ULTIMATE BLACK FANTASY THREE

Joseph spotted her immediately.

Sitting in the upscale lounge having a drink and conversation with a female friend, his pulse started racing immediately as his gaze focused on the extraordinary black woman who had just walked in. Joseph knew instinctively that she was one of those incredible black beauties that had fueled his fantasies since adolescence.

She was tall and thick and she moved gracefully and cat-like, wickedly, in that beautiful manner that great black women walk. Her presence immediately filled the room, or at least it did in Joseph's eyes. She had walked in with a man and the two proceeded to walk directly behind him. He had to turn and look. She had on business attire that was unable to hide her immense sexuality. Her skirt ended just above her knees and her low cut top was draped by a jacket. Her face was extraordinary, with those full, luscious lips and dark creamy skin. His heart was pounding.

When she walked by Joseph followed her with his eyes, admiring her massive ass in motion as she made her way to her seat.

Turning back to his beer, Joseph thought about his attraction to beautiful black women. He had spent a lifetime lusting after and fantasizing about them and his desire was so intense that he became almost unnerved when in their presence.

He thought about the day that his ultimate black fantasy had come true and he still had to pinch himself to believe his greatest dream had become reality. He was 36-years-old when it happened and the day he fucked Yolanda for the first time was an electric, intense, sex-filled afternoon, full of unbridled lust and sensuality.

Joseph had always sensed that black women possessed an unmatched spirit and sexuality and Yolanda validated that opinion 100 times over. He thought about the sheer power of her physical presence and her amazing beauty.

A short woman with short brown hair, Yolanda has silky brown skin, huge tits, great thighs and legs. Her hips are wide, giving her a thickness that seems to invite sex. She has big, doe-like and soft brown eyes that can penetrate straight through you when you look at her. But despite all these great features, Yolanda's greatest attribute is her big, beautiful, spectacular ass, an ass that Joseph has fucked on many occasions since their first encounter.

A lower body man by nature, Joseph craves a woman's ass, hips, thighs and pussy and Yolanda would rate a 10-plus in all those areas. He thought about Yolanda straddling on top of him and bouncing that big ass repeatedly off his face. He thought about licking, sucking and eating her hot, wet pussy. It was his ultimate dream, yes, but a dream that remarkably had become reality.

But Yolanda brought so much more to the table than just a sexy body. Joseph enjoyed her very much on a personal level. She is a very intelligent woman, very witty with a great personality. More than anything else Joseph loved the fact that Yolanda is a very strong woman who is not intimidated by anyone or anything. Sexy, sassy and smart are adjectives that best describe Yolanda.

Joseph then thought about his second black conquest, Johnetta, another sensational, thrilling woman. His fuck sessions with Yolanda had been ongoing for some time when out of the blue she asked him to meet her friend Johnetta. He had been hesitant to meet her at first but that hesitation ended as soon as they met. And his subsequent fuck sessions with Johnetta had turned out to be spectacular.

Fucking Yolanda and Johnetta opened up the world of black women to Joseph and put him in a constant state of lusting after them and trying to seduce them whenever possible. His ultimate fantasy had been realized but it only made him hunger for more. Joseph had tasted black pussy and the urge to taste it again and again had become an obsession.

Joseph ordered another beer and tried to keep the conversation going with his friend. But his mind was still on the woman who had walked in the bar. He loved all women, he thought, but there is no doubt that black women are the most sensual, the sexiest and the sweetest women on this earth. Most black women are very aware of their own sexuality and they take great pride in it. But Joseph understood completely that black women (more than any other women) want to be treated with respect. Black women have a great dignity about them and he always made it a point to not only respect their dignity as black women but to celebrate it.

Since his encounters with Yolanda and Johnetta, Joseph found himself going to places that would put him around more black women. Before going out to a mall, department store or grocery store, he consciously would think about which place might have more black women shopping. It had become a real thrill for him to be buying groceries or shopping at Wal Mart and to spot a raving black beauty. Just the sight of one of these black goddesses made his day.

Joseph looked over at the black woman seated at the table. He had gotten lucky as the couple had sat down at a table that was in direct line with his sight. She was sitting with her legs crossed. They were long and thick and gorgeous. Her tight skirt rode up to the tops of her big thighs and Joseph had a full view of one of the most beautiful black creatures he had ever seen in his life.

All the time this was happening Joseph kept trying to keep the conversation going with his friend at the bar. He was hoping that she didn't notice him looking at that woman but at that point he didn't really care. His thought processes were now totally focused on this stunning black beauty. His mind was racing. He had to figure out a way to talk to her. He had to somehow take a shot at getting to know this woman. After his encounters with Yolanda and Johnetta, he was no longer shy about approaching a beautiful black woman. He knew with this one that he had to at least try.

