We left for vacation a day earlier after having pre-arranged to meet with Devin and spend a night along the road. This would be her third time with him. At his suggestion we got a room at the Holiday Inn Express with a suite, with a plan for him to meet us early in the afternoon. In the back of my mind I saw it as a fuck, dinner, and then back to the room for another fuck.
It was a great place for meeting, with a couple of restaurants within walking distance, and we went into the room, I set the light up and got the cameras ready, and a couple of hours late (traffic jam) he arrived and sat down on the couch and started talking, having a drink, catching up with our reality life, and I excused myself a couple of times to go to the restroom to give them time to get things started.
Each time I could hear him still talking through the wall. The third time I took just a little longer, and the drinks we had had hit them, and I didn't hear any talking, and walked out and there were on the couch in an embrace, kissing.
I sat down, started the cameras and watched them kissing, his hands roaming, and piece by piece peeling her clothes off a layer at a time, more fleshing showing, her breasts bare, kissing as more, him feeling her breasts, stripping her down to a single lace thong as they kissed. Then they went to the bed and finished stripping off her thong, and she got his cock in her hand and quickly had it in her mouth.
He positioned her on the bed, returning the favor, eating her pussy and fingering her with his long black fingers until she came and squirted, and he kept on, getting her hot again, and finally pulling on a rubber and quickly sliding inside her, talking dirty to her, telling her to "get nasty on his cock", and one point telling her
"You are such a hot slut." She responded to his talk with moans of pleasure as she continued sucking his cock.
They fucked until she came, and he kept stroking until he came, and I expected a break to go eat, but instead he stripped off the rubber and immediately had her lean back and he started eating her pussy, again, fingering her as he did. He did that until she came, and then he had her start what was the beginning of over an hour of her sucking his cock, along the way him losing an erection, then gaining it, and losing it.
Finally he got hard again and I thought he needed a perk-up and gave it to Devin in the form of handing him her a thin choker collar with slide on letters that reads "slut 4 bc".
He looked at it, smiled, and began to buckle it behind her. She was beaming, smiling at the camera with a warm happy smile.
It worked, as she moved into his arms, they kissed, with him feeling her up as she stroked his cock, and when he was hard she moved to her back and he moved over here and they fucked again, a bit more urgent, less distrated and certainly more into it. After they finished they cuddled some and he said his goodbyes.
"We can fuck but don't ask me to suck your cock," she said, "my jaw is just hurting too much from sucking him that long." Which we did, and we went to dinner together, without him.
I asked her later the next day why she was smiling and so happy as he was buckling the collar on her. She said, "Well we've talked about me being a slut for black cock, but it wasn't official until a black man buckled it on me."
"Official?" I asked.
"Now I'm a bona fide black cock slut, it's official when a black man buckles it on me and fucks me."
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Third time with the Biggest BC
I think she’s getting addicted to large cock. This time was the third time with Nat, and he has the biggest thickest cock I've ever seen on a man. She says it hurts, and he is emotionally distant, and for a while she was reluctant to meet him again, she just didn’t feel “close” with him. But the more she thought about his big cock—and the fact he is a good fuck and is readily available when we want to meet, he won out.
It was more comfortable this time, as everyone was aware why we were there, what everyone knew was going to happen, and a minimum of formalities. I guess for a third get together it was normal.
The first time we had met in a bar and from there went upstairs and he fucked her several times the first night. He ended holding his cock over her face and she opened her mouth and let him come in it, which was unexpected.
The second time it was at a hotel with a standard, plain hotel room, and they fucked a while and we broke to eat. She had a thin top that showed the darkness of her nipple on one side, more visible to me than when she looked in the glare of the mirror, and she asked him, not taking my word for it, "Can you see through this?" and I of course said "No", and he chimed in immediately, "No, it's ok." She wore it to dinner with her nipple visible for anyone who cared to look.
I told him during dinner when she went to the ladies’ room that she got turned on to dirty talk, that it turned her on. He tried it, but it was clear he wasn’t comfortable with it and this particular evening she was so out of sync that the dirty talk was almost a distraction—but not a turn on or a turn off Despite the wild sex, and her great orgasms, it was just like there was something missing.
We talked about it after the second get together and finally decided it was not that he was bad, he was just the least favorite, and she said she would fuck him again. (She never really said she wouldn't). She also claims that his big cock doesn't make a difference but I've watched her fuck a half dozen different guys now and he gets off on a big black cock-if not mentally-then certainly physically.
So this time it has been a few months, and we set it up, and called, he was good to go. He'd been unemployed for a while, and said at one point that he might have some car problems-but he got them worked out, got tied up in traffic, and called, telling us of the delay, and then asked if I had condoms-which I did.
When he got there he called and I walked him up to the room. She met him wearing her "I love black cock" tee shirt, with a fishnet teddy undeneath and matching fishnet hose. I had told her that I bet he would peel her like and onion when he saw her, but instead they sat down on the couch and we all talked chit chat for a while. He opened up a little about finally getting a job, and made no move. Eventually I went into the bathroom and when I came out she was in his lap, straddling him, kissing him on the suite couch. He was already holding her bare breasts in each hand, the teddy pushed aside and the tee shirt pushed up. They kissed like this for several minutes, their breathing getting heavier and she was doing "ungh, ungh", grunts. It had been a long time since I'd seen her this hot for a cock. He might not have known the signs but I did. She was in full bore slut at that moment. She was leaning her head back as he sucked on her nipples, and already breaking into a sweat.
He stripped off the tee shirt, and they both stood up, stripping, kissing, and when he lowered his pants she instantly reached for his cock inside his shorts. Once in her hand she leaned over from the waist and began sucking him, still in her teddy.she sat down on his knee, him naked, her hand on his cock while he kissed her, her teddy pushed down beneath her breasts, and his left hand fingering her pussy. The grunts increased, and then as they continued kissing and his left fingers in her pussy. He leaned to his pants and pulled out a Magnum condom as she stood and stripped off her teddy. He put the condom on his cock, and as she moved closer he said, "This first time is going to be quick because I've not had sex in a while", which seemed to turn her on more.
She straddled his cock, and guided it to her pussy, moving it back and forth coating the head with her juices and lowering herself down onto that huge black cock in a single motion. She began rocking back and forth on it, alternating with bouncing up and down on it while he held onto her waist for a while, and then would grab and squeeze her white bare breasts in his dark black handles, kissing the nipples at times while he did. She came a squishing squirting orgasm, and he pulled out.
They moved to the bed, where he climbed over her legs, his on the outside of hers and put his cock back inside her and began ramming his cock hard into her. He had the entire bed shaking, fucking like that for a while. Then he pulled out, moved over her, stripping off the condom and she stroked his cock until he came on her tits. She smiled a broad smile and turned to me for a photo, his come on her tits and hands.
They each washed off, and went back to the bed cuddling for a while and then he started fingering her till she started moaning, then he slid lower ate her pussy, and fucked her again before dinner, this time between her legs, holding her hands over her head and not letting her move them as they fucked. Then rolling her to her side and fucked her that way for a long time and fucked her from behind, until he got close to coming and moving her body, coming on her tits and chest again.
