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MILF and Chocolate Blue Eyez

Jilly was a woman who seemed to have lost everything. Her Husband; Her expensive lifestyle and - just last month - her job.

And yet, as she lay sunbathing in her garden, she felt younger and freer than she'd felt for a long time.

She could say it now, but her husband had been an idiot.

He'd left her for the reasons so many middle aged men leave their wives - for a younger and (some would say) prettier version of themselves. In his case, the trappings of so-called wealth had been the honey-trap for her ex-husband's new 'squeeze' but she had realised, with reasonable haste, that a company car, a couple of holidays a year and an expensive suit did not make her new acquisition a wealthy man. She had been looking for a Sugar-Daddy but it was now a bitter-sweet experience for them both. She had dumped him unceremoniously after another credit-card-supported holiday, leaving him up to his neck in debt and seemingly trawling the internet for another chance at romance.

He was now a regular at Jilly's door, telling her he'd made a dreadful mistake and begging her to take him back but the betrayal had broken her heart and when she'd finally put it back together, she'd made sure that it was made of steel.

In the immediate aftermath of the divorce, she'd bought him out of his share of the house which she now owned outright. Yes, there'd been hard times, but her recent job loss had given her a huge settlement with which she'd cleared all of her outstanding debts and given her a very tidy lump sum. She was in the process of looking for a new job but wasn't trying too hard as she was enjoying the summer too much and the attentions of a new found admirer.

Their 'romance' was based on pure animal lust and the attraction had been so fast and strong that she'd agreed to almost everything he'd suggested without question.

"Let's fuck in the car."

"Let's fuck on a train."

"Have you tried anal"?

"I bought you a vibrator, try it'.

"Can I take photos?"

It had become such a strong bond (based, she had to admit, on his absolute control of her) that she was on-call to him every need every minute of every day.

Some of the photos he'd taken were on the street. He'd told her to dress up.

"I want you to look like a tart. A street-walking, MILF slut".

She had obeyed. She hadn't objected when he'd posted the images on a photo-sharing site. She was so obsessed and truly trusting of him that she believed him when he said that only the 'non-intrusive' images would ever make it to the wider web.

Occasionally, she'd typed into a search engine "Patterswick (her town) Blonde MILF Boots Walking Dog" and experienced a tingle and a surge of wetness to her pussy as she perused the photos which he'd taken and posted.

But their firecracker of a relationship, it seemed, was over. At least, it had been forced to take a back seat. He was married. She'd known, of course, but the intensity of her feeling had left her unable to resist. She didn't know for sure, but she assumed that his spouse was becoming suspicious.

Though she felt a certain amount of sadness, she was calm. She felt good about herself as her lover had made her feel so alive; so attractive. She was determined to follow his lead and grab every opportunity with both hands, even those opportunities that scared her.

********

His school friends, with ill-disguised racism, had dubbed him 'Chocolate'. Daniel had been too young to care until he'd become educated. He was a mixed race boy. The son of a Black father and a White Mother. But now he was all grown up and was able to flex his muscles both mentally and physically, he'd started using the moniker as his online name.

'Chocolate Blue Eyez'.

He was in his twenties and had the kind of body that only the young can truly possess. Taught, lean without an ounce of fat. His torso rippled; his six pack (or was it eight?) the envy of many during those topless days in the park or at the beach.

Like so many young men these days, he spent a good deal of time at the gym. Some of his mates had gone and then given up, but 'Chocolate' wanted to be ready. He didn't really know what for yet, but when his day arrived, he'd be ready. But he was respectful of the older guys at the gym and listened to their advice on nutrition and it was now really paying off for him and he was now passing on advice to the 16 year olds arriving at the gym.

In the summer, he enjoyed being out in the sun, catching rays. His skin turned the colour of mahogany during these months, contrasting with his ice chip blue eyes. He'd done some modelling and had a reasonable portfolio. Nothing lewd. But he was very open minded. He was, he had concluded, very 'blessed' in the trouser-snake department.

Though he'd never measured, he was sure he could satisfy any woman with his generous, black truncheon of love (and would frighten quite a few.) It was long but it was also nice and thick. 'The true mark of greatness' he often said to himself.

When he wasn't pumping iron at the gym, he worked (he'd had a few jobs with varying degrees of success but he hadn't truly found his calling...yet) and he surfed the internet. He was prolific and had a photographic recall of web pages he'd seen years before and could find information and images with a few short, sharp clicks.

Inevitably, his surfing included pornography. Some of his friends (they said) had stopped watching it so much but for Chocolate, he seemed to be drawn to it more and more. He'd didn't waste hours and hours but his laser like brain would seek out his favourite forms of porn and he'd sit and watch, imagining his own glistening torso pumping like a piston into the pneumatic-chested nubile models he saw.

Over the years, he'd discovered his favourite type (Big tits, tiny waist and bubble butt); the clothes he liked to see them squeeze into (anything tight that could be ripped off and he loved high heels on a woman - who didn't?) and the types of sex he wanted. This was becoming tricky for him. The girls he dated were nice. And that was the problem. The girls he wanted to date weren't nice. They were nasty and wanted nasty things done to them. His tastes weren't too specific but he knew that he wanted to be in control of is 'bitch'. He wanted to take from her whatever it was he wanted. He wanted her to be dick-sucking, rough sex slut who would respect him and let him do with her as he pleased.

"Fat chance in this town." He'd say.

*********

Their first meeting was by pure chance. Their subsequent meetings were never by chance, Chocolate would see to that - or so he thought.

It was a hot Friday. The weekend was coming and his lunch break was beckoning. His anonymous office was near the town centre and, as he was trying to trim a little body fat, he'd downed a protein shake and then ventured into town. He idly went to an electronics shop, a sports' shop and then a coffee shop.

He ordered a milkshake (he HATED coffee) and sat by the window. He pulled out his phone and started to check emails and some of his regular web hits when his eyes were drawn to the pavement outside.

From his slightly elevated position, he saw that an ash blonde woman had just walked past wearing the shortest skirt he'd seen in a long while. Her legs were bare, long, light brown and toned. He wanted to reach out and stroke the slender flesh. She was walking away from him but he could see that her vest top was straining against her obviously fit body and large tits. It was so tight he could clearly see the strap of her bra across her back. She was wearing high, open toed, platform heels which helped to accentuate her calf muscles. He watched as she strutted past. She was a deliciously petite package and he hesitated for just a moment before leaving the remainder of his shake and bolting for the door.

She'd turned a corner into the pedestrianised area but he'd watched her go and he fell into step behind her, transfixed by her legs and perfect butt. It was hard to gauge her height as her heels were so high, but he guessed she was no more than 5ft in bare feet, maybe 5ft 1.

He looked around the precinct, wondering why no-one else was following this beautiful specimen and as he looked he smiled as he noted women looking daggers at her while their husbands - presumably forced to shop with their wives - cast longing glances in her direction while being careful not to arouse their spouses' suspicions.

He had to speak to her. He had to ask her...what?

'Would you come back to my place so I can fuck your brains out'?

'I want your perfect legs wrapped round my neck'.

'I want you to feel my cock go balls deep into your pussy, baby'.

He decided he wanted to see her face, to see if he could catch her eye. Maybe something would pass between them?

He quickened his pace and went past, glancing at her as he went. In profile he noted she had petite features but, even though she was wearing large sunglasses, was clearly older than her body suggested from the rear. She was a classic '25/45' (A twenty five year old body with a forty five year old's face'.) But, he reasoned, she was still extremely attractive and he'd always found older women sexier than girls his own age (perhaps it was his perception that they were more sexually experienced than his usual twenty something girlfriends.) He had to admit it, he loved the MILFs.

He walked for 30 seconds and then pretended to look into a shop window. He turned just in time to see her disappearing into a shop.

"Shit!"

He almost ran back and found himself opening a door into a Pharmacy. The bell rang out; annoying and loud above the door. Looking completely out of place, he began to peruse the shelves without actually looking while desperately searching for his newly discovered MILF.

Just as he realised he was looking intently at haemorrhoid creams, he caught sight of her at the rear of the shop, at the counter. She was handing over a prescription. He watched as the portly female assistant looked carefully at it and then her (unmistakeable jealousy on her face) before turning and placing the prescription on the Chemist's counter and ringing a bell.

This MILF beauty stared for a moment before making her way to the chairs where Chocolate noted that an old man was sitting, unconsciously licking his lips as she sat beside him, her long, shapely legs crossing provocatively. He watched as she took out her phone and idly pressed the screen, sunglasses still firmly in place.

In profile, she was perfection.

He'd already been admiring her legs but her chest was gravity-defying and magnificent. From his vast experience he surmised that her petite frame made her a UK size 8, maybe even a 6, but her tits were probably a DD or even bigger. Encased in their bra (probably a booster) they strained against the skin-tight vest. She had skinny arms and no belly to speak of. She was a Barbie doll. Her crazy proportions, he'd read in some lads' magazine, were only seen in 2% of the female population and in fantasy comics, but here she was, sitting a few yards away. A living doll. Top 2%.

The internet-king suddenly had an idea. He took out his own phone and went to the settings. He was looking for the 'Bluetooth' setting. He quickly pressed it and waited. He wondered whether her phone (and therefore her name) would show up giving him more information about this MILF beauty. He almost couldn't breathe as the virtual wheel whirled before him.

'No Bluetooth devices found...'

He didn't bother to read the rest of the message.

He wondered again what to do.

"Mr Williams?"

The snooty receptionist's voice cut through the gentle chatter of the shop.

Chocolate watched as the old man slowly (and reluctantly?) raised himself to pick up his prescription.

"Mr Williams?"

The man nodded.

"Can you confirm the first line of your address?"

"25, Amber Gardens".

"Thank you."

Chocolate was about to leave the shop, worried that his mere presence would arouse suspicion when he realised he may be able to find out more about the delicious woman simply by hanging around a bit longer.

"Can I help you?"

His daydreaming and scheming were interrupted by the overweight assistant behind the counter.

Chocolate noticed that his 'prey' had looked over, first at the woman and then followed her eye-line to where Chocolate was standing.

Chocolate smiled. With her sunglasses on, she gave nothing away but stared in his direction for longer than was necessary before returning to her phone.

"No, I'm just looking. Thank you." Chocolate was careful to be courteous.

He returned to perusing the haemorrhoid creams but thought he caught the MILF occasionally looking across.

He moved aisles to get a better look at her. He wanted to be close when the fat woman behind the counter finally...

"Ms Shepherd? Jilly Shepherd?"

The MILF put her phone away, uncurled her wonderful legs and stood.

"Jilly Shepherd?" The assistant repeated, unnecessarily.

So now Chocolate had a name. All he needed was an address.

"Can you confirm your address."

"Yes..."

Her voice was slightly breathy and had a slight Essex twang.

"It's..."

