"Olive looked up in hope at hearing the name Oliver again---Oliver Brandon was in his mid-thirties and was of heavy build, if notverging on being over...weight. He loved to dress in the style of a 1930sgangster, wearing a smart suit with a long overcoat hanging across hisshoulders like a cape with the out of fashion trilby style hat coveringhis short greasy hair.At school, he had been a bully; most other pupils tried to avoid him asmuch as possible; he never grew out it this and upon leaving. Watching her firm breasts bob as she moved around the kitchen and seeing the welcoming valley formed between her upper thighs when she squatted to look in the oven, I doubted my resolve to take a vow of abstinence for the next four days.Intuiting what was going through my mind, Amanda turned to face me and struck a defiant pose, placing her hands on her hips and looking me straight in the eyes. "You may think that it is unfair that you should be asked to make sacrifices when it is I who came up. Here I was, a hung black man in my bedroom, me on my knees in front of him, this was exactly where I’ve wanted to be for years. I grabbed his semi-erect dick at the base and proceeded to slap it off my cheeks and my forehead. I could feel him growing harder and harder as I smack his big black cock off of my face. I rubbed his massive black dick on my cheeks and tentatively licked the side of his rod. He looked down on me as he took over. He grabbed the base of his dick and proceeded to. He opened my trousers and fished my cock out too and we stood there wanking each off for about a min or so. I pulled his trousers all the way down and he sat in my chair and i dropped to my knees and licked the head of his hard cock just getting used to having the taste of cock in my mouth again. I then opened my mouth and slowly started to suck the head of his cock slowly working more and more of it into my mouth. After about a min or so i had got his cock nice and wet and had got a good pace.