My name is Leasa. I work in Silicon Valley at a well know software firm as a marketing manager. I am 5'7", 118 and blonde and blue eyed. At 30 I've kept my body in good shape: 36C-24-35. Needless to say, I was voted prettiest girl in both my high school and my college senior class. Because of this most men have always been awkward and hesitant to approach me. I never had to learn to say "no" because the men were usually too insecure to approach me. I met my husband in the Valley, fell in love and got married last fall. Shortly thereafter a much older, black maintenance man at my company, named Amos, started flirting with me and asking me out to lunch. I, of course, would decline as politely and diplomatically as I could but I always felt awkward doing so. I told my husband about this but he would just laugh it off and joke about it. After all, he had seen Amos and knew he was well over 60, fat, missing a tooth or two, and just a homely man. Then, after a few weeks of this, one day Amos kind of cornered me in one of the hallways when no one else was around. "Hey sweets, you ready to go to lunch wit me yet?' he asked with a big smile showing a few missing teeth. "Amos, now you know I'm married and...uh...you know...it ...uh...well...it wouldn't be right," I stammered. But my hesitation just seemed to make him work harder at his objective. "Aw, c'mon baby, give a man a break. I's just wants to take you to lunch. Don't make an old man feel put down!" he said with this pained look on his face. I knew he was playing with me but still it all felt so awkward and difficult. "Well...I can't really..." "Baby, Female Cuckold Delilah The Minion Blacksonblondes My name is Frank, I'm a 33 year old salesman for a computer company. My wife is Jennifer. She is 30 years old and works in real estate. After we got married, she did what many women do, she gained weight. She didn't look terrible, she just wasn't what I had married. About a year ago, she looked at herself in the mirror and didn't like what she saw. Jennifer began to exercise, cut out the cookies and soda for breakfast and basically get her act together. After a Black Dick Sex Delilah The Minion Delilah at TheMinion.com Hung Mandingo I half moaned, half screamed, again and again, as I rode multiples of my lusty, mind numbing orgasms. When I was done I lay there in a sweat panting heavily trying to regain myself. Andy continued snoring and I fell off into a deep sleep. The next day at lunch I honestly hoped Amos would forget all about it. But it was foolish of me to think he would. "Ready for our date?" he said as he ambled up to my desk. I wanted to scream, "THIS ISN'T A DATE!!!" and just explain to him it was "just" lunch. But nothing came out of my mouth. I just smiled weakly. Inside I just didn't want a scene; plus, I knew it would do no good. He would never listen. As we walked out to his car in the parking lot I could feel his hand gently on the small of my back. "Unbelievable! This old, black, maintenance man has the gall to put his arm around me," I thought to myself. But again, I couldn't bring myself to object and create some kind of scene or confrontation. So I let it go. By the time we got within a few feet of his car I could feel him becoming bolder and definitely let his hand rest on my lower back. He now definitely had his arm around me. He opened the door of his old , dirty '89 Cadillac for me and let me slide in. As I did I noticed his eyes taking a nice long, obvious look up under the short leather mini skirt I was wearing. Why had I worn this sexy little skirt, I thought to myself. But as I waited for him to go around to his door, I realized my heart was beating heavily in my chest. I'd liked that he looked up my skirt. As he slid in his side of the car I smiled over meekly at him. He looked into my Cuckold Space Delilah The Minion Mixed Relationship He was fat, his big black ass cheeks sagged from behind, and his gut bulged even from the sides. He didn't have love handles, they were more like saddles. Then as my gaze lowered, between his skinny, bow legs hung the most enormous, out-sized pair of balls I have ever seen. They hung a full half a foot down from his groin. They were easily the size of tennis balls. As I just sat transfixed looking at these big, hairy things I concluded again that for sure this man had just seeded me. I would certainly be mothering his child within the year. No woman could receive a discharge from a pair of testes of these dimensions without being fertilized. As my admiring gaze continued, I could see that hanging even below his elephantine balls was a still semi hard, horse-like cock. It hung its still swollen head down at least 3 inches below his low slung balls. And hanging from the uncircumcised cock head was a gooey rope of semen still drooling from his dick. As he turned to me I was almost shocked by his ugliness. His gut was huge, his smirk revealed some missing teeth, some gold teeth, his nose flat and wide across his face, and his genitalia were just plain 'abnormal' in their size. But in my eyes all I could see was an incredibly masculine, African tribal chief who had just seeded his white slave girl. And he did it as only an African chieftain could. Violently and completely! I realized that this African specimen of a man was far different, far more powerful than any of the white 'boys' I had been with before. And I wanted more... Let me know if YOU'd like more too. Write me at leasa24@hotmail.com