As a fifty year old woman it's quite flattering to know you've still “got it” and men still find you attractive. Even more so if the guy chatting you up and asking you out is nearly 20 years younger than you. Marty, the guy in question was one of the HGV drivers who regularly delivers and collects from the factory warehouse where I work. He's black and definitely one of the fitter looking drivers and most of the girls think he's a bit of a hunk. I must admit that it was nice to have a guy in his early thirties hitting on me. I'm often told by the girls at work that I look younger than my years, but I was surprised when one of them told me that Marty thought I was about forty. He was there two or three times a week, depending on the schedule. His routine was to unload materials, then to reload with the products going out the next day. While that was done he'd come up the metal stairs to my office, a sort of portacabin practically in the roof, where I work alone, to give me his paperwork. Just about every visit he tried it on, flirting, asking to meet in the evening. He was a cheeky sod, asking things like if I'd had sex the previous night, what size my tits were, making guesses. In the end I told him “36DD” to shut him up. All that did was encourage him in future and to be honest I didn't really mind. He wanted to know if I wore stockings or tights. “Wouldn't you like to know” I told him. “You'd look best in Stockings” he said giving me a wink. The following week he came into the office with the paperwork handed me a bag containing a pair stockings. I automatically thanked him. “My pleasure. Meet me later and wear them” he grinned. He got as far as the door then stopped “Do you shave your pussy? I like a nice smooth fanny” he asked. I was used to him, rolled my eyes “Wouldn't you like to find out?” I told him, throwing my pen at him. “Sure would” he called ducking and closing the door. It was the following week, the day before Marty's next delivery. I don't recall exactly how it came about but I mentioned to my husband Dave that one of the drivers had been chatting me up and asked me out, leaving out the bits about my tits, the stockings and whether my pussy was shaved. He snorted, laughed and made some comment about Specsavers. I know he was trying to be funny but it upset me. I don't think I'm a great beauty, but I make an effort to look attractive, have a fuller figure, but not fat, hair cut in a fashionable style. OK, I've got a bit of a tum and my tits sag a bit, but I don't think I'm a complete wreck. I certainly didn't need reminding that I'm getting older and have a few lines and wrinkles. Being his last day off before his next set of night shifts he was expecting sex as usual. I told him that he could forget any thoughts of getting his leg over, that night or any time soon. He mumbled a complaint and I told him to have a wank. I'd be sleeping in the spare bedroom. I went to shower, washed my hair, shaved under my arms, then did my legs. I soaped my body, washed between my legs. I ran my fingers through my bush, thinking about Marty and what he'd asked. On a whim, I fetched a pair of scissors from the cabinet and began to snip my pubes off. I got them as short as I could, spread foam on my pussy and carefully, removing my pubes a stroke at a time, shaved my pussy until I was completely smooth. I dried myself and rubbed a soothing moisturising lotion on my legs and pussy. Dave was already in bed where my PJ's were. I didn't want to speak to him and went to bed in the spare room naked. I kept touching my mound liking the smoothness, my fingers brushing my clitoris. I thought of Marty. Wondering if he would like my shaved pussy I began to masturbate, stroking my hard clit, slipping two, then three fingers into my pussy. I fingered myself, imagining that Marty was sliding his massive hard black cock in and out of my vagina until I climaxed, biting my lip to stifle my moans. Still thinking about him I fell asleep and the next thing I knew it was morning. I lay in bed, thinking about Marty, looking forward to seeing him later. I got up to shower, washing, wondering what to wear. I decided on a black shirt dress. Suitable for work but with buttons down the front I could unfasten one or two and reveal a bit of leg or cleavage when he came up to my office. I still had the pack of stockings he'd given me in my handbag and decided to wear them. I crept into the main bedroom without waking Dave, fetched the dress, my favourite matching balconette bra, little knickers and wide waspie suspenders which I rarely wore. I put on the lingerie, rolled the stockings on, smoothing and straightening the distinctive patterned seam up the back of my leg, and fastening them to the suspender clips. Standing in front of the mirror I looked at my reflection, tits supported by the bra, swelling out of the top of the cups. The waspie cinching my waist a little, hiding my tum. The knickers on the other hand hid little, my shaven mound and the top of my slit, clearly visible through the sheer material. I thought I looked quite sexy. I told myself that the underwear was just to make me feel better about myself after the argument with Dave. No one was likely to see it. I did my make up, applied lipstick before slipping on the dress and a pair of black patent court shoes. I left the house without waking Dave and arrived at working feeling quite cheerful. I was busy and the time passed quickly. I knew what time Marty was due and kept an eye out for him. The weather was awful and he was late. Most of the staff had left, except for a couple of guys loading and