Slummin It – Sarah

Sarah Madison led an idyllic life. Everything seemed like it fell into place for her. Although, she hadn’t been one of the really popular girls in high school, she was definitely close to the top of the pecking order. Sarah was a pretty girl and an excellent student. She never had trouble getting dates either in high school or in college. She grew up in an upper middle-class home. While in college, she met her future husband Jimmy Madison, and upon graduation, they were married.

Jimmy’s claim to fame was that his great great great etc. grandfather was the fourth president of the United States, and the family named at least one male in each generation after the ex-president. And that was Jimmy, and he pointed it out to everyone he met. Jimmy graduated from an ivy league school and took a job as a financial advisor in Chicago. Even though Sarah was concerned about moving to the murder capital of America, she finally acquiesced, and they moved into a moderately sized suburban house. As Sarah was raising their children, Jimmy was moving up in his company. As Jimmy serviced bigger and bigger clients, he found himself traveling frequently.

Through the years, the Madisons moved into larger and larger houses as Jimmy’s salary and bonuses increased. Their children attended private schools and they eventually joined one of the more exclusive country clubs outside of Chicago. Since the Madisons hosted many parties for their neighbors, Jimmy’s co-workers, fellow club members and others in their social strata, Sarah became an expert at planning and hosting. She also served her role as ‘loving wife’ and arm candy for Jimmy. Basically, Sarah led a sheltered, albeit privileged life.

Sarah was 44 years old when their youngest daughter left for college. She was still an attractive woman at 5’5″ tall and 120 pounds. She had light brown hair and green eyes. Her curves were all in the right place and she always turned men’s heads when she walked in to a room. However, with both kids out of the house, Sarah was becoming bored. She needed something to do.

After searching for a few months, she finally decided to volunteer at the local museum. Although Jimmy had never wanted Sarah to work, he felt differently about her volunteer work. It looked good in Jimmy’s company if the spouses volunteered for community activities.

Sarah enjoyed her volunteer work at the admissions desk, souvenir shop and cataloging displays. When the museum received some items on loan from a Boston Museum, Sarah worked many hours cataloging and helping to place the items on display. Since Jimmy was traveling, she offered to work extra hours.

She was sitting at a large table listing arrowheads and other items from the Pawtucket and the Merrimack Indians when she sensed someone watching her. She jumped when she saw a young black man standing in the doorway. He had on jeans and a tee shirt and looked well over six feet tall. “Wh-who are y-y-you?” Sarah asked as she began looking for her purse that held her pepper spray.

The young man smiled and said, “I’m the janitor here. Who are you?”

Her voice quivered as she said, “I-I-I’m S-sarah. I-I’m a v-volunt-teer. Wh-who are y-you?”

“I’m Deshawn,” he said as he moved towards her. “How long are you going to be here?”

“I-I’ll be done in about an hour.”

As Deshawn sat down next to Sarah, she felt like moving away, but stopped when she thought that he might be insulted if she did. She noticed that her hand trembled as she continued to list the items, and Deshawn watched closely. After a few minutes, he reached over and put his hand on hers. He said, “Your hands are soft.”

Sarah had never been touched by a black person in her life. She didn’t want to offend the young black man, but she was petrified of him. She left her hand in place for almost a minute before gently pulling her hand away and picking up a small piece of a bowl. “I-I-I ha-have to g-get back to w-work,” she said noticing that her hands were still shaking.

Deshawn stood and walked slowly behind her and put his big hands on her shoulders making her whole body stiffen. She had butterflies in her stomach, but she was scared of the young man. He began to slowly massage her stiff shoulders and said, “Your shoulders are tight, Sarah. Let Deshawn help loosen you up.”

Sarah can’t remember ever being as scared as she was then. As his big black hands dug into her shoulders and upper arms, she closed her eyes. He definitely knew what he was doing, she thought. She leaned her head back and let him massage her shoulders for a few minutes, all the while knowing it was wrong. A light moan escaped from her mouth. His hands slowly worked their way down her chest until he grasped her breasts and squeezed. “Ohhhh!” She moaned again.

As he squeezed again, she snapped out of her trance and grabbed his hands, pulling them from her breasts. “Please,” she pleaded. “P-please stop. I-I’m a m-married wo-woman.” Her stomach was churning with fear and anticipation and she knew that her nipples were hard.

