Elevator Dreams

I'm flattered by the many nice and inspiring responses of the stories I wrote so far. Many are from men, some of women. I've received one from a woman of my own age. She is, just like me, a fat black old woman. We've started a chat session and she told me about a young white man, who lives in the same apartment building. I encouraged her to write down her fantasy about him. She asked me if I could edit it for her and permitted me to submit it with my other stories. Here it is!

It's some time ago I'd visited your site and read the story about the fat black old woman with her young white lover. I read a lot and like stories; sometimes I search the Internet and download an Ebook. And by searching I ended at this site and my curiosity brought me by the story. Well, it took my breath; I've downloaded it, printed it, and read it many times. It awakened my deep hidden feelings and described my secret wish, completely surrender to that psychical pleasure with a man; it kept my mind busy. I also must admit, when I read the story, I was jealous of the woman and her young white lover.

After reading the story, and especially the advice in the end, I've observed men in my surrounding. Unfortunately no men gave me that eye which gave me hope to fulfill my needs. Finally I may have something interesting to tell. Live has his surprises and it didn't pass my door.

I'm also a fat black old woman, divorced and live for twenty years alone. My two children left home long ago to settle their own family and made me a grandmother of three. It's a pity they don't live near and my communication with them is mostly by phone or by Internet. I see them a few times a year when I visit them or they visit me. Sometimes I feel very lonely. Although at the age of sixty-three, my sexual feelings didn't fade over the years. In the first years after my divorce I had a lover now and then, but when I passed the age of 50, nobody seemed to find attraction in my fat black old body. In any case, I thought they weren't and in case they did, I didn't notify.

About six weeks ago I came home from my weekly grocery shopping; I do this every Thursday. I live in a big apartment on the seventh floor and have to take the elevator to get to my house, the first apartment on that floor. In my arms I held two paper grocery bags and had trouble pushing the button of the elevator. Some young white man stood next to me, I think he was in his mid thirty, and pushed the button of the elevator to get it up. He had a sign of authority I admire in men. I'm a very shy woman, a type that fits to authority.

We stepped in the elevator, he pushed the button of the third floor, and with some strain I pushed it of the seventh floor. Nothing was said between us; I only saw the young white man, staring at my voluptuous boobs. They looked even bigger because my coat was open and the two paper grocery bags seemed to push my voluptuous boobs more in front as they usably do. And I saw this young white man staring at them and then again in my eyes, somewhat imperative. And when they look that way, with some man I feel a powerful instigation to obey. I don't know what is, but I think it's in my nature to serve. And if it is, somehow I know what the man's wishes are without telling me. I think it's my urge to make him contented.

It's very long ago I had that feeling. I live alone for over twenty years now and from then I always made my own decisions. The last time I had that feeling was when I was married with my ex-husband. So it was a very strange feeling when I notified I had this with this young white man again. Somehow I could feel this young white man would like to lay his hands on my voluptuous boobs. He was staring at me intensely.

I'm a submissive woman and as I had to obey, I did one step forward to him so he could touch them. But he didn't respond. I was too shy to ask him if he wanted too; I was just waiting for him to act. But he didn't; he just kept staring.

I was a little confused and I stepped back again thinking I probably wrong in this, feeling inconvenient I estimated it wrong. I felt a kind of relief when the elevator stopped on the third floor and this young white man stepped out. When I arrived on the seventh floor I went into my house with a strange feeling that kept with me for the rest of the day.

That night I had my first weird dream:

I was standing in the elevator with both paper grocery bags in my arms; the young white man was also in the elevator. I remember the elevator did raze very slowly. The young white man smiled at me, I could see he had nice blue eyes. His friendly look changed suddenly; I saw signs of lust in his eyes. Suddenly he pushed the stop button of the elevator and stepped forwards to me. I took one step back and noticed I was trapped in the corner of the elevator. I was wearing an open coat with beneath it a blouse and a skirt. It was a bit of imminent but for some reason I had no control over me. The young white man stood in front of me and grabbed me by my voluptuous boobs. For some reason I was frozen; still holding the paper grocery bags in both arms. I think I was dazed for that moment.

It was just like a silent movie; no word was said. The young white man massaged my voluptuous boobs and I remembered it wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, I notified my nipples became hard and I felt a tinseling in my body. Then the young white man unbuttoned my blouse. He pushed down the front side of my bra and my big black boobs popped out of it. With both hands he grabbed one of my big black boobs and with his thumb and forefinger he began to squeeze my big dark brown nipple for a while. After doing the same with my other boob the young white man began to suck them, bite them and then suck them again, one by one.

