When her youngest ******* was entered into the private pre-kindergarten school that Peter had arranged, Brenda set her sights on getting back out into the world. She didn’t like being a mom and took little pleasure in anything more than making sure the children were cared for and had what they needed for the week.
Brenda set out to find some regular employment and wound up working in an entry-level analyst position for the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development located in the Plaza. Brenda wasn’t used to the commute, and almost thought about quitting, but knew that meant she would have to deal with her children, so she figured out how to get to work more easily and stuck with it.
Brenda was happy to be out of the house and took care to make sure she did a good job with her assignments. Brenda found the people at her job to be quite different than the ones she was used to in Chicago. The capital area had a lot more black people working in positions that had them in close proximity to their white coworkers in the office environment. Brenda realized it was because she was working for the federal government that she saw so many black people every day that didn’t make fun of her because of her looks or her sense of fashion. She saw many of the black women at work wearing some wonderful-looking outfits, nice dresses, and captivating blouses.
She asked one of the older black women in her section where they got those nice-looking blouses from, and the woman told her she had to go shopping at one of the malls in Tyson’s Corner or go downtown D.C. and stroll the shops, just be careful because she could wind up spending a pretty penny for something she really liked. Brenda decided she would just get a lot of nice blouses and black work pants to wear and not worry about it. Because of her odd shape and larger size, she found it awkward to try and find dresses and skirts that fit her well. In the past, she and her mom would often make her things, but she knew she had to figure something different out these days.
Brenda also saw that there were plenty of black men that greeted her well and didn’t have negative comments about her size or looks. She knew she hadn’t become beautiful overnight, but she could tell that her size and looks didn’t seem to matter as much with the black men she encountered. Brenda was feeling ready to get back to the interracial sort of sex she most enjoyed, and she set about a plan to do so.
Brenda told Peter she needed to get back to enjoying herself sexually. Peter didn’t take offense, because they had already spoke about Brenda engaging in the type of sex she liked when things were settled with their boys. Brenda told him that she had found a nice motel off Baltimore Avenue that was safe and clean. It was close enough that, if there was ever an emergency, she could be home within the hour. She told Peter, once she found someone, she would let him know.
Brenda kept her eye out for her opportunity, and within the week found it when going to one of the local takeout places for lunch. Snapper was the line cook and dishwasher for the Rusty Bowl, a couple of blocks from the plaza. Brenda saw him noticing her the last time she went there to get some lunch. Snapper was a 6’2, hefty man probably almost three hundred pounds. He had a gold tooth that shined when he smiled, and a bald head underneath his cloth cook’s hat. Brenda saw him looking at her when she was checking out the food display. She had put on more than a few pounds since the birth of her two children, so she was larger and had more curve to her butt than she previously possessed. When she paid for her container of food, he spoke to her and told her good day and to come again. He didn’t say anything to anyone else, and she kept that in mind.
She remembered that one of her Chicago suitors had told her that, if a brother was really interested in a woman, he would find a way to let the woman know. He told her not to romanticize it, just to understand that black men have always had to be careful when it comes to dealing with women, especially if they wanted to deal with white women, so don’t let the fake stuff the movies, the church, and your mama fool you about how people meet. He told her, listen to the music, your professors, and your grandmother about how it goes down, and you’ll see the truth.
Brenda went back to the Rusty Bowl on Thursday for a late lunch with an index card in her pocket. On it she put her first name, the name of the motel, and the words, “BYOB – after 6 p.m., No Overnight.” There were a few customers inside, leftovers from the lunch rush that she had hoped to avoid. Brenda was excited, and her body language must have given her away. Snapper looked over the counter and asked if she was alright. She said yes and blushed a little. He smiled as she walked up to the food display. Brenda told him she wanted the special, and he began to prepare her container.
She said to Snapper, “Can I ask you a question?”
He replied, “Ms. Juicy, you can ask me anything.”
Brenda’s smile got bigger, and she asked him, “Do you work in the evenings or have someplace you have to be at and can’t get away for a little while?”
Snapper grinned at Brenda, and in a hushed voice answered her, saying, “I don’t work after I leave here at 4 p.m., and I can get away anytime I feel like if it’s somethin’ I wanna do.”
Brenda shuffled her legs a little at his words, then reached into her pocket and gave him the index card.
“I drive a blue 1995 Ford Taurus SHO,” she told him, taking her container of food and going to the register. When she looked back over to him, he nodded, smiling, and showing off that gold tooth that she couldn’t wait to flick her tongue on.