The door opened and the bell rang loudly as a mum and her two children noisily entered the shop.

"Okay, that's fine."

Shit! He'd missed the address.

He watched as she turned, walked straight past him (was she sashaying a little more than before?) and left the shop.

He waited five seconds before bolting after her.

'Jilly Shepherd, Jilly Shepherd' he kept repeating over and over.

He opened the door and looked down the pedestrianised walkway.

Everyone seemed to have suddenly taken to the area as shoppers and office workers made their way to and fro. He dared a look at his watch and noted that he only had 10 minutes to get back to his office (a journey, in truth, that would probably take him 15 minutes.) He scanned up and down and caught sight of a flash of blonde in the distance. He darted in-between shoppers, carefully avoiding the OAPs who appeared en-masse (a day out?)

He watched in the distance as she turned down one of the quite cobbled streets that led away from town. It seemed to take an age to get there and when he reached the corner, she was gone. There was a local market and temporary stalls were set up. He'd lost her.

"Fuck!" he said out loud and one a passing OAP tutted.

Chocolate stood for a moment, truly bereft, before turning back and heading to his office, ready for the disapproving look from his boss.

**********

That night, after work, Chocolate skipped the gym. He had intelligence work to do. Serious intelligence work.

He had a small, protein filled supper ("Abs are made in the kitchen." He heard his 'Seniors' from the gym say) and sat in front of his computer.

'Jilly Shepherd'

He typed the words in and waited a second, scanning the results in the search engine.

He let out a small breath as Google returned 130,000 possible answers most of them being connected with sheep.

He started laughing when he realised Google had altered his input to 'Jilly Shepherd'. He corrected the search and tried again. There were some 192 answers saying that, for a Premium fee, they could supply the address but he already knew that this was a scam.

He changed the search from 'Web' to 'Images' but to no avail.

He looked again at the web results and went through ten pages of results before letting out a long sigh. He was worried he'd let her slip through his fingers.

He started typing again.

'Jilly Shepherd Patterswick (their shared - he hoped - town.)'.

This returned similar answers to the previous entry. Next he typed 'Jilly Shepherd Patterswick MILF', letting out a smiling breath as he pressed return,

There was nothing apparent in the web search (though the entries were now of a much more pornographic nature) he switched back to 'Images'. Large breasted MILFs filled the screen and he started slowly scanning the pictures. Nothing.

"Where are you, Jilly? Where the fuck are you?"

He typed in 'Jilly Shepherd Patterswick MILF fuck'. Different results (VERY different) but nothing that resembled his MILF.

"Come on, Jilly. I want to see you walking again!"

He replaced 'fuck' with 'walking' and pressed return.

His eyes widened.

The top ten or so images were nearly all rear or side views of Jilly. His Jilly. The woman of his dreams.

He clicked on one of the images and, to his frustration, he found that the link was broken. No larger image opened.

He clicked another and this time it opened in full, glorious technicolour. He noted that he could open the webpage from where it came (Flickr) so he clicked that link. A new web page opened and there she was. Maybe twelve or even fifteen images.

He started to study them all. Her legs were everything he remembered from earlier in the day. She was wearing an assortment of clothes but they were all tight and tarty. She wore high boots and was walking a dog.

Once he'd looked through the pictures, he started again and studied them more closely, turning detective.

Below each picture was all sorts of information about the photo. A location (if the photographer wanted) could be displayed but on all of the pictures this was unavailable. This, he surmised, would have pin-pointed at least where the pictures were taken. Perhaps where she lived? There was camera information and tags (the words that any search engine would find to display the results.) He smirked as he read 'MILF', 'Cougar', 'Slut' 'High Heels', 'Legs' and 'Divorcee' to name a few.

"Divorcee?" Chocolate said out loud and finally noticed the sizeable lump in his trousers. He rubbed at his cock through his trousers, surprising himself with the ferocity of his erection.

He looked at more of the photos' information but it all looked the same or similar.

He went back to the pictures and studied the scenery around her. Some of the photos had been cropped but others were left much wider and he thought he recognised some of the areas. He found a picture of Jilly crossing the road, her legs rippling as she mounted the curb. His eyes widened again as he spotted a road sign behind her. Excitedly, he zoomed in and could make out a blurred road name.

"Henry Street." Again, Chocolate spoke out loud.

With a few clicks, he loaded a map and zoomed in to his town. He typed in 'Henry Street' and the map magically zoomed in. He widened it slightly and flicked from the picture to the map to try to get his bearings, finally working out that she had walked beside or near the park in some of the shots.

Excited and not a little impressed with himself at his discoveries, he quickly opened another browser window, this time opening 'Streetview'. He navigated to the area and was now a virtual pedestrian. He 'walked' up and down the park-side road and quickly deduced that all of the pictures had been taken in the road alongside the park.

"I wonder..."

It was still light out as the warm summer evenings stretched out endlessly.

After a moment, he stood up and showered and changed into some casual clothes. Before he could think more, he grabbed his keys, wallet and phone and headed out the door.

By the time he reached the edge of the park, he estimated he'd walked for 20 minutes. The buzz around the park was abating and several evening dog walkers were leaving as the sun quickly descended. He walked around the perimeter of the park looking for any recognisable buildings from the photos. Keeping the park to his right (walking clockwise.) after half a mile, he was at a junction. The major road into the town centre was to his left, stretching out ahead. He could see the bus station and a straggly line of people heading to the bars and nightclubs for an evening's drinking and dancing. The turn to his right would continue his journey around the perimeter of the park uphill and it looked very familiar. From his investigations earlier in the evening, it felt as though he'd been here before. Before starting up the incline of the residential street, he looked around as though it were important that he understand the surroundings. On the other side of the main road he could hear the noises of a pub or wine bar, already in full swing. There was a shop, painted a garish purple at the end of the road selling antiquities and second hand goods. This appeared to be a shop all on its own as the buildings that surrounded the park appeared to be all residential.
He started up the road. The light was still in the sky and gave the park to his right a romantic look that, he mused, would soon give way to mystery and danger.

Across the road was a long row of tenement buildings painted white.

'Bedsits', he thought.

He kept moving. Cars were parked on his side of the road next to the park and as he passed, the owners were loading up dogs and driving off. The road became quiet quite suddenly.

Chocolate checked his phone's map and after a few seconds the blue dot indicating his location pulsed on a map. He looked up and could see the odd-shaped junction which led to 'Henry Street'. In his mind he could see his MILF - Jilly - strutting along and up the kerb. He stopped and perused the scene.

'So you were walking down the road...' His eyes slowly panned left as if watching her walk. His eyes alighted on the town house on the corner, it's shape mirroring the junction. It was a large Georgian house with over-sized windows overlooking the park and three storeys high. A wall surrounded it reducing in height the further up the hill it went.

Chocolate crossed the road, staring at the house. He moved toward the junction and saw the sign for 'Henry Street'. He was now looking at the house from the reverse side. The windows here were smaller and frosted.

He walked back and crossed the road, back toward the park.

He felt exposed and felt that he looked suspicious. Staring at a particular house in a residential street was never a good idea, and though he knew he was a good guy, the natural racism of the middle classes and Police meant that he would be perceived as someone who was about to perform a break in or some other criminal act.

He looked left, back the way he'd come and saw a small amount of tree-covering from one of the park's trees. He ambled down and waited. He didn't know why but he was drawn to this area or this particular house. It was, he surmised, because this was very near to where she'd been pictured. It was the closest he could get to the woman he'd been so transfixed by earlier in the day.

He waited for a few minutes. The light of the day was now gone.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the upstairs section of the odd shaped Georgian house. A huge sash window in the middle of the house suddenly had light spilling out where a light had been turned on and he watched, unblinking, as a figure began to appear in the window, obviously climbing stairs. He was probably one hundred feet away, but he was sure it was her. He watched as she came further into view and then turned into a room to her left. Another light went on as she entered. He watched as she passed the window.

'Was that her bedroom'? He wondered.

His breath quickened and his legs carried him quickly back up the hill to the junction. Within a few seconds, he found himself standing at the weird junction, looking at the end of the house. He hadn't noticed before, but here was virtually a floor to ceiling window in the Georgian style. A TV had been inconveniently placed in front of the window and he could make out a figure and occasionally her head.

He waited and watched as she moved about the room.

She came and stood in front of the TV, looking out on the now fully dark street. He was exposed having left the cover of the trees. He stood, trying to look inconspicuous and failing. He looked up again and still she looked out. Was she looking at him? Or perhaps, she was looking at herself in the glass as surely the darkness was impenetrable? He continued to stare. She slowly turned to face back in the room but didn't move into the room. He watched as her arms came down, grabbing the hem of her tight t shirt and pulled it up, she was clearly bra less.

"Fuck!" Chocolate couldn't help himself as he spoke the expletive out loud.

She turned side on and he was transfixed by her perfect, pert breasts. Were they fake?

"Who fucking cares?" Again, out loud but delivered like a breath.

He HAD to get closer. He had to give himself a chance with the amazing woman.

She moved from the window and he watched as the light was extinguished. He decided to try to be invisible now that darkness was here. He quickly crossed the road to get nearer to her house, only the exterior wall stood between him and the house.

His senses were heightened as he had already dismissed the idea of going on to the driveway due the gravel that would give away his arrival (he impressed himself for the second time that evening at having worked that out so quickly.)

As he moved down the park side of the house, he looked up at the large landing window. This was now the only light on in the house.

Everything went quiet for ten minutes, maybe fifteen.

What was he waiting for?

Rising to the idea that he was now a detective, he pondered his choices.

He could go home and do some more research. He knew her name and assumed he now knew where she lived. That alone was a lot of information.

2. He could sit it out here and see if she came out? But at this hour, and having stripped off, it was unlikely.

3. He could try and do a little more reconnaissance here.

His choice was made for him. He heard before he saw the large oak front door open.

A gentle light spilled out and she was a silhouette against the sudden light of her hallway.

He waited, concerned that he was still too exposed, worried that his mere presence would frighten her back inside. He took out his phone and unlocked the screen to look less conspicuous, as though he was a passing pedestrian looking for directions.

He heard her feet on the gravel and heard her voice, chiding. He watched as she appeared on the road with her dog, a small bulldog type; fat and snuffling, out for an evening stroll with his MILF Mistress. How quaint. And how fortuitous.

However, she didn't look appropriately dressed for a dog walk.

She wore a tiny, tight dress that did its best to cover her perfect arse. Her naked legs, stretched and taut, led down to her heels which were towering and spiky with a sexy ankle strap. Her only attempt at something conservative was a sexy pale leather jacket which she wore open and as she turned, her magnificent breasts jutted out like a pair of over ripe grapefruit.

Before she turned to begin her walk up the hill, away from town, she looked directly at him. She held his gaze for a time longer than could be mistaken for a passing gaze. He wondered if the light from his phone had given him an even more threatening look and he wanted to call out; to implore her to come and talk to him but he decided against it.