A few minutes later Joseph's friend had finished her second drink and was ready to leave.

"You go ahead," he said. "I think I'll stay and have one more."

Of course, his only intention in staying was the faint hope of having an opportunity to make contact with this awesome black goddess sitting about 20 feet away.

After his friend left, Joseph began trying to make eye contact with her. He watched her every move. Yes, this was definitely something different. Black women in general are incredible beauties but this one was above the norm, a rare gem of epic proportions.

She returned his gaze a few times, never lingering too long. As for the person she was with, he seemed to have little interaction with her. They were just looking around, speaking to each other only occasionally. Got be her husband, Joseph concluded.

It took a while but the woman finally stood up and started walking toward the restroom area. Joseph realized immediately that this would be his only shot. He had to catch her alone and his only opportunity would be outside of the restroom when she walked out. It was a long, long shot, he realized, and a perfect set up for rejection. He had no idea what he would say but he knew he had to at least take that shot. He would always regret it if he didn't.

Joseph rose from his seat and walked briskly to the restroom area. Luckily there was a line of three pay phones outside the restroom doors. He grabbed a phone as a pretense while waiting on her. His mind was racing. He had no idea how to approach her or what to say. He had no time to plan a script or strategy and decided on the spot to just be as direct and nice as possible.

The door swung open and this vision appeared. Joseph immediately put the phone down and stepped toward her. As she walked past him he lightly touched her arm and stopped her.

"Excuse me," he said. "I know you don't know me and I apologize for bothering you. But I just had to try to meet you. I know this is awkward but I didn't know what else to do."

Reaching out his hand he said, "My name is Joseph."

She had a puzzled look on her face, drew her head back and then said, "Oh, ok. Nice to meet you. I'm Charisse."

She started to walk away and Joseph decided to throw caution to the wind. "Wait a minute Charisse. Do you think we could have a drink together sometime? I would really like to talk to you and get to know you. I know this seems crazy but I am as sincere as I can be. No harm in talking and having a drink, is there?"

"I'm not interested," she said. "But thanks for the offer."

"Ok, I understand. But here's my card. Just call me on that work number if you change your mind. Just a drink. To be honest, I've never seen anything like you. You are very, very beautiful. I mean that as a sincere compliment."

She held her hand up, refusing to take the card.

"Like I said, I'm not interested."

Charisse turned and walked away.

Joseph watched her walk and the site was remarkable. She definitely had that black woman way of walking, so sexy, with that big, hard ass shaking like jello. Every muscle in her body was moving and he enjoyed every second of it.

But Joseph wanted more than to just look. He was disappointed at the outright rejection but at the same time it was such a thrill just to talk to this woman for a few seconds. He could live with that if he had to.

Joseph went back to the bar and began nursing his beer. He wasn't going to give up on this one and still held out hope that something would happen. He began focusing his entire attention to her, looking at her intently, trying to catch her eye. What was her name? Oh yeah, Charisse she had said, a beautiful name.

For the first few minutes she avoided looking at him, on purpose Joseph surmised. But soon she looked his way. She was expressionless but Joseph made it a point to smile and to give her a slight nod. He was thrilled that she was looking his way. Maybe that means something? He could only hope.

Joseph decided to have one more beer before departing. He absolutely did not want to leave the presence of this extraordinary black beauty but he knew he would soon be forced to.

Just a few minutes later, Charisse's male friend got up and headed toward the restroom area. Joseph instinctively wanted to use the opportunity to engage her again. But he knew that would be overdoing it.

While he was still contemplating this, Charisse got up from her seat and came up to the bar. She was standing right next to him.

Can I get two more white wines?" she asked the bartender. "And we need to pay our tab."

Her voice was low and sultry and had a sexiness that matched her body perfectly.

While the bartender was getting the drinks and printing the ticket, Charisse began rummaging through her purse. She never looked toward Joseph and Joseph was frozen, just watching her out the corner of his eye. After she paid her tab, she took something out of her purse and wrote something on it.

She reached down with her left hand and tapped Joseph's arm lightly. When he looked up, straight into those luscious eyes, she handed him a business card. He looked at it and right there in nice, neat letters were her name and phone number. Joseph immediately looked up but Charisse had already scooped up the two glasses of wine and was heading back to her seat.

Joseph was stunned and his heart was pounding with excitement. He had never expected this. He had no idea why she had changed her mind but he didn't care.

Joseph decided not to push it any further and got up to leave. As he was leaving he looked over at her and she gave him a quick glance, again without expression.

Around the time Joseph arrived home, Charisse Clark was sitting next to her husband in their car and completely lost in thought. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never given a strange man her telephone number, a white man at that, and she was still trying to figure out why she did it. Her husband kept trying to engage her in conversation but her mind was on that good looking white man who had approached her in the bar.

