Well, she had said we could knock and ask if we needed to borrow anything urgently. That was the trouble when you moved into a new house, you were always bound to forget something crucial, so thank God for friendly neighbours! It's about 8.30am on a Monday morning, Maybe she hasn't left for work yet. I leave my front door on the latch as I walk up the pathway to my neighbour's door and softly bang the door knocker. It opens almost immediately and I'm greeted by a white guy in his 30s, suited and booted. He seems to be in a real hurry. 'I'm so sorry to bother you.' I begin, but he interrupts. 'You must be the new neighbours, I've seen you in the garden'. 'Oh',I say with surprise 'well I was just wondering if I could borrow some milk. Can't start the day without coffee.' He hesitates before answering, trying to avert his eyes from my cleavage, 'Shit' I think, 'I so should have taken a few minutes to put on a bra'. These 40DD puppies have been getting me into hot water since high school. 'No problem', he eventually replies. I follow him into the kitchen. He appears nervous as he goes to the fridge, babbling about how much he relies on his caffeine fix too. He has a soft Irish accent that is somewhat disarming with just a hint of mischief. He almost drops the milk as he puts it on the counter. I realise that I'm probably the cause of these nerves and that rush of power is strangely sexy. Let's see where we can go with this. 'Do you always take milk with your coffee? Haven't you ever tried it black?' I ask suggestively. He's most definitely on my wavelength, because this time he does actually drop the container he was about to fill with milk. It doesn't deter either of us as he replies 'I've only ever had coffee with milk, but I've always wanted to try it black. 'Bingo!' As he leans against the work top, I drop to my knees and swiftly negotiate his belt and zipper. His cock is in my mouth in seconds. I'm supposed to be in charge but with a handful of my hair he's calling the shots, slamming my head into his groin. The tip of his impressive cock is skimming the back of my throat. I'm desperately trying to control my gag reflex. But with each successive thrust I'm losing the battle and I feel the nausea rising and eventually frothy saliva belches into my mouth and coats his cock. He releases his grip on my hair and as I lean back the contents of my mouth run down my chin. My vulnerability spurs him on and in one movement he grabs me by both arms and lifts me to my feet. I'm forced to bend over the kitcken sink, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter for stability as he hurriedly raises my skirt. 'Damn, maybe I should have taken the time to put knickers on too!' I feel him position his intimidating erection to rip into my pussy. To an observer I may have appeared to be the submissive, but in truth, I was getting exactly what I wanted. The evidence was the excess of waxy natural lubricant dripping from my cunt. With each pounding thrust I feel his cock driving deeper and further than any other cock I've ever taken. Maybe there's some black in him, just like I've got a bit of white in me, right now! I feel him pin me to the counter as he stops thrusting waiting for his load to fill me up and I know he's empty as he falls away from me. He falls back, laying on the kitchen floor, trousers still around his ankles. I join him, with his rapidly cooling seed running down my inner thigh.'Its official' he says, 'I definitely prefer my coffee black'. 'No kidding', I think as I slip a finger into my pussy and taste the contents. 'Me personally, I prefer mine with cream!'.