We took a break, went to dinner and he sat beside Anna. He declined to eat, saying he'd not been working, but when I told him I was buying he changed his mind, ordered a steak, and when they brought him pork ribs by mistake he freaked, telling them he didn't eat pork. But we got that straightened out, and we went back to the room, where he fucked her on top again, a very long time but it is hard to describe how he just crawled between her open legs and pumped his long thick black cock in and out of her pussy until she came about three times, over about 20 minutes or more. Finally he collapsed and came in the condom, with both of the declaring they were too tired to continue.
I went over to her on the bed, pulled down the sheet, and was playing with her left breast, pulling on the nipple, my camera in my other hand. "Grab her other boob" I asked Nat, and he did, and I got the shot of her smiling at me, one black hand on one breast, one white hand on the other.
He got dressed and as he left and asked to see me outside alone, so I followed him. He asked if he could borrow a couple of bucks for gas to get home. I handed him a 10 and told him we would see him again.
And we will.
It was more comfortable this time, as everyone was aware why we were there, what everyone knew was going to happen, and a minimum of formalities. I guess for a third get together it was normal.
The first time we had met in a bar and from there went upstairs and he fucked her several times the first night. He ended holding his cock over her face and she opened her mouth and let him come in it, which was unexpected.
The second time it was at a hotel with a standard, plain hotel room, and they fucked a while and we broke to eat. She had a thin top that showed the darkness of her nipple on one side, more visible to me than when she looked in the glare of the mirror, and she asked him, not taking my word for it, "Can you see through this?" and I of course said "No", and he chimed in immediately, "No, it's ok." She wore it to dinner with her nipple visible for anyone who cared to look.
I told him during dinner when she went to the ladies’ room that she got turned on to dirty talk, that it turned her on. He tried it, but it was clear he wasn’t comfortable with it and this particular evening she was so out of sync that the dirty talk was almost a distraction—but not a turn on or a turn off Despite the wild sex, and her great orgasms, it was just like there was something missing.
We talked about it after the second get together and finally decided it was not that he was bad, he was just the least favorite, and she said she would fuck him again. (She never really said she wouldn't). She also claims that his big cock doesn't make a difference but I've watched her fuck a half dozen different guys now and he gets off on a big black cock-if not mentally-then certainly physically.
So this time it has been a few months, and we set it up, and called, he was good to go. He'd been unemployed for a while, and said at one point that he might have some car problems-but he got them worked out, got tied up in traffic, and called, telling us of the delay, and then asked if I had condoms-which I did.
When he got there he called and I walked him up to the room. She met him wearing her "I love black cock" tee shirt, with a fishnet teddy undeneath and matching fishnet hose. I had told her that I bet he would peel her like and onion when he saw her, but instead they sat down on the couch and we all talked chit chat for a while. He opened up a little about finally getting a job, and made no move. Eventually I went into the bathroom and when I came out she was in his lap, straddling him, kissing him on the suite couch. He was already holding her bare breasts in each hand, the teddy pushed aside and the tee shirt pushed up. They kissed like this for several minutes, their breathing getting heavier and she was doing "ungh, ungh", grunts. It had been a long time since I'd seen her this hot for a cock. He might not have known the signs but I did. She was in full bore slut at that moment. She was leaning her head back as he sucked on her nipples, and already breaking into a sweat.
He stripped off the tee shirt, and they both stood up, stripping, kissing, and when he lowered his pants she instantly reached for his cock inside his shorts. Once in her hand she leaned over from the waist and began sucking him, still in her teddy.she sat down on his knee, him naked, her hand on his cock while he kissed her, her teddy pushed down beneath her breasts, and his left hand fingering her pussy. The grunts increased, and then as they continued kissing and his left fingers in her pussy. He leaned to his pants and pulled out a Magnum condom as she stood and stripped off her teddy. He put the condom on his cock, and as she moved closer he said, "This first time is going to be quick because I've not had sex in a while", which seemed to turn her on more.
She straddled his cock, and guided it to her pussy, moving it back and forth coating the head with her juices and lowering herself down onto that huge black cock in a single motion. She began rocking back and forth on it, alternating with bouncing up and down on it while he held onto her waist for a while, and then would grab and squeeze her white bare breasts in his dark black handles, kissing the nipples at times while he did. She came a squishing squirting orgasm, and he pulled out.
They moved to the bed, where he climbed over her legs, his on the outside of hers and put his cock back inside her and began ramming his cock hard into her. He had the entire bed shaking, fucking like that for a while. Then he pulled out, moved over her, stripping off the condom and she stroked his cock until he came on her tits. She smiled a broad smile and turned to me for a photo, his come on her tits and hands.
They each washed off, and went back to the bed cuddling for a while and then he started fingering her till she started moaning, then he slid lower ate her pussy, and fucked her again before dinner, this time between her legs, holding her hands over her head and not letting her move them as they fucked. Then rolling her to her side and fucked her that way for a long time and fucked her from behind, until he got close to coming and moving her body, coming on her tits and chest again.
We took a break, went to dinner and he sat beside Anna. He declined to eat, saying he'd not been working, but when I told him I was buying he changed his mind, ordered a steak, and when they brought him pork ribs by mistake he freaked, telling them he didn't eat pork. But we got that straightened out, and we went back to the room, where he fucked her on top again, a very long time but it is hard to describe how he just crawled between her open legs and pumped his long thick black cock in and out of her pussy until she came about three times, over about 20 minutes or more. Finally he collapsed and came in the condom, with both of the declaring they were too tired to continue.
I went over to her on the bed, pulled down the sheet, and was playing with her left breast, pulling on the nipple, my camera in my other hand. "Grab her other boob" I asked Nat, and he did, and I got the shot of her smiling at me, one black hand on one breast, one white hand on the other.
He got dressed and as he left and asked to see me outside alone, so I followed him. He asked if he could borrow a couple of bucks for gas to get home. I handed him a 10 and told him we would see him again.
And we will.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
New Lover
Deanna got on a roll for a while, and surfed the swinger site we are members of, found one guy that she especially liked, emailed him and the next day we got a response. She called him and after a half hour of conversation I heard her hang up the phone, she walked into the living room and told me, “I have a good feeling about this one.”
So we met him in the same hotel as Nat. She was wearing a black thin spaghetti strap lingerie top with an open weave silver colored sweater and black pants, and he came in in a white dress shirt and dress pants. Over drinks we talked, he introduced himself as Kevin, and things were going well, but he seemed a little hesitant.
She had been taking bolder steps in her surfing and our conversations, so I figured I would give her the opportunity to take the lead more. I chose to walk to the hotel close by, she rode with him, and when I walked to the front of the hotel they were getting out of the car. I wondered if he had made an attempt to kiss her, but she later told me he did not.
We went to our room, had more drinks and talked a long while. I left a couple of times to go to the bathroom to give them some privacy to get started. For some reason the moment when a black guy first starts making out with my wife seems to be the most clumsy. Once they start I think her reaction takes all apprehension out of their thoughts, but that first kiss and embrace is the toughest.
The first time nothing happened, just each of them on the couch talking. The second time when I came out the restroom, after staying a while longer than usual, they were not talking, their arms were wrapped around each other and were in a long erotic kiss. He progressed quickly, playing with her breasts outside the cloth, then under her blouse, and of course no resistance but welcoming moans from her when he did.
I quietly moved to the camera and turned it on.
They were both breathing heavily and he took her hand and helped her rise. She went to the bed as he removed his shirt, she turned to kiss him again, and he did, breaking to pull her sweater over her head, and kissed her again as he tugged up her lingerie top, pausing to pull it off, and going straight to her pants, which he unbuttoned and let fall, revealing her lacy g-string.
