Angry

Yes, I'm angry. Angry at myself because I can't resist giving in to that dominate lust I experienced after years. It's that strong, that common sense is overpowered by the urge. Weekly now my ugly, fat old black body is the possessing of a young white stranger with a horny obsessing for it. I think it's an unhealthy desire and also cannot believe this young white man can find some attraction in it. And I give in to his sick desire, because I'm too weak to put an end to this. Let me explain:

I am a fat black old woman in her sixties, always being single because nobody ever wanted me. Life can be so unfair sometimes. I've always been fat, better said heavily overweight. I'm a kind of ugly, very tall and never attract eyes of men. I'm really an old fat, very big black woman, near 325 pounds.

When I was around twenty and already very fat, I let me seduce me by a horny boy. I thought he liked me as a person but soon found out he was just curious about my big fat body. He deflowered me against the fence of his parental house within the minute and after that I never saw him again.

A few years later I had a lover for one month, but regrettable found out he also had only interest in my big overweight black body. He let me do some very obscene things with him and I gave in to it, hoping some relation ship would be the reward in the end, but it didn't. And that's all of my experiences. Both had me just for their amusement.

Life since then was work, eat a lot and I became heavier and heavier in the years, and had to amuse myself because no one else did. I'm retired since a couple of years. It's not fair for someone, who had strong sexual needs (and strangely I do), and not getting the opportunity to get any satisfaction. It made me a grouchy person in the years. Believe me, I tried everything to get attraction from men, tried to loose weight, followed diet after diet, but I didn't have the discipline to hold on to it and grew fatter and fatter. I'm now almost 325 pound and although old, I still could knock down a brick wall if necessary. Because I'm grouchy I'm a lonely person, I don't care anymore. I'm like, you mind your own business, and I mind mine.

Sometime ago I was walking through the mall and I've got the feeling of being followed. I was irritated but curious. I know, because of my heavy weight en being a tall woman, I have a funny walk but nothing to be a laugh. I wiggle while walking and I'm aware that my whole body wobbles because of my wasteful fatness. I held still by a shop window and notify that a very young white man was watching me; I think he's in his mid twenties. He was an average type, not a stud, but just the type you wouldn't notice in public. He notified me too and quickly passed further. I waited for a few minutes and went on.

About a quarter of an hour I saw him again, explicitly watching me as if I were some kind of spectacle. I got angry because it wasn't any respectful. I decided to buy me a cup of coffee (and of course a big piece of apple pie). I went into a restaurant and ordered so. I set myself down near the window and while joining the coffee and the pie; I noticed after a while the young white man also stepped into the restaurant. He set him down at another table.

"This is my chance to get rid of him", I thought.

I quickly eat the rest of the pie and drank up my coffee. I putted the money on the table, stood up, and walked my way to the door. It wasn't to avoid I had to pass the table the young white man was sitting by.

When I nearly passed him, I heard him with a soft voice said: "Ma'am, I hope you're not offended, but I love big black women like you!"

"Yeah, so!" I thought and felt my anger growing.

"Make someone else laugh!" I answered and before he could answer, I disappeared through the door.

I hadn't any appetite to go on shopping and quickly went home. I kept irritable the rest of the day.

The next day I was irritable too. I had to go back to the mall because of the incident with the young white man. I had to buy some necessary I didn't when that young white man bothered me. After some time I notified the same young white man was following me again. I decided to put this to an end, stopped by a shop window and when this young white man was passing I turned around and grabbed him by the arm saying: "What sick person are you, stalking an old woman?"

Daringly the young white man answered: "Ma'am, as I told you yesterday, I love big black women like you."

He looked at me freely, slurping my big overweight body with his eyes. I'd tried to cover my excessive fat body by closing my open coat as if that would conceal my fatness. I felt my anger raise and nearly gave him a punch.

"Go find a psychiatrist with your unhealthy habit or find someone of your own age. Let this woman has her quiescent life." I bitched him.

"Ma'am, I won't do either of that because I have you in mind. And I won't stop until I get what I desire."

I was shocked and made a fist to knock him down. "Leave me alone or I call the cop.", I sassed.

"That won't help", he answered quietly, "Someday you will give in to me." and walked away.

I was speechless and that confused I forgot about the shopping and went into the same restaurant and eat two big peaces of pie. I then bought the necessary and went home.

I tried to banish this young white stranger from my mind but it didn't. No doubt he made a joke on me and was trying to find out how far he could get a lonely, overweight old black woman. It irritated me a lot.

Every time I visited the mall he followed me. Despite of ignoring him, he persevered his unhealthy obsession for me. Always with that greedy look at me. I had to go to that mall at least weekly because it's nearby my house. And I'm limited mobile of my excessive weight. I don't have a car and have to take a bus or walk. The mall is only a ten-minute walk from home.

I puzzled about this young white man's fixation. He became more freely and sometimes he walked, without saying a word to me, beside me for a while. Sometimes I turned around, but he kept following me.

Because this young stranger besides bothering me did nothing that could speak against him, I couldn't get rid of him. I was tired of it. By the next time he walked beside me I grabbed him firmly by the arm and sasses: "You're irritating me a lot! Tell me what you want from me to leave me in peace!"

He calmly answered: "I won't bother you again if you once offer me your delicious big body."

I was shocked and speechless. I must have had loose hold of him because he was disappeared before I could react.

Confused I did my shopping and went home. I kept shocked for the rest of the day by the words of that young white man. Never, no never I heard that freely daring. Those youngsters had no education these days! What does he think; just if he's horny for a woman's body he thinks she spread her legs for him?