She turned and started to walk, her heels clip-clopping on the path. She entered a pool of light from the overhead street light and the sight of her bathed in the orange light was a vision he wanted to remember forever. Her legs looked beyond smooth. Were they oiled? They certainly seemed to glisten in the artificial light. Every now and again, she'd adjust slightly, pulling down one side of her dress as the stretchy material rode up her backside. It was comically, wonderfully short, and though he couldn't be sure, he wondered if he could make out bottom half of her perfect bubble butt. If he were a passing dog, he'd have surely caught a glimpse of her pussy. The thought of seeing her ripe and juicy pussy lips wrapping themselves around his black cock sent a spark to his crotch and he could feel it unfurling impressively in his trousers. As he moved, he put a hand in his pocket to readjust to make himself more comfortable. Man, he was hard for this piece of MILF arse and he hadn't really had a good, long look at her. There was just something in her whole demeanour.

He waited a short while and started to follow at a safe, non-threatening distance. He was building himself up to approach her. A thousand thoughts were in his mind. What would he say to start a conversation? How could he make sure he didn't seem idiotic? What could he say that wouldn't scare her off? How much would he like to suck on her nipples, play with her clit, tit fuck her, face fuck her, bend her over and anally screw her into the bed until finally flipping her over and covering her face and tits with gallons of creamy jizm that he could almost hear sloshing in his over-sized, straining ball bag. This thought gave fresh impetus to his already painfully engorged meat.

She was still moving on the opposite pavement and was about to enter the pool of light under another streetlight when Chocolate noticed a car parked on his side of the road, its engine running. There was little or no lighting on this side so Chocolate could remain reasonably well hidden in the shadows. As he approached, he saw a figure in the car holding an impressive looking camera. Though the window wasn't open, the night air and the car engine were sufficiently quiet to be able to hear the camera motor whirring as he snapped like a Paparazzo.

Chocolate held back, making sure he couldn't be seen by either his MILF or the car. Once Jilly had moved on a few yards, he watched as the man put down the camera, checked his mirrors and moved the car on. He watched the car for a few seconds. The brake lights came on as he approached the weird junction. He performed a U turn and came back past, parking again on the dark side of the street some 20 or 30 yards ahead of Jilly who was still strutting.

Chocolate moved on to see what would happen next.

He witnessed the same thing; the photographer snapping away madly as she appeared in the pools of light.

After he re-parked twice more (they had now crested the long hill) he watched Jilly cross the road and talk to her photographer. They exchanged a few words and he noticed them both turning toward him as though they were fully aware of his presence.

After a minute of discussion, she came round the car, opened the back door to allow her dog in and then climbed in the front.

Chocolate watched as they cruised past and the look from Jilly straight into his eyes was unmistakeable. Their eyes locked, it seemed, for a full minute even though it could have only have been the briefest of moments. He was on her radar but he had no way of knowing whether she was fearful, excited or non-plussed.

He turned and followed the direction of the car, half jogging, back to her house.

It took a full minute or two by the time he reached the house. The lights were on inside36.

He reached the spot under the trees opposite just in time to see two figures making their way past the upstairs landing window and turning into the bedroom where the light was turned on. He watched as she, with her back to the window, pulled her dress up and over her head. She was wearing a thong and bra. She unhooked her bra and let it drop. Even from this distance and angle he could see the outline of her fulsome breasts caught in the light from inside. After a moment's hesitation, she turned and he saw her spectacular body silhouetted in the window. Perfection. Tiny, pinched waist and voluminous breasts (he couldn't see her legs but he felt he already knew what he needed to know about them!) She reached up and after a moment, pulled the curtains across. The show, it seemed, was over. He moved up the road but as he got to the weird junction and looked up, the other curtains were being drawn shut.

He meandered home past merry drinkers and restaurant diners.

Once home, he studied the pictures again, drinking in her body and made a careful note of the website names that carried Jilly's pictures. He had a feeling that her 'collection' was about to expand.

He masturbated furiously with visions of her flashing through his mind and fell into a troubled and fitful sleep.

********

The remainder of the weekend passed in a blur. He had commitments and errands to run. On Saturday, his old footballing mates were meeting and he arrived early in town as the sun was descending and swung by the road where his MILF lived to see if she was about. It was sorely tempting to knock on the door but he didn't think it was a good idea on many levels.

He walked around the outside of the house once and then went back into town, hoping that a few pints would take his mind off this beautiful MILF who had somehow sunk her hooks into every fibre of his tingling cock.

On Sunday, through a post-drinking haze of nausea, he managed to stay upright long enough to turn on his computer. As it sprang to life, he took himself to the kitchen, poured some water and made toast and once he'd devoured these, he went to the shower. As ever these days, his cock was perky and seemingly spring loaded. He masturbated slowly in the shower and as the visions of Jilly flooded into his mind, he started to quicken his pace, imagining lifting her petite frame and throwing it on a bed and somehow forcing his over-engorged cock into her tight, shaved pussy as she screamed in both pain and pleasure. He imagined turning her over and ramming his cock, balls-deep, inside her; faster and faster like a jackhammer.

Chocolate came hard, splattering his cum juice over the screen of the shower. As another wave of his cum shot from his black meat, his legs started to buckle, such was the ferocity of feeling.

He took gulps of air.

What was happening to him? This woman was in his head when he slept and when he was awake. He had to lance this boil somehow. And the sooner the better.

After his shower, he dried himself and pulled on some boxer shorts. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and let out an approving gasp. The abs he'd worked so hard to get were now a permanent feature and he loved the way they popped on his dark, olive skin especially after a shower when he glistened.

"Oh yeah! You'll want some of this, you fucking MILF whore. You'll be begging for this cock soon enough, Jilly!"

He made another iced water and sat at the computer.

He looked at a few web pages but was inexorably drawn to the pages that would bring him closer to his woman. His Prey. His obsession.

His photographic mind immediately recalled the string of numbers and letters required and up popped one of the photos he'd already seen. He clicked on the link that led to the master Flickr account and saw immediately that new photos had been added. These were the photos that had been taken on Friday. First, he studied them closely, recognising every situation and marvelling at the quality and clarity given the lo-light. Her legs glistened as he'd noticed on Friday and he wanted to reach through the screen and run his hands up and down them.

Once he'd looked through them once, he studied each one more closely. Or rather, he looked at the information contained below the photograph.

This time, the location was identified. He hovered his mouse and the map zoomed to where he knew the photos had been taken.

There were other bits of useless, technical information and he read something about commenting on the photo. This, he thought, would be a perfect way to communicate with her. He tried to enter text but a warning was given that he had to be a Flickr member to comment. Without hesitation, he signed up and within seconds was rattling out comments on all of her photos.

'Amazing legs'

'Nice dress'

'Great figure'

'If you decide to join the ramblers, let me know'.

'Marry me'.

After he'd put some comments on his favourite photos, he noticed for the first time that she (or whoever had posted the photographs) had put a small description on a few of the photographs. However, it made little or no sense.

'I enjoy walking my dog by the park and taking in the scenery. My favourite month is September. (9) I think I may have already seen the man I am after but he seems a little shy. (16) close the door (h)@ my return home but I can be quite forgetful (i)yahoo I'm having a wonderful year!'

Another said

'Some say my clothes are not always appropriate for dog-walking. I read about a (6) black man. I want one with a ripped body and truncheon-sized...truncheon! (10inch minimum!) (18) home who wants to...oh my(j).com!!

He read through all the messages and each was as weird as the next. She used words like 'flowers' and 'animals' and in the same paragraph would use 'MILF' and what appears to be a set of vital statistics.

The emerging detective in him started to study each description, trying to decipher any hidden meaning. The numbers in brackets were odd. The letters in brackets were really odd but he'd started to wonder about a pattern. Ignoring the bracketed letters, Chocolate started cutting and pasting the text into a document until he had two pages of what he considered gobbledegook. He stared, unblinking. Suddenly he had an idea. He searched his document for a bracketed '1'. He pasted that and the following sentence into a new document. Next he searched for '2' and so on. Once he'd placed them all in order, he deleted the numbers and read with increasing excitement.

(a) Email I'm a (b)milf. A hot, gorgeous, up for anything, MILF. I have a great figure

(34DD-24-30) and a voracious sexual appetite. I am a total poser

and love being ogled and lusted after by both men and women!! But

I am very fussy having had a string of loser-boyfriends. I have a motto; try anything once.

And one thing I haven't yet tried is to enjoy a liaison with a black man. I don't just want any

black man. I want one with a ripped body and truncheon-sized...truncheon (10inch minimum)

who will dominate me and ride me until I beg for him to stop. (c)in return, I will give him the ride of his life

and promise to give him my undivided attention for one, unforgettable weekend.

I think I may have already seen the man I am after but he seems a little shy!

I tried to impress him at the (d)ip harmacy and even did a

striptease at my window but he must be gay! (e)1 will offer him one more chance

next Saturday when I will strut with my little doggy at 12 noon (f)-. I hope

he can make it (and I hope he has no plans for that night.) But DO NOT approach

me in the street, young man. Follow me, by all means, (g)jr. Hopefully I'll remember to

close the door (h)@ my return home but I can be quite forgetful (i)yahoo

and I do not know what I'll do if I find a tall, dark stranger in my

home who wants to...oh my(j).com!!

Though it wasn't entirely clear because of the odd text and bracketed letters, the meaning and message was clear. He had to clear his diary next Saturday!

He looked again at the document and the penny dropped.

He took the letters in brackets and the letters or numbers next to them, sometimes two sometimes more and placed them in yet another document.

He looked at it.

'[email protected]'

An email address. A weird one, but an email address nevertheless.

He immediately opened his mail application.

Jilly - or should I call you my MILF slut?

So you're hungry for black cock? You've come (cum) to the right place!

(1)I (2)am worried about my size. I think it may be too large for you to handle given you're so small. I like (3)going (4)to (5)fuck long, hard and rough so I hope for your sake that (6)you are up to it. If you've only fucked white boys, you're (7)in for a shock and can expect some soreness (8)every where as no white guy can ever measure up to my black meat. It may feel like a Black (9)hole!

I'll be outside your house, ready. Don't disappoint me. Make sure you come out looking like the MILF slut you clearly are.

If you leave the door open, I will be your Master for the day (and night.) You'll be my MILF (10)Slut Bitch Whore.

Yours

Chocolate Blue Eyez

His message was crystal clear but he'd embedded the numbers, as had she, to give a hidden message in case his words needed additional re-enforcment.

"I am going to fuck you in every hole! Slut."

He read it, wondering if it was too much then pressed 'send' anyway. He didn't believe it would be delivered anyway.
He waited for a minute or two and was surprised when there wasn't a message back saying that no email address existed.

He waited a further minute or so and then started surfing the web.