A mathematics professor at the local black college, Charisse was a very intelligent woman and one of the most respected members of the faculty. In the academic community she had to project a professional demeanor – which she did. But in private Charisse reveled in her sexuality. She was not promiscuous by any means but she was a highly sexual woman who thought about fucking all the time. It was part of her and had been a part of her since she was a teenager.

Charisse was nervous and conflicted about giving this stranger her phone number but she wasn't scared at all. If there was one thing she was comfortable about in this world it was sex. There was just something about this man that had compelled her to act. When she had left the restroom she ran right into those big, beautiful brown eyes of his. She was startled when he stopped her to talk to her but at the same time his stunning good looks quickly got her attention.

She was used to being approached by strangers and quickly dismissed him. But after returning to her seat she began to think about it. Those eyes of his haunted her.

Charisse wasn't an egotistical person at all but she knew how beautiful she was and attention from men was a constant in her life. She had been approached by men on so many occasions over the years and it grew tiresome. She was so sick of those academic highbrows that she worked with on a daily basis. They tried to use their supposed intelligence to try to get to her into bed. They were weak, childish men for the most part and not one of them had ever interested her. Yet her husband was one of those same members of her academic world. She had been young when she met him and impressed by his good looks and impressive credentials. The academic world was the one she had chosen and he was part of that world.

In a college atmosphere she also received the occasional propositions from students. Their clumsy attempts at impressing her touched her but again she never considered actually having sex with any of them. They just weren't what she wanted and she always wondered about middle-aged women who sought out young boys. They must really be desperate, she thought.

No, Charisse was very particular about sex and she was not casual about who she wanted to pick as a sex partner. She wanted someone who loved sex as much as she did, someone who would have total respect for her and her body. She wanted someone who would fuck her silly, someone who loved sex as much as she did. But what she wanted more than anything was to find someone who treated her first with respect and someone who was great looking who she genuinely liked as a person.

So where do you find such a person? Does one even exist?

Her mind remained totally on this stranger. He said his name was Joseph. He was a white man and that made things a little different. She had never fucked a white man. In fact, only a few had ever approached her and none had interested her even remotely. She had nothing against a black woman and a white man fucking. It was just something she never thought about much because she didn't come in contact with them all that much. She had lived in a world of black men all her life and that world never consisted of her interacting with many white men – or white women either for that matter.

She kept thinking about Joseph's eyes and that look on his face. It was a sweet, nice look and instinctively she liked him. How could she like him without even knowing him? And how could she even consider getting together with someone who would come up to her in a bar like that?

Still, sitting in that bar with her husband but thinking about this good-looking stranger, she made an impulse decision to try to find a way to give him her phone number. When her husband got up to go to the restroom, it hit her that this would be her only chance and she acted quickly and without hesitation. She was shaking inside when she did it but totally calm on the outside.

Arriving home that night, Charisse had become completely comfortable with the decision she had made to give Joseph her phone number. After all, if he called, she could always say no. But she knew he would call and she knew she would agree to meet him. That was assured. Now would she fuck him? That was another story entirely. That would depend on their meeting and a lot of other factors to be determined. But deep down Charisse believed that this man might be something special. And deep down she hoped he would be. She had been hoping for a long time to find someone who could fuck her the way she needed to be fucked. Maybe this man would be the one.

In bed that night Charisse was restless. She kept thinking about sex and about the man who had approached her. Would it be out of bounds to fuck a white man? There are no bounds when it comes to sex, she thought. She had several friends who would never even consider getting together with a white man. But he was so good looking and had such beautiful eyes. She was anxious to see where this would lead and found herself hoping he would call soon.

Joseph awoke the next morning thinking about the incredible black goddess he had met the day before. For whatever reason this incredible woman had been bold enough to give him her phone number.

"It has to be today", he thought. "I'll call her today."

Joseph tried to remember every detail of her appearance. He kept remembering the way she walked in that bar, so tall and proud and full of sex. She completely took over the room when she walked in. Her legs were long but they weren't those "sticks" that you see on these super models. These were the legs of a real woman, thick and muscular.

He wanted to make it happen as quickly as possible so he called her that afternoon.

"Hello Chairsse," I said. "This is Joseph. We met at the bar yesterday."

"Oh, hello."

"Charisee, listen, I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed meeting you and I really appreciate you allowing me to call you. I am looking forward to formally meeting you and getting to know you."

"I'm looking forward to it too," she said.

"So when you would like to meet me for a drink? How about tomorrow after work."

She hesitated and then said, "No tomorrow would not be good. Next week would be better for me."

"Well how about next Thursday?"

"Thursday? Let's see. Ok. I think that would work."

"Do you want to just meet at the same place, say about 5:30?"

"Sure. I don't work too far from there so that would be best for me."

