A Masked Ball

By Brock Johnson

A young athlete goes jogging during a health crisis and seemingly chances upon a beautiful woman pleasuring herself in an empty, public park. Our intrepid young man joins her, and together they enjoy each others' favors. She explores her desire for large, dark men. He enjoys the pleasure of white, middle-aged cougars. Spicing things up is the fact that her husband is watching via her smart phone and enjoying the hot humiliation of watching his spouse make love with another man. In the end, our hero has enjoyed this woman in every way, she has satisfied her desire for large, dark things, and her husband is ready to love her all the more for what she gave. And our hero leaves with an offer for a repeat performance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tall Tale Depot, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005481285

Brock Johnson

One should live one's life according one's own credo. I have always believed this. I have traveled the world and had many adventures as the captain of my own destiny. I have always been the one to have a girl in every port. I have always been the one in command of any situation in which I found myself. I have been a man who has lived life as a man ought. And because of that I give to you the experiences of a lifetime as a man who knows what he wants and gets what he wants. My stories are only slightly altered from the pages of my biography. Raised in a Florida town, I joined the Merchant Marine and traveled the world. I have seen everything worth seeing and done everything worth doing. Now I share the experiences of a life well lived, the life of a man, with you. Enjoy!

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A Masked Ball

By

Brock Johnson

Copyright 2020 HSB and Tall Tale Depot

All rights reserved.

Published by Tall Tale Depot, Inc.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All persons depicted in this fiction are consenting adults over the age of eighteen, as required by federal law.

Prologue

You know, there is nothing quite like sinking the whole considerable length of my big black cock all the way into the pink and pale pussy of a white chick. Being the guy I am, I get more than my share of white trim. And it happens in the damnedest of places. I've had white girls on basketball courts, in libraries, in parks. Hell, I even scored some delectable snatch on the Eiffel Tower! This time, it happened, again, outdoors. And on the top of a cliff!

And it wasn't like I was actively looking for hole to fill. Just like always, I just happened to be at the right place and the right time. And she happened to be looking for some fine dark meat to fill her up.

I think we both got what we wanted.

I spotted her in Allison Park. This is a small park on the Jersey side of the Hudson. It sits atop the Palisades and has a fantastic view of the Cloisters Museum in Upper Manhattan. And even though I love the Cloisters and the whole area around Inwood, the view she gave me when we met was far more interesting than anything happening on, over, or across the river.

What happened next... Well, read on, dear reader. Read on.

Chapter One: One Good Workout Deserves...

One of the great pains in the ass of our times is that they keep canceling sport’s seasons. Basketball has been a big part of my life since I was a kid. Even now, college graduate and rising engineer, I still love the game so much I play in amateur leagues across New York City. And I’m good - all false modesty aside - good enough I could have made the NBA. But I didn’t have the fire in belly one needs for that. Besides, I had my heart set on a career in engineering and, well, that’s the road I took and I regret nothing.

Even so, I love to play. And when the season was canceled on account of yet another pandemic, I needed another way to keep in shape. And that was why I happened to be jogging along the Palisades that day.

Damn good thing, too. It was because I was jogging in that place at that time that I got to indulge in my other passion - pussy! And not just any pussy, but, as I said, white pussy. Ever since I