He started to unbuckle his pants and she went immediately to help. When he felt her hands at his belt he moved to her breasts and played with them letting her continue to unbuckle his pants. She pulled his shorts down and with one hand cupping his balls, the other wrapped around his hard cock, she kissed him again, harder, while he fondled her breasts, pulling on her left nipple hard as the did.
He dropped to his knees and ate her pussy while she stood up, and then he stood up as she sat down on the edge of the bed and started sucking his cock while he leaned over slightly and played with her breasts. She was making little purring noises as she sucked him, enjoying his gasps as she sucked his cock into her mouth. He nudged her back on the bed and went down on her pussy again, his hands on the outside of her legs tweaking her nipples with his fingertips, and her nipples getting rock hard in response, two hard red buds on top of her soft creamy breasts.
She came like this, and he crawled on top of her, kissing her, his cock laying between them as they did, and he asked her between kisses, “Want to go on?”
“Un huh” she whispered back.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“ I want you inside me,” she told him.
He went to his pants in the floor by the bed, reached inside his pocket, and pulled out a strip of three Trojan magnum condoms. He opened one and still standing started rolling it down his cock. She watched for a second and moved to assist, sucking his cock for a second once the condom was on his cock, he was saying softly as she did, “That’s it, That’s it.”
She lay back, her knees up, and he crawled between her legs.
“You want it?” he asked. “Tell me.”
“Yes, I want it inside me. Put your dick inside me.”
He entered her, she moaned as he did, “Oh God, Yes.” It marked her sixth black guy. (Now has fucked three times as many black guys as white). He fucked her as he held her ankles high, the move lifting her ass off the bed, and as she got more vocal and into the fucking, he lowered his hands to her upper thighs, pulling her against him as he fucked her. He was on his knees, and she had her legs wrapped around his back, heels on is back, sometimes on his ass, sometimes locked behind him locked at her ankles, moaning in pleasure as they fucked, “So good,” she was groaning.
He was whispering things too her that I couldn’t hear, but her response was “Yes, oh yes, I want it, it feels so good, you fucking me.”
Love it?,
Love it?,”
Sas repeating back to him “It feels so good,” she moaned.
Love it?”
“Yes, I love it.”
Sas repeating back to him, “You do it so good.”
“That right? Say it.”
“I love your dick in my pussy.”
He rose off her and pounded her steady and slow, coming again, and collapsing on top of her.
“That hit the spot,” he laughed.
He paused to eat her pussy some more, and then pulled one leg up and slid his cock inside her again, slower, laying on top of her, asking her, “You like that cock in you?”
“I love your cock in me,” she answered.
“You like me eating your pussy?”
“I love how you eat my pussy,” and he rose off her and started pumping her faster and harder, putting his fingers into her mouth for her to suck, which she did, and finally coming.
“Wow.” He said.
He dropped the rubber in the trash, and the cuddled for a short time, everyone having a water, and she rolled over him and sucked him back hard. He retrieved another condom from the nightstand and handed it to her. She put it on him, rolling it down his cock and still holding his cock she straddled him cowgirl, guiding him to her pussy lips and slowly lowering herself down onto his hard cock, his black cock disappearing up inside my wife. She rode his cock for a while, leaning back and his cock popped out. She reversed her position and did reverse cowgirl. He had her lean forward off his cock and he told me, “You have to see this from this angle,” and I walked around to see his cock and her pussy interior bulging out toward him as she slid away from his cock. I took a photo or two, and she watched us in the mirror she was facing, listening with a strange look on her face as her husband and the black man whose cock was inside her pussy discuss how how that scene she could see really was.
She came like that and when she rolled off him he tapped her ass and she took the hint, going to her knees, and he put his cock inside her doggy style, his body making loud audible “pop”, “pop” sounds when their flesh hit as he rammed home. He came like that, and ate her pussy and then fingered her from behind. They took a break, we fixed fresh drinks, and they were still naked cuddling. She moved to his front and on her knees took his cock into her mouth again. He pulled her hair back and held it with one hand, holding her back from sucking his cock, teasing her with it, pulling it away when she tried to take him in her mouth, then rubbing his cock wet with her spit and his pre come over her face. He stopped the teasing and let her suck him, which she did eagerly.
He pulled his cock away from her mouth, put a new rubber on, and led her to the easy chair, had her get into it and pulling her legs up over her head fucked her in the chair for a couple of strokes, pounding her, his knees on the floor. He moved her back to the bed, holding her legs wide apart as they fucked, fucking her hard making her boobs bounce wildly, almost as if he was trying to shake them off her body. Talking to her as he fucked her, “Want it?”
“Yes I want it. Fuck me. It feels so good.”
He was putting his fingers in her mouth again as they fucked, holding her hands on the outside of her thighs as she raised her ass off the bed and ground her pussy against him, his cock as far as it would go inside her.
She came, and he lay there with his cock still inside her, kissing her, the pulled out and
stopped to eat her for a while, holding both of her hands in his while he did.
They stopped to rest again, and she leaned over on him. He was playing with her breast with one hand and she leaned over putting her nipple in his mouth and he kissed and sucked her nipple as she finished her drink.
“Straddle my face,” he told her. He put her in a 69 that they maintained that for a very long time. He ate her until she came, and then he put her on her back in missionary position and fucked her some more, this time as he fucked her he was whispering in her ear, again I couldn’t hear what he was saying but she was saying, “Yes, put that black dick inside me.”
She put her hands down to has ass has he fucked her, holding her other hand on his head, her knees held up to her shoulders by his shoulders.
“Like my cock in your pussy,” he was asking.
She was repeating back to him, “I love fucking you…I love you black cock in my pussy.” The dirty talk got her going even hotter, and after the final admission to loving his black cock inside her and vocalizing it she came again, as if actually saying it had been the trigger to her coming.
They both collapsed and he got up quickly, saying he had to go to work the next day. She remained nude.
I handed him a marker with the usual, “Sign your work,” admonition, and he leaned over her pussy with not prompting, beginning to write on her bare pubic mound. When he stopped I could see he had written “Property of BBC” on her pussy. I repeated to her what he had written and she just smiled.
He looked down and told her, “I have to tell you, that pussy is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I just had to hit it once I saw it.”
We all laughed and she kissed him bye, her naked and he fully clothed, pulling on her nipple with his fingertips and stretching her nipple out as he did. He let himself out. And then it was my turn, and I enjoyed her wet just-fucked pussy as well.
This is true and exactly how it happened, and it is not total recall that I can be this specific about what happened as it did, but simply because I video her being shared and write the descriptions as I watch it again. When we watch them together she often says, "I don't remember that--but it's hot!".
So we met him in the same hotel as Nat. She was wearing a black thin spaghetti strap lingerie top with an open weave silver colored sweater and black pants, and he came in in a white dress shirt and dress pants. Over drinks we talked, he introduced himself as Kevin, and things were going well, but he seemed a little hesitant.
She had been taking bolder steps in her surfing and our conversations, so I figured I would give her the opportunity to take the lead more. I chose to walk to the hotel close by, she rode with him, and when I walked to the front of the hotel they were getting out of the car. I wondered if he had made an attempt to kiss her, but she later told me he did not.
We went to our room, had more drinks and talked a long while. I left a couple of times to go to the bathroom to give them some privacy to get started. For some reason the moment when a black guy first starts making out with my wife seems to be the most clumsy. Once they start I think her reaction takes all apprehension out of their thoughts, but that first kiss and embrace is the toughest.
