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True story.
The only black guy I was ever with was in 1979. My first husband
and I tried swinging (his idea) and at a pool party, there was this
very distinguished older black man, grey, almost white hair, with
the largest cock I have ever seen, before or since. I was 19, and
on the skinny side, but with wide hips and a prominent butt. This
was at a time when these attributes weren't openly sought after,
and interracial sex was still a taboo.
He was getting a lot of attention at the party (for obvious
reasons) but he kept wanting to chat it up with me, which made
my hubby very uncomfortable. I was shy, and had always been
self-conscious of my big butt, so I was the only one not
undressing, but this man kept walking up to me, naked, that big
cock mesmerizing me. He was confident, much older than I ever
imagined I could be attracted to, but here was this man who kept
telling me how fine I was, and that we should play. I was starting
to respond to his advances, getting a little flirtatious. My husband
wasn't small (8") but this guy was 8" soft. I couldn't help but
imagine how big it would get, but I was also very scared of it.
This whole scene turned me on like I had never been before, but
the tension between my husband and I was too much and we left.
It all started downhill with us after that party. Many trust and
confidence issues arose between us. We soon divorced, and I
couldn't help but wonder about that sexy older black man. I was
masturbating a lot, and quite lonely, but when I would cum the
hardest, was when I would imagine that older black man with me
in my bed.
I mention all of this, because I ran into this same guy almost a
year to the date of that pool party. I had gained some weight, and
was really quite miserable. Everywhere around me, magazines,
TV, movies, was telling me the only sexy women were tiny
waifish girls with no butt that wore leg warmers and trimmed their
bushes into tiny patches. None of that was me. I was, and
remain, a natural hippie girl at heart.
So there I was at a local restaurant, sharing the table with catty
coworkers. I had just sat down after going to the bathroom, and
the table full of women looked horrified. I turned around, and
there this man was. He had noticed me, and remembered me
from the party, but he was so classy, he didn't say anything other
than "I believe you dropped this when you walked by." He then
handed me a folded $20 dollar bill, smiled, and walked away.
I can't tell you the rollercoaster of emotions I went through in the
10 seconds it took for that to happen. I was seven shades of red,
and the talk commenced immediately at the table. Most thought it
was quite nice he returned the money, a couple others voiced
more hurtful comments. Once I calmed down from the instant fear
of being "outed" to the group as a swinger, I realized I had
slipped the bill into my pocket, but I was sure there was writing
on it. I let them think how scared I was to cover-up my blushing,
and they were stupid women, so they bought it. They didn't even
wonder if it was my $20.
That was the longest lunch I ever had to sit through. The image of
the older black man with a giant cock filled my mind.
I barely got into my car when I pulled the crumpled bill out to
look. On the edge, he wrote, "Please call me." and his number
followed. I couldn't believe it. I was still in shock.
I'll make this short. It took me almost a week before I worked-up
the courage to call. During that week, I fantasized so many
scenarios. I finally called, and no answer. I ended-up calling at
least ten other times, each time, my courage was stronger, until
by the tenth call, I was getting angry. There wasn't call-waiting, or
message machines everywhere, so by the time he finally
answered, I had almost given up.
I thought he had told me his name was Rodney, so I asked if this
was him. His deep voice came over the phone. "This is Darren."
I was instantly shy, and had no idea what to do, so there was a
very awkward silence. Had I been dialing the wrong number? He
finally spoke again. "Is this the sexy girl from the pool party? Is
this Beth?"
I immediately said yes! I didn't even hesitate. No one called me
sexy, but the way he said it made me melt.
He laughed, and we ended-up having a nice, normal
conversation. He wanted to know if I was married, how I had
been, that he hoped he hadn't caused any eyebrows to raise at
the restaurant. I filled him in on everything that had happened to
me, and was still too shy to even mention the sexual energy I
was feeling.
He responded to the divorce simply by saying. "Is he crazy?"
That made me feel so good.
I was already wet when he got right to it. "I am very glad you
called. I would love to see you some time."
I was shy again, kicking myself at how silly I was being. There
followed another long silence. He added, "Don't worry, we can
keep it a secret. If you feel like coming over and talking some
more, I would love that." The way he said it, it was obvious it was
an invitation to have sex. I was still quiet, almost afraid. I thought
about everything in the span of a few seconds. I imagined how
big he was when he got hard. I imagined if it would hurt. I
imagined the gossip that would occur if someone found out.
