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"That feels so fucking good, Mrs. O'Connor! Mmmmm."
I could feel my balls starting to tense. I could have let my load go right there and then, but I didn't want this to be just about my satisfaction. I wanted to taste Mrs. O'Connor; I wanted to know if her pussy tasted as sweet as she was.
Mrs. O'Connor could feel I was close to the edge. She abruptly stopped sucking my cock. Then she stood up and she tongue kissed me hard. I immediately went for the zipper on the back of her dress. I was so fucking excited, that my cock started to leak a little pre-cum. When I got her zipper down to the small of her back, she stepped back and smiled.
Then she dropped her shoulders down and her dress fell to the floor. She looked incredible! Her beautiful breasts were encased in a white lacey push up bra. This was the first time had ever noticed her breasts. In the past she always wore loose blouses. I spent so much time focusing on her thick ass; her breasts just never came to mind. Now, there they were, standing proudly. I could also see her nipples pressing firmly into the delicate material.
"Like what you she William?" she said seductively.
"Oh yes Mrs. O'Connor," I said. My eyes worked their way down her body slowly. I enjoyed every precious second. She wore a matching set of panties that ran up high on her hips.
Then like a laser guided missile, my eyes focused on its target. Her fat, juicy, pussy mound was mind blowing. Her pussy lips were so meaty you could almost taste them. Like a magnet, my hand reached for it. I palmed her pussy with my big black hand, and squeezed it gently. She spread her legs to allow me better access.
"Mmmmm, yes, Will.. I'm so fucking horny," she said softly. The crotch of her panties were soaking wet and the heat coming from her cunt burned my fingertips.
This sweet older woman had taken my mind on an incredible erotic adventure. I've fucked many women, in my day, but none of them possessed my soul like Mrs. O'Connor. I spun her around until her back was to me and pulled her close to my body. My massive black cock pressed firmly into her panty covered ass cheeks. She moaned at full volume, when she felt the presence of my black beast. I kissed her neck softly as both of my hands came from under her arms and massaged her breast.
I whispered, "God, Mrs. O'Connor your body is on fire." Her skin was soft and smooth, she seemed to be totally relaxed in my embrace and her body responded to my every touch. I brought my hand down to her panty covered pussy mound and again felt her heat. I slipped my hand into her panties and finally felt her meaty pussy. My finger easily fell into the folds of her moist cunt. Her body trembled when the tip of my finger found her clit. She pushed her sweet sexy white ass hard into my crotch. My cock responded by pushing forward.
I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to violently tear her panties off and slam my hard black cock into her cunt. Her cunt was so fucking tight that I could feel the walls of her pussy all around my finger. Pussy juice was flowing out of her silky passage like a leaking faucet.
"Oh Will, I want you to fuck me... Pleeeease I need it so bad," she exhaled. Her sweet words electrified my soul. She made me feel like I was her king. Yes! I did feel like a king, I was her black night. Instead of being wrapped in steel, my coat of arms was a brown uniform that was recognized world wide, with the golden crests on my chest that read U.P.S.
As my eyes descended upon Mrs. O'Connor's sweet ass, I thought to myself, "There was no way in hell, I would deny my queen, her request."
I pushed our bodies onward, toward the table in the corner of the room. Without releasing my hand from deep within her moist cunt, we crept forward. She knew where I wanted to take her.
When we reached the table she immediately tossed all the objects on the desk to the floor. I put my hand between her shoulder blades and tenderly pushed her upper body down. Sweet and sexy moans escaped her mouth, anticipating her newly crowned king. I placed my hands on the waistbands of her panties and slowly started to pull down them down.
My heart started to pound as my hands worked the panties down her hips. Mrs. O'Connor couldn't remain in place. Her body swayed from side to side. Her wide hips danced for me. The crotch of her moist panties teased me. I got down on my knees to complete the unavailing.
My face was just few inches from her sacred place. Her pulsating pussy begged me to free it of the thin material that obstructed me. With one final tug, the words of the great Martin Junior King filled my mind, "Free at last, free at last. Thank God, almighty Free a last."
