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Upon graduating university in 2007 I found the job market was very bad. Being one of few girls with a degree in Geology, wherever I go it's a male dominated sausage factory. And being decently put together, slender, young and not having a penis proved to be an asset in my job search. I ended up taking a job which had me relocate to foreign lands. Middle Eastern countries are interesting but no fun, I look good in a head scarf! Living was very often in the company compound and I absolutely never screwed around with company people. It was hard mainly because I just love sex. As my older brother once stated "You're as horny and wicked as I am!", which I take as a compliment.
In late 2012 I was placed on a project developing a new field in West Africa.
I'd rather be in the field getting dirty, cut and bruised. For this deal I was the company rep to the country's foreign trade minister. I would get out to the site maybe once a week. In truth, my job was paperwork, financial transactions, hosting dinners, travel arrangements and entertainment.
Black culture in Africa is so different than what I am used to in America. In a sentence I equate them with the 17th century American settlers. And there is not a village or town where I would be uncomfortable or not welcome. They are colorblind.
This country will do fine as they are taking their Petro Dollars and plowing it into roads, schools, sanitation and hydro electric. They are essentially following FDR's model for post depression America. Thought it's a big place and it will take decades to reach the back country.
Which leads to socializing with the people you are spending all your days with.....
The entertaining part always involved the Trade Ministry with a mix of EU or US or UN or company officials. Nepotism runs rampant and the minister has about a dozen people from his extended family working for him. Opportunity comes from education and most of his family were educated in the UK. So they are well qualified. The nepotism comes in the form of only c***dren of the country's leadership were given the opportunity to school in the UK.
Which leads to Ken who is the son of the ministers sister. He serves as his uncles chief of staff. And he does a dandy job of protecting and advising his uncle. Ken is 30, very tall with thickly muscled chest, arms and thighs. He is as black as coal with a finely chiseled slender nose, a delightful English accent and his head shaven in the Michael Jordan style. Would I call him a pretty boy worthy of a GQ cover? No.
I first met him in the field early this year and was honestly impressed with the male specimen. We went over statistical projections and the cost of material and shared a canteen lunch. Shook hands, traded business cards and he said he would see me later. A month later I was surprised to be introduced to him as the ministers new chief of staff!
This was the beginning of many lunches together and after work drinks. And we talked about everything. After a while I was no longer seeing a black man, I was seeing a desirable fun smart guy. Before the month was done, ladies in the office were telling me to be feel special since he has such an eye for me.
Dinner engagements for the ministry continued, just about weekly. Ken was always present and would always be sure to get me accompanied home. Usually in a black car with a driver. During a ride home where he drove his car, he told me plainly that I needed an official boyfriend and he's the best and only man for the job! That evening, instead of a kiss on the cheek at my front door he came inside. Once the door closed I had my first real kiss in many months. I knew I was in trouble because of the heat blood rush I felt run through my core. And that was it for that first evening of being the "official girlfriend.". I wonder if he knew how horny and ready I was at that moment.
For the next couple weeks we walked arm in arm in public and traveled visiting members of his family. One of those ladies who told me about his eye for me turned out to be a much older second cousin Maddie who is now telling me how good we look together and how beautiful our c***dren would be. Quite a stretch I'd say at that time. Through all this it was never more than kissing though a little heavier. In this country kissing a woman in public in front of your family carries a big message.
On a Thursday night I became brazen and said:
"Hey boyfriend, why not spend the weekend in and treat me like a girl?".
Which elicited a response that his weekend started now.
We drove to my place, I packed a bag and we went to his family retreat about 2 hours outside of the city.
Wine, music (local with lots of drums) couch and heavy foreplay. From earlier kissing and hugging I could tell there was a large package pressing above my hip. tonight I was going to well acquainted.