Still standing with the paper grocery bags in both arms, I was fascinated by the actions of this man. As if my groceries where more important that the chastity of my body, I let him do with me what he desired for that moment. It excited me and I was fixed on his movements. I have that touch of submissive, letting this young white man touching me this way. I even felt some wetness between my fat pussy lips come.

I could have let go of my groceries and punched him or put a powerful knee at his cross. But I didn't, that's not in my nature. On the contrary, deep inside I felt the instigation that he would go on. Still standing like a statue with the paper grocery bags, waiting what next would happen, I felt the arms of the young white man reach upon my waist.

Still fixed I notified that he unbuttoned my skirt, pulled the zipper of it down and then I felt this man pulling down my skirt until it felt upon my ankles. The next move he made was pulling my underpants down over my big black ass until it hangs upon my ankles. I stepped out of it. The next thing I felt was his feet against the inner side of my right feet. By pushing it, my legs were spread. I remembered holding my breath when this young white man touched my gray fizzy pubic hair and did slit a few fingers between my fat black pussy lips.

I was glad my pussy was already some juicy. As obviously, still holding those paper grocery bags in my arms, I automatically bend a little more my knees as if I would let the young white man had easier access between my pussy lips with his fingers. I don't exactly know how he did it, but I felt two or three fingers inside my pussy pumping and with his thumb and forefinger he massaged my swollen clit. It felt that good that I couldn't hold back a loud moan and some more of my juices began to flow.

It must been a bizarre sight; me, a fat black old woman of sixty three, there standing with her paper grocery bags still in both arms, being fingered by this white young man. And what was more bizarre, I enjoyed it! My moans became heftier and I felt a hot tinseling inside my fat pussy; my breathing became heavier and my tummy automatically followed the rhythm of his pumping fingers inside of me.

I remember I came with a loud groan; my body trembled as I ejaculated; I felt my juices flow and dripping from between my fat black pussy lips. I had my eyes closed and when I notified this white young man removed his fingers from my soaking pussy.

I opened my eyes and saw him smile at me. Slowly he brought his fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth and one by one he putted them in it, licking them off one by one.

I was still staggered when this man pushed the button of the elevator; it stopped again and this white young man stepped out. I couldn't remember which floor it was. The doors closed again and went further up. I was still standing there as this man has left me until the elevator stopped at the seventh floor and the doors opened...

Then I wake up, it took me quite a while to recover. I realized it was just a dream, but sure an intense one. I notified by my surprise I had an orgasm during this dream, I felt wetness between my thighs and when I raised the quilt, a heavy smell of my juices raised upon it.

I slipped my hand inside my underpants en felt between my fat black pussy lips. Indeed it was wet! I took my hand back and smelled on it. Oh yes, it really had a strong smell. I still had that prodigious feeling. With years absent of fulfillment of passion with a man now and then I got an orgasm in a dream, but as heavy I got with this dream I never had.

My heart still was strong beating and I tried to breath deeply to calm down. When I got some more control, I went out of my bed, went to the bathroom to clean myself, and changed my smelly underpants. Then I went back to bed and tried to sleep again. But this weird dream kept me busy and kept repeating in my head.

In the morning I stood up and took my breakfast. During that morning the dream kept my mind busy and I took place behind my computer; started the word processor and wrote down this weird dream. After doing that I got some relief in my head.

It was about a week later when I came back from grocery shopping I got some other weird dream:

Again I was standing in the elevator again with two paper grocery bags in my arms. Though it was a warm day, I only wore a blouse and a skirt. Just before the elevator doors closed, the same young white man I dreamed before of, stepped in. Again he looked at me with a big smile and I nodded back. I was just staring at him.

I saw the man pushed the stop button of the elevator. As if I knew what would happen, I let this white young man unbutton my blouse. He putted his hands in my big bra and took my voluptuous black boobs out. A lust within me rose when he twiddled them and variable squeezing them. By the time he began to suck them, my big dark brown nipples felt rock hard and I notified the first drops of juices filling my underpants.

I had my eyes closed to concentrate on this marvelous feeling. I opened my eyes when this young white man stopped and grabbed me by the arm. With a little push of him I understand he wanted me down on my knees. I still had the paper grocery bags in my arms and he helped me to get down. When I sat on my knees, I got loose of the grocery paper bags and looked up against the young white man, waiting for his demand.

