I’m a 32-year-old married schoolteacher, and my husband Jimmy is a professor at a local university. A few weeks ago, Jimmy was out of town giving a lecture, so I took advantage of having some time to myself.

On Friday night, I headed home and took a leisurely bubble bath, something I hadn’t done in months. When I got out of the tub, I studied my reflection in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door. My long legs were perfectly in proportion, and my dainty pedicured feet were delectable. My blonde mound and cleanly shaved slit were very sensual. My hips flared, my tummy was solid and flat from my daily workout regimen and my 38D breasts were just as round and firm as they’d been 10 years ago.

I dried off then, combed my hair, did my makeup and got dressed again, this time putting on a thin summer dress and pair of high-heeled sandals. Then I drove into the city and headed to the dive bar I used to go to with my girlfriends when I was in college not that far away. We always had luck picking up guys there, and that’s exactly what I was planning to do that night, too.

When I walked into the bar, I saw a group of black men playing pool at a table in the back. Then I looked around the bar and realized that almost everyone in there was black. Things had sure changed from when it was my college bar. I didn’t really care who the clientele were, though, as long as one of them fucked me, so I went up to the bar and ordered a drink. A moment later there was a man sitting next to me. He said his name was Steven and he offered to buy me a drink. He bought me several more after that and then, when I was feeling a bit tipsy, he leaned in and told me how sexy I looked in my little sundress. I found him attractive, too, so I thanked him for the compliment by picking up his hand, bringing it to my lips and sucking his long, thick middle finger.

Steven moaned as I sucked, and I could tell he was getting turned on. Then I pulled his finger away from my lips and directed his hand under my dress to my dripping wet slit. I slid his finger into my pussy and rotated my hips against his hand. Then I pulled it back out and brought his hand to my lips again, this time sucking my juices off his finger. When I dropped his hand, Steven stood up from the bar, grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the bathroom. It smelled terrible back there, but when Steven unbuckled his pants and freed his dick, I totally forgot about it. He was hung like a damn horse, and he wanted me to suck his dick!

I got down on the floor and proceeded to pull his pants down to his knees. When I looked up at him, I could see the excitement in his eyes as he waited for me to start. Meanwhile, his cock was bobbing up and down in front of my face, so I took it in my hands and stroked it. I licked a small gob of precome from its mushroom-shaped crown.

“Oh, nice!” I hissed as I wrapped my lips around his big, tasty black dick.

I started by licking all over his giant shaft. I licked from his bulbous crown all the way to his balls and back again. I did this over and over again, sometimes tracing the thick veins that ran along his dick, sometimes tickling his cock with the tip of my tongue. I made sure I tasted every inch of his rock-hard dick, not missing a single spot along the shaft, and when I finally took him completely into my mouth, his entire cock was already coated in saliva. It wasn’t easy getting that monster dick into my mouth, but with a bit of effort I was able to get all but an inch or so down my throat. Once I had him as far inside my gullet as he could go, I started sucking that fat cock like my life depended on it. Finally I squeezed his big balls and shook his scrotum. I could tell by the amount of precome he was leaking that he was going to blow at any second. Then his cock surged full of blood and began spraying the thickest wad of come I’d ever gotten. I swallowed fast, my cheeks filling and then hollowing repeatedly.

His come tasted bitter, like lemon juice, but I found it utterly delicious anyway. I glanced up at him as he held the back of my head, amazed that he had so much sperm inside him. He looked just as surprised that I’d swallowed it all. Then I licked him clean. That wasn’t enough, though, and I could feel my wet pussy aching for the hard fucking I knew he’d deliver.

Steven was still hard and he lifted me up, pushed me against the wall and slid into my wet pussy with one swift stroke. Then he started pounding my hole, fucking me with the same enthusiasm I had when I was sucking his dick. A moment later I could feel my pussy involuntarily squeezing his cock, and I knew I was about to come. With one more thrust, I felt myself beginning to climax, waves of ecstasy flowing through me as my breathing became hard and my pussy started clenching and releasing Steven’s dick. Then he was coming again, too.

A minute later it was all over, and I was back at the bar, ordering another drink and waiting for someone new to come along.

T.Q., Minneapolis, Minnesota