"Then we're set. Great. Do I need to call you next week to remind you?

"Oh no. I'll remember."

"I will see you there. And, hey, I meant what I said yesterday. I've honestly never, ever seen anything like you. You are a very, very beautiful woman."

Charisse giggled slightly. "You are so kind. Thanks for the compliment."

It was a long wait until Thursday but Joseph had learned to be patient. He had waited all his life to make love to a beautiful black woman and his lifelong patience had paid off. Now the opportunity might come his way again and Joseph was more than ready to do everything in his power to seal the deal.

He arrived at the bar early, partly out of anxiousness and partly because he wanted to get a full view of Charisse when she walked in the room. He found a table, ordered a beer and waited.

His second beer had just arrived when she walked in. She stood inside the doorway, looking around. Joseph waived and she started walking his way.

Watching her walk toward him, Joseph was in awe. She had on a short red skirt, much shorter than the one she wore when he saw her previously. Her top was white and low cut, revealing an incredible amount of cleavage. She had on high heel shoes and her black hair was up, giving her a very sexy and very classy look.

He stood up and pulled out her chair, inviting her to sit right next to him. He didn't want her sitting across from him – he wanted her body as close to his as possible. He wanted to feel intimate with her immediately.

They greeted each other with nervous smiles and by shaking hands. Charisse sat down and immediately turned her body toward Joseph. She crossed her legs and they were only inches from his, almost touching. It was a bold move but she wanted to let him know that she wasn't shy and that she was there for a reason. Charisse never believed in being coy about anything, especially sex and her own body, and she wanted this man to get a good look at what she had to offer.

Charisse's boldness thrilled Joseph and he had to consciously hide his excitement. When Charisse sat down and maneuvered herself into her seat, it seemed like there was flesh moving in every direction. Her scent consumed him and his heart was pounding.

Charisse crossing her legs had forced her short skirt to rise way up to the tops of her thighs. Most women would grab the hem of their skirt and pull it down. But Charisse did not, leaving Joseph with a full, spectacular view of her incredible legs and thighs. No, he thought, this woman was not one of those women who tried to project false modesty. This was a woman completely comfortable with her body and her sexuality. He could feel it. He could sense it. She was like many black women who oozed sex and were proud of it, a trait that he loved and one that he felt separated black women from all others.

"I'm so glad you came," he said. "I guess a formal introduction is in order. As I told you yesterday my name is Joseph and I'm really glad to meet you."

"Charisse," she said, nodding to acknowledge his greeting.

Joseph looked intently at Charisse. Her face was stoic, almost without expression. She had an real air of confidence about her. Again he was struck by her beautiful eyes. They had a smoky, dark, almost hypnotic quality.

"Thanks for meeting me Charisse," I said. "First off, I want to say that I'm looking forward to getting to know you. What would you like to drink?"

"I think I'll have some white wine," she said. "I need one after the day I've had. I took off work today and I've been on the go all day."

"There's never enough hours in the day is there. If you were busy you should have called me. We could have done this another time."

"No, I told you I would be here and I'm here. Besides I would have probably stopped somewhere for a drink anyway."

"Great. I'm just glad we're doing this. I know I approached you out of the blue the other day but it was just something I felt I had to do. And I don't back down from what I said. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. You are one of those women with such rare beauty that a man sees only two or three times in a lifetime. I mean that sincerely."

"Well, I don't know what to say about that. Thank you."

Charisse loved the way this man talked. He had an aura about him that made her feel comfortable. She believed he was sincere in what he was saying and she wanted to hear more. Just being near him and looking at those brown eyes caused that familiar warmth between her legs and a warmth that covered her entire body.

Charisse's wine arrived and Joseph said, "So tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a Math professor at Jones College. I've been there for 15 years now.

"A Math professor. So I'm sitting with a genius."

They both laughed.

"I'm a long way from being a genius," Charisse said. "But I do love Math and I enjoy teaching. What about you Joseph? What do you do?"

"I'm a writer by trade. I do freelance work for newspapers and magazines."

"Oh, a writer? That's nice. I've always wanted to write myself but have never taken the time. It's so hard to get started."

"The stuff I do is not that hard. It's pretty cut and dried and easy to do. Maybe some day I'll write that great American novel but right now I'm just trying to pay the bills."

"Aren't we all? Sometimes I wonder if working and paying bills is all there is to life."

Joseph grabbed her hand, looked into her eyes, and said. "There is, believe me. There are some great things about life. You just have to find them."

"Yes, I know. How well I know."

Charisse's wine came and Joseph ordered another beer. He was still a little nervous but Charisse seemed to be as calm as she could be.

The two talked for several more minutes, laughing and just enjoying each other's company. They genuinely began to like each other.