Sitting there in front of him on my knees it wasn't for me a guess what he wanted from me. Although very long ago, I've been in that position many times before, pleasing my husband in front of me that moment. Just like in the other dream I was obedient; willing to do whatever this young white man demands. To be honest, I experienced it as a very thrilling.

I waited in silence when this young man unzipped his pants, then exposing something I hadn't seen for many years. A proud huge white hard dick was just a few inches from my face and I really was impressed. By my surprise it was completely hairless, no pubic hair at all. Just the sight of his measure gave my fat black old body an immense tinseling and wetted my underpants even more.

Also in this dream, no word was said but I knew this young white man's desire. Fixed on this stunning hard piece of white meat, I reached out for it and touched it. I can't describe exactly what went through me, but you will assume I've got very exited. I hadn't touch such a firm dick for over more then fifteen years, so you may believe I was more then willing to fulfill this white young man's need.

Also it was for the first time I saw a white man's dick; my former lovers were black and I hadn't got the opportunity to observe a white dick until now. Although a dream, something in my sub consciousness did stir this heavily over weighted black old woman strongly. And sure, I wasn't disappointed. If this young white man's hard on was an average for white men, no woman would have any complain about its size. This one easily could compete with a black man's dick in any case; it turned me on a lot!

I clasped my right hand upon this delightful present and began softly to stroke it. I took my time, up... down, up... and down again. I cupped his balls, softly squeezing them. When I saw the first pre cum oozing out of the slid of his forehead, I bended forward and licked it off with the tip of my tongue.

With my two fingers around his big stick and still cupping his balls, this young white man almost impatient pressed his massive hard on against my mouth. I was still aware of his desire but wanted to take my time to get the maximum joy of this delightful peace of meat. For this moment my existence seemed to be based on pleasing this young white man. I was fixed on it and whatever his wishes were. I would obey and accomplish.

I began to lick the shaft of his hard on, sometimes softly bit on it. I cautiously observed the reactions of the young white man; my dedication was to give him total satisfaction of his needs. And be honest, what fat black old woman of sixty three would, sitting on her knees in an elevator, pleasure a white young man's full-size hard dick; maybe a few among the thousands of them on this earth.

And although it was a weird dream, I found great pleasure in it. I continued my licking and I did well as I noticed; with short intermissions I could hear this young white man's groans, which spurred me to do even better. I knew how to increase the lust of this man and I finally did what he desired most, putting his hard dick into my mouth.

I opened my mouth, wrapped his delightful large hard dick around my big lips, and slowly began to suck on it. First at the swollen head, then licking, and nibbling on it. Variable I deep throated this young white man's large hard dick. But it was that large that I could only swallow half of it; I'm a woman capable of putting a man's dick deep in the throat without puking, but the size of this one was too much for me.

In any case, by hearing the increase of this young white man's groans, he seemed very contented with my treatment. I wrapped my lips a bit firmer around his large hard dick, and made movements as giving him a hand job with my mouth! The reactions of this young white man exited me very and it pleased me a lot. As I paused for a second to get any breath, the man began to mouth fuck me. His fierce large dick began to expand even more that it already was and I notified the tense of it.

I knew by experience that it wouldn't be long he would inject his load into my mouth. I began zealous sucking the young man's large hard dick, as it was my mission to give him that desired relief. I stilled cupped his balls, and I could feel the stir of the need to release the cargo. Although I was prepared to receive this (and willing too) it's always an unexpectedly surprise when a woman's mouth becomes injected with a man's sperm.

This white young man had a lot in stock; still with my big mouth lips around his large spurting dick, my mouth was that filled with his semen that his sperm was gushing out of my mouth while his large hard dick kept filling it. It came down in torrents and I could feel it flow from my chin upon my massive black boobs.

It exited me; I felt a great orgasm myself. My underpants became really wet. I had done as this young white man desired from me. I had the consciousness that I had done my job very well. I felt glorious but also a bit humble that a fat black old woman like me had the opportunity to get this young white man his desired relief.

My chin and massive black boobs were overflowed with his thick sperm and I swallowed what's left in my mouth. I looked up against the young white man; I was still holding his now half erected, bald dick with my fingers. He nodded at me; I knew what my last assignment was. His large dick was covered with his seed and carefully I began to clean it with my tongue.

As done the young white man putted his dick back in his pants, pushed the button of the elevator and stepped out when it stopped. It was the third floor I notified in a flash. Before he left, he pushed the button again and the doors closed again. There I sat, a fat black old woman of sixty-three, with chin and her massive black boobs covered by the young white man's seed, on the floor of the elevator, still thrilled what just happened...