"I want you to know you are the sexiest thing I've ever seen." he
said during the silence.
"How big are you?" I blurted out in a shaky voice.
"Why don't you come over and see." was his simple reply.
Another long silence, but my nipples could cut glass and my
pussy was drooling. I was so turned on by this phone
conversation.
"I won't do anything you don't want." he said in a way that led me
to believe he was done romancing me.
"Okay." I replied. He gave me his address, and I knew roughly
where he lived. It was a nice area, so it soothed my panic, and
we ended the phone call setting a time.
**I want you to know, as I write this, I am dripping all over the
chair having this memory**
I'll skip all the stupid stuff involved. I couldn't find his place, and I
didn't have a map. I ended up calling him from my apartment and
apologizing. After making sure it's something I wanted to do, he
set another date for the next day off we both shared.
I asked him again before we hung up our phones, "how big are
you?"
He just chuckled and said "It's big baby."
The next three days were agony. I waffled back and forth. Should
I drop it, should I go. In between these stressful thoughts, I
masturbated at night.
He called me a few hours before we were to meet, and said "If
it's easier, I'll meet you at the Shell station, and you can follow
me to my place so you don't get lost." He made sure I knew how
to get there and hung up.
I was so scared, but excited. I put on some cut-off shorts and a
wore a tube top. I wanted to make sure he knew I meant business
this time. The sun had set, and I felt like this was the biggest
adventure I had ever embarked on. (no pun intended, honestly)
I got to the gas station and there he was, leaning against a
Corvette. He was wearing those shiny track suits that was the
fashion. I thought he must be rich! (It was the late seventies, and I
was a rather silly, simple girl) He waved at me, and without even
talking, he got in his car and pulled away, not giving me the
chance to back out. I followed.
We pulled into his driveway, and he motioned for me to stay in
the car. He was so confident, and the house was rather nice in
my mind, so I obediently did as he told me. He lifted the garage
door and motioned me in. I pulled all the way into the garage,
setting in stone that this was going to happen. My heart was
going a mile-a-minute. I shut the car off and he closed the garage
door. We were now away from prying eyes, and I started to
tremble. It didn't help that it was pitch black in the garage.
"It's okay baby, you can come out." his deep voice came for me.
I opened the car door, the light inside clicked on, and there he
stood. He helped me out of the car, and closed it behind me.
There I was, in a dark garage, with a black man old enough to be
my father, if not my grandfather. My thoughts swirled, and I
almost lost my balance. His strong hands held me, and he pulled
me close.
"It's okay Beth. No one saw you. Nothing to be afraid of baby girl.
No one will ever know you came here to see how big my cock is."
he chuckled. He was trying to be funny, and relieve some of the
stress I was feeling. It didn't work. I had no words. I was scared
to death.
Feeling me tremble, he let go of me and in an instant, the door to
the garage opened, and he stepped up into his house. The light
from the kitchen coming through the door relaxed me a little, and
his demeanor left me puzzled. He left me there without another
word. I thought for a brief moment that I was stuck. I heard his
voice from inside the house.
"Come on in when your ready."
I still couldn't move, but I wanted to at least look into the house. I
had no idea what I would see. I stood there for a few moments,
and was about to walk in when he said the most erotic thing I had
hear to that point.
"If you want, I'll open the garage door and make sure you get
home safe, otherwise, I'm going to put on my robe and meet you
inside." His voice trailed off.
I couldn't stand it. I wanted to see this man in a robe. For some
reason, the thought of this perverted old black man in a robe
wanting to fuck me turned me on like a light switch. I am rather
sure he knew this.
I walked into a very clean house which put me at ease, and the
nice furnishings didn't hurt. This guy did have money. I was
comforted by the fact that I wouldn't be harmed by a classy guy
like this. My heart was beating out of my chest though.
There was one light on in the living room, so I was drawn to it like
a sexual moth. My pussy began to throb thinking about how nasty
this whole scene was, and I loved it. I was in a strange man's
house, waiting for him to come out in a robe. I didn't sit, I just
stood there in the middle of the room, nervous, but incredibly
excited thinking about the events that got me to this place.