His phone rang, it was one of his mates from yesterday asking if he'd be up for a drinking session the following weekend.

"No, I can't. Something's come up so I'll be tied up. Actually, with any luck, I'll be tying somebody else up. Ha ha ha"

They reminded one another of a few of the high jinks episodes from the night before and grunted their goodbyes.

There was a 'ping' to denote an email had arrived.

He read.

"Dear Chocolate Blue Eyez

Well you appear to have deciphered the hidden message and email so congratulations. BOTH of your messages have been read and understood. I hope that you can deliver what I want. I don't think size will be an issue for me. The only issues will be whether you can satisfy me as I have every confidence that I will be able to drink you dry!

It's important to remember, Chocolate, I'm a respectable lady in a respectable part of town so I can't be seen to be fraternising with anyone who would arouse suspicion, so do not approach me in the street - I will ignore you or shout for help.

Behind closed doors, things will be different!!

However, if I feel uneasy or uncomfortable or if another situation arises beyond my reasonable control, I reserve the right to close the door and I expect you to respect my wishes and walk away.

Here's to at least one, I hope, memorable meeting.

I will be away now until next weekend and incommunicado.

Yours

Jilly - The MILF Slut.

ps. If you don't wish to be recognised, bring a mask but make sure it's one through which you can use your mouth! Lastly, STRICTLY no cameras of your own.

"Recognised?"

Chocolate thought for a moment and pondered the word. He stared into nowhere, calculating what that word meant in this context. His first assumption became his only assumption. She was planning on filming or photographing their 'meet up' and was giving him the option to fuck her anonymously. He was excited at the thought that she wanted to keep a record and over the next few hours he pondered whether he should be out, loud and proud or whether a mask would help him to play the part of rough, fuck-machine.

The coming week was going to be hard in so many ways!!

********

He tried to bury himself into everything he did. His eating and gym regime had been given a new edge now that he knew he was going to be 'on display'. He took a picture of his torso every day and by Friday, even he had noticed a new sharpness to his six pack (or was he seeing the beginnings of an eight pack?)

At the gym, he'd confided in some of his buddies.

"You want to fuck this bitch up, yes? Rick was an East European who had arrived at the gym a few months earlier, already ripped and constantly angry and on edge. Daniel wondered if his moods were the result of too many steroids or other substances. He wouldn't dare ask.

"You want to truly fuck this bitch in arse, in pussy, in mouth? And jus' keep fucking until she plead for mercy, yes? Dan, buddy; you need some shit, you understand?"

On the face of it, though it made no sense whatsoever, Daniel understood Rick's meaning.

"And where could I get this shit?"

"Danny! For king, fucking dong, I sort. Meet me in showers after workout, yes?"

Half an hour later, Daniel handed over £5 and was handed a small, beige pill.

"You take half hour; maybe one hour before. With this, you can fuck for two days with your fucking cock like fucking rock, yes? Don't waste it. One hour before, yes?"

Daniel put it carefully in his wallet and made a mental note to take it even though he felt it was risky taking anything from Rick.

Knowing he couldn't contact his MILF, his work took on a new intensity and his boss started to slap him on the shoulder and say 'Great work' every day.

Maybe having a MILF Slut as one's girlfriend would be good? Though he was sure his mum wouldn't approve!

In the evenings, though he went to bed reasonably early, he would spend a few hours watching videos, looking for ideas as to how to control his 'victim' and the kind of words and phrases that were used to diminish MILF slut victims.

Saturday arrived and he woke early, taking his time to raise himself, nervous at the forthcoming examination of his sexual prowess but excited at the prospect of finally laying hands on his MILF Slut. She would need to be grateful for his attention or else the whore's white pussy would pay with a battering the like of which she would never have felt before (but if he was honest, even if she WAS grateful, her pussy would take a pounding!)

He showered and took time to wash his cock. He masturbated to calm himself down and when he shot his cum on the screen, he was breathing deeply but felt warm and capable. Daniel; Chocolate as he was known to his MILF was lucky. He probably had only realised in the last few years how lucky. Not only was he over-generously endowed (he had decided to measure himself during the week in case she asked - he'd peaked at a full 12 inches when fully engorged) but his ability to need only a short amount of time to recover meant he could fuck and fuck and cum and cum. This was, he'd discovered, not normal.

Chocolate put on some loose fitting, baggy trousers to enable him to grow without too much embarrassment in the street. He didn't bother with underwear. His white t shirt was loose but designed to show his torso off and he smiled at his own reflection at his perfect 'V' shape. He would have been a father's worst nightmare for their daughter or a husband's worst nightmare for a sex-obsessed wife. He was the stripper at a bachelorette party, he was the young stud with the always-on attitude and lengthy, battering ram cock, looking to score anytime, any place and with just about anyone.

Before he left the house, he took out the pill that Rick had given him and swallowed it with water. He waited, not sure what to expect but when nothing happened, he took another gulp of water and bolted for the door.

It was bright and he pulled down his sunglasses from the top of his head. Rather than walk, he'd decided to take a bus into town so he'd remain reasonably cool.

He arrived in town and headed for a department store to use their bathrooms, take on water, cool down in their air-conditioned surroundings and try a range of tester aftershaves to get him smelling sweet and clean. The girls, perfectly made up, not a hair out of place, smiled broadly and fluttered their eyelashes. The all looked as though they would have been cheerleaders at school and he had a good idea how cheerleaders behaved when the game was over. He felt his black mamba beginning to unfurl in his loose trousers and walked away, awkwardly trying to make sure his truncheon was at least not too obviously straining against the soft material. Daniel was aware of feeling a little flushed. He was also aware that his cock was engorged in a way like he'd never felt before. And it wasn't going down. He put his hands in his pockets and tried to adjust it but it was poking almost above his waistband.

At 11.45, he headed out and walked briskly (as briskly as his engorged cock would allow) to the road by the park. He didn't want to be late; that would never do.

He stationed himself under the covering trees opposite her house by 11.55 and waited, watching her house. His stomach was tightening and his breathing was spasming slightly as his brain tried to cope with enormity of the task in front of him. He muttered encouragement to himself under his breath.

At exactly midday, he saw the top of the door to her house open (the wall and bushes covered full visual access to the very front of her house.) The door slammed and he heard a loud clip-clopping on the stone steps which then turned to the familiar crunch as she crossed the gravel drive, gingerly.

He let out a gasp of approval as she appeared.

She had straightened her naturally curly hair and it was down and flowing to just beyond her shoulder blades. She was wearing a stretchy (and straining) white vest top with a high neck in a material that had a sheen to it. Her breasts jutted forward like competing Zeppelins and even from this distance he could see her nipples standing out proud and hard - no bra, he noted. She was wearing a soft, black leather skirt that skimmed the bottom of her arse cheeks and her legs were tanned, toned and long and glistening as ever. She wore pale coloured, spiky sandals with a sexy strap around the ankles. There were some fake stone decorations along the straps and some silver spikes added in to the mix. If they had been black they would have been described as 'fetish' wear but the light brown colour gave them a more vulnerable look. She looked sexy as fuck. Daniel had his phone in his pocket and so wanted to take it out and start filming her but a deal was a deal. But man, she would get five stars on any MILF website, even fully clothed.

The dog sniffed and shorted its way up the road, attempting to stop occasionally but was yanked on.

When she'd moved on ten yards, she checked and crossed to Chocolate's side of the road, casting the briefest of looks in his direction. He started to follow, admiring her walk, her legs and in fact her whole being, happy that she was fully aware he was there and, judging by her email, ecstatic that she was about to be taken in the real sense of the word.

He was only about five yards behind and was transfixed. But he became aware of a car parked on the opposite side of the road. It was the same car as he'd seen a week ago and he was unsurprised to see the long lens camera, poking through the driver's window. The photographer made no attempt to hide and rattled off shot after shot. As Chocolate's ears became attuned to his surroundings, he could hear the unmistakeable sound of the camera motor as he rattled off 3 or 4 shots per seconds, not wanting to miss a step.

Jilly walked up about 150 metres, crossed the road and came back. Chocolate was her shadow, marvelling and planning his next moves.

As other cars passed, some hooted at the sight of the gorgeous woman but, as far as he could tell, she didn't change her expression, just kept strutting.

She arrived back at the large, wooden gate to her house. The dog sniffed again and she waited, turning briefly to look back at Chocolate who had held back a little. Their eyes met. What was that he now saw in her eyes? Fear? Excitement? She certainly looked more vulnerable than he'd seen her before.

She turned and he heard her walk on the gravel and up her own stone steps. He was opposite the big, oak door but the wall was high and the bushes were higher so he had no visual clue as to what was happening. He heard a set of keys being jangled before he heard a key make its way into the lock with a satisfying 'zip' sound and he heard the door open. He heard a click and wondered what she was doing. He didn't hear the door closing and he smirked as he realised the 'invite' had been sent. There was no turning back for either of them now.

Chocolate waited for 30 seconds, maybe a minute; imagining her unhooking the dog from the lead and preparing herself with a final check in the mirror. He turned and saw the driver of the car with the camera. He had parked a little way away; close enough to see his face. He was on his phone and was staring at Chocolate. He saw the man nod as if to give him the command to go and Daniel assumed he was in communication with the woman who'd just disappeared inside.

He turned and walked down to the gate, crossed the threshold of her property for the first time, crunching on the gravel and climbed the stone steps. When he got to the door, he gently and slowly applied pressure to the heavily painted door and was relieved to find it had been put on the latch.

He stepped through.

He found himself in a very high ceilinged hallway. Immediately to both his left and right were doorways, both open, that led to two similar looking rooms. A staircase led up and away diagonally to his left, Under the stairs was a small doorway that sharply turned left and disappeared. This, he guessed, led down to the basement (he'd observed the lower windows when he'd walked up to the door.)

At the bottom of the stairs, the fat dog panted and watched him, clearly well trained and forbidden to climb the stairs (or perhaps too fat?)

He took a peak in both of the downstairs rooms but they were unoccupied.

He looked at the stairs and began to climb.

The first six or so steps took him to a platform that then turned right to another platform. Here, there was a door and he peeked inside to see a perfectly appointed but small bathroom with toilet and shower. He closed the door and turned right again so that he was approaching the large window he'd seen from the front of the house. When he reached the top step, he looked out and observed his 'spot' under the trees from where he'd first ogled his prize in her home and marvelled at the view of the tree filled park. In front of the window was a weirdly shaped chaise lounge, covered in a type of furry leather.

He looked around and saw another small staircase to his right that led to the top floor. A door next to that led to what he assumed was a bedroom. But Chocolate now turned to his left. The room that he assumed was her bedroom. A room he'd seen from the outside looking in and a room that he was about to turn into his own, private dungeon of fuck.

The door was ajar. Before he stepped through, he pulled out a black mask with eye holes, small holes for his nose and a cutout for his mouth. He stared at it for a moment but decided not to put it on. He stuffed it back in his pocket and stepped through, silently.

