THE RENTER

Amber kissed her husband Stan goodbye and stood at the
 door as he left to go to work like she did every morn-
 ing.  She waved cheerfully to him as he pulled out of
 the drive of their spacious home, the sleeve of her
 robe slipping down her arm as she waved.  Closing the
 door she went to the window and peeked through the
 curtains for a few minutes to be sure he was gone.

 Stan was a hard working mechanic that did everything
 he could to make sure his beautiful young wife had no
 wants for anything.  The house had been bought from
 the inheritance he had received after his father's
 death.  He had wanted to invest, but Amber wanted a
 large home so he sank the entire thing into the pur-
 chase of their home.

 The property taxes and other expenses had forced them
 to make alterations in their life style.  Amber had
 said that it took her full time to maintain their new
 home so she was unable to work.  Thus Stan had taken
 on a second job at a parts house to make ends meet.
 But even this didn't do the trick and they had struck
 on the idea of taking in a renter.  So far it had
 worked out well enough.  The extra money was enough to
 keep the wolf from the door and they had the added
 security of knowing that there was someone home to
 provide added protection for Amber when Stan was
 working late.  

 Amber let the curtain fall and turned to run up the
 stairs, letting her robe fall to the floor as she
 giggled, climbing the stairs.

 She was a petite little thing who looked younger than
 her 26 years with long blonde hair that reached her
 shoulders. Her hair bobbed as she took the stairs. Her
 36D tits bounced as she made her way up  as she did
 every morning.  It was playtime!

 Amber rushed into her bedroom to find Anton already in
 her and her husband's bed.  He was a young black
 college student who had moved in after receiving a
 football scholarship to the local university six months
 before.  He was huge. Coal black and six feet six
 inches tall and toned from the vigorous workouts the
 football program demanded of him. He was lying in the
 bed with his arms behind his head and his huge ten
 inch boner sticking up in the air stiffly away from
 his firm stomach for Amber to see.

 "I thought that dumb fuck would never leave!" he said
 grinning.

 "Well he's gone now, lover," Amber giggled as she
 sprinted across the room and pounced on the bed beside
 her black stud.

 She slid her body over his giving his hard dick a
 rough lick on the way up.  Reaching his mouth she
 opened hers and sucked his tongue inside moaning and
 frantically grasping his head for the proper angle.
 Over the past three months she had come to know what
 Anton liked and she did her best to please him.  

 "MMMMMMMM... baby... you be hot this mornin!?" he said
 as he grabbed her firm white ass and ground her pelvis
 onto his rock hard dick.

 "OH God yes," she crooned," After having to sleep with
 that shrimp all night I can't wait to get in bed with
 a real man!"  She licked his lips and sucked one into
 her ready mouth. biting it gently.

 "But I have something different in mind today," she
 added," I want to fuck you in his favorite chair.  The
 one he watches all his stupid fucking fishing shows
 in."

 Amber grasped Anton's huge member in her tiny hand...
 she still marveled how her fingers couldn't meet.  She
 gave him a tug and rubbed the dark black head against
 her pale wet pussy.

 "You sure he's gone?" 

 "Yeah... It's you and me baby...all morning." she put
 on a pouting expression as she slide her finger into
 his mouth.  "Will you please fuck me in my husband's
 favorite chair?"

 Anton grinned," You got it, baby. And I'll fuck you
 anywhere else you want too."

 Amber squealed as she jumped and led Anton by his dick
 downstairs. They reached the living room and she turned
 to embrace the huge black man. He picked her up and
 pulled her pretty face to his with one hand as he held
 her under her ass with the other.  She wrapped her legs
 around his waist and her arms around his neck, running
 her fingers over his short kinky hair.

 "Fuck me right now, lover.  Fuck me like only you can!"
 she moaned.

 Anton sat back in Stan's overstuffed recliner and
 pulled Amber on top of him.  The chair was wide enough
 that Amber was able to slide her legs beside his in the
 chair easily.  She kissed the large black man fervently
 as she reached back with one hand and guided his huge
 cock to her tight pink pussy.  Anton felt the familiar
 nibble of her tight pussy lips on the head of his cock.
 Knowing she was always ready at this point, he grabbed
 her hips and pulled her down hard on top of him...
 impaling her completely.  Her petite white buns sank
 down and rested on his balls with a slurp.

