Consolation Prize

Cindy Abbott looked across the table at the Black giant. She'd never thought she'd be on a date with a Black man. And Chris had certainly not told her what kind of man she was setting him up with. She thought it'd be a blonde, inoffensive type -- like Chris's dad.

They'd had a twenty year marriage marked with only one child, Chris. It'd been just satisfactory at its peak, bland for the most, and plagued by his relentless cheating at the end. Even despite all that, she'd been loathe to walk away.

Jack wasn't particularly communicative during dinner, although Cindy was used to that. Where she was surprised, was when Jack's hand slid down to squeeze her ample backside as they walked back to her car. She had a 40 inch backside, a 34 inch waist, and large EE breasts. Her ex-husband had always made backhanded comments, leaving her ashamed. But Jack seemed to appreciate it.

They got into her car and he kissed her for the first time. He was a smoker, and she initially recoiled, but melted into his touch after his tongue continued to probe her mouth. He insistently pulled her hand to his crotch, where she felt his thick, long Black cock. Her mouth gaped open.

"Please old Black Jack now," Jack told her, getting a grip on her blonde hair and guiding her head down to his pants. She unbuckled him clumsily, pulling out his massive uncut prick. She sucked it poorly, not used to size, getting only the head and a few inches into her mouth. He fucked her mouth, unimpressed with her form compared to Elizabeth.

Cindy, however, was completely impressed. Her ex-husband had a meager four inches, which Jack more than doubled. He tasted masculine, his musk was addictive, he exercised control and dominated her. All things the lonely woman had hankered for deep down, but never actually emerged.

She slobbered and drooled to make up for the lack of depth, and Black Jack finished off after a half hour.

"Next time, you'll do better," he said, dismissively. But Cindy was thrilled there would be a next time.