Getting blowjobs doesn't pay the bills

Unfortunately, you still need to work. Fortunately, the day goes by smoothly and you are able to get more done today then you had in any previous working day, even if you only eat a sandwich on your table for lunch. Hell, you even send a couple of e-mails to your boss with suggestions on how to improve the workflow!

The wonders of what a morning fuck could do to a man...

But now, all that you had left to do was to go back to your empty home. It never upset you before, but after two days of constantly having sex with gorgeous black women, fast food, videogames and jerking off didn't quite cut it. Maybe stopping by for a cup of coffee will cheer you up, but fate has another thing in store for you, and you bump into Tyra in the elevator.

The nubian queen looks at you with a pearly-white smile, immediately lifting your spirit. "Fancy meeting you here, John! All these years we never meet, now all of the sudden we are bumbing into each other all the time!"

"Yeah, it's kinda weird."

You should really start thinking about these coincidences, but your mind is wandering some place else. Nominally, you are thinking about fucking Tyra again and you can't help but to steal glances at her bra-less chest. Her tits were so big and soft that any movement makes them jiggle, and any that had to work near her probably had a hard time concentrating all day.

"So, how was your work day?" Tyra says, breaking the awkward silence between you two.

"Pretty good, actually. Got a lot done, thanks to you."

"That's good to hear. Keep it up and I'm sure you will be rewarded, after all you know how we value our employees!" She says, ever the company woman. But your heart is not in the place for corporta bullshit, so the best you can do is smile and nod at her. "Why are you feeling down, then? And don't try to hide, a mother can always tell."

Well, no use hiding anything from her. "It's nothing... I just don't feel like going home tonight."

"Why? I'm sure a great guy like you has a hot girlfriend just waiting for you!"

"No, nothing of the sort." You give her a fake smile as you both leave the elevator. "Hey, thanks for listening. See you tomorrow."

You are faster, than her, given that Tyra is wearing heels, but still she reaches you before you can reach you car, taking your hand so that you turn to her. "You are going to my house, you are going to fuck me, and then we'll have dinner, alright? I won't let you go home like this!"

The ride isn't too long, but in the 30 minute drive you only muster the courage to learn a couple of things: she is divorced, which seems insane to you, and has a daughter called Gabby. No problems there, you actually are good with kids.

Her large, spacious house in a quiet, rich suburb makes you feel woefully inadequate, the only thing that lifts your spirit, and your dick, is seeing Tyra's tits straining her top with every step she takes.

"Gabby, I'm home!" Tyra shouts. "And I've brought a guest, so come down and say hello."

Standing around awkwardly, with your heart thumping in your chest, you wait in the hallway for Tyra's daughter. Your jaw nearly drops to the floor when she descends the stairs, because you expected a kid, not a younger, slimmer and light-skinned version of her mother.

"Damn, mom, why aren't you wearing a bra?" She says, standing next to her slightly taller mom. "And who is the dweeb?"

"Gabby, show some respect! This is John, a colleague from work. He thought that it would make him happy if I walked with my breasts bouncing around, and because he seemed lonely, I decided to bring him in for dinner and sex."

"Oh..." The daughter raises her eyes, surprised, and your imagination goes into overdrive as you think whatever spell all the world was under ended, so now you will be fired, kicked from your apartment, become homeless... "Yeah, that makes sense."

"It does?" You blurt out, shocked at her response even if you are getting used to it. "Why?"

"Because..." Gabby visibly strains, as if trying to recall a long lost memory. "That's just the way it is..."

"Now, I need to get dinner started so you take care of him, okay Gabby?" Tyra interjects, cutting off the conversation and leaving you both alone.

"Dude, no need to be so nervous." Gabby says, playfully jabbing you in the chest. "Come upstairs to my room, we'll chill and play some games."

"Sure, but... how old are you?"

"I'll be 19 in a couple of months." She smiles, knowingly, and you feel a weight lift off your shoulders, letting your eyes wander freely over her barely-legal body. She is dressed in a casual, stay-home outfit of shorts and a t-shirt that would look innocent if she wasn't the definition of an hourglass figure.

"This is my room" She says, opening a door to a bedroom that is bigger than your entire apartment, and filled with nerdy shit that makes you smile. "You can get comfortable and sit on my bed."

Her definition of comfortable is straight out of a cheap porn movie, because Gabby is naked and pulling up your shirt before you can say anything. "Do you wanna go straight into banging or do you want to chill a bit?" She asks while she drops to her knees, fishing out your painfully hard cock out. "Seems like I have my answer."

