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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Last Stop (MF, intr, rom) by Blackzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com) ....for the Zilla Family of Authors *** A black UPS driver delivers and receives the package of a lifetime from a very sexy older white woman. *** What I am about to tell you is a true story. It happened in the fall of 1997. Every year around September U.P.S. (United Parcel Service) hires a lot of new drivers. It's a temp position for the Christmas holiday. I had just completed my commercial driving course and I needed a job. A friend of mine knew a supervisor at UPS. My friend Dave told me that his buddy might be able to get me a job. Dave called me later that night after he spoke to his friend. He said that I should go to the Elmsford distribution location the following day for an interview. I was really excited. I always admired the UPS guys; they looked so cool in their brown uniforms. Plus, how hard could delivering packages be? When I arrived at the warehouse the next day I was totally disappointed. There must have been 100 other guys filling out applications. To make things even worse, I was the only black guy there. "Fuck," I thought to myself. I don't stand a chance. White guys ruled UPS in Westchester County. Come to think of it, I can't even remember ever seeing a black UPS man in Westchester. I suddenly felt really uncomfortable. I had hung out with white people all my life. On many occasions I found myself in the same situation, being the only black guy in the room. It never bothered me. But this was different. This was competing for a job. The odds were not in my favor. I sat down and filled my out my application. It felt like it was a waste of my time. I really wanted this job. The starting pay was $15.75 per hour, but what where my chances of beating out these white boys? After about 30 minutes of filling out this long multi-page application, I still felt uneasy. At least 30 other guys finished before me. They placed their application forms in a big pile. The two UPS human resources representatives didn't say a word to them as they walked by. I completed my application and headed toward the desk. After I laid my application on the desk, one the UPS guys picked it up. "Oh you're Will!" I stopped dead in my tracks. "Yes," I said. We shook hands and he started to ask me some questions. All the other applicants were staring at me. He told me that my friend Dave told him about me. Then he asked me to come back tomorrow for a road test. I was really excited. My boy Dave came through big fucking time. I left that warehouse feeling good. My life experiences taught me that the key to everything in life is who you know, not what you know. The next day I took the five-minute road test and passed it with know problem. After the test, John (the UPS rep.) told me I got the job. Damn, just like that I was in. He told me I had to go to Brooklyn, to complete 4 days of training. I couldn't believe it. I went home totally blown away. I was going to be a UPS man. All I thought about was wearing that brown uniform. The training went very quickly. On the last day, they told us where to report. They told me to report to the Elmsford Distribution Center and that I would be working in White Plains. I hit the jackpot. White Plains was my hometown. While passing out the uniforms the trainer said, "Fella's, women seem to love this uniform. Be careful because this brown uniform is going to get you a lot of pussy." Everybody started laughing, but the trainer said, "I'm dead serious guys. You won't have time to chit chat with the ladies, so have your phone numbers ready." I remember looking in the mirror that Monday morning. "Damn I look good in this uniform," I thought to myself. The Elmsford Distribution Center was broken up into three sections, by zip code. I was assigned to 1060, which was White Plains and a few other small towns. At 8:45 am they had roll call. In White Plains alone there were 40 other drivers. I was shocked, I would have never guessed that it took 40 UPS men to service my town. And just like I had thought there was only one other black guy there. Out of 41 drivers, two of us were black. No wonder I never saw any black UPS guys in my town. They hooked me up with a guy named Steve, he was white of course. He was pretty cool. We got in the truck and took off to start the route. Steve was around 35 years old. He had been working for UPS for about 11 years. He was married with two kids. Our day started out fast and furious. First thing we had to do was deliver all the next day air packages. Those packages had to be delivered by 10-am. He told me to drive while he punched in the information into the DIAD (die-add). I'm sure that many of you are familiar with the procedure of signing for a UPS package. The DIAD stands for Delivery Information Acquisition Device. It's a very expensive and sophisticated peace of equipment. We did some training on it at the training facility. Steve told me everything about it. He told me the DIAD tracks everything you do, down to the minute. When you sign for a package, the driver returns to the truck and slides the DIAD into a slot on the dashboard. The device then sends a signal to a satellite in space, then the satellite send a signal to a mainframe in Texas. He hated the