I unbuttoned his shirt and loosened my top. While deeply kissing and kneading his pecs he slides my top off my shoulders. My milk white C cups and wide pink nipples were then freed and the man began to feast. The contrast awesome and I lifted my breasts to bury his face whilst he was massaging my pussy under the skirt with the flat of his palm. Our mouths are locked as he goes inside my undies and he breaks the kissing to ask "No hair?". Which was laser removed years before. I say "Stand".
I sit on the floor and remove his shoes. I sit on the couch and massage his crotch while undoing his belt. There is a serious hunk of man meat inside. I mean a lot.
I have him down to his boxers when I notice a pinkish cockhead protruding from the leg. Which my hand immediately goes to fondle. He then tells me "You stand".
I step out of my shoes, he removes the tangled mess of blouse and bra from my midsection, the skirt drops and he removes my undies. My hairless pussy is now being looked on as if it's the 9th wonder of the world. As I am equally amazed by his pink headed cock.
He leads me to a bedroom and starts laughing while he pushes me onto the mattress.
He goes between my legs, working my pussy with his fingers and his lips never more than inches away but he never went down on me. I said "OK, after a long day it's better after a bath. But I can do you."
I move between his legs and he is fully erect. This is the black stallion. His cockhead is literally the size of my fist. The length is like pictures I've only seen. And he is circumcised! I start at the base pressing him with my left hand to wrap his cock around my face while I work my tongue up the underside of the shaft to the head. I repeat a few times and I have him moaning. Getting to the top I find pre-cum oozing out of him and I find that it's impossible to get his cockhead last my lips. So I sloppily work my lips around it.
I'm enjoying this terribly when I wonder if I can take him. I've got two hands on his shaft and I could use two more to get complete coverage. I stop, slide up next to him, kiss him passionately and say "Take me now".
I'm on my back with legs spread wide, Ken starts rubbing his cockhead between my lips soaking his cock in my juices. He gets to the opening and presses while coming down to kiss me. Lustfully kissing while he presses was super, it just went on too long with no progress. I'm eagerly waiting for him to move inside me. "Press harder" I say. And he does and still no progress. "It's got to go, harder" I say. Ken pushes hard and with a fair amount of discomfort and a grimace the cockhead is inside. We get back to lustful kissing as he pumps and gets so ever slowly deeper. After not so long he says "It's a very big cock and I'm about to cum" and he pulls out to deposit an amazing high volume ejaculation all over my tummy. Ken gave up about 10 streams and even after that the semen just continues to ooze out of him.
He pulls over a sheet to wipe it up and he immediately goes right back to my pussy never losing his erection.
His second entry was much easier. Now he is stroking going deeper with each thrust. After a brief while I have the first vaginal orgasm of my life. This is not a climax. It's a climax times 100. I likely came close to passing out. It's like every nerve from my knees to my brain are firing. He is above me propped up on his arms and he just says "Wow, I think you like me". I said "No, I love and lust you".
Ken continues pumping me. I'm feeling pure 100% woman and getting brave. "Ken, I want all of your cock inside me, balls deep, everything". When I had that first vaginal, he was maybe a little better than halfway in. Ken pushed hard, I grunted a lot, as did he. I had a fistful of climaxes in the process. Proof of complete penetration came when I grabbed my feet and pulled my legs up and aside at some absurd angle. Ken announced "Woman, you have all of me". This was like my proudest moment. Discomfort? Yes. Satisfaction? Complete and Total.
Having achieved this personal best, Ken began to stroke, full strokes, withdrawing almost completely and plowing back with force till out pubic bones collided. I started to shake again with my second vaginal orgasm coming on fast. I simply said and I think loudly "Make me yours". Which really meant don't you even think of pulling out. With perfect timing as I'm at peak he holds his last thrust deep and literally roars as he is filling me with seed as deep as is possible. When I realized he was ejaculating I had some affect of intensifying my orgasm. It was like the orgasm started all over again from the beginning.
Our movements ceased. He held his cock as deeply planted as when he started to shoot and said "I'm still draining out". Which earned him a big smile from me.