The first time nothing happened, just each of them on the couch talking. The second time when I came out the restroom, after staying a while longer than usual, they were not talking, their arms were wrapped around each other and were in a long erotic kiss. He progressed quickly, playing with her breasts outside the cloth, then under her blouse, and of course no resistance but welcoming moans from her when he did.
I quietly moved to the camera and turned it on.
They were both breathing heavily and he took her hand and helped her rise. She went to the bed as he removed his shirt, she turned to kiss him again, and he did, breaking to pull her sweater over her head, and kissed her again as he tugged up her lingerie top, pausing to pull it off, and going straight to her pants, which he unbuttoned and let fall, revealing her lacy g-string.
He started to unbuckle his pants and she went immediately to help. When he felt her hands at his belt he moved to her breasts and played with them letting her continue to unbuckle his pants. She pulled his shorts down and with one hand cupping his balls, the other wrapped around his hard cock, she kissed him again, harder, while he fondled her breasts, pulling on her left nipple hard as the did.
He dropped to his knees and ate her pussy while she stood up, and then he stood up as she sat down on the edge of the bed and started sucking his cock while he leaned over slightly and played with her breasts. She was making little purring noises as she sucked him, enjoying his gasps as she sucked his cock into her mouth. He nudged her back on the bed and went down on her pussy again, his hands on the outside of her legs tweaking her nipples with his fingertips, and her nipples getting rock hard in response, two hard red buds on top of her soft creamy breasts.
She came like this, and he crawled on top of her, kissing her, his cock laying between them as they did, and he asked her between kisses, “Want to go on?”
“Un huh” she whispered back.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“ I want you inside me,” she told him.
He went to his pants in the floor by the bed, reached inside his pocket, and pulled out a strip of three Trojan magnum condoms. He opened one and still standing started rolling it down his cock. She watched for a second and moved to assist, sucking his cock for a second once the condom was on his cock, he was saying softly as she did, “That’s it, That’s it.”
She lay back, her knees up, and he crawled between her legs.
“You want it?” he asked. “Tell me.”
“Yes, I want it inside me. Put your dick inside me.”
He entered her, she moaned as he did, “Oh God, Yes.” It marked her sixth black guy. (Now has fucked three times as many black guys as white). He fucked her as he held her ankles high, the move lifting her ass off the bed, and as she got more vocal and into the fucking, he lowered his hands to her upper thighs, pulling her against him as he fucked her. He was on his knees, and she had her legs wrapped around his back, heels on is back, sometimes on his ass, sometimes locked behind him locked at her ankles, moaning in pleasure as they fucked, “So good,” she was groaning.
He was whispering things too her that I couldn’t hear, but her response was “Yes, oh yes, I want it, it feels so good, you fucking me.”
Love it?,
Love it?,”
Sas repeating back to him “It feels so good,” she moaned.
Love it?”
“Yes, I love it.”
Sas repeating back to him, “You do it so good.”
“That right? Say it.”
“I love your dick in my pussy.”
He rose off her and pounded her steady and slow, coming again, and collapsing on top of her.
“That hit the spot,” he laughed.
He paused to eat her pussy some more, and then pulled one leg up and slid his cock inside her again, slower, laying on top of her, asking her, “You like that cock in you?”
“I love your cock in me,” she answered.
“You like me eating your pussy?”
“I love how you eat my pussy,” and he rose off her and started pumping her faster and harder, putting his fingers into her mouth for her to suck, which she did, and finally coming.
“Wow.” He said.
He dropped the rubber in the trash, and the cuddled for a short time, everyone having a water, and she rolled over him and sucked him back hard. He retrieved another condom from the nightstand and handed it to her. She put it on him, rolling it down his cock and still holding his cock she straddled him cowgirl, guiding him to her pussy lips and slowly lowering herself down onto his hard cock, his black cock disappearing up inside my wife. She rode his cock for a while, leaning back and his cock popped out. She reversed her position and did reverse cowgirl. He had her lean forward off his cock and he told me, “You have to see this from this angle,” and I walked around to see his cock and her pussy interior bulging out toward him as she slid away from his cock. I took a photo or two, and she watched us in the mirror she was facing, listening with a strange look on her face as her husband and the black man whose cock was inside her pussy discuss how how that scene she could see really was.
She came like that and when she rolled off him he tapped her ass and she took the hint, going to her knees, and he put his cock inside her doggy style, his body making loud audible “pop”, “pop” sounds when their flesh hit as he rammed home. He came like that, and ate her pussy and then fingered her from behind. They took a break, we fixed fresh drinks, and they were still naked cuddling. She moved to his front and on her knees took his cock into her mouth again. He pulled her hair back and held it with one hand, holding her back from sucking his cock, teasing her with it, pulling it away when she tried to take him in her mouth, then rubbing his cock wet with her spit and his pre come over her face. He stopped the teasing and let her suck him, which she did eagerly.
He pulled his cock away from her mouth, put a new rubber on, and led her to the easy chair, had her get into it and pulling her legs up over her head fucked her in the chair for a couple of strokes, pounding her, his knees on the floor. He moved her back to the bed, holding her legs wide apart as they fucked, fucking her hard making her boobs bounce wildly, almost as if he was trying to shake them off her body. Talking to her as he fucked her, “Want it?”
“Yes I want it. Fuck me. It feels so good.”
He was putting his fingers in her mouth again as they fucked, holding her hands on the outside of her thighs as she raised her ass off the bed and ground her pussy against him, his cock as far as it would go inside her.
She came, and he lay there with his cock still inside her, kissing her, the pulled out and
stopped to eat her for a while, holding both of her hands in his while he did.
They stopped to rest again, and she leaned over on him. He was playing with her breast with one hand and she leaned over putting her nipple in his mouth and he kissed and sucked her nipple as she finished her drink.
“Straddle my face,” he told her. He put her in a 69 that they maintained that for a very long time. He ate her until she came, and then he put her on her back in missionary position and fucked her some more, this time as he fucked her he was whispering in her ear, again I couldn’t hear what he was saying but she was saying, “Yes, put that black dick inside me.”
She put her hands down to has ass has he fucked her, holding her other hand on his head, her knees held up to her shoulders by his shoulders.
“Like my cock in your pussy,” he was asking.
She was repeating back to him, “I love fucking you…I love you black cock in my pussy.” The dirty talk got her going even hotter, and after the final admission to loving his black cock inside her and vocalizing it she came again, as if actually saying it had been the trigger to her coming.
They both collapsed and he got up quickly, saying he had to go to work the next day. She remained nude.
I handed him a marker with the usual, “Sign your work,” admonition, and he leaned over her pussy with not prompting, beginning to write on her bare pubic mound. When he stopped I could see he had written “Property of BBC” on her pussy. I repeated to her what he had written and she just smiled.
He looked down and told her, “I have to tell you, that pussy is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I just had to hit it once I saw it.”
We all laughed and she kissed him bye, her naked and he fully clothed, pulling on her nipple with his fingertips and stretching her nipple out as he did. He let himself out. And then it was my turn, and I enjoyed her wet just-fucked pussy as well.
This is true and exactly how it happened, and it is not total recall that I can be this specific about what happened as it did, but simply because I video her being shared and write the descriptions as I watch it again. When we watch them together she often says, "I don't remember that--but it's hot!".