"So Charisse, that guy you were with the other night, was he your husband, date, friend?

"No, he's my husband. We've been married for 18 years. What about you? Was that woman you were with your wife?"

"No, she was just a friend. But I've been married for a long time just like you."

Charisse gave Joseph a sly grin. "Oh, I see. You were having a drink with a woman friend, you have a wife at home and you tried to give me your phone number. You get around, don't you?"

He laughed. "Not really. To be totally honest, when I saw you walk in that door that afternoon, everything else seemed unimportant. I may as well tell you. I am just enamored by black women. I'm a firm believer that black women are the most beautiful women on this earth Charisse. And seeing you walk in that door just convinced me even more that I am right."

"I see now, Joseph. Yes, I see. You like black."

"Yes, I do."

There was an awkward silence after this exchange and Joseph quickly changed the subject.

"So tell me Charisse. I'm curious. Why did you decide to give me your phone number?"

For the first time she dropped her head. She smiled and raised back up.

"I don't know. You seemed so sincere. There was something about you that told me you are really nice. Plus, and I have to admit it, you're a fine looking man Joseph. You say you noticed me when I walked in but I noticed you right away too. All of that plus it's hard for me to turn down a free drink too." She winked at him.

"Thanks for the compliment but who said I was paying?"

They both laughed.

"So you're a professor by trade. But what do you like to do for fun?"

"I like to do a lot of things. I love anything to do with the outdoors. I like to work in my yard and I like camping, swimming and I love to go to the beach. How about you? What do you do for fun?"

Joseph was ready and he knew the time the time was right to make his move. He inched even closer to her, rested his hand on her thigh and looked deeply into her eyes.

"I fuck beautiful black women. That's what I do for fun."

Charisse didn't hesitate in her response. "Well, I'm black and you say I'm beautiful. Do you want to fuck me?"

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Yes, I do want to fuck you but not before I lick, suck and eat every inch of your beautiful black body."

Joseph leaned back in his chair. Charisse was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving from her chest. He could tell that she was very excited. He knew it was time to seal the deal.

"I answered your question Charisse and now I'll ask you the same thing, Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes, I do."

Electricity ran through Joseph's body as he realized that this was actually happening. They looked at each other intently, gazing into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Joseph could feel the sexual heat emanating from her and his hard dick was straining against his pants.

"I can't tell you how happy and excited I am," Joseph said. "One thing I can guarantee you is that I will always treat you respect. If you ever feel that I'm not, all you have to do is tell me. I want to make love to you but I also want to get to know you and be a positive part of your life."

"That's sweet. Thanks for saying that. I think we're going to get along just fine."

Joseph didn't want to waste any time and proposed that they meet at a hotel the next afternoon. Charisse agreed and they worked out the details. When they got up to leave, Joseph made sure that he walked behind her, enjoying the sight of that great bottom in motion one more time.

At home that night Charisse was filled with excitement. She pondered how she should dress for her meeting the next day with Joseph. At first she considered going out to buy something new. But then she remembered the outfit she had bought just after Christmas two years ago. It was definitely the sexiest outfit she had ever bought and yet she had never worn it. The skirt was very, very short and the matching top was cut all the way down to her nipples. When she had tried it on in the dressing room all she saw in the mirror was flesh. Still, she was feeling horny as hell that day and bought it on impulse.

She had planned to wear the outfit at a faculty New Year's Eve party that she and her husband planned to attend at the home of one of their academic friends. And she planned to be the talk of the party by wearing this sexy skirt and top. She didn't care. She knew how beautiful she was and she just wanted to show it.

But, in the end, Charisse had chickened out. The outfit remained in the closet. It remained there until tonight, the night before she was scheduled to meet Joseph for what hopefully would turn into an afternoon of great fucking. Yes, this was definitely the outfit.

She tried it on. It was even more revealing than she remembered, much more. The skirt was very short and snug and hugged her big thighs tightly. It was hard for her to even walk without the skirt riding all the way up to the bottom of her pelvic area. The top was white and sheer and very, very low cut. It could not contain her massive cleavage.

Charissee looked at herself in the mirror and her mouth flew open. It had been so long since she dressed in revealing clothing that she was taken aback by the sight. But she knew immediately that this was the outfit she wanted to wear. She looked absolutely amazing in it and she wanted this man, this stranger, to be impressed.

"And impressed he will be," she said out loud to herself.

Charisse studied the outfit carefully and decided that something else was needed. Jewelry? A special pair of shoes? Yes, definitely, but that wasn't all. Suddenly it struck her and she knew immediately what to do. She quickly pulled the top over her head and took off her bra. She put the top back on and looked in the mirror. Her giant brown tits were clearly visible and protruding proudly through the white sheer top. Her nipples, long and hard, looked as though they would burst through at any second.