DIAD because it not only tracked the package it tracked the driver. "Holy shit," I said. He warned me to be very careful. After the mad dash to get the next day airs delivered, we were finally able to start my real training. We went all over town making deliveries. He showed me the ropes and introduced me to his regular delivery customers. I met a shit load of people all in one day. Steve told me to get to know these people cause I would be seeing the same people every day. We delivered to many places of business. I had never met so many fine secretaries and receptionists in my life. We made a delivery to this doctor's office, and Steve told me to check out the receptionist. When we entered the office, I new exactly which one he was talking about. "Hi Denise," Steve said. She was about five foot seven inches tall. She had blonde hair and was blessed with big plump tits that were busting out of her blouse. "Hi Steve, how are you doing today?" she said. "Man she was hot I thought to myself." "Who's your friend?" she said smiling as she stared at me. "Oh that's Will, he'll be your driver during this years holiday season. "Hi Will," she said in a flirting manner. I put the packages on her desk and then I handed her the DIAD. I stepped back and let her and Dave chit chat for a while. Denise seemed to be all into Dave. They whispered to each other back and fourth. I couldn't hear a damn thing they were saying. Finally they were done. She said goodbye to Dave. But just as we were about to walk out the door I heard, "Bye Will." I turned and said, "Bye Denise." All I saw was a mouth full of teeth. She had huge smile on her face as she flirtatiously waved goodbye. When Steve and I got back to the truck (for those of you who work at UPS- the package car) he said, "What did you think man, was she fine or what?" I said, "Hell yeah man, she's one fine babe." Then he said, "Guess what? I've been banging her for two years." "No way man, are you fucking serious?" "Hell yeah! I've been fucking the shit out of her ever since she started working there." "But what about your wife man?" I asked. "My wife has no clue. I told her that every other Saturday was a mandatory workday. I meet Denise at her apartment in the Bronx and we fuck all day long." Like all men Steve loved to brag about pussy. He told me all kinds of stories about Denise. He told me how she loved it in the ass. Then he started telling me stories about all the other chicks he banged on his route throughout the years. I couldn't believe it. Steve said, "I don't know man its something about the browns (the UPS uniform) that gets these women all excited. You'll see bro, your gonna get a lot of pussy." I thought to myself, "SHIT! There's only one thing on earth I love more than pussy, and that's new pussy." We continued on with the rest of the route. I couldn't get all of Steve's stories out of my mind. Guys often tell a lot of lies about pussy. I didn't get that vibe from Steve though. We had lunch around 2 o'clock, after we finished most of our deliveries. Then we started our pick up. We went back to a lot of the same customers we delivered to earlier. It's was like we made a big loop. We ran around town loading the truck we just unloaded. I was getting tired at this point. I had no clue UPS guys worked this hard. Finally Steve said, "Last stop bro." I couldn't be happier to hear those words. Our last stop was a little gift shop. Steve told me to always make this my last stop. He then said, "The lady that owns this place wants us to come as late as possible." It wasn't a traditional storefront; it was more like a converted old house. We backed the truck into the back of the place and headed for the back door. Steve pushed a little buzzer on the back door. As we waited in the back of the store for someone to answer the door, Steve said, "Be nice to this lady man, she's a big customer." The door buzzed and we entered the back room. The back room was full of big boxes; there was a big table with all kinds of shipping papers, tape and wrapping material. A female voice yelled from the front of the store, " I'll be back there in a minute Steve." A few moments later an older women entered the backroom. "Oh, hi fella's." she said. "Hi. Mrs. O'Connor," Steve said. Mrs. O'Connor was a tall woman, about 5'10", she looked like she was about 50 years old. She had red hair, cut short to one side. She was wearing a two-piece light blue matching skirt and blouse. She was a little on the heavy side, not fat, she was what you call full figured. She looked very sophisticated. The one thing that really caught my eye was her figure. Her hips flared out into a sexy hourglass shape. From the front view I could tell right away she had nice plump butt to go with those wide hips. "Hi Steve. And you are?" As she extended her hand to me, I said, "Hi. Mrs. O'Connor, my name is Will." Mrs. O'Connor had an absolutely incredible smile. It was warm and very sincere. Her handshake was soft and delicate. Being that close to her during our introduction, allowed me to see how pretty she was. Yes, she had a few wrinkles around her eyes, but they were actually quite attractive. Suddenly the front door rang. Mrs. O'Connor said, "I've got a customer guys, help yourselves to some coffee, I'll be back in a second." When she turned around and headed for the front of the store I was not disappointed. My