Kitchen Fever: My Raw Black Delivery Man Blowjob Confession

Late August. Sweltering apartment. Bunk bed delivery for my son. I’m Anne, prim wife, mother. But tease me ‘dirty slut,’ and I melt. Two guys arrive: stocky Portuguese boss, hulking Black stud like a rugby beast. They haul parts, sweat pouring. Boss leaves for other jobs. Black guy strips shirt. Glossy chest. Ripped abs. Heart races. Heat chokes us. I iron nearby, glance often. His muscles gleam. Pulse quickens. No thoughts yet. Just… heat.

Pause time. ‘Thirsty?’ I ask. ‘Oh yes,’ he grins. ‘If you’re really thirsty, I can give you a drink.’ Garbled words. I miss it. ‘Come to kitchen.’ Innocent. He follows close. Iron grip on my neck. Spins me. Forces knees. Pants down. Massive cock out. Thick. Not fully hard. ‘Drink up, baby.’ Shoves in my mouth.

The Thirst Ignites

Shock. Flattery surges. Unknown stud wants me. No choice. But blowjobs? My vice. I lick. Gland dark, swelling huge. Tongue darts. Right. Left. Down. Nervous. His words flood: ‘Lick there. Good girl. Suck deep. You’ve done this forever.’ First Black cock. Fantasy revived. Pride swells as he hardens. Too thick. Jaw aches. But I obey. Pump. Fondle balls. My pussy floods.

He drops pants. I slurp, hand on clit fails—focus. ‘Love it, slut. Excited for Black dick, huh? Good whore.’ Insults hit new. Husband tried once—shocked me. Now? Thrilling. Funny. Hot. ‘Suck balls. Bite gland. Fuck, SLUT.’ Gags me. Too big. Drool mixes pre-cum. I trail tongue up—shaft, abs, chest, neck. Taste sweat, his spit. Kiss deep. Cock grinds pubis. Almost cum. He grabs. Kneels me again. ‘Suck, whore.’

Adore it. Tongue swirls shaft slow. Balls one by one. Lips tight. Suck hard. Faster. He’s close. Wonder: Black cum taste? ‘Mouth full, slut?’ Hum yes. Eyes lock. Grabs head. Fucks throat savage. Choke. Gasp. Too deep. Pulls hair back. Jerks furious. First spurt—cheek. Second—lips. Rest—neck. Groans wild. I lick remnants. Disappointed no swallow.

Explosive Release and Burning Aftermath

Scoops cum from skin. Feeds me. ‘Clean up, pig.’ Thick. Vigorous. Gulp greedily. Every drop. Body quakes. Collapse. Hike dress. Rip panties off—gone later. Fingers frenzy clit, lips, hole, ass. Madwoman. He watches. Fingers plunge. I EXPLODE. Nirvana orgasm. Legs shake. Scream silent. Best ever.

Intercom buzzes. Panic. He flees. I stagger up. Splash face. ‘Boss here.’ Portuguese enters. Head spins. No comment. Checks room. Scolds Black for delay. No panties—stolen trophy. They finish. Gorgeous bed. Sign papers. Tip. Black winks: ‘Thanks for the extra.’ Gone.

Shower cold. Robe. Husband home. Loves bed. Kids thrilled. But… drawer. My panties! Hidden. Stammer excuse. Walter eyes narrow. Silent. Later? Pins me to bed. ‘Take it, slut.’ Shock. Knows? Planned? Head spins. No regrets. That cock. That cum. That blaze. Skin still burns. I’d do it again. Claim my slut side now.