That Friday after work, Brenda went straight to the motel and checked in. It was almost five o’clock when she called Peter to let him know she was at the motel and what room she was in. She told him she’d be home before midnight and to make sure he called the laundry service.
She got herself together, dressed in a plus-size nightie that she was comfortable in and made her feel sexy. She drank a little ginger ale and sat with the television on one of those music video stations while waiting to see if Snapper was serious about showing up. Snapper showed up just before 6:30 p.m., startling Brenda with a loud knock on the door.
Snapper greeted her with a smile, carrying a bag with a couple of wine coolers, a bottle of water, and a forty-ounce bottle of Colt 45 malt *******. Brenda gave him a hug, and Snapper grabbed a nice-sized amount of her large bottom with his big hands and gave her a kiss. She pressed her lips to his, and they shared a welcome kiss that was the beginning of Brenda letting loose her passion that she had kept unfulfilled for so long. Snapper recognized that and complimented her on her nightie and said he couldn’t wait to feel her curves.
He opened the bottle of malt ******* and took one of the plastic cups in the room and filled it. He offered Brenda a wine cooler, but she refused saying she was full of ginger ale. Snapper sat his large body on the edge of the bed, and Brenda came and sat next to him. Brenda told him to make himself comfortable, and as he took off his shoes, she rubbed his back and kissed him on the neck. Snapper put his cup down and laid back on the bed. Brenda half straddled him, leaning in for a deeper kiss, and the two lip-locked for a few minutes before Snapper sat up and quietly began removing his clothes.
Brenda watched him in lustful anticipation, and almost on cue, Snapper was naked and turned to face her on the bed. Her eyes widened at the massive size of his large dick. His penis looked like the hose that went on a car engine, and she wondered if she would be able to handle him after not having sex with anyone so large for so long. Peter’s penis was probably just short of five inches, and he struggled to penetrate her from behind, especially after she had gained weight from childbirth. She knew she wouldn’t be having that problem now. Snapper smiled at Brenda as she gazed at his hanging dick, taking note of the large, circumcised head of it.
No talking was needed between the two new lovers as he stepped forward toward her and her hands reached out and clutched that huge dick like it was a gift from a friend. Brenda chuckled as her hands ran up and down the shaft; then she instinctively bent forward and began licking the head of Snapper’s dick. He let out a little moan and then stroked the dark hair of her head.
Brenda opened her mouth and awkwardly worked to get the tip of him past her lips. After a few tries and more saliva, she was able to get the head of that dick in her mouth and started sucking until she had managed to get a couple of inches beyond the head. She took in the smell of the soap on his freshly washed body, his deodorant, and the light scent of the aftershave he had on as she increased her speed of sucking on his now hardening hot dick.
“Yeah baby, get you some,” Snapper said to her as she worked her mouth over his massive tool, to get him nice and hard. After a few more minutes, she had him moaning steadily and his pulsating mass glistening from her spit-drooling mouth. Snapper reached down and pulled the nightie over her head, revealing her plump body and heaving breasts to him. He pushed her back on the bed and leaned over her, sucking and kissing her breasts while he fingered her soaking wet cunny.
After some delightful-feeling moments of this, he moved down and lapped at her wetness like a hungry dog licking a plate of bones. His big strong arms held her hands and arms down at her sides as she writhed and squirmed at the feeling his mouth was giving her. He stood up and spanked the top of her mound and cunny lips with the head of his dick, telling her he was going to fill her up good. Without hesitation Brenda spread her legs wide, smiling and giving him the silent invitation to enter her.
“No worries?” he asked as he prepared to enter her.
“We’re good baby, no worries?” she responded, figuring he was asking for pregnancy’s sake.
Snapper slid the head of his dick past her cunny lips, feeling her tightness as the first few inches went in.
“Damn baby, this gon’ be some work,” he said, as she moaned and tilted her head back in *******.
“Yes, yes, Snapper, baby give me that big dick,” Brenda hoarsely said to him.
He intentionally started moving a little of himself slowly in and out of her. Brenda was already beginning to have an orgasm and gripped his back tightly as she quivered from him opening her. Snapper started moving faster, using his shaft to circle around her soaked cunny. After a bit of this, and steady moaning from Brenda, he felt her loosen up, and he slid about half of his largesse inside her.
