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Then u add innocent sexy married/GF white girl who has never been with a blk dude…..this is what you get!!!!

A few months ago we went to a SO CAL HILTON for the weekend. We met this younger good looking bkl dude from outta town on biz.

ONE thing lead to another after drinks in the bar. MY gal suggested lets meet in the sauna….he agreed. SO I told my gal u go down first and see if he shows up???

Well he did and my gal did…they were the only two in there…MY GF WAS TOTALLY NAKED UNDERNEATH her bath sheet. I dared her and she didn’t hesitate one bit!!!!

So I waited 8/10 mins before I entered but had a perfect view from the door window. MY GAL was on the top bench facing her young BBC STUD!!! IT was obvious she was giving him a perfect view of her pussy lips because her feet were flat and her knees were bent upwards and the towel was gathered around her waist!!!!

I knew this because he was sitting on the bottom bench facing her with his knees in the same position but he had an enormous 11/12″ BBC ERECTION POINT directly towards my GF!!!!

I was blown away by his SIZE!!! I’ve watched a lot of porn but to actually see a john holmes size COCK in real life is WILD!!!

I watched them flirt for a lil then entered and they both were shocked.

SO my GF suggested why don’t we go back to our suite and wash off in the jacuzzi tub??? I said great idea….. but honey we don’t have any more beer/wine!!!

She said well go get some across the street, BEN and I will see u up there. I was a lil surprised from my gal because I have never seen her this aggressive before!!!

So said no prob…promise u guys will wait for me??? They both giggled and said of course what are u talking about??? MY GAL was trying to act innocent…yeah whatever!!!

SO we all went upstairs and BEN went to his room while my gal and I went to ours. I DRESSED and grabbed my wallet and asked my GF…..U HAVE THE HOTS FOR THIS YOUNG STUD!!!

SHE smiled and said no were just flirting BABE DONT BE JEALOUS!!! I said I’m not… I know u got a prefect view of his HORSECOCK!!!! KELLI said how do u know that?? I TOLD her I was spying thru the sauna door window. SHE SMILED and said don’t worry about anything honey… go get the beer/wine baby we will be in the jacuzzi tub. I said ok cool and as I was getting ready to leave my GF KELLI was filling the tub.

SHE WAS TOTALLY NAKED and I could see the dripping pussy juice running down her lips and inner thighs…SO I YELLED OUT….babydoll u are gonna put on ur bikini when BEN comes over????

SHE YELLED BACK…..OF COURSE.

SO I came back 30/40 mins later and as I was walking DOWN THE HALL and I could hear her SCREAMING loud. They had no clue I returned with beer…my GF was getting pounded by her new BBC young stud he was making her CUM AND SQUIRT AND SCREAM like a NYMPHO!!! They finally noticed me in the room when the front desk called KEEP THE SCREAMING DOWN

If this is the wildest thing you ever heard, you are probably right, but it is true, so here it is.

This happened 9 years ago and it is something I thought that would never happen to a happily married lady like myself.  My husband Zeke and I had just moved to the area and purchased a beautiful six digit home.  Zeke made so much money that I didn’t have to work, so he sent me out to buy a lawn tractor to mow our big 3 acre lawn.

So I combed my black Italian hair, as my tiny 5′ 100 pound body jumped in our red jeep and set out.  I stopped at several places, but liked this one nice tractor, and the guy Jack, that showed it to me.  He was about our age of 38, and when he offered to bring it out for a trail, I agreed.  Zeke was home when he arrived and although Zeke thought it was to high, he wrote Jack a check, and I was thrilled.

Like me, my husband liked Jack too and invited him in for coffee and a tour of our new home.  At this point I never dreamed what would follow in weeks ahead.

I had gone out one morning and left the garage door open and when I returned, someone had stolen our expensive lawn tractor.  I was hysterical and phoned Jack in tears of rage.  “It’s gone Jack,” I screamed.  “I don’t know what to do.  Zeke will kill me, he will kill me.  What am I going to do?”

In a few minutes I saw Jack pull in our driveway with a identical tractor.  Jack said our insurance would cover it, but I told I could never tell Zeke.  I told him I would sell cosmetics to repay him, but Jack said we could work something out.  Worried or not, I was relieved to get a replacement.

Not to boast, but I am a very beautiful lady, but that did not help me sell enough makeup to make a blemish in thousands to pay off this debt.  I had to give up the health club and all my lady meetings to try and raise money.  I was surprised that Jack had not even phoned for payment, but more sur- prised one morning while taking a shower.  “Jack, how did you get in here,” I said in the hall. “The door was opened Vickie, so I came on in,” Jack said as he opened my white robe.

“Jack, Jack, what are you doing?” I yelled as he picked me up and carried me to the den sofa.

