Cock Worship

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Interracial, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: WRETTEN BY MICHAEL: A white rich bitch falls for a well endowed black forklift operator who works at one of her husband's warehouses.



Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won't believe this and normally I wouldn't admit to it, but I am Otis' cock slave. There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's warehouses.

This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up to take him to the airport.

Otis was whizzing around the place on his forklift and I guess because I was board and he cut quite a figure sitting on that machine I noticed him... for the first time. His clothes were very tight fitting; you could almost see the muscles rippling under the material of his shirt, and those pants he was wearing. They were jeans, but they looked like they'd been painted on him.

I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than any man I'd ever seem even in the middle of sexual intercourse. It was amazing.

Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off to the airport.

I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so much less complicated if I'd just let things be, but that beautiful black body with that huge meat-log kept running through my mind. I just couldn't get Otis out of my thoughts.

It's embarrassing to admit it, but being on my own that night (with my husband on his business trip) I masturbated to the fantasy of being taken by big tough Otis and his huge stiff meat-log. It took my breath away just to imagine that thing stiff and engorged with male lust. I came on my fingers twice as I imagined what Otis could do to me with his huge weapon.

It's horrible (but not as horrible as what I've done since) but I went to the warehouse again the next day just so I could ogle Otis' hard black body again and to reconfirm that I wasn't imaging that huge tool of his.

I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the top of the forklift ramp looking down on that huge black man I realized that I was going to have to find out what it would be like to have him. The thought scared me; this new obsession of mine could ruin my life. If my husband even imagined what I was thinking, he'd divorce me in an instant; it would disgust him and make me an outcaste in our social group.

But even with those threats hanging over me I walked into the Forman's office and told him that I needed Otis to help me with some furniture at our house. I told him that I was expecting a delivery at 3 o'clock that afternoon and that I wanted Otis to go with me to help out.

The Forman wanted to send two men, but I insisted that there would be the delivery man and that I didn't want to take too many people away from work. I told him that Otis looked strong enough to do the job himself with one arm tied behind his back. The Forman got a chuckle out of that.

So there I was, driving the Escalade with Otis sitting next to me. What to do? I had him but what now? I knew that I would have to tip my hand sooner or later, but figured I'd wait until we got home. I only hoped that this sexual obsession of mine wouldn't backfire on me. What if he refused to do as I asked?

I shouldn't have worried. As it turned out Otis lives for sex. All I had to do was take him upstairs and tell him to undress. He didn't hesitate for an instant, he just ripped at his clothing until his mighty body was glistening in front of me all black and hard. He looked like a Nubian warrior god.

I had a hard time swallowing as his huge member began to grow. It had started out pointing straight down, totally flaccid, but at least 12-inches, even deflated. Then as he stood in front of me nude and watched me watching him, the thing as if having a mind of its own, began to grow.

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