Routine. It was always a hard thing for Jilly to stick to. She had, she realised, always sought out 'the next thing', never able to settle on something, with something or with someone.
She had been seeing her well endowed Big Black Cock lover for a few months. Through their love-making, he had taken her to places that she hadn't ever dared believe could possibly exist in this human world. His cock had been so huge that, had it attached itself to her in the dead of night, she'd have sworn it belonged to an extra terrestrial rapist.
Over this period she had sucked, ridden and generally man-handled his cock with lust and with a ferocity she'd never known before, never tiring of watching it grow in her hands, of watching his cum spraying her body or feeling his hot seed spilling into every available orifice, hot and sticky.
Every time was breathtaking. Every time she would cum hard, desperate, marvelling at his chiselled body, his iron buttocks and his ram rod cock.
They'd experimented a lot and though Chocolate (her lover's pseudonym - his real name was Daniel) was a little trepidatious at times, particularly when she'd suggested wearing a strap on and fucking HIS arse for a change, they had both at least tried everything that the other had suggested (or more accurately for Jilly, she had just allowed her muscular lover to manhandle her into impossible positions or had done her best to take as much of his cock in her mouth as was humanly possible.)
He was an animal in the bedroom, throwing her around like a rag-doll, her tiny frame straining every sinew as she struggled to cope with his onslaught. She had loved it all.
But there was something missing.
Whereas they were as one in the bedroom, they were different everywhere else.
There was the obvious age gap which seemed to bother Jilly more than Daniel. He would have been happy to parade her in town, dressed in her shortest outfit and highest heels. He loved the thought of pimping her out, knowing that she'd return to him after a night out, ready to be hammered again and again; to 'punish her' for daring to be chatted up by other blokes. For Jilly, the age gap wasn't about insecurity but probably came from her strict upbringing. It wasn't 'right' to have a young man as one's partner. And it CERTAINLY wasn't right to have a young, black man. Her mother would turn in her grave.
Jilly wasn't racist; far from it. In fact, she had developed such an acute taste for black men that she could have been accused of inverted racism as her white male partners couldn't hope to compete against King-Dong-Daniel.
But there was also a social gap. Again, this didn't matter when they were fucking, but increasingly there were times in between where they'd talk and Jilly's acute sense of 'wrong-doing' would raise its head. They didn't understand one another's popular references as they were from two different generations. Jilly accepted that they were fuck-buddies but something was troubling her and she knew what it probably was.
Routine.
When she'd first met him, he had left her battered and bruised with the sheer ferocity of his attentions. His powers of recovery had been incredible and she'd lapped it up, delighted with her new, black toy boy. At that time she felt that 'routine' was a word that would never be used to describe their physical relationship as he took her to ever higher peaks. But she now felt it keenly. It wasn't boredom, it was routine. There was no danger anymore. They knew each other well enough to know which buttons to press but sometimes she felt she needed to be challenged NOT to orgasm by being roughly fumbled with rather than Daniel's expert touch. She knew that sounded ridiculous and she genuinely started to wonder whether there was something wrong with her; that she'd never truly be happy or satisfied. Like a drug addict, she'd always be looking for the next hit. She knew what had gone wrong. Availability. Daniel was always available. If she called or emailed, he'd be at her door within the hour, his cock hard and ready. If he'd been a little more untouchable...
Jilly did have someone in whom she confided everything. It was an old boyfriend who she had loved deeply. His situation - married - meant that he was unavailable from one six month period to the next. If she thought about him and about their love making, he wasn't as athletic as Daniel or as well endowed but the difference was...something. An 'X' Factor. Perhaps that was what love was but she'd dismiss her emotion as being too sentimental. Besides, he was unavailable (and that, she thought, was what made him so attractive.) Her life would be spent seeking out physical pleasures and she'd forget anything more meaningful. She was Jilly. And she did as she pleased.
However, they emailed constantly and he loved to hear of her sexual exploits. She had regaled him with many, if not all, of her moments with Daniel. Her old boyfriend loved photographing her and had been there at Jilly and Daniel's first meeting, snapping 'the chase' and posting the pictures for her and him to drool over.
After a few months of her relationship with Daniel, she decided to pour her heart out to her old boyfriend. She didn't like to burden him with anything preferring to play the part of the cock hungry seductress, but she wrote to him and told him her feelings.
Dear X
I'm feeling a little lost at the moment. As you know, my pussy has been constantly bruised and puffy with the onslaught of my young admirer! (Still got it!) As I've said before, he's very eager and very athletic and he's constantly 'down to fuck' (as the modern parlance would have it!) He can go for hours (and as you know, I just love to be desired and fucked for hours.) In fact, the more familiar I become to him, the longer he can go. And it only takes a small amount of teasing and he's ready again. Oh to be young again, eh?
But X, I'm starting to get a little jaded about the whole thing. He's very good at what he does but a) there's nothing more going on up top (at least, not that I've seen) and b) the urgency and danger of the first time has never been matched. It's as though I'm looking to be taken outside of my comfort zone; scared even. I know, I'm weird! LOL! I'm thinking of letting him go but his cock is good and I fear I'd miss it, but by the same token I'm not sure having a monster cock is enough for this MILF!!
He's quite a sweet boy, but he doesn't have your class, intelligence or understanding of the finer things. His brain is his cock and his cock is his brain! I remember telling him that he, like most men of his age, were dogs and that women merely had to throw them a stick for them to come running. I fear that was truer than I really thought.
The message went on to talk about other things that her and her forbidden boyfriend had shared over the years, including reminiscing about a threesome they'd once had, a swingers' party they'd attended and other defining moments of their affair.
Jilly was thinking about Daniel as she wrote it, wondering if things would have been different had she been born later; nearer to his age or whether they were just incompatible.
Absently, she began to fill out the 'Send To' box and was so distracted with her thoughts that she typed in Daniel's email, quickly clicking on the auto-completed name that appeared and without batting an eyelid, pressed 'send'.
She shut her laptop and went to pull on her gym gear to work off her frustrations at her lunchtime workout class, not yet realising that she'd unleashed a chain of events that would take her very MUCH out of her comfort zone.
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Ping!
Daniel 'Chocolate Blue Eyez' smiled as he looked down at his phone. The first few lines showed that this was a message from his MILF lover, a woman who loved to fuck and who had a bottomless pit of filth in her mind when it came to getting more black cock.