“Hush little girl,” he said as he removed my robe.  “Vickie, you are simply lovely, you are so lush.” As I continued to ask Jack what he was doing, and that Zeke or our young son could come in, he began to kiss me between my legs.  Telling him I was a married woman and that this was not right, he began to lick my vagina.  I wanted to scream and object, but I just melted to the pleasure Jack was making me feel.

My husband was the only man to ever see me naked before, and he had never done what Jack was doing to me down there with his tongue.  Scared to death, my body rocked with a wild orgasm.  Before I could get my composure, I heard Zeke pull up in our Mercedes.  “Jack, it’s Zeke,” I yelled. As I ran in the bedroom, I was shaking with fright as I heard Zeke and Jack talking in the kitchen.

“Hi honey,” Zeke said when I came in.  “Jack said you had a problem with the tractor?””Yes,” I said feeling more nervous than ever.  “I had to call Jack, the tractor would not start.”

I could not believe the calmness Jack had as he talked to my husband, after he had done me oral. Jack left and I fixed Zeke lunch full of guilt and confusion of what Jack had just done so freely to me.

Still scared and confused, I hopped in the jeep and drove up to Jack’s office.  “Jack,” I said almost in tears.  “I know I owe you money, but I don’t ever want what happened to happen again.”  Before Jack could sat a word, I ran out and drove home as fast as I could.

Zeke noticed I was upset tonight at dinner, but when he asked me what was wrong, I quickly cleared  off the table and drove our son to his scout meeting.  I was too nervous to sleep that night.

Three days later, I was shocked again when Jack stopped in the middle of the afternoon.  Knowing I owed him so much money, I acted civil and fixed him coffee.  “I’m sorry about the close call,” Jack began.  “But Vickie I want you to know I enjoyed what I did, and I think you did too.  I just want to say, that little oral thing payed off half of your bill.  The next thing will wipe the slate clean.”

“Oh my gosh,” I said.  “You want to do it again?  You want to make love to me?  Jack, no!”

“Vickie, calm down,” he said as my entire mind was buzzing with disbelief.  “Hey, don’t get me wrong, I would love to make love to a little beauty like you, but what I want does not include me.”

“Does not include you?” I said.  “Jack what do you mean?  Jack, I am a married woman.  Please Jack!” “Vickie, you know Rambo?” he said as I looked out the window.  “Rambo, the black guy who helped you trim your hedge last year?  Vickie, if you make love to Rambo, we will call the entire debt payed.” “Rambo?” I screamed.  “That big black guy?  Jack, no!  Jack, you want me to make love to a black….”

“Yes Vickie,” he said helping me sit down.  “I know you are a happily married and love Zeke, but I will be with you.  I won’t let Rambo hurt you.  No one will know.  It will be a hush deal honey.” “Jack, will you please leave,” I said.  “Jack, just go.  Jack, I could never do such a thing.”

When Jack finally left, I actually went in the bathroom and threw up.  I was so nervous over the next few days that I lost 2 or 3 pounds.  I wanted to tell Zeke everything and have Jack arrested, but how could I tell my husband I just allowed Jack to have oral sex with me in our own home.

Jack stopped once and phoned a few times for my answer, but I always told him no way could I do this.

One Friday evening I became alarmed when our doorbell rang.  My heart stopped when I saw Jack on the porch through the door window.  As I opened the door, I froze when I saw a tall black man behind Jack in gray sweat pants.  “Hello Vickie,” Jack said walking past me.  “You know Rambo?”

“Jack I want you and this black man out of our house,” I yelled.  “Zeke will be home soon.”

“I don’t think so Vickie,” he said.  “If you remember correct, I think Zeke has taken your son on a weekend fishing trip.  Zeke told me the other day in town.”
“Oh my goooooo!” I screamed as they followed me in the den.  “Oh Jack, please get him out of here.” I began to cry as Jack ran his hands through my black hair.  “You know how much money you owe,” Jack said.  “Like you said, Zeke would kill you, and I don’t think you want him to know how you let me eat that little thing down between your legs.

“What do you want me to do Jack?” I said holding back the tears.

“I want to see you with Rambo Vickie,” he said laying his hand on my shoulder.  “I know here in the house is bad for you, but I have a motel room.  Vickie, I won’t let him hurt you.”

Like a prisoner knowing the fate, I grabbed the keys to the jeep and followed then to room 811 in a motel down the road.  “Jack, is there no other way,” I said as he removed my top.  “Jack, I am a  married woman.  Can’t I do it with you?  Jack, I can’t stand the thought of a black man.” “I would love nothing more than be your lover Vickie,” Mike said as Rambo glared at me.