Yes, she thought, this would drive any man crazy and this white man was in for a real treat.

Charisse removed her clothes and hung them up neatly. When she turned around she caught a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. She stood and looked, admiring her own glistening flesh. Yes, she thought, this was a body built for sex.

Charisse thought about sex and how much she loved it, how much she needed it. She couldn't recall a time in her life when she needed a good fuck more and she hoped Joseph would be the one to give it to her. He was a virtual stranger to her but something inside told her that he would be able to deliver just what she needed. At this point Charisse was so horny she was hurting.

Standing there in front of that mirror admiring her own body, her pussy soaking wet, she realized that this was a dream come true. Tomorrow would allow her the opportunity to be her true sexual self for the first time in many years. In the world she lived she had to play a role and there was little room for a sexual freak in that world. But tomorrow all that would change, at least for a short time. She would reveal her true self, the woman guided solely by her body's physical desires. Poor Joseph, she laughed to herself. He had no idea what he was getting into. Or maybe he did.

Joseph slept poorly that night, visions of Charisse's awesome black skin and powerful body dancing in his head. He was so excited. He couldn't wait to put his mouth all over this incredible black beauty. He had no doubt that it would be another ultimate, lifetime experience.

He arrived at the hotel early, bringing with him a bottle of wine, a bottle of tequila and a bottle of vodka. He was nervous but his nervousness didn't last long. Charisse knocked on the door and he let her in.

She was smiling broadly and he gave her a quick hug. Her wonderful scent stirred him immediately.

"Let me take your coat," he said.

"Oh, thank you."

When Joseph removed Charisse's coat, he was jarred by what he saw. Standing before him was a statuesque black woman of rare beauty and epic proportions. The way she was dressed and how she looked was beyond even his active imagination.

"Just stand right there," he said. "Let me look at you."

Joseph took a step back and just stared. He couldn't believe what was standing in front of him.

She was tall and dark. Her tight, white top did little to hide her enormous tits, the nipples protruding fiercely through the thin fabric. She wasn't wearing a bra and this told him immediately just how sexual this woman was. Moving his eyes down he saw a very small, very short skirt that barely covered her pussy. Her big, beautiful stocking-clad thighs were exposed and sat on thick legs and black high heel shoes. This was a stunning woman and the way she was dressed excited Joseph to the point that he had trouble drawing a breath.

"I don't know what to say," he said. "You are without doubt the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on in my life. I really mean that."

"Thank you. But let me show you the rest."

Charisse turned around quickly, giving Joseph a view of her backside. Her thin white top stretched tightly across her back but revealed plenty of skin. Her ass was magnificent the way it sat high and huge in that short and tight skirt.

She relished the opportunity to show off her body. She was proud of it and it always pained her that she had to keep it hidden most of the time. Joseph's eyes roaming her body made her tingle all over and made her breathe hard with excitement. Charisse was enjoying revealing her oversexed, bad girl side.

Joseph thought about his great fuck partner Yolanda and her great ass and he never thought he would see another one like it. But Charisse was in a different league entirely and he told her so.

"Charisse, there is nothing more spectacular on earth than a great ass on a beautiful black woman and you have the greatest ass I have ever seen in my life."

"I'm glad you like what you see."

Joseph had to control the urge to just devour this woman immediately. He wanted to go slow, to enjoy every moment.

"How about a drink Charisse? Why don't you have a seat? I brought wine, vodka and tequila."

"Sounds good. I would love some wine."

Charisse walked over to the love seat and sat down. Joseph loved to just hear her move. Skin on fabric, fabric on skin, her sighs, her breathing, the sensations were all fantastic.

He poured her a glass of wine and a small glass of straight vodka for himself. They shared small talk while enjoying their drinks, each trying to control their anticipation. After Charisse had finished her glass of wine, Joseph took the glass and put it on the adjoining television stand. He got up and walked past Charisse to close the curtains in the room. He wanted to make it just a shade darker.

Joseph walked back to where Charisse was sitting, positioning himself behind her as she sat in the chair. From behind and above he could see the full cleavage and the nipples that strained to get out of that thin cloth. Her legs were crossed and all he could see was her thigh and leg, both thick and beautiful.

She glanced back at him briefly before turning back around. The brief glance penetrated him with her soft, smoky eyes.

Joseph put his hands on her shoulders, pulled her hair away from her right ear and whispered, "I want to fuck you Charisse."

She let out a gasp but did not turn around.

He moved to the other ear. Again he said, "I want to fuck you Charisse."

Charisse turned her head and offered him her full red lips. Joseph captured her entire lower lip in his mouth and sucked hard before plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. Their tongues locked as they attacked each other with all the passion they could muster.