Mrs. O'Connor moaned softly as she felt her panties hit the ground. The powerful scent of her cunt filled my nostrils! It was intoxicating. I took in a deep breath, and filled my lungs with her bouquet. Her aroma captivated me; her scent drew me in closer to her trembling pussy lips. Her pussy glistened with her overflowing love cream. Hypnotically, I stared deeply into her entrance. My hypnotic state was only broken when I watched her juices bond into a little puddle close to her jelly bean sized clit.
"What a magnificent looking pussy," I thought to myself. Then the bond formed into a small droplet. Just as the droplet was about to break free from her cunt, I said to myself, "Oh Hell no! There'll be none of that." I wasn't about to get any of her precious fluid hit the ground.
Like a hungry snake striking its target, I slammed my tongue deep into her fiery hole. On contact, my queen arched her back, as her first orgasm ripped threw her body. I swirled my thirsty tongue all around her twitching orifice.
"Oh God, Oh yes, yes, YES!" she panted.
Mrs. O'Connor tried to free her ass from my slithering tongue but I held her firmly in place. Her stirring, only forced my tongue deeper into her inferno.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmmmm," I hummed as I clamped down on her tender clit. The vibrations were too much for her to take as I felt her legs give out. A fresh batch of her liquid coated my invading tongue, like a sponge, I just absorbed all of it. Her nectar was sweet, tangy, and salty all at the same time.
Just like Mrs. O'Connor was a skilled cocksucker, I was a professor at the fine art of eating pussy. Before this moment I recognized Mrs. O'Connor as an older women. Well, I take that back! She wasn't old; she was mature, aging gracefully. Like a marinating peace of meat, my queen's delicious pussy was well seasoned.
I massaged and spread her luscious ass cheeks, while my tongue extracted her serum. Mrs. O'Connor made strange, almost animalistic sounds as I quenched my thirst. There was another part of my body that was also parched. My black cock wanted to take a dive into her refreshment stand, and her sweet cunt looked like it was ready for business.
"Pleeeease Will. I-I--I Can't take it anymore! Please fuck me! Please fuck me! I need you! Please don't make this old women beg." The desperation in her voice sent chills throughout my whole body, from the top of my head to my toes and back up to the tip of my throbbing black cock. It was time, the time had come and Mrs. O'Connor's pussy was. "My last stop."
Mrs. O'Connor's pussy was ready. I slowly stood up behind her to admire her shapely ass. The table was the perfect height. "Are you ready baby?" I asked as I brought the tip of my black cock to rest on the top of her ass.
"Yes Will, put it in baby, put it in my pussy, pleeeease." The sweetest thing a woman can ever say to a man is "Please fuck me."
I slowly, wanting to savor ever second, placed the head of my massive cock at the entrance of her quivering cunt. Mrs. O'Connor felt my cock at her opening, and knew it was D-day, and braced herself for impact. I guess she thought that some one my age would just slam it home. I learned at a much younger age, to never rush into something knew. Always take your time. Mrs. O'Connor's body suddenly tensed up, but to her surprise I pushed my cock in only about an inch.
It was amazing watching her pussy lips stretch to accommodate my hungry cock. Her tender pussy lips folded around the tip of my cock, holding it tightly in place. It looked like a small bird spreading its wings. I gently pressed forward into my queen.
"Aaaaaggghhhh," she moaned when I was about half way in. I paused for a moment to allow her pussy to stretch. Even though her pussy was dripping wet, there was still some resistance. "Give it to me Will, I want all of it, please don't stop!"
I placed my hands at her waist, where her magnificent hips flared out. I held her tight, like a young boy holding onto the handlebars of his first bike. Then, I felt her pussy muscles give way, letting me know she was ready. I quickly buried the final four inches of my cock deep into her fleshy paradise.
When my big hairy balls made contact with her clit, it sent her to the moon. I felt the walls of her cunt shiver, then collapse around my shaft. I started working my cock in and out of her sweet pussy. The sensations were just mind blowing. Mrs. O'Connor's experienced pussy was truly blessed.