“Her bra is like a teen trainer.  Rambo, what do you think of those little firm pointed breasts?” “She is a absolute little doll,” Rambo said as his eyes were all over me.  “I can remember the time I helped her trim her hedge.  I never dreamed I would get a chance to see her like this man.” “Well you are going to get your wish,” Jack said as he was tugging at my jeans.

“You always said a uptown lady like Vickie would never be possible, well we’re both about to get our wish.” “Oh Jack, please,” I whined as he allowed this black man to see all of me. I about died when I saw this Rambo holding the biggest erection I had ever seen in my life.  “Jack no, he will kill me.”

“No he won’t Vickie.  You are just used to Zeke.  You will stretch honey,” Jack said.  “Let me warm her up with my tongue.”

As Jack’s mouth sucked on my vagina, I again melted from the incredible feeling.  When Jack had finished, I opened my eyes to see this tall black man getting on the bed.  I wanted to run. I wanted to scream for Zeke, but instead I just froze as I felt this huge penis enter my vagina.  I let out a scream of pain as he pushed deeper in my tiny body.  Zeke was the only man who had ever made love to me.  I once had a fantasy of kissing my doctor, and I had even thought of things with Jack, but never did I dream I would be in a motel with a black man making love to me.

“You’re doing fine Vickie,” Jack said.  “Just relax and let it happen.  How is it Rambo?”

“The best damm white pussy I ever had,” he said.  “I have had my share of white sluts, but to stick this big black bone in a lady of this class, is a all time high.  Not only is her little pussy tight, she is a expensive man’s wife, and with that big house and Mercedes in their uptown garage, it makes it much better.  My big black cock could get used to this.”

I was now screaming and throwing my black hair in both guilt and pleasure, as this black man was cutting me into.  I turned my head to avoid his kiss, but felt like a orgasm as he began to suck my breasts.  I tried my best not to have a orgasm, but asked Zeke to please forgive me as I released a wild and shaking orgasm.

“That’s it Vickie,” Jack said.  “Let him have it baby.  I dreamed of what Rambo’s big black dick  would look in your little pussy, but it never looked this good.”

“Hey let me on the bottom,” Rambo said pulling his huge cock.  “Help her on me Jack.As Jack lifted my little lifeless body up, I threw back my head as I sat down on the big thing.

“Ahh, that’s even better,” Rambo moaned.  “Jack, I just hope someone steals her lawn tractor again. All I got to say is, if I had a woman like this, I would never go on any damm fishing trip.” Now gone with exhaustion, my head would fall dawn as my long black hair would cover Rambo’s face.  He was so powerful as he would raise my tiny body up and down for his enjoyment. “Hey Jack, I want some of her tight virgin butt,” Rambo called out.  “I have never done a rich man’s wife in the ass.

Let’s take her back so I can ream her butt on her Mercedes.”

“You’re too big man,” Jack said toying with my buns.  “You’re big cock will tear her up back there. We are fooling with another man’s wife.  We have to be careful.

That is when I felt Jack rubbing my anus.  “No Jack,” I pleaded.  “No, not back there.  Please!” Even though I was still embarrassed, my vagina was soaked and Jack was rubbing it on my anus.  I let out a scream of pain as Jack’s penis broke into my rectum.  “How is it Jack?” Rambo laughed.

“I don’t know about her front, but this is great,” Jack said pushing deeper inside of me.  For the next 10 minutes, my mind slipped in and out of my sanity, as two penis’s were enjoying me so much. “Vickie, Jack tell me your tubes are tied,” Rambo said.  “If that’s true, I am going to blow a load deeper in you than Zeke ever dreamed of.”  Soon I felt him exploding deep in my stomach, as I felt Jack’s sperm tickle my bowels.
“Hey Rambo, she pretty worn out,” Jack said as I fell on my side.  “Thanks, big man.”

“Vickie, it was a pleasure,” Rambo told me as I could now see his huge black cock still erect.

Jack followed me home and held me in his arms as I cried on our sofa.  “The debt’s paid Vickie,” he said.  “You were simply wonderful.  I will never bother you again, unless you want me to.”

I spent the next few weeks trying to recover both mentally and physically of what happened to me.  It took me months to get over the guilt every time I looked in Zeke’s eyes.

One day, a year later, I broke a belt on my tractor and has to go up to Jack’s place.  As I bent over in my shorts to show him the belt, I knew Jack what Jack was thinking.  As I drone home, I had a sudden tingle about that night with Jack and Rambo.  Maybe Jack would want me to do it again someday?

“Stop thinking that Vickie,” I told myself.  “Upstanding ladies like myself should not be thinking
such things.”

I was in my room less than an hour when I heard her faint knock.