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Second meeting with Nat
Once things settled back down after my discovering the phone, she got back on the black cock train. It took a while, and I think the fact of her seeing the U-haul boxes in the storage room in which to put her clothes and learning that I had been to the lawyer sobered her up. She has even tried to explain the why, and admitted remorse.
So we survived. But there are no more second chances, no tolerance for anything in the future. Other than that, things are fine and back to normal.
One of the things we’ve discovered is that there are subtle differences between the first meeting and a second meeting. The first meeting is all tentative, feeling each other out, taking care to make a good impression, a little extra effort. The second time is different, more relaxed, and the sex seems to be better as I think the lover knows he can be more assertive.
This time he was quicker to start. Kissing her for a few minutes, peeling her out of her clothes. They were both naked within five minutes of him coming through the door, and she had his big thick cock in her mouth almost as quick. He lay her on her back and fingered her with his long fingers, working his little finger into her ass as he did, causing her to come very hard, very quick, and very loud.
There wasn’t much foreplay. He knew what he wanted and she did two, and within six minutes or so he was pulling on a condom and crawling between her open legs. He slid inside her and just held himself there, and when she realized he wasn’t moving she arched her body up sliding his cock inside her, fucking herself against him from underneath, grinding her pussy against him with his cock balls deep inside her.
He pounded her, his balls popping against he flesh each time he rammed her him. She arched her back and he held her ass off the bed as he fucked her—and she was screaming in pleasure as she did, her gasps getting more rapid with “Oh God, Oh Godd, and a “Fuck me” through clenched teeth.
Her legs were wide apart as he fucked, but then he grunted, “Open those legs wide and let me take that pussy,” and she tried to open them even further. He picked up on her getting into the dirty talk and told her, “You like this big black cock inside you?”
“Yes, give it to me, give it to me now,” she grunted back.
He kept fucking her, and told her, “Take it like a good little slut”, which she greeted with more moans of pleasure. He pulled her knees up to her shoulders, still pumping and added, “You like giving your pussy away don’t you.”
“Yes, Yes, fuck me,” she answered, writhing underneath his strong fucking.
He started moaning and pulled out, stripped off the condom and spurted his cum onto her belly.
They rested a minute and she starts sucking him back to hardness. He pulls her over on top of him so he can eat her pussy and he begins doing it as she leaned back against his legs, which he had raised with his heels against his ass. He ate her like that until she came again, as she reached behind him and stroked his cock. He lowered his legs and she lay back, turning her head sideways and in a move that I had never seen in any porn movie she was on her back, with Nat eating her pussy, laying with her back against him, and turning her head sideways she too his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.
They did this for a while, then she broke and got into a traditional 69, before he flipped her onto her back, turned her body with her head toward the top of the bed, and pulled her legs over his shoulders, her ass about 10” off the bed, and in that position he fucked her again, her pussy extending around his cock on his withdrawl. She came again.
We lay around for a few minutes and pull or clothes back on, and she puts on a shirt that if you look closely you could see a nipple though, and we walk to a nearby restaurant for dinner. She sat beside him in the booth. When she went to the restroom I told him that she enjoyed dirty talk.
We had more drinks, got back to the room and they striped each other again, even quicker. She sucked his cock, and he fucked her in several positions, on top, sideways, she gets on top, then him on top again and more dirty talking to her, calling her a dirty slut and tells her to take his big black cock and asked again how much she loves giving her pussy away. He came, took off the rubber and I gave him a marker, asking him to sign his work, he wrote “N was here” and drew and arrow down to her pussy.
I lay back in the chair, they remained entwined on the bed naked, and we all dozed off. She woke him up by sucking his cock a long time, and does it over and over, trying to get him to come but he resist, finally pulling her up beside him, and as she lay there intently staring at his cock he opened another Trojan XL, rolled it down his cock and moved toward her. She had already opened her legs wide and inviting, and he took the invitation, fucking her again until she came several times, he came in the rubber, and went to the bathroom to flush it.
He dressed and excused himself to go home, and my wife, still naked, finished the evening with a relaxed husband and wife fuck. As I moved over her to go inside her she said, “Be easy, I’m sore.”
So we survived. But there are no more second chances, no tolerance for anything in the future. Other than that, things are fine and back to normal.
One of the things we’ve discovered is that there are subtle differences between the first meeting and a second meeting. The first meeting is all tentative, feeling each other out, taking care to make a good impression, a little extra effort. The second time is different, more relaxed, and the sex seems to be better as I think the lover knows he can be more assertive.
This time he was quicker to start. Kissing her for a few minutes, peeling her out of her clothes. They were both naked within five minutes of him coming through the door, and she had his big thick cock in her mouth almost as quick. He lay her on her back and fingered her with his long fingers, working his little finger into her ass as he did, causing her to come very hard, very quick, and very loud.
There wasn’t much foreplay. He knew what he wanted and she did two, and within six minutes or so he was pulling on a condom and crawling between her open legs. He slid inside her and just held himself there, and when she realized he wasn’t moving she arched her body up sliding his cock inside her, fucking herself against him from underneath, grinding her pussy against him with his cock balls deep inside her.
He pounded her, his balls popping against he flesh each time he rammed her him. She arched her back and he held her ass off the bed as he fucked her—and she was screaming in pleasure as she did, her gasps getting more rapid with “Oh God, Oh Godd, and a “Fuck me” through clenched teeth.
Her legs were wide apart as he fucked, but then he grunted, “Open those legs wide and let me take that pussy,” and she tried to open them even further. He picked up on her getting into the dirty talk and told her, “You like this big black cock inside you?”
“Yes, give it to me, give it to me now,” she grunted back.
He kept fucking her, and told her, “Take it like a good little slut”, which she greeted with more moans of pleasure. He pulled her knees up to her shoulders, still pumping and added, “You like giving your pussy away don’t you.”
“Yes, Yes, fuck me,” she answered, writhing underneath his strong fucking.
He started moaning and pulled out, stripped off the condom and spurted his cum onto her belly.
They rested a minute and she starts sucking him back to hardness. He pulls her over on top of him so he can eat her pussy and he begins doing it as she leaned back against his legs, which he had raised with his heels against his ass. He ate her like that until she came again, as she reached behind him and stroked his cock. He lowered his legs and she lay back, turning her head sideways and in a move that I had never seen in any porn movie she was on her back, with Nat eating her pussy, laying with her back against him, and turning her head sideways she too his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.
They did this for a while, then she broke and got into a traditional 69, before he flipped her onto her back, turned her body with her head toward the top of the bed, and pulled her legs over his shoulders, her ass about 10” off the bed, and in that position he fucked her again, her pussy extending around his cock on his withdrawl. She came again.
We lay around for a few minutes and pull or clothes back on, and she puts on a shirt that if you look closely you could see a nipple though, and we walk to a nearby restaurant for dinner. She sat beside him in the booth. When she went to the restroom I told him that she enjoyed dirty talk.
We had more drinks, got back to the room and they striped each other again, even quicker. She sucked his cock, and he fucked her in several positions, on top, sideways, she gets on top, then him on top again and more dirty talking to her, calling her a dirty slut and tells her to take his big black cock and asked again how much she loves giving her pussy away. He came, took off the rubber and I gave him a marker, asking him to sign his work, he wrote “N was here” and drew and arrow down to her pussy.
