.. Didn't matter. They were black, and male, and they knew what I was.And honestly, the winter had been hard on me. I hadn't been to the market as o...ten as I used to go. I was black cock deprived. Of course, doing it in the house with my son made things a little tricky. I slugged down a couple fingers of my husband's Maker's Mark while I waited, and while it didn't really have time to hit my head, the warmth that spread out from my belly kept me from jumping out of my skin when the doorbell. Would it really be so bad if Ilse would fill that role? She seemed to possess all the right qualities. She had a lot of love to give, a great personality, and a smoking hot body. The only real disadvantage was that she was several years older. I could get along well with her kids, so that wasn’t really an issue. I had my smartphone in my hand, wanting to call her, but I couldn’t think of what I should say. I ran into the same problem while trying to write a message on WhatsApp, I couldn’t even. We are due to try something different.’ I tell him. ‘Something different? Isn’t that what our little romp in the spa was?’ ‘Yeah, but, variety is the spice of life, and I need to have you fill me up.’ We move out of position, I take some pillows to support underneath me, then I position myself so that my tight little ass is in the air, my back arched to make him go in deeper. As he enters me, I moan with pleasure. He starts moving in and out slowly, almost teasing me with his length. The girth. I couldn't possibly fathom how my no nonsense, six-foot-eight, muscular, head-shaved, tattooed coach could possibly be taking somebody's cock in his muscular ass."You love big black dick in your ass don't you, Coach?" the voice asked, clearly enjoying his power over a man who was technically his superior."Yes," Coach Price admitted, no hint of embarrassment in his tone."Tell me what you want, Coach," the guy ordered.Coach's tone had no hint of his normal aggression, but instead was one of.