Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2023 15:34:54 -0500
From: StoryTeller <storytellerguy2020@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 8 - My Black DILF Neighbor

                    Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor

Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial

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Chapter 8
Before Susan returned, I had given him more than ten long and slow
blowjobs. By the end of the week, I had perfected the art of cock-sucking
and blowing his brains out. It wasn't a one-way street. Every single
time, he finger-fucked me to orgasm after orgasm. In fact, he relished my
moaning, crying, and whimpering as he finger-fucked spurt after spurt of
cum from deep down my gut. At the end of our sessions, we would quickly
and quietly clean up and split, acting as strangers to others.

Even after Susan started spending weekends with him, our little escapades
didn't stop. I felt good about the fact this handsome hunk of an
olive-skinned, mixed-race black man loved getting these hot blowjobs from
me. I knew a side of this 44-year-old, 190 lbs., 6'2", 44" C, 33" W,
and 15" B, sports medicine doctor with an 8.5-inch thick uncut cock that
nobody else did. A sexual, animalist beasty side that needed daily
calming that I was proud of providing.

When in the crowd of his family members or friends, he would use signals
and gestures to call me to his apartment or come to mine for our session.
He would stand up and walk away from them to the other side of the
terrace and stand facing my side with his feet wide apart, his hands on
the belt pointing towards his crotch. I would follow him to the other
side and look at him. Our eyes will meet and I will run my tongue on my
lips.

A few seconds later, he would message me, "30, U" meaning in 30 minutes
I should go to his apartment, or "45, I" meaning in 45 minutes he would
come to mine.

As November approached, the College Football season started getting into
high gear. He became busier and so did I. His family members started
visiting more often. Sometimes just for a few hours and other times
staying over for a day. Susan's weekly visits continued. My Uncles and
cousins planned so many events for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I was
mostly happy with my life.

One Friday evening in November just before Thanksgiving, I saw Mr. Woods
and Karen making out on the terrace. Minutes later, they were leaving for
their bedroom, still clinging to one another. I was dying to see them
doing it again, not that I knew how his cock felt and tasted. I decided
to do what I had done earlier.

I bent on my feet, snuck over the boundary wall, crawled to the front
patio, went around behind a chair in the dark, crept up to one, and
peeked in. I tried to be as quiet as possible. My hard cock was throbbing
in my shorts like it was leading the way. My heart was pounding!

I looked through the window in the dimly lit room. There they were on
their bed stark naked. He was sitting against the headboard on the post
bed with his legs stretched out, completely naked, his enormous cock out.
She was lying naked between his legs, sucking his cock.  Her left hand
was playing with his balls, rolling them in her big fist, groaning as she
tugged on his hairy eggs. She could barely get two inches inside her
mouth. She was using her hands to stroke his shaft. From this angle, I
was not getting a good view of the expression of Mr. Woods.

I wanted to get an even better view of him, so I crouched down and
silently crawled down to the side window and quietly went up the metal
spiral stairs to get a top view of them from the top of the window. From
there I saw him with his eyes closed in his pleasure being given a wet
blowjob. His muscular arms, his chiseled abs, and pecks, his strong legs,
all of him shining in the dim yellow light falling from the ceiling. One
thing I noticed was that his expressions were not the same as what his
expressions were with me.

After a while, he pushed his cock into her, and she whimpered in
pleasure. Slowly he started pumping his cock in and out and the bed
started making a creaking sound.

"Ohhhhhhh, Bill . . . Yessssss . . ." her moaning got louder and
shriller.

I could hear him growling once in a while too, low throaty grunts of
pleasure. But her moaning was unrelenting! As he would increase the
speed, Susan would ask him to slow down, go easy and he would slow down.
I felt that he didn't like that. She placed her hands on his chest and
her hands on his hips to control his movements. From that, I sensed that
she didn't want him full inside.

I felt a stirring in my tummy. My asshole was twitching now, and I saw
Mr. Woods kick it into high gear. She kept her hands on his thighs to
prevent him from getting deeper. He was pounding her hard, and they were
both loving it. They must have been at it for some time now, and he
started fucking her faster and harder. Her wailing turned into a real
scream as he fucked her right into an orgasm! I saw him on top of her,
plowing deep into her as he blew, both of them screaming out with
ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating. She reached
around and caressed his broad, strong back. I saw the look on Mr. Woods'
face. It wasn't the look of a fully satisfied man, the look I had seen.
I was aroused. I wanted to be in Susan's place with him fucking me hard.