The room was big with high ceilings. An enormous bed was the centrepiece and around the walls were various wardrobes and chests of drawers as well as the TV by the floor-to-ceiling window that he'd seen from outside.

Beside the bed, he noticed a whicker open-top picnic basket with the incongruous contents of sex toys and restraints, lubricants and condoms along with other paraphernalia.

Jilly was in the far corner of the room, bent over with her legs slightly apart but straight, looking at items in the lowest part of a small chest of drawers. Her skirt had ridden up and the bottom half of her perfect, peachy arse was clearly visible. The effort of bending in sky high heels tightened her hamstrings and strained her calf muscles giving her glistening legs enviable definition.

He drank in the vision and was relieved to feel a fresh wave of blood pumping into his already overly-engorged cock. For a moment, he was unsure what to do and how to approach but just as quickly, he snapped back to the reality of where he was and the 'role' he was playing; channeling his inner bastard.

He crossed the room with stealth and grabbed her; one arm around her waist, the other grabbing at the crack of her beautiful arse and he picked her up as if she wasn't there; a giant and a nymph. She let out a gasp, unable to speak as he threw her on to the bed.

She scrambled further up the bed, her hair partially covering her face, but an unmistakable look of genuine fear etched into her whole body.

"I hope you're ready for this, you cock-teasing MILF slag because we're about to go on a long and dirty fucking ride!"

He hadn't rehearsed but was pleased with his opening gambit.

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer to the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide and noting that, like him, she had dispensed with underwear for the day.

"You dirty fucking MILF whore. No knickers? You're a fucking dirty slag who wants it fucking rough, aren't you?"

She spoke.

"Please, I'm scared. Don't hurt me. If you want money I..."

Was she acting? She was very good if she was.

He let go of her ankles and landed on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms above her head; bringing his mouth close to hers.

"We need a safe word, Jilly. I don't want trouble but I do want to fuck every hole you've got. So let's make sure we both get what we want, yeah?" He whispered, still threatening but dropping the facade of unwanted home invader for a moment.

"Chocolate Blue Eyes." She said, cryptically and quickly nodded.

"Chocolate Blue Eyes it is."

He raised himself athletically onto his knees in between her legs, roughly pushed her soft, nappa leather skirt up to her waist and put his hands behind her knees and raised her up, all her weight on her back and shoulders.

"Nice, shaved pussy. Lucky for you I'm in the mood for eating-out some dirty fucking MILF pussy!"

He spat a huge globule of spit onto her pussy lips and his tongue lashed out and he started licking her deeply and loudly, finding the nub of her clitoris and rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, applying firm pressure before diving his tongue deep into her and repeating, occasionally sucking hard on her already reddened and engorged clitoris.

"Unnnnhhhh!! Fuck!! Oh God!!" She was vocal and let out a dizzying array of gasps and grunts in reaction to every move of his tongue.

He licked some more and started to suck on her clit with greater ferocity, making it extra sensitive.

He started to work it hard and he could feel her squirming; an orgasm already building. He moved one of his hands around and jabbed one of his thumbs into her anus, spearing her as though she were a soft, delicious bowling ball.

"Ahhhhh! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Oh God!! NNnnnnnnhhhhhhmmmm!!"

She was bucking now, almost unable to control her spasming body as it rode his tongue and thumb. He could feel she wanted him to cease as she already seemed to be hyperventilating at the depth of her orgasm but he remained locked in position, firmly pressing his tongue on her clitoris.

With one more set of tongue moves, she let out a loud and long, lustful scream as though she were being strangled; as though a demon were leaving her body.

"Aaaaahhhhhgggghhhhhh fuuccccckkkkkkk NNnnmmmmmmmhhh!"

In her wild throes, he let her down, withdrew his thumb from her butt and pressed down on her red, raw clit, applying a further massage and she started to twist away as though she were having a pleasurable electric shock applied to her pussy.

"NNNnoo, Nnooo...tooo muuuuuccchhhh. Fuck..Nmmm!!"

With the orgasm starting to recede and with Jilly already firmly under his spell, Chocolate stood up and studied her.

She was still clothed.

After a minute, he roughly rolled her over onto her front. She was rag-doll limp, completely at his mercy.

He found the zip to her leather skirt and unzipped it before roughly pulling it off. He threw to one side and marvelled at her perfect, peachy arse as it pushed itself toward the ceiling. It was the sexiest arse he'd ever seen.

'I really didn't need that pill' he thought to himself and the thought of it reminded him of how his cock and balls were aching for attention.

"Right, time to go to work, bitch!"

With that, he slapped her hard on her arse.

"Ow!"

Before she could protest, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed and got her on her feet. He turned her round so he could see her.

"Right. I've got a fucking hungry cock that needs milking so get on your fucking dirty MILF knees and get to fucking work!"

He pushed at her shoulders but in truth there was very little resistance. She knelt before him and took a moment before she found his waistband. As she began to slowly peel it down, she looked up at him, their eyes locked. He quickly removed his own t shirt and she gasped as she looked at his chiselled torso. She let go of his waistband momentarily and rubbed her hands against the perfect bumps of his abdomen.

He watched as she leaned down and retrieved a bottle from the bottom of the bed near to where she was kneeling. She removed the cap and, looking into his eyes, she applied some of the oil to her hands and then started to massage it over his torso.
"Mmmmm!"

Though Chocolate was enjoying the sensation of the oil and the adulation, he had a role to play.

"Enough with the fucking oil, MILFY. Get your fucking mouth round my cock now before I throat fuck you hard!" He enjoyed the control and calling her 'MILFY' was another way of showing his mastery of his new, MILF slave.

She immediately left the oiling of his torso and her hands returned to his waistband.

She slowly started to pull it down and the shaved pubic area was now exposed.

"Oh my god. It's so thick. Oh my god!"

She pulled down his bottoms further and his black cock, twitching with excitement at what he'd already seen, was half exposed.

"Fuck! How big is this...Oh my god!!"

She was still pulling down his trousers and still hadn't reached the end.

Finally, the head sprung back, hitting her in the jaw.

"Oh my..."

He quickly leaned down, both hands around her throat, threatening.

"Stop fucking talking and start fucking choking on this black dick, MILFY!"

She looked genuinely scared. He wasn't sure if it were his violent act or the size of his cock. Either way, he WANTED her to be scared. Scared; but at the same time begging for more.

He stood up and watched as she took his giant member in both of her tiny hands, it looked like an oiled Baseball bat. Even he was impressed with the level of engorgement and thanked Rick for his magic pill.

She started kissing it and licking it, her tongue strokes becoming bolder with each lick. She raised it up and ran her tongue from the balls to the tip, a trick that had Chocolate releasing some pre cum but he was sure that there'd be plenty more lubrication available on both sides of this partnership. Her mouth returned to the underside of his cock and she buried her face into his balls, sucking on the giant testicles and teasing them with her tongue.

Finally, she got her mouth to the bulbous end of his cock. One of her tiny hands was wrapped around his shaft (he noted that the fingers didn't meet) and one hand was cupping his heavy balls. She stared for a moment at the prized cock then raised her eyes to Chocolate's. Holding his gaze, she opened her mouth as wide as she was able and fed the head of his enormous, black cock into her mouth, swilling her tongue around the head as she did so.

"UUuuuhhhh!" Chocolate let out a gasp as his cock felt the warmth of her wet mouth.

"That's it. All the fucking way, MILFY!"

Even Chocolate knew that she could take only a small amount of his cock in her mouth. She was petite all over so it followed that she'd have a small mouth. But he didn't want to let her off too easily.

He grabbed the back of her head with both his hands, gathering up the blonde hair, and started forcing his cock forward. She took another inch before she started to gag loudly, his cock 'popping' from his mouth.

"Suck on it, bitch!!"

She took it again and he could see her trying to open wider. As the cock went past her lips he could see her almost trying to dislocate her jaw to feed more in; her lips coming forward to make it look as though she was taking more.

"Yeah, that's it. You're so fucking hungry for hard, black cock aren't you, MILFY? You fucking dirty cougar slut."

He started to fuck her face and she made a good job of handling him.

"Good MILF slave. Good fucking MILF slag's so hungry for my black cock. You dirty, fucking MILF bitch!!"

After a few minutes of constant verbal abuse, Jilly was sucking and - using both hands -masturbating his cock with ever-increasing vigour, eager to please her new master and he was enjoying it but decided to return to character.

"Is that all you've got? There's no way I'll cum with what you're doing, MILFY. I may as well go down to a nightclub and pick up some other slag 'cause you're fucking not doing it, you fucking MILF slut. Get on the fucking bed you useless fucking tart. Let's see what you've got, MILFY..."

As he spat out the words, he was pulling her roughly to her feet. He gabbed the bottom of her stretchy top and yanked it over her head. She was now naked apart from her sexy, high heels.

Chocolate picked her up as if she wasn't there and threw her onto the bed while he spoke.

"Let's see...what...you've FUCKING...GOT!"

Before he pounced, he marvelled at her impossible figure. She was tiny framed, skinny even but with a cartoon sized chest.

He pushed her legs wide, and forced them back towards her ears, raising her pelvis up. He leaned forward and spat another huge globule of lubricating spit in the general direction of her pussy lips.

"Right. I hope your fucking cunt's got more than your fucking mouth. Let's see if you've got the pussy to take my black cock, bitch!"

He let her legs fall back down and grabbed the shaft of his monster cock, giving it a couple of experimental tugs, more than happy at its firmness and length.

This was the moment. This was the moment he loved. This was the moment he ALWAYS loved. The moment when his cock disappeared into the pussy hole. He loved the sensation, he loved the view and most of all, he loved the reaction he always got from his female conquests. They always varied in reaction, but it was always along the lines of, 'No! I can't take it' or 'It's too fucking big.' And he REALLY loved fucking petite, hungry, dirty MILF sluts.

Jilly, he was sure, would be no different and she didn't disappoint.

As the enormous head came into contact with her lips he saw her visibly flinch, trying to move up the bed away from the monster cock. Though he had to remember she was clearly a woman of the world, her petite frame suggested she would be small 'down there' and therefore would be trepidatious about his over-sized manhood.

With the head at her puffy pussy lips, he moved his thumbs to either side of her vagina, spread her lips, and pressed forward. Luckily, she was wet and he started sliding in with reasonable ease.

"Fuck! You're tight. It feels like you're a fucking virgin! But we both know you've had more pricks in here than a second-hand dartboard, you fucking MILF slut!"

He pressed on. Looking down he estimated he was halfway.

"Oh my GOD!! FUCK! THAT'S...SO...BIG...PLEASE...!!"

"TELL ME IT'S THE BIGGEST COCK YOU'VE HAD!!"

"UUUHHHHH, OH GOD!! YESSSSS! IT'S THE BIGGEST...FUCK!!"