unloading, when he reversed up to the loading bay. I'd volunteered to stay behind for the admin. I could see him chatting to one of the other drivers then walking towards the stairs. I felt annoyance and for some reason pangs of jealousy when he stopped, talking and laughing with one of the younger women who was just leaving. One thing about my office I always know when someone is coming from their footsteps clanking on the two flights of metal stairs to my office. It was about 2 or 3 minutes later that I heard Marty on the stairs. I'd unfastened two of the top buttons on my dress showing a bit more cleavage and three at the bottom, a fourth accidentally came undone, displaying rather more leg than I'd intended. It was to late to do anything about it as the door opened. He came over to the side of my desk, “Hi Sexy” he greeted me, dropping the paperwork in front of me. I could see his eyes roaming over me, looking at my tits, then lower at my legs. A grin spread across his face, “You've got the stockings on” he announced, a gleam in his eye. “I might have” I told him. “Show me. Just a quick look” he asked. I told him to behave, I had work to do. I tried to concentrate, aware that the gap in the dress was showing my thighs almost up to the lace stocking tops. He moved behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, he began to massage them, he had a surprisingly soft and gentle touch for such a large guy. It felt lovely and relaxing so I didn't stop him, but hurriedly finished checking the figures and pushed the paper work to the side. I could feel my nipples stiffen noticeably poking through my bra and dress. His hands had moved to my neck. He traced the material from the collar to the first fastened button, his fingers barely touching my skin. He unfastened the button, pulled the top of my dress wider open his fingers touching the swell of my breasts “I think you'd better stop” I told him shakily, but hoping he'd continue. I was disappointed when he removed his hands from my tits and moved back in front of me a noticeable large bulge in his jeans. “I'm still waiting to see the stockings” he said looking at me expectantly. I glanced towards the door, probably giving away that I was considering showing him. I got up walked to the window, checked below and that no one was heading this way. All clear, no one could see in and I'd have plenty of warning if someone was climbing the stairs. Feeling hot and excited I turned around stood in front of my desk “OK. Just a quick look” I agreed, unfastening the buttons to just below my knickers. A final glance at the door before I opened the dress and revealed my stockinged legs to him. He urged me to undo a couple more buttons. I knew he'd be able to see my pussy through my knickers if I did. I hesitated to go so far. He asked me again, his deep sexy voice persuasive. Almost in a dream, hands shaking, I unfastened more buttons and opened the dress almost to my waist. “You're shaved. I had you down for a hairy cunt” he commented, crouching in front of me. I knew I should push him away but couldn't. I felt his breath on my leg, his hands on the back of my thighs, gliding up the stockings, touching the bare flesh above then on to my bum. He caressed my buttocks, pulled me closer nuzzling my pussy through my knickers. I felt his hands move, fingers finding the sides of my knickers pulling them down. He slid them down to my ankles. I lifted my feet helping him remove them. He pushed me back, against the desk. I put up no resistance when he unfastened the remaining buttons, pulled my dress open, laid me over the desk and parted my legs. I felt no embarrassment or shame as he gazed at my exposed shaven pussy before burying his face between my legs, I felt his tongue probing my vagina, his lips on my clitoris, sucking and teasing it. I sighed contentedly as he performed the best cunnilingus I'd ever had. If he'd continued I'd have cum but he emerged from between my legs. “Please don't stop” I asked as he moved to my side. He didn't take any notice, instead unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. It wasn't massively huge like I'd imagined it might be when I'd played with myself the previous night. Having said that it was an impressive 7 or 8 inches semi erect, but what astonished me more was just how thick it was. It was much larger than Dave's, or any of the other men I'd had sex with before I married. I just had to touch it, reached out, taking it in my hand, stroking it as he lifted my heavy tits out of my bra. “You've got great tits” he said, giving them a squeeze, rolling my hard nipples between his finger and thumb before bending to suck them in turn. Still sucking my nipples, a hand resting on my shaven mound he began fingering me, slipping two or three fingers into my dripping sex. His prick became fully erect, throbbing and pulsing in my hand. I was breathing heavily, moving my hips on his fingers, ready to take him and asked him to put it inside me. He moved between my legs, pulled my bum to the edge of the desk. I put my hands under my thighs, holding them as I spread my legs wide for him. He held his cock sliding it up and down my slippery slit, rubbing it against my stimulated clitoris then guided it in to me. He gently entered me, his large knob opening my hole. He pushed more in, his amazing girth stretching my vagina. I took his thickness and he continued sliding his cock in, until he'd fully penetrating my mature pussy. He began to fuck me, had slid his hard cock in and out of my increasingly aroused sex only five or six times when one of the other drivers