She knew how to work that, tha'aang. It would take a woman my age years to develop such. Skillzzz. The tenderness I felt for my queen, now turned into pure lust as I increased my pace on her exquisite pussy. Mrs. O'Connor's experienced pussy bathed my cock with another fresh batch of cunt juice.
"That's it Will, fuck me! That's it fuck me hard baby! Fuck my pussy."
My blood started to simmer, as I grabbed onto her hips and slammed my cock deep into her pulsating pussy. Mrs. O'Connor had given me my orders. I started pounding her pussy with my black cock. Like a true knight, in a fierce battle to claim new territory, I sliced in and out of her succulent pussy.
"Mmmmm, yes Will, do it! Take my pussy now," she grunted enthusiastically.
Her pussy was on fire and so was I. I placed my hand on the back of her head and wrapped it around a clump of her hair. I pulled her hair back to me, bending her neck toward me. I didn't do it to hurt her; I did it to establish control. I was taking possession of my newly conquered territory.
The Gods of lust now possessed me. My eyes were held captive at the sight of my black cock devouring her pussy. Mrs. O'Connor responded by pushing her soft, white, thick booty to met my powerful thrust. The flesh on her ass rippled up her back every time my cock land on her deck. I could feel my balls starting to tingle. I was ready to fill her pussy with a big load of cum, but not like this. I wanted to look into her eyes as I filled her snatch. I wanted to see her pretty face. I wanted her to look deep into my eyes and know that a Blackman was depositing cum into her pussy.
The back of the store was small and tight. I searched quickly for a place to lye her down. Without missing a single stoke, I found the solution to my dilemma. Mrs. O'Connor had a big roll of bubble wrap that she used to wrap fragile packages. I pulled my cock out of Mrs. O'Connor's gapping cunt and grabbed the big roll of bubble rap.
Before she could turn around to see what I was doing, I ripped off two pieces, each about five feet long and two feet wide. As I laid the bubble wrap swiftly on the floor, I could hear Mrs. O'Connor moaning. Mrs. O'Connor had her own hand buried in her cunt rubbing her clit.
"Hurry Will. Hurry baby my pussy is empty," she sighed.
When I stood up Mrs. O'Connor sat right down on the bubble wrapped. The popping sound of the bubble wrap filled the room, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP, POP. We both started chuckling. Mrs. O'Connor put her hand to her mouth and laughed out load. I stood straight up with my thick black cock pointing in her direction. I didn't find that funny, I guess it was the tremendous pressure in my balls that I desperately needed to release.
Mrs. O'Connor gazed upon me all dreamy eyed, she could see the pain in my eyes. She looked at my well-lubricated cock and knew it was time. She lay back on the bubble wrap (pop, pop, pop, pop, pop) and spread her legs wide open. Her sweet pussy lips opened in slow motion.
In a soft sexy tone she said, "Come on Will. Its time baby ... Its time to deliver your, Package sweetie."
I went down on my knees and placed the tip of my black hammer at the entrance of her cunt. In one swift motion, I slammed it home, balls deep. "Aaaaggggh, yes. Aggggghhh, fuck yes!" I grunted. My powerful thrust must have hit a new spot in her pussy; her cunt muscles seized the black invader instantly. "God lady you got some good fucking pussy," I said to her as I started to take long deep stokes in and out of her glorious cunt.
"Mmmmm, that's it Will, fuck me good. You like this old pussy. Does it feel good baby? Not bad for an old women huh?"
She was fucking up my mind with her dirty little words. I grabbed both her legs by the ankles and spread her wings as far as they could go. The view of my black cock sinking in and out of this middle aged, white woman was fabulous. I then started pounding her pussy with everything I had left. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Her plump tits were bouncing all over the place. Mrs. O'Connor's well-trained cunt muscles did amazing things to my shaft.
"Ohhhh Mrs. O'Connor. Ohhh my God!" I shouted.
She spread her arms, inviting me into her bosoms. I released her ankles and lay down on top of her. My balls were on fire and her pussy was dripping love oils all over my thirsty cock. I placed my hands under her arms and curled them around her shoulders locking her into an inescapable grip. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her shoulder. Her touch was comforting.
