I watched as he worked, repairing the phone line. The storm had taken it out during the night. Even through his uniform I could tell he was ripped. The muscles in his arms flexed as he lifted things, and his thigh muscles bulged when he squatted. I had never been with a black man, but watching him work was getting me so turned on. I began flirting shamelessly. When he told me everything was fixed and he would be on his way, I told him the extension in my bedroom was still not working. He followed me up to my room and I shut the door behind us. Making a show of bending iver to pick the phone up, put my bubbly ass right in his face. As I turned, I stumbled, landing my tits squarely against his chest. As he started to back away, I was quicker, dropping my hand to his crotch, gently squeezing his massive cock. It was just as big as the other muscles of his body. A groan escaped his lips. There was no turning back now. On my knees, I opened his pants and took his huge cock in my mouth, stretching my lips wide to accommodate his girth. He stepped backward until he was sitting on the bed. He lifted me effortlessly and sat me square on top of his lap. I lowered myself onto his cock. He stretched my pussy wide. I began riding that big black cock as if my life depended on it. His cock felt so good fucking my little white pussy. I grinded down hard, coming all over his dick and soon he was filling me up with his own cum.
After he left, I realized my bedroom phone really wasn’t working. I guess he will just have to come back!