Chocolate pressed on and Jilly let out a scream.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!! You're too deep!! You're touching my cervix. So much...FUCK..."

He kept his cock in place, filling her but used his thumb to press down on her clitoris.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh..."

Jilly started twisting and bucking, another orgasm ripping through her body. Chocolate was happy that he appeared to have found a sure-fire short cut to immediately control his MILF slut.

He withdrew, noting how his cock was glistening, a mixture of her pussy juices and more pre cum clinging to his cock.

"You'll have to put up with the pain, Milfy. I need to get my fucking kicks!!"

With that, he plunged in, faster and harder and she screamed anew even though she was still recovering from the previous orgasm. He plunged in again, each time it felt as though he were discovering new parts of her pussy, each time she screamed or gasped.

He started fucking her slowly and steadily and noted that his cock was getting close to now being fully inside her. 'Impressive' he thought to himself.

His rhythm was slow and steady, his cock solid and heavy. He marvelled at her tiny frame and flat stomach and wondered if he could make out the outline of his cock as it burrowed deep inside her.

He grabbed her ankles again, spreading her legs painfully wide, allowing his pelvis to do all the work, displaying his body to her peacock-style, still glistening from her earlier attentions with the oil.

Chocolate started ratcheting up his speed and the combination of her magnificent body and the sensation of his cock, pounding into her ,was starting to bring him to a climax.

He quickened his pace further and an array of different noises were emanating from Jilly's mouth.

"Oh...Oh Yes...Oh Fuck...Uh, Uh, Uh."

Her arms came up, covering her face as though the pleasure was too intense; too much to bear as she threw her shoulders from side to side, ecstasy seeping from every pore.

His hips were a blur now as he pummelled her pussy with his giant meat, his balls smacking against her butt with each thrust.

He noticed her grimacing; gritting her teeth, air being forced through them as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Ssshhhh...Ssshhhh...FUUUCCCKKKK...Oh Yeahhhhhh!!"

Her expressions varied from seeming pain, to ecstasy to defiance and back to pain. All quick, micro-gestures that told the story of what was happening to her.

She was cumming hard again but Chocolate felt in control and wondered about stopping; taking away her pleasure.

"YYYEEESSSSSS! OHHH FUCK YES..!!"

She was fully in the throes of her third orgasm and from her reaction, she had never felt it coming from such a deep place inside her.

He gave a couple of extra deep thrusts and stopped, his cock still fully inside her. His hand came down and his thumb pressed hard on her clitoris again, slowly turning and rubbing.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHH...OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH...YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!!"

More bucking and twisting as a massive orgasm ripped through her body. She was so lost, Chocolate was almost concerned she was having some kind of seizure.

She finally started to calm down, though tiny spasms would jolt her body for the next 30 seconds.

He allowed her to calm down. All was quiet.

He pulled out of her, still hard, still erect and still fully in control.

"Right Slut, let's get fucking serious!"

He grabbed her hips and, marvelling again at how petite and light she was, flipped her onto her stomach. He slapped her hard on the backside.

"Push it up, show me you want some black cock you fucking dirty, MILF slag!"

Jilly pushed her butt high in the air, she clearly wanted more; much more.

Chocolate's ritual began again. He placed his hands swiftly between her legs, and lifted her arse up, spreading her legs just by the force of his thumbs, her exposed anus and pussy were inches from his face, her own face now buried into the covers of her bed. Again, Chocolate spat a great globule of spit in the general direction of her anus and pussy and watched as the natural lubricant slowly dribbled into the cracks and orifices of her most intimate parts.

He lowered her down and smeared his own spit into her, roughly jabbing his middle into her over-moist pussy.

His cock was twitchy and active, almost with a mind and nose of it's own as it sought a haven inside her.

He brought the head to her pussy lips and then stopped. He quickly got off the bed and found the bottle of oil that Jilly had used earlier. He squirted a load onto her back and she flinched at the coolness and shock of it.

"You're such a dirty MILF slut, you don't need any extra lube but I want to see your fucking body oiled and ready to be fucked, yeah?" It wasn't a question, merely a statement of intent.

He roughly rubbed the oil in and applied some more, rubbing it into her arse, pressing his fingers close to the anus before rubbing his oiled hands down her legs. He put some more into his hands and pulled her back so she was upright and kneeling, her back to him, both of them facing the headboard of her bed, his cock in-between her legs. He rubbed the oil onto her massive, pert tits and felt her nipples respond to his touch. He rubbed more over her torso and shoulders before pushing her back down.

She was on all fours.

"Bring your hands back and spread your own arse-cheeks. Show me you want my black fucking meat in you, MILFY you fucking slag!"

After a moment's hesitation, she brought her hands back, forcing her head back into the bed covers and raising her arse further in the air. Her hands reached for her own greasy butt, and she pulled the cheeks apart.

"Wider, you slag!" Chocolate barked.

She pulled wider and her anus was a perfect 'O'. 'Very inviting' he thought. 'Maybe later'.

His hand came down to his cock and he pinched the base and guided it to her pussy lips. It sunk in easily at first but his length and girth at this angle was a challenge.

"Uhhh, Uhhh...Oh, fuck...SLOW...PLEASE...FUCK!!"

Chocolate kept pressing and guided his cock into her. She was gasping for breath; a combination of pain and pleasure.

He pulled out and immediately rammed his cock back in and started slamming into her without mercy. At first, Jilly was screaming, but after it became a kind of resigned grunting. He wondered if she was delirious, faint even.

With his cock fully inside her, he grabbed her upper arms, her hands forced to leave her butt, and pulled back, lifting her head and body from the covers. He used her arms as leverage to hammer his over-sized prick into her with renewed energy and vigour.

The volume of her screams and pleasure went up.

"OHHHHHH...OHHHHHH...OOhhhhhh!"

Another orgasm had started, but this time he wasn't going to let her recover. He wanted one to roll into another. Light-headed wouldn't cover it when he'd finished with her.

She was helpless with desire. He was totally dominant and the sight of her petite frame, her perfect butt and his cock ramming into her were bringing him close to shooting his load.

When he felt he was close, he let go of her arms, released his cock from her greasy pussy and grabbed her ankles, spinning her over. She looked fearful as though she'd done something wrong.

"Get ready and keep frigging yourself..."

She immediately brought fingers to her pussy, finding her clitoris and massaging furiously while her upturned face waited for his cock to shoot its load, her mouth open, her tongue darting out ready.

Chocolate was masturbating his cock furiously.

"Fuck...here it comes. Here it fucking comes..."

His hot cum shot out and covered her cheek and nose, the second load, harder, thicker and faster blasted her nose and forehead. He directed his cock to her tits and two or three more loads deposited their creamy texture onto her huge breasts.

She was already licking her lips and brought her hand up, taking his cock and sucking it hungrily to taste the last of his cum. She kept sucking and his cock began to lose its firmness and he noted she was trying to regain some pride by taking as much as she could of the softening cock.

"Good MILFY. Good girl. So hungry for the black cock, aren't you?"

After a couple of minutes, she let him fall from her mouth. She got up, grabbed some tissues from her bedside table, took a couple of sheets, wiping her face and threw the box at him. She left the room, heading for the shower.

Chocolate took a couple of sheets of tissue and wiped himself down, looking around for a bin to deposit the used paper.

He laid back, thinking of what had just happened. Thinking about being allowed in to the house, into her bedroom and into her!

Chocolate's powers of recovery were amazing anyway but he could feel power like he'd never felt before thanks to the pill Rick had sold him. While his mind pondered what he'd just been a part of, he looked down and saw the unmistakeable 'green shoots' of another erection building. He wondered whether to wait for MILFY to come back from the shower and then take his own shower by which time he'd be fully ready. However, the thought of getting wet and soapy with his MILF was too tempting.

He leapt up and padded out of the room. He could hear the shower running. He padded down the three or four steps to the landing shower room. The door was ajar so he boldly opened it. The room was quite small but a double shower was housed at the far end. Jilly was in the shower, her eyes closed, letting the water cascade over her, keeping her hair dry in the hope, no doubt, of it keeping its artificial straightness.

Chocolate stepped forward and pulled the door open.

"Move over!"

She jumped and was wide eyed as he stepped into the cubicle, looking down with even wider eyes as she realised he was hardening rapidly and ready to fuck her anew.

The difference in height was nearly a foot. He leaned down and they kissed, their tongues urgently searching one another's; their hands massaging and rubbing as the water cascaded down. Her hand found his cock and she marvelled again at the sheer size of his penis. Her hand stroked and pulled and she felt it twitch to her touch. She cupped his balls in her hand and with her other hand she brought it to the crack of his bum, sliding her middle finger down, briefly touching his anus and rubbing (she wouldn't insert anything due to the length of her nails!)

She moved down his body so her mouth was hovering over his cock. She was aware of Chocolate adjusting the angle of the water and she felt it begin to cascade over the hair she'd so carefully straightened. Being a power-shower, there seemed to be gallons of it as though a bucket was being thrown over her, finding it hard to catch her breath.

"Suck it, MILFY!"

She obeyed, taking the slippery meat in her hands and guiding her mouth as best she could into her mouth. She was petite and a former partner had always complained about her inability to give serious, throat-fucking head because her jaw wouldn't open wide enough. But fitting this giant into her mouth was like a normal person trying to cram in a Snooker ball (attached to an over-sized cucumber.) But she had found workarounds and her lips and tongue were very skilled. She could quickly find the 'spots' of greatest sensitivity and zone in. Many less able men had been reduced to 'spurting' unexpectedly and with great speed when faced with her expert approach.

But she already knew that Chocolate was different. He was an enigma. She had been stunned to find him climbing into her shower so soon after shooting a bucket-load of cum and not only was he here, but he appeared to be fully loaded and ready to shoot all over again whenever he chose to.

She licked and sucked and massaged his cock, the veins now sticking out dangerously. She felt his balls tighten - a sure sign he was preparing to cum. Though she was unsure whether another load of 'cum-dumping' would stop the Chocolate train, she didn't want to risk it so she held his balls and pulled them down, away from his body. She felt the tension go out of him and got him back to an even keel.

"MILFY knows her stuff! How many cocks have you milked in your time, you dirty fucking slut?"

He pulled her to her feet and they kissed again with increased passion and urgency.

He turned her around and she obliged, pushing her arse toward him and his waiting and hard cock.

He held his penis and guided it to her waiting pussy and it glided in with ease as she was fully self-lubricated with the thought of his monster cock delving into her once more.

"Oh, MILFY. You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?"

She started to moan.

"Oh GOD! Fucccckkkkk...NNhhmmmmm...hhhmmmm.."

He was fucking her with ease now, They had truly found one another and this was effortless ecstasy.

He was satisfied with all he could see.