 "Oh my God!" she moaned in his ear as her pussy was
 filled by his huge black meat once again.  She couldn't
 get enough of this man!  Ever since he had moved in she
 knew she had to have him.  He was a perfect specimen of
 manhood compared to the pathetic loser she had married.
 She would have left long ago if it weren't for the fact
 that he had the house and the gullibility to do what-
 ever she asked.  He worked like a dog all day while she
 was able to pursue her fantasies.  It was the perfect
 set up!

 Amber used to fulfill her needs with the occasional
 delivery boy or service man that came by.  But now that
 Anton was there all that had changed.  It had taken her
 a week to work up the courage but one morning she had
 accidentally caught Anton coming out of his room to
 head to the shower. She knew that he had been getting
 her signals for a long time now but she had been
 waiting for the right moment.

 With nothing but a thin robe on, Anton had been a per-
 fect target.  Throwing caution to the wind, she had
 reached under the robe, pleased at what she found
 there and had simply, "Last chance to see my panties
 big guy."

 He had said nothing but undid his robe, picked her up
 and taken her to her and her husband's bed as fucked
 her brains out over and over again for several hours.
 That had been the start.  Now he fucked her every day
 until his noon classes.

 She loved to ride his big hard black dick and think of
 her husband slaving away so that she could continue
 enjoying this ebony god.  Anton seemed amused at the
 thought as well.

 Amber began riding up and down his long black shaft...
 her blonde hair tossing about her shoulders as she
 leaned her head to the side... her hands clasped behind
 her lover's neck.  Her hot exquisitely stretched pussy
 grasping at his big log as he thrust up at her.

 Being as petite as she was she nearly had to reach up
 to grab his head and pull it down to hers so that he
 could force his tongue past her lips.  She moaned
 sensually as she bobbed up and down on him, already out
 of breath from being filled by him.  She leaned back
 holding onto his neck, laughing with him at the irony
 of doing such a decadent thing as fucking each other
 in her husband's favorite chair.  

 The first time was always quick. Within minutes she
 could feel her passion rise as her orgasm came over
 her.  Her face took on an intent expression as she
 grasped his face in his her hands so that she could
 see his eyes when she came.  That was her favorite
 part.  If she could come without closing her eyes it
 made the whole experience more exotic.  

 She grabbed his head and Anton knew it was time.  He
 watched her as she pumped up and down on him...faster
 and faster. A slight smile crossed her lovely lips as
 she felt the wave of her orgasm overtake her.  

 "Oh baby... this is it... Oh my god... this is it..."
 she moaned.

 She strained to keep eye contact as she came hard.
 Her vision clouded as her come spilled out over his
 balls drenching them. Staining the seat of the plush
 chair. She continued to bounce playfully on his cock
 as wave after wave of exquisite orgasm overtook her.
 She laughed as the thought of her husband at work
 crossed her mind again.  That stupid wimp.  If only
 he knew what she was doing right now while he toiled
 away at his greasy job!  
 
 The sight was too much for Anton.  He groaned as he
 pulled at her hips... jamming her small petite frame
 onto his unforgiving black spear. He shuddered as he
 shot his load up into his young white lover's quiver-
 ing pussy.

 Amber could feel the hot come spewing up inside her as
 his huge cock pulsed convulsively.  As  usual his load
 was formidable.  She could feel it gushing out of her
 pussy and drenching them both.  She knew the chair
 would be soaked but she had already taken that into
 consideration.  She had bought the proper cleaning
 supplies the day before.  

 Slowly they eased their motions and Amber laid her head
 on her black god's massive chest.  Her white tits in
 striking contrast to the dark skin beneath them.  She
 panted as their sweat combined to cover each other and
 her husband's chair.  

 "Oh baby," she said," That was incredible.  You're
 twice as big as Stan!  He will never reach where you
 go!"

 "Fuck Stan." Anton said," If he were half a man he
 would do this for you himself."

 "Yes, dear.  Compared to you he is nothing but a boy.
 The only way I can even come with him is if I think of
 you."

 If only they had glanced at the window. They would
 have seen Stan's angry face as he held the big 356
 magnum in his upraised hand.