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Big Black Delivery (Interracial Black MM/White F Erotica)
(Jane Snow)

"Who... who is it?"  I asked.

I heard a muffled response but couldn't make out the words.  After a sigh, I turned off the water, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body.  I opened the door a crack and looked out to see Dylan outside the door.

"Yes?"  I asked.

"Oh, sorry ma'am.  We were wondering if you could help us real quick.  Our hands are too large to fit in the piping for the dryer.  There's a vacuum I can grab from the truck, but I need to know how solid the object in the vent pipe is," Dylan replied.

"Wait, an object in the vent pipe?"

"Uh, yeah, we shined a light and it didn't light up the pipe.  There's something there.  I tried to put my hand in there but, well," Dylan said as he raised his hand and pointed to it.

It was a pretty large hand, just like the rest of his massive body.  I nodded and grabbed a bathrobe from behind the door.  After closing the door, I quickly wiped my body off with my towel and put the bathrobe on.  I tightly wrapped the belt around my waist, looked at the mirror to make sure I was at least somewhat presentable and opened the door.

"Really sorry about this ma'am," Dylan apologized.

"Oh, it's okay, nothing you can do about it, other than not working out," I replied with a smile.

"Ha, can't do that.  Can't lift these appliances without a lot of strength," Dylan said as he led the way back to the laundry room.

Roger was holding the shelving up with one hand while looking down at his phone.  He scrolled through whatever was on his screen, flicking left and right before looking up at us.  Dylan gave him a small nod and pointed down at the vent opening.

"If you feel uncomfortable in any way with putting your hand in there, I have this flashlight.  Maybe you might be able to see what it is while I go grab the vacuum.  I can go grab a pair of rubber gloves too," Dylan said.

"Okay, yeah, gloves would be nice," I said as I took the flashlight.

I got down on my hands and knees and turned on the flashlight.  It was indeed extremely bright, almost like a floodlight.  I was not prepared for such a bright amount of light to hit me and I had to close my eyes briefly.

"Oh shit, you okay?"  Roger asked.

"Yes, I'm okay, just give me a moment," I answered.

"All right, Roger, hold that shelving tight man.  I'm gonna go grab the vacuum and a pair of gloves," Dylan said.

I could hear his steps as he left the room and rushed down the stairs.  There was still a bright spot even with my eyes closed that was slowly dissipating.  After shaking my head, I opened my eyes and pointed the flashlight down at the vent opening.  Roger had switched arms to hold the shelving and was leaning slightly, his attention still on his phone.

I glanced up between his legs and sucked in my lips in anticipation.  With him standing with his legs opened up, his crotch was at eye level and I could get a clear view.  He had pulled his boxers back up and the tip of his manhood was sticking out through the leg opening, hanging right beside his thick, muscular leg.

My body immediately grew hot as I stared at the thick, long, black member.  Up close it was even bigger than I had initially thought.  The lips of my sex quivered and I desperately wanted to get back into the shower to quell the flames.

Roger cleared his throat and I looked up, locking eyes with him.  My face blushed red as I realized he had noticed that I had been staring.  I had no idea how long I had been on my knees staring, but there was no excuse I could think of as to why.

"Like what you see?"  He asked with a grin.

"Huh?  What?  I don't...  I mean, it was... an accident," I stuttered.

"It's all right, nothing to be ashamed of.  The few dates I've gone on, I got the same response, you know?  Some of my dates even asked if it was real.  Like, I guess they thought I stuck a dildo down in my boxers for some damn reason," he continued.

"Oh jeez, I'm so embarrassed.  It's...  I mean, I've never...  It does look fake though, I mean, it's so rare to see it so...  well... large," I said, my lips trembling with each word.

"Trust me, this ain't fake," Roger said as he put his phone in his pocket.

He reached down and pulled open the slit in boxers, and pulled his cock out, letting it swing freely right in front of me.  I gasped in surprise and moved back, shocked by his behavior.  Yet, my eyes were affixed to his big black member, slightly twitching to life as he looked down at me.

My heart raced as I stared at, wondering what it would feel like in my hands, around my lips and deep between my legs.  He licked his lips as he stared down, just barely able to see the top of my breasts hidden beneath my bathrobe.  It had been so long since a man had paid this much attention to me.

"You're welcome to touch it.  Don't worry, it don't bite," Roger said.

"What?  I can't do that, I'm married," I responded.

"It's just touching, that ain't cheating," Roger insisted.

I stared at his manhood, my mind reeling while my body moved on its own.  My right hand rose up, trembling as it neared his shaft.  I could see it slowly enlarge as my hand neared, growing harder as I got closer.

"Just touching..." I whispered.

"Yeah, that's it," Roger urged.

My fingers touched his shaft and it flinched.  I immediately pulled my hand back a bit in surprise.  His cock throbbed as it hardened even more, growing semi-erect in front of me.  My hand slowly made its way back towards it again, my fingers gently wrapped around his hot shaft.

"Wow..."  I mouthed.