I got very angry and grouchy. For the next days it didn't leave my thoughts. I kept angry and grouchy about it, but during passing days I got mixed feelings about it. Me, a never wanted elderly, heavily overweight black woman, got stalked by a horny young white stranger in her retired days. And he wanted to possess this ugly, awesome big fat body. Strangely, I got a certain feeling below my belly but I ignored it.

Some weeks later, it was almost common now this young man walked for a while beside me, I heard him say: "Thought about it?" and was disappeared again.

I got irritated again; I even hadn't the chance to respond. It was repeated several times I was in the mall. I became hopeless and was tired of it. My mind gave in to the thought of giving this horny young white stranger what he wanted to get it over.

Only the question: "Thought about it?" made me desperate.

He played it well, nothing pushing, but making me tired of it and not allow me to respond. I decide to buy extensive supplies and stayed away for three weeks from the mall.

It didn't help. The next time I entered the mall, the young white man stepped again beside me, saying: "Missed you ma'am, busy thinking it over?"

I really became hopeless and in a pulse I answered: "Okay, I give up. Do what you please and then leave me in rest!"

Sudden I realized what I just said and I became in some kind of panic. But before I could straiten it, the young white stranger managed to turn me around and said: "Lets go to your house."

I was in a dazed confusion while walking with him, showing the way to my house. We stood inside my house before I realized what I offered this young white stranger. He seemed comfortably with it.

I then got that indifferent behavior. It seemed I was fated to be the object of curiosity by horny young men for my awesome ugly fat body.

"Let him have his fun." I thought, "Let him get loose of his lust for me. As soon he see my big fat naked body, he probably run out of this house and never bother me again."

I took him to my bedroom after first persisted to let him shower; I took one after that. I stood there naked for him; hoping he was disgusted by the endless rolls of fat hanging from my overweight body.

But nothing of that, I saw his lusty eyes absorb every inch of it. It surprised me; it flattered me a bit, but also irritated me. I realized I was standing completely naked in front of this horny young white stranger who nothing less expecting from me to lie down on my bed, open my old black fat thighs to satisfy his unhealthy lust at me.

Somehow it didn't bother me; for me, men were like all men; just wanted to get rid of their horny lust, even if it was an old, massive fat black woman like me. I would lie on the bed for him; I would spread my big fat legs wide open for him; I would allow that he put his horny white hard dick between my fat black pussy lips; I would let him get rid of his fascination for me and let him deposit his load inside me as long as he leave me in peace afterwards.

I settled myself on my bed, spreaded my legs and was staring at the wall in opposite of the young white stranger, not interested of what would come next.

I turned my head to look at this young white man; as I described he was an average type, a bit skinny, not tall, not hansom. I saw his eyes lustfully absorb my old black overweight body and notify he had an extensive hard on.

I was surprised; still I'd expected this young white man would loose his interest in my ugly fat old body, seeing it's rolls of fat. But he didn't.

"Come here, do your thing and leave me in peace!" I bitched him.

He crawled upon the bed next to me. He tried to kiss me.

"No kissing, just quickly do where you came for and go!" I bitched again.

The young stranger didn't respond at my words and began to fondle my huge black boobs. I let him, not interested. He massaged my big nipples and I felt some eagerness because they responding by getting hard.

I felt then one hand slowly stroking about my huge fat belly, direction the place between my spread fat legs. A few fingers fumbled my gray pubic hair and later I felt one finger between my fat black pussy lips slid.

It didn't do anything to me, nothing. Another finger joined the one between my fat black pussy lips. I had just the intention by saying him he must put his hard on between them to get it over when I got that strange feeling.

With his two fingers this young white stranger was now massaging the knob in front of my fat black pussy lips and I felt some tinseling rising. I heave a sigh and let him go on with it. It felt very pleasant which increased when I notified it became swollen.

Tensed I waited how this developed. Although pretending not interested, I could not prevent become wet between my fat black pussy lips. Also I couldn't prevent my sigh changed into moaning and it irritated me. I became wetter and wetter and slowly my disinterest changed into an unknown strong feeling.

I wouldn't give the young white man the idea that I was beginning to like what he was doing so I bitched him: "Come, remove your fingers, put the other thing there and release yourself from your sick desire!"

The young white stranger climbed upon my old huge fat body and the settled himself between my spread mighty fat thighs on his knees.

"Well," I thought, still not showing any sign of interest, "within the minute he has his satisfaction and I have my rest."

I pulled my big fat belly up to give him access between my fat black pussy lips. I spread my mighty fat thighs some wider. I felt the glance of his rigid dick shove between my wet fat pussy lips, then the rest shove inside. I was only thinking that it soon would be over and waited for this young white man to get his release.

He began to move his hard boner backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. And I waited for it to be over.

"Not done yet?" I bitched him.

Somehow this pumping inside of my old overweight black fat body did flicker an unknown strong feeling and it made me some angry. I nagged him to hurry.

My only experience were with the two other guys, who were just like this young white stranger, amusing themselves with my awesome fat body. It was always short, they used my big fat body to release themselves, and I was too reserved to get any satisfaction from it. For me this young white stranger was the same.

Maybe this unfamiliar circumstances were of any influence, but I've notices more excitement rising. This young white man, a stranger to me, was assiduously throbbing between my fat black pussy lips. He was, as I told, sitting on his knees between my black fat thighs, pumping his hard boner in and out of me.

As he was doing so, I was watching him and he was watching me too. It was really a very strange situation. He kept staring me in the eyes, sometimes greedily watching my wasteful fat body joggles, every time he firmly thrust this rigid completely inside of me. I noticed as he did, he really enjoyed it. Also trying to detect some response from me, but I gave none.