Mrs. O'Connor then started whispering into my ears, "Its ok baby, take your time."
My cock was so hard it hurt. I wanted to cum so fucking bad. I slowed down my assault on her pussy a little. She continued to whisper very softly in my ear, I could feel her warm breath blowing hot sensual words into my spirit, "That's it baby, I want you to cum sweetie. I want to feel you're hot cum deep in my pussy, Will... Don't hold back baby. Let it go. Let it go baby. Cum!. Cum cum in my pussy. I want to feel your juice baby. Cum!"
That was it for me. My balls started to quake and I new that familiar feeling. I tighten my grip on Mrs. O'Connor's shoulders, slamming my cock violently into her moist cunt. Then like the packages flying up a conveyer, my sperm traveled up my cock shaft. I slammed it into her cunt for the last time, my final stop. Cum erupted out of my cock, sizzling the walls of Mrs. O'Connor's pussy.
"AAAgggggghhhhhhhhh!" I screamed out loud in Mrs. O'Connor's ear.
"That's it Will, cum baby cum!"
Another blast of cum ripped threw my body. I screamed like a little bitch ever time my black cock pumped out a gooey treat. Her sophisticated pussy didn't let me down. It clamped down on my cock and milked the final few spurts deep into her womb.
Gasping for air I finally collapsed on top of her body, still shaking from my own devastating orgasm. Never in my life had I been taken on such a wild ride.
"Mmmm baby. Mmmmmmmm. That's it Will. I knew you could do it baby," she hummed in my ear. Her skilled pussy continued to massage my slowly deflating cock. I was speechless. What do you say to a woman that has given you the most exciting experience in your life?
How do you say thank you? I was about to tell her what I truly felt at this moment. I loved this women and I wanted to tell her how I felt. I picked my head off of her shoulder. The smile that I had loved from the first time I met her was upon her face.
As I was about to open my mouth, and profess my love for her, she smiled and placed her index finger on my lips and whispered, "Shhhhh. Will, you don't have to say word, its ok darling. I know."
I thought to myself, "What an incredible women. How did she know? She knew where I was going and stopped me dead in my tracks." It was then I realized that she truly possessed special powers. She was a white goddess, sent to earth to share herself with a lucky few, and, I'm glad I was there to personally witness her passion, love and warmth.
When I looked up at the clock on the wall it was almost 6:00pm. "Holy shit," I thought to myself. I've been here almost an hour and a half. Then it hit me that I was still on the clock and I hadn't make one single keystroke on the DIAD.
Mrs. O'Connor also looked at the clock, "Oh my God Will, look at the time. You better get going, they're going to be looking for you."
I knew I had to go. All overnight air packages had to be in by 7 pm to make the truck going to the airport. I slowly and reluctantly eased my shrunken member out of Mrs. O'Connor's cum soaked pussy. She propped herself on her elbows to watch the final show. When the head of my cock finally popped out of her exquisite cunt it made a small popping sound, like a champagne bottle being uncorked. My cum and her fuck fluids came bubbling out of her sweet and tender pussy. Thick white clumps of cum spewed lava like, slowly out of her satisfied cunt. It formed a small puddle just under her ass on the beaten up plastic bubble wrap.
She looked at me and smiled as she place her finger in it. Mrs. O'Connor then twirled her finger around in our bodily fluids and scooped up a big glob of it. I was amazed by her next move. With a devilish little grin on her face she licked the cum off her fingers. "Mmmmmm that tastes good." then she smiled and said, "Tastes like chocolate."
We both started laughing. I thought to myself once again, "What an incredible women."
I was now working against the clock. I stood up and helped Mrs. O'Connor to her feet. Just like the new UPS commercial, we were "Moving at the speed of business." We got dressed in a hurry. I processed her packages quickly. She cleaned up the floor and signed off on her shipping papers. With my hands full of boxes and my DIAD, she opened the back door for me. I stopped for a brief second to get one last look at her smile.
She wrapped her hand around my neck and gave me a sweet kiss. "Goodnight Will," she said. "And have a wonderful thanksgiving."
