My first black cock

Talk about persistent! My husband chased me for two years before I finally gave in to him. The request was always the same, he wanted to put his hands on my ass. I'd never had anyone pay so much attention to my ass before. He was obsessed. He coined so many terms about me and my ass it was way passed crossing the line. I feared he'd get in trouble for harassing me.
That's really jumping right into it, there's so much more to the story. I met my eventual husband in college. When I first saw him, I won't lie, I craved his touch and I thought he wouldn't be interested in me. It wasn't because I look bad, you can read my stats and to this day there's not a chance that white men don't take to hit on me, BEHIND HIS BACK!!! I can't blame them, I was intimidated too. However he's completely cool about it because he knows I've never been satisfied by any other man like he's satisfied me. I make sure I tell him that every chance I have because it's the fucking truth and if you're white and don't like it that's just your problem.
At the time we met I was in the middle of a divorce from a white man who was a complete jerk. I'd had enough of his pompous, belligerent, and demeaning attitude. I was trying to improve myself by going to college. I wanted to be more independent and that didn't meet with his closed minded republican view of how a household should be. I grant that even for white guy he was at the extreme end of bigotry but his expected right to subjugate me was the hair that broke the camel's back. He actually feared me doing better for myself and leaving him.
His niggling had become so extreme I left him six months into college when I met a beautiful white woman who was a lesbian. I admit I was vulnerable but the thing that attracted me to her was finding myself for a change and I'd always been curious about being in a relationship with a woman. Serving my prick husband's needs all the time left me feeling repressed and like a slave. This feeling of slavery played a significant part in being able to bond with my loving black stud.
I liked her at first, I really did. She was affectionate in a way no man ever could be and my black bull love of my life has even admitted that he knows that he could never give me what sleeping with a woman does. There's not a day that I'm not appreciative of his understanding and loving touch. He's supported me in every way I ever dreamed of being supported and I make sure that I express my shear joy in being with him every chance I get.
Even though I found myself in love with a woman there was one thing she couldn't give me and her insecurities eventually resulted in our separation. If I thought that being with an insecure white man was bad, her penis envy was ten times worse. I suspect I didn't help her distrust either because deep in my heart I wanted the feeling of penetration only a flesh and blood cock could give me.
It lead to me cheating on her with a white man two or three times before I realized I just wasn't getting what I needed. It was a complete disaster! I came twice the first time because I was so starved for cock, which in my opinion is the only way white women ever climax with most white men, and by the second time we had sex I could already tell he had the opinion that if he came I was satisfied.
I became jaded and I felt like a complete idiot for having sex with him. That was when I had my epiphany. Every white man I'd dated had sooner or later ended in separation because they were inadequate lover's and haughty. That fact was plainly obvious. The fact that I had accepted them into my life and been intimate with them was MY fault!!! If I was going to be a strong independent woman I had to branch out and stop listening to what WHITE men told me in order to keep me BOUND and SUBJEGATED to some faulty bullshit insecurity.
I began hanging around my future husband at school while slowly overcoming my inhibitions. I didn't want to come off as a complete slut, but later I learned that's exactly what I needed to be for him. Not only did I need him to have complete control over me sexually, I WANTED to be his black cock slut. I didn't know it when I first saw him, but as we grew closer I began to understand.
I don't think white women understand that white men have used racism, religion, and blatant lies to control not only other races but white women too!!! It's all propaganda. Sure there may be a few good white men out there who honestly try to please their women, but the vast majority are conceited fools who have bought into their own fallacious disinformation. Being with a white man became a source of enslavement and sexual depravity simply to fulfill some pathetic losers interests. In the end most white women become sexually unfulfilled sluts for white men who never appreciate our true beauty. Its a sorry fate that I was determined, albeit nervous, to change.
