TO COLLECT HIS PAPERS AND STAMP A KISS ON HIS ROD IT GAVE ME A GREAT EXPERIENCE
My name is Catina L., a diligent assiduous fan of your erotic stories, also attentive in visiting your web site, never posted a story, my contribution has only been a “passive” one instead of an active association or membership though. Here comes my first account and particulars.
It’s opportune to describe myself and I wish I’d be a blonde in this story, a model with blue eyes and so on, but decided to be sincere, a straightforward woman instead. Some gentlemen will be disappointed as they learned I’m 46 yo. 1.68 mts tall, 57 kgs of weigh, curled hair, dark eyes and dark skin -brunette; a tan skin I’ve got partly from summer weather or sunny days here in this area where I live - I’m a Spaniard.
I think I’m not that beautiful but they find me too gorgeous nevertheless, they talk a lot about my sensual features, deep stare -love scrutinize, examine people who is talking to me; look them in the eye and often derive advantage from this. I’m still single, partly because I don’t wish to engage for ever -a marriage doesn’t last for ever, I mean- or haven’t met the right candidate . Well, I hope my description had been accurate for those reading.
This was one of those busy days at work, overwhelming days from tough laboring, Monday, and about midmorning a young client showed at this law office -bureau- where we carry out -transact- all related to work permits and paperback, then sent to immigration officers for approval, following legal steps by the candidate.
I’ve worked at this law office or bureau for more than 20 monotonous years now, and this new young solicitor -applicant- turned out to be a black nice guy who also looked frightened and shy; extremely slim, 1.80 tall; perhap had won the respect at his construction company as a foreman post here.
His Spanish was poor, with lack of grammar, however could manage to explain that his white boss had sent him here to inquire about getting his immigrant status for the clerk, an employee at the construction company the boss owned. I led him through and gave him a certificate -application form to fill- but I was obliged to ask this fine dude some questions regarding age, civil status, nationality, and the like to complete the submission. As I requested a passport copy, the boy said don’t have it on me, so I suggested get back here in the afternoon and hand it in. He replied only was able to come at 7:00 p.m. I replied I’d wait for his delivering his passport though.
I yet don’t understand a raison d'être why I should spend my day thinking in such easily terrified guy, his face showing fear, mix of pity, tender, and compassion at the same time, but this black guy still kept my interest.
It’s now 6:50 p.m. as somebody calls -knock- at the door and I should admit I felt a tingle in my stomach, as I got on my feet to open the door. Yes, it was him indeed, still dressed in his construction outfit, a workman full of dust and mud. After turning in the passport to me, I got photocopies and turned it back. He said thanks and headed toward the door; he was about to cross the threshold, as I yelled at him:
“Hey, listen to me! wait!”
I don’t yet know how in the hell I had the guts, imprudence, audacity and shameless to call him. I said, stuttering my next words:
“Oh… I… Uh… well, do you want… would you?... I mean, would you like to dine some homemade food at my place sometime?"
The nice dark guy didn’t pause in saying yes effusively:
“Oh, yes of course, I’d be glad to, but gotta take a shower first.” I showed him my address and set a time: 9:00 p.m.
The ring bell indicated he probably was the guy I was expecting, a punctual guy without any doubt. We soon would be engaged in a chat while having dinner, stories around his homeland, family, until we discovered it was midnight. He then said he should leave, too late for anybody wishing to rise early for work. We said good bye and I showed the way to the door. He was grateful for the good time together at my home, but as he was about to step out, seemed to bring to a standstill for a moment, turned around facing about just inches away from each other.
I was so caught by this surprise, acting like a automaton, not knowing what to do, but the nice dude had been able to manage this difficult vacillating circumstance by reaching out and grabbing my tits softly saying:
“Oh, what beautiful breasts you have, may I?”
His head got down to kiss them as I realized I was trapped between his body and the wall so he’d work it out better. The black guy was as white knuckled as I was, driven to the wall. He again raised her head to kiss me in the mouth at the time I felt a hand touching my crotch. I begged:
“Oh, no please, stop it!!”
He stepped back a little saying:
“If you wish to make love, just call me, I don’t like to force people into doing something they don’t teally want to do, Mrs. white meat.”
After several days, I´m honest, I dreamt of him, kissing my breasts and had to masturbate for having so many images of his doing this to me again. There was a time my pussy got so wet, I had the nerve to call his boss and instruct him about this employee to get back here. I was the office holder and his clerk must sing “urgent” documents. Please come at 7:00 p.m.
I’m a white flight and avoid living among various racial and ethnic minorities at my locality in Spain, but was in the need for a black cock. Somebody knocked at the door and as I opened for him we both smiled at each other. He closed the door behind, approached to me, but I felt obliged to step back as this guy kissed me in the mouth to say hi. He had acted so delicately and precicely that I stood still, waiting to be kissed again in the mouth, such slenderness and exquisiteness had driven me wild. He definitely kissed so sweetly!!