called his name, began climbing the stairs, shouting for him to move his lorry, ready for the morning. In a panic I pushed him off, leapt off the desk, frantically buttoning up my dress while he put his cock away. I'd done most of them up and was sat behind the desk by the time the door opened. The guy spoke to Marty, but did a double take at my desk. To my horror I realised that my knickers were on the desk, inside out, the gusset very obviously soaked with my sex juices. I blushed with embarrassment as he grinned and clearly knew that we had been up to something. I ushered them both out as quickly as I could, grabbed my knickers and put them in my bag. Marty returned about 10 minutes later laughing about nearly getting caught and my knickers being on the desk. He wanted to continue where we'd left off. I'd come to my senses and though I still wanted him refused to let him fuck me in the office. He asked if I fancied a quick drink if I didn't have to rush home to my husband. “He's on 12 hour nights. I sent him a text earlier to say I wouldn't be back until after he'd left. I'll only be going home to an empty house” I told him. It didn't take a genius to work out what I was saying. “Your place or mine?” he asked. I wasn't going to risk being seen taking him home. “Yours and forget the quick drink” I replied. I followed him in my car to his flat in a modern complex. It was tastefully furnished, a huge king-sized bed in the bedroom with a walk in en-suite shower off it. As soon as we entered he took my coat, hung it up, before taking me into the bedroom and stripping me, removing my bra last. “I thought you said you were a 36DD” he said holding up my bra. “I used to be” I said crossing my arms over my boobs. He read out the label “Thirty eight FF. That's fucking awesome” he declared, dropping the bra on the floor, taking my arms, uncrossing them, uncovering my tits to cup them. “Beautiful. What an amazing pair of tits. Fucking gorgeous” he enthused, going along way to overcoming my self consciousness over being naked with him and a pleasant change after my husbands comment which still rankled. He quickly undressed and led me through to the shower. He soaped me with shower gel washed my body. He paid particular attention to my tits, standing behind me caressing and fondly my tits, teasing my nipples. I could feel his cock pressing against my back and reached behind, holding and stroking his powerful erection. He moved his hands lower, rubbing my tummy, my mound, sticking his soapy fingers in my pussy, fingering me while he washed me. He turned me around, facing him, washed my back, my bum. Spreading my buttocks he washed between my legs, touching my anus, something I'd never permitted my husband or anyone else to do. He rubbed his soapy finger against my bum hole, moving it in little circles, pressing it more firmly until it slipped into my arse. It felt surprisingly pleasant, when he began to move it in and out, and I started to rock on it. He crouched a bit, sucking my nipples, rubbing my clitoris, still working his finger in my bum. It was years, if ever, since I'd felt so sexually aroused. Close to cumming I couldn't stop myself from thrusting on to the fingers in both my holes, biting his shoulder as I climaxed. If he hadn't been holding me my legs would have given way. He turned off the shower, and dried me then himself and we returned to the bedroom. “Bed or a drink and a bite to eat first?” he asked. “Bed. There's only one thing I'm hungry for” I replied unhesitatingly, taking hold of his cock, pulling him towards the huge bed. We only got as far as the bedside before he put his hand on my shoulders. Pressing me down onto my knees he told me to suck his cock. Eager to please, I licked and kissed his knob and inexpertly sucked his cock for several minutes before he pulled me to my feet and knelt me on the bed. I rested my head on the pillows, bum in the air, eager to feel his cock inside me again and for him to fuck me without being interrupted. He got on the bed with me and started to kiss my bum. He spread my cheeks and licked along my crack to my anus. I thought it was a bit rude, but his tongue licking the area from my pussy to my bum hole felt delightfully naughty and nice, particularly when he wiggled the tip against my anus. Feeling relaxed and uninhibited with him, I reached between my legs and began to masturbate. It only took a couple of minutes before I was begging him to put his cock in me. “In where. Your Arse or your Cunt?” he queried. I told him the usual place. “Your Cunt?” I nodded. “Tell me then. Where do you want my cock?” he asked. “Please fuck my Cunt” I said quietly. “Louder” he insisted, rubbing the tip of his cock against my outer pussy lips. “My Cunt” I said louder. “Pardon” he said, moving until his hard cock was touching my anus “NO! NOT THERE. I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT. PLEASE PUT IT IN. FUCK MY CUNT” I shouted, lust overcoming my reluctance to use such foul language. “This what you want” I heard him say as he pushed his cock in to my impatient cunt. More relaxed in the privacy of his bedroom, I savoured the intense sensation of his incredibly thick cock entering me and stretching my cock hungry pussy. With no chance of being interrupted, I could appreciate the pleasure of being fucked by a larger and particularly a considerably thicker cock. Dave always cums quickly, way before I'm satisfied and if I want to orgasm I have to use my fingers. As Marty began to fuck me I continued to finger myself. I quickly realised I didn't need to and stopped, bracing myself as Marty