0 comments/ 16352 views/ 12 favorites Civil Servant By: ChokoLitStixxx332 Deborah Wilkins didn't know what was coming over her. She had spent the last three years moving from city to city on a mission to change the world. As a former clinical psychologist, she took her book knowledge and used that experience to serve as a community liaison of sorts. Being a retired woman (thanks to her private practice and careful investments), Deborah now served as a self appointed civil servant, who volunteered at soup kitchens, homeless shelters, diversion programs and prison reform centers. She especially loved to work with at risk youth and attempted to help stir them back in the right direction. She currently resides in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Now while Pittsburgh is a gorgeous, historical city, it quietly hides a lot of pain, disappointment and depression. This came from when many of the local industries (particularly steel, but also coal and manufacturing) went bust. Many families had chosen the region, in spite of the up and down weather, as a place to call home. While many were able to adapt with the decline of the local industries, or simply moved on...just as many were not, basically giving them a feeling of being "stuck." It was this social stress that brought Deborah to Pittsburgh. She spent her weekends working with a local black church to run a makeshift homeless shelter, while the pastor also spread the word of her counseling services. At first, nobody showed up. Until, one day, along came a nineteen year old by the name of Rahdell Simmons. Rahdell was a beautiful example of what a mixed race sexual encounter could produce. It's like his ancestry gave him the best of both world's. He had silky, close cropped black hair from his white side...smooth, rounded head from his black side. Large, wide nostrils from his black side...with thin, but juicy lips from his white side. He stood around 5'11, but weighed a massive 250 pounds... ALL muscle, even though he had a little bit of a stomach on him. Sporting hazel-green eyes, Rahdell had broad, wide shoulders...a massive gorilla chest...super slim waist...and as a final gift of his African ancestry...A STACKED GHETTO BOOTY. He knocked on her shabby, little office door in the churches basement, but didn't wait to come in. It was more like a knock of "I'm here- here I come." "Hnhh?" Deborah gasped, being that it was nearly twelve o clock midnight. Somehow Deborah had simply lost track of time. "How may I help you?" Deborah regained her composure rather quickly. "Well, you know, I don't really believe in all of this hocus pocus religous stuff, but we do respect the work that y'all do around here," the young man bore his eyes into the 51 year old MILF. "Thank you," Deborah quickly gave him a once over, while also doing what she does best...EVALUATION. While Deborah did not feel threatened, especially in a church setting, the young black man did strike her as lonely...agitated...and to be honest, at a cross roads of sorts. Not that it was good to capitalize on another's misery, but Deborah was born for this, and instantly viewed Rahdell as a project. "Sign says on site counselling," Rahdell forged ahead. "That's right...we want to not only feed the body and soul, but also the human mind-" "Whoa, whoa, whoa" Rahdell held up a hand. "I just came in to see what all of this is about." "At twelve o clock?" Deborah stood up to lead this little session somewhere else. It wasn't out of fear. It was just the professional in her. Some things never change." "Why are you standing to leave?" Rahdells feelings became hurt. "It's late, sweety, and I need to be locking up anyways. Pastor doesn't like me here after midnight. Says the neighborhood can be kinda rough." "It can," Rahdell said. "But you're with me. Can't nobody get to you without coming through me. So sit down. I just need to talk." Deborah felt a funny feeling take over her as she looked over Rahdell. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt, camouflage cargo shorts and solid black shoes. For some reason, his caramel skin looked so pretty to her and she saw a quick flash in her mind, like an Ally McBeal moment. In it, Rahdell still had on his t-shirt and black shoes...but no shorts. He was bent at the churches altar, Muslim style, with face to the floor and his massive ass high in the air...with her tongue jammed deep inside. "Oh my-" "What's wrong?" Rahdell spoke innocently. "Are you okay?" "I-I...I was having a moment," Deborah admitted. "That was wierd...and different...and exciting." "Hmm?" Rahdell scrunched his eyebrows up. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Maybe you need to be the one talking to me." Rahdell, while talking, had walked over and plopped his fat ass directly on her desk, so that he was literally looking down on her, with her and the chair that she was sitting in between his legs. "Maybe," Deborah said with a self depreciating smile. It wasn't that she didn't feel attractive. At five-eleven, and sandy hair cut short in a business women's pixie bob, many men appreciated her small, delicate face. "Look at me," Rahdell clasped his mitten like hands over her face, causing a warmth to wash over her body. "Maybe we can both help each other." "How-" she started to say, until Rahdell silenced her with a long and deep french kiss. She knew it was wrong, but sitting between his legs, she had nowhere to go anyways. If she stood up, she'd most likely lose her balance and that would only send them both tumbling down to the floor. See. That's how she got in trouble the last time...allowing one of the young, black men to become too close. My goodness, how long had it been since her last indiscretion? She had been assigned to a center for at risk youth, when Tyrone (an eighteen year old on probation for auto theft) dragged her into a supply closet, flung her backwards across a table and leaned over her in a 69. At the time, she had been rather inexperienced and decided to do whatever he told her. "Grab dat ass and pull down on it, while simultaneously pushing up with your throat. Try to get dat shit down to the fucking balls. C'mon, baby." When Tyrone latched onto her clit, (sucking, rocking and twisting) while fingering her at the same time, she fucking lost it and squirted all over his fucking face. That caused her lips to fly open, during which Tyrone jammed the remainder of his TEN INCH pipe into the back of her throat. Of course she gagged and choked obscenely...but only at first. By the end of that particular summer, she could not only take Tyrone down like a pro..she could do the same for all of his homeboys as well. It ended up being a summer of only sucking and fucking. And it stayed that way until one of her fellow counselors caught her. She promised she would never do it again and was let off with a free pass. But here she was again, doing what she said she would not do. What was it about these sexy ass colored boys that she could not resist? As Rahdell stood up and dropped his shorts, quickly wiggling free so he could kick a shoe laced foot against a wall (basically locking her in) she got her answer. While it wasn't a million feet long like so often exaggerated, it was thick as fuck. It had to be a solid two and a half inches wide, just under three inches thick and a respectful NINE inches long. But what really turned her on were the massive tributaries of pulsating veins. There was something special about when a mans dick throbbed around at the back of her throat. Deborah had gone a long ten years without any black dick, and was beyond herself as she leaned under him and allowed him to drop his nuts into her mouth like a teabag. "Ughh, fuck," Rahdell threw his head back and rolled his eyes into the back of his skull. "Oh gawwwwdddd that feels so fucking good. Aww, fuck. Unnn." Once his nuts were coated in saliva, she chewed along his shaftway (like a corncob) as she tried to coach him to an extra inch of hardness. "You really like dat shit, huh?" Rahdell showed his pearly whites. "Suck dat muthafucka...eat it up, girl." "Goo-oomp...oom...mrmpphh," Deborah struggled to stuff the dick down her throat. She had bigger dicks, so she knew she could do it. It was just his thickness...along with the fact that it was bent at the middle. "Look at you, whore: in a church, at my feet and with a dick stuffed down your throat. Who does that?" Rahdell shook his head. "You something else, girl." For the next ten minutes, Deborah was in black dick paradise as she bobbed up and down like a crazed maniac. Spit soaked over her hardened nipples and pooled right where it belonged: between her legs. "Why don't you slide a few fingers into dat tight hole? I want to see you squirming," Rahdell suggested. With one hand locked at the base of his dick, and the other hand resting on his massive black ass, she was too busy to register what he just said. It took a gentle- yet firm- slap to the side of her face to get her attention. "Ay, do you hear me?" he curled all ten fingers into her hair. "I'll take over up here. You need to do what the fuck I'm telling you to. Play wit dat pussy. C'mon." Deborah let out a gurgled moan as she sank not one... not two...but three fingers inside of herself. Words cannot describe how beautiful it felt to feel her pussy lock up at the same time she choked on the massive dick. "You gon' squirt for me?" Rahdell looked down on her in voyeuristic lust. "Squirt dat shit for your boy. Lemme see. C'mon." Deborah knew it was going to be a big one, because Deborah knew herself. But what she didn't expect was to nut so hard that her body un-copulated from Rahdell and she blacked out. "Hey, hey," Rahdell shook her shoulders. "Hnhhh?" she drew in a long breath. "At ah, you're okay," Rahdell knelt before her. "Give me a hug and count to ten." "What happened?" she begged Rahdell. "You got your nut off. What else? Now you need to make me do the same thing." "Not here," she led him to one of the storage rooms where they kept old pews. She then had him kneel, (face down- ass up) so that she could recreate her perverted little fantasy where she jacked off his dick while slurping away at his ass. She knew what would happen if the pastor ever learned of her disingenuous ways. But as she listened to him growl like an ape in the African jungle (while painting the floor white with cum), she thought, "Tough." When Deborah began to mop it all back up with her tongue, Rahdell felt his adrenaline surge through the roof and buried his dick inside of her soaking wet pussy. The orgasms came hard...the orgasms came fast. Just like the last time she became involved with one of her young, black muses. She knew that she started something that would not end overnight. And she was okay with that. Why? "Because it was a 'Civil Service..."