Tales of Joseph Hill

“Come over to the House. I have a surprise for you.-Anniston.”

I looked at the message on my phone and sighed, my eyes going back to the winding up lecture.

My name is Joseph Hill. I am a 22 year old guy who comes all the way from Africa, studying in California on a scholarship. My father was from the Seychelles and my mother from the continent proper. It’s from my dad’s genes that I get my lighter skin tone. “Light-skin black” as others may call it.

Now, let me destroy any misconceptions you may have at first. I am not some big, hulking black man with a long and huge dick…there are those men out there, black or white or of other countries who are certainly blessed with such, but not me. It’s a stupid misconception.

My dick is 6 inches and really thick. That’s my claim to fame. My dick is so thick that it fills out any cunt that blesses it with it’s presence. And yes, blesses MY cock with it’s presence. I’m not one of those men that think that women fall at their feet just for their dick size. That’s stupid. The world would be full of Bimbos if that were true. Or those that do are just massive thots. Anyway, it’s usually my efforts to please my lover before myself that gets me into women’s beds.

For me, getting pussy comes from two sources usually. Lonely housewives and cheated on women/girlfriends. Not that i can’t get my own girlfriend, but I see no reason to get a girl I like then sleep with someone else because I also like them. I thus stayed single. It’s a stupid thing to think you can give one person your love and another your body and pleasure and make it work.

This, of course, was what I learned from my own experience with seeing my father and Mother’s relationship, leading to their breakup. My father would come home late, with pink lipstick marks on his chest and shirt and thought he would still have my mother if he showered her with gifts. This may work on some women who stay in such relationships for security, but not my mom. She dumped his ass straight away and raised me on her own, denying my father any rights to see me, even when he eventually cleaned up his act, got married again and became very successful, offering to pay for my education.

She told him where he could shove his money. Right up his ass.

That being said, I did my part and got good grades in my subjects through high school and got a scholarship to Westmont college in California. My mother was so proud. I was going to study computer science and get a good job in I.T company back in Africa.

Of course, there were always distractions. Take the sender of this message. Laura Anniston nee Tanner.

She was 32 years old, divorced, step mother to her 17 year old ex-husband’s daughter with his first wife and drop dead gorgeous. She had long blonde hair with streaks of black, a beautiful face with warm brown eyes and perfect full lips. She had an amazing and curvaceous figure while still keeping fit and slim. Her ass was the envy of most women and she had the largest pairs of tits I had ever scene. If anyone had had her, they would have been more than satisfied with snagging such a woman.

Her husband hadn’t.

John tanner was an imposing man to say the least. Quite a good businessman and a giant in his business dealings. He had real success in his life. Money in the bank, a beautiful wife at home and a child to seal the deal and confirm his virility to the world. Or so he told himself. But with his success came arrogance. He slept around and had a poor time trying to hide it. It took only the second time he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume for his wife to catch on. He dumped his ass and served him divorce papers the very same day that she met me, leaving him to explain to his daughter what was going on.

We thus met in a bar, Laura silently drinking her sorrows away. It was one of those expensive and high end bars in Los Angeles. I had been working as a bartender and was on my very last shift working for the place when I noticed her. I had been thinking of actually chatting up one of the pretty young things who had been giggling everytime they looked my way. But seeing her so down just made me want to hug her. Not that I did. That would have been awkward.

I had already noticed the shining and expensive looking wedding band on her finger and so knew I could still get lucky with one of the young things I left behind. I just had to help the lady in front of me first.

“Hi. My name’s Joseph. What’s yours?” I said, smoothly moving to sit next to her own barstool. Her brown eyes moved from my drink to my face before she sighed. “Laura.”

She hadn’t told me to scram yet so I took that’s as my permission to go on. “Well Laura, I’m sure you’re not in the mood to get hit on. So I’ll tell you that I’m not here to do that. But seeing a beautiful woman like yourself down in the dumps just makes me feel bad. So, I thought that, seeing as we may never see each other again after tonight, how about you tell a complete stranger what’s got your heart so down. I may not be able to help, but telling someone could at least lessen the feeling you’re dragging around. And I am a good listener.” I said, looking at her expectantly.

At that moment, I had thought Laura would actually say no and ask me to leave her alone. But soon after, the whole story of her and the scumbag ex-husband John came out, soon I was wiping away her tears as the club’s music played in the background, letting her sob and cry her pain away silently in peace. The pretty young ladies had already left and I sighed as I got ready for a lone night of blueballs and porn before the now calm blonde looked at me getting ready to leave as well and gently caught hold of my arm.

“Would you…would you like to get out of here?” She had asked.

She wasn’t drunk. Having been a bartender for some time, I could know. So I took her hand and nodded.

What followed was a whirlwind of sex, fucking, kissing and moaning and even lovemaking throughout the night in an expensive hotel room that she paid for. When morning came, she was holding onto me possesively.