The Postman Cums Twice

Big White Bear vs Smooth Black Cub

 My name’s De’shaun I’m 31 5’8 220 pounds, my measurements are 37-36-42. My complexation is that of deep, dark, rick ground Jamaican coffee. I have puffy, full red lips, brown eyes and short curly hair that I have dyed dirty blonde. When I was in college I ran track and played baseball, back then I weighed all of 170 and it was mostly muscle. My leg muscles were huge and my booty defined. Nearly nine years later I have added more than my share of soft, doughy fat.

 As a postman in the city of Des Moines Iowa I am required to deliver the mail on foot for much of my route. “Rain, Snow or Shine” and on my route that means on foot for least 4 hours a day of walking. When I started this job two years ago after a bad breakup I had eaten myself up to a portly 267. I needed a job that got me moving once again, I would the listing on the Federal Government job site. Just had to be willing to move and I was, so I did. Leaving Detroit Michigan for Des Moines Iowa

It was hard at first, nonetheless 2 years later, I have manage to drop nearly 47 pounds. I have always had a wonderfully round ass. Running track and playing baseball rounded my ebony layered booty cheeks into the perfect roundness of NBA official size basketballs, SOFT and pleasurable to ones touch as well as taste.

I had homosexual experiences in college, nothing special. I got a blowjob from a team mate, twice. And later I gave a blowjob to a professor, which I found hotter because he was older. Maybe it had something to do with my daddy issues or lack or having strong father figure growing up. 

 Nonetheless after college I married to what I thought was a good woman. We were both 24, the economy crashed and Detroit turned into a hell zone of vacant houses, drug dens and death. We lost the house we bought, we hate seeing each other and we went our separate ways.

Moving helped me get in touch with the side of myself I had been suppressing. I knew how to get in shape, I just needed the platform to help my broke ass do it. Being a Postman help me do just that. I want to keep my ass, but shrink my stomach. Each day I walked I wrapped my stomach in plastic wrap, this helped shape and flatten out water weight.

Five days of walking will get you tone and in shape. Des Moines Iowa is part of the American heartland, post card quality lawns and family occupied homes. The Postal uniform isn’t the most flattering. When I was a heavier I just look like a cute guy that let himself go. Now my uniform is a bit snug and it flatters my amazing small waist and huge black ass. I have black stripper booty.

I hate body hair so much that I rid myself of it up to three times a week. Whether wax or warm shaving cream, from my top lip to my toes I get rid of unsightly unwanted body hair. I attempt to be as smooth as the day I was born. In the last two years I have had only a handful of man on man sexually experiences. Mostly blow and go from guys I meet in passing at the adult bookstore. My first I went to watch a movie and a thick black cock pushed its way into my booth.

I didn’t know what to do with it should I touch it, sucked it or what? In my confusion and lack of action the thick black cock retreated. The next time I went to the bookstore, I went to same both and I pushed my cock through the hole. And the warmest mouth accepted my 8 inch cock, the tongue felt like it had done this hundreds of times. I wanted to grad the head of the unknown cocksucker on the other side of the wall but could not. I came waves upon waves of soul freeing cum down the throat of some unknown recipient. 

For me the book store is a hollow experience with no real contact it felt wrong. I wasn’t looking for love but I at least wanted to be touched and admired. I began looking for sexual partners along my route. I knew a couple of the people I worked with had been starring at my ass, nonetheless it’s unwise to look for sex where you work.

After I got my weight down to what I considered SEXY. I would makes sure, I kept my skin baby soft with daily morning and evening applying handfuls of warm coco butter and coconut oil to my baby soft skin. Each morning I went my apartment wearing a cute G-string and the tightest uniform pants I could get my 42 inch hips into with splitting them wide open.

I was the happy cute, queer Postman delivering mail looking for morning or afternoon sex with a lucky guy. And in nearly a year, nothing. I mean everyone on my route was either too old-70 and up, to Racist-Confederate Flag is a turn off, homophobic or happily married. But on that changed when a house on my route that had been vacant was sold.