I wake up from this rare dream; again still heavy breathing and with a pounding heart. While lying in bed, I repeated this dream as it was a film I was watching. I was wondered by the question how this young white man knew at what floor I live. I remembered, when I sat alone on my knees in the elevator, it stopped on the seventh floor!

As by the other dream, I slid one hand in my underpants to notify again I had a huge orgasm during this exiting dream. When I was eased down a bit I went to the bathroom to clean my wet pussy.

In a spur of the moment I decided to get rid of my gray fizzy pubic hair and shaved my pussy bald. It felt very nice. After that I got me fresh underpants.

By experience I knew, when I would return to bed, I wouldn't get to sleep. I started the computer and wrote down this exceptional dream in the word processor. Although weird, again it was for me a very pleasant dream and an acceptable replacement of lack of real sexual experience. I think I should grocery shopping often than once a week!

Some days later I had my next weird dream:

I came back from grocery shopping and stepped in the elevator again with two grocery shopping bags in my arms. It was very warm that day, and again I was wearing a thin blouse and a thin skirt. I stepped at the back corner of the elevator and bended down to put down the grocery bags on the floor.

As I was doing so, I heard a quick step behind me. Someone who want get into the elevator before the doors closed, I guessed for that moment. I heard the doors closed. Just when I got loose of the two grocery paper bags, and prepared to get upward again, I felt a strong hand holding me down by my neck.

I became frightened to be robbed. I felt another hand on my huge ass and that hand was squeezing and massages them. Then I knew it was the young white man again.

My submissive state of mind immediately took possession of me, obliging again to co-operate with his desires. There was no other way for me, it gave me great satisfaction I was the one to fulfill it. The thought of it that I, a fat black old woman of sixty three, was chosen to satisfy this young white man's lust. It aroused me and was desirous waiting what he would do with me.

To make myself some comfortably. I leaned with both hands against the wall of the elevator, still bending forwards, looking at the floor. I knew he wanted me to stay in that position. The young white man notified I was co-operated and let loose of the hand in my neck.

Now with both hands he fondled my huge black ass and sometimes giving it small slaps. It was a stunning feeling; my bald fat pussy got moistens. Now the young white man lifted my skirt above my huge ass and began to pull down my underpants, until it was wrapped upon my ankles.
I lifted my right feet and with one hand I removed my underpants from it, and then from my left feet. Then I leaned back to the elevator wall and spread my legs for the young white man. I notified he was contended. Immediately after I was in position again, I felt his hand between my massive thighs, first stroking the inner side of my bulky legs. It was a very pleasing feeling for this fat black old woman and I notified that my juices increased.

Slowly I felt the young white man's hand stroking directing my fat bald pussy. He placed his fingers between my wet fat black pussy lips and began to play with them; pushing it, pulling it and squeezing at my swollen clit. I was thankful to be the object of his desire and it thrilled me. I slowly began to move with my abdomen by the rhythm if his fondling fingers.

I heard the zipper his pants go down and a few seconds later I felt his hard on slapping on my big fat ass. I knew that soon this young man's hard dick would be penetrated into my fat black bald pussy and I was very pleased by the thought of it. This thought moistened my pussy even more! To make easier access for the young white man's hard on, I was standing on both toes and lifted my huge black ass as high as possible. Then I waited...

I felt his hard on slid between my fat black buttocks, lowering down until it pointed right before the entrance of my wet pussy hole. I felt the tip of it pressing against it and stood as still as I was able to. It wasn't easy; I was that hot, my massive body was trembling all over.

I felt the head of the young white man's hard on slid between my black fat pussy lips; the head of his dick was now penetrating into my moistened pussy hole. I was happy my pussy was rather wet because being not being penetrated for so many years my pussy was quite tight. For a while the young man held the head of his hard dick softly moving at the entrance of my fat black pussy; then he pulled it out as far as the tip of it, waited for a moment, and then with one firm push he shove his rigid whopper completely into my wet pussy.

The young white man's rock hard dick was large as I told you, and when all it was inside my pussy, I could feel it bump against the entrance of my womb. My breath was taken and I nearly bumped my head against the elevator wall.

I didn't want to offend the young white man because I wanted as well as I could to serve his desire. So quickly I took position again, forwards leaning with both hands against the elevator wall and standing upon my toes as motionless as I could be.

As an obeying woman I knew this young white dominating man's desire was to be the one in control and take the action him selves. And it was my desire too to serve him that way. I felt it as quite exceptional this young white man had chosen me to be submissive to his vigorous desire. It aroused me immensely and stimulated my juices a lot.

