Arthur’s eyes again bugged out when he observed this large, muscular coal black man walking toward the kitchen. I chuckled inwardly as I watched a ...hick, long black cock swinging between his legs. I saw Arthur drop his head and he cowered in his chair. “Hey, wimp,” Jackson said, “You like seeing my cum coming out of your wife’s pussy? Maybe you would like to suck and clean it out of her so I can fuck her again”. Arthur slowly got up and slumped as he walked down the hall to his bedroom. . I was on the edge of pain and pleasure from the hard on trapped in my pants throughout our conversation. As I was detailing how my wife and I suck on our dildo together he finally had enough. He reached for his zipper and undid his pants. I did not miss a word as I was there to help him release his magnificent cock from his pants. I reached for his cock and took it in my hands, I could not speak. His cock was so fucking hard and I could see the pre-cum on the tip. I was ready to shoot my load. She wanted to be fucked so badly by every pygmy cock in the village, as if she needed to consume the defensless little black folk with her aching vagina, she felt ravenous, predatory, slutty with extreme prejudice, she wanted their cum, was desperate for it. "It's a white fucking christmas for you hot little fucking human dildo's, you're all mine you hear me? I'm never letting you get away from this hungry white pussy..." she babbled on, immediately getting hold of her trousers once they had. He licked up my ears and cheeks and ran his fingers into my hair. He said, “Poppa wants a kiss.” I kissed him again with a little tongue. He shook his head and looked down. He was opening his pants and pulling out a flaccid cock. “No,” he said. “This poppa right here wants a kiss.”“Aw,” I said, taking it into my hand and rubbing the loose skin. “Wakey, wakey,” I said to it, to which Buddy laughed a little. I continued as it got bigger. Then I knelt down onto the tiled floor. He held his head up.