Deshawn stepped back, reached down and lifted Sarah to her feet. He turned her around and looked into her green eyes. Sarah looked back into his eyes and was afraid to look away. He smirked at her and said, “Meet me tomorrow night at 7:00 at Treyvon’s Bar over on Blakely Street. You know the place?”

Sarah’s mouth was open as she numbly nodded her head. “But I-I c-can’t ge… ”

Deshawn put his finger over her mouth and added, “And wear something sexy. Understand?”

Again, she numbly nodded her head. “I-I c-can’t m-meet y-y-you D-Deshaw… ”

“Be there!” He demanded as he dropped his hands and squeezed her breasts again before turning and leaving the room.

Sarah tried and tried to get back to her cataloging, but to no avail. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the young black man who had touched her body and squeezed her breasts. She knew she wouldn’t venture out to Treyvon’s tomorrow, even though her husband was still on the road. Finally, after a half hour of frustration at not being able to work, she packed up and went home.

When she lay in bed that night, she thought of the black man who had taken liberties with her body. ‘Why hadn’t she slapped his hands away?’ She thought to herself. ‘Could she ever work alone in the museum again without him scaring her and touching her again?’

Sarah was off the next day and she tried to stay busy to keep her mind off what had happened the night before. As evening approached, she felt herself getting butterflies in her stomach. She put her hand on her breasts and noticed that her nipples were hard. ‘What was going on?’ She thought. She laid in the bathtub and couldn’t get the young man out of her mind. When she finished her bath, she looked in her closet and realized she had nothing even remotely sexy.

‘Wait! Why was she even thinking about wearing something sexy?’ She wondered to herself. As she continued to ponder what was going on with her, she put on a matching black bra and panties set and then dressed in a pair of mid-thigh shorts and a sleeveless blouse.

She pulled in to the parking lot of Treyvon’s Bar at 7:15 and sat in the car watching people enter and leave. She knew she would never voluntarily come to a dump like this. Her stomach was churning and she was scared. She looked down and saw that her nipples were as hard as rocks. She slowly got out of the car and walked to the door of the dirty bar. She walked through the door at 7:28. By the time she realized that she was the only white person in the bar, Deshawn was walking across the bar to her. As he reached her, she also realized that there was only one other woman in the bar.

As she looked up at the young man, she realized he was a foot taller than her. His jeans were dirty and his tee shirt was torn and he held a cigarette in his hand. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him and lowered his lips to hers. Her body trembled and she felt a tingling feeling inside. As he kissed her, she felt her fear gradually turning into something else. It was a feeling that she hadn’t felt for a long time — lust. She knew that she wanted Deshawn to take her. To make her his tonight. To use her white body.

When he broke the kiss, they turned towards the bar and Deshawn put his hand possessively on her ass. Sarah was still scared, and began thinking about where the evening was headed. She knew that she was about to cheat Jimmy for the first time. And it wasn’t going to be with someone in their social circle. It wasn’t going to be with a handsome white man of her own age. It wasn’t going to be a romantic evening together. It was going to be with a dirty young black thug, who was a janitor at the museum. As she stood at the bar sipping a drink with Deshawn’s hand on her ass, she felt her body tremble in anticipation of what was to come.

They stayed at the bar for almost an hour. Several of Deshawn’s friends drifted over to briefly chat and check out the older white woman that they knew their friend was going to fuck. His hands drifted freely over her ass and breasts as they talked with Deshawn’s friends. Every so often, she would lightly moan at his touch.

As they finished their drinks, Deshawn said, “Pay for the drinks and then let’s get out of here and get to the main event.” She reached into her purse and put a fifty on the counter as the bartender smiled knowingly at the woman that he knew was about to get fucked like she had never been fucked before.

As they left the bar, he had his arm draped over her shoulder with his hand squeezing and manipulating her breast. He led the obedient older woman out the door and around the corner into the alley. Sarah thought his car must be parked nearby, but she was surprised when he stopped and turned to her, again lowering his lips onto hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and she reciprocated knowing that she would do whatever this man wanted. His hands found her breasts and he squeezed and then began twisting her hard nipples.