He looked down and saw his massive cock, hard and veined, pumping its full length into the beautiful, petite woman. Her bubble arse was spreading apart with every thrust. Her hands were on the wet tiles, water cascading down over her head and down her back. He grabbed her hair, gathering it in two hands and handing the two bunches to his left hand, holding it close to her scalp and pulling her head back. His other hand moved to her breast and started to tease at her nipples before coming down between her legs and searching for the nub of her clitoris, rubbing furiously.

He started to quicken his pace and ram into her with increasing vigour.

"Uhhh, Uhhh, UUUHHHH, UUUHHHH!!"

"Yeah, MILFY. I can fuck you in the bed, I can fuck you in the shower and I'll fuck you anywhere I fucking want. You're my fucking MILF slut now because you're so HUNGRY... FOR...THIS...BLACK...COCK!!"
He punctuated the last words with a re-enforcing thrust deep into her tight pussy.

"AAAARRRRGHHHHH...FUCK...I'M CUMMING...OH...OH...OH...OHHHHHHH!"

She let his MILFY have her orgasm but didn't give her time to recover.

He withdrew, a satisfying suction sound emanated as he did so, and turned her around again.

"Right, fucking climb on! This should be fun!!"

She didn't know where to begin and in her dazed state of orgasm she was a virtual prisoner to his demands.

He picker her up.

"Wrap your legs around me then lower your pussy onto my cock!"

She did as she was asked and with very little adjustment ('as though it was meant to be', she would confide to him later) she sank onto his unrelenting black meat.

He dug his fingers into her perfect arse cheeks, clutching them hard and painfully and started to lift and drop her onto the hard shaft.

"Oh...Oh...Oh...Uh..."

Her eyes were open but were rolling back in her head. She was becoming delirious and he could almost feel wave after wave of pussy cum juice sluicing around his cock making it easier and easier to fuck this MILF slut whilst at the same time, causing less friction meaning that his orgasm would take a little longer. An perfect orgasmic storm.

Chocolate quickened the pace and with every thrust, her moans became louder and louder.

"OH...Ohhh...OH...OHHH...OHHHHH..."

Until she was just continually moaning.

"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

He was thundering into her and could feel his own orgasm now building again.

Faster and faster he fucked this tight, MILF. Grunting his approval at her body and performance.

"Get ready, MILFY! I'm going to spray this cum inside you. I want my fucking seed inside my MILFY."

Faster still he went until he suddenly felt the dam break and he flooded inside her pussy with his hot sticky cum. He continued pumping to 'milk' himself dry. He could feel great globules of their combined cum juice running out, down his legs. The enormity of his cock in such a confined space leaving his jizm with nowhere to go but out.

His pace slowed until he stopped, Jilly still impaled but his cock starting to soften.

They were both breathing deeply. Jilly had her arms around his neck, her forehead on his shoulder gasping for air. Eventually, she pulled her head up and looked at him. 'Was that awe and wonder at what they'd done together already?' Chocolate pondered.

She brought her head forward and they kissed deeply, their tongues still searching but not with the urgency of before.

After a minute or so of deep kissing, he let her down, his cock now only semi-erect, hanging loosely but still impressively in-between his legs.

They showered, taking care of themselves and Jilly left the shower, wrapped a towel around her perfect body. put her hair into another towel and left the room, returning shortly with another large white towel for Chocolate.

He stayed in the shower for a few more minutes, giving himself a good soaping down and testing the resolve of his cock. As Rick had said, it felt as though he could fuck her for two days. But mentally, he felt calmer and therefore his cock was able to relax. But he could feel that it would spring into fully-engorged life as soon as it was required.

He turned the faucet off and after a few minutes of towel drying, he left the bathroom.

He padded up the stairs, noting from the clock on the landing that it was now 2 O'Clock. My, how the time had flown.

He pushed open the door and was surprised to see that the curtains were drawn across, the room dark and peaceful.

Jilly was under the covers of her bed, her hair still in a turban, her legs curling around the covers. She was sound asleep and, though he'd never seen her sleep before, he was sure she was going to be out for a while.

He did not know what to do.

He was tired also but wondered whether it was not in the rules of the game for him to get into bed beside her. But with her sound asleep, and no guidance on offer, he decided to follow his instinct. With a final flourish with the towel, he threw it on the floor and climbed into bed, naked. The covers were white, fresh and clean. He breathed in and out deeply, a sudden wave of exhaustion overcoming him and he was asleep within a few short minutes.

His dreams, when they came, seemed to roll on and on. They were all sex related but the last one really started to turn him on in his post-coital doze.

He pictured himself in a huge bed, the covers were pulled back to reveal his torso but his lower half was under the covers. There was movement. The covers were bobbing up and down seemingly by themselves and he could feel that his cock was unfurling to an even greater length than usual. He watched as the covers started to rise as his cock, which in his dream had reached three or four feet, acted like a tent pole, yet the covers remained resolutely around his waist which made no sense.

Finally, the covers started to unravel and a woman was standing beside his over-sized cock, hugging it like a drunk holds a lamppost.

He looked at her and realised that he was staring at his mother! But this version of his mom had the body of his MILFY. He watched as she started to lick his enormous manhood, occasionally spitting on it and rubbing her hands up and down, the meat glistening with her oral attention. Then she turned and stared at him with a look of pure lust. She opened her mouth wide and started to feed the gigantic cock into her mouth, forcing it down and down, into her throat. He could see the outline in her neck but she kept going. Part of him felt she should stop, (after all this was his Mother!) But his insatiable libido wanted her to take it all, to face fuck her until she had his entire cock in her mouth.

He could feel how wet her mouth was and his hardness was almost painful.

"Oh beautiful Chocolate cock." He heard. When he looked his mother was still sucking. He heard hungry slurping and felt her mouth all over his cock and felt her playing with his nut sack.

"So big...MMMmmmmmmmmmm."

His eyes flew open. After a moment's confusion, he remembered where he was.

He was staring at the ceiling but with the light now gone from the day, it was a grey outline. Orange light from the streetlights found its way through a gap in the curtains.

He then felt it and looked down. The covers were off him and Jilly - his MILFY - was slowly and very erotically sucking and milking his cock. From the small amount of light in the room, he could see that her spit and the wetness from her mouth had made his black meat glisten. She had softened her mouth and was giving him a sloppy, wet blowjob.

"Chocolate got any more white creamy centre for Momma?" she said to herself quietly.

'Coincidental 'mom' reference'? Chocolate thought and smirked as his dream briefly returned to him.

She was kissing and slobbering and he could see that she was letting his pre-cum mingle with the juices from her mouth, the mixture dribbling down her chin and onto his legs.

At the same time, she was masturbating him furiously, unaware that he was awake.

"Yeah... (Slurp)...this big truncheon's gonna blow some cum...(spit)...all over Momma's big tits (suck)."

He could feel himself building, the blood pulsing.

He could resist no more.

He leaned forward and grabbed at her hips. She gasped. Spinning her round, he lifted her over his mouth so that they were '69ing'.

He started to work her pussy and clitoris furiously with his tongue, placing one arm around her tiny waist and clutching her tightly. She was bucking furiously as an amazingly fast orgasm ripped through her and he felt a flood of pussy juices invade his mouth. He kept working at her, not allowing any time to recover and she felt her tongue, mouth and hands working like crazy to bring him off as though this would be the only thing that could release her from her pleasurable prison.

She was bucking again with amazing force as another orgasm immediately ripped through her body.

Chocolate's amazing staying power meant, almost, that he could choose his moment to cum and he decided now was that moment.

He took his mouth away briefly.

"Get ready, MILFY. Get ready, bitch!"

He felt her adjust herself, getting ready for the stream of cum and he let it go. Her mouth was all over the head of his cock and he heard her gag and gasp before sucking some more and then felt her lick the shaft.

She continued to stroke his cock, slowing down the pace over the space of a minute as his manhood started to lose its hard ferocity.

He was breathing hard.

"I love this pussy, MILFY. Nice and juicy."

With that he licked it and kissed and started to jab at the clitoris, again pulling her tight to him. He felt her stiffen again and heard her moan as yet another orgasm rippled through her.

"Oh my god...Oh my god..."

She was breathing heavily now, collapsed on top of him, his cum still on her face, her hand still holding on to the semi erect shaft.

"No one can do that to me. Oh my god..."

After laying for another minute or two, they got up and showered again, this time just lathering one another in a slow erotic but sexless manner. They were both full of admiration for what the other had done.

They dried themselves and Jilly pulled on some torn denim shorts that would fit most 8 year olds, the bottom of her arse showing at the cut offs. She found a light pullover and Chocolate watched her as she pulled it over her head, struggling to pull it over her mammoth chest. Even in these simple clothes, she looked as sexy as fuck and Chocolate felt his cock unravelling again, ready to pounce. He pulled on his loose tracksuit bottoms and didn't bother with a t shirt.

She offered to make him some dinner.

It was 8pm.

After they ate (just a light, chicken salad) they sat in her kitchen and drank wine. Though they'd already shared one another in such a raw and physical way, the conversation was a little stilted. Separately, they realised that there was a chasm of difference between them in terms of their ages, in terms of their upbringing, friends and with one exception, their interests. That they'd been able to completely fill that void for an entire afternoon with pure animal lust was a testament to the strength of natural, testosterone-fuelled desire they'd both felt.

After more wine, they started to talk more freely and openly.

"So, how come a boy like you doesn't have a girlfriend. You must have your pick?"

"Well, I've had a few. But, to be honest, most of them are scared once they see me naked. And if they don't leave me after the first..." he hesitated. "Fuck, then once they see my 'moves', the things I really like to do, only a few come running back for more."

"That's a shame. Younger girls are complicated. They don't seem sure what they want but they get advice from everyone about getting a good job, marry someone rich and all that. I know I got that advice but I knew that there was something deep within me that needed something that my rich ex-husband could never give me!"

She smiled and looked pointedly at his crotch.

She poured more wine and complimented him some more. Chocolate felt his pride and cock swell but he felt he had to say something.

"I do other things too." Chocolate offered. "I mean, I'm not dumb. I'm not just some bone-headed piece of BBC meat that's just here for horny, white MILFs to bounce their tight pussies on."

"Of course you're not!" Jilly said but with more than a touch of condescension in her voice.

"It's just that us MILFs, when given the chance, LIKE to bounce on Black Cock. We don't admit it to one another over coffee mornings or even on a girls' night out, but EVERY woman secretly wants to experience, young, hard black cock." Jilly was warming to her theme.

"And to be honest, you could be an award-winning Physicist or you could clean the toilets at the local railway station and we wouldn't care. We yearn to meet someone of your type, Chocolate. We ache for your stiff cock. You may not feel like BBC meat but, being brutally frank, to me, that's exactly what you are. Beautiful, over-endowed, black cock. And what you are today is MY Black Cock. No other pussy can have you today, so that makes you mine. You black guys are like dogs..."