At some point I found it exiting. I concentrated on his movements, I looked at the pushing of his small hips strongly forwards between my black fat thighs, penetrating me complete with his white horny dick. It began to pleasure me and instead of wishing it soon would be over I wanted it go on for a while.

This nameless young white man seemed to have the skill not to come within the minute, but preferred to have some longer lasting enjoyment by pumping my old black fat pussy incessantly.

I stayed silent and didn't snarl at him anymore. I slowly gave over to that crescent thrilling feeling. It took more and more possession of me. For the first time in my life my old fat black pussy got worked well, and I had to admit it was a new exiting experience.

I closed my eyes, letting me carry away with the incessant movement of this young white stranger's penetration between my fat black pussy lips. It went on and on; I heave a sigh, let a moan, letting me deeper and deeper sank into this inexperienced feeling.

Warily I began to move along with him. It increased my lustful feelings and I began to produce more juices. I reached my fat arms behind me; grapple the trellis with my hands on the head on the bed, stretching my excessive fat black body.

I was lustfully groaning now each time this young white stranger plunged me deeply, letting me further carry away in delicious thrill.

And as he did, I greedily jostle with my enormous fat black ass. If I wanted to stop it now, I couldn't; lugged along with this bewitching rhythm I began to move faster and faster, just to get this younger white stranger's hard on quicker complete inside my old fat black pussy.

Each time I succeed I groaned in pure joy. It felt as a kind of reward when this young white stranger deposit his sperm into me, a feeling of liberation.

I believe I then had my first orgasm. I didn't recognize at first what happened with my old black overweight body. It incessant began to vibrate in a way as I had lost control over myself. But what a heavenly sensation it caused. I was confounded.

I realized what just happen when this young white stranger pulled his dick out of my old fat black pussy. A pour of his semen escaped from within my fat black pussy lips, paving a way down between my huge buttocks.

I quickly grabbed a towel I had put ready, wiping off the sperm. I looked at this young white stranger who had given me that unforgettable sensation. He sat there between my mighty fat thighs; attentive watching me with a big smile on his face; pulling at his half erected dick, as he hadn't enough. I must have been crazy, instead of coming to my senses and send him away to have my rest in future, I heard myself said to him: "Do it again!"

"Say please", was the short answer of the young white stranger.

I felt an anger growing and refused.

"Do it", I said, looking at him.

"Only if you say please", was the answer again.

My irritation raise and I said: "Do it or disappear"

By my astonishment the young white stranger climbed off the bed and putted on his clothes.

I also climbed off the bed, a towel holding between my wet fat black thighs. The young white man already had his clothes on when I found a dressing gown.

"Go and leave me in peace in future", I bitched him.

I disappointed because I wanted to feel that sensation again. But my anger at that moment was stronger. I'm a bit prevailing and had no intention to beg for it. I walked him to the door en let him out. I admit I was confused and had a bad day afterwards with mixed feelings.

There was a part of me feeling the embarrassment I gave in to the unhealthy desire of the young white man. Other side's there was disappointment. I regretted of my grouchy manner that prohibited the possibility of experiencing that satisfaction again.

The next three weeks, when I was in the mall, I didn't see the young white stranger and I thought I would never see him again, just like the other two when I was young.

"I did get my rest," I thought and I had some peace with it. I cached myself looking for the young white man when I was in the mall. It bothered me; I didn't want to have that feeling but the desire of that unfamiliar feeling was stronger then I thought.


I'd tried to get rid of it but didn't succeed. It almost felt like a relief when in the fifth week he suddenly walked beside me. I looked at him, not saying a word and he didn't either.

He went into the supermarket with me and I did my shopping. I paid for the grocery and walked out of the supermarket. Still either of us said anything.

The young stranger kept walking beside me as I left the mall, direction home. It was a rare situation. At some point I wanted to say to him to clear off but I didn't. That deep hidden feeling was stronger and I wanted him to come home with me.

We stood still at my front door. I searched for the house keys in my handbag; opened the door and stepped in. I noticed the young white stranger didn't and I turned around, a little bit uncertain. I looked at him and he looked back. It was some kind of weird situation.

My urge to experience this delicious feeling again was stronger than rational thinking. I saw in the eyes of this young white man he some kind of expected it and looked at me, as I was undressed. I couldn't care, as long he provides me with what he did before, I would be content with it.

"Say please", he said, "That's all."

"Please", I sighted.

The young white stranger entered my house and closed the door. I left the shopping in the hallway, preceding him upwards to the bathroom where we took a shower. I felt very strange, uncomfortable with the unhealthy desire of the young white stranger for me, uncomfortable with my irresistible longing. We had nothing to say to each other; we both knew we're together to give in to that dominant impulse.
We went to my bedroom and I positioned myself on my back on the bed. The young white stranger sat himself upon my huge round black belly and I grabbed his half erected dick and began to pull at it.

I was somewhat grouchy, angry by myself because I hadn't had the strength to resist that physical need and had to say please to get it. My urge to experience that sturdy orgasm again was stronger, although I still found the obsession from the young white stranger for my old, overweight fat black body unhealthy.

I tried to distract my thoughts and concentrated on the growing hard dick of the young white man. It fascinated me how a soft peace of meat could grow and become so hard. It also fascinated me how this piece could give such delight.

The young man leaned some backwards and began with the fingers of one hand massaging between my fat black pussy lips. It was a very pleasant feeling and I got aroused some. I diligently massaged his dick until I found it was ready to do its work at me.

