An old black man around the corner-2

Monday, was a school holiday but her mother had to go to work. Sandy walked around the neighborhood and again stopped by the black man’s house. He wasn’t on the porch this time. Sandy swallowed hard and went to the front door and knocked. “Who’s there?” the old man answered. “It’s Sandy, your neighbor,” she replied.

The black man opened the door smiling. “Hi there girl, why don’t you come inside and have some tea with me,” he chuckled. He was dressed in white shorts and a T-shirt. It really set off the blackness of his legs and arms. Sandy wondered if she was doing the right thing being alone with him but he had always been polite so she felt more relaxed. As he led her to the couch, she couldn’t help but smell a strange odor, one that she had smelled at school before. Not a bad smell though.

She sat on the couch as the black man went to the kitchen. She noticed how clean he kept the house. The furniture was old but nice. For some reason being there was exciting to Sandy although she didn’t know why. He returned with the glasses of tea and sat down beside her on the couch.

Sandy chatted away and the black man listened, and strangely every time he remarked…he placed his hand lightly on her knee. It was sort of titillating to Sandy but she didn’t say anything about it. She wanted to appear more adult like. Again, she noticed the bulge in his shorts becoming larger.

Sir, “do you think that I am attractive?” Sandy blurted out. She couldn’t believe that she said that.

“Oh, indeed yes Miss Sandy. You are a very pretty lady with a nice figure,” the black man answered. “You probably have guys in school wanting to date you.”

“Not really that much. My mother doesn’t allow me to go on dates unless there is an adult present,” Sandy admitted.

“Miss Sandy, have you ever been on a date with one of the black fellows in your school…or alone with a black man?” He asked. Sandy was a little shocked at that question. “Well no. Not that I am opposed to it…just never occurred,” she sheepishly answered.

“I have watched some interracial sites on the internet with some girlfriends. They were quite naughty but exciting also. Especially to a girl my age,” Sandy admitted. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that I told you that. I had better go now. I’m really sorry about that,” she nervously said.

“Don’t worry my dear. I’ve seen a number of those sites as well. There is something very exciting about different skin colors loving on each other,” the black man countered. “I tell you what. I’ve got a video fed from my computer to the TV that I think you would enjoy. Let me play it for you. In fact, I’ll empty this tea and pour a couple of glasses of wine to enjoy it with. How about that?” the black man offered.

“Please Sir, I had better go. I’m afraid that I might enjoy it too much and get in trouble. I’m a good girl and don’t want to put myself in a position not to be,” she pleaded. “No disrespect, but I’m only 18 years old and have never been with a man alone in his house…a much older black man at that.”

“Don’t worry, no harm will come to you. Trust me,” he sheepishly answered. The old man knew this was the window of opportunity and would do anything to keep this pretty white morsel in his house for awhile.

As he stood up to go and get the wine, Sandy shockingly saw the head of his black penis pop out from the leg of his shorts. Chills ran through her. She had never seen that before and it was intimidating.

“Okay, I will stay for a little while. Just please be nice. I’ll try and watch some of the video,” she softly spoke.

Sandy drank her glass of wine quite fast. Her and her school mates had slumber parties where they would sneak in some alcohol and consume it without the parents knowing it. Although her resistance was low, she really enjoyed wine…it made her feel like an adult.

The black man came over and poured her another glass of wine. He did the same and after turning the TV on, he came back and sat on the couch beside her.

The video began as a teenage white girl was selling magazines door to door. The young girl knocked on a door when a large black man answered. He invited her in to hear her pitch of why he should buy a magazine subscription. It became obvious that the two of them had other motivations other than magazines. To skip a few scenes, it showed the black man kissing her and rubbing his hands on her body. Then the man pulled his large cock out of his pants and placed her hand on it.

“Oh, my gosh. I had better not see any more. Especially sitting here with a grown man in his house,” Sandy said. She had just finished her second glass of wine and was feeling tipsy.

“Have you enjoyed the video so far? Let me pour another glass of wine” the black man countered. Sandy did not object.

“Well yes, but it makes me have strange feelings. I can’t explain it but I do know that I should not be watching this,” Sandy replied.

“Do black men usually have a penis that large?” she said embarrassingly quipped.

“Not all, but some are blessed with a large manhood. My father was really a buck,” the old man replied with a chuckle.

Sandy could not believe that she said that. But, she acknowledged to herself that this old man had inherited something large from his father. It was impossible not to observe it.

She felt a bit strange but tipsy from the wine. An excitement again crept into her being alone with a man on his couch. She felt glued to the couch and submissive.

The old black man placed his left arm around her shoulder and his right hand on her knee. Pulling her closer, she could feel the air from his nostrils swirling around her neck. She glanced down at his bulge in his pants. The wine had done it’s job and she was beginning to absorb herself in the moment. Here she was with a very black man with a hard on and embraced in his control. Her panties had become soaked and her young body was shivering for a release.

Her heart raced as she returned her attention to the video. Now, the black man was rapidly fucking the young white girl missionary style and the girl was moaning loudly.