U Up?

It was 2 a.m. Douglas was snoring beside her. She'd jerked him off when he got home -- his pajamas had a thick cum stain on them. Her phone buzzed.

Winston: U Up?

Faith toyed with the phone in her hand. She felt guilty, but why? They'd agreed to open their marriage. She didn't have to feel back about this. She texted him back, and he sent her an address.

***

Winston Harris was doing bench presses, trying to get out his energy in case this white girl flaked on him. But ten minutes later, there was a prompt knock on the door. Faith came in, wearing just pink flip flops and a robe. She was thicker than he remembered her. Much thicker.

"Damn, baby, you didn't even get dressed?"

"I took the short cut here. You know, that broken fence off Mulholland."

"Yeah, I do remember that. Shit, you white kids used to cut through there all the time, sneaking into the ghetto for ****."

"Well, I snuck in for something far better than ****."

***

She was pale as he remembered, her tits large, her ass large. But she viewed him, as if for the first time. That was the thing about janitors. They faded into the background of the school experience, someone only on the tip of a tongue for most, at best. He was thick, and not all muscle, but he looked good, Faith concluded. She peeled off his underwear, exposing a thick Black love muscle.

"Fuckkk, Mr. Harris," Faith said. She didn't know why she referred to him so formally, but it felt right. She stroked his cock, kissing up from the heavy nutsack to the tip of his cock, forming her lips into an 'o' and pushing them down, starting to drool on the shaft.

She felt Winston's hands in her hair, on her shoulders, on her big tits. He tweaked her pink nipples, exploring her body freely while she slobbered on his fat cock. Eventually, he pulled her onto all fours like the heifer she was.

"Ohh, Mr. Harris," Faith purred. "Fuck me. Shit, if I'd known what you had down there, I would have only been fucking you since I turned 18."

He slid his fat prick into her tight slit, pausing when he encountered resistance, sucking his thumb and sliding it into her ass. With his free hand he spanked the young wife, leaving vivid red handprints behind as she loosened up and he pushed deeper. They fucked, both of them glad in a sheen of sweat, both of them realizing the lust that could occur when an old Black Bull claimed a young white prize.

"Fuck," Faith squealed, delirious. "Fuck, cum in me Mr. Harris, cum in me, fucking cum in me ..."

Winston growled, rearing up and sliding a leg up onto the bed as he impaled the bitch, shooting thick ropes of seed into her.

"Fuck," Faith croaked. "Keep me for tonight please."

"With pleasure," Winston said, collapsing on top of the heavy white girl.