As I gaze down at his huge balls, I think, He is such a man! The thought lasts a split second before I am on him. And moaning. His rock-hard cock feel...s so good inside of my wet little pussy. I can’t stand it! I ride up and down, arching my back, squeezing him with the walls of my pussy. I rub against the head with fervor. His balls are getting soaked. Droplets from my pussy are splattering his jeans-covered thighs. I lift up my skirt so he can get an eyeful of what it’s hiding. I drop it before. .'You're not done yet, bitch" he said and I knew what he meant..I poured a big palm-full of the oil into my hand and rubbed themtogether making the oil as hot as I could...then moved both hands toDaddy's big cock and balls..saving the best for last...ohhh yes I'mgoing to give Daddy the best hand job the world has ever seen, Ithought....I suddenly remembered when I had a real girlfriend and howexcited some of them would be to give me a hand job, they way theystared at my cock and balls and. ‘Come. Come.’ he chided. ‘You offered me the use of the room, and your services. Were you serious, or being rude?’ ‘Serious of course. But…’ What else could I say? ‘Very well. We may begin.’ he continued, ‘Now, let us choose a place.’ Quietly, simply, but fully realizing that I was doing it, I released my grip. In a moment, I put myself fully in his hands, just as he required. Waves of peace floated down on me. The Maestro was setting the beat and I had only to follow it. It was not hard to. When he showed up, I was a bit surprised. He was older than I expected (Late 50's early 60's) very nice looking black man (Did I mention I only hook up with black guys???). We went upstairs and exchanged pleasantries sitting next to each other on the bed. He complimented me on my legs stroking my stocking covered thigh with his big hand. I told him to make himself comfortable, so he got undressed. He had a very nice body for a man his age, and his cock was already rock hard (I don't know if it.