“Ohhhh!” She moaned. “Mmmm, that feels nice.” Even though she was still slightly trembling, it was no longer fear; it was anticipation.

Deshawn stepped back and unzipped his pants pulling out a semi-erect cock. Her eyes were like saucers as she stared at the big black cock thinking that it’s much bigger than Jimmy’s. “Suck it,” he commanded as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Sarah had only sucked Jimmy’s cock a few times during their twenty plus years together, but she didn’t hesitate at all. She quickly moved towards his cock even though it smelled awful. She almost gagged, but she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, and then its length. The smell was nauseating, but she engulfed as much of his cock into her mouth and began sucking.

As she sucked the young black man’s cock, she thought, ‘What would my friends think if they could see me now? Here I am; an upper-class Chicago socialite, kneeling in a filthy alley in downtown Chicago sucking a black janitor’s cock.’ The young man face-fucked the pretty middle-age woman until he grabbed her head with both hands and filled her mouth with his cum. She began chocking as she tried to swallow his cum, but he wouldn’t let loose of her head. Finally, she had swallowed all of it. He smirked down at the woman, and then helped her to her feet.

When she got to her feet, he grabbed her hand and said, “Follow me.”

He led her deeper in to the alley until they reached an old rusty Ford pickup truck. He opened the drivers’ side door and said, “Get in.” She quickly climbed into the truck and slid across the seat knocking fast-food wrappers, a potato chip bag and an almost empty whiskey bottle onto the floor with the other trash. He started the truck and drove from the alley. He asked, “How old are you?”

“I-I-I’m forty-four.” Deshawn nodded his head. “What about you Deshawn? How old are you?” She asked, although she was fearful of what he might say.

He grinned evilly at her and said, “I’m 20,” as he put his hand on her thigh possessively. “Have you ever fucked anyone who was just half as old as you?”

Sarah looked sadly down at the floor of the pickup truck. She shook her head no as she thought that she was about to have sex with a man the same age as her children. She began thinking that maybe she should reconsider when his hand slid up under the hem of her shorts. He gently squeezed her thigh as his hand moved higher. Sarah wanted to stop him, but realized that he might hurt her if she objected.

Before Sarah worked up the nerve to stop him from squeezing her leg, they pulled up next to a run-down trailer. She saw a couple of cars rusting in the yard along with a broken-down lawn mower, a 55-gallon drum, empty paint cans, beer bottles and all kinds of junk. She knew that her trembling was now caused more by fear than anticipation as he demanded, “Get out of the truck.”

Sarah climbed out the passenger side and walked to the front of the truck where Deshawn was waiting. He reached out and squeezed her breasts. He sensed her body shaking and that made him smirk at the older white woman. She closed her eyes as he unbuttoned her blouse and slid it from her shoulders onto the ground. When he squeezed her breasts again, she moaned, “Mmmm.” He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside leaving her standing in his cluttered yard with her breasts exposed. As he tweaked and twisted her bare nipples, she continued to moan.

He put his hands on her hips and turned her around facing away from him and then put both arms around her and held her large breasts. “Ohhh! Mmmm! Oh my!” She moaned as he continued massaging her breasts.

He continued massaging her breasts with his right hand and slid his left hand down across her stomach. He felt the goosebumps on her skin and felt her trembling. When his hand reached her waist, she subconsciously sucked in her stomach and his hand easily slid down the front of her shorts. Her panties were soaking wet and as he slid a finger into her sopping pussy, she screamed and came on his hand. He gently fingered her pussy until her climax ended. Her legs were weak and she would have fallen to the ground if Deshawn hadn’t held her upright with one hand on her breasts and the other in her pussy.

She turned around and looked up in to Deshawn’s big brown eyes before putting her arms around his neck and pulling his head down for a kiss. As she kissed him and pushed her tongue into his mouth, he unfastened and slid her shorts and panties over her big hips. After they fell to her ankles, he smirked as he felt her voluntarily step out of them to be completely naked in front of him.

Deshawn stepped back and looked down at the smaller woman in front of him. Her body wasn’t as tight and firm as the 20-year-old girls he was used to fucking. It had a few wrinkles and minor sags, but it was still a hot body, especially on a 44-year-old white slut.

He said, “Let’s go inside and fuck, bitch.” He turned and walked towards the trailer.