The young white man began to pump me with his large hard dick; just taking it out slowly until just the head of it remains into my fat black pussy. Then waiting for a second of so, for then pump his large hard dick with sturdy power again completely into my accessible fat black pussy. It went on continuously, used to this rhythm I could stay motionless in position the pumping of his indefatigable hard whopper.

It exited me so, and every time it penetrated deep inside my fat black pussy, I gave a loud moan. I notified it contended the young white man. It encouraged me to let loose completely. I felt a powerful orgasm come and my juices ran freely now. I could smell the heavy scent of it fill the space of the elevator even as the loud raw groan escaped from my mouth when I came.

My fat black old body shook tremendously. This young man really had a phenomenal stamina; he kept continuous pumping me with his large hard dick, his heavy balls slapping between my thighs as his whopper invaded my fat black pussy again. The rhythm of his pumping accelerated as I could feel his hard on swollen more. I knew the ejaculation of this young white man could come any moment now, and with my trembling fat black old body, I contented waited to receive his desired relief.

It was powerful and a lot; his injection into my black fat pussy seemed to last forever. It felt hot and plenty inside me. The groans of this young white man told me he enjoyed filling me up with his sperm. His large hard dick stayed for quite a while into my fat black pussy until he dropped his last semen into me. Until then I stayed as still as good be, staring at the ground of the elevator to let him enjoy filling me up. It gave me great satisfaction to be the object of his pleasure in this.

With some regret I notified he pulled his delicious dick out of my fat black pussy. As he did, I felt his semen gushing out of my fat black old pussy. As I still stood spread I notified his sperm streamed on the floor of the elevator. As I was fixed on it, I didn't notify that the young white man had zipped his pants again and had pushed the button of the elevator.

I just notified it when the elevator stopped and the young white man disappeared through the elevator doors. Before I could turn around the doors were closed again and I felt the elevator ran upwards. I kneeled down, grabbing my underpants and wiped off my still dripping pussy. Then I wiped the sperm, produced by the young white man, from the bottom of the elevator floor with it. I just had time to fold my wet underpants when the elevator stopped at the seventh floor. Somehow the young white man must know I live on that floor. When the doors opened I grabbed my paper grocery bags in both arms and stepped out of the elevator...

Well, it seemed a weird, hefty dream again, also this time I notified that my black fat pussy was soaking wet from this dream. It became almost a weekly routine that I had to stand up in the middle of the night, cleaning my black fat pussy and change underpants. I took my time to write this satisfying dream into my word processor.

It was just a few days after this last dream I met this young white man again by my surprise in the elevator. I wasn't wearing any paper grocery bags, because I only went to the mall to drink a cup of coffee and treat myself a big piece of cake. I do that often and it's one of my weaknesses. I think this kind of treating is a compensation for being alone. I do this for many years and it's one of the reasons I can't get control over my weight and grew fatter in the years. I scent that same dominancy look in the eyes of the young white man when he looked at me en then my large boobs.

Without delay that submissive behavior took possession of me, the recognition of the young white man's desire to grab me by my large boobs and my obeying nature to fulfill his wish. Again this time no word was said between us, just his lusty looks at my large boobs. The urge to serve his wishes was strongly present with me but I was too shy to make clear to this young white man that my large boobs were available at his command for his desire.

But also this time he didn't act. To pretend it was hot in the elevator I unbuttoned the two upper buttons of my thin blouse and did a step forward to him. I was too shy to look at him, but I could feel that he was right looking into the deep cleavage between my large black boobs.

Although it must be clear to this young white man I offered them to him, nothing happened. The elevator stopped and the man stepped out on the third floor. The doors closed again and in an impulse I opened the doors again and stepped out too.

I was watching this young man stepping onto the gallery to get to his home. I was certain he notified me watching him. Actually, I suspected the man would give me a wink to follow him to his home, because he didn't want give in to his desire to grab me by the boobs in the elevator and preferred to do that at home. But he didn't and disappeared in his apartment. It was the third on the gallery I remembered. I went back to the elevator and went to my apartment also, a bit disappointed.

I was confused, I was certain this young white man's desire was to play with my large black boobs and probably some more fun with my fat old black body. Sure my submissive instinctive told me my feelings about his desire was true. I was urged to obey to the young white man's desire. The fact that he didn't respond puzzled me. I had a restless sleep that night.