I remember the day I deliver that John Luszski, standing 6’4 weighing in a burly 270. John was tan with salt n pepper hair that was neatly cropped and he had a thick checkered moustache. The weather was typical May day in Des Moines Iowa, it could easily be 80 or just as easily 32 with snow showers. On I day I met John it was a pleasant 74 degrees. 

John has unpacking boxes from his older dodge SUV. I felt a strange feeling as I approached not fear but more like that feeling you get when you met someone that sets off a signal that reaches deep inside. You know it could of tickles and you feel unsure about what to say. I cleared my throat, smiling I broke the ice with. “Hi, you moving in?” Which was dumb, dumb I thought to myself. A car full of boxes, what else could he be doing. Robbing a vacant building?

John smile was genuine, friendly and inviting. A mouth filled with pearly white teeth replied. “Why yes I am. Would you mind giving me a quick hand with my 72 inch flat screen I don’t want to leave that baby in the van.” I didn’t know, isn’t that the line straight out of SERIAL KILLER handbook 101?

I replied, “Ok I am not supposed to do stuff like that, but it’s a two man job so let’s just get it over with.” John was delighted and he replied. “That’s the right spirit. I will be in your debt.” I helped John bring his 72 inch into his 3 room bungalow. Boxes were scattered across the living room area. John and I walked his pet item back to the master bedroom and we place it down near the private bathroom door.

John let out a loud sound of relief. “Whew, thank you. What’s your name?” I replied, De’shaun. Then I asked, “You from Des Monies?” John ran his fingers threw his hair and replied. “Naw I’m from Davenport, divorce, new job starting over. You heard the story before. Dam wife got everything but my SUV, my TV and my balls.”

We shared a brief laugh. I replied. “I know the feeling. My divorced moved me from Detroit to here. New life, new beginnings.” We stood in his vacant bedroom for a long time before either one of us uttered a word. I wanted to say more, but was knew to all of this. I excused myself, muttered something about work and let in a hurry. Later that night I could not get my mind off John.

I whipped out my 9 inch purple color dildo and begun rubbing it alongside my growing cock. I wondered what John look like naked, I could not help but wonder what this older guy would do with my soft kissable lips.

With a mind of its own the purple dildo went straight for my thick ruby lips, I placed the fake penis in my mouth. With each thrust of my hand, I want it to be a real flesh and bone human cock. I had worked myself up and I need a man. Instead I took the wet dildo out my mouth and gently placed the first four inches of the rubber monster up my still virgin bunghole. And that’s how I feel asleep.

I awoke hornier than usual, I did an enema to ensure I would remove all waste from the night before. Because I wanted to go to work with my anal plug firmly tucked under my lace panties and teal uniform. My plan was to rearrange my route so I could do John’s house last. Personally hand him his mail and see it there was really a spark there. Lucky for me it was May in Iowa and on this day it was a humid 84 degrees and chance of severe thunderstorms.

My day starts at 645am when I check in at work and get the mail from the sorter. I begin my route around 8am M-F and I am finished in six hours unless there happens to be bad weather. My plan was working like a charm and the weather would be the excuse I needed to see John face to face.

 I was running ahead of schedule and I had finished my route nearly 90 minutes early. But I was now sweaty and feeling sticky. The sky had turned an angry shade of blue and black. When I got to John’s home the wind was gusting rain was here and hail was falling from the sky. I rung John’s bell twice. It took a few moments, before this husky bear of a man came to his door dressed only in a bland white robe. I was soaking wet, a major storm was brewing and I was holding his mail.

John’s steel blue eyes warmed to the sight of me standing soaking wet on his doorstep he’s deep voice had a warmth to it. “Wow look at you. Hey come one it, I just heard we are under a severe thunderstorm alert.” With that a big crack of lightning followed by house rattling thunder, helped nudged me into John’s home. I entered and I could see a few boxes had been un packed.

John locks his door and directs me to his kitchen. I did my best to contain my hidden desire, nonetheless I did find my hips switching as I walked. My butt plug had been firmly wedged my ass for nearly 4 hours and I need to take it out. I asked John, “May I use you restroom?” 

