Jeff lounged on his porch in the quiet countryside, the afternoon sun warming his skin as his wife’s car disappeared down the long driveway for her weekend trip. At sixty-two, he still felt the old thrill when the mail truck rumbled up, especially knowing Miss Stanza was behind the wheel. The beautiful thirty-five-year-old Black woman stepped out with a sway in her hips, her uniform hugging curves that made his pulse quicken. “Afternoon, Mr. Jeff,” she called, flashing that pretty smile he always praised. “Got a package today. Bet your wife left you all alone again.”
Jeff grinned, rising to meet her at the door. “You know it, Miss Stanza. And that smile of yours could light up the whole county. How’s a man supposed to focus on anything else?” She handed over the box, their fingers brushing. “Flattery from a man married to one of the sistas. I know you like us, Jeff. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you stare.” Their banter flowed easy, sharp and teasing, until she leaned closer. “Funny thing, though. You shared that Wi-Fi last month when my signal dropped. Never thought I’d snoop, did you?”
His stomach dropped as her eyes locked on his, knowing and wicked. “I read every story you had that AI write about me. Licking my sweet pussy, sweating on your tongue from my fine Black ass, feeding you my asshole like candy. You jacking off to swallowing my spit, licking my armpits, bathing my feet. Even dreaming my piss would make your cock explode untouched. That’s not harmless fantasy anymore, Jeff. It’s my script now.” She stepped inside uninvited, voice commanding yet laced with wit. “Your wife’s gone. You obey every wish, or she learns it all. Got it?”
Jeff’s heart hammered, a mix of terror and sudden, aching horniness flooding him. “Miss Stanza, I… you can’t be serious. Those were just stories.” She laughed, rich and sharp. “Stories that had my name all over them. Now strip, old man. On your knees. I’ve been driving this route thinking about this all week, and I’m wet already.” He obeyed, cock hardening fast as she shed her uniform, revealing smooth dark skin glistening faintly with sweat from the heat.
“Start with my feet,” she instructed, extending one. “Lick them clean, show some gratitude.” Jeff’s tongue bathed her soles, tasting salt and earth, eyes locked on hers as she moaned softly. “That’s it. Good boy. You’re ecstatic already, aren’t you?” She shifted, guiding him higher. “Now my armpits—lick the sweat there like you wrote. Every drop.” His mouth worked eagerly, inhaling her musk, cock throbbing untouched while she panted instructions. “Slower. Worship it. Tell me how delicious it is.”
“Delicious, Miss Stanza,” he gasped between licks, “your sweat is everything I dreamed.” She pulled him to her breasts then lower, spreading her legs. “My pussy now. Eat it like the starving man you are. Make me drip.” Jeff buried his face, tongue plunging into her wet folds, savoring the tangy heat as she ground against him, witty barbs mixing with moans. “Not bad for an old white boy. Deeper—yes, right there. I’m getting so horny watching you obey.” Her fingers tangled in his hair, strong and unyielding.
She turned, presenting her ass. “Now the fine Black ass you fantasized about. Lick the sweat, tongue my asshole. Feed it to you like candy, remember?” Jeff complied with fervor, rimming her tight hole, tasting every slick inch while she panted, “That’s right, worship it. You’re mine now.” His cock stood painfully hard, precum dripping as she reached back to stroke him once. “No touching yourself yet. Gratitude first.” She spat into his open mouth, eyes gleaming. “Swallow. Good.”
Pushing him onto his back, Miss Stanza straddled his face fully, pussy dripping onto his tongue. “Make me come, Jeff. Suck my clit while I grind.” He did, lapping hungrily as her thighs trembled, her commands sharp: “Faster. Eye contact—look at me while you eat.” She came hard, flooding his mouth with her juices, panting and laughing. “Your turn for a taste of heaven.” Rising slightly, she positioned over his open mouth. “Drink every drop of my piss. I know what it does to you.”
The warm stream hit his tongue, and Jeff swallowed greedily, cock exploding untouched in thick ropes of cum across his stomach as she watched, ecstatic herself. “Look at that—untouched, just like you wrote. You’re perfect for this.” She finished, then lowered to take his still-hard cock into her mouth for a slow, commanding blowjob, sucking him clean while maintaining eye contact. “We’re just getting started, Jeff. My pussy’s still hungry, and that ass needs more attention tomorrow.” She stood, dressing with a satisfied smirk. “Rest up. Next delivery, you’ll be begging for more of my fluids.”
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