"Do it", I said.

I felt him slid downwards until I felt his 'ready to go' hard on pressing on the top part of my old black fat pussy. In a state of anticipation I opened my big fat mighty thighs for the young white stranger. My old fat black pussy was moist of the excitement to come.

I felt his hard piece of meat pricking against my pussy lips and I grabbed with both hands the buttocks of the young white man, pulling him with one firmly push upwards upon my old black overweight body. The result was that his hard dick shoved entirely inside of me.

"Do it!" I laconic ordered.

And the young white stranger began to do me. His big hard bone jostled my old fat pussy in a way, which got me again in that exiting experience soon. Knowing the sensation I would get from it, I let myself go, all the way. No restraint, no other thoughts then savor the moment.

It's strange that a hard peace of meat of approximately 8 inches inside my old fat black pussy gave such breathtaking sensation. I didn't care anymore that the obsession of the young white man for an ugly, heavily fat old black woman like me was unhealthy. I didn't care about anything yet; I just wanted to be guzzled into that wonderful delirium.

I wanted it to end to get the freeing salvation, and I wanted it to go on and on. Each time the young white stranger pulled back I retained my breath and groaned loudly when I got deep invaded again.

My explosive orgasm came unexpected and heavy. It was that intense, I thought I saw the ceiling revolve and I didn't notify the young white stranger was squirting his semen into me also.

Heavily breathing I amazed thought about this uncommon delicious feeling.

The young white man had redrawn again and was sitting on his knees between my fat black thighs, looking at me.

I quickly grabbed a washing cloth and wiped the sperm coming out of my old fat black pussy.

"Do it again!" I said.

The young white stranger didn't respond and left from between my fat black thighs. He sat himself on his knees beside my head. I could smell the strong smell from his sperm.

"Suck it and I'll do it", he said.

I felt anger grow and I bitched: "You're a sick person! I would never do such filthy thing."

"Okay", he answered, "you will next time. I'll go now".

I was much irritated and snarl: "Yeah, go and don't bother me ever!"

Before I knew it the young white stranger climbed of the bed and putted his clothes on.

Again it was a strange situation. My old fat black body was longing for experiencing that strong desire again. But my irritation raise by the thought this young white man had any control over me and now was demanding me to do something dirty.

I grabbed my dressing gown and put it on. I let him out saying I never give in to him again.

I had a bad week. Twice now I experienced how delicious it has been with the young white stranger. It moved aimlessly through my head and it made me grouchy. I got angry by myself because I didn't succeed to ignore this lustful urge at me. I knew that I made clear to him he will never posses this overweight fat black body again and realized experiencing this feeling again was over.

I didn't see the young white stranger in the mall for two month. It irritated me. The desire to satisfy that growing tensed feeling took more and more possession of me.

It made me grouchy a lot and I bitched everyone in my surrounding. I wasn't myself somehow. When I visited the mall, I stayed longer than necessary, looking if I could track the young white stranger.

Another month followed and another. I tried to ignore my strange desire. I got myself more in control and thought less of the young white stranger.

I wasn't looking for him anymore when I visited the mall. It surprised me when suddenly he walked beside me again.

"Thought about it?" I heard him say.

"Thought about what?" I snarled.

"You know what I mean", was the answer.

"I told you I'd never do such sick thing!" I snarled again.

"Okay." He said and disappeared.

I had a bad day again and was very grouchy. The longing for that delicious sensation was back again. I knew men like being sucked on their horny tool, but I always consider it as a humiliating act.

The next time I was in the mall he stepped again besides me.

"Thought about it?" I heard again.

"Never!" I snarled.

"Someday you will." He answered and walked away.

It repeated it's several times and I became tired of it. I knew, if I continued refuse to do so, he won't give me that desired sensation again.

And knowing, no other man would consider climbing in bed with such a ugly, fat old black woman like me, and give her that wonderful excitement, there was no other option then give in to that unhealthy desire of the young white stranger.

I realized men like dirty things like that, thinking of the one who did let me do such obscene act once.

My desire for that unforgettable satisfaction was stronger than the humiliation of pleasuring the young white stranger with my mouth and I decided to give in to get mine.

The next time I got in the mall the young white stranger walked next to me again.

Before he could say anything I snarled at him: "Come home with me!"

"You've thought it over." he smiled.

"Don't say anything before I change my mind!" I snarled back.

We walked to my house, went in, took a shower, and went to my bedroom.

I position on the bed again, waiting for the young white stranger.

"Come!" I snarled at him, angry with myself I had to give in to his unhealthy desire.

The young white stranger climbed upon the bed and then upon my big round black belly. He sat on it, pressing his adhesive, semi-erected dick between my huge black boobs.

He began to pump between them as if it was my fat black pussy hole. No one ever has done that before at me. I've putted the pillow under my head a little lower on my neck, so I could see it better. It was a very rare sight, every time he pressed his semi-erected dick between my huge black sagging boobs, I could see the head of it popping out above it.

It amused me and it made my big nipples harden. Slowly this young white stranger pushed further up and now I could feel the tip of his dick head bump against my chin when he was pushing upwards. Sometimes later he pressed his almost fully erected dick against my mouth and I knew what he wanted.

The lover I had for one month once wanted to put his dick inside my mouth and he squirted his sperm into my throat. Well, I was willing to take it in my mouth, as long this young white stranger didn't put his load in my mouth. I wanted his dick somewhere else.

"Don't come in my mouth," I snarled.

As I was pressingly in need of experience that exciting feeling again I grabbed this young white man's erected dick. I bended my head a little more forwards and took the head of it into my mouth. I only did it because I was fixed of getting his dick rock hard as soon as possible, and had it put there where I wanted it most.