Following Tuesday, I was about to hit the showers after the swim when he
texted, "Where are you?"

"I am about to hit the shower," I replied seconds later.

"Leave the front door unlocked." Came back his order.


Minutes later, he was standing naked in my bathroom. I saw his
olive-skinned tall muscular body move to join me in the showers. He
pushed me aside and took a quick shower as I watched.

He turned off the water and then said, "I'm horny. Get on your knees and
suck me off."


"I will get late to work, Mr. Woods."

"The longer you talk, the later you will be." He said while putting
pressure on my shoulders with both his hands.

I knelt in front of him against the wall. He took out his wet,
freshly-showered cock in his hand which was only half hard, slapped my
face, my lips with its weight. It hurt me but it felt good too. Within
seconds it was hard as rock. It looked huge. I held it at its base with
one hand and pulled the foreskin back with the other. I kissed and licked
his cockhead, and twirled my tongue several times around its ridge. He
moaned in pleasure. His cock got hard. Then I put the cockhead into my
mouth in its rigid state and started swirling my tongue on its head and
heard him moaning and growling.

I used my spit to wet his shaft while stroking it with my hands. He
looked down and spat a glob of saliva on the shaft to lubricate it more.
I lotion-ed the saliva over his shaft and I slid it down my throat. I
began to suck as if my life depended on it. His cock swelled further up
to fill my mouth.

Once he was fully erect I couldn't get all of him into my throat in that
position. With a little over two-inch diameter he was just too thick. I
tried to take him as deep in my mouth as possible but I would start
gagging at 5 inches. I tightly wrapped my hands around the base of his
dick and stroked it as my mouth bobbed up and down on the five inches I
could handle.

Minutes later, he took my hands away from his cock and placed them on his
hips. Next, with his hands on the back of my head, he started pumping his
cock in my mouth slowly. Then he increased the speed. With the stamina
and endurance, he had shown while fucking my mouth before, how long he
would last.

He started pushing his rod gently but firmly, and soon he was deep in my
throat. He held me down.  My throat twitched around him and he moaned
some more.

His cock pulsed in my throat.  I fought not to gag and held him in for as
long as I could.  It felt so incredible, impaled on his huge hard cock!
When I had to come up, he let me, but only halfway.  His hand held me
firmly, I still had several hard inches of his cock in my mouth but I
could breathe and relax a bit, so I was OK.  I was panting hard around
his stalk.   I felt the pressure from his hand again, and I let my throat
relax as he pushed me down deep.  When my lips pressed into his trimmed
hipbone, I gulped my throat muscles around him, pulling him into me
deeper.  He groaned, deeply, "Awwww, fuck kid," I felt his prick pulse
and throb inside my distended throat.  "Fucking deep wet throat you got,
boy."

I gulped again around his wand, nearly gagging and spewing him out, but I
calmed myself and held him in.  He must have felt it because he got
steely hard.  He moaned and held me firmly on him.  I gulped again,
massaging his shaft some more.  Strangely, I felt relaxed and calm enough
to do that a few more times before I had to slide him out to breathe.  He
was in such a state of bliss that he didn't even stop me this time.

His club fell into my hand, thick and slimy and heavy as a rock.  As I
stroked it, I drooled all over him. His cock was pulsing and leaking like
crazy on my tongue.  I twirled my tongue around the ridge again and
again.  He was whimpering now, so I did that a few more times, taking his
cockhead in and out of my mouth and creating strong suction.

"Oh, fuck, kid," he growled and pushed his butt forward toward me.
 "Awwww, yeah."

His cock throbbed harder in my mouth.  My jaws extended far beyond their
limits as I bobbed deeper on his spike.  It was ready to burst, the skin
stretched taut around it. I felt his body go into convulsions, and his
hips bucked into me, totally out of control.  His moaning got louder and
louder, and then he cried out, jamming himself into me deep.  I don't
know when his hands took hold of my head, but now they held me firmly
against him, his pulsing cock spurting load after thick load deep into my
throat.