eyes locked onto the sweet sexy way she walked. Her ass was beautifully shaped, and her hips matched her plump ass perfectly. Steve said, "Didn't I tell you she was a nice lady, she always puts on a fresh pot around this time of the day for us." We drank coffee while we processed her packages. I couldn't control myself. Through the open door leading to the front of the store I gazed at Mrs. O'Connor. She looked so lovely standing there in front of the register. Her hips moved from side to side. Steve noticed what I was staring at, "You got to be shittin' me man? You like that shit," he asked in a whisper. I responded, "Naw man, I'm checking out the customer," which was a huge lie. Thank god there was a lady customer at the register. Mrs. O'Connor came back into the room to finish up her paperwork. Steve told Mrs. O'Connor that I would be covering her area throughout the holidays. Mrs. O'Connor said, "Does Will know that I'm always the last stop before he heads back to the warehouse?" Steve reassured her that I would make her my last stop every day. Once again she gave us that warm and sweet smile of hers. "There'll always be fresh coffee when you get here Will, don't be shy, just help yourself." Steve and I worked together for the next three days to complete my training. The following Monday I would be on my own. It was hard work. The closer we got to the holidays, the more packages there were to deliver. There was one thing that kept me going all day. I couldn't wait to see Mrs. O'Connor. I didn't' know if it was the fact that she was my last stop which represented the end of a long workday. Or, was it the fact that I found her very attractive. She was so nice to me. Like she promised, she always had a fresh pot of coffee on the burner. Mrs. O'Connor's packages were never ready when I arrived. She always had just one more package to prepare for shipping. I didn't mind at all. It gave me a chance to catch my breath and enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee. The next few weeks leading up to thanksgiving were hectic. There were so many fucking packages to deliver and pick up, it made me sick to my stomach. Thanksgiving week I was excited. Finally, I had a shortened workweek. I really needed a few days off to rest. Mrs. O'Connor and I became quite friendly to each other in the weeks leading up to the thanksgiving weekend. We talked about all kinds of things. We talked about life, family, and all the usual stuff. Monday was a miserable day weather wise, snow, sleet and rain. It was the perfect way to start off my week. When I arrived at Mrs. O'Connor's shop, she buzzed me into the back as usual. She was in the front taking care of a customer. On this day instead of her normal skirt and blouse, she had on a tight pair of jeans. The view from the back was incredible. The jeans she had on hugged her plump ass, and they caressed her wide hips. I wanted to walk right into the storefront, bend her over the counter, and slam my cock into her. Man she looked good! Even though I thought she was an attractive woman, I never really fantasized about her like this before. I said to myself, "Man she's old enough to be my mother." Then I started to think differently. All kinds of nasty thoughts popped into my mind. She had the body type that I always searched for in a woman my age. In fact she had an even better body then some of the girls I dated previously. Her body was built for fucking. Yes, she was an older woman, and yes, she was old enough to be my mother, but my cock didn't care about that as it started to harden. "Hi Will, how are you doing on this lousy day?" she said from the front of the store. I replied, "I'm fine Mrs. O--O'Connor." I could barely get the words out of my mouth. When she walked into the back room, I was blown away at what I saw. Mrs. O'Connor wore her jeans high up above her waist. Her blouse was tucked into her jeans. As I gazed down her body I noticed her small round tummy, which slightly bulged out a little. Continuing my lustful gaze down her body, my eyes stopped suddenly at the site of her crotch. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. The crotch of her jeans was buried deep in between two of the fastest pussy lips I had ever seen in my life. White women seem to have a special power that black women don't have or just don't display. It has always amazed and baffled me, how the fuck white women were able to get the crotch of the jeans to split their pussies. Her pussy looked so fucking meaty. I am so glad I was holding a big box at the time she walked in or she would definitely noticed the big bulge in my brown pants. "Hi Will," she said awakening me from my daydream. "Hi Mrs. O'Connor, how are you doing today?" I had a wicked smile on my face, and she noticed it. "No dress today Mrs. O'Connor?" She replied, "No, not today Will, the weather is horrible." I don't know what got into me. It just flew out of my mouth, "You look really great in those jeans Mrs. O'Connor. You should wear them more often." I couldn't believe what had come out of my mouth. It was silent for a few seconds; I didn't think she expected me to say something like that to her. I was ready to immediately start apologizing. Then she smiled and said, "You really think so Will?" as she bent her head down and took a little peak at her own body. I was so fucking relieved to hear her say