A Helping Hand Chapter Two: Coming To Terms

Charlene and Keith make an agreement that benefits both sides.

It only took two months before I realized that what Karl had told me was right.

Remmy’s mom was a black cock slut, not that she did anything to confirm it in person; no, she was too good for that, but online, the woman craved it.

I had put spyware on her computer, phone, and laptop. Not anything that would send up any red flags or anything, just enough for me to see what Charlene had been up to, and see what she was looking at, and what I found was a tremendous amount of interracial porn, ranging from videos, comics, images, gifs, and everything in between.

She had saved cuckold videos, and especially anal videos. Watching black cocks on her screen violating assholes was her favorite.

Charlene had even written some interracial erotica on many websites. I had read more than enough to know that she was craving the real thing and was waiting for the right opportunity.

Charlene didn’t want some thug, or some black guy off the street, to be her first experience; no, she wanted it to be mutual, with someone she knew.

Her stories ranged from the black mailman that delivered her packages coming into the house and having his way with her, to one of the cute office assistants at work asking and begging her for overtime and being her pet.

I hadn’t had any experience with her yet that told me she wanted me to be her first black cock, but I knew she liked having me over her house.