Let me tell you about the time my husband Nick needed a little extra help sealing the deal with a huge potential client. He called it his “Mandingo Experiment”, and made me promise to do my best work.
I Was Happy to Help
It was all on him to impress Mr. Calvin during a dinner at our house, and I was more than happy to do my part. After all, I’ve always been curious about black cock, and I was ready to give Mr. Calvin the high-class call girl experience he would never forget.
I knew I had to bring my A-game, so I put on my slinkiest dress and poured myself a glass of wine. As soon as Mr. Calvin walked in the door, I could tell he was impressed. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me, and I could see the hunger in his gaze.
Nick played the part of the gracious host, making small talk and pouring drinks. But I could tell he was nervous – this account meant everything to him. That’s when I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I Made My Move
I sidled up to Mr. Calvin, my hips swaying seductively. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “I’m very happy to have you here for a nice dinner, and I want to make sure you have the best possible experience.”
Mr. Calvin’s eyes widened, and I could see him trying to maintain his composure. But I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing his ear. “I want to give you the full treatment,” I whispered. “I want to be your cum soaked whore for the night.”
Mr. Calvin’s breath hitched, and I knew I had him. With a wink from Nick, I led this handsome black man upstairs to our bedroom, my heart pounding with excitement. I could feel his eyes on me as I stripped off my dress, revealing my lacy lingerie underneath.
I climbed onto the bed, my legs spread wide. “Take my husband’s pussy,” I commanded, my voice dripping with desire. “I want to feel you fill me up, again and again.”
He Joined the Experiment
Mr. Calvin didn’t need any more encouragement. He climbed onto the bed, his massive big black cock throbbing with need. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deep inside me. I could feel myself being stretched to the limit, my pussy constantly pulsing around his huge black cock, milking it while my gaping hole was filling up with his thick, creamy cum.
We fucked like animals, our bodies moving in a primal rhythm. I could feel myself losing control, my orgasms crashing over me like waves. Mr. Calvin grunted and groaned, his cock pumping faster and harder.
Finally, he collapsed on top of me, his body spent. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, running down my thighs. I knew I had done my job – Mr. Calvin would never forget this night, and neither would I.
As we lay there, spent and satisfied, I knew that I had helped Nick secure the account. And I also knew that I had found a new way to express my wild side. My first experience with a black man, with my husband encouraging it! From now on, I would be Nick’s secret weapon – his cum soaked whore, always ready to give him the edge he needed to succeed.