As soon the head was into my mouth, the young white stranger pushed much more of his hardened dick into my mouth and I tasted a strange savor. I began to suck it and I notified he liked it. It was an unusual feeling, the head of his dick sensed like gum.


I began to suck it with more attention. It didn't feel unpleasant; the hard dick of the young white stranger was very swollen now.

Assiduity I began to knead his balls with both hands. I remembered I could expedite it by massage with one finger just behind the balls. By my contentment it soon had the required result.

I had to admit the reaction of the young white stranger aroused me and felt flattered I was able to cause such reaction at him. It didn't feel like a humiliated act and I sucked him with more inspiration. I even felt some wetness come between my fat old black pussy lips.

But I didn't want to give the young white stranger the idea I was enjoying it now; I thought he had too much control over me.

As keep on sucking him, I kept kneading his balls; sometimes squeezing the shaft of his hard on, until I found it was enough.

The young white stranger's dick stood ready to be adequate to let me experience of that unordinary arousing feeling once more.

I let go of his firmly hard on, pushing the young white man on his shoulders down at my old wobbling fat black belly.

"That's enough, do me", I ordered.

For the third time I spread my big fat legs for him and pushed the young white strangers between them.

Despite of my snarling at him, I felt grateful to him to have this unhealthy obsession for my ugly, fat old black body. I wasn't really interested in him. I just want him to satisfy my prevailing lust. I didn't even know his name and I wasn't interested in it. I just used him to give me that extraordinarily sensation.

I caught the trellis on the head of the bed with both hands, pushing my big, round belly upwards.

"Do me", I ordered again.

I closed my eyes when I felt the head of his rigid dick slid between my old, fat black pussy lips again. It felt trusted almost and with a groan of pleasure I received the rest of it into me.

I didn't hold back. Knowing what exceptional satisfaction I would get from it, I started move with diligently my big black round belly. Sometimes I opened my eyes and I didn't care the satiated smile on the young white strangers face, knowing he got me where he wanted me.

I knew, at such moment I was his possession. I knew I was too weak to fight against that dominated lust of me, and let him satisfy his unhealthy hunger at my ugly, black old heavy body.

I moved in anticipation with excitement at the rhythm of the young white stranger. I felt fire blaze up further in me. I pressed my huge fat ass with a powerful push upwards as the young white stranger deeply penetrated me. And again, and again, and again.

The young white stranger grabbed my thick ankles, lifting them up and wider. He was now pumping my old fat black pussy with al the intensity he has. Deeper inside of it, filling it up, over and over again. I had that intoxicating feeling again. I fasten my grip on the trellis more, moving peerlessly fast. I kept my eyes closed, groaning, knowing an explosion would soon take over.

I was able to hold back until I felt by the tension of the young white strangers hard dick he would come either. During the squirting of his hot semen, filling my old fat black pussy, I let go of my orgasm. It was breathtaking, that immense feeling experiencing again.

I continued lie for some time with my eyes dense, guzzled in the alluring sensational feeling.

I felt the hard dick of the young white stranger shrink inside my satisfied pussy.

I pushed him of me and said: "Go now, I'm too tired to let you out".

I didn't notice he dressed and left. I still was drowned in that delicious feeling. I felt in a very deep sleep.

Still I was angry with myself, because I knew I would give in again to that unhealthy obsession of the young white stranger, to satisfy my own dominated lust. With the two young men in my youth, I never had an orgasm and now I experienced this feeling with the young white stranger. It increased my hunger for it. I was aware I was trapped in that need to fulfill that hunger. I was aware I gave the young white stranger control over me and I tried to resist it.

The next time I met him in the mall I was angry because I felt my weakness again and snarled him: "Come".

"Only if you shave your pussy", he answered.

"You're really sick. Don't ask it again, I will not do it," I snarled.

"You'll will regret it" he answered and walked away.

I regretted it already but was too stubborn to call him back. For a week I stayed with an annoying feeling.

The next week he walked beside me at the mall and asked: "Did you shave you're pussy?"

"Yes," I snarled. I lay. I wasn't intent to do it but was hoping, once he was with me in my house, his need to satisfy his obsession for my ugly, old fat body was stronger then my unshaved pussy.

I was wrong. When we were in the bathroom and we were undressed, he said: "You were lying".

He made preparations to leave and grabbed his clothes.

"Stop!" I said: "Don't leave!"

"Only if you shave you're pussy" was his answer.

"I said I would not do it. You do it if you insist on it." I said in an impulse.

"I'll do it", he ordered: "Get me a scissor, a razor, shaving cream, some body cream and a bowl with warm water"

I shave my armpits and big legs regularly and had a little razor in stock. Knowing he was serious about it I gathered the requested.

"Lie on the floor". He ordered me again.

I did, knowing he would leave if I didn't. I was fully aware now he was in command. It was against my nature, but I knew I had to obey him if I ever wanted to get satisfaction gain.

The young white stranger first cleaned my old fat black pussy with a wet, hand warm cloth and ordered to spread my mighty fat thighs as wide as I could.

I did but became frightened when I saw him pick up the scissor.

"Be carefully!" I whispered.

He said nothing but set him on his knees beside my big, old fat body. I saw him looking at my exposed old fat black pussy. It surprised me it had such an effect on the young white stranger. His dick became rock hard by looking at it, just because of his unhealthy, horny obsession for my old, big black body. I was flattered and now glad he did. I didn't snarl him at this moment, knowing he provide me to satisfy my lust.

