I was kneeling between her feet and it looked like she was pulling her vagina out, a huge swelling between her legs. Her lips were stretched and round...with a segment of black ball showing. As she pulled the lips opened and more of the ball showed. Chris was panting and pulling with a steady pressure then suddenly there was a loud plop and the wet ball smacked me on the chin. I was dazed and Chris was lying back against the pillow drenched in sweat. One wrist was resting on her knee and her hand. I wanted to please him. I needed his approval. It was suddenly very important that I looked sexy to him,,, That I could make him happy like a girl would and sexually satisfy him enough that he wanted to blow his load inside me. I didn't expect it but having sex with a hung Black man felt different. I was so much more excited then all the times before and a lil nervous too.I finally made my way on top of him and started kissing down his neck and chest to his belly button when I got to his pants. That's how my elevator ride into work started this morning. Stan's little comment has got me all fired up and reading way more into it that he intended, I'm sure. But that little bit of affirmation was like a rain shower in the desert - lord knows I'm not getting enough of it at home. So you understand why I need just this one good thing in my life, right? Anyway, we get off and walk our desks (remember he sits right across me?). I open up that report I was telling you about and try to work on. I'm glad he decided to take me in. "Ready to go, Bean" He said, calling me by the nickname only he uses, as I ran down the steps."Yup, lets go" I said heading out the door and to the car. The closer we got the more excited I got. As soon as we got there I jumped out the car in search of Kim. I walked into the house and scanned the room. I said hi to my God mother and everyone there. I didn't see Kim and I didn't want to ask where she was. The longest hour of my life went by and finally she.