fucked me hard, an orgasm building with unfamiliar speed. My tits swung beneath me, hard nipples brushing the bed with each thrust. He spread my buttocks, teasing my bum hole with his fingers, pushing one in. I gasped, felt a hot and flushed, my cunt quivering on his cock. I shouted that I was cumming, pleading with him to give me his spunk. I arched my back, pushing against his cock as my orgasm pulsed through my body. Sighing with pleasure as I felt him twitching his cock inside me as my orgasm began to subside I assumed he'd cum. He hadn't and he continued fucking me. For the first time in my life I had multiple orgasms. He fucked me for well over 30 minutes and I had at least five orgasms of varying intensity before he finally began pounding my cunt, ramming his cock into me rapidly until he ejaculated deep inside me. I collapsed on the bed, rolled on my back, grinning like a cat who'd got the cream. I suppose I had got the cream. His spunk running from my well fucked cunt. I'd only had sex with about six or seven other men before him, but none of them were much good in comparison. Perhaps I'd just been unlucky so I'm in no position to judge, but to me his stamina was amazing. After drinks and a short rest he was ready to go again. He really had a thing about my 38FF tits and insisted on a tit fuck. He taught me to squeeze my tits around his cock while he fucked them, sliding the end of his prick, between my lips until he ejaculated in my mouth. I'm proud to say I swallowed his spunk at my very first attempt. Surprised that I liked the taste, I relish sucking his cock and swallowing his spunk when he wants me too. It was about 2 or 3 hours later before he took me again. This time with me on top, facing him enabling him to play with my tits and suck my nipples while we fucked.. I rode his cock, climaxing two or three times before he pumped more spunk into my tingling cunt. It must have been around midnight when I feel asleep. It seemed like only minutes later that I was awoken by the feel of his erection pressing into me and his fingers between my legs rubbing my pussy. I rolled onto my back, spread my legs and pulled him on top for a slow leisurely morning fuck. This time he brought me almost to climax then slowed and let it subside before continuing to fuck me. He did this three or four times, the last time not stopping, fucking me to orgasm and cumming inside me simultaneously which felt wonderful and I appreciated. It was only then that I noticed that it was quarter to six in the morning and my husband was due home at half past. I dressed quickly, gave Marty a kiss, rushed home and into my bed, pretending to be asleep with just 10 minutes to spare, a bit to close for comfort. I've only had sex with my husband once in the month since and in comparison his cock is pathetic. I practically worship Marty's thick black cock and can't get enough of it. I keep telling myself I should stop, but keep letting him fuck me almost whenever he wants, with the exception of in the office. Even then, though I swore I wouldn't risk anything at work, I started wearing stockings and for the last fortnight have been going to work without any knickers. He's fingered me several times in my office. On three mornings, when I haven't been able to spend the night with him, I've gone to work early to catch him before he's left. Twice I sucked him off in his lorry the last time he fucked me in the compartment behind the seats. I went to my office with his spunk running down my legs, soaking my stocking tops. I didn't wipe myself, enjoying the sensation of sitting at my desk and walking around the warehouse with his cum seeping from my cunt for several hours. I've spent eight nights with him, fucking, sucking, tit fucks and allowing him to use a vibrator in my bum while we fucked. The last time was Thursday night, when I finally agreed to Anal Sex. I let him lubricate my arse and 20 minutes later I'd lost my anal virginity. A bit painful at first, while he'd prised my anus open with his fingers and started to push his cock in. Once he overcame the resistance of my anal sphincter, and stretched my arse open he slid in quite easily and I found it more comfortable and pleasurable. The initial pain and discomfort certainly wasn't enough to deter me from letting him fuck my arse in future. In fact I'm looking forward to it. That just about finishes my story so far, except for one thing. My dilemma. Marty wants me to agree to a threesome with him and a mate who's visiting from London next week. I know he's sent him nude pictures with his cock between my tits and others of me with my legs spread, holding my cunt open and masturbating, and he wants to fuck me. I've seen pictures of him naked and his cock looks at least as large as Marty's. I'm soooo tempted. Just thinking about it, imagining being fucked by two black cocks, turns me on and makes me wet. I think I'm hooked and becoming the “Black Cock Slut” that he often calls me. The idea of being his Slut actually excites me and to be honest I really want to do it. However, is it to soon for an inexperienced mature woman to take on two younger guys who I am certain will want to DP me? One black cock is great. Would two be even better? Am I likely to be disappointed and regret it. Is it more probable that it will just increase my appetite for black cock, be unable to resist if he suggests more guys fuck me and that possibly I'll end up taking on three or four or being gangbanged? (Not that I necessarily consider that to be a negative or a bad thing!) Any comments will be much appreciated. Thanks, Sharon xxx