Playing on my own-Old BBC My names Kathy and some of you might remember me from a few previous experiences I’ve shared here. Im the girl (29,former model, hot white girl) whose bf got her fully into BBC and then broke up with her. I couldn’t believe it. I thought this kinky lifestyle/love affair was over. I tried to block it from my mind but my sexy, hot desires just kept resurfacing. I kept remembering all the kinky stories my ex would tell me(involving me and BBC) and all the dirty BBC movies and magazines we watched and played with together.. Mmmmm! I remember when my ex(Dave) started to bring up our old black neighbor Mr. S. He lived alone next door and was in his 70’s, a widower and really the sweetest old man you could meet. Dave started adding him to our kinky fantasies telling me that Mr S has a huge old black cock and has wanted to fuck me since the first day he laid eyes on me. He would start to play with my wet hot pussy as I would tell him to tell me more. He told me that he actually caught the old black man jerking off his massive black cock one day while I was sunbathing in our backyard in a tiny bikini. Oh my god what a dirty old perv, as I came and came!! The next night we were playing again and it was I who brought up our old black neighbor asking Dave if I should go over (alone!) and confront his dirty behavior. Dave told me, “Yeah, good idea baby! Go over there and punish him by teasing the hell out of him! Take three swimsuits over there and tell him you want to look your best for me and which suit he thinks looks best. Then parade in front of him causing him to blow a load in his pants!!” Just thinking about doing it had me cumming like crazy again. Then soon thereafter, my bf left me. With all these super sexy BBC fantasies wild in my head! Then it happened. I heard a knock on the door and when I answered it, it was Mr S. My stomach started to tingle. Before I could say anything, he came in and put his arms around me saying how sorry he was and that he just heard about my split with Dave. I don’t know what came over me(yeah I do! I was horny!) but I instantly played the role of the brokenhearted female. We sat on the couch and I began to cry into his neck and shoulder telling him that I didn’t know what I was going to do without Dave and how lonely I was feeling. He kept trying to comfort me as I cried more and helplessly threw myself down into his lap. I knew I would find out pretty quickly if this old black man was as perverted and wound up as I was. Yes he was! As I pretended to keep rubbing my eyes and covering my face, my hands kept accidentally rubbing along his quickly growing old black cock! It was right under my cheek and face and I swear I could feel its powerful heat. I was going crazy! I didn’t know what I was doing but I knew I wanted to keep going further. I kept accidentally rubbing my face and even open mouth on his now rock hard black cock as I cried it up in his lap. His caring hands were rubbing my back and he was dead silent, probably hoping I wouldn’t notice his perverted black ways of taking advantage of this poor heartbroken white girl. When I couldn’t take anymore I grabbed his rock hard cock in my hand and slowly lifted myself looking right into his eyes. “What the hell, Mr S? I cant believe this. What’s going on? I thought you were my friend.” as more fake tears poured down my face. “I…I..Im sorry Kathy..I..I don’t know what came over me. Please Kathy.. I”. I cut him off telling him he’s been a bad, bad man and maybe I should call the police or something (the whole time I still had his hard cock in my hand and I waved it as I spoke which was causing him to lose his breath and slowly shut his eyes). I teasingly asked him what was wrong. He could barely speak. I kept shaking that huge thing in my hand while I asked him another question. “Mr S… can you tell me something and I want the truth, ok?” He just nodded. “Did my ex really catch you watching me in my bikini and….. Were you playing with this?” And I shook his hard cock up towards his face. “Uh.. Yeah Kathy. Im sorry I..” I cut him off again. “You are such a very very very bad man Mr S. What am I going to do with you?” I kept slowly pulling on his hard cock which was making him crazy. “I have an idea Mr. S. You wait here and I’ll be right back.” He was sweating and nodded back again. I ran upstairs and changed into the same bikini I was wearing the day in question and grabbed a towel, sunglasses and lotion and ran back downstairs, hoping Mr S didn’t run away. To my delight, he was still sitting on the couch with a massive tent in his pants. When he saw me he just looked up to the ceiling and said, “Oh my god”. I told him that it was obvious that he had a situation (pointing to his cock) and maybe he just needed to take care of it like he did before. And since I caused it, maybe I could help again. He had the sweetest grin and said he couldn’t believe what was happening. I slid the coffee