I knew I wanted to fuck the man that would fulfill my sexual needs but I was going to have to get past my years of inhibitions about being with a black man first. My god I was so shackled by white societies brainwashing that when he offered to help me study for a final at his place it was all I could do to stammer out a sheepish yes as my eyes begged him to make me feel like a true woman. We set a date for the weekend and between the time we made our arrangement and when I actually met I made a monumental decision that cast my lot for life.
Two days later in front of my girlfriend when he asked if he could touch my ass I let him. It was one of the poorest, most rewarding decisions I ever made. Just from the way he felt up my ass cheek sent sparks of electricity throughout my entire body. I bit my lower lip and let him continue for as long as he liked. Unfortunately it ended all too soon and I had to explain, well pretty much lie, to my girlfriend that I'd only done it to get him off my back. After several huge arguments she finally bought the farce.
When I went over to his house to study I made sure that he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of me. I had no intention of getting any real work done despite his earnest effort to help me with my studies. Eventually, he put down his books and asked me what I really wanted to do. I was unable to be truthful and tell him I want him to plant himself in me as deep as possible despite all of our conversations, so I recommended we sit on the couch and have a drink. He smiled broadly as if he was reading my true intentions and retrieved a couple of beers from his refrigerator.
We didn't make it through our first beer or even watch the movie he'd turned on before we started talking about personal details of our lives. I knew he was sizing me up to see if I'd even be able to satisfy him and do you know what he wanted the most! For me to have endless orgasms on his cock! Now you have to keep in mind how jaded I was about not only men,but also the entire sexual experience. My instinctive and in retrospect foolish notion was that I would give him plenty of orgasms should he be man enough to actually be able to make me cum that much.
The confident response plainly written on his face was that he would more than be able to accomplish that task should I even be able to achieve that many orgasms. I chided him in my mind, but agreed to his formal request to let him kiss me. Ladies it could be summed up in one word: WOW!!! I was a steaming wreck. His hands were all over me, my pulse raced and I felt an a****l lust building inside of me that had I'd never felt before.
We moved to the bedroom after that. I walked in front of him and his hands were all over my ass the entire way. He pawed my thighs like I was in heat and I was anxious for him to breed me like I needed to be. We made out as he took my clothes off one by one and undid my bra with one hand. He had me so wet and ready I was amazed. I'd only managed to get some of his shirt unbuttoned and he finished off his top half. My eyes drank his chocolate skin in like milk and I was so anxious to have him in me I could barely stand still.
I lay down and he asked if I was ready to see it. I shook my head greedily and with a great fanfare he lay next to me and slowly pulled his pants down. My eyes bulged as inch after inch crept down and still his cock hadn't been freed. Then with a great thwacking sound his long thick cock sprang free of his pants and slapped against his stomach. It touched his belly button than twitched in the air like as if to beckon me closer. Before I could do anything he explained he had to eat me out first and went to work.
My god it was amazing. He ate my pussy in a way that I'd never had it eaten before. Once he'd made me cum several times, he eased up and penetrated deep inside of me. It was my first experience with a man that large. It was unbelievable how gentle he was with my first time. He railed me so thoroughly it blew my mind and left my feet sore from my toes curling. I came more than I'd ever cum before from dating white men exclusively. I begged him to finish inside of me and I felt a massive load blow from his cock and fill me completely.
From that moment on I knew he'd won me over. To this day I'm still with him and there's not a time that we fuck that I'm not reminded of the first time I fell in love with the first black cock I ever fucked.
12 years ago
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Atlboy69
Atlboy69 3 years ago
What a load of crap!! Your a cheating whore, too dumb too get paid...
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wamit
wamit 10 years ago
very good read....a lot of honesty. I can appreciate that.
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simonpauldavies 10 years ago
want to lick an suck the blackstuds spunk of you
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max_68
max_68 10 years ago
supergeil
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xxxfkxxx 11 years ago
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75corto
75corto 11 years ago
bon récit
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jodiedman
jodiedman 11 years ago
deep...
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onemoregame
onemoregame 12 years ago
beautiful story :wink:
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