Only then did I even notice he was playing some music. I think it
was the Commodores, but really, who knows, or cares. I started
swaying a little to the music when he appeared from the hallway,
straight passed the living room and into the kitchen. I stared as
he passed. I was hoping to see his cock, but I just saw a tall guy
in a robe.
"You want something to drink?" he asked.
"I'm okay." I quietly answered.
I heard some noise from the kitchen. Glasses, ice, silence, and
then there he was. Standing there, a grown black man with
nothing but a robe between us. It was tied, and as much as I
wished it, it didn't fall open revealing his giant cock. He had two
glasses, and a grin.
"God damn girl, you're going to give me a heart attack!" he
laughed.
I remembered what I had worn. I felt stupid. I was in short cut-offs
and a tube top, looking every inch a slut. I got embarrassed and
giggled uneasily. Was he serious? He walked to the coffee table
and set the drinks down.
"You are one fine looking woman Beth." he said quite seriously.
I relaxed, I gave it all up. I was here to see this man's cock, and I
wasn't going to run out until I saw it.
"Turn around baby. Let me see what you got me for my birthday."
he said.
"It's your birthday?" I asked, every inch a slut, and every inch of
that slut chock full of naiveté.
"It is now." he laughed. He was trying to put me at ease, and it
was working. His humor was lost on me, but I welcomed his
attempts. I also welcomed his hungry gaze. I felt so desired at
that point.
He flipped open a box on the table and pulled a joint out. I never
wanted a buzz more than that moment.
"I hope it's okay. Do you partake?" I just nodded like the stupid
little girl I was.
He laughed and added, "cool."
He lit it up and said "I'm serious baby, turn around. I want to
check you out."
He was so mature, so sure of himself, so into me. I was in
heaven. I started becoming the horny girl I always was. I turned
around for this confident man.
"Keep turning." he huffed in between drags of the joint.
I knew if I wanted some, I would have to get closer, so I moved a
little closer as I turned.
"Fucking sexy baby." he growled. I melted. I felt so sexy just from
his words alone, but my pussy was swollen from imagining him
showing that big black dick to me. It was all so nasty, and
unforgettable.
He handed the joint to me and said "My turn."
I tried to be cool, but I couldn't help it. I just stared.
He reached for the loose knot on his robe, and unceremoniously
opened it. It was thick, and starting to grow. The hood on his
cock came to a shriveled point, hiding the head from me. It
reminded me I was with an old man. It was already bigger than I
remembered it when I saw him at the party. I expected it to be
rock hard and gigantic, but it just sort of hung there. Bigger than
my ex, and with much more growing to go. My knees started to
get weak. This guy was huge. It started getting hard as I stared.
"That's it baby. Look at this big 'ole snake I have for you." he
said.
I sucked the end of the joint so hard sparks seemed to fly from it.
He laughed so loud it startled me, but all I could do is stare as his
big dick jiggled and flopped from his laughter.
"You're a crazy girl, aren't you Beth?" he was toying with me now.
My personality came out in full bloom at that moment. "I'm
serious Darren, how big are you?" I asked as I pointed a finger at
the scary looking thing that hung in front of me.
"You'll see." he teased. He reached for the joint and while he
smoked, he gestured that I should turn around again. I obediently
did as he asked, but this time, so turned-on, I started dancing a
little, moving to the music. I wanted to get him hard, and too
afraid to actually approach him to touch it, I decided I would
tease him to make it get hard.
"Oh hell yes baby girl. I'm going to sit and watch you dance for
me. I'm telling you, you're the finest girl I've ever seen." he
offered.