that. I still considered her to be a friend and I would never want to ever disrespect her. "I haven't worn jeans in a few years, I think I put on a few pounds since the last time I wore this pair," she said giggling. Without thinking, my mouth did it again, "If you did gain a few pounds in the past few years, they sure ended up in the right places." That was it! I fucking crossed the line. Mrs. O'Connor put her hand to her mouth, stunned by my words. Then her warm smiled appeared as she lowered her hand. "Oh you're such a sweetheart Will, but compliments like that won't get you a bigger Christmas tip," she said, as she headed back to the front of the store. As she walked back to the front of the store, I noticed an extra little swivel in her hips as she walked. It was definitely one of those check out my ass walks, that you ladies just love to do. I could barely concentrate on the packages I was getting together. Visions of her meaty pussy buried in those jeans, occupied all my thoughts. I couldn't see her from the back room, but I could hear her giggling to herself. I would have given anything to know what she was thinking about. I hurried and finished up the paperwork. I said, "Goodnight Mrs. O'Connor, drive home safe." "You too Will," she yelled from the front of the store. Wednesday arrived just in time. I was exhausted. I couldn't wait for this day to end. Of course the weather was bad, just to make my day even more frustrating. It was very cold that day and around 4:30 snow started to fall. " Can this day get any worse," I thought to myself aloud in the truck. I was so happy when I finally backed the truck up to Mrs. O'Connor's store. After Mrs. O'Connor buzzed me threw the back door, I headed straight for the coffee pot. She was in the front of the store. I shouted "Hi Mrs. O'Connor," but there was no response. Then I noticed she was talking on the phone. I took another peek at Mrs. O'Connor, and noticed how she was dressed. She wore a long, beautiful white dress. She was slightly bent over resting her elbows on the counter, talking on the phone. After she got off the phone she went to the front door and I heard her lock it and she turned of the lights. I guessed she was closing early today since the weather was bad, and tomorrow being thanksgiving and all. When she entered the back room, I immediately knew something was wrong. Her usual warm smile was nowhere to be found. "Is everything okay Mrs. O'Connor," I asked in a very concerned tone. She stood there with a blank look on her face. "I'm ok Will," she said in a very slow and barely audible voice. Unexpectedly her hands went to cover her face and she burst into tears. I didn't know what to do. My heart went out to her. I had no clue why she was standing there crying. I did what came natural to me. I walked over to her, not sure of how she would respond to me, wrapped my arms around her and held her tenderly. I wanted her to know I was there for her. I think I startled her at first. Then she looked into my eyes for a moment, she felt the concern in my soft embrace. She buried her head into my chest and started crying even harder then before. I felt so bad for this sweet women, I thought to myself, "What the fuck happened to her? Did someone die in her family?" That's it I thought to myself someone close to her must have passed away. I remembered her telling me that her mother who she loved dearly was in a nursing home. She cried like a baby in my arms. I took my hand and stroked the back of her head to comfort her. "Don't worry Mrs. O'Connor everything is going to be all right. Everything will be just fine." She slowly started to recover, but she didn't say a word. She held me tightly around my waist with her head still buried in my chest. So many times had I fantasized about holding Mrs. O'Connor in my arms but not like this. I said, "Is it your mom, Mrs. O'Connor?" She was still whimpering when she said, "No Will, my mom is fine." A few seconds passed, then she said, "Its my husband, Will." I thought to myself, "Oh shit, maybe her husband was in a fatal car accident or something." I didn't expect to hear what she told me next. She said in the saddest voice I ever heard, "My husband is having an affair with a younger women." Then she started to cry again. It was not what I had expected her to say. She began to tell me the whole story. She had suspected he was cheating on her a few months ago. She didn't know what to do, so last week she hired a private investigator to find out if it was true. She then told me that today was their twentieth wedding anniversary. Mrs. O'Connor told me that her husband called her an hour ago and cancelled their dinner plans, claiming he had to stay in the city late to finish up a pile of work before the holiday. She said that when I walked in she was on the phone with the private investigator she hired. He called her from his cell phone in the lobby of the Plaza hotel. The P.I. told her that her husband was at the counter checking in with a young blond haired girl. The P.I. also told her he took a few pictures of them kissing for proof. I was speechless, what the hell do you say to comfort someone who has just found out that his or her spouse has been unfaithful? How could someone treat such a wonderful women like this? She was so sweet, my heart went out to her. "How could he do this to me, Will?" she asked whispering