Joseph broke their embrace and moved around to the front of Charisse. She stood up and they embraced again, kissing passionately. The electricity between them was intense and they were both consumed with excitement. Joseph could wait no longer to touch that ass. He reached down and gripped those wonderful ass cheeks. He squeezed hard. Once...twice...three times, squeezing and pressing her body against his as hard as he could. The heat coming from her body was overwhelming.

But Joseph was anxious to see this woman's pussy, to eat her. He asked Charisse to sit back down on the seat.

He went to his knees in front of her, resting both hands on her thighs. He looked up into her lustful eyes before burying his mouth into her right thigh, then her left. He began kissing, licking and sucking her thighs before moving down to her thick legs and ankles. His mouth, tongue and hands were everywhere, the excitement of exploring this woman for the first time overwhelming.

Joseph parted her legs and reached under to find her panties. Charisse knew what he wanted and raised up enough to allow him to take them off. Joseph pushed up her short skirt, revealing Charisse's beautiful black pussy surrounded by massive dark brown thighs. It was an unbelievable sight and he took a moment to savor what he was seeing. Her pussy was full, with short cropped black hair. It was a pussy made to be eaten. It was a pussy made to be fucked.

Joseph reached under Charisse, gripping her ass so that he could lift her hips to his face. He then buried his face into her pussy, kissing and licking her wet pussy lips. With Charisse moaning and squirming in his embrace, he reached with one hand and opened her pussy enough to insert his tongue. When he did so he plunged it in as deep and far as it would go, moving it in a frenzy. He was eating this beautiful black goddess and he was filled with the aroma of her sex. Charisse responded to his tongue by crying out loudly, causing Joseph to increase the intensity of his licking and sucking. Joseph's instincts about this woman had been right. Her sexuality was incredible.

Charisse's emotions and physical sensations were in a wild state. She couldn't believe how sexy and good this man was. He was driving her crazy. When he plunged his tongue inside her she had come immediately. She was being eaten with a desire and passion she had never experienced before and she was relishing every moment of it.

"Oh Joseph," she said. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Not yet, baby. Not yet."

Joseph continued to eat Charisse, stopping only long enough to play with her pussy with his fingers. He inserted one finger and then two, finding the clitoris to give her even more pleasure. He was driving her crazy and he knew it.

After eating her for several minutes Joseph was ready. He stood up and helped a shaky Charisse to her feet. He then began taking off her clothes, slowly and with great care. He pulled her top over her head, revealing a massive dark brown torso. Her magnificent tits exploded into freedom and he took a minute just to look and savor such a fantastic body. He unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. Charisse was left with only her stockings and high heel shoes. Taking a step back to get the full view, Joseph just shook his head, the sight reminding him once again why he loved black women so much. This was the sexiest woman he had ever encountered.

Charisse loved the attention she was getting from this man and she was enjoying showing off her body. She had a little of the exhibitionist in her and always had a desire to have men look at her naked. But her life never gave her that opportunity. That is, not until today. She stood tall and proud with her head held back, desiring to give this man the complete view of her spectacular body. Her pussy was flowing and it was on fire.

Charisse returned the favor and quickly took Joseph's clothes off. They squeezed in a tight embrace and kissed passionately. Joseph moved down and began licking Charisse's huge tits, taking each nipple into his mouth in succession.

"Let's go to the bed," he said. "I'm ready to fuck you."

Charisse moved to the bed quickly and stretched out her large body on top of it. Joseph looked down in absolute amazement at the awesome site. There was flesh everywhere, beautiful brown flesh with an amazing pussy as the centerpiece. He could feel the heat coming from her body and her eyes were piercing his, radiating total and absolute desire.

Joseph positioned himself on top of Charisse, straddling her. Slowly he put his dick in her hot, wet pussy. The moment was like an electric shock for both of them and they started fucking like two out of control animals, bucking wildly against each other in pure sexual lust. Joseph came violently as he strained to get his dick as deep as possible into this great woman.

"Oh baby, I'm fucking you, you beautiful woman," he cried."

Charisse was gasping for air. Joseph collapsed on top of her but rested only for a few seconds. He began licking her neck and face and mouth before attacking her mouth again. Here took her tongue into his mouth and sucked just as hard as he could. Charisse's tongue was large and fluttered against the back of his throat. He had never experienced such an active tongue and he was relishing the sensation.

This woman radiated raw heat and Joseph was soon ready to fuck again. He rose up and began fucking her as fast and as hard as he could. Her pussy was hot and tight and wet in response to the taste of his dick. She was moaning loudly as he pumped away and it didn't take long for him to explode inside her. Joseph slumped on top of her, their sweat-soaked bodies still clinging tightly together.

Joseph wasn't ready to let up. He began kissing and licking her face, soon moving down to her chest. With those beautiful tits exposed, he began to lick and suck them passionately, moaning and groaning as he did so. Joseph was on fire, squeezing this woman tightly while licking her chest, neck and face.

