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 Who ever said working 3rd shift was boring?  I used to think that until one
night several years ago.  I had never been in a position to have many
encounters of the sexual nature with a black woman.  The thought never
truly entered my mind.  Granted, there are some beautiful black women out
there, but not many of them managed to strike my fancy.  All that was to
change one fateful night in Texas.

   It was hot outside, as it always is, in South Texas.  I worked as a
security guard at one of the local businesses.  Not much to it really, just
sitting around keeping an eye on the cameras.  I worked a 12-hour shift,
from 7pm to 7am, and after 9pm it was pretty dead around there.  Don't get
me wrong I took my job seriously.  I made certain all the checks of the
facility were completed when they were supposed to, and I watched the
cameras whenever I put my book down.

   I digress; you don't care about all that.  You're reading this to get to
the meaty part.  Anyhow, the company I worked for was in charge of several
sites around the area.  Providing security for local business and plants.
They hired on a new girl to rotate between sites, someone to spell the rest
of the employees.  Not a bad job, since you got to rotate through other
areas, but the hours sucked since you never knew when you were going to be
working.

   I had seen the girl around the office.  All I could remember of her
though, was that she had the biggest tits I had ever seen before.  I mean,
they weren't just big and hanging off to the sides.  They looked to be big,
and firm too.  Which I have often found a rarity, since often they are so
big they don't have much shape to them.  I also remembered her having a
narrow waist and wide hips.  Other than that I didn't know too awful much
about her, other than she was black, and she was ruining my nightly routine
by coming in so I could train her.

   She arrived around the time I did, so I could go over with her how
changeover was conducted.  I know I've already mentioned it, but it was hot
that day.  At 7pm it was still awfully toasty.  We wore a button-up shirt
with a t-shirt underneath when the building was open.  Once the building
closed, we could take the top shirt off and wear just the t-shirt.  The
t-shirt had a logo of the company on it, so it was authorized.

   The girls name escapes me right now, but I remember introducing myself
to her.  We went through the ropes of work.  I showed her were to go, and
how to get it done.  It was the usual routine stuff.  Nothing to get
excited about, and by the time we were through the rest of the building had
closed up for the night so we settled into the guard shack.

   It was a tight fit in there, but at least it was air-conditioned and had
a bathroom.  As we settled in for the long night we got to know one
another. She was from Chicago; I was from the local area.  She was
relatively new to the area so I set out to tell her of all the great
nightlife hotspots.  As we talked, we got more comfortable with one
another.

   As soon as 9pm hit, we took off our buttoned-up shirts.  Her breasts
were so large that they stretched the material, showing the full outline of
what she had to offer.  For the first time that night I felt the stirring
of a familiar sensation.  You guessed it, I was beginning to get turned on
and could feel myself wanting to harden in my pants.

   By midnight, we were easily laughing with one another, and you'll find
that in the midnight hour not many subjects are taboo.  Especially when
there are just two of you, and both are of the opposite sex.  So I was not
surprised when she asked me, "Have you ever dated any black women?"

   My answer of course, "No.  To be honest, I never have really thought
about dating an black women." Or something like that.

   "What about you?" I asked her, "Have you dated any white men?"

   "No.  I've had a few come on to me, but they just weren't my type.  You
see the difference is a lot of white men that try to pick up black women
tend to "try" to act black.  Like they think it is a turn-on or something."

   "So, you don't think white men acting black is a turn-on." I said, "What
about white men that don't act black?"

   So the conversation goes on, and on.  After all we still had 7 hours
left to kill.  At about 3am she went out to complete another round of
patrols.  While she was gone, I sat back and fantasized what it would be
like with a black woman.  Which was a first for me, and I was picturing her
face, her big breasts, and her milky chocolate skin.  Not surprisingly I
had worked myself into a fit, my cock had swollen hard in my pants, wishing
for some release.