I lay back in the chair, they remained entwined on the bed naked, and we all dozed off. She woke him up by sucking his cock a long time, and does it over and over, trying to get him to come but he resist, finally pulling her up beside him, and as she lay there intently staring at his cock he opened another Trojan XL, rolled it down his cock and moved toward her. She had already opened her legs wide and inviting, and he took the invitation, fucking her again until she came several times, he came in the rubber, and went to the bathroom to flush it.
He dressed and excused himself to go home, and my wife, still naked, finished the evening with a relaxed husband and wife fuck. As I moved over her to go inside her she said, “Be easy, I’m sore.”
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The Glitch
In this narrative of my wife’s hotwife transformation if you have followed this blog from the beginning you know that over the years she has been a housewife, a mother, a Sunday School teacher, a cheater. When we got into the lifestyle her third black guy got into her head and she entertained him in our home, in my bed (and in every room in our house) for a weekend—naturally without my knowledge or consent, without the benefit of condoms.
So I knew she had within her the ability to cheat, and the ability to look me straight in the eye and tell me she loved me and then lie like a dog. Not being a complete idiot (although that can be debated at times) I have long since stopped believing in an odd coincidence when things accidentally happen that should arouse suspicion.
I was answering the phone in her home office one day and hear the chime of a cell phone beep, as if a text message had arrived. She wasn’t there and had her cell phone with her, so I did a search and could find nothing. I dismissed it.
So it was with a bit of a shock that I was looking for some extra paper to the printer, went into her computer area, looked down to a bottom shelf and discovered a cell phone charger. It was to a Nokia phone—and we do not have Nokia phone, as I had bought her an LG just like mine because she liked mine.
I checked on the cord periodically and it didn’t change. I even placed the wire over the other in a recognizable pattern to see if it was used, and a few days later checked it and it had not. So I relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
A few weeks later we were on a long car trip that required overnighting en rough, and we had work to do and she asked me to plug up her laptop. I went into her backpack, looking for the powercord, and there was a Nokia phone charger cord. I looked at it a little too long, and she paused and said, “Oh, that’s just an old cord, I don’t know why that’s in there.”
I knew what it was, but then again I wasn’t certain. The deciding factor would be if the phone cord was missing at her computer station when I got home. And she was staying with friends for a few days and flying home, so I would be there a few days ahead of her.
So when I got home after a two day drive, before I did anything else, I went straight to her computer area, looked where the cord had been, and it was missing. I actually became nauseous. I spent the night figuring out what to do—and I had a few days to get it put together. My first thought was to have vehicle we have paid off, with the camper on it, and her clothes loaded in it when she arrived, have the locks changed, and just hand her the keys and wish her a good life
I went so far as to go to U-Haul and buy the wardrobe boxes, and went to my lawyer, told him the entire deal, and he advised to wait, give her the choice to give up the lifestyle and never transgress again. “A divorce is always messy—and expensive,” he advised. I knew I was too emotional to make a lucid decision so I followed his advice.
She picked up on my mental state without me saying anything, and when I picked her up she was aggressive. That is always her best defense, and it worked again. I had decided to take her stuff and dump it in the living room floor and go through it until I found the damn phone, but her attack derailed me. . “What’s going on—you’ve been weird all week, and if you don’t spit it out I’m not going home.” I told her about the phone, and she pulled it off, swearing that it was an old cord, she thought it went to her ipod and she had taken it by mistake, and had given it to one of our friends who had a Nokia phone while she was gone.
I believed. So you don’t leave if you believe the story do you? Never mind that I had convinced myself what I would do, how the emotional had worn down, how I lost a little more of love, respect, a little less marriage, a little less bond holding us together. But it was all a big mistake, due to my overactive imagination—and later I realized due to my very active and correct GUT.
I was going to take a shower but I don’t. I’m trembling. (Not shaking—trembling). I guess it happens when your whole life shatters right before your eyes. I went straight to her, ordered her to hang up the phone, and held the phone out.
“What is this?”
“You know what it is.”
“What’s going on?”
“The answer is right there in your hands,” she said. She was still talking to the guy she had come to our home when I was away.
She was belligerent right up until the moment I told her to get some of her clothes and get the hell out. She refused. She got shakier when I explain that I’ve already talked to our attorney, and that the boxes outside are for her clothes.
She asks if I’m willing to throw away 25 years over this. “Yes.” I answer.
She tells me she has no money, no where to go. “You should have thought about that before you did it.” I respond.
Then she gets weepy, cries, tells me she loves me, says she will make it up to me, and tries (for three days). Her idea of making it up is to keep things as they are.
I kept the phone with me. I had a few choice words to say when he would call. But he didn’t call. She tells me later, “But I didn’t see him again, I only talked to him.”
“Behind my back.”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done it.”
When I asked why he hadn’t called she said they had agreed that if she went three days without contacting him to not call anymore, that something had happened (like I had found the phone).
So where does that leave us? I’m pretty cold. We revisit the occurrence from time to time—and it ends with an invitation for her to go now if she doesn’t want to stay that I no longer care. I can take it or leave it.
I do love her, I do not want her to go, but it is a love that was at total infatuation, to unconditional love, to accepting the fact that she might go and fighting to keep her, to adjusting to the fact that I might have to live without her, to where I am today. I still have love, but it is far much less than it was. It is a realization that there are no more “another chances”. One more transgression will mean that we split. I won’t live with someone I can’t trust.
As I got into things I discovered that her lover/phone friend had told her a few days earlier that he was moving in with another woman--and her one response and defense is that it was only conversation. She described how he and we were in the same town on a trip, and he was begging her to meet him and she wouldn't without me there.
I was once told by a psychologist that we cannot control other people or what they do--we can only control our reaction to what they do. And in this case the decision has been made. She behaves herself or I'm gone. She'll have to play her deceit and lying games on someone else.
This happened a several months ago--and we have resumed playing with the understanding that the limit has been reached--and in the meantime we're enjoying it, and seem to have survived what had better be the last dishonest thing that happens related to this lifestyle, if our marriage continues.
Sorry for the downer tone of this post--but this is our real journey--not fantasy.
So I knew she had within her the ability to cheat, and the ability to look me straight in the eye and tell me she loved me and then lie like a dog. Not being a complete idiot (although that can be debated at times) I have long since stopped believing in an odd coincidence when things accidentally happen that should arouse suspicion.
I was answering the phone in her home office one day and hear the chime of a cell phone beep, as if a text message had arrived. She wasn’t there and had her cell phone with her, so I did a search and could find nothing. I dismissed it.
So it was with a bit of a shock that I was looking for some extra paper to the printer, went into her computer area, looked down to a bottom shelf and discovered a cell phone charger. It was to a Nokia phone—and we do not have Nokia phone, as I had bought her an LG just like mine because she liked mine.
I checked on the cord periodically and it didn’t change. I even placed the wire over the other in a recognizable pattern to see if it was used, and a few days later checked it and it had not. So I relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
A few weeks later we were on a long car trip that required overnighting en rough, and we had work to do and she asked me to plug up her laptop. I went into her backpack, looking for the powercord, and there was a Nokia phone charger cord. I looked at it a little too long, and she paused and said, “Oh, that’s just an old cord, I don’t know why that’s in there.”
I knew what it was, but then again I wasn’t certain. The deciding factor would be if the phone cord was missing at her computer station when I got home. And she was staying with friends for a few days and flying home, so I would be there a few days ahead of her.