He began to cut most of the pubic hair between my mighty fat thighs. I had been free from worry slightly by the time that he took for it. Somehow it was exciting. I had never cut the hair of my old fat black pussy and in the years it was quite a bush.

When he was done he looked at it and wiped with his hand some loose pubic hair from it. My old fat black pussy had bristly hair now. It felt funny.

"Keep your legs spread", he ordered. I silently obeyed.

He grabbed the tin with shaving cream en sprayed it extensively upon my old fat black pussy and above it. It felt cold and I gave a shiver.

"Don't move, or you get hurt!" the young white stranger ordered.

I lie as still as possible, as I could feel the little razor scrape over the upper area of my old fat black pussy. The young white stranger was very carefully. He didn't hurry and I saw his intense concentrating, when he shaved the area inch by inch.

I was amused by his dedication and felt some excitement by seeing him do so.

The area above my old fat black pussy was shaven now. It felt clean, airy, a nice feeling.

I became tired in my legs and putted them on the floor.

"Keep your legs spread", he ordered again. I now held my feet on the floor and spread my legs as far as I could apart.

With two fingers the young white stranger pulled my left fat black pussy lip up and began to shave it. I took care that I lie still as a dead bird, curious following the shaving of my old fat black pussy lip.

First I felt the little razor scrape from my groin up to back of my old fat black pussy lip. So doing the young white stranger shaved carefully to the front. Because of the smoothness of the shaving cream it seemed easy to remove the bristly hair.

It was done now and the young white stranger wiped it off with the hand warm cloth. I could feel the difference now between my shaven pussy lip and my unshaven. It gave me an aroused feeling, a cool air seemed to stream along my bald shave pussy lip now, and it felt very pleasant.

The young white stranger now pulled my right fat pussy lip and as careful he shaved the left one as he did my right one. It was an excitement event, and I notified a light orgasm that caused some fluid produced.

After he was done shaving my right pussy lip he also wiped it off with the hand warm cloth. Then he smeared a little body cream on top of my pussy lips. I now could feel how nice it was, having a clean-shaven bald pussy. It felt fresh, clean, and a bit horny too.

Although I still was angry at myself being weak to fight against my dominate lust, and let the young white stranger satisfy his unhealthy obsession at my old fat black body, I was milder now knowing what I had missed in al those years. He gave to me unforgettable satisfaction, and I knew I wouldn't refuse each time he wants to possess me. But I wasn't planning to be dominated by him completely.

I decided to keep my attitude and snarled at him: "Satisfy now?"

"Yes, I can now see and feel your pussy better" he responded, reaching with his hand to my bald fat black old pussy.

"Oh, no!" I snarled: "Now it's you're turn."

"What do you mean by that?" he responded.

"Lie down and I shave you too!" I snarled again.

I saw some odd excitement in his eyes when he lies down. I cleaned the little razor in the bowl with warm water beside me. Then I sat myself beside him on my knees and cleaned his hard dick with the hand warm cloth. Then I took the scissor in one hand, and grabbed his hard dick. I lifted it up and began to cut the pubic hair carefully.

I ordered him also to spread his legs as wide as possible and sprayed the shaving cream upon his hard dick and balls until it completely was covered. I had to admit I was a little tensed. To practice, I began to shave the area at his abdomen. Each time I razed an inch I cleaned the little razor again. And inch-by-inch his abdomen became balder. I had to hold his jumping hard dick to avoid an accident when I shave the middle of his abdomen.

I was ready with it now and after whipping the shaving cream off, I looked at his abdomen. I let some fingers of mine slide over it and contended I notified it felt as smooth as a mirror. The most difficult part had to come yet. I cleaned the little razor once again.

With a firm grip I grabbed with my left hand his jumping hard dick and pulled the skin as far up as I could. The skin now was tight strained upon his hard boner, that way I could easier raise it without have to worry cutting him. Carefully I placed the little razor with my right hand on the skin in the middle of his hard dick, controlling it with the firm grip of my left hand. I bended some more forwards and slowly I pulled the razor downwards. Then I put down the little razor and inspected the result with one finger by sliding over the finished piece. It felt smooth.

The young white stranger was very quiet and when I looked at him I notified his odd excitement had changed in some tensed look. I smiled and felt in some control now. Oh yeah, holding his hard dick still firm in my left hand and with the little razor in my right hand he wasn't demanding now. But I knew I should be careful; if I wanted him in future to satisfy my dominated lust, I should be careful.

I focused on his swollen hard dick again, slowly scraping the tensed skin with the little razor piece by piece. Now and then I cleaned the little razor and went on again. I heard a sign of relief when I was done.
"Quiet!!" I ordered, "I'm not done yet!"

I whipped off his now hard bald dick and inspected it extensive with my fingers. I scrapped the little razor to remove some leftover hairpieces and looked contended at it. I was too concentrated to feel aroused but the young white strangers swollen dick looked very tasty this way. But the most difficult part had to come now.

"Spread your legs wider!" I ordered again, "and don't move now, if I hurt you, it's at your own risk!"

As he did, I creamed his balls extensively, and after cleaning the razor once more, I grabbed carefully the skin of his balls with three fingers of my left hand and pulled it up. I took a deep breath; bend so far forwards until my face was very close to his balls now. I placed the little razor on the skin of his inner thigh on the left side of his balls, and with one long stroke I carefully scrapped with the little razor from that spot up upon his balls to the middle. I putted the little razor in the bowl with warm water to inspect the result. It was done well.

I picked up the razor again and continued with my work. I had to bend over his abdomen when the left side was done and wanted to continue with the right side of his balls.