   I looked around the area to see if anyone (she) was coming, and slipped
into the bathroom.  Once in the bathroom, I pulled my pants down to my
knees and dropped my drawers.  I'm not the type to say I have never jacked
myself off, and most men that do say that are lying.  So I whipped it out
and began stroking myself to my own fantasies.  My eyes closed, my
breathing heavy, stroking for all it was worth.  Wanting to release my
heavy load as quickly as possible.

   I heard the door to the gate shack open up, and could hear her entering
the tiny building.  The scrape of her chair on the other side of the door
was unmistakable as she settled in to make herself comfortable.  She was
less than 2 feet away from me; the only thing separating us was a thin wood
door.  "Are you in there?" she asked, tapping on the door.

   "Yes," I managed to croak out, my cock ready to explode.

   "Don't hurt yourself," She said laughing, "I'd hate to have to come in
and rescue you."

   If only she knew how much I needed to be rescued at that time.  "I'll
try to make it quick," I said, "I'm just about done."

   "You're breathing awfully hard in there," she said, "I am beginning to
think you just might need rescuing after all."

   "No, I have everything firmly in hand."

   "I bet you do," she laughed.

   At the sound of her soft laughter I lost all control, and with a loud
grunt I began to cum in a napkin I had at the ready.  Large gobs of cum
shot out from me drenching the napkin and saturating myhand.  When I
finally stopped ejaculating, I cleaned myself, dropped all evidence in the
toilet, straightened up, zipped up, and walked out.

   "Feel any better?" she asked, smiling.

   "Oh yeah, I sure do." I replied.

   "Do you do that often at work?"

   "What's that?" I feigned innocence.

   "Jack-off, of course." She said smiling.  "You don't think a girl knows
the sounds of some guy beating on his meat.  I mean, Lord, you were loud
enough when you came."

   I felt my face flush red, that's what you get for jerking-off in an
enclosed gate shack.  By the way, fellas, you can tell when someone is
jacking off by the sound of their voice and the rate of their breathing. 
Just in case you didn't know that little tidbit of information.

   Anyway, wow what a build up to the meaty part.  I hope I didn't lose
anyone along the way.  I guess I could just cut to the chase and say I
fucked her brains out, but that would be boring.  Wouldn'tit?

   One thing led to another, I was flushed with embarrassment, and she was
flushed with desire.  You know, it was perfectly natural to find ourselves
embraced in a kiss a short while later.  With my hands running over her
body, down her sides, grasping her t-shirt and pulling it up over her head.
Then unclasping her bra and letting her huge breasts fall free.

   I'll be the first one to admit that they were absolutely gorgeous.  They
well full, round, and almost a firm as I imagined.  It is amazing what bras
can do to enhance a woman's physique.  Anyhow, she had dark chocolate
colored areolas and her nipples stood out like thick pencil erasers. 
Exquisite.

   I kissed my way down her neck, while I gently tweaked her nipples with
my fingertips.  Then I pulled her down to the carpet with me.  You see, it
doesn't bode well for those foolish enough to do it in front of all the
windows.  Even if they are tinted.

   Pulling her to the ground I began kissing down her neck, across her
chest, letting my tongue snake out and take little licks as I went.  I
pulled her nipples into my mouth, letting my tongue flick over them and
teeth graze them as I held each one between my lips.  I could get lost in
those beautiful breasts, licking, sucking and nibbling to my hearts desire.
I almost did too, but she continued to press my head down lower.

   As I unbuckled her pants, I pulled them down and off as quickly as I
could.  Getting the legs tangled in her shoes as I went.  Lust, sometimes
overrides common sense, such as--- TAKE OFF THE SHOES FIRST!  Anyway, after
that mishap, I got her pants and panties down and off.

   I had seen some pictures of black women nude before, but as I stated
earlier, this was the first one I had ever seen in person.  She looked
exquisite to these lust filled eyes.  In retrospect she wasn't that good
looking, but during the heat of the moment, man she was fine.

   Her pussy was covered in black curly hairs, and her pussy lips stuck out
invitingly from between her legs.  I snaked my head down between her legs
for a closer look, only to have my head forcefully pulled into her body. 
She had grabbed my head with both hands and ground my face with her pussy.
I am glad I like pussy; otherwise I would have been quite upset.