So when I got home after a two day drive, before I did anything else, I went straight to her computer area, looked where the cord had been, and it was missing. I actually became nauseous. I spent the night figuring out what to do—and I had a few days to get it put together. My first thought was to have vehicle we have paid off, with the camper on it, and her clothes loaded in it when she arrived, have the locks changed, and just hand her the keys and wish her a good life
I went so far as to go to U-Haul and buy the wardrobe boxes, and went to my lawyer, told him the entire deal, and he advised to wait, give her the choice to give up the lifestyle and never transgress again. “A divorce is always messy—and expensive,” he advised. I knew I was too emotional to make a lucid decision so I followed his advice.
She picked up on my mental state without me saying anything, and when I picked her up she was aggressive. That is always her best defense, and it worked again. I had decided to take her stuff and dump it in the living room floor and go through it until I found the damn phone, but her attack derailed me. . “What’s going on—you’ve been weird all week, and if you don’t spit it out I’m not going home.” I told her about the phone, and she pulled it off, swearing that it was an old cord, she thought it went to her ipod and she had taken it by mistake, and had given it to one of our friends who had a Nokia phone while she was gone.
I believed. So you don’t leave if you believe the story do you? Never mind that I had convinced myself what I would do, how the emotional had worn down, how I lost a little more of love, respect, a little less marriage, a little less bond holding us together. But it was all a big mistake, due to my overactive imagination—and later I realized due to my very active and correct GUT.
I was going to take a shower but I don’t. I’m trembling. (Not shaking—trembling). I guess it happens when your whole life shatters right before your eyes. I went straight to her, ordered her to hang up the phone, and held the phone out.
“What is this?”
“You know what it is.”
“What’s going on?”
“The answer is right there in your hands,” she said. She was still talking to the guy she had come to our home when I was away.
She was belligerent right up until the moment I told her to get some of her clothes and get the hell out. She refused. She got shakier when I explain that I’ve already talked to our attorney, and that the boxes outside are for her clothes.
She asks if I’m willing to throw away 25 years over this. “Yes.” I answer.
She tells me she has no money, no where to go. “You should have thought about that before you did it.” I respond.
Then she gets weepy, cries, tells me she loves me, says she will make it up to me, and tries (for three days). Her idea of making it up is to keep things as they are.
I kept the phone with me. I had a few choice words to say when he would call. But he didn’t call. She tells me later, “But I didn’t see him again, I only talked to him.”
“Behind my back.”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done it.”
When I asked why he hadn’t called she said they had agreed that if she went three days without contacting him to not call anymore, that something had happened (like I had found the phone).
So where does that leave us? I’m pretty cold. We revisit the occurrence from time to time—and it ends with an invitation for her to go now if she doesn’t want to stay that I no longer care. I can take it or leave it.
I do love her, I do not want her to go, but it is a love that was at total infatuation, to unconditional love, to accepting the fact that she might go and fighting to keep her, to adjusting to the fact that I might have to live without her, to where I am today. I still have love, but it is far much less than it was. It is a realization that there are no more “another chances”. One more transgression will mean that we split. I won’t live with someone I can’t trust.
As I got into things I discovered that her lover/phone friend had told her a few days earlier that he was moving in with another woman--and her one response and defense is that it was only conversation. She described how he and we were in the same town on a trip, and he was begging her to meet him and she wouldn't without me there.
I was once told by a psychologist that we cannot control other people or what they do--we can only control our reaction to what they do. And in this case the decision has been made. She behaves herself or I'm gone. She'll have to play her deceit and lying games on someone else.
This happened a several months ago--and we have resumed playing with the understanding that the limit has been reached--and in the meantime we're enjoying it, and seem to have survived what had better be the last dishonest thing that happens related to this lifestyle, if our marriage continues.
Sorry for the downer tone of this post--but this is our real journey--not fantasy.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Black Cock Fix- Fifth Lover
After about 4-5 weeks she started talking about needing her “black cock fix”. One guy emailed in response to our swinger site ad, she responded, they talked on the phone, and we set it up to meet him in a nearby town at a large hotel with a bar.
He said he was over 6’4” and as we talked about it she said she hoped he was as big as his profile photos. If this were indeed the case this guy was porn star huge.
You on this quest for bigger cock?” I asked her the night before.
“Yes I am,” was her answer.
As we were fucking I talked to her about it, telling her she didn’t have to fuck him if he didn’t click as we had not talked too much with this guy and knew little about him.
“You don’t have to fuck him, you can always say no”.
“I know”, she answered, “but I’m going to fuck him.” That huge cock had her intrigued I surmised. This guy would be her fifth black lover.
She’s went for her standard pedicure and manicure, did her hair earlier in the week, and she bought a beard trimmer to make it easier for shaving her pussy. She has started squirting again which was a question after her bladder surgery, and her nipples have all but healed but are still tender, and she says she likes the rings now, adding that she get off on knowing there are so many women who aren’t pierced and couldn’t do it.
Visually I love the look of pierced nipples, especially hers, but I also love to suck on her nipples and the metal rings get in the way of that. They look better than they feel.
We met Nat in the hotel bar and he had only an hour and a half, so we had a drink and got comfortable and at her suggestion we went upstairs, and he didn’t seem to smile much, nor was he very talkative, but began chatting when I went for the second round at the bar. When we got back we went to the room, just chit chatting. She had worn a open weave nipple showing top under a black blazer that she kept buttoned.
When we walked inside the door he immediately started stripped naked before even kissing her, and unveiling a huge cock even larger than the photos. I mean a cock as large as her Sean Michaels dildo, and the largest cock I’ve ever seen. He started kissing her with her remaining fully clothed, and she had removed her blazer when she came into the room, and as they kissed he lowered the straps off her top and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts, kissing her for a while and then she sat down on the edge of the bed and eagerly started sucking his long cock. As she did he leaned over and untied the back of her top and removed it, and unzipped the back of her skirt, and she stood partially off and slid her skirt down her legs without stopping sucking him.
He pulled her up to kiss him and immediately dove his hand inside her white thong and began fingering her while they kissed. He fingered her and rubbed her clit without breaking their kiss, and she slid her thong half way down her thighs and he took his cock and rubbed it against her bare pussy, all the while still kissing,
After a while she sat down on the bed again and sucked him, with him leaning way back with his cock thrusting far out and he pulled her up and laid her back on the bed and dove into her pussy, and she started moaning instantly. She was very turned on and into it. He had her gasping when he moved higher, sucking her nipples and sliding his fingers into her again, and as she did she wrapped her legs around him, and he slid back down to eat her pussy, with his hands on her nipples, until she came like that and he then moved higher stradding her face, presenting his cock to her lips that she eagerly started sucking, and then moving to the edge of the bed with her head hanging off, sucking him, while he reached behind her and fingered her again to another orgasm. He held his cock up and put his balls down to her mouth which she licked and sucked, stroking his cock with her hand while she did. Then he got up and walked over to his pants, opening a Magnum XL condom and rolling it down his cock.
“Do you need some lube or anything?” he asked. She just laughed, touching herself.
“You think I need lube?” He climbed on the bed and grabbed her hand and moved it to his cock for her to guide him inside her, which she did. He moved gently inside her in three thrusts, each one getting deeper before he started fucking her for real. She winced at some of his deeper strokes and he eased off, then he turned her on her side, one leg down, the other around his arm, and was able to go all the way into her without pain, rolling her on over with both legs down and popping her ass a couple of times.