I felt a slap of his jumping hard dick against my face, and again. I was that concentrated by doing my works as good as possible, that I got somewhat angry.

With my index finger and my middle finger I gave a firm smack at his hard on, snarling: "Behold yourself!"

It didn't help. The young white man probably was much aroused and had no control over his stiffness it seemed.

I had to finish the last piece of my work and I smacked his swollen hard dick again. It didn't help. It was a problem. I had to use my both hands to razor the right side of his balls so I had not one left to get control over his jumping hard dick.

I then got that weird thought; I wanted to finish shaving because I wanted this young white stranger to satisfy my bodily lust. And I experienced how it would be feeling his miracle hard piece of meat doing my old, fat black pussy.

I picked up the little razor and strained the skin of his balls tighter with my left hand. I bended some forward further and took the head of his swollen hard dick into my mouth to control it. I turned my head some so I could see the area of his balls better to continue shaving.

I just placed the little razor on the inner thigh on his right ball when the head of his swollen dick jumped again. It seemed I had trouble to get control at his jumping dick. It was still moving strongly and I gave it a firm bite to placate. It only made it worse and I bite it again.

I felt some anger again.

To get more control, I thought, I lifted my big fat right leg, swaying it over the young white stranger, placing myself in the opposite of his body. I thought I might frighten him by pressing my huge fat black ass against his chest.

I was wrong. This young white man had really unhealthy desires. Instead of calming down he placed both his hands on my broad, fat, fleshy black hips, pulling my huge fat black ass above his head. Then pressing my huge fat black ass down, bury his face into it. Really sick!

I felt the need to suffocate him and let hold of the little razor and his balls. I placed both my fat black legs some further apart to do so. Suddenly I felt the tongue of the young white man slid over my fat black pussy lips. It was a strange sensation, feeling a warm tongue sliding over my bald fat black pussy lips and I hold still for a while.

I didn't know what to think of it. Never did anyone lick my fat black pussy lips and I had the opinion that it was an unhealthy habit. I didn't knew if the young white man had his eyes open, but if he did, I hardly could believe he could be aroused by looking at my huge fat ass!

It really did something to me. I got a weird feeling and I lowered my fat black ass some more until I felt his warm tongue slid between my pussy lips. I seemed the tongue tried to slide into my bold black pussy, as it was a dick. Curious and aroused I positioned my overweighed, fat black body so he had access to the whole area of my bald fat black pussy.

By doing so his jumping hard dick slid further into my mouth, I still had a grip on it. I forgot all about the shaving and sucked hard on his swollen dick each time I felt the young white man let his warm tongue slid further into my fat bald pussy.

Oh my, this was some new kind of delicious experience I'm sure I like to have more often. I began to moan and moved my abdomen. I heard the young white man sight too and got very excited. I felt his tongue slid out of my fat black pussy, then a sturdy suck at my swollen knob in front of it. I felt my juices stream and was aroused more then ever. I was amazed about this feeling, so intense!

I groaned while this sucking on my swollen knob went on. I lascivious began to bite and suck on his hard bone to encourage the young white man to continue this delicious experience.

If it was a sick and weird habit of the young white man I didn't mind anymore. On the contrary, I would stimulate him to that more often in future. Just pure physical lust had taken over me and all I wanted was his warm mouth to continue sucking on my wet, swollen knob.

I was so deep in this feeling I forgot about sucking on his hard dick, just holding in into my mouth. I became wetter and wetter until that intense feeling increased to reach the highest point. I let slid the swollen dick out of my mouth. With a loud cry I pushed my shaking heavy, fat black body against the face of the young white man, pressing my bald, fat black pussy against his open mouth, squirting plentiful result from my powerful orgasm into it.

I kept on jolting, pressing my hot wetness out of my fat black pussy until there was no more. Smothering the young white man, pressing my huge fat black ass firm upon his face, I didn't care, just captured in this prevailing thrill.

I was done; heavily breathing I lifted my huge black ass upwards, giving the young white stranger some air.

Only one longing remain, feeling the swollen dick fill my satisfied fat black pussy. It was tinseling enormous that caused that powerful urge at me. Trembling I shoved my big, massive, old black body downward, lifting my abdomen higher until my lusty, wet pussy was above the swollen dick of the young white man. I lowered myself, thrilled when the pulsating head of his hard dick shoved inside my fat black pussy.

I was that much under the spell of the delirious feeling I was too impatient to take it slow. Sitting on my knees, both beside the body of the young white man, I pushed my old fat black body groaning up and down, up and down, up and down again. I felt the young white strangers hands upon my massive fat black hips, trying to follow the rhythm of my restless movements. When he pressed his abdomen up, I firmly pressed mine down, feeling his hard swollen dick disappear between my bald fat pussy lips. Now and then holding still, enjoying the pulsation of his hard bone inside of me.

"Come!" I yammered, "fill me now!"

He did, and I shook when I felt his semen filled my old fat black pussy, reaching another orgasm, groaning, crying. I got completely lost in it.

Heavily breathing and still shaking I rested my hug fat black ass upon the body of the young white stranger, not capable to do anything for that moment, staying in that position for quite a while.

I recovered slowly, still sucking this fainting, intoxicating feeling. I lifted my massive big fat leg, placing me beside the young white stranger, leaving a big, hot white spot of sperm upon his abdomen.

I looked at him. His smile did me realize he was aware of my dominant lust and the urge to fulfill it. I let him have his triumph for that moment.