I opened my mouth wider for his tongue to touch mine, feeling something weird, while my hands began to slow down along his back, until finally tounching asscheeks. I was aroused, stroked at my tits. He then took me to the sofa in the reception hall, letting me go down softly and slowly until lying down completely in the couch. I felt as my legs were spread wide, then somebody on top of me to begining his job here by first lifting the blouse slightly and the target was now my navel where he kissed and licked obstinately.
I wasn’t expecting such a skillful guy at taking off a woman’s bra so cunningly and can’t describe here the pleasure either, as I felt my nipples bitten by the guy, then reaching at my mouth, neck, nape, ear lobe, to shift from a place to a new one careesing me. This dude gave me a constant breast massage to seduce and drive me wild.
My snatch had become completely wet by now and perhaps my nice little black man had judged it was the moment for a rendezvous with my thighs, doing it dandy, by sliding down my panties and my ace of spades slowly began to spread apart my meaty pussy lips by using his fingers, leaving the clit uncovered. I saw as he wet his finger tip with saliva to grab the clit head, rubbing pretty slowly and with attention.
My crotch was now being eaten by the black man and, on feeling this, I automatically spread my legs wider so he could reach anywhere within my box, a tongue touring in a trip that started at the clit. Oh, there is the vagina with its folds, the anus a goal here, where the tongue poked around. Soon I orgasm marvelously as this was repeated several times by the guy receiving a grateful shake out of my tremulous pussy spilling liquids, whereas I knelt down as if worshipping a strange divinity. His massive hard on throbbed in front of me almost touching my face. Henceforth I began to do the great fellatio.
What had turned me on previously had been my own liquid taste, a remnant flavor in the guy’s mouth and lips together whilst kissing me. The scent also came from his cheeks, and I began to duck to claim my award. I noticed that he had had a magnanimous erection and as I saw the monster cock for the first time, couldn’t suppress a small moan from surprise. I said:
“Oh, you’re so damn beautiful” -wondering how possible the monster cock would fit into my aching pussy. I unbuttoned the pants and slid down them along with the boxers brusquely. On seeing those testicles I began to suck and lick them, his balls so smooth almost with no hair. I decided to put the massive rod into my mouth, for it had been waiting long ago.
I whish to be sincere here, declaring I felt disgust at the beginning but kept on sucking, getting used to this by the tremendous pleasure. This guy’s knees were about to give up on him almost falling to the floor. He finally cum and spilled his sperm on my face.
We were in the middle of confusion, both bewildered and disoriented; stunned, only for a short while though, wobbling after regain and composed. Pussy and cock made first contact for the first time, slowly sliding head at the beginning and brushing it aginst my vulva, never goint farther. I guess he had been doing this on purpose to make me be delirious. This guy fucked with the bulbous cock head brushing my pussy folds, so I got like an impatient gluttonous girl. I screamed:
"Please, deeper, gimme more, lay pipe now, oh, won’t worth a shit by tomorrow."
He waited until I was the most anxious and nervous, and suddenly put it into me all at once, with one big pull. Oh, how luscious and great the commotion I felt as my pussy was stuffed by this piece of meat!! It began a slow “in and out” motion, then a rise in rhythm until the penis got to a whirling beat. He suddenly turned me around to get me on my 4’s. As the massive rod was slid again into the love box, I became a pushover here, only a duck soup for this dude. He said:
“Come on, you figured it out I was a pussy whipped guy?”
A masterful revolving movement had began here, going around in circles, driving me wild, grinding my pussy and reaching everywhere within my vagina walls. This looked more to a cadenced dance, my sweet dance… I finally came. I was exhausted, tired out, my kid still begged for more but an irritated vagina couldn’t cope with this any longer. I said:
“Oh, darling, you’d better stop here, can’t take it!!”
My kid hadn’t yet cum, and proposed:
“Oh, I’m gonna pick up a dirt track instead.”
I had never tried such a thing, least longing for it, agreed to take this nevertheless. Several attempts to poke in were unsuccessfully made, until my lover gave up, judging my heart shaped ass wasn’t prepared in any way to fit such intruder with these proportions and size. He was now in a tricky situation, upset, embarrassed not knowing how to cum about within me, so I cooperated by ducking again to perform a gorgeous deepthroat, every now and then stopping to suck and make it cum.
I thought I’d rather let him claim his trophy by cumming into my mouth wholly, but his jizz filled my mouth, fighting to retain his load totally, save for I ended up in swallowing part of the white sperm as jet by my little dude’s cock. I sometimes invited over my jim-dandy to my place where I was giving away more cunt than Dixie was selling!”
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