into my chest. "How could he do this on our anniversary?" She was asking me question that I couldn't' answer. Then, I started to get angry. I wanted to tell her what a fucking asshole her husband was and how that scumbag didn't deserve her. I had to be very careful. I wanted to somehow make her feel better. I pulled out my handkerchief and brought it to her face and gently wiped her tears. I placed my finger under her chin and lifted her head until she was looking into my eyes. "Mrs. O'Connor, none of this is your fault, that young bimbo your husband is running around with is nothing but a slutty whore. I don't have all the answers you're looking for. Your husband somehow has lost his way." She then said, "But why a younger woman? Am I that old and ugly? Is that why he doesn't want me anymore?" My heart felt heavy, this women's pain was real, and she was blaming herself. I gazed into her eyes and told her the truth, the brutally honest truth. "Mrs. O'Connor, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure to know. I have never met a woman like you in my life. To look at you is like getting a brief look into heaven. Your softness, your kindness, is possessed by only a few people on this planet. You're the one thing that helps me get through the day. I spend most of my day thinking about you. When I walk in the door and see your sweet smile, it sends me to another world." Mrs. O'Connor seemed to be overwhelmed by my words. I had to tell her how I felt. I wanted her to know that she was still beautiful, and that another man desired her. Then slowly the smile that I have loved and depended on started to appear before my very eyes. "Thank you Will. Thank you for making an old lady feel special." Then she pulled my head close to hers and kissed me on the cheek. It was a tender kiss. When she pulled her head back she stopped only a few inches from my face. You could almost feel the electricity in the room. I was frozen stiff. She looked into my eyes. Then, her eyes roamed around my face like she was studying me. She placed her hands on either side of my face and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. She broke our kiss and looked into my eyes. I guess she wanted to see my reaction. Absolute desire was painted on my face, and she new. She stuck out her tongue and licked my lips like she tasting a new found treat. That sent me over the edge. I put my hand on the small of her back and pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. She responded quickly by wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. Our tongues met and the electricity sparked through out bodies. She kissed me hard and fast. I fucked Mrs. O'Connor's mouth with my tongue. Her thin white lips were so soft and sensual, it made my whole body tingle. I couldn't believe what was happening, I adored this woman. Not in my wildest fantasies did I even imagine that this might happen. We continued to kiss each other intensely. My cock started to awaken as I felt her thigh brush against it. I moved my hands down her body until they rested firmly on her plump ass. "Mmmmmm," she moaned softly, as I palmed her soft fleshy ass atop her dress. God, her ass felt so fucking good. I aggressively squeezed that fat ass. I wanted her so fucking bad. My cock was painfully twisted up in my brown pants. I felt Mrs. O'Connor's hand come from around my neck down the side of my hips. Then I sensed her little hand right on top of the bulge in my pants. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she began to massage my throbbing bulge. "I want you Will, I want you so bad," she said. Then I felt her unbuckling my belt. I started to work her dress up her wide hips. As I worked my hands up her thighs and made contact with her soft fleshy white skin, I thought I was going to bust my nut right there. Just as my hands made contact for the first time on her bare ass, she suddenly stepped back and dropped to her knees. "Oh my God," I moaned. In one quick motion she pulled my pants and boxers to the ground. My thick black 8-inch cock almost slapped her in the face. She stared wide-eyed at my manhood. I watched her face as she looked at the black monster, for I'm sure this was the first black cock she had ever seen in her life. Her hand gradually reached up and wrapped around her knew friend. "Oh Yes!" I shouted as she slowly started to stroke my cock. She was in her own world. I looked down just in time to see Mrs. O'Connor open her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head. She licked the head spreading her saliva all over it. She lovingly licked my black helmet like a pro. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this wonderful feeling. My eyes flew open when I felt my cock slip into her mouth right to the back of her throat. "OOOhhhhhh God!" I groaned. Her mouth was magnificent. I was amazed at how much of my cock she could get into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet. Mrs. O'Connor, with no disrespect intended was a skilled cocksucker. She knew how to work my cock. Her technique was flawless. She sucked, stroked and massaged my balls all at the same time. "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?" Please send all comments to: Blackzilla99@hotmail.com. All e-mail will be responded to By me Blackzilla. Thank you * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 15