Funny, you read these stories, you go to different sites,and you read about white women, fucking black me, or black men fucking white women, yet you never hear about a black woman wanting to fuck a white guy, or a white guy wanting to get it on with a black woman.
You hear of all men of any race or color wanting to screw Asian women, and I got to thinking why that is.
I find that odd, coming from a country that has some racism, but not nearly as much as The United States, or at least the way the media portrays it.
Growing up, my best friend was black, and we knew nothing of racism, we had a diverse neighbourhood, all ethnic were covered and we just played. He had an older sister 2 years older than us. When I was thirteen and needed a date for a dance, she offered to go with me. She was a little taller than me, her breast already developed, and she was built like the proverbial brick shithouse.
Unfortunately, I never got to 1st base with her, but she was a fantasy for many years to come. Over the years, I developed a taste for women of all ethnics, size and personalities. I just loved women period.
I had a desire for Asian women, probably for the size, and perceived submissiveness of the culture they held. And on a 7 hour bus trip, sat beside a woman in her early twenties (I was 18) of East Indian descent, who had just had a bay, and was on the way to see her husband. Over the course of the trip, we talked, and I was getting very horny, and I could sense she was too. It seemed hers was an arranged marriage, and as we talked the sexual tension grew and grew. Again nothing came of it, other than that night in my hotel room, I flooded my hand and bed with cum as I fantasized about fucking her over and over, experiencing the delights of another culture.
I eventually dated a North American Indian woman and the sex was fantastic, but we eventually just drifted apart as young people do.
I eventually married a French woman, and out sex life was god in the beginning, but tailed of drastically as our married life continued.
I remember watching all the afternoon talk shows, and the sensationalized stories. It always portrayed the American black woman as an overbearing bitch who would kick your ass all over the place. No wonder nobody wanted to fuck them other than the black guys.
Even though I knew it was a false representation, like a lot of people I fell into the trap. That was until I met her. She sent an e-mail, commenting on one of my stories, telling me, she loved the writing, how she felt as though it could have been her. She was a slutwife wanting to be taken, to be ravaged, to be taken used, and to be loved after.
Funny how it hits you, that you know you used to understand better as a kid, and how we let society fuck us over until we become that person we said we would never be.
That was me. After her first e-mail, we began chatting. Damn, she was sexy, smart, charming, funny, and definitely had some fantasies.
She had been married, divorced and just recently entered a new relationship, with a black man who treated her very nice. But she was still missing that sexual thrill, and apparently my story hit home.
As we talked, we tapped into each other’s psyche, my wanting to be dominant, hers wanting to be a submissive slutwife, to be used and shared.
She loved to be tied up, a little B/D with some D/s thrown in for good measure.
As we communicated, I found out she was 30, and I told her I was early fifties.
Growing up in the south, she had only been with men of color, never been with a white man, or any other race for that matter. Since we were on line, none of that mattered anyways, and we talked, and I told her how I would love to tie her up, to fuck every orifice, to taste her, to make her my complete slut.
As we got to know each other over the next few months, talking practically every day, we found a lot about each other, and knew we had a connection, a very sexual connection.
She told me of a site where she had pictures posted, all of them of her, but clothed.
I checked it out, and she was gorgeous. Shoulder length hair, sexy smile, with lips that begged to be kissed and sucked on, and of course made to suck cock. Her breasts seemed full, but it was her ass and legs. She was full and firm, ready to ride. Damn, my cock began to drip my cock juice just looking at her, and as I absentmindedly stroked my cock through my jeans, I noticed a large wet spot. Geez, she had me.
She was a business woman who travelled occasionally and we talked about a fantasy of eventually meeting somewhere.
With my job, I get to travel, and when she told me she had to go to Houston for a week, I knew if I tried, I would be able to arrange some meeting there, and could surprise her at the same time.
I arrived in Houston that Monday, and I sent her an e-mail asking how her trip was going, and she replied that she was in meetings all day, and would probably just sit around her hotel room and be bored evening. I asked her if she was up for some fun, and she asked if I would be able to e-mail and keep her sexually excited tonight. I told her even better, and then explained which Hotel I was staying at. Her reply was so quick; it must have been special delivery!
That night we agree to meet in the bar downstairs. And I was not disappointed. She showed up, wearing a sexy outfit, which showed her ebony cleavage. Damn, her chocolate skin looked so inviting, so exotic.
Her dark eyes, captivated me, and her teeth glowed against her creamy skin.
It was all I could do to not take her to the room right then and then.
Her ass looked even sexier in person, and the way she walked, I knew that she could definitely use those hips in a way that would make any man cave.
As we sat and talked, I held her hand across the table, we sipped on fine wine, and she dazzled me with conversation.
It did not take me long, to know this woman was special, she was everything that I thought she was, and more.
She squeezed my hand, and told me that maybe we would be more comfortable in my room. I quickly paid the tab, and we headed for the elevator.
Once in, she leaned into me, and said, remember my fantasy, and then she looked away.
I can take a cue, and once we entered my room, I grabbed her, and turned her to me, without asking I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
She wanted to be a slutwife, to a white man, and damn it I was going to help her live it.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled back, exposing her neck and I gently bit it, and pulled harder on her hair, making her moan.
Her scent and taste was driving me wild, and I whispered in her ear, ready to be my slut? Yes was the answer, her only word. I pulled her face close and kissed her again, and as our tongues intertwined, I grabbed one of her breast roughly, mauling it, feeling her nipple rise against the fabric. I knew her tits would have to wait, because if I was to fulfill her fantasy, my need would have to cum first as part of the game.
