Sheri Takes A Missionary Trip

A good church going wife gets in touch with her dark side.

It was August of 24 when I signed up for our church mission to Jamaica. This would be my 10th one I’ve been on but never to Jamaica. It would be one to remember.
Chad my husband couldn’t go this time. He was preparing to retire. We are both 63 and I had retired a year ago.
Arriving at the airport to catch my flight I received a phone call from my mission roommate Noelle. It seems she had a family emergency and couldn’t make the trip.
The flight was fairly short and on arrival we were met by an older and very dark skinned man who was to be our driver during our stay. My 9 fellow missionaries boarded the bus, I was last.
Standing there our driver took my hand and introduced himself. Smiling he introduced himself, “My name is Lamar” he said. “And you are?”Sheri I said, nervously. I looked up at him as he towered above me. At 5’4 a lot of people do. Can I ask how tall are you?
Smiling down at me he said, “I’m 6’7 Miss Sheri do you like tall men? You know bigger is better, right?”
My palms were now sweating as I looked at this huge black man. I better get on the bus, I said in a shaking voice.
“Lamar and Miss Sheri are going to be great friends “ he said laughing.
Sitting down in the front seat of the bus I couldn’t help but look over at him. He must be in his 60’s I thought. Very handsome and in great shape. My mind started to wander.
I had only been with one black man in my life. 2 months before Chad and I were married. A girlfriend and I had went out for a drink and met an old classmate. One thing led to another and both of us wound up in his room. It was a long but fun night.
As I looked at Lamar my eyes gradually started downward. OMG I thought, the bulge in his pants was absolutely amazing. It went halfway down his thigh.As I glanced up there was Lamar smiling at me.
I quickly turned to look out the window.
Arriving at our hotel I quickly got off the bus and went in to register. After being given my room key I realized I had not gotten my bags. Not looking forward to going back to retrieving them I turned.There stood Lamar my bags in hand.Thank you Lamar I said, not looking at him.
“You have a long walk Miss Sheri, I’ll carry them for you. You’re across the hotel from the rest of your friends.”
Thank you I stammered.
“My pleasure Miss Sheri, my pleasure indeed” he chuckled.
Arriving at my room Lamar took my key opened the door. Entering first he placed my bag on a luggage rack.
Thank you Lamar, I said still not able to look him in the eye.
Laughingly he said, “ What no tip Miss Sheri?”
I’m so sorry Lenard I said as I reached for my purse. The tone of his voice changed. With almost a growl he said “You know what I want! All you church ladies come here thinking you’re going to save us. Most of you leave with the taste of some big black cock in your mouth. In the last month and a half I’ve fucked 4 of you missionaries. You’re about to be number 5. I saw you staring at my cock in the bus.”
With that he pulled my purse from my hand and threw it on the floor.
Lifting me up like a toy he pinned me against the wall kissing me passionately. He then spun me around pushing my head into the wall, I felt him pulling my dress up and my panties down.
Fingering my already wet pussy I could feel the heat of his body as I heard his pants hit the floor.
Kicking my feet apart I felt his cock at my vagina. Slowly he pushed in. My god he was huge.
Past the point of no return I bent over slightly offering myself to him.
“There you go Miss Sheri It’s Lamar’s big black cock you been craving isn’t it bitch.”
It is Lamar I said. Fuck me please!
And that’s what he did. He was the biggest cock I ever had and I wanted more.
“You white sluts are all the same, you love that black duck don’t you?”
We do I stammered.
“Get on your fucking knees Miss Sheri and taste old Lamar’s cock.”he said.
Falling to my knees I came face to face with the biggest and thickest cock I had ever seen. With out a thought I opened my mouth.
Lamar tried to push into my throat but it was impossible. The girth of it made it that way.
“ Suck that mother fucker church lady” he hissed.
Suck it I did, like a whore. Suddenly I felt him tense.
“Got something for you my little blonde hair bitch.”
His hand on the back of my head I felt him explode. Stream after stream of his Jamaican cum poured down my throat. Pulling out of mouth he had saved some and started to cover my face. I could no longer see out of my glasses.
Stepping back Lamar laughed, “ You fucking white bitches are so easy. Next time I’ll bring some friends “
With that he wiped his cock clean on my hair and dressed.
“Miss Sheri, there will be more of this!”
I was hoping there would be.