After several minutes of feasting on Charisse's magnificent body, Joseph pushed himself up in the bed and rested on his knees. He looked down and underneath him was a naked, gorgeous woman, her tits and pussy glistening in the soft light of the room. He straddled her again and slowly inserted his dick into her waiting pussy. Joseph was at home. Putting his swollen dick into this beautiful black goddess's pussy made him feel complete. It was the perfect moment.

Joseph began fucking Charisse with long slow thrusts. When he couldn't wait any longer he forced his hips against her pelvis as hard as he could, straining to get his dick into this woman as deep as possible. All the way inside her, Joseph let his dick move and this caused Charisse to yell out loud. She grabbed his ass with both hands and began bucking against him with all her strength. She reached orgasm immediately, coming with hard, uncontrollable spasms while Joseph simultaneously emptied himself insider her.

Their bodies spelled with exhaustion, Joseph and Charisse lay motionless, clinging to each other while their breathing was returning to normal.

Charisse stared at the ceiling, her mind lost in the past few moments. She was getting the fuck of her life. She had through some miracle found the man of her dreams, the man who could make her body feel and respond the way nature designed it to do. She had always imagined what it would be like to really unleash her true sexuality on someone and now she knew.

"As much as I hate to I need to get up and go to the bathroom," Charisse said.

"You can go but only if you hurry back."

Charisse got up and Joseph got a full view of her backside as she walked the few steps to the bathroom. Her ass was bigger and more beautiful than any he had ever seen, including Yolanda's. It was huge, full and hard and bouncing magnificently from one side to the other.

A few minutes later Charisse emerged from the bathroom and just stood there, her completely nude figure striking a pose just for this wonderful man who had been fucking her. She loved it when Joseph looked at her. His eyes pierced her with a fierceness that she had never experienced before.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"I think I want to fuck you again."

Charisse grinned. "Sorry, no more fucking until I suck your dick."

She brought a wet rag to the bed and began washing Joseph's dick. He was already hard as a rock.

"Charisse, I've got to warn you. With those lips of yours, I won't last long. You might get a mouthful."

"Just let me worry about that."

This time Charisse was on top, straddling the naked man below her. Joseph propped himself up in the bed to get a view of what would soon happen. Charisse looked at him with lust and then moved her head down, putting his hard dick in her mouth. She encircled it with her tongue and forced it all the way to the back of her throat. Joseph was overcome by a hot, wet sensation. He looked in amazement at this beautiful black woman's thick, full lips encircling his dick.

Joseph knew that he was about to come and released himself from Charisse. He slid under her and guided his dick into her wet pussy. He was on fire and began bucking like a wild animal, fucking this woman with uncontrollable lust and passion. Her scorching black body was bouncing up and down and she was yelling with pleasure. They both came violently again, sweat pouring from their bodies and clutching each other while the spasms subsided.

Joseph and Charisse held each other tightly, both in a daze and both completely exhausted. With Charisse's beautiful body covering his, Joseph reached around her and clutched her ass with both hands. He then wrapped his legs around hers to make their union even tighter.

They were speechless for several minutes, both contemplating the great experience they had just had. Charisse's mind was racing. Never, ever, had she experienced such passion from a man and never had she unleashed such passion. She realized that Joseph was a once in a lifetime find and she vowed to never let this man get away from her.

Joseph was spent, lying motionless and in a daze. This was an extraordinary woman, black and beautiful, and she had just fucked him to exhaustion. His third experience with a black woman was another trip down a road of complete and uncontrollable lust.

He raised his hand to the bottom of her chin and pulled her head up to look into her eyes.

"Charisse, there are no words to describe how incredible I think you are," he said. "You are the greatest woman I have ever met in my life."

"I can say the same about you."

Joseph and Charisse grudgingly got dressed and were soon ready to leave. Neither wanted this afternoon to end.

Joseph walked Charisse to her car, kissed her, and said, "I'll call you."

"Make it soon, very soon," she said.

Driving home, Charisse was thinking about only one thing – Joseph and the incredible fucking he had just given her. The exciting thing to her was that she knew that this was only the beginning. She knew that she would fuck this man wherever and whenever he wanted.

Joseph thought back to that moment in the bar when Charisse had walked in. It seemed like years ago now. He couldn't believe his luck and that he had been able to meet and fuck such a beautiful woman. All his life he had craved black women, never really believing that his fantasy would ever come true. But now he had fucked three spectacular black women and he was consumed with his lust for them.

Joseph reached for his cell phone and dialed Charisse's number.

"Hey beautiful. Are you ok?"

"I'm great," she said. "I'm glad you called. Want to get together tomorrow?"

"Of course. You took the question right out of my mouth."