I told her to drop to her knees, and as she did, she went to reach for my ass. I told her , not to touch me, to leave her hands behind her back. I then told her to lick my cock through my pants, to trace the outline, to get it to the point where she could run her lips over the length sideways, like playing a harmonica. Her tongue quickly went to work, and like a magician, she had me hard, and she was becoming the slut she wanted to be.
I told her to undo my zipper with her teeth, and take my cock out without using her hands. Damn this woman was good. I asked her where she learned this, and she told me all of her boyfriend growing up had been dominant and abusive. Well, I told her, I would be dominant, but never abusive, that I would always be watching her eyes. She thanked me.
I walked over to the bed, and instructed her to crawl over to me. I took my shirt off, while she crawled, and then took my pants off. I wanted to see the contrast between my white cock and her creamy chocolate cheeks. I tapped my cock against her face, making sure some pre-cum splattered her, making her skin glisten. Now I knew the fascination black guys have with white women, the contrast of the skin and colors. It worked the same in reverse, and I was going to enjoy this immensely.
I told her to stand up, and I turned the radio on, and instructed her to dance for me.
I watched her dance, getting an idea of how her body would move as we fucked, and I was not disappointed. She was gyrating her hips like no woman I have ever been with before, and I knew that my cock was in for the ride of its life.
As she danced, I motioned for her to lose the top and as she stripped to the music, her bra encased tits came into view, almost spilling over the top of her red bra.
It was then I noticed she was a little larger than I had thought, slightly rubenesque, but definitely not fat. She had a roundish tummy, but not large, just the way I like it. Soft curves, very feminine, and I thought how good she would look covered in cum.
As she continued dancing, she undid her skirt, and stepped out of it, managing to keep her heels on, now with just her matching panties and bra.
She reached behind, unclasped the bra, and removed it, and her breasts sagged a bit, but her dark nipples looked at the sky. Like dark candies wanting to be chewed on. Large, hard, she tugged, twisted and pulled on them, making them jut out even more. Damn we were going to have fun.
She looked into my eyes, and seeing my approval, or should I say lust, and proceeded to take her panties off, throwing playfully in the table. I watched as she spread her pussy, her dark curly hair, trimmed, yet visibly there, not shaven like most white girls, I was glad too, something natural about a little hair on a clean cunt.
The pinkness of her cunt against her darker skin was making my cock even wetter, and then seeing how wet she was, only added to it. You could smell the sex in the air, from both of us. And anyone that says you cannot smell sex has never been truly excited and I love it, the aroma of wet cunt and cock.
I asked her to turn around, and let me see that beautiful big black ass; the one thing that the stereotype is correct is the beautiful booty, at least with her anyways.
And I love nice round asses, more than anything.
I had her spread her cheeks and I swear her brown hole winked at me.
Next I had her get on her knees and place my cock between her tits, and she was to pinch her nipples as she titty fucked my cock. Every time the head popped out, she would lick the moisture of the tip.
Soon, I was thrusting my hips, forcing the head between her lips into her mouth, calling her a cock-sucking slut. The more I did, the hotter she got. She had told me to talk dirty to her, and I was. She was getting into it, sucking my cock, sliding her wet tits up and down, she was actually moaning at the same time.
I tilted her head back, took my cock away and slapped her mouth with it, telling her to get her ass up on the bed. She laid on her back, and I pulled her closer to the edge, lifting her thighs up and prepared to enter her. I reached out and grabbed one tit with force and asked her what she wanted. She told me to fuck her, and I squeezed the tit harder and slapped her ass cheek so hard it stung my hand to.
I asked her again, what do you want? She knew what I was asking, and she replied, she wanted me to fuck her black cunt with my white cock. I entered her easily as we were both soaked with our respective juices, definitely no need for lubrication.
I was slowly fucking her, and she matched me stroke for stroke, developing a rhythm, and I grabbed both her tits, with her legs over my shoulders. I told her to spread her cunt lips and play with her clit, and as she did, I thought to myself, her clit was smaller than I had thought. It really is funny how in the middle of fucking the most sensuous creature, your mind can go to places like that.
She was moaning, and I was calling her every slut girlfriend thing I could think of, telling her, how the next time, I would get some of my friends to gangbang her, just like I have had white girlfriend tell me that their black guy friends do to them.
We were both right into it, when she asked me to fuck her ass. Damn, how could I refuse this gorgeous sexy woman? She turned over and I climbed up behind that sexy ass, and as she leaned on her elbows, I spread her cheeks and seen heaven. Her rosebud was daring me to enter it, as if it knew it was about to capture my cock and was going to devour it.
I grabbed the lube off the nigh table and generously applied it to her asshole and my cock, and I entered it, without any warning. She gasped, but did not stop me ,obviously having her ass fucked many times before.
I started to thrust in her ass, and she started to buck, rocking back and forth, rubbing her cunt. It only took about 2 minutes and we both came, collapsing in a pile, me on her back.
Her cunt continued to spasm, milking every drop out of my cock, until it was shrivelled and slid out of her ass with a plop.
I rolled off to the side, and she slid into my arms and we just lay there together, no sounds, not talking, other than the breathing of two people who had just cum.
Eventually she asked me if I was serious about making her my slut, and having her gangbang me and my friends. As I looked in her eyes, it was more a wish than a question, and I told her, whatever she wanted, I would do for her. That she was my slut.
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