I was raised very strict, with morals and to believe you get married, have kids and live happily ever after. But after a few years, I found I was working and my husband was playing golf, bowling, hunting, rafting and not being with me.
Lovemaking was a joke. Foreplay included him getting undressed and getting on top of me, pumping for a minute, cumming and rolling off and going to sleep.
I had been a virgin when I got married at 19 to my high school sweetheart. I never had an orgasm then, and I thought playing with myself was wrong. I never cheated on him.
Then at work I was moved to an office next to this girl named Shirley. For months, she talked about dating black men and what good lovers they were so I got curious. She suggested I go with her to parties and stuff, but I was this sweet wife who would never consider such a thing
I went to an all-white high school so I never was around black men till I started working there.
Then, four other girls and I from work in Pennsylvania went to a bigger city in the Midwest for a seminar over a couple of days. I had just turned 24. Two of them were about my age; one was in her 30s, and the other in her 40s. On the last day, at lunch we were in the hotel restaurant and I saw this clean-cut black guy. He was like 6’4″ or 6’5″, had a nice build and he was very dark. He had a mustache. He looked like a businessman in his late 30s. I had just turned 24.
I’m not sure if he noticed me, but I noticed him and of course my curious mind and daydreaming took over. I wondered what it would be like to be with him. I daydreamed most of the day. The seminar was boring, so I would think about him undressed and what it would be like to kiss a black man.
I was excited by the thought, but knew it was wrong and I would never do it.
That night we all went in the hotel bar and had drinks. I was drinking wine, and they ordered screwdrivers. At about 8:30 the guy came in and sat at the bar. He was wearing dress pants and a sport coat. Something exciting went through me when I saw him. All day I thought about him, and here he was. It was sort of like I willed it.
The girls had early flights out so we went up to our rooms around 10 or 10:30. I decided to freshen up, fix my hair, put on makeup and change into a tight, short dress I had bough. Hubby didn’t like it. I wasn’t allowed to wear it around him, so I took it with me to wear while I was away.
I went back to the bar like a scared schoolgirl. He was still sitting at the bar. There was nowhere to sit by him, so I sat farther down the bar and ordered a screwdriver. I’d never had one before.
[Here, the editor can’t resist breaking in to comment that a screwdriver was appropriate foreshadowing in this story.]
After I drank that one, a guy sitting near me bought me another. A conversation got started among several guys and me, the only woman at the bar. I bet one guy the black man was an athlete. They asked him, which started our conversation with the black guy.
He said he played college ball at a little college in Ohio, first football and then some basketball, but no pro.
They had sort of a band there, these guys playing music and a synthesizer. I danced with one guy, and then I asked the black guy to dance. Around 11:30, it got crowded. At that point, the black guy and I were dancing more, drinking and talking.
I told him I was Tina. He could see my wedding ring, so he knew I was married. He was wearing a ring but it didn’t look like a wedding ring. It had a diamond and was large. He told me his name was Alex, and he talked about his wife and kids.
We sat at a corner booth for like four people. He sat next to me, but not really close. He was totally cool with me, a total gentleman. I was disarmed by his demeanor. He didn’t try anything. When we could hear above the band, we talked about work and marriage. He asked if I was happy, and we played that subject for a while. He said he was happily married.
But I would catch him looking at my chest or legs at times. When we walked to and from the dance floor, he always let me go first.
[The editor again: So he could watch Tina’s butt move under that tight dress.]
The short dress I was wearing had a V neckline with buttons down to the waist. I had a couple of buttons undone for a cleavage look. Above it, I had on a gold necklace with a gold-chain choker. Underneath the dress I had on a lacy underwire bra, bikini underwear and no hose. My breasts still are pretty firm, but the bra helped give me more cleavage. I’m 5’7″ and I was wearing heels, but I still felt short dancing with him.
We danced both fast and slow dances. It was pretty much just us by the end of the evening. I had quite a few drinks by then, so on the slow dances I had my arms around his neck and he had his hands on my waist. The last dance was a slow dance. We didn’t move much. He was against me with his hands on the top of my butt pushing in. I felt something pressing into me, but it was hard to tell if it was him or his pants or what.
I told him, “I’d better turn in.” It was about 1 a.m. by then. He was staying at the hotel too, and he suggested he walk me to my room. We were talking about black men and white girls, and we carried the conversation to the elevator. He asked about my experience being around black people. I talked about how I was raised, and he talked about his life. We talked about our feelings about interracial dating and such. I told him I was never with a black man like we were that night. He laughed, and we talked about it all the way to my room.
He told me he never had a white woman but always fantasized about it. At that time, it excited me to be with him, but I didn’t know why. Now I know it was his Dominant ways with me. I wanted to stay on his good side and wanted to be pleasing to him. I didn’t want him walking away not liking me or thinking bad of me. He had that Dominance about him.
Shirley had said it was great in bed with a black man, so I guess that was part of it.
We talked outside my door, and he asked if he could kiss me, saying it would be a first for both of us. I said yes, but it scared me. We kissed lightly at first and he said something like “Very nice.” He put his hand on the back of my head and we kissed again. It was longer. Then he opened his mouth, and I responded.
We kissed a short while, and I thought, “Oh, crap. If someone sees us, I will be screwed at work.” So I unlocked my door and was about to say good night when he kissed me again and kinda pushed me back into the room. Oh, God, he had his hand in my hair like he was grabbing it. We kissed harder, and he was using his tongue, which I didn’t know a lot about. We stood kissing, and I wanted to stop but didn’t want to stop, if you know what I mean.