Daniel was starting to get angry at her diatribe. He was brooding and if he didn't look it, he felt menacing.

"A dog sees a ball or a stick and just HAS to run after it because that's just the way they're made. You guys love MILF sluts like me. And in the short time I've known you, Chocolate, I'd be willing to bet that you'd come running after my skinny white ass time after time after time. Throw the ball, and you come running..."

Daniel considered his options in a few short, intense seconds.

On the one hand, this was a perfect specimen of a woman. She was right. He wanted her and he wanted her time and time again. On the other hand, in his mind he knew he was more than a cock and she was making no secret that that was the only way she perceived him. He could walk away right now, he thought, and prove her wrong (but, a combination of anger and horniness was pulsating through his veins.) Or he could tear into her now and show her what he was capable of physically but that, he assumed, was something she wouldn't be averse to. He had to get some leverage.

Suddenly, he had a thought and started fumbling in his pockets while responding to her assertions.

"So basically I'm nothing but a dog. I'm just a Big Black Cock to you with no feelings. I have no real worth apart from what I keep in my trousers, is that right?"

"Well, it's not very poetic, but..."

"Well, let me show you what I keep in my trousers"

With that, Daniel pulled out a black mask from his left pocket.

"I decided to follow your advice and brought along something to hide my face."

"It's a bit late for that, I had cameras set up in my room. I even had one or two in the shower."

"Mmm Hmm." He agreed.

Out of his other pocket, he pulled his phone.

"I also have this."

Jilly looked quizzically at him.

"And..."

"And it has a camera. And I'm going to set it up, fuck your little white arse until you're pleading with me to stop and then I'm going to post it on to every MILF website I've ever visited. And I've visited a LOT of MILF websites, trust me."

"But you agreed..."

"Shut the fuck up, MILFY. The last question I'm going to ask is whether you want me to fuck you here in the kitchen or shall we go back to where we started?"

Jilly paused for a moment and then bolted for the stairs. Chocolate let her go. it would be easier to catch her at the top of the narrow stairs than have to carry her up there.

When she reached the hallway, she ran for the front door but Chocolate was too quick.

He grabbed her around the waist and carried her, kicking and screaming up the next flight of stairs back to her bedroom.

When he got to the door, he let her down and she ran inside. He stayed outside for a second and pulled the mask over his face. If things got 'ugly' he thought, he didn't want to be identifiable. He pulled it over his head quickly.

He stepped back into the room where he'd already proven his sexual prowess. He was now going to prove...what? That he was in control? That he was a Master of Desire?

One thing was for sure, this time there would be no safe words, nowhere to hide and no mercy. She'd disrespected him big time and now she'd pay.

He burst into the room only a second or two after delivering her there and found her on the other side of the bed, looking trepidatious but still with attitude.

"Right MILFY. I've fucked your pussy. I've face-fucked you. Now, I'm going to see how your arse likes Big, Hard, Black Cock. And bad luck for you, I've cum-dumped so much, this could go on for some time!"

With that he jumped on the bed and ran at her. She stepped back but didn't attempt to escape, it would have been futile.

He threw her on the bed and tore at her jumper, roughly pulling it over her head, her beautiful, fulsome breasts bouncing as they were unleashed. Next, he pulled the fly buttons to her shorts and they sprayed across the room onto the wooden floor. Feeling power surge through him, he yanked the shorts down and threw them on the floor. There she lay, naked and exposed.

He knelt down across her, if he hadn't been wearing his loose bottoms, his cock would have sat perfectly in her cleavage.

He took out his phone and effortlessly opened the camera application.

"Say 'cock', MILFY!"

"No!!" She tried to turn away and hide her face but he was fast.

"Ooh. That's a good one. I got your best side and some nice tit action too!"

He climbed off her, making no effort to hold her down as he knew he could out-power her and out-run her.

He set his phone up on a small corner table and lined the shot up until he was happy.

"Right, for the viewers of 'MILFs on Heat', "MILFs go Black' and all of my other favourite MILF sites, this one's for you!"

He yanked down his bottoms and his cock sprang out like a giant spring-loaded baseball bat. He gave the camera a profile pic to show his enviable length, gave a couple of experimental tugs and climbed on the bed.

"Where's your oil, MILFY? We are definitely going to need oil."

He spied it on her bedside table and was about to apply it to himself when he stopped and gave her the bottle.

"I think you better decide how much you need because this cock is going into that arse one way or another."

She hesitated, wondering what to do.

After a brief moment, she uncapped the bottle and applied the lube to her hand. She turned herself over and started smearing it into her arse, her fingers diving into her anus. She applied another load. She looked at Chocolate's cock and decided to apply more still. The fourth lot, she smeared directly onto his penis, massaging it deeply, not wanting to leave anything that would roughen his entrance into her.

"Please. I've never...not one so big. I just..."

"Aw, bless." Chocolate said, dripping with sarcasm before turning nasty.

"You probably should have thought of that before you started calling me 'meat' and saying I'm a fucking dog! If you really think I'm no better than a dog, I'm going to act like one. And let me tell you, my bite is worse than my bark!!"

He turned her over and pulled her into position so that her face was near his phone camera and roughly pushing her onto her front, slapping at her arse cheeks twice when she didn't fall straight into the position he wanted her.

"Fucking push it UP!"

He grabbed her hips and twisted them so the arse cheeks sat up invitingly.

"Arrgghh!"

Chocolate jabbed his thumb into her anus. My god she was tiny down there, he thought. His thumb worked at the muscles of her sphincter and it slowly opened, his thumb gliding in and out easily with so much oil.

But he wondered if he was making this too easy for her.

He climbed off the bed and found her box of tricks in the wicker basket. After a quick scan, he pulled out some items. A ball gag, hand restraints and a large, rabbit style vibrator.

"Oh, you know how to play, you dirty, fucking bitch!"

He climbed back onto the bed and sat on her legs, his cock resting on the crevice of her arse. He leaned forward with the ball gag and forced the large ball into her mouth. She tried to resist but the fight, it seemed, had gone out of her.

"Mmmmm..mmgghh...mghhhhff."

He held her head up and brought his own masked face next to hers.

"Say hi to the camera, you fucking slag. You're going to be a fucking star of MILF and Screen!"

Chocolate ignored her grunted protestations.

Next, he grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, fastening the wrists.

He grabbed the shaft of his penis.

"Right. Hold still. It'll be a whole lot worse if you're wriggling and if I have to push it in fast and furious."
To achieve the right angle, he decided to squat rather than kneel.

The bulbous head of his cock came into contact with her anus. To him, it looked a physical impossibility but he slowly applied pressure and, helped by the oil, he felt some give, though he could see his prey grimacing.

He kept pushing in and with surprising suddenness, the head passed by the outer muscles.

"HHhhhhgghhh!!"

Jilly let out a scream through her ball gag, her body stiffening.

Chocolate waited a moment before pressing on. His cock was slowly disappearing inside her and it felt as though his meat was in a weird, all encompassing soft vice, the muscles of her anus gripping and tightening around his hardness.

He had fed in about 4 or 5 inches.

"HHHUUUUGGGGG!!"

Chocolate stopped again, withdrew a little and then started applying pressure into her. It was becoming easier but he had no way of knowing how far she'd be able to go. Judging by her earlier performance, this was a woman with super-MILF capabilities.

In he went and the moaning continued.

For the next few minutes, he fed in then withdrew, fed in and withdrew, applying oil both onto his cock and into the open chasm of her exposed anus. Each time he went further but he was becoming impatient.

He withdrew and he could feel her breathing becoming easier through the gag. With a sudden and unpredictable cruelty, he thundered in, sending his hot cock all the way, his pubic bone smashing against the cheeks of his MILFY's arse.

"UUUUUUUURRRRRGGHHHH! UURRGHH...URRGHH...URRGHHH"

He paused for just a moment, withdrew and then repeated.

"UURGGGH...MMMMMMMM...MMMMMM!!"

"And THAT, viewers, is 12 inches of Black meat buried in this MILF's ass!"

Now he started to fuck her tight, delicious arse. It was such a solid fit that he was sure that there would be a 'pop' sound if he withdrew completely.

Now he was properly inside her, he knelt between her legs and turned her slightly to her side and lifted one of her legs for better access. She was spread wide for him and he thundered into her, his pelvic bone painfully smashing against her skin.

His pace was quickening further and he started to let out guttural noises with each thrust, adding in words of encouragement for himself along the way.

"Hhnnphh, hhnnphh...Yeah, fucking the bitch MILF...fucking her tight, white arse...This is what happens...TO FUCKING...WHITE...BITCH...MILFS...WHO DISRESPECT...A BLACK COCK!"

His hips were a blur and the mixture of sensations, the touch and the visual were bringing him to a climax much faster than he thought possible.

"I'm cumming, bitch. I'm going to cum in your arse...Arrrgghhh!!"

With that, he started spurting another gallon of his seemingly endless cum into her arse. The tightness of the fit meant that it was forced out around his cock, causing a great collar of cum juice to form around the entrance to her arse, white creamy liquid filling every crack.

He kept pumping for a few seconds and when he'd recovered his breath, he rolled her back onto her front, and slowly pulled out his cock. When it was out, he was fascinated to watch her sphincter go from looking like she had a giant hole blown out of her ass to visibly regaining its original shape.

After they'd recovered and he'd released her from her shackles, they showered again, this time separately.

After Chocolate left the shower, he wondered what the reception would be in the bedroom. It felt as though he'd played his part but had perhaps overstepped the mark.

He stepped into the room, still glistening from the shower, clean and fresh and naked. She too was naked.

"Well MILFY, I've probably outstayed my welcome. You probably want to clean up and get some sleep and..."

She walked calmly to him, bent down and grabbed his semi soft cock and started licking it and sucking it, her other hand caressing his balls. His cock was responding as he knew it would. She looked up at him.

"You can go if you want!"

She kept staring into his eyes as she returned to sucking his cock as she had ten or so hours ago, her tongue darting out.

"You are one hot, fucking MILF!"

"Daniel. I am a woman who likes to get what she wants. And if that means getting you hot under the collar by comparing you to a dirty dog, so be it!!"

Daniel started laughing. Impressed and amazed that he'd found this woman who (it appeared) he could not outrun.

They spent the night making love, falling asleep and making love again and again until, at dawn they lay in each other's arms, completely spent.

In the morning (and to his astonishment) Chocolate awoke with his usual 'wood' and used it on his sleeping MILF who barely opened her eyes but simply allowed him access to her bruised and puffy pussy.

Chocolate finally left almost exactly 24 hours after he'd arrived. He walked home and went to bed to try and catch up on the sleep he'd missed so that he'd not be nodding off at work on Monday.

Over the next months, the visits were frequent, though none matched the intensity of their first meeting until one day when she emailed asking him if he, perhaps, had a friend...
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