Gabby sucks on the head of your dick, her warm wet mouth utterly divine, while also stroking the rest of your prick. But that was it, and though it would have been enough for the you of just three days ago, it pales in comparision to the blowjobs you received lately and after a few minutes of good, but not great, cocksucking you put a hand on the back of her head.

"Take me deeper..."

For the first time in these last few days, a black woman doesn't do as you ask, but Gabby only looks ashamed. "I have never taken a cock down my throat before... can you help me?" She asks, still stroking your dick.

"Just breath through your nose, I guess... and tap my thigh if you need air or something..."

Being the dominant one still didn't came naturally to you, but having a busty black bitch on her knees in front of you regurlary was starting to change that. Gabby didn't have the afro her mother sported, a powerful symbol of black feminility you had defiled, only luscious, straight locks that you held in a ponytail as you guided her deeper into her cock.

She gagged loudly, her virginal throat spasming around your cock, while spit scapes from the seal of her mouth to dribble down her chin to land on her tits and tears formed in her pretty eyes, but she manages to take your entire lenght until her dainty nose is buried in your pubic hair.

The age difference gave you a forbidden thrill, as if you were corrupting a innocent youth, and for the first time the primal urge to truly unleash everything you have on someone appears, making you bounce Gabby's head on your lap, forcing her to gag and **** loudly until you pull out to cum on her face, adding your jizz to the mess of tears and spit.

Looking down, you actually feel kind of guilty, because Gabby is coughing and wiping away the mess from her eyes. "That was intense, dude." She says, with her voice a little rispy but smiling. "But you sure enjoyed it." She lifts a finger full of your sticky cum to prove her point.

"Umm... sorry, I got carried away."

"Don't be sorry! The important thing is that you enjoyed yourself." Gabby gets up, brushing her sore knees, and heads to the bathroom. "We've got some time before dinner." She shouts, voice echoing against her bathroom tiles. "What do you want to do?"

You settle for watching her play some games, because Gabby only has one controller, so you sit back agains the headboard of her bed while she leans against you. Now you know for sure you are trapped in a cheap porn, so you make the best of it, playing with her tits while striking a conversation.

Surprisingly, Gabby is putting off going to college to pursue a career in streaming, but her mother didn't approve so she had to get part-time job in order to buy the expensive setup, but with a rack like the one she has, there is no doubt in your mind she will succeed. She is genuinely happy that you believe in her, and for a while you just sit in a confortable silence, enjoying her warmth against your body and, of course, squeezing her tits like their were stress balls.

The peace is broken by the clacking of heels, making you look to the door just as Tyra opens it. She looks even hotter now, dressed in a lacy white brassiere and a matching thong, accompanied by 6 inch heels that would put any stripper to shame.

"18 years and she never learned to knock..." Gabby mutters under her breath for only you to hear, but Tyra catches it nonetheless. "In my house the doors remain open, you know that." The MILF says, "And it's not like I didn't know what you were doing in here. Anyway, dinner is served."

The fact that one is naked and being groped heavily while the other is dressed in sexy lingerie is treated by both as something normal, so you just follow Tyra down into the spacious kitchen. You were expecting a feast, given that you thought Tyra was a perfect woman, but she serves you a completely normal, if a bit bland, pasta dish.

"Daddy was the one that cooked before he left." Gabby whispers to you. "Usually we have takeout, but I guess she wanted to make you feel welcome."

"Stop whispering, Gabby, and suck on his ball while he enjoy his meal." Tyra says, looking annoyed at her daughter.

"Fine."

The teen again drops to her knees, taking your hairy nuts into her wet, hot mouth once at the time while you sit and enjoy dinner. Somehow, your dick stirs back into life, making you wonder if is a side effect of your newfound power and how far do they extend. It seems that every black woman you meet wants to show you a good time, be that blowing you in public or inviting you into her house to fuck her daughter.

And that gives you a wicked idea, one that could either prove that your powers over black women are limitless or get you thrown out on the street butt-naked. You start gathering your courage, focusing on Tyra's body and not on her endless droning about work while trying not to cum from her daughter's enthusiastic ball slurping.

Screw it, what do I have to lose? You think as Tyra pours you a glass of wine after dinner and Gabby comes up to eat, plucking stray pubes from her mouth. What do I have to lose, besides my job, my dignity, and my life as I know it?