“Ooooh,” Brenda howled.
“You doing okay baby?” he asked her, not stopping his movements.
Brenda didn’t answer as she began to buck back against him, to his rhythm. Brenda’s vagina adjusted itself fully to him, and her slick juices allowed him to go deeper, almost all the way to the hilt. Snapper kept stroking her at a mid-level pace, back and forth, in and out of Brenda’s aching but happy cunny.
A couple of more minutes and she hollered, “Ah, Snap… Snap… Snapper!” losing her breath as she convulsed while her insides squeezed and pushed his mass out of her. Brenda panted, and he chuckled, bending down and kissing around her face.
“Catch your breath, baby, we got time,” Snapper said as he rubbed the head of his black hose up and down and across her swollen bud.
“Hmmm, this is sooo good,” Brenda purred as she relished the feel of him playing with her happy wetness.
Snapper slid back inside her and started giving her steady strokes, increasing his speed gradually as his own breath became labored. Brenda put her hands on his sweat-moistened chest and bent her knees to keep her fat thighs open for him. She moaned and let out gasps of abandon as he kept going, stroking her at a good pace now, her juices flowing out of her and coating his length. Brenda had been having orgasms back-to-back and had a two-second thought that she might not be able to withstand his stride much more. Snapper must have read the thought because he pushed all the way in her, causing her to scream loudly and gush all over his bulging big black hammer.
“Oh, oh, ah, oh,” she whimpered, shaking from a good intense climax as he ground himself into her and flooded her love canal with his seed. Sweaty, panting, pulsing, and genitals drenched, he rolled off her and lay at her side. In between breaths, they let out small giggles of satisfaction to their start of the evening.
Brenda wasn’t able to get all the way through their second round of lovemaking, so she got creative with her hands and mouth, to get Snapper off. They rested, laughed, and made small talk, cautious about getting too in-depth about their lives. Brenda kissed Snapper lovingly as they said good night and got dressed to leave. She told him that she wanted to meet with him like this every week if possible, and Snapper readily agreed. She told him she would come by the take-out to get lunch on Thursday to let him know everything was good to go.
Brenda went home and soaked in her tub to relieve her soreness as she relaxed in gratitude for having made a match to get the sex she wanted.
excerpt from Grupa Desdemona - satiate dominium vincere - (Satisfied Ladies Win)
Brenda set out to find some regular employment and wound up working in an entry-level analyst position for the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development located in the Plaza. Brenda wasn’t used to the commute, and almost thought about quitting, but knew that meant she would have to deal with her children, so she figured out how to get to work more easily and stuck with it.
Brenda was happy to be out of the house and took care to make sure she did a good job with her assignments. Brenda found the people at her job to be quite different than the ones she was used to in Chicago. The capital area had a lot more black people working in positions that had them in close proximity to their white coworkers in the office environment. Brenda realized it was because she was working for the federal government that she saw so many black people every day that didn’t make fun of her because of her looks or her sense of fashion. She saw many of the black women at work wearing some wonderful-looking outfits, nice dresses, and captivating blouses.
She asked one of the older black women in her section where they got those nice-looking blouses from, and the woman told her she had to go shopping at one of the malls in Tyson’s Corner or go downtown D.C. and stroll the shops, just be careful because she could wind up spending a pretty penny for something she really liked. Brenda decided she would just get a lot of nice blouses and black work pants to wear and not worry about it. Because of her odd shape and larger size, she found it awkward to try and find dresses and skirts that fit her well. In the past, she and her mom would often make her things, but she knew she had to figure something different out these days.
Brenda also saw that there were plenty of black men that greeted her well and didn’t have negative comments about her size or looks. She knew she hadn’t become beautiful overnight, but she could tell that her size and looks didn’t seem to matter as much with the black men she encountered. Brenda was feeling ready to get back to the interracial sort of sex she most enjoyed, and she set about a plan to do so.
Brenda told Peter she needed to get back to enjoying herself sexually. Peter didn’t take offense, because they had already spoke about Brenda engaging in the type of sex she liked when things were settled with their boys. Brenda told him that she had found a nice motel off Baltimore Avenue that was safe and clean. It was close enough that, if there was ever an emergency, she could be home within the hour. She told Peter, once she found someone, she would let him know.
