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I'll be the first to admit I grew up a dumb redneck. Heck I'm still proud of the fact I was born and raised in a small farming community in Georgia.
I dropped out of school after junior high so I could work in my uncle's repair shop. I fixed trucks for honest farm folk during the week and I went hunting and fishing on weekends.
I remember the first time I met a black person. I was seventeen when he came into my uncle's shop with a broken fan belt. Well we sent him packing and when he came back because no one else in town would help him we charged him a hundred bucks for parts that cost ten.
I'm not proud of that, I just tell you so you know the way I was raised.
At the time I didn't think nothing about it until I told my girlfriend Mary-Jo about it. MJ got mad at me, telling me I had to get with the times and treat all people with dignity.
MJ always was the smartest girl in town. She finished high school and not only was she the head cheerleader but she also read stuff all the time.
MJ could have dated the quarterback if she'd wanted but she ended up with me. She lived on the farm next to ours and I guess you could say we were always childhood sweethearts.
Well eventually the economy turned and the bank foreclosed on my uncle's repair shop. Most of the farmers sold up and moved off the land so there was no work anywhere.
MJ and I had just gotten married at that point and I figured we'd move to a nearby town where my cousins lived but MJ had other ideas.
She said she was bored with small town life and she wanted to live in a big city. As a mechanic she reckoned I'd get work and she said she'd even wait tables again if she had to.
We didn't have kids yet and we were still young, so we moved to Las Vegas.
We were both able to find work easily enough but what they don't tell you about living in a big city is that it's expensive. MJ did have to wait tables and I had to moonlight as a parking attendant just so we could put food on the table.
Although I missed being able to go hunting or fishing, We did like the bright lights of Vegas life.
MJ met several other girls her age with similar backgrounds and they enjoyed bar hopping and going out dancing most weekends.
I discovered the girlie bars and I could spend hours watching the ladies taking their clothes off. MJ didn't mind because she had her own friends and they were having fun too.
The other new thing for me was that there were black folk everywhere. And not just porters or doormen like I expected either, there were rich ones and ones in suits from New York or Chicago.
MJ told me I was a redneck to worry about skin color but for me it was hard adjusting.
I did get to know one black guy, one of the other guys who worked at the parking garage with me, a big guy called Mandingo.
Mandingo told me his name was an African name but I was never really sure if he wasn't bullshitting me. He was always laughing at me and making fun of my small town ways and Southern accent.
What really annoyed me was that women flocked to Mandingo. He was quite muscly and always smiling, but I was sickened that even white women seemed to throw themselves at him.
We went to strip clubs sometimes and I swear he never had to pay for lap dances because the strippers all seemed to know him. I guess it worked out ok because the times I was with him I sometimes got free lap dances too.
All the time we spent hanging around the parking lot, Mandingo would tell me about all the white women he fucked. He told me he could have a different one every night and they were all begging for his big black cock.
He even showed it to me one night when we both went to the can. I was stunned because it wasn't even hard but it was as big as my arm. I couldn't imagine how a woman could even hold it let alone fit it inside her.
But there was no denying that women found Mandingo attractive. One night at work he got talking to one of the clients. She was a rich young housewife and when I got back from parking her Ferrari I found her still hanging around talking to Mandingo.
She handed him a piece of paper with her number on it and I noticed she was wearing a huge diamond engagement ring.
"What are you doing?" I asked Mandingo as the young lady finally walked off. "That girl's either engaged or married."
Mandingo was already grinning broadly but now he broke out into a laugh. I could never tell what he was laughing about.
"Man," he said. "Married women are even more desperate for black cock than single ones!"
When I told MJ about it later she told me I shouldn't judge him and that Vegas was full of all kinds of people and I should be more open minded.
Now my wife has always been a well made woman and I always used to get excited watching her getting ready to go out. She was raised too good to dress slutty like many other women but she looks sexy as hell in a tight white T-shirt and tight designer jeans.
I almost didn't care that those jeans cost me two hundred bucks when I saw how snug they fitted around her sixy little butt.
One night I was working at the parking lot and MJ got off early. She and her girlfriends decided to stop by and see me before heading out to a bar.
As usual I was parking the cars while Mandingo sat out the front and when I came back to the booth I saw Mandingo laughing and chatting with my wife and her two friends.
I was surprised to see MJ standing quite close to him and touching his arm while he made some joke.
I felt a sick feeling in my stomach but it disappeared when MJ saw me and smiled. She hugged me in front of Mandingo and it was clear that she was with me.
"Where are you going, tonight?" I asked and MJ said they were going to a nearby lounge for a drink.
MJ's girlfriends were good Southern girls like MJ and I knew their husbands but they were all obviously flirting with Mandingo. I was going to say something but MJ shot me a look and I held my peace.
For his part, Mandingo looked at his watch then he looked at me thoughtfully.