At that point, it didn't matter to me if this was his way of getting
girls, if he was doing his moves on me. The flattery, the big dick,
the confidence, the older man angle. It was working and I didn't
mind being seduced. I welcomed it with open slutty arms. It didn't
matter to me. I felt like I was the sexiest girl on Earth. I had
turned all the way around again, grooving to the music, and when
I looked again, he had sat on the couch, his robe open, and his
semi-hard cock on display, hanging over the edge of the couch. It
was official. This man had a porn star cock. I could tell it wasn't
fully hard yet just by the way it lay there all thick and rubbery
looking. I was actually dripping at this point. I could feel the loose
threads of my cut-offs being soaked and cold as the touched my
inner thigh. I was secretly planning my exit strategy. I was
thinking how I would get him rock hard, touch it a little, and bolt
out the door. It was approaching painful territory in my mind. He
was so thick. SO THICK. And it had room to grow more. He just
sat there with it hanging off the edge of the couch, knowing full
well his impressive size. Proud of it. I could sense that there was
many women that got this treatment, and again, I was okay with
it. Tonight, he could be all mine, and I was giving serious thought
as to how gentle he would be, because I was going to be all his.
"Lord yes baby. You are fine." he kept repeating. He kept making
noises like he was eating something really good. "Mmmm mmm.
Yes, yes."
"What made you want to come see an old man like me Beth.?" he
stared at me as I moved to the music, dancing for the big black
man.
I was delirious in my erotic thoughts of being desired so much.
"You know why I'm here Darren." I replied.
"You come here to see some big black daddy cock?" he said,
this time I turned and he was starting to rub the top of his dick like
he was petting a cat. Not stroking it, just letting it lay there,
petting it, it was bigger, the veins becoming visible as the
wrinkles filled out.
I had never heard a man talk like this. I had never heard a man
refer to himself as daddy. I had never heard a man talk about his
cock like this man did. It was all so new, so shocking. So fucking
sexy. People say daddy all the time now, but trust me, I was sort
of reeling from the mention of it, but at the same time, the nasty
words spoke to my inner being.
For the first time since I started dancing for him, I stopped turning
in circles. I just watched him pet that big cock as he talked to me.
I was really getting off on this perverted old man.
"That's my baby girl. Show it off for daddy. Take those clothes off
baby. Show it off to me." he said, this time his voice real low,
real nasty, real hot. Again at the mention of daddy, I sort of froze,
but at the same time, it was like an explosion in my pussy.
He sipped his drink as I took all of 10 seconds to pull my top off
and drop my shorts. My tits were out in the open and my
pantyless crotch was in full view. I had a rather thick bush, and
unshaven armpits.
"Damn girl, you move fast. No time to enjoy." he said but he got
real quiet for the first time. No mmm mmm's or yes yes.
He seemed to home in on my bush quickly so I asked, "do you
like it hairy?" Hoping it was okay. I just stood there, ready to hear
the typical response to an unshaven woman during that period of
time.
"Hell yes baby. that's a beautiful pussy you got." he said. It was
the first time I heard him sound like what I thought was a typical
black man. He was classy, obviously had a good job, and
sounded much like any man I had ever met.
It was so nice to hear him say he likes hair. I didn't waste any
time, and lifted my arms up, showing him I didn't shave there
either. For the first time, I saw the lust in his eyes. Real lust. Not
some come-on line, but the admiration of an aroused man.
"I got a peek when you got out of your car, and I was hoping you
were hairy everywhere." he sounded like the nervous shy one
now.
I giggled and he started the rest of the night at that moment.
"Get that fine ass over here right now." he said as he patted the
cushion next to him.
I almost stumbled in my eagerness to get close to him. I was lost
in my own arousal. I sat down and scooted right up against him.
Our naked flesh touching for the first time. Sexually touching my
first black man. He was so warm. He pulled his arms out of the
robe and curled one around me as he drew me in for a kiss. I was
putty in his hands. Our mouths met and and I opened to find his
wild tongue darting inside of me. I almost came right there. This
grey haired horse hung man had me in his web.
He groped my tits roughly in contrast to his sensual kissing. I
couldn't get enough. I wanted to crawl inside the man. He then
did the hottest thing to that point. Never breaking our kiss, he
tongued me wildly as he guided my hand to his cock.
I was stunned. It was still a little rubbery, soft to the touch. This
man wasn't hard yet. I broke our kiss off and looked down. Dying
to get my first up-close look at a black dick.
"Jesus Darren." is all I could manage.
