When I met the best black couple

This is a story about the best black couple I met. I was looking forward to getting back home. I had driven to my mothers house to visit my family. My mom lived about 500 miles away and the drive home was going to be a long one. I am about eight months pregnant and my husband felt a little uneasy about me making the trip alone.

Before I left we brought the car in for a tune up and everything was fine. With the local garages o.k. and my trusty cell phone in hand, my husband decided that I would be safe for the trip. Everything was going great until the drive home. I ran into some harsh weather and the main highway was shut down.

Unfamiliar with alternate routes and very pregnant, I didn’t know what to do. I tried calling my husband but the cell phone wasn’t working. I was able to drive to a local hotel and decided to use the phone to call my husband and get a room for the night. When I got to the pay phone I was terrified by the fact that I had forgotten my purse. Here I was stranded in a hotel in the middle of nowhere with no money, no identification and pregnant.

To make matters worse, there was no vacancy even if I did have money. I walked over to the couch in the lobby and sat down and cried. I was at my wits end and didn’t know what to do. Just when I was about to totally lose it, somebody patted me on the back and asked what was wrong. I looked up and saw a black woman with a concerned look on her face. I explained my problem to her and she gave me money to phone my husband. As I was telling him about my predicament, she came over to me and said that I could stay in her room that night.

She was very helpful and I felt totally comfortable knowing that in this crazy world there are still kind people around. Erin and her husband were vacationing and just enjoying a relaxing drink when they noticed me and my troubles. They bought me a meal and told me that they reserved the last room available and it was a two bedroom suite. I thanked them and told them that I would definitely pay them back.

They didn’t seem too concerned about that, they just wanted to help out a deserted pregnant woman. I grabbed my overnight bag and went up to their room. The room was a beautiful suite with two seperate bedrooms.

We all were tired and decided to call it a night. I used the bathroom and put on my maternity nightgown. It was a thin nighty with small shoulder straps. As I looked into the mirror I noticed my full breasts were blossoming under the white gown. I put my blonde hair into a bun as my fair white skin glistened. I still looked good as I displayed that “glow” that pregnant women had. I walked out of the bathroom and settled into my room.

I noticed Erin was wearing a skimpy little nighty as she hurried into bed. Her husband was wearing sweatpants and nothing else. He was a muscular black man with a shaved head and dark black skin. I nervously got into bed as this was the first time I ever met any black people. Remembering their kindness relaxed my nerves and I shut my eyes to get some sleep. As I slowly drifted in and out of consciousness, I heard some strange noises coming from the other room. I could hear some slight moans coming from Erin. I sat up to hear a little better.

I could hear moans that coincided with slaps of skin on skin. I naively made my way to the door, tip-toeing as quietly as possible. When I looked out into the other room I saw Erin kneeling on the bed, facing me with her head buried into the mattress. Her husband was mounted behind her and was screwing her doggy style.

I am not a voyeur, but this sight had me curious. Her black ass was high in the air as her muscular black husband thrusted back and forth. I watched intently as he continuously rammed her from behind. My husband and I never experimented much and I was totally caught off guard by what I was witnessing.

They tried to be quiet but Erin was really starting to squeal. She was acting as if his cock was splitting her in half. He told her to keep it down as he tensed up and drove his manhood deep inside of her. I could tell by his actions and expression that he was filling her up. From my angle I could not see his black manhood but by his long thrusts I figured it to be massive. He gasped in relief as his mighty black sword was stuck deep inside of her.

I watched intently as he pulled his cock out of her and laid it on her back. I was shocked by how massive his black cock was. I could only guess but it appeared to be almost a foot long and as wide as a baseball bat.

His enormous black love muscle had me entranced as I had never seen anything so powerful in my life. It was jet black and spewing drops of cum as Erin breathed deeply and tried to recover from what obviously was a tremendous fuck session. He backed away from her and his now limp cock almost hung to the floor.

He was hung like a horse and I shuddered to think what would happen if something like that tried to penetrate my innocent white fur trap. I quietly went back into my bed and tried to fall asleep. Being eight months pregnant, I couldn’t get comfortable but after the long day I found myself drifting off.

It must have been around three in the morning when something woke me out of a deep sleep. I had a strange feeling that I wasn’t alone in the room so I fumbled around for the light next to the bed. As I turned the small light on I noticed that Erin’s husband was standing at the foot of my bed. I was groggy and startled. I asked him if something was wrong. He told me to be quiet as he didn’t want to wake his wife. He said that he noticed me in the doorway watching as he made love to his wife. Embarrassed, I apologized.

I told him that I thought I heard something and I was there for only a second. He said that it looked like I was enjoying the show. Nervous, I apologized again and said that I was justina taken off guard by it. He asked me if I liked what I saw. Startled and somewhat frightened, I lied and said I really didn’t remember since I was there for only a quick second. He then said “let me refresh your memory” as he pulled the draw string from his sweats. His pants fell loosely to the floor as his enormous black mounting rod shot out to attention.

My body trembled as I nervously asked “what are you doing”? He said “I never met a white woman who didn’t want a big black dick”. Scared, I quickly retorted, “I am a married woman, eight months pregnant, I don’t want anything from you or anyone else ”. He said, “I can see it in your eyes’ ‘.

I said “I have only been with my husband and I intend it to stay that way”. Slightly pissed, I continued, “what about your wife? She is just outside this room”. He countered “After having this massive cock, she is too tired to know what is going on”.

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