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Pool Party

I was exhausted the day after the 123-man gang bang working my first night. I was also VERY sore. I was glad when the super told me I could have a few days off. He said to rest up this weekend, and be ready to go back to work next Monday.

I was relaxing by pool one day that week. I had some time off, and I needed the rest. I got in my skimpiest bikini, and drifted off to sleep in the midday sun. Suddenly, I was awakened by a shadow blocking the sun from my eyes. I rubbed my eyes, and saw a large, black man standing with a pool net in his hand.

"Pool cleaner, ma'am," he said. "I went to the front door, but there was no answer."

Then I remembered my husband saying something about the pool cleaner coming this week.

"Did you want me to come back later?" he asked.

"No," I said as I tried to cover up as best I could. "Go ahead and do you job while you're here."

"Will I bother you working?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I'll just go inside."

"You don't have to," he said. "Just stay here, and I'll work quietly without disturbing you."

With that, he took off his shirt, and went to work. He looked like a chisled, African god. His muscles were rippling with each stroke of the net in the pool. I tried to get back to sleep, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I don't know what came over me, but I slipped my hand under my panties and started rubbing myself when his back was turned. I started moaning softly, and I guess he heard me. Every time he turned around, I quickly removed my hand, and tried to like I was sleeping.

I had my eyes closed when the sun was blocked out again.

He stood over me once again. When I looked up, he said, "suck my cock, bitch."

"Excuse me?" I tried to say in my best startled voice.

He repeated, "suck my cock, you white whore."

"Now look here," I tried to say in a convincing tone. "You are here to clean the pool. You are just a hired hand."

He said, "get on your knees, you white bitch. I know what you were doing. You want this cock. You must be the neighborhood slut. Every neighboorhood has one. Now get on your knees and suck my cock."

"Who do you think you are?" I asked.

"I'll show you who I am," he said. And with that, he grabbed me by my shoulders, and pulled my out of the lounging chair. He forced my to my knees by pushing on my shoulders. I was kneeling inches from his shorts. I could see him hardening in his shorts.

"You know what to do, you little piece of shit," he said.

"No, please," I begged. "Don't make me do this."

"You know that you want it, you little slut," he said.

"No, please," I repeated. "At least not here. The neighbors will see. Let's go inside, please."

"What do I care about the neighbors?" he asked. "I'm sure they know what a little slutty tramp you are by now. If they don't, it's about time they learn what a hungry slut they have in this neighborhood. I'll bet you'll be busy after this workout. Now, suck my cock, you little slut."

He still held his strong hands on my shoulders. I pulled down his shorts, and his huge cock popped to attention right in my face. What he said was true--I REALLY wanted his cock. I grabbed it with both hands, and greedily stuck it into my mouth. I felt his hands move from my shoulders to the back of my head. He was moving my head up and down the length of his rock-hard cock. It must have been nine or ten inches!

I heard him moan with delight. "Damn, you're a good little cocksucker," he said. "You must be a professional!"

I looked up, and momentarily took his cock out of my mouth. "I am," I said, as I looked into his eyes.

"Then get back to work, whore," he said, as he forced my head back onto his cock.

I looked around as best I could, hoping that nobody was watching from either house beside us. Luckilly, it was the middle of the day, and everybody was at work.

I was fondling his balls with my hand, and could tell he was close to cumming by the way his balls were getting tight. They were really tight, and I could tell this was going to be a BIG load.

"Stop sucking, whore," he said. Then he lifted my up by the shoulders. He bent me over the back of the lounging chair. I felt him tear my panties from my bottom. Then he stood me up. He reached under my top, and started pinching my nipples. I couldn't help but moan loudly with delight.

"You like that, you little whore?" he whispered in my ear.

"Oh, yes, mister," I moaned. I was really enjoying feeling his muscular hands on my nipples.

He whispered, "take off your bra, slut."

I reached around and untied it. Then I slipped it off my head. He pulled me close to his body, and I felt his fingers pinching my nipples again. I started moaning again softly.

"If you really like it, slut," he said, "then let me know it. In fact, let the whole neighborood know what a slut you really are."

"I don't know," I said.

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" he asked.

I got the idea. I started moaning a little louder.

"Louder," he said. "I want you to draw a crowd to your husband's pool so that everyody can see what a hungry slut he has."