"It's almost closing time anyway," he said. "You can handle yourself for a few hours on your own can't you?"
Mandingo was always disappearing early to go on dates so I just nodded and waved to MJ as the four of them walked off towards the bar.
I finished up a couple of hours later and went home to an empty apartment.
I heard MJ coming in some time in the early hours of the morning. I thought I heard voices but I had to get up early to go to work at the wrecking yard so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
MJ was fast asleep in bed next to me when I got up the next day. She didn't need to get up till noon so I usually let her sleep.
That night Mandingo had all kinds of stories to tell me about how he'd gone home with one of the girls from the night before. He told me how he'd made out with two of them at the bar, and then they'd fought over who got to go home with him.
The one who'd one went down on him in the cab and then he'd fucked her stupid on her couch while her husband slept in the next room.
That kind of talk made me sick but we were stuck sitting next to each other for hours so there's was no getting away from it. Mandingo told me how MJ's girlfriend had cum so loud he had to cover her mouth to stop from waking up her old man.
"Did you at least use a rubber?" I asked him and this made him laugh even more.
"Man, I never use a rubber!" he hollered. "Hell even if I could find one that fit, it'd bust open when I came!"
This got me so mad I had to walk away to calm down. I came back a little later to find Mandingo talking to MJ and her girlfriend Peggy. Mj was standing close to Mandingo again and they were both dressed like they were going out.
MJ looked a little surprised to see me but she smiled when I walked up.
"I got off early again, honey," she said. "We're just gonna go down the road for a drink again, okay?"
"You'll come out again, won't you, Mandingo?" said Peggy.
I couldn't look at Peggy knowing that she had been fucked by a black man just the night before. I signaled to MJ that I had to stay at work.
Mandingo just grinned and put his arm around both MJ and Peggy.
"Let's go, ladies," he said to them as they giggled and walked off.
I don't remember hearing MJ coming in that night, but again she was fast asleep in bed next to me when I got up to go to work.
That night was Friday night, my one night off, so I flopped on the couch when I got home at five and I was out like a light after a long week at work.
MJ woke me up several hours later. She had just finished her shift and she was dressed to go out. She was wearing my favorite tight jeans and her big titties looked great in her top.
"Do you want to come out?" she asked me. "I'm meeting up with the girls and we're going dancing."
"Nah I'm tired," I said.
"You're friend from the parking lot said he'd come," continued MJ.
"He's not my friend," I grumbled.
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I'll be the first to admit I grew up a dumb redneck. Heck I'm still proud of the fact I was born and raised in a small farming community in Georgia.
I dropped out of school after junior high so I could work in my uncle's repair shop. I fixed trucks for honest farm folk during the week and I went hunting and fishing on weekends.
I remember the first time I met a black person. I was seventeen when he came into my uncle's shop with a broken fan belt. Well we sent him packing and when he came back because no one else in town would help him we charged him a hundred bucks for parts that cost ten.
I'm not proud of that, I just tell you so you know the way I was raised.
At the time I didn't think nothing about it until I told my girlfriend Mary-Jo about it. MJ got mad at me, telling me I had to get with the times and treat all people with dignity.
MJ always was the smartest girl in town. She finished high school and not only was she the head cheerleader but she also read stuff all the time.
MJ could have dated the quarterback if she'd wanted but she ended up with me. She lived on the farm next to ours and I guess you could say we were always childhood sweethearts.
Well eventually the economy turned and the bank foreclosed on my uncle's repair shop. Most of the farmers sold up and moved off the land so there was no work anywhere.
MJ and I had just gotten married at that point and I figured we'd move to a nearby town where my cousins lived but MJ had other ideas.
She said she was bored with small town life and she wanted to live in a big city. As a mechanic she reckoned I'd get work and she said she'd even wait tables again if she had to.
We didn't have kids yet and we were still young, so we moved to Las Vegas.
We were both able to find work easily enough but what they don't tell you about living in a big city is that it's expensive. MJ did have to wait tables and I had to moonlight as a parking attendant just so we could put food on the table.
Although I missed being able to go hunting or fishing, We did like the bright lights of Vegas life.
MJ met several other girls her age with similar backgrounds and they enjoyed bar hopping and going out dancing most weekends.
I discovered the girlie bars and I could spend hours watching the ladies taking their clothes off. MJ didn't mind because she had her own friends and they were having fun too.
The other new thing for me was that there were black folk everywhere. And not just porters or doormen like I expected either, there were rich ones and ones in suits from New York or Chicago.
MJ told me I was a redneck to worry about skin color but for me it was hard adjusting.
I did get to know one black guy, one of the other guys who worked at the parking garage with me, a big guy called Mandingo.
Mandingo told me his name was an African name but I was never really sure if he wasn't bullshitting me. He was always laughing at me and making fun of my small town ways and Southern accent.
