That night when I got home I was very quiet. I didn't have much to say, plus I was still in shock over all that had happened that day. Andy, getting out of the shower, began questioning me on what happened at work that day. Finally, I casually mentioned that I went to lunch with Amos. There was a long silence and then Andy walked over to me and said "What?" in a very loud and very shocked tone of voice. "What the hell are you thinking about!?!" he yelled, standing over me in an almost threatening way. "Well, he's very, very persistent," I said. And I said it in a casual, almost teasing, tone. I guess underneath it all I was really very angry. Angry that my husband wasn't man enough to keep me satisfied and at home. Man enough to keep other men at bay. After all, I thought, I had told him this man was making advances and he did nothing. Nothing to protect and defend meÑand my honor. An honor that was now goneÑtaken forever. Taken by a black, 65 year old janitor. "Why didn't you just tell him no!?!" Andy's voice was rising now. He was almost becoming hysterical. Ryder Skye Blacks On Blondes Vixen Blacks On Blondes Black Man Dick Brooke Eranovich was an attractive thirtythree year old, former beauty queen. She had long curly brown hair, a thin face with a big smile, and the kind of thick lips that men thought looked good wrapped around their dicks. Brooke had a trim, buxom figure not too much different then it was as an eighteen year old pageant contestant despite the fact that she had four children and no time to workout. Her breasts were large at eighteen and they grew a little after the birth of each child until they were huge. She liked wearing tight tops to show off her breasts along with short skirts to show off her great ass and legs. She looked and dressed like a slut, but Brooke was really quite conservative morally. She had been intimate with only three men and burned in each relationship. She was hard to get close to, but when she did meet a guy, she was furiously loyal to him. Brooke bore a striking resemblance to Julia Roberts. ******************** Brooke sat in a doctor's office in Long Island keeping one eye on her kids and one ear eavesdropping on the nurse's conversation. Apparently, a man named Andy was seeing the doctor about erection problems and wanted viagra. He had been married less then a week. She caught a glimpse of him as he left. Shame, he wasn't a bad looking guy. "That's the third man from Stony Harbor since spring that couldn't get it up," a nurse said giggling. Brooke's ears perked up. She worked for a law firm that specialized in environmental health problems. Stony Harbor was only about 30 miles from where she lived, a wealthy tourist town. Brooke had uncovered a company's cover-up in a similar town that netted her twelve million dollars when the class action law suit was settled. The nurse called her son in and Brooke pushed Stony Harbor off till another day. ******************** Brooke sped her bmw down the highway and took the turn into Stony Harbor. It was a warm day in late June and she had the top down, letting the wind blow through her hair. Both her short skirt and her low cut top flapped in the wind. Now that she was rich, she could afford luxuries like the beamer and a nanny to watch the kids. Before, the lawsuit was settled, she lived in a trailer and had an out-of-work boyfriend to babysit. Brooke avoided the town with it's beach crowd and traffic, though it was still early in the season. She wanted the developments that ringed the town. She had surreptitiously glanced at Andy's file before the nurse put it away and was looking for his address. She found his street and soon pulled up in front of his house. Across the street a truck with a lawn mower on a trailor pulled up and a giant black guy got out. She grabbed her notes and rang the bell. "Yes," Andy said opening the door. He looked horrible. He hadn't shaved for a few days, hair was mussed, and bags under his eyes. "Good afternoon sir, I'm with a firm in the city..." "I don't like lawyers, unless your a divorce lawyer," he interrupted. "I hate them too, I just work for them." "What do you want then?" "I was in the doctor's Black Cock Sucking Vixen Blacks On Blondes Vixen at BlacksOnBlondes.com Vanessa Vexxx Blacks On Blondes convinced that I didn't measure up to the kind of woman that could keep a man like Amos. But maybe it was true, I just wasn't good enough for him. Soon I found myself thinking of excuses to go down to the basement to visit the Maintenance Dept. One Friday I decided I would do it. I would go down to the Maintenance Dept and find out why Amos never followed up and called me again. Find out why this old, toothless, black janitor...dumped me. I went down to the Maintenance Dept dressed in a tight knit dress. Very short. With very high, high heels. I wanted to be dressed to kill. When I knocked on the door I heard Amos' voice say, "C'mon in!" I opened the door and there he was sitting at a table playing cards with several other black men, all who looked up stunned to see this young, put-together blonde calling on them. "Amos could I have a word with you?" I asked somewhat demurely. Amos turned with a big smile to the other menÑwho returned his smile with their own knowing smiles and chucklesÑand said, "Sho' babes. No prob." As we walked out of the room, Amos turned Multiracial Dating Vixen Blacks On Blondes Mixed Race Dating Site African sperm to my womb. When he was done. He silently, and casually, got dressed and started to leave the room. "Are you done?" I said sarcastically and angrily. "Yep," he replied without feeling. I paused not knowing what to say...my anger drained away as I realized he was about to leave and felt no guilt...and little interest. "Will I see you again, " I asked, but in such a way that it was clear I was pleading. "We'll see." he said, and was gone. I got dressed. Walked out to my car trying to cover the huge stain that ran down my dress and got in. As I started to drive out of the lot to go home and change I saw Amos out in the lot with some of the other black maintenance guys laughing and high fiving each other. I drove home in a daze, recalling how my father would always refer to me as his "Aryan Princess"... I thought, what if he saw me now. Driving home after having sucked and fucked a black janitor, older than him. I thought, I should go and visit my dad; get back to my roots. Please give me an email and let me know what u thought: leasa24@hotmail.com