Brenda kept her eye out for her opportunity, and within the week found it when going to one of the local takeout places for lunch. Snapper was the line cook and dishwasher for the Rusty Bowl, a couple of blocks from the plaza. Brenda saw him noticing her the last time she went there to get some lunch. Snapper was a 6’2, hefty man probably almost three hundred pounds. He had a gold tooth that shined when he smiled, and a bald head underneath his cloth cook’s hat. Brenda saw him looking at her when she was checking out the food display. She had put on more than a few pounds since the birth of her two children, so she was larger and had more curve to her butt than she previously possessed. When she paid for her container of food, he spoke to her and told her good day and to come again. He didn’t say anything to anyone else, and she kept that in mind.
She remembered that one of her Chicago suitors had told her that, if a brother was really interested in a woman, he would find a way to let the woman know. He told her not to romanticize it, just to understand that black men have always had to be careful when it comes to dealing with women, especially if they wanted to deal with white women, so don’t let the fake stuff the movies, the church, and your mama fool you about how people meet. He told her, listen to the music, your professors, and your grandmother about how it goes down, and you’ll see the truth.
Brenda went back to the Rusty Bowl on Thursday for a late lunch with an index card in her pocket. On it she put her first name, the name of the motel, and the words, “BYOB – after 6 p.m., No Overnight.” There were a few customers inside, leftovers from the lunch rush that she had hoped to avoid. Brenda was excited, and her body language must have given her away. Snapper looked over the counter and asked if she was alright. She said yes and blushed a little. He smiled as she walked up to the food display. Brenda told him she wanted the special, and he began to prepare her container.
She said to Snapper, “Can I ask you a question?”
He replied, “Ms. Juicy, you can ask me anything.”
Brenda’s smile got bigger, and she asked him, “Do you work in the evenings or have someplace you have to be at and can’t get away for a little while?”
Snapper grinned at Brenda, and in a hushed voice answered her, saying, “I don’t work after I leave here at 4 p.m., and I can get away anytime I feel like if it’s somethin’ I wanna do.”
Brenda shuffled her legs a little at his words, then reached into her pocket and gave him the index card.
“I drive a blue 1995 Ford Taurus SHO,” she told him, taking her container of food and going to the register. When she looked back over to him, he nodded, smiling, and showing off that gold tooth that she couldn’t wait to flick her tongue on.
That Friday after work, Brenda went straight to the motel and checked in. It was almost five o’clock when she called Peter to let him know she was at the motel and what room she was in. She told him she’d be home before midnight and to make sure he called the laundry service.
She got herself together, dressed in a plus-size nightie that she was comfortable in and made her feel sexy. She drank a little ginger ale and sat with the television on one of those music video stations while waiting to see if Snapper was serious about showing up. Snapper showed up just before 6:30 p.m., startling Brenda with a loud knock on the door.
Snapper greeted her with a smile, carrying a bag with a couple of wine coolers, a bottle of water, and a forty-ounce bottle of Colt 45 malt *******. Brenda gave him a hug, and Snapper grabbed a nice-sized amount of her large bottom with his big hands and gave her a kiss. She pressed her lips to his, and they shared a welcome kiss that was the beginning of Brenda letting loose her passion that she had kept unfulfilled for so long. Snapper recognized that and complimented her on her nightie and said he couldn’t wait to feel her curves.
He opened the bottle of malt ******* and took one of the plastic cups in the room and filled it. He offered Brenda a wine cooler, but she refused saying she was full of ginger ale. Snapper sat his large body on the edge of the bed, and Brenda came and sat next to him. Brenda told him to make himself comfortable, and as he took off his shoes, she rubbed his back and kissed him on the neck. Snapper put his cup down and laid back on the bed. Brenda half straddled him, leaning in for a deeper kiss, and the two lip-locked for a few minutes before Snapper sat up and quietly began removing his clothes.
Brenda watched him in lustful anticipation, and almost on cue, Snapper was naked and turned to face her on the bed. Her eyes widened at the massive size of his large dick. His penis looked like the hose that went on a car engine, and she wondered if she would be able to handle him after not having sex with anyone so large for so long. Peter’s penis was probably just short of five inches, and he struggled to penetrate her from behind, especially after she had gained weight from childbirth. She knew she wouldn’t be having that problem now. Snapper smiled at Brenda as she gazed at his hanging dick, taking note of the large, circumcised head of it.
No talking was needed between the two new lovers as he stepped forward toward her and her hands reached out and clutched that huge dick like it was a gift from a friend. Brenda chuckled as her hands ran up and down the shaft; then she instinctively bent forward and began licking the head of Snapper’s dick. He let out a little moan and then stroked the dark hair of her head.