What really annoyed me was that women flocked to Mandingo. He was quite muscly and always smiling, but I was sickened that even white women seemed to throw themselves at him.
We went to strip clubs sometimes and I swear he never had to pay for lap dances because the strippers all seemed to know him. I guess it worked out ok because the times I was with him I sometimes got free lap dances too.
All the time we spent hanging around the parking lot, Mandingo would tell me about all the white women he fucked. He told me he could have a different one every night and they were all begging for his big black cock.
He even showed it to me one night when we both went to the can. I was stunned because it wasn't even hard but it was as big as my arm. I couldn't imagine how a woman could even hold it let alone fit it inside her.
But there was no denying that women found Mandingo attractive. One night at work he got talking to one of the clients. She was a rich young housewife and when I got back from parking her Ferrari I found her still hanging around talking to Mandingo.
She handed him a piece of paper with her number on it and I noticed she was wearing a huge diamond engagement ring.
"What are you doing?" I asked Mandingo as the young lady finally walked off. "That girl's either engaged or married."
Mandingo was already grinning broadly but now he broke out into a laugh. I could never tell what he was laughing about.
"Man," he said. "Married women are even more desperate for black cock than single ones!"
When I told MJ about it later she told me I shouldn't judge him and that Vegas was full of all kinds of people and I should be more open minded.
Now my wife has always been a well made woman and I always used to get excited watching her getting ready to go out. She was raised too good to dress slutty like many other women but she looks sexy as hell in a tight white T-shirt and tight designer jeans.
I almost didn't care that those jeans cost me two hundred bucks when I saw how snug they fitted around her sixy little butt.
One night I was working at the parking lot and MJ got off early. She and her girlfriends decided to stop by and see me before heading out to a bar.
As usual I was parking the cars while Mandingo sat out the front and when I came back to the booth I saw Mandingo laughing and chatting with my wife and her two friends.
I was surprised to see MJ standing quite close to him and touching his arm while he made some joke.
I felt a sick feeling in my stomach but it disappeared when MJ saw me and smiled. She hugged me in front of Mandingo and it was clear that she was with me.
"Where are you going, tonight?" I asked and MJ said they were going to a nearby lounge for a drink.
MJ's girlfriends were good Southern girls like MJ and I knew their husbands but they were all obviously flirting with Mandingo. I was going to say something but MJ shot me a look and I held my peace.
For his part, Mandingo looked at his watch then he looked at me thoughtfully.
"It's almost closing time anyway," he said. "You can handle yourself for a few hours on your own can't you?"
Mandingo was always disappearing early to go on dates so I just nodded and waved to MJ as the four of them walked off towards the bar.
I finished up a couple of hours later and went home to an empty apartment.
I heard MJ coming in some time in the early hours of the morning. I thought I heard voices but I had to get up early to go to work at the wrecking yard so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
MJ was fast asleep in bed next to me when I got up the next day. She didn't need to get up till noon so I usually let her sleep.
That night Mandingo had all kinds of stories to tell me about how he'd gone home with one of the girls from the night before. He told me how he'd made out with two of them at the bar, and then they'd fought over who got to go home with him.
The one who'd one went down on him in the cab and then he'd fucked her stupid on her couch while her husband slept in the next room.
That kind of talk made me sick but we were stuck sitting next to each other for hours so there's was no getting away from it. Mandingo told me how MJ's girlfriend had cum so loud he had to cover her mouth to stop from waking up her old man.
"Did you at least use a rubber?" I asked him and this made him laugh even more.
"Man, I never use a rubber!" he hollered. "Hell even if I could find one that fit, it'd bust open when I came!"
This got me so mad I had to walk away to calm down. I came back a little later to find Mandingo talking to MJ and her girlfriend Peggy. Mj was standing close to Mandingo again and they were both dressed like they were going out.
MJ looked a little surprised to see me but she smiled when I walked up.
"I got off early again, honey," she said. "We're just gonna go down the road for a drink again, okay?"
"You'll come out again, won't you, Mandingo?" said Peggy.
I couldn't look at Peggy knowing that she had been fucked by a black man just the night before. I signaled to MJ that I had to stay at work.
Mandingo just grinned and put his arm around both MJ and Peggy.
"Let's go, ladies," he said to them as they giggled and walked off.
I don't remember hearing MJ coming in that night, but again she was fast asleep in bed next to me when I got up to go to work.
That night was Friday night, my one night off, so I flopped on the couch when I got home at five and I was out like a light after a long week at work.
MJ woke me up several hours later. She had just finished her shift and she was dressed to go out. She was wearing my favorite tight jeans and her big titties looked great in her top.
"Do you want to come out?" she asked me. "I'm meeting up with the girls and we're going dancing."
"Nah I'm tired," I said.
"You're friend from the parking lot said he'd come," continued MJ.
"He's not my friend," I grumbled.