John nodded ok, “ I remember where his bedroom was and I headed that way I was through his door before he said. “Not that one!”, in an excited voice. I had just broken through the doorway when my eyes became fixed on the image of John on his his 72 inch flat screen fucking another dude.

I stood there for a very long time admiring John’s back muscles as he gripped the hips of some chubby white dude. I don’t know how long John was standing behind me, before I felt his hands on my shoulders. John whispers in my ear. “Do you like what you see?” I muttered, “I, I have a butt plug in that I need to remove.” I don’t know why I said it, but it was the truth.

John spun me around so he could grab handfulls of my lovely fat ass cheeks. He looks into my eyes and said in a soft voice. “ I knew there was something about you. I’m a TOP, I do give head. I like to kiss and I will rim clean ass. I got 10 inches of hard & sweaty and I never had any chocolate ass pussy EVER!”

I close my eyes as John leans forward and our lips lightly touch. I needed to be held, to be wanted, to be touch, to be desired. I could feel our tongues fighting the fight that lust instructs these instruments of desire to wage in our benefit. John’s mouth kissed and sucked on the tender side of my neck driving me wild with desire. I could feel John’s hungry hands clawing at my skin tight uniform, attempting to get at my warm flesh. I whispered,” let my take off these wet clothes.” John countered I was just about to shower, I work nights. So this is my morning and if you are interested I got morning wood.” 

I giggle as I stepped out of his embrace, I don’t know if John heard my school girl squeal of gleam as I stripped down to bare ass me. I stood in front of a white 40 year old man that loves to film himself fucking, I don’t know what I had gotten myself into but I had no plans on backing out now.

John took a few moments to admire the naked man who bared what he had to offer before saying. “How did you get all that wonderful ass? I mean dam, you got a great ass.” I replied, “Hard work and McDonalds.’ In the bathroom, I quickly rid my love hole of its passenger butt plug and placed it in the sink as John and I entered the shower. 

The warm water and, vanilla scented body wash that John was using to soap my body had my 8 inch cock hard and ready for action. John stood behind me his left hand had firm grip of my willing black cock. My hips rocked back and I could feel John grind his thick powerful legs into mine.

A warm, heavy eel being began poking it’s way long my fleshy booty cheeks. The rain was heavy and the thunder louder, we were enjoying the shower when the lights went out. The water was still warm, but it was dark as night to be only 230pm on a Friday. As much as we were both trapped in lust, we knew it was better to exit the shower.

I followed John’s lead, stepping out the shower John was behind me, he whispers in my ear. Take a hold of my cock, I will be behind you guiding you in the direction we need to go. Just reach behind you had grab on.” I think I giggled as my right hand reaches behind my back and encounters a thick, warm eel like creature begging for attention.

I stroke John’s white cock as he nudged me left, then, right, then left again. We arrived at where he wanted, John lit two candles on either side of his makeshift bed. Which I mean two mattress placed over a box spring. John reaches inside his dresser and pulls out a bottle of baby gel. His strong white man begun to rub it all over my soft, portly, dark chocolate body. 

If I was a cat I swear you could hear me purring as John applied the oil all over my body. I could hear him saying. “Shit I wish I had charged my camera. I am gonna fuck that pretty black until you are bow legged. Get on your knees and suck this dick.”

I gladly compiled, I rubbed John’s heavy white dick across my face like it was my daily wash cloth. My thick, juicy red lips placed soft kisses along the under belly of the thick white snake that want my ebony virginity. Look a greedy bird, I allow John to place the tip of his white meat in my mouth. My tongue licked at the monstrous head as inch by inch I was being fed John’s manhood. His hands hold my head in place as the warm hard organ filled my mouth. I push his hands off my head so I can control the flow of white cock to black mouth.

I want to suck it not get face fucked. I ask, “I never tried 69ing. You up for that?” John smiles ushers me up so we can lay on the bed. John gets on the bottom laughing as he requested. “Put that sweet black dick in my mouth. It’s all shaved and snickers looking. Sit on my face.” I did just that, slowly lowering strobing cock to John’s open mouth. Much like my first time in the adult bookstore, the feeling of a warm, hot mouth had my head swimming with years of pent up lust.