I was so hot. I thought, “Oh my God, am I really doing this? Do I know where this is going? Should I turn back?” I knew he was getting really turned on, and I was also. He was breathing heavy, and I could tell I was becoming wet.
He slid his hand down on my butt and pulled me into him. He took my hand and put it on the front of his pants. He was still holding my head, then he began rubbing my sides. He was moaning, and asked me again if I ever had a black man before. He was feeling very large to me at that time. I didn’t take time to measure him, but he was well endowed, much bigger than my husband.
He started dirty talking to me. He told me, “Open my pants.” Then he said, “Take him out and feel him.” Then he said, “Do you know I’m going to fuck you?”
Finally, he said, “Kneel down. Show me your respect. Suck him.”
I had never done that. I was not allowed to do oral on hubby because he thought it was dirty.
Alex was moaning and telling me, “Stroke it. Feel how big it is.” Then he would ask me if I wanted it. He told me again to kneel down and kiss the head of it. He kinda pushed me down, and I was eye to eye with this big hard cock in my face.
I did what he told me. I mentioned something to the effect I never did this before, but he didn’t care really. He told me to learn quick and lick the shaft of it up and down.
He was talking like it was good. He said I looked good sucking cock. He loved my blond hair by his dick. He rubbed his dick in my hair a few times and said, “You’re a good bitch.”
I was sucking him, and he was pushing my head on it. I couldn’t take much. I would start to choke. I choked and coughed a few times. He wanted me to take him deeper. He made me lick his balls. He was telling me, “You’ll be getting my juice from there soon.”
I was scared but sooooo excited.
After a while, he pulled my head back and asked, “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
He made me tell him yes several times, then he made me beg him. He was so big and so hard, and I was kneeling there with my hand around it. I told him, “I want you to fuck me.” He made me beg him some more, saying things like “Please fuck me.” He would ask if I wanted black cock, and I was begging him for black cock.
By then he was in full control and total Dominance of me, and I couldn’t get enough. He pulled me up by the hair, and made me pull my skirt up and beg him to take me from behind. He pushed me over the edge of the bed and — oh, my God — he pulled my panties aside and started shoving that damn thing in me. I told him, “I need you to wear a condom.”
He had three of them, and we used them all. He got them earlier, I think, after we got to drinking and dancing. He had left for a while. He said he was going to the bathroom, but I think he went to the hotel shop too.
When he put it in me and started, I got so turned on. He was pumping away on me. By then, hubby would have been done and asleep.
Then Alex told me, “You have a hot fucking ass,” and asked, “Did you ever take a man in the ass before.” He pounded on me, talking dirty, and I was so turned on. Then he pulled out and told me to get undressed for him.
He stood there playing with his dick while I undressed for him. He stepped out of his pants and shorts and watched me take off my dress by unzipping the back and watched me pull off my wet panties. He could see that in those days I kept my pussy in a bikini trim. He told me to leave the bra on.
The condom was blue, and just looked kinda weird on him. His dick was coal black, I remember. I remember thinking, “Wow! Is it black!” I was pretty pale; I did have some tan lines from an earlier trip to Florida.
Then I remember him saying, “When I’m done fucking you, you won’t want any other man but a black man in you.” Then he told me to get on the bed on my stomach. He got on me from behind again. He was so good that way. He forced himself in, and we started going at it hard. My legs were pretty close together, and he was on top of them.
He was calling me “bitch” and “whore” and other talk, and I was going crazy. He was good. It felt so good in me. He pulled out and had me roll over. Then he laid on his back and told me to suck him again, with the condom still on. I didn’t like sucking the condom.
After a while, he had me get on top. I got on him and lowered myself onto his dick slowly.
He then told me to very slowly take my bra off for him, unhooking it from the front. He made me rub my tits and pinch my nipples for him. After I fucked him for a while that way, he played with my tits and held my hips.
He rolled me over. He was on top of me, and he started pounding me hard. I was telling him, “Fuck me hard!” and “Do it deep in me.” That’s when he came. He never came out of me. He just let out a loud yell and moaned. He kept pushing in farther, then he pulled out quick and told me to pull off the condom. I took it off. He put the cum on my stomach and rubbed his dick in it, making me look at it. There was a lot of it. He kept squeezing his dick and trying to get more out.
He made me get up and get a washcloth to wipe him and me. We laid together talking, and I found myself playing with his cock again. He got hard and I sucked him again. This time he was showing me how to suck cock better. I faced him between his legs and sucked him. He made me lick his balls and inside his thighs. Then he asked, “Do you like black dick?”
I answered by putting another condom on him. We did it again. We were going at it with him on top. We would go faster, and then he would slow down. He kept building me up to where I was really feeling it, then backing off. Pretty soon I was going crazy wanting him to finish.
He kept asking me, “Do you want it?” or “Do you want my cum?” or “Do you like it black?” I was so crazy till he finished me, and I had my first orgasm. I thought I was dying. I screamed and jerked up on him, and he drove me back down.
He kept yelling at me, “Take it, bitch!” and kept pounding in me. I was feeling it over and over. I was crying until he pulled out, yanked off the condom and came on my pussy and thighs.
That was my first time cumming, and I haven’t been right since.
We played around, and I wanted more so I got him hard. This time, we did it in the bathroom, some of it against the sink and some against the wall.
After that we were out of condoms, but I had him again bareback on the floor and at the edge of the bed. We did it in different positions there. I was like a kid in a candy store by then.
I masturbated him before he left at about 3:30, but he was pretty milked by then so there wasn’t as much cum.
I left the next day still turned on. It was all I could think about. He was so good. I came back to work and wasn’t going to tell Shirley, but I did. I needed more. I tried to say to myself that was all, but when I got around the black guys at work again it all came back.