“Ple-please don-don’t call m-me a b-bitch, Deshawn.”

He stopped and turned. “But you are a bitch, Sarah. You’re a wealthy respected white woman. You’re 44-years-old and you have a husband and a family. And yet, here you are standing naked and about to get your hot white pussy fucked by a nigger who is half your age that you didn’t even know until yesterday. You’re a bitch. Now you tell me what you are.”

Sarah looked down at the ground. She knew he was right. If anyone saw her now, her reputation would be in tatters. Her husband would divorce her and her children would disown her.

“Tell me,” he quietly insisted.

She looked up at the young black man. She had tears in her eyes as she admitted, “I guess I’m a bitch.”

“You are a bitch,” he smirked as he grabbed her hand and led her into his trailer. She noticed that the inside was as much a disaster as the outside. There was clothes and bottles everywhere. A couple of old empty pizza boxes were on the old torn couch. The linoleum was cracked and split and the ash tray was overflowing. The place stunk. He led her back to the single bedroom and threw everything on the bed on to the floor.

“Get on the bed, bitch,” he commanded as he began removing his clothes.

She laid on the stained and smelly bed and, in a few seconds, she saw his cock dangling over her face. Without a second thought, she opened her mouth as he pushed his swelling cock inside. She licked and sucked until he was hard. As he withdrew his cock, she lunged for it, eliciting a grin from him. “You can suck it later, slut. When we’re finished.”

She knew she should feel offended that this young black thug had called her a slut, but her thoughts were interrupted when he moved between her waiting legs. He gently moved the tip of his cock against her wet pussy and felt her trying to hump him. His hands were on her breasts as he slid his big cock into her warm wet slit making her cum almost immediately. She was completely impaled on his big cock.

“Ohhh yessss!” She yelled. “Ahhhhh!” When her orgasm subsided, he began pumping his cock into her without regard to her comfort or feelings. “Arrrrggh! Uunnngggggg! Oh f-f-fuckkk!” Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms were tight around his neck. He continued to maul her breasts and kiss her.

Deshawn pounded the older woman’s cunt for almost 20 minutes before dumping his load into her pussy. He didn’t know or care how many orgasms Sarah had, but he knew she had quite a few. Both of them were soaked with sweat when they finally finished and lay next to each other. Sarah was exhausted. She had never been fucked like that, and she lay with a silly grin of satisfaction and contentment on her pretty face.

Deshawn knew from the first time he saw Sarah that he would fuck her one way or another. He thought the older white woman would be just another mediocre fuck, but he had to admit that she really seemed to get in to it and fuck him back. And he knew she couldn’t have faked the enjoyment and pleasure that gotten from their joining. As he lay on his back, with his hands behind his head, smirking at the ceiling while remembering how easily he had seduced Sarah, he felt her roll against him. She put one of her shapely legs across his and put her arm across his chest. After a few minutes, she lifted up and began kissing his sweaty chest.

“Th-that was the m-most intense sex I’ve ever had, Deshawn. Wow! How d-did a 20-year-old man learn to pleasure a woman like that?”

He looked down at her and said, “Kiss me, slut.” She leaned up and kissed him. She was no longer bothered by whatever he chose to call her. “Listen to me, bitch. Your hot white cunt was made for black cock.”

“Mmm Hmm. I think you may be right. That was wonderful.”

They lay together for a while before Deshawn asked, “What time does your husband get home tonight?”

She licked some sweat from his chest before lifting her head and saying, “He’s out of town tonight and won’t get back until tomorrow.” Her hand slowly slid down to his flaccid cock. As she began moving her hand along its length, she said, “Can we do it again?”

“Clean my cock with your mouth, slut, and then we’ll talk.”

Sarah quickly went down and began sucking and licking Deshawn’s sticky black cock. She was beginning to enjoy its funky smell and taste, and was happy when she noticed that it began to come back to life. She continued to lick it from its tip to its base until it was hard. She climbed on top of Deshawn and reached down and slid his cock into her waiting cunt. “Uuunnng!” She moaned as she slid all the way down on his cock.

Deshawn’s hands found the white woman’s big breasts and he smiled as he looked at the contrast between his rough black hands and her smooth white tits. He squeezed and slapped her tits which made her squeal and cum quicker as she bounced on his cock.