 I allowed my hips to fuck John’s face for a bit allowing, his tongue to dwelling with my 8 inch chocolate saber. All while John’s 10 inch mallet waited for his turn in the ring. The biggest thing I had in my ass was my 6 inches of my 9 inch purple dildo. 

I lean forward so I can use my left hand to stroke John’s inpatient white cock. I wanted to devour it some more so I allowed the tip to touch my thick black lips. And I sucked on the very tip of John’s white cock like an infant sucking on a pacifier. It must have work because John’s mouth turned into a Hoover vacuum and the pressure it put on my cock I just want to fuck his face.

John’s hands massaged my phat black ass, as my hips rolled and my black cock fucked his thin white lips. My pretty mouth wanted more and I lovingly inhaled the next five inches of hot white cock meat. John’s hips begun slamming up attempting to force more dick than my mouth could handle.

I could not handle it anymore, I shot my load down John’s throat and he didn’t stop taking it until he had sucked every drop out of me. I rolled off of John panting trying to catch my breath. One hand stroking his cock, the other fondling my collapsing tower.

John’s voice was dripping with lust and a bit of cum. He tells me, “I want to rim you, Face Up Ass Down, please.” How could I not compile? I did as John instructed, and the first touch of his tongue to my virgin starburst, let the warm feeling of just getting into the shower all over my body. John’s hands pried and squeeze my plump black ass cheeks as his lips and tongue shower my ass with the attention then crave.

I thrust my hips back, like a greedy dog in heat. I whimper, “I, I’m a virgin. Never had anything but my dildo. Let me ride that big white dick.” John replies, “Ok, but I like to fuck doggy style. We are gonna do that first.” I moaned, “Ok.” John oils up his white saber. He smacks me across my fat black ass just to watch my booty cheeks quiver by candle light. John whisper. “Dam I like the sight of black booty cheeks jiggling in the morning. Just relax, it might hurt a bit, but I will be gentle.”

With that I braced myself as I could feel John’s heavy white eel moving across my ass cheeks like an ALIEN from the horror movies. Rubbing its self along my parting crack, moving my fleshy black ass cheeks out of its primal path.. John positioned his hips so that the head of his cock was starring directly into NIVERVA. I felt my pretty fat black ass had been begging to be dick down for the last two years and now here it was happening. As John slowly fed my virgin black bunghole his massive white tool. I did my best to relax and allow my hips to match his. My yes must have rolled back in my head as feeling of pleasure wash over me.

It must have been around 4-6 inches in or so when his cock touch my prostrate. And that’s when the fucking began. I was overcome with animal style lust, John wasn’t moving. I was throwing my hips back and grinding while moaning. “Yes, yes, yes!” John smacks me on my ass and said. “Ride that white dick ! You sexy black bitch! Fuck that cock you bitch! Dam you might be a keeper!”

Granted, I was fucking his dick like a dog in heat and I probably would take his cum way deep in my bowels. Nonetheless I came down his greedy white throat like I was putting out a fire in his belly. He ate my pretty black booty hole like it was fresh fruit. Riddle me this, how am I the only bitch in the room? 

All those thoughts were quickly pushed out my head, by John’s big white dick slamming into my pretty black ass hole. I thought he was about to cum when he pulled out. Instead he laid on the bed so I could straddle him. Now that how I had fantasized it, riding tall dick, cowgirl style. I wish I had bought my cowboy hat I thought as I mounted John. I placed my hands on his grey and black haired chest to balance myself.

I felt John’s white cock standing fully mast. It aggressively throbs against my booty cheeks. With little over no help, John’s white cock finds its way back to my no longer virgin man pussi. My asshole accepts the tip head of John’s dick like they were old friends, embracing white cock, hoping to heal the world’s social ills. Accepting inch by inch up my fat, happy black booty. If quivers as I ride John’s cock, occasionally leaning down to give him big sloppy kisses. As I predicted John shot his load deep inside me and I rode his dick until I thought I broke it. Neither one of had noticed that the storm had passed, since the lights were still out. 

 That was two years ago and John and I now live together, we throw sex parties on the side. Charging 120 per person to attend, the last one had over 200 people. Remember the Postman usually comes twice.