I pushed against him and finally broke free.  I gasped some air, and dove
right back on his spurting cock.  I sucked and sucked him while he
blasted, dragging his cockhead across my tongue as it poured out more cum
for me to gulp down.  He cried out with each burst of his juice.  My
tongue felt each shot pulse through his pole before the taste hit it.
Fuck yeah, I could hardly gulp it down fast enough!  It tasted musky and
manly and so sweet, too.  I sucked on his head and he gushed out more for
me.  Eventually, the fountain of spouge slowed down and I nursed out the
last trickles.  He was moaning and panting hard.

Finally, he pulled out, slapped his dick on my face and lips a few times,
and wiped it across my face twice while keeping his eyes locked with mine
and smiling a triumphant smile on his face.  He patted me on my head,
pushed me up, turned me around, spit on his fingers, and shoved them deep
into my waiting hole. I was hard as hell bursting for a quick release.
His expert fingers found the joy button and he rubbed them as I moaned. A
minute later, he finger-fucked me vigorously, pumping his fingers so hard
that I started moaning and whimpering in pleasure. "Awwh...aww...aww"
kept erupting from my mouth. I trembled and squealed again and again as I
came so violently, spraying spurts of jizz all over the shower wall. He
didn't stop till I reached back and held his hand to stop him.

Heaving heavily, I slid down the floor as he pushed me aside. He rinsed
himself again and left the shower smiling, leaving me on the floor.

I quickly showered, picked up the towel, wrapped it around my waist, and
came out. There I saw him, in front of the vanity, putting on his suit
and tie readying for his work. His face was beaming with a big broad sexy
grin. He looked at me with a satisfied leery look as if he had won a
battle.

I wanted to talk to him about doing more than just what we had been
doing. As if he read my mind,

"What??"

I hesitated. Sure, it was hot what I was getting but I really wanted more
than that. I needed him inside me.

"Can we try something different?" I said.

"I like it my way."

"It's good. I really like it but I'd like more than just BJs."

There was a long pause. Very long. After two or three minutes I wondered
if I'd pushed too hard.

"Don't be a bitch. We are not in a relationship. I don't dig men. We
made it clear from the start. What we have is just great. You satisfy my
needs and I satisfy yours. You love it. In fact, you should hear yourself
out when I give you those violent orgasms. I have Susan to fuck and you
to unload my loads. It's going great, don't mess it up."
He squeezed hair gel on his hands, applied it to his hair, and then
washed his hands under the sink. Then he looked for the towel. He came
near me, yanked my towel, wiped his hands, and threw the towel back at
me.  I was standing butt-naked in front of him.

"Besides, it's quite aspirational of you. Do you think your ass can
handle my cock? I will split you into two. You won't be able to walk
again." He laughed naughtily and squeezed my butt hard.

He saw the look of disappointment on my face and then said, "Well, I am
getting late. Send me a short message describing what you want. If it is
hot enough, maybe we will do it." Another squeeze of my butt.

Seconds later he was at the door about to leave without saying a word.
But then he turned around and said with his hand on his crotch, "Thanks
for making this happy!" laughed and left.

I stood naked in front of the mirror thinking about how awful my sex life
was before I started this cock-sucking affair with him. What would my sex
life be like without him? I wanted him in my life on his terms. I needed
this release, so I decided to never bother him about this again.

A few days later, he asked me to leave him a voicemail describing what
more I wanted from him. I thought about it in detail and that evening I
left him this message.

"Mr. Woods, I have an inferno burning deep inside my boypussy, which
needs to be doused regularly. Only a macho, powerful stud like you can
put out this insatiable fire while meeting his daily carnal appetite. I
want you to use my body, my holes to your satisfaction. I want to give
you all that I have. I want you to take it as and when you want to take
it. I want your big fat cock deep inside my boypussy and make me full.
You are huge. I know your cock will feel good when you fuck me. I want
you to take me, to plow my ass, to ram into me. Fuck me, fuck my mind. I
need you, your huge cock plugging my hole, pumping in me, ramming in me.
I want my boypussy to belong to you. Please fill me, use me, fuck me, and
cum in me."

---To be continued ---