind.
Her fingertips traced its length, so warm and velvety. Her breath caught. She turned on the vibrator and could hear a deep hum. Then with slow anticipation, she spread her warm thighs welcoming the massive throbbing ebony shaft to thrust deep inside her white married pussy, breathing waving through giggles. Oh god…
With each plunge of the huge pulsating silicone dildo, Yelena imagined being split open by the blackest of ebony cocks, deliciously parched by her African Prince. She undulated, turned and fucked her face, forgetting her other domestic duties for the tantalizing blowjob Cyril FaceWood of YouTube fame had taught her (thanks Cyril!), pretending it was velvet skin between her wet lips. Those YouTube vlogs were so naughty and is a gift!
Yelena’s moans, high and husky, would have been obscene had the neighbors heard. The dildo stretched her throbbing pussy so exquisitely that she could imagine imploding after each thrust. “Ohhhh…fuckkk…yes…si..si!!!!” Her slutty cries filled the room. Sweat beaded on her brow. This was so nasty, so dirty, so forbidden…and it just made her hotter.
After a marathon of cock-thrusting dildo bliss, Yelena finally came, her orgasm wracking her slender body into twitching submission. She felt her juices soak the Egyptian cotton sheets like a pretty white lake of lust god dess! Her muscles clenched and unclenched around the huge shaft pulsing inside her, now at long last slimy and sticky, like she truly had been fuc…lol. She slowly emerged feeling the endorphin high and nommed on lavash crackers, lubricated with oil and honey.
Two hours later, after wiping the dildo and drying the house down, Yelena was silently thanking her lucky cooch. She felt satisfied and empty of shame, but was reminded of her window. What was that saying? Only a fool is satisfied one? She’d ponder that later and watch some Cardi, then nap. After all, a woman’s work is never done, even though her pussy still felt done for the night! NO ONE TOLD…at least not at Carrie Bradshaw’s magazine.
