Part II:
Mrs. Whitehall visited the adult bookstore three or four times a week for the next two months before she realized that there no black cocks had yet come through the holes. She had certainly sucked some big white cocks, although for the most part they were just an inch or two bigger than her husband’s.
She went on line and found a list of other adult bookstores nearby. None of the others she found were in her town, which was affluent and mostly white, but she recognized two or three of the others as being in towns that were poor and black. After locating stores on maps, she finally settled on one that was in the heart of the ghetto, three towns over. One Thursday afternoon, she got in her Cadillac SUV and started driving.
It took her about forty-five minutes to find the bookstore, which was in the heart of the ghetto. It was a very rough part of town, with many unemployed black men loitering on street corners and sitting on the front steps of brownstone apartment buildings. Selling drugs, she supposed, or out on parole. She decided to not take a chance and parked in a pay lot so that her car would be safe. She got out and walked the two blocks to the adult bookstore.
She was the only white woman on the street.
The inside of this bookstore was very different from the one in her town. It was run down and smelled strongly of disinfectant. A handful of older black men stood around looking at the dirty magazines and videos, or talking to the elderly black man behind the front counter. Mrs. Whitehall didn’t talk to any of these men, but walked past them and through the curtain in the back, over which hung a sign that said: peep show booths.
The booths were familiar to her now, although the setting was run down and smelly. She picked a vacant booth that was sandwich between two occupied booths so that she could work both holes. The inside of the booth was quite filthy: cum-soaked tissues and a used condom on the floor, with puddles of semen under along both walls under the holes, and streaks of dried cum on the walls and even on the television screen. She could see that this booth got a lot of traffic.
She fished a $5 bill out of her purse and fed it into the machine. It would be good for about ten minutes, she knew. Then she got on her knees and looked through the hole on the right wall.
She gasped.
A black man was indeed standing in the booth masturbating. His cock was at least 9 inches long, and extremely thick. The large, cum-filled ball sac hung heavily from the base of the shaft. He stroked slowly and confidently. She pushed her middle finger through the hole. He turned to face her, the slowly pushed the enormous length of cock through the hole into her booth. She opened her mouth, which was watering, and without hesitating, lowered her head down on the shaft until the head impacted the opening to her throat. She looked down and saw that at this point, when normally a white man’s balls would be resting against her chin, there was still 4” of wrist-thick black fuck pole to go before she’d reach the swollen balls.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mrs. Whitehall visited the adult bookstore three or four times a week for the next two months before she realized that there no black cocks had yet come through the holes. She had certainly sucked some big white cocks, although for the most part they were just an inch or two bigger than her husband’s.
She went on line and found a list of other adult bookstores nearby. None of the others she found were in her town, which was affluent and mostly white, but she recognized two or three of the others as being in towns that were poor and black. After locating stores on maps, she finally settled on one that was in the heart of the ghetto, three towns over. One Thursday afternoon, she got in her Cadillac SUV and started driving.
It took her about forty-five minutes to find the bookstore, which was in the heart of the ghetto. It was a very rough part of town, with many unemployed black men loitering on street corners and sitting on the front steps of brownstone apartment buildings. Selling drugs, she supposed, or out on parole. She decided to not take a chance and parked in a pay lot so that her car would be safe. She got out and walked the two blocks to the adult bookstore.
She was the only white woman on the street.
The inside of this bookstore was very different from the one in her town. It was run down and smelled strongly of disinfectant. A handful of older black men stood around looking at the dirty magazines and videos, or talking to the elderly black man behind the front counter. Mrs. Whitehall didn’t talk to any of these men, but walked past them and through the curtain in the back, over which hung a sign that said: peep show booths.
The booths were familiar to her now, although the setting was run down and smelly. She picked a vacant booth that was sandwich between two occupied booths so that she could work both holes. The inside of the booth was quite filthy: cum-soaked tissues and a used condom on the floor, with puddles of semen under along both walls under the holes, and streaks of dried cum on the walls and even on the television screen. She could see that this booth got a lot of traffic.
She fished a $5 bill out of her purse and fed it into the machine. It would be good for about ten minutes, she knew. Then she got on her knees and looked through the hole on the right wall.
She gasped.
A black man was indeed standing in the booth masturbating. His cock was at least 9 inches long, and extremely thick. The large, cum-filled ball sac hung heavily from the base of the shaft. He stroked slowly and confidently. She pushed her middle finger through the hole. He turned to face her, the slowly pushed the enormous length of cock through the hole into her booth. She opened her mouth, which was watering, and without hesitating, lowered her head down on the shaft until the head impacted the opening to her throat. She looked down and saw that at this point, when normally a white man’s balls would be resting against her chin, there was still 4” of wrist-thick black fuck pole to go before she’d reach the swollen balls.
TO BE CONTINUED