“She was exhaling a burst of air, with an occasional soft, “yes”.
“Want me to fuck that pussy for you, fuck it good?”
“Yes, fuck it,” she answered. He was grunting some as well, and she began encouraging him, “Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy.”
She was all but screaming from this fucking, loving it. He rolled her to her knees and fucked her doggie style, then flat on the bed with her face down with his cock still inside her, and then he lay back and put her in reverse cowgirl, facing me, and as she fucked he was playing with her breasts, and telling her, “Take it, give it to me, come on my cock”, and in this position she has a massive orgasm, squirting everywhere, and the broke for a rest.
Without leaving the bed he put a new condom on and lay her back on the bed and mounted her missionary style, pounding her hard now, without causing any pain, harder, and then he stopped, pulled out and began dick whipping his cock against her clit, and she started coming again, little orgasms and he put his cock in her again, their bodies making a pop, pop, pop sound when their flesh hit, eliciting grunts, saying “yes, Yes, Yes,”.
He said in a low voice that he didn’t think I could hear, “You like this black cock?” And she answered “Yes, Oh yes.”
As he was fucking her he told her “Take it, take it” and asking her after getting up from her sucking his cock, “You like that don’t you?”
“I love it” was her response. When it came time to come she told him she wanted him to come on her, so he pulled out, stripped off his rubber and moved his cock over her mouth stroking it. “I got something for ya,”he said, stroking his cock.
She opened her mouth to take it, and his first spurt hit half in her mouth and half on her cheek, the second spurt she took in her mouth, then half closing her mouth half way and squeezing his come to the front she moved up and put her mouth on his cock.
“Oh God,” he said.
“Oh God,” she gasp back as his come poured into her open mouth, sliding her hands down the shaft and pulling his come into her mouth, and backing away, her stroking his cock as he came over her chest and boobs. He sighed, moved away as she rubbed his come over her breasts. She looked up with a wide smile on her face.
“Wow, that was intense,” he said.
He said he was over 6’4” and as we talked about it she said she hoped he was as big as his profile photos. If this were indeed the case this guy was porn star huge.
You on this quest for bigger cock?” I asked her the night before.
“Yes I am,” was her answer.
As we were fucking I talked to her about it, telling her she didn’t have to fuck him if he didn’t click as we had not talked too much with this guy and knew little about him.
“You don’t have to fuck him, you can always say no”.
“I know”, she answered, “but I’m going to fuck him.” That huge cock had her intrigued I surmised. This guy would be her fifth black lover.
She’s went for her standard pedicure and manicure, did her hair earlier in the week, and she bought a beard trimmer to make it easier for shaving her pussy. She has started squirting again which was a question after her bladder surgery, and her nipples have all but healed but are still tender, and she says she likes the rings now, adding that she get off on knowing there are so many women who aren’t pierced and couldn’t do it.
Visually I love the look of pierced nipples, especially hers, but I also love to suck on her nipples and the metal rings get in the way of that. They look better than they feel.
We met Nat in the hotel bar and he had only an hour and a half, so we had a drink and got comfortable and at her suggestion we went upstairs, and he didn’t seem to smile much, nor was he very talkative, but began chatting when I went for the second round at the bar. When we got back we went to the room, just chit chatting. She had worn a open weave nipple showing top under a black blazer that she kept buttoned.
When we walked inside the door he immediately started stripped naked before even kissing her, and unveiling a huge cock even larger than the photos. I mean a cock as large as her Sean Michaels dildo, and the largest cock I’ve ever seen. He started kissing her with her remaining fully clothed, and she had removed her blazer when she came into the room, and as they kissed he lowered the straps off her top and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts, kissing her for a while and then she sat down on the edge of the bed and eagerly started sucking his long cock. As she did he leaned over and untied the back of her top and removed it, and unzipped the back of her skirt, and she stood partially off and slid her skirt down her legs without stopping sucking him.
He pulled her up to kiss him and immediately dove his hand inside her white thong and began fingering her while they kissed. He fingered her and rubbed her clit without breaking their kiss, and she slid her thong half way down her thighs and he took his cock and rubbed it against her bare pussy, all the while still kissing,
After a while she sat down on the bed again and sucked him, with him leaning way back with his cock thrusting far out and he pulled her up and laid her back on the bed and dove into her pussy, and she started moaning instantly. She was very turned on and into it. He had her gasping when he moved higher, sucking her nipples and sliding his fingers into her again, and as she did she wrapped her legs around him, and he slid back down to eat her pussy, with his hands on her nipples, until she came like that and he then moved higher stradding her face, presenting his cock to her lips that she eagerly started sucking, and then moving to the edge of the bed with her head hanging off, sucking him, while he reached behind her and fingered her again to another orgasm. He held his cock up and put his balls down to her mouth which she licked and sucked, stroking his cock with her hand while she did. Then he got up and walked over to his pants, opening a Magnum XL condom and rolling it down his cock.
“Do you need some lube or anything?” he asked. She just laughed, touching herself.
“You think I need lube?” He climbed on the bed and grabbed her hand and moved it to his cock for her to guide him inside her, which she did. He moved gently inside her in three thrusts, each one getting deeper before he started fucking her for real. She winced at some of his deeper strokes and he eased off, then he turned her on her side, one leg down, the other around his arm, and was able to go all the way into her without pain, rolling her on over with both legs down and popping her ass a couple of times.
“She was exhaling a burst of air, with an occasional soft, “yes”.
“Want me to fuck that pussy for you, fuck it good?”
“Yes, fuck it,” she answered. He was grunting some as well, and she began encouraging him, “Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy.”
She was all but screaming from this fucking, loving it. He rolled her to her knees and fucked her doggie style, then flat on the bed with her face down with his cock still inside her, and then he lay back and put her in reverse cowgirl, facing me, and as she fucked he was playing with her breasts, and telling her, “Take it, give it to me, come on my cock”, and in this position she has a massive orgasm, squirting everywhere, and the broke for a rest.
Without leaving the bed he put a new condom on and lay her back on the bed and mounted her missionary style, pounding her hard now, without causing any pain, harder, and then he stopped, pulled out and began dick whipping his cock against her clit, and she started coming again, little orgasms and he put his cock in her again, their bodies making a pop, pop, pop sound when their flesh hit, eliciting grunts, saying “yes, Yes, Yes,”.
He said in a low voice that he didn’t think I could hear, “You like this black cock?” And she answered “Yes, Oh yes.”
As he was fucking her he told her “Take it, take it” and asking her after getting up from her sucking his cock, “You like that don’t you?”
“I love it” was her response. When it came time to come she told him she wanted him to come on her, so he pulled out, stripped off his rubber and moved his cock over her mouth stroking it. “I got something for ya,”he said, stroking his cock.
She opened her mouth to take it, and his first spurt hit half in her mouth and half on her cheek, the second spurt she took in her mouth, then half closing her mouth half way and squeezing his come to the front she moved up and put her mouth on his cock.
“Oh God,” he said.
“Oh God,” she gasp back as his come poured into her open mouth, sliding her hands down the shaft and pulling his come into her mouth, and backing away, her stroking his cock as he came over her chest and boobs. He sighed, moved away as she rubbed his come over her breasts. She looked up with a wide smile on her face.
“Wow, that was intense,” he said.
Friday, December 5, 2008
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