Ken eventually withdrew with a semi erection. We kissed a lot more and we fell asleep with one leg over his hips and my left hand grasping his cock.
Friday was just an extension of Thursday night. We must have coupled a good half dozen times. Couches, countertops and bathroom were all used. I lost count. Not too much style variety, a little me on top and doggie but it always ended with heavy orgasms and a missionary finish. Which is fine by me as it is my favorite.
Never did we engage (at least him) in giving oral. Even after baths I was still had a semen drip and I can understand a man not being delighted in eating his own seed. I did once take him orally the best I could. Ken's cum is not offensive and while secretly hoping for a drenching that did not happen. The enormity of the first load was not to be repeated. The best I could do is keep my mouth over the top and take it as he shoots.
There is one problem with using the family retreat for a weekend. Privacy, or lack of privacy. Friday evening the lady Maddie whom I mentioned earlier comes walking in. Making lots of noise. Things being moved. She knew where we were, eventually the bedroom doors fling open with a loud "Aallllooo". Maddie is carrying two robes, tosses them on the bed and tells us to clean up as his parents are coming out for the weekend. Ken leaves to the bathroom. Maddie comes to me, kisses me on the forehead and said "I told you so, I could see it, beautiful c***dren." I stand in my nakedness and she is just looking me all over, inspecting. Maddie tells me Ken will never let me go. Kisses me again on the forehead and says "Welcome to the family and girl, know that having those babies will mess up that body". And she turns and leaves.
On the following Friday Ken presents me with a huge engagement ring. Which I answer by leaping in to him arms!
To my parents in Ohio..... get over it. Eventually you will. Ken is a better man than any of those guys back home.
Be happy for me Mom. Your little girl is having better sex than you ever did.
I really do hope you never read this.
To the brother, thanks. Glad you are with me. Also glad you and Ken get along.
Now for the things I am very happy about.
Wedding date is set for the Sunday before Christmas.
A Catholic priest, a traditional local priest and all done in a wonderful local village.
The day after the wedding I will renounce being a US citizen.
In August I went off the pill.
On the morning of 10/17/13 my pee turned the test stick to a delightful blue plus sign!
And if God and nature allow me to do this 10 more time, I will.
As for my best friend, she thought the sex story imbedded in here was very hot.
In late 2012 I was placed on a project developing a new field in West Africa.
I'd rather be in the field getting dirty, cut and bruised. For this deal I was the company rep to the country's foreign trade minister. I would get out to the site maybe once a week. In truth, my job was paperwork, financial transactions, hosting dinners, travel arrangements and entertainment.
Black culture in Africa is so different than what I am used to in America. In a sentence I equate them with the 17th century American settlers. And there is not a village or town where I would be uncomfortable or not welcome. They are colorblind.
This country will do fine as they are taking their Petro Dollars and plowing it into roads, schools, sanitation and hydro electric. They are essentially following FDR's model for post depression America. Thought it's a big place and it will take decades to reach the back country.
Which leads to socializing with the people you are spending all your days with.....
The entertaining part always involved the Trade Ministry with a mix of EU or US or UN or company officials. Nepotism runs rampant and the minister has about a dozen people from his extended family working for him. Opportunity comes from education and most of his family were educated in the UK. So they are well qualified. The nepotism comes in the form of only c***dren of the country's leadership were given the opportunity to school in the UK.
Which leads to Ken who is the son of the ministers sister. He serves as his uncles chief of staff. And he does a dandy job of protecting and advising his uncle. Ken is 30, very tall with thickly muscled chest, arms and thighs. He is as black as coal with a finely chiseled slender nose, a delightful English accent and his head shaven in the Michael Jordan style. Would I call him a pretty boy worthy of a GQ cover? No.
I first met him in the field early this year and was honestly impressed with the male specimen. We went over statistical projections and the cost of material and shared a canteen lunch. Shook hands, traded business cards and he said he would see me later. A month later I was surprised to be introduced to him as the ministers new chief of staff!