I replied, "You to Mrs. O'Connor."
She immediately started giggling. "It's Rita, Will."
I turned around and said, "Huh?"
She started giggling again and said "My name! My name is Rita! Considering what we just did to each other, I think its only proper that you should at least know my first name."
I stood there feeling real dumb; all this time I spent thinking about Mrs. O'Connor; it never dawned on me to ask her what her first name was. I smiled back at her and said, "That's a pretty name." As I headed for the truck I turned around and said, "Goodnight Rita. Goodnight Rita O'Connor."
She smiled and waved as she closed the door to her shop.
I jumped in the package car and took off. Thank God, the warehouse was only 25 minutes away. I arrived at the warehouse just in time. I was finishing up my paper work and dropping all of my C.O.D. money, when my supervisor approached me. "Hey Will, what took you so long."
I told him I got held up at some of my pick-ups and that there was a lot of traffic on interstate 287. He gave me a funny look and said "Oh, okay, next time take the local road especially the day before a holiday." While he spoke to me I started to smell Mrs. O'Connor's perfume and womanly scent on my body. I just hoped he didn't smell it.
The thanksgiving weekend flew by. I spent the whole weekend thinking about Mrs. Rita O'Connor. Just saying her name made my dick hard. I would close my eyes and see her precious face smiling back at me. I started to think about what Monday might be like. Maybe she would feel guilty. Maybe she would act like nothing happened. My mind was full of maybes and what ifs. I even started to get nervous.
When I arrived at work Monday I was approached by another supervisor, Mike Bruner. He said " What happened to you Wednesday night, you had no transactions on you DIAD between 4:30 and 6:00." Like I told you earlier, that fucking DIAD tracks everything you do up to the minute. I thought I was fucked. I remembered one thing, if you tell a lie, always tell the same lie, never change the lie. I told him the same lie I told the other supervisor. He seemed to believe me. Then he said you've been doing a good job since you started with us. I think your training went pretty good. Then the next few words he said totally devastated my world.
"Will, today you're going to start learning your new route. I'm putting you on the north White Plains route. I asked, "Why? Did I do something wrong?" I was crushed and I wanted to beg this man for my old route back.
He said, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. Nobody told you?"
"Told me what?" I asked.
"The route you're on is our training route for all new drivers. We place all the new guys on that route, then after thanksgiving if you're good we give you a real route.
I couldn't believe my ears. I thought to myself, "How the fuck am I going to see Mrs. O'Connor again? I felt a deep painful loss in my heart. I felt like I was being punished, not rewarded.
Mike started telling me about my new route. I was in such a fog that I didn't pay any attention to him until he said, "Hey, what did you think of Mrs. O'Connor?"
I was instantly snapped back to reality. I said, "Huh?"
Mike then said, "Mrs. O'Connor, the lady with small gift shop, the one that always demands to be the last pick up.
"Oh yeah Mrs. O'Connor," (I was playing dumb).
He then said, "Yeah that lady is crazy, man." My blood started boiling. Who the fuck does this guy think he is and how dare he disrespect that sweet loving women? Then the son of a bitch started laughing. I wanted to punch him in the face and shut him up.
"You have to watch out for that lady man, she loves the browns. When he said that I stopped dead in my tracks. Was this motherfucker saying some racial shit to me? He turned and looked at me and saw the pure concentrated anger in my face. I was just about to tell his racist ass off when he said, "She loves the browns," comment.
Mike realizing that I was angry started laughing again then he said, "No man. I'm not talking about your brown skin, I'm talking about the uniform, the brown uniform. You know. the browns. Then it hit me. I'd blown his comment way out of proportion.
I was still pissed off at him for calling Mrs. O'Connor crazy. Then he said. "Last year around this time she scared the shit out of guy we assigned to that route. He went there the day before thanksgiving and found her crying hysterically. She told the driver that she just found out that her husband was cheating on her. The driver got so nervous, by the way she was caring on, he bolted out of there. He even left all the packages there."
Before I could get a grasp of what he had just said, he continued. "Yeah, could you believe that shit man. The funny thing is her husbands been dead for ten years."