Then the moaning turned to screaming. "Oh, yes!" I shouted. "Play with your whore, baby" I screamed.

"That's more like it," he said.

I looked down at his dark fingers fondling my pink, hard nipples. Oh, it felt so good. I wanted him to fuck me with his huge cock.

"Fuck me with that beautiful cock, baby," I said in a soft moan.

"You'll have to do better than that," he said. "Whores like you have to BEG for cock, and I want to hear the whole neighborhood hear you beg for the cock of a 'hired help' black man."

"PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL COCK!" I yelled out as loud as I could.

"That's more like it," he said.

Then he bent me back over the lounge chair. I felt his cock enter into me, and he rammed it in so hard, I felt his balls slap my legs with the first thrust.

"Oh, yes, baby," I yelled. "Fuck your whore hard."

He was banging away. It felt so good. I looked around to make sure that we had no nosy neighbors. We didn't, so I screamed louder.

"Yes! Fuck your little whore, mister."

He must have been getting close. He asked, "you want it, slut?"

"Oh, yes, give it to me baby!" I yelled.

"You want me to come in your face, whore?"

"No," I screamed. "Cum in my pussy. I want to feel your sperm burn my pussy."

"Really?" he asked.

"I WANT IT, MISTER" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

That must have pushed him over the edge, because I felt wave after wave of hot sperm pouring into my womb. He tried to pull out, but I backed up as best I could, and begged as loudly as I could scream, "please let me have it all, mister."

"Damn," he said, "you are a fucking slut."

When he finished, he pulled out. He backed up a step, and hit my knees in front of him. I started sucking him again.

"You can come for me one more time, can't you mister?" I asked.

He looked down, and said, "I don't know if I want to. You're too much of a slut."

"PLEASE!" I screamed.

"Ok," he said, "but you're going to have to do all the work."

"I will," I panted. "I just want you to fuck me again with that gorgeous cock of yours."

I went back to work sucking as hard as I could. I could feel him stiffening in my mouth.

"Lay down on the chair," I said.

He moved into position, and I kneeled down by the chair, and cotinued sucking. He was moaning with delight, and I could tell he was really enjoying my blow job. His hands one again returned to the back of my head.

Then I stood up, straddled the chair facing away from him, grabbed his cock, and rubbed in my clit.

"Ooooh," I moaned as I hovered over him. "Does that feel good, mister?" I asked.

"Yes it does, slut," he responded.

"Then what about this?" I asked, but didn't wait for an answer.

I sat down on his cock as hard as I could, in order to ram it up my pussy the hardest and fastest I could. I started moaning as I was riding him up and down.

"Scream for me, slut," he said.

I didn't have to fake it. "Oh, that's soooo good, mister," I screamed. "Come for your whore one more time, baby."

I was riding so hard, I didn't notice what was going on around me. All I could think of was to bounce up and down on the cock filling my aching pussy.

"Give it to me, baby" I pleaded. "PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME!"

Once again, I felt wave after wave of hot liquid filling my pussy. It was ecstasy. I started shaking as I mixed my own cum with his. Then I fell down, limp and exhausted at the fucking I had just gotten.

"What a slutty whore you are, lady," he said. "I'll come back, and we will do this again."

"Please do," I said. "And make sure to bring your friends," I added.

"Damn, you are a slut," he said. "All right, I'll see you later."

He picked up his tools, and headed out the fence. I laid on the lounging chair, and got a nap, hoping to get a tan.

When I woke up, it was about a half an hour later. I got my suit on, and went into the house. I took a shower and got dressed. I needed to start supper soon.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. 'Who can that be,' I thought.

I opened the door. It was the neighbor, Mr. *******.

"Hello, Mr. *******" I said. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I took the day off work today," he said. "It was a very boring day, until about an hour ago."

"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping for the best, and trying not top tip my hand.

"Well, I saw one of the moist exciting live porno shows I have ever seen today," he responded. "And I was hoping to be a part of it."

"What did you see, Mr. *******?" I asked coyly.

"I saw the neighborood slut servicing a pool cleaner," he responded.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, quite sure," he said. "And I'm sure ******* (my husband) would be quite interested in hearing about the show."

"Well, come in, and let's talk about it."




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Georgia



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