The next day it didn't leave my mind and I had another restless sleep. When I woke up I could only ascertained one thing: it wasn't clear enough for this young man I was available for his desire to satisfy. An idea spontaneously entered my mind. I let my pc ran, started the word processor and read the first weird dream I wrote. I made some corrections and when I was satisfied with it, I printed it. Then I putted it in a blank envelope, took the elevator, and putted the envelope into the young white man's mailbox. I was certain, when he read this dream, he would understand he could give up to his passion for my large black boobs and even more if that was his desire. The written dream was clear enough I would be completely obey to his wishes.

I suspected this young man would not come during the day but pay me a visit by evening, to fulfill his desire with me. So I prepared myself, shaved my fat black pussy again, took a long hot bath, and dressed me in a tight black skirt and a thin yellow blouse. I knew that I looked sensual in it, anyway for those who like the look of a fat black old woman of sixty-three. This young white man was one of them, I was clear about it.

I was disappointed when he didn't show up that evening. Suddenly I panicked by the though I maybe putted the envelope with the first weird dream in the wrong mailbox. But I was certain I didn't. Again I had a restless night. It kept puzzling me all day long. As it was possible the young white man could show up in the evening, I prepared myself, and putted on the same outfit. But again I went disappointed to my bed.

The next day something entered my mind; of course, in the description of the first dream it was I, who got satisfy by the young white man. Although his desire, he did pleasure me by fondling and sucking my big black boobs, and finally bring me to an orgasm with his fingers by fondling me between my fat black pussy lips, and massaging my clit. He may had some joy in it but hadn't find relief in it himself. That's it!

I went to my pc and started the word processor; combined the two other dreams, read it, corrected it, read it and correct it again. I didn't forget to mention that I lived on the seventh floor in the first apartment. I emphasized my wished submissive part to his desire in these dreams a little bit more and then I was content. After reading it for the last time, I printed it and putted it in a blank envelope. Then I took the elevator and posted the envelope in the young white man's mailbox; I took good care I was certain I putted it in the right one.

Although prepared again, the young white man didn't show up that evening. I suppose he was busy or had to think it over. I realized I had taken an enormously risk by being a laugh from this young white man and maybe others in the building too. Well, I could always say that some sick fool had it on his conscience.

It became a routine to prepare myself. It was a few days later and already half past nine when I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and changed my clothes into a thin dressing gown. Just when I left the bathroom, I heard the doorbell rang. My breath stopped and also my heart it seemed. Then my heart started pounding immense. No visitors were foreseen except the young white man!

My body was trembling when I opened the door. The young white man stood in the doorway and then stepped in. When I had closed the door, I didn't dare to look at him and stood in the hallway in front of him, my head bended and looking at the floor. I strongly could feel his dominancy and immediately a deep submissive sensation took possession of me.

The young white man walk into the living room and I followed him, feeling very shy but with a joy that's hard to illustrate. The young white man stopped in front of my fauteuil and turned around towards to me. I stood there, still my head a little bended. No word were said but I notion he wanted me out of my dressing gown.

Many things went through my mind; this young white man did receive the envelope and read the dreams. And now, he actually stood here in my living room, demanding my servitude, my submissive to his desire. And I was thorough willing to comply with this desire. My dressing gown felt on the ground and I stepped out of my slippers.

I didn't ware underpants because it seemed to be of no use with the wetting elevator dreams I had. And here I stood, a heavily overweight old black woman of sixty-three, completely in the nude for this young white man. And this was for real, I realized, no dream at all!

I notified the young white man wanted me to undress him. I stepped forward and first I loosened his shoes, removing them, and then began to unbutton his shirt. My fingers trembled when I did this, but it seemed the young white man didn't notify. Then I loosened the band waist and pulled down the zipper of his fly. I pulled down his trousers and he stepped out of it.

I kneeled in front of him, helped him out of his underpants, and removed his socks. No word was said and I hadn't looked at him yet. Still on my knees I looked up; the young white man was looking down at me and I bended my head a little.

To be honest, I was a little confused but also thrilled. I notified his dick was full erected. And, by my surprise, just as in the dream completely hairless. Sitting there on my knees in front of him, I saw how huge it was; not just in length but particularly by its distension. It was worthily to call it a whopper and I was pleased to be submitted to it.

I reached out a hand and then another to touch it. It was very powerful and like a sacred icon I stroke with the tip of the fingers from both my hands along the shaft to discover. With indulging, I examined the young white man's impressive organ. I never had thought that I, a big fat old black woman at the age of sixty three, ever would touch a white man's dick, and what kind of dick! It excited that much that I felt my clit swollen and my fat bald black pussy wetted. With all fingers I stroke his balls, pulling it softly, taking this fabulous tool into my memory.