This was the beginning of many lunches together and after work drinks. And we talked about everything. After a while I was no longer seeing a black man, I was seeing a desirable fun smart guy. Before the month was done, ladies in the office were telling me to be feel special since he has such an eye for me.
Dinner engagements for the ministry continued, just about weekly. Ken was always present and would always be sure to get me accompanied home. Usually in a black car with a driver. During a ride home where he drove his car, he told me plainly that I needed an official boyfriend and he's the best and only man for the job! That evening, instead of a kiss on the cheek at my front door he came inside. Once the door closed I had my first real kiss in many months. I knew I was in trouble because of the heat blood rush I felt run through my core. And that was it for that first evening of being the "official girlfriend.". I wonder if he knew how horny and ready I was at that moment.
For the next couple weeks we walked arm in arm in public and traveled visiting members of his family. One of those ladies who told me about his eye for me turned out to be a much older second cousin Maddie who is now telling me how good we look together and how beautiful our c***dren would be. Quite a stretch I'd say at that time. Through all this it was never more than kissing though a little heavier. In this country kissing a woman in public in front of your family carries a big message.
On a Thursday night I became brazen and said:
"Hey boyfriend, why not spend the weekend in and treat me like a girl?".
Which elicited a response that his weekend started now.
We drove to my place, I packed a bag and we went to his family retreat about 2 hours outside of the city.
Wine, music (local with lots of drums) couch and heavy foreplay. From earlier kissing and hugging I could tell there was a large package pressing above my hip. tonight I was going to well acquainted.
I unbuttoned his shirt and loosened my top. While deeply kissing and kneading his pecs he slides my top off my shoulders. My milk white C cups and wide pink nipples were then freed and the man began to feast. The contrast awesome and I lifted my breasts to bury his face whilst he was massaging my pussy under the skirt with the flat of his palm. Our mouths are locked as he goes inside my undies and he breaks the kissing to ask "No hair?". Which was laser removed years before. I say "Stand".
I sit on the floor and remove his shoes. I sit on the couch and massage his crotch while undoing his belt. There is a serious hunk of man meat inside. I mean a lot.
I have him down to his boxers when I notice a pinkish cockhead protruding from the leg. Which my hand immediately goes to fondle. He then tells me "You stand".
I step out of my shoes, he removes the tangled mess of blouse and bra from my midsection, the skirt drops and he removes my undies. My hairless pussy is now being looked on as if it's the 9th wonder of the world. As I am equally amazed by his pink headed cock.
He leads me to a bedroom and starts laughing while he pushes me onto the mattress.
He goes between my legs, working my pussy with his fingers and his lips never more than inches away but he never went down on me. I said "OK, after a long day it's better after a bath. But I can do you."
I move between his legs and he is fully erect. This is the black stallion. His cockhead is literally the size of my fist. The length is like pictures I've only seen. And he is circumcised! I start at the base pressing him with my left hand to wrap his cock around my face while I work my tongue up the underside of the shaft to the head. I repeat a few times and I have him moaning. Getting to the top I find pre-cum oozing out of him and I find that it's impossible to get his cockhead last my lips. So I sloppily work my lips around it.
I'm enjoying this terribly when I wonder if I can take him. I've got two hands on his shaft and I could use two more to get complete coverage. I stop, slide up next to him, kiss him passionately and say "Take me now".
I'm on my back with legs spread wide, Ken starts rubbing his cockhead between my lips soaking his cock in my juices. He gets to the opening and presses while coming down to kiss me. Lustfully kissing while he presses was super, it just went on too long with no progress. I'm eagerly waiting for him to move inside me. "Press harder" I say. And he does and still no progress. "It's got to go, harder" I say. Ken pushes hard and with a fair amount of discomfort and a grimace the cockhead is inside. We get back to lustful kissing as he pumps and gets so ever slowly deeper. After not so long he says "It's a very big cock and I'm about to cum" and he pulls out to deposit an amazing high volume ejaculation all over my tummy. Ken gave up about 10 streams and even after that the semen just continues to ooze out of him.