I don't think there are any words in the English language to describe what I was feeling and thinking. I said, "Are you serious? How do you know that her husbands is dead?"
He kept giggling as he started to tell me the truth about Mrs. O'Connor. He continued, "I know he's dead because he used to work here. Yeah man, William O'Connor worked here for 17 years before he died."
The name William, hit me lick a ton of bricks. I was going nuts I could feel my stomach twisting and churning with emotions and confusion. Then Mike, still laughing said, "Guess how that old son of a bitch died."
After he caught his breath he then said, "They found him at that Short Stay hotel on Central Avenue. Someone noticed his package car had been there for a couple of hours. Then when the three hour short stay was up, the maid at the hotel went to clean the room and found him on his back with his pants around his legs and his cock standing straight up in the air. He had a heart attack and died, right there in that room with his UPS uniform on."
Mike had told me one hell of a story. I was just speechless. Why did she lie to me? How could she have misled me like this? Mike noticed the perplexed look on my face and said, " Don't tell me she told you that same story too."
I replied "No way man, I hardy ever spoke to her. Man, I'm just shocked, she's such a nice women, and I can't believe she would make up a story like that."
Mike said, "Here's the kicker, they never found the women he was with at the hotel. It was a big mess. The police investigated the case and interviewed a shit load of women on that route. The thing is he had worked here so long, and had basically done all the routes in the city at one time or another. The woman could have been anyone in the city of White Plains."
My whole world had been turned upside down in a matter of minutes. " WHY? WHY? WHY?" I said to myself. As Mike and I walked threw the warehouse to our departments morning meeting, I frantically replayed the events of that night in my mind and my entire relationship with Mrs. O'Connor.
My thoughts were clear and visible, now that I wasn't blinded by pure lust and desire. Things I should have noticed became terrifyingly clear to me. The puzzle started to unfold in my mind, and when all the pieces were in place, BANG! It scared the shit out of me and took my breath away. Now that I look back, I could identify with the way Bruce Willis felt in the movie the Sixth Sense.
1.. Mrs. O'Connor never talked about her husband 2.. When I was eating her pussy she had said, "Yeah that's it William, eat my pussy." I had told her Will, was short for Wilson. Now that I think about it she called me William, a bunch of times. 3.. When she had her fingers wrapped around my black cock and was sucking my dick, I noticed a wedding ring on her hand. She never wore anything on her fingers before that night.
4.. Under the clock was an 8x10 picture of an older white man in a brown uniform. 5.. Every time I would look into her eyes, she seemed to be looking at what was behind me. 6.. She had a gold pin on her dress, from a distance it didn't look like anything but as I got closer I realized it read UPS. 7.. Finally, the fucking picture! Now I realized what grabbed me about that picture. No matter which way I was facing in that room, I saw that picture. The same picture, in different sizes and frames. The man in the picture was Mr. O'Connor. If I closed my eyes I could clearly see all the pictures. It was very freaky! Then I thought about Mrs. O'Connor, had she been setting me up from the beginning? And why did she wait so long? Why the Wednesday before thanksgiving?
That question was answered quickly, Mrs. O'Connor new the UPS system like the back of her hand. She knew that, after Wednesday she would never see me again. She knew come Monday morning, I would be reassigned.
I was angry for only a brief second, and then I felt sorry for her. Did Mrs. O'Connor use me? Was this her way of getting revenge at her husband by fucking a black man with his picture all around the room? Or was she just a lonely woman, looking for some affection from something familiar? Or was it the uniform? The same uniform she had trusted for years. The same uniform that had betrayed her so long ago. I'm afraid that the answers to these questions will haunt me the rest of my life.
I reached the area where all the drivers met every morning. It wasn't like we met in an office, more like all 40 of us drivers standing around in a semi circle in the warehouse. I looked around the room at all the guys in their brown uniforms and then I did a double take. I zeroed in on all the guys that have been with the company for less then ten years. The guys all started their careers on that training route. I thought to myself, "Just how many of these guys were fortunate enough to have given Mrs. O'Connor a special delivery?"