A pat on my head told me I was still submissive to the young white man, not only to his imposing hard on. I knew he wanted me to use my mouth to pleasure it. I was just for a moment fixed on this marvelous large peace of meat that I forgot all about its owner. And with my submissive nature I will obey this young white man.

I higher myself a bit upon my knees, opened my mouth and began to lick on the mighty fleshy stick in front of me. I hadn't had to hold his hard on because it stood as rigid as it could be. I knew many men like it this way, just the touch of a woman's warm wet tongue stroking aside the shaft, nothing else. When my tongue reached the top of his shaft, I took care that my mouth was wetted and took the head in my mouth. After an intense suck, I repeated licking the young white man's shaft.

Sometimes I vary by softly biting the shaft and I notified that the young white man was very content. He lowered himself and took place into the fauteuil, leaning backwards. I crawled towards to him on my knees and placed my big black boobs one by one upon his thighs.

Although the young white man's impressive hard on was large, it disappeared three-quarter between my voluptuous black boobs.

Leaning forwards, I began assiduously suck on his large hard dick. I pumped my head up and down, up and down, trying to take this impressive solid peace of meat as far as I good into my wet mouth. I hold it there for a while, sucking as strongly my mouth could. I did a good job I notified contented, the moans of the young white man changed into groans and I felt his luscious solid hard on swollen even more.

I putted a finger just behind his balls and I notified it was stirring there. It could be any moment the young white man would get his relief.

For a moment I was in some doubt; should I stop now so he could recover some and then go on, and, if I let him go on, should I let him fill up my mouth or let him discharge in my face. I wasn't sure and with my submissive nature I had the desire to do the right thing for him.

But I didn't have to make a decision anymore; I felt the first fluid semen of the young white man squirt into my mouth, followed by more and more. It felt hot, thick, sweet, and such a large amount! My mouth was brimful and I swallowed the load to notify by surprise that there was more to come.

Doing my best to swallow it all, I couldn't prevent his sperm dripping out of my mouth; splashing upon my large black boobs. The young white man seemed to be very pleased; he let some heavy sighs and I was delighted to be chosen to bring him that relief. It was many, many years that a man had his relief into my mouth; I was pleased. I always have been fond of receiving a man's sperm into my mouth because it gave me a proud feeling I'm able to bring a man that far. It felt like a rewarding.

I felt a bit tired; I'm not the youngest anymore, I notified. I was pleased then, when the young white man gestured me to change places. I took place into the fauteuil leaning backwards with my huge black ass in front of the seat of the chair, waiting what he had in mind. The young white man set himself sideward of the fauteuil. He looked at me, not saying anything; I looked back and stayed silent too.

I was still excited, lying there with my heavily overweight old black body, waiting for what he would demand. The young white man bended forwards against on the armrest of the fauteuil. I understand what he was expecting from me. He seemed to be so content that he wanted another mouth fuck from me.

I turned my face sideward and grabbed with my right hand the young white man's half erected large dick. I kneaded it for a while and then putted it again into my mouth. It felt very sticky from his just received relief. I began to suck it.

It's an advantage young men have a strong libido; I was pleased when I felt his large hard dick grow into my mouth. It was filled up shortly! It exited me to that a fat black old woman like me was able to bring this white young man's large dick in such a short time ready for active service again.

With great fervor I began to suck it harder and harder until was at his maximum hardness. The young white man pulled his hard on out of my mouth and I looked at him; waiting what his next demand would be. Presumably he didn't want to get relief again into my mouth and submissively I waited at his instruction.

He gestured me to lie down on the ground, just between the fauteuil and the salon table. I knew what the young white man wanted; it excited me very much and it did stir up my juices even more. He's going to put his large hard dick into my pussy, I thought. My first white, large hard dick! The thought that I would experience at the age of sixty-three a young white man's hard large dick, was beyond any hope of getting any dick anymore.

The young white man gestured me to lay one foot on the seat of the fauteuil and the other feet on the salon table. There I lay, my massive legs wide spread, my fat black bald pussy completely exposed for the young white man, submissive obliging to do whatever this young white man's wishes were.

And whatever he wishes for that moment, I would give it to him. I felt a heavy thrill running through my fat black old body when the young white man kneeled between my fat black thighs. He grabbed his solid whopper and putted in front of my accessible fat black pussy.
The swollen head of the young white man's hard dick entered my wet bald pussy. Slowly I felt this marvelous whooper shove inch by inch inside my pussy.