He pulls over a sheet to wipe it up and he immediately goes right back to my pussy never losing his erection.
His second entry was much easier. Now he is stroking going deeper with each thrust. After a brief while I have the first vaginal orgasm of my life. This is not a climax. It's a climax times 100. I likely came close to passing out. It's like every nerve from my knees to my brain are firing. He is above me propped up on his arms and he just says "Wow, I think you like me". I said "No, I love and lust you".
Ken continues pumping me. I'm feeling pure 100% woman and getting brave. "Ken, I want all of your cock inside me, balls deep, everything". When I had that first vaginal, he was maybe a little better than halfway in. Ken pushed hard, I grunted a lot, as did he. I had a fistful of climaxes in the process. Proof of complete penetration came when I grabbed my feet and pulled my legs up and aside at some absurd angle. Ken announced "Woman, you have all of me". This was like my proudest moment. Discomfort? Yes. Satisfaction? Complete and Total.
Having achieved this personal best, Ken began to stroke, full strokes, withdrawing almost completely and plowing back with force till out pubic bones collided. I started to shake again with my second vaginal orgasm coming on fast. I simply said and I think loudly "Make me yours". Which really meant don't you even think of pulling out. With perfect timing as I'm at peak he holds his last thrust deep and literally roars as he is filling me with seed as deep as is possible. When I realized he was ejaculating I had some affect of intensifying my orgasm. It was like the orgasm started all over again from the beginning.
Our movements ceased. He held his cock as deeply planted as when he started to shoot and said "I'm still draining out". Which earned him a big smile from me.
Ken eventually withdrew with a semi erection. We kissed a lot more and we fell asleep with one leg over his hips and my left hand grasping his cock.
Friday was just an extension of Thursday night. We must have coupled a good half dozen times. Couches, countertops and bathroom were all used. I lost count. Not too much style variety, a little me on top and doggie but it always ended with heavy orgasms and a missionary finish. Which is fine by me as it is my favorite.
Never did we engage (at least him) in giving oral. Even after baths I was still had a semen drip and I can understand a man not being delighted in eating his own seed. I did once take him orally the best I could. Ken's cum is not offensive and while secretly hoping for a drenching that did not happen. The enormity of the first load was not to be repeated. The best I could do is keep my mouth over the top and take it as he shoots.
There is one problem with using the family retreat for a weekend. Privacy, or lack of privacy. Friday evening the lady Maddie whom I mentioned earlier comes walking in. Making lots of noise. Things being moved. She knew where we were, eventually the bedroom doors fling open with a loud "Aallllooo". Maddie is carrying two robes, tosses them on the bed and tells us to clean up as his parents are coming out for the weekend. Ken leaves to the bathroom. Maddie comes to me, kisses me on the forehead and said "I told you so, I could see it, beautiful c***dren." I stand in my nakedness and she is just looking me all over, inspecting. Maddie tells me Ken will never let me go. Kisses me again on the forehead and says "Welcome to the family and girl, know that having those babies will mess up that body". And she turns and leaves.
On the following Friday Ken presents me with a huge engagement ring. Which I answer by leaping in to him arms!
To my parents in Ohio..... get over it. Eventually you will. Ken is a better man than any of those guys back home.
Be happy for me Mom. Your little girl is having better sex than you ever did.
I really do hope you never read this.
To the brother, thanks. Glad you are with me. Also glad you and Ken get along.
Now for the things I am very happy about.
Wedding date is set for the Sunday before Christmas.
A Catholic priest, a traditional local priest and all done in a wonderful local village.
The day after the wedding I will renounce being a US citizen.
In August I went off the pill.
On the morning of 10/17/13 my pee turned the test stick to a delightful blue plus sign!
And if God and nature allow me to do this 10 more time, I will.
As for my best friend, she thought the sex story imbedded in here was very hot.
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