I liked his act and I moan..”aahhhhh”. then he started kissing my neck and ears and biting them..I was moaning….”yah….baby do that more hars...ly…love me…I was waiting for this moment since such a long time…..please make me naked…make me your whore..your slut….”He instantly removed my nighty and I was there before him in just a bra and a panty which almost revealed my assets. He then started kissing my cleavage and sucking my beasts over my bra. as he was doing this, I caught hold of his monster. ” That was my moment of truth. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my head as I picked up that little carton; could I make love to Jamal? Would I? What would it feel like having another man fuck me, and a black man at that! I’d heard all the usual stuff about the enormous size of black men’s cocks. Was it true? I’d been faithful to Alan for seven years and only two other guy before we met; surely one little fling wouldn’t hurt; after all, it was Alan who. And so, I sucked every last drop out of his delicious dick. When the flow started, I almost came myself. I wrote "Almost."The beautiful man collapsed onto his back and took some deep breaths. I gently stroked his body as I also got my "wind." He soon sat up, smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I fumbled through my pants to find his "fee" and placed it next to him, with a major wad of more bills as a "tip."He jumped down, hugged me, placed the money in his pants and took my hand, opening the door. The next day, I received her resume which I forwarded to the HR team in my organization. After that, I again immersed myself in work, losing track of what happened to that resume.One fine day during summers, while working at my desk, a tall lady approached me and thanked me for my help. I was a bit flummoxed by this gesture. She then introduced herself as Neha. I took a couple of seconds to register that she was the same lady I had referred for a job.We exchanged pleasantries and spoke for a.