"This is real", I realized; "Real real!"

I can't describe my feelings but after many, many years of lack getting a large hard dick shoved inside of my pussy, made it delirious for me. I just didn't knew what to do; I moaned and groaned, raised my hands behind me and grabbed the under site of the couch to get a grip.

I began to move my big round tummy, fierce up and slowly down, fierce up and slowly down again. Every time I moved my abdomen ferocious up I felt completely filled with the young white man's rock-solid whopper. Because my fat black pussy wasn't penetrated for many years, it felt quite tight.

Now it's being stretched by this delicious peace of hard meat. I felt my big clit pulsate and then... oh my, if heaven isn't the place to be so this was!

I came in waves, I couldn't hold it back, but my juices streamed richly. When a man does a good job at me, I produce a lot and this definitely was one of them. My body shakes intensely and I notified the young white man was smiling broadly at me. He stopped pumping me and held his large hard whooper completely inside my coming pussy.

When I had my body some under control, the young white man continued pumping me; in and out, in and out, in and out again. Although it is my wish to serve this young white man at my best, I was too thrilled, too excited, too much in heaven to move my abdomen.

I lay there with my eyes closed just to enjoy this fabulous drilling hard peace of meat inside my fat black pussy. And drilled I became; it must be that this young white man had put a load of his semen already in my mouth before he delivered the next load.

I felt a strong urge to receive that hot sticky sperm of his. Pumping, pumping, and pumping, in and out, in and out. I felt his whopper at every turn stroke along my swollen pussy and I felt I would come one more!

Just by the time my juices began to flow richly again, I felt the heavy shots of the young man's sperm filled me inside. Strong, intense, plenty, surprisingly plenty. Again I began to shake, hefty, excited, and heavenly.

I lie there for quite a while with my eyes closed, not able to react but just strongly after glowing of that delicious effect of being penetrated by such astounding hard whopper after so many years.

I hardly notified that the young white man redraw outside of me and disappeared after putting his clothes on. Neither did I notified the big stream of sperm running out of my tingling fat black pussy, running along my big fat black ass onto the carpet. I just lie there, satisfied, contented, happy, glowing.

Some cramp in my right leg brought me back on earth, back in the living room, still with my spread legs and an oozing pussy on the ground. I realized the young white man has left. I hoped he was contented by me to get fulfillment of his desire. I was deeply remorseful I let go myself too much and didn't pay the proper attention to him as I wished to.

But after so many years not being penetrated that way, I wasn't able to react otherwise. I only could hope he would understand and I may provide him in future. I lie on the carpet for quite a while. I cloud feel the hot sperm between my thighs get chilly and I stood up and went to the bathroom. I cleaned myself and went to the living room again to clean the smear of sperm from the carpet.

It was already past eleven but I was still too much thrilled what happened that evening that I took place behind the pc and wrote down what happened in the word processor. After that I was eased down enough to get a nice deep sleep.

From then on my doorbell rang once a week in the evening, sometimes more then once. I let the young white man in, standing in the hallway with a submissive posture, waiting patiently what his desire for the evening will be.

And this heavily fat old black woman will obey him, over and over again and find much contentment in this. We don't talk, I just watch him to discover what his desire is and do my best to fulfill.

I don't go out in the evening anymore; I wouldn't bare it if the young white man rang my doorbell and I wouldn't be there to serve his desire. It's conceivable for my friends that I don't pay visits to them at evenings at my age of sixty-three or receive visits from them. I even visit my children at their homes anymore; if they want to see me, they visit me at my home. They also understand that traveling isn't my issue anymore.

I've solved the problem to remain available for the young white man, when having visits, by giving the young man my phone number. When he feels the need to satisfy his desire at me, he phones me and I make an acceptable excuse to visit him at his home. I'm very contented with this situation and find great enjoyment in it. I wear a pleased smile since then.

For those who a curious, yes, now and then I meet the young white man in the elevator when I come home from my weekly grocery shopping. And you may use your fantasy what happen when he pushes the stop button...

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If you're a young man with a curiosity for heavily overweight old black women and you see a one with a contented smile on her face, it may be me. Maybe it would be another large fat old black woman, who had the same luck to be frequently injected. They don't pay any attention at you because they have their regular needs fulfilled. However, if you see a large fat old black woman who gives you an eye, don't be uncertain, because you would make her very happy and she would be available for you over and over again!