I opened the down, and my knee felt as if they would buckle. Rebecca stood there in my doorway, looking completely angelic. Her black cropped hair framed a gorgeous tan face and a fabulous smile. Her sparkling eyes, and sensuous lips had me begging to kiss her..

She was conservatively dressed, her black dress, showed enough of her slender curves to make a man want to see more. The stopped just short of her knees, exposing her nicely shaped and very tan legs. She
spoke softly, “Hi I’m Rebecca, and you must be Wil.”

Her husband as expected accompanied her on this visit. He was a pleasant man, and from the smile on his face he could read my thoughts like a book. He knew how stunning his wife was, and the affect she had on me.

We attempted to make small talk, but soon Rebecca and I found ourselves lost in a conversation that had no words. As I sat in an over sized chair with her in my lap. My hands found the back of neck which sent shivers through her body.

Knowing full well my arousal wasn’t anything I could hide. If she hadn’t already felt my erection prodding her, she surly could see the intensity and intent of my glare.

Our hands began to explore each others bodies, but our eyes seem forever transfixed. She never blinked as I leaned closer to her face and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She responded with a tighten grip on my arm and chest with her hands.

Her lips were soft and very wet lips. My kiss moved from her mouth, to her neck and ears. She was now starting to let out soft moans with each breathe. I continued to work her neck and shoulders, as my free hand slowly found their way up her smooth thigh…stopping of the heat I could feel coming from her crotch

I know she by now could clearly feel my stiffen cock. And she rhythmically, rotated her hips, creating a nice churning sensation on my cock.

Our eyes met again, and without a spoken word, I knew it was time to for us to move to the bed, where I pushed her onto her back and began dinning on her sweet wetness. I could of stay there for ever, her taste and smell were intoxicating.

 

Rebecca’s body enjoy several waves of orgasms, before she forced my mouth from her clit, and stripped me of my clothing.

Her hands seem to worship my now exposed cock. She slowly stroked a while before placing it into her warm mouth. I thought I would simply explode then and there.

She expertly worked my head and shaft with both her tiny hands and wet mouth. Rebecca began enthusiastically sucking my cock. Her head bobbed freely as I stroked her back and ass. Loud slurps came from her mouth as her saliva ran down my balls.

Eager for more of her sweet spot, we slipped into a nice 69 position. This gave me full access to her clit again. I worked her pussy over with my tongue as she sucked my cock.

 

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.

It was a Saturday afternoon when I go a call from an old friend asking if I wanted to come to lunch on Sunday to meet a lady that had been dying to meet up. The person asking was my good friend Ami Charms and I don’t get the chance to see her near as much as I would like.

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She told the lady she wanted to introduce me to was named Cindy, and that Cindy had a thing for black guys but like to keep in rather low profiled.

We met up in North Dallas and had a few afternoon drinks with our lunch. After a few jokes and in-depth conversations about our websites, Cindy began giving me looks. Not just looks…but LOOKS.

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Feeling like things might be getting to the point of some afternoon hip bumping, I asked Cindy about the extraordinarily large rock on her finger. She began telling me the story and about the relationship her and her husband share, and how he loves to hear about her sexual exploits while he is away. Then she asked if I wanted to be one of her exploits.

We all slipped back to Ami house where things got heat up really fast. Ami led us to a back bedroom where we both sprang on the bed and started making out. In between kisses she asked if it was ok to take photos or video tape things for her husband. Laughing, I told her I was far from camera shy.

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As we made out she began rubbing my hard-on through my slacks. She then pulled off  her dress and removed my cock. Cindy had some of the longest nipples Ii have ever seen.

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She sucked me and even tried to deep throat me a time or two. I couldn’t take my eye off that huge rock on her finger.

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As she sucked my cock, I leaned over and began finger fucking her pussy from behind. Stretching her hole wide and probing deep.

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So deep I must of hit her love button. With very little warning she started spraying the room with wave after wave after of her sex syrup. It gushed everywhere.

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After seeing that I got so hot I had to get inside of her. As we both fumbled for a condom she stuffed my cock back in her mouth.

Once I positioned her for some serious fucking, she told me to fuck her deep and hard. We fucked in several different positions, she go so wet my condom kept slipping
off and getting twisted.

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Several times I would stop to reset it but, at some point, I m not sure when or where…it disappeared.

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Fucking her raw (bareback) was enchanting. I wanted to drive the head of my cock into her deep womb as far as possible. With each of my thrusts she let out a growl of some sort.

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I
finally let loose one huge load of spunk into her hot mouth. She used her perfectly manicured nails to scoop up all of the puddles of cum that missed her mouth.

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We laid in each others arms panting for some time. But with out a word she dressed and left to spend the rest of the afternoon with her husband.