table away from in front of the couch and laid my towel out right in front of him and climbed on the towel on my stomach as if I was in my backyard by the pool. I was so turned on playing this little game with my old black neighbor. I wondered if he might see a wet patch on my bikini, he was so close. I thought of Dave for a second and how proud he would be if he could see me now. I could hear clothes being discarded behind me and I closed my eyes to imagine what this old black mans cock must look like and what he must be thinking. I was so out of control it felt like I was dreaming. Hearing him moan brought a smile to my face and caused me to get up on all fours in front of him. I heard his pace and breath quicken so I turned to get a nice look by laying on my back. The sight that greeted me was so downright sexy and dirty. This old black man was standing over me just at my feet, with his pants just under his knees and furiously stroking the most incredible looking cock Ive seen. It didn’t look old at all. It was light brown with grayish pubes and nice shaped big balls. It was thin, maybe only 3 or 4 inches round but it was really long. Over 10 inches for sure. I was staring at his wonderful looking old cock when he tensed up and jerked a large load of creamy cum on the rug just at my feet. I was so turned on that I grabbed at his shooting cock with my two feet. He grabbed my two feet in his hands and kept stroking himself while looking down at me. “Are we all done Mr S?” as I was about to get up. He shocked me by saying no and kept my feet in his hands while continuing to stroke and stare at my young white body on slutty display for him. His wonderful black cock never lost its strength! Within a couple of minutes he was blowing his second delicious load all over my feet and legs. “Mr S!! You got it all over me!!No!! I cant believe you!!” He fell back on the sofa and sat there looking spent, with the most satisfied grin I’ve ever seen. But his beautiful big black cock wasn’t shrinking or getting soft at all? I’ve never had a guy cum twice so close to each other, and still be rock hard. I climbed up on my knees between his legs and grabbed a hold of his cock again and angrily pointed it at him again saying, “Oh my gosh Mr S! I cant believe how very bad you are. You’re old enough to be my grandfather and here you are being such a pervert with a young white girl. What would people think? Now I think you‘ll agree we cant tell anybody about this, right Mr. S? You could get in big trouble if our friends or neighbors got a wind of the things you‘ve been doing. Agreed Mr S?” He just nervously nodded yes and I couldn’t get my eyes off of what I was holding in my hands. I was fascinated by this old mans lovely black cock and its apparent staying power. As I kept stroking it I kept getting hotter and hotter for it. I wanted it bad. I wanted to feel it deep inside me. I stood up without saying anything and stripped naked in front of old Mr S. His expression was priceless. When I was naked I just climbed up on him and sat myself down on his still hard black cock. I was so wet that I slid almost all the way down his long cock. We both had the same reaction and held each other while we slowly grinded together. He kept thanking me and calling me his princess or queen. All of our fantasies usually had the BBC calling me names or dominating me so this was kind of sweet. He had never been with a white girl in his life and hadn’t even been with anyone for years so I understood his gratitude(and luck). If he only knew that I lusted for his BBC probably more than he lusted for me. Feeling his BBC deep inside me and stretching every nerve and feeling was everything I thought it would be. Words cant really describe the greatness. I was about to have a monster climax when I felt Mr S shoot a hot load deep inside me which set me off good. I was in complete and utter extasy for a long while. I finally fell off of him and lay on the couch almost passed out. Mr S saw what state I was in and had me agree to some terms I don’t really remember. Apparently since it’s all a big secret and no one is to ever know, I agreed that Mr S and I are a couple after hours and when no one is around. Honestly, I wish I would have thought of that. I love his BBC and can see myself falling fully in love (head over heals) with his BBC. And I have to admit, it is pretty kinky/sexy having a secret 70something year old black boyfriend! There have been a few times where we have almost gotten caught fooling around. A neighbors barbeque where I had too much to drink and pulled Mr S into the garage and attacked his BBC with my mouth and hands and two other guests entered (before I got my cum prize)to smoke pot. We had to hide till they left(didn’t stop me from sucking on him). Another time it was late and Mr S and I were laying in bed when my ex popped up. We hid and didn’t answer the door which made me feel like the naughtiest slut alive. I am!