A heart to heart with Mr. Jonssen

Mr. Jonssen, his wife, and their older daughter are at their front door. They haven't seen me yet, so I shut the door to the bathroom where my dirty black cock and dirtier black asshole just violated the pink lips and tongues of Mr. Jonssen's twin blonde daughters, tie his fine 400-thread-count towel around my waist, and walk up as he takes his shoes off.

"Hey, you must be Chad Jonssen," I offer my big black hand to him, startling the the puny guy. "I'm Dwayne Dexter. The college has placed me with you as my host family."

"Ah, of course," Chad adjusts his wiry glasses and shakes my hand. I try not to hurt him. He looks especially pathetic in his brown blazer. "It's an honor to finally meet the great Dwayne Dexter. I'm actually quite the football fan, if I say so myself. I've been following your prospects with excitement."

"Great to hear," I say, looking at his fine wife. "And who..."

"This is my wife, Barbara."

"Call me Barb," the older woman interjects, and then giggles. She's flushed, which offsets her dyed red hair nicely. "I think I'm going to go put dinner on."

"But honey," Chad speaks, "I thought we were going to order in tonight?"

She gives him a cold look. "We have a guest, Chad. Tanya, come help me."

Tanya's the older daughter. She's wearing a black bustier with a tartan skirt and fishnets. Her nose and lip are pierced, and her hair is black as a raven. She's also quite distracted by her iPod.

Barbara yanks Tanya's headphones off and pulls on her ear. Tanya winces as her mother's fingernails and voice cut into her. "Come help me in the kitchen."

The goth girl finally notices me, and the outline of my monster shaft under the towel. She might dress all in black, but she's probably hasn't had a big black cock inside her yet. White girls know the path to a black man's cock is through his stomach. Well, that, or spreading their slutty white holes. She follows her mother.

"Shucks, Tanya helping in the kitchen," Chad slaps his knee. "That'll be the day. Daughters these days, you know?"

I nod wisely.

Chad and I sit down in the living room and talk football for half an hour. He doesn't know half he's talking about, but I agree politely with his nonsense.

Barbara brings us two beers while we wait. She's found the time to put on a push up bra, and her dress exposes much more cleavage than before. The smell of dinner cooking is wonderful.

I watch the milf's ass, and then turn back to Chad. I look straight in his eyes.

"Chad, you do know I'm going to fuck your wife, right?"