For now, I needed a warm shower and I did so. Feeling the warm water running over my wasteful, old fat black body calmed me down some. I let my hands slide over my face, my neck, then slowly massage my voluptuous big boobs; I took my time for it. Slowly further down over my big, round belly, ending with one hand between my mighty thighs. Softly taking care of cleaning my old fat black pussy, I remain for a while into the magical spell that still had a hold on me. Being bald now, my old fat black pussy felt different that it had al that hair. Cleaner, and to be honest, some unceasing arouse feeling. I guess the young white man knew it would have that effect on me.

I turned the cold tap more open and that worked very refreshing. I became more to my senses again. I closed the taps of the shower and stepped out. Drying myself off with a towel I saw the young white stranger still be situated on the bathroom floor, looking at me, his eyes wandering over every inch of my naked old fat black body. I felt some eagerness rise, being aware the power he had over me.

"Fun is over for today!" I snarled at him, "Get dressed and got home!"

"You're not done yet." he responded, pointing direction at his thighs.

I suppressed a laugh when I looked at that spot. The left side of his balls was clean and bald while the right side still had some shaving cream on it with short hair. It was a very funny sight.

I sat myself beside him, cleaned his balls and abdomen with a hand warm cloth, and creamed his balls once again. This time his half erected dick gave no trouble and as done before, spanned the skin of his balls with three fingers of my left hand and picked up the little razor. Also now, starting from the inside of his right thigh, I carefully scrapped the little razor from there to the middle of his balls. After a short inspection, I continued.

It seemed to arouse the young white stranger, I saw his half erected dick swollen. I put down the little razor and this time a firm pat on his growing dick worked.

"Ouch!" I heard him shout. His dick stopped growing and shrank.

"Be quiet and let me do my work!" I snarled and continued scraping the little razor from the inside of his right thigh over his balls to the middle. When done, I cleaned it with the cloth and was contended.

I ordered him to take a shower and while he was doing so I sat for a while on the floor.

By the time I was gathering the shaving goods, the young white man stepped out of the shower and stand before me. Still sitting on the floor I looked up against him. His body glittered from the water and I saw his dick hard again and had a large proportion. It looked very attractive from the point I was sitting, and undone from the pubic hair very appealing.

I wanted it again. I didn't order him; knowing it would very much please him if I spoiled his hard on with my mouth, he would please me either.

I sat myself on my knees, crawled forward to him, and began massaging his extensive with both hands. I looked up against him and I saw a contended smile on his face.

I bended forward and began to lick the shaft of his bald hard dick. Smooth as it was, it felt more pleasant then it had hair on it. I licked from down upward, nibbling at the top of it, and then repeating several times. I felt the hard bone of the young white man grew more.

Just as I made preparation to suck the head into my mouth when I reached the top of his hard on, I heard him order: "Suck my balls!"

I looked up against him, while running some fingers over his hairless balls. I lowered myself some and let my tongue roll around his balls. The slaps of his hard dick against my forehead confirmed me the young white man liked what I was doing. I opened my mouth some further and sucked one hairless ball inside. I began to nibble on it, sometimes softly biting at it. It felt very pleasant this baldness and I got aroused. I opened my mouth further and sucked the other hairless ball inside also. It's an advance, having a big mouth. Although a little uneasy, I got excited, and by the groaning of the young white man I got convinced he was enjoying it very much. I opened my mouth some further, placing my tongue out, licking him behind his hairless balls.

The tapping of his hard one against my forehead became quicker and firmer now; and I felt, if I would go on sucking on his hairless balls, the young white man would shoot his semen over my face.

I didn't want him to. I quickly let loose of his hairless balls from my mouth; placing a kiss on them.

I settled myself on my back on the floor, expecting the young white man would place him between my spread massive black thighs and do me again.

He didn't; instead he placed him in a front to back position upon my wasteful old big black body and buried his head between my massive black thighs.

Immediately I knew the young white man wanted to eat my old bald fat black pussy once more. And I, I was thrilled he would do that.

I opened my massive black thighs some further, shaking contended with my huge fat black ass. I felt his tongue run across my bald fat black pussy lips, exploring them. As his tongue slid between them, a shiver runs over my entire old fat black body. I got very excited, felt my knob swell, and became very wet.

He pressed his hard dick again my face; pushing him by his small hips some upwards, I grabbed with one hand his hard bone, lifting my head some and suck the head of the young man's dick inside my mouth.

With the exceptional treatment he was giving me, I was willing to do anything for him. While I was sucking his hard dick, he was sucking and biting on my swollen knob. I now without interrupting was bumping my huge black ass up and down, held my two hands upon the head of the young white man, as if I was afraid he would stop giving this magical treatment.

I pushed the head of the young white man firmer now between my mighty, massive black thighs, intoxicated by the marvelous effect of his sucking on my swollen knob.

My bald, black old fat pussy became hotter and hotter; I then felt this uncontrolled shiver take possession over my whole body and I closed my massive black thighs firm round the head of the young white man as I had my orgasm; intense, heavy, long and very wet.

During that I sucked the hard dick of the young white man with all the energy I had. I felt the pulsation and I wanted to give the young white man relief, as he deserves to have so, the way he gave me just that unforgettable delicious feeling.

I felt the first load squirt into my mouth, and then a second; while I swallowed it, more came and I drank it all. When he redrew, I saw this laugh on his face. Somehow it was a kind of devilish look. I felt he now was certain he could posses my old, overweight fat black body anytime he wanted. Once giving it to me, this young white man knew I couldn't resist the delicious feelings he awaken at me and could give in to his unhealthy obsessing for me.

I felt some eagerness rising and I felt angry by myself, for having no control over my dominant lust. I am too weak to put an end to this.