Brenda opened her mouth and awkwardly worked to get the tip of him past her lips. After a few tries and more saliva, she was able to get the head of that dick in her mouth and started sucking until she had managed to get a couple of inches beyond the head. She took in the smell of the soap on his freshly washed body, his deodorant, and the light scent of the aftershave he had on as she increased her speed of sucking on his now hardening hot dick.
“Yeah baby, get you some,” Snapper said to her as she worked her mouth over his massive tool, to get him nice and hard. After a few more minutes, she had him moaning steadily and his pulsating mass glistening from her spit-drooling mouth. Snapper reached down and pulled the nightie over her head, revealing her plump body and heaving breasts to him. He pushed her back on the bed and leaned over her, sucking and kissing her breasts while he fingered her soaking wet cunny.
After some delightful-feeling moments of this, he moved down and lapped at her wetness like a hungry dog licking a plate of bones. His big strong arms held her hands and arms down at her sides as she writhed and squirmed at the feeling his mouth was giving her. He stood up and spanked the top of her mound and cunny lips with the head of his dick, telling her he was going to fill her up good. Without hesitation Brenda spread her legs wide, smiling and giving him the silent invitation to enter her.
“No worries?” he asked as he prepared to enter her.
“We’re good baby, no worries?” she responded, figuring he was asking for pregnancy’s sake.
Snapper slid the head of his dick past her cunny lips, feeling her tightness as the first few inches went in.
“Damn baby, this gon’ be some work,” he said, as she moaned and tilted her head back in *******.
“Yes, yes, Snapper, baby give me that big dick,” Brenda hoarsely said to him.
He intentionally started moving a little of himself slowly in and out of her. Brenda was already beginning to have an orgasm and gripped his back tightly as she quivered from him opening her. Snapper started moving faster, using his shaft to circle around her soaked cunny. After a bit of this, and steady moaning from Brenda, he felt her loosen up, and he slid about half of his largesse inside her.
“Ooooh,” Brenda howled.
“You doing okay baby?” he asked her, not stopping his movements.
Brenda didn’t answer as she began to buck back against him, to his rhythm. Brenda’s vagina adjusted itself fully to him, and her slick juices allowed him to go deeper, almost all the way to the hilt. Snapper kept stroking her at a mid-level pace, back and forth, in and out of Brenda’s aching but happy cunny.
A couple of more minutes and she hollered, “Ah, Snap… Snap… Snapper!” losing her breath as she convulsed while her insides squeezed and pushed his mass out of her. Brenda panted, and he chuckled, bending down and kissing around her face.
“Catch your breath, baby, we got time,” Snapper said as he rubbed the head of his black hose up and down and across her swollen bud.
“Hmmm, this is sooo good,” Brenda purred as she relished the feel of him playing with her happy wetness.
Snapper slid back inside her and started giving her steady strokes, increasing his speed gradually as his own breath became labored. Brenda put her hands on his sweat-moistened chest and bent her knees to keep her fat thighs open for him. She moaned and let out gasps of abandon as he kept going, stroking her at a good pace now, her juices flowing out of her and coating his length. Brenda had been having orgasms back-to-back and had a two-second thought that she might not be able to withstand his stride much more. Snapper must have read the thought because he pushed all the way in her, causing her to scream loudly and gush all over his bulging big black hammer.
“Oh, oh, ah, oh,” she whimpered, shaking from a good intense climax as he ground himself into her and flooded her love canal with his seed. Sweaty, panting, pulsing, and genitals drenched, he rolled off her and lay at her side. In between breaths, they let out small giggles of satisfaction to their start of the evening.
Brenda wasn’t able to get all the way through their second round of lovemaking, so she got creative with her hands and mouth, to get Snapper off. They rested, laughed, and made small talk, cautious about getting too in-depth about their lives. Brenda kissed Snapper lovingly as they said good night and got dressed to leave. She told him that she wanted to meet with him like this every week if possible, and Snapper readily agreed. She told him she would come by the take-out to get lunch on Thursday to let him know everything was good to go.
Brenda went home and soaked in her tub to relieve her soreness as she relaxed in gratitude for having made a match to get the sex she wanted.
excerpt from Grupa Desdemona - satiate dominium vincere - (Satisfied Ladies Win)