   Given no alternative, I snaked my tongue deep inside of her, tasting her
sweet juices.  Her wetness flowed out of her, across my face, and into my
mouth.  It tasted good, at least as good as it was supposed to taste.  But
I worked her over good with my tongue, and as soon as she released my head
from the grip of death I attacked her clit.  Her clit was long and
straight, and I held it between my lips as I flicked my tongue back and
forth as fast as possible while I nibbled and sucked her into a frenzy. 
Soon I could hear her scream out in an orgasm, her juices free flowing over
my face.

   What a pistol she turned out to be.  I swear, she grabbed me by the
shirt while she was having an orgasm, pulled me up and flipped me onto my
back.  Whoa,if I had only known what would happen next.

   With an almost fierceness to her, she began ripping my shirt over my
head.  Which, by the way, caused my head to THUNK against the carpeted
floor.  Not a good feeling!

   Her hands ran over my body, and down to my pants.  She forcefully undid
my belt, button, and zipper.  She yanked my pants and boxers down my legs,
freeing my cock in one fell swoop.  Notice, she didn't pull them all the
way off.  It was the whole shoe problem again...

   My cock was standing at half-mast, having just shot a massive load
earlier in the bathroom.  Needless to say, that didn't stop my little
vixen. She pulled my soft cock into her mouth and began running the tip of
her tongue over the head.  She was definitely a pro at what she was doing.
Her mouth, lips, tongue and teeth worked in perfect unison.  Her head
bobbed quickly up and down my steadily hardening shaft.

   When my cock had hardened in her mouth, she slid on top of me and
straddled my waist.  Grabbing the base of my cock with her right hand, she
guided me into her opening then slid herself down my shaft.  The heat was
intense as I felt her pussy walls grasp my cock and suck it inside of her.
I lay there as she began working my cock over with the muscles inside her
pussy.  It felt like my cock was stuck in a commercial vacuum cleaner, with
her pussy trying to suck the life out of me.

   Not that I am complaining!  The feeling was out of this world.  I had
never had that done to me before, or since for that matter.  Anyhow, after
a minute of muscle massaging with her pussy walls she began to ride me up
and down.  I have to admit I was fascinated watching my stiff white cock
sliding in and out of her chocolate colored body.  It was new to me, and so
was her intensity.

   Needless to say, she rode me like a bull.  Her pussy slamming up and
down my shaft, as she impaled herself on my member.  I could feel the
backside of her pussy slamming against my cock head with each downward
thrust.  Now, it has been my experience that usually I have to help by
thrusting my hips upward to match a woman's down stroke.  Not with this
chick, she managed to do just fine without my help.

   After a minute or two of her riding me, I felt her pussy go tight around
my shaft as she began another orgasm.  Her hands slammed down on my chest
and arms over and over while her pussy spasmed around my cock.  As her
orgasm subsided, she felt my cock beginning to grow larger, swelling, and
ready to explode.  "Oh, no you don't!" she shouted, and pulled herself off
me.

   With her right hand, she grasped the base of my shaft until the
sensation to cum subsided.  That's when I really knew I was in trouble.  To
make a long story short, she had me in just about every position you could
think of over the next 2 hours.  She finally let me cum once about halfway
through, and the force of my cum shooting out nearly gagged her and she
swallowed my whole load, the white fluid dripping down her chocolate skin.
I came again at the end, this time while I was fucking her up the ass.  But
that's another story entirely.

   We finished the night up by cleaning the place to get rid of the smell
of sex, which had permeated the small building.  I was bruised up from all
her slapping and pounding.  I felt like a limp noodle that had been used
over and over again.  My cock ached from the amount of activity it had been
through, and it was a little while before I could use it again.

   What happened to her, you ask?  Well...  her husband showed up at 7am
prompt to pick her up.  She smiled at me and waved, saying thanks for
showing her the ropes.  I haven't seen her since then.  She quit her job
about a week later, and if I ever see her again I think I might run...