**Sorry, but it's getting late, and this story just keeps making me so hot remembering all of these details. I know it's a terrible place to stop, but I want to cum, and I'm going to bed to enjoy this. Look for Part 2 sooner than later. Trust me, it'll get to the hardcore as I didn't leave his house that night**
The only black guy I was ever with was in 1979. My first husband
and I tried swinging (his idea) and at a pool party, there was this
very distinguished older black man, grey, almost white hair, with
the largest cock I have ever seen, before or since. I was 19, and
on the skinny side, but with wide hips and a prominent butt. This
was at a time when these attributes weren't openly sought after,
and interracial sex was still a taboo.
He was getting a lot of attention at the party (for obvious
reasons) but he kept wanting to chat it up with me, which made
my hubby very uncomfortable. I was shy, and had always been
self-conscious of my big butt, so I was the only one not
undressing, but this man kept walking up to me, naked, that big
cock mesmerizing me. He was confident, much older than I ever
imagined I could be attracted to, but here was this man who kept
telling me how fine I was, and that we should play. I was starting
to respond to his advances, getting a little flirtatious. My husband
wasn't small (8") but this guy was 8" soft. I couldn't help but
imagine how big it would get, but I was also very scared of it.
This whole scene turned me on like I had never been before, but
the tension between my husband and I was too much and we left.
It all started downhill with us after that party. Many trust and
confidence issues arose between us. We soon divorced, and I
couldn't help but wonder about that sexy older black man. I was
masturbating a lot, and quite lonely, but when I would cum the
hardest, was when I would imagine that older black man with me
in my bed.
I mention all of this, because I ran into this same guy almost a
year to the date of that pool party. I had gained some weight, and
was really quite miserable. Everywhere around me, magazines,
TV, movies, was telling me the only sexy women were tiny
waifish girls with no butt that wore leg warmers and trimmed their
bushes into tiny patches. None of that was me. I was, and
remain, a natural hippie girl at heart.
So there I was at a local restaurant, sharing the table with catty
coworkers. I had just sat down after going to the bathroom, and
the table full of women looked horrified. I turned around, and
there this man was. He had noticed me, and remembered me
from the party, but he was so classy, he didn't say anything other
than "I believe you dropped this when you walked by." He then
handed me a folded $20 dollar bill, smiled, and walked away.
I can't tell you the rollercoaster of emotions I went through in the
10 seconds it took for that to happen. I was seven shades of red,
and the talk commenced immediately at the table. Most thought it
was quite nice he returned the money, a couple others voiced
more hurtful comments. Once I calmed down from the instant fear
of being "outed" to the group as a swinger, I realized I had
slipped the bill into my pocket, but I was sure there was writing
on it. I let them think how scared I was to cover-up my blushing,
and they were stupid women, so they bought it. They didn't even
wonder if it was my $20.
That was the longest lunch I ever had to sit through. The image of
the older black man with a giant cock filled my mind.
I barely got into my car when I pulled the crumpled bill out to
look. On the edge, he wrote, "Please call me." and his number
followed. I couldn't believe it. I was still in shock.
I'll make this short. It took me almost a week before I worked-up
the courage to call. During that week, I fantasized so many
scenarios. I finally called, and no answer. I ended-up calling at
least ten other times, each time, my courage was stronger, until
by the tenth call, I was getting angry. There wasn't call-waiting, or
message machines everywhere, so by the time he finally
answered, I had almost given up.
I thought he had told me his name was Rodney, so I asked if this
was him. His deep voice came over the phone. "This is Darren."
I was instantly shy, and had no idea what to do, so there was a
very awkward silence. Had I been dialing the wrong number? He
finally spoke again. "Is this the sexy girl from the pool party? Is
this Beth?"
I immediately said yes! I didn't even hesitate. No one called me
sexy, but the way he said it made me melt.
He laughed, and we ended-up having a nice, normal
conversation. He wanted to know if I was married, how I had
been, that he hoped he hadn't caused any eyebrows to raise at
the restaurant. I filled him in on everything that had happened to
me, and was still too shy to even mention the sexual energy I
was feeling.
He responded to the divorce simply by saying. "Is he crazy?"
That made me feel so good.
I was already wet when he got right to it. "I am very glad you
called. I would love to see you some time."
I was shy again, kicking myself at how silly I was being. There
followed another long silence. He added, "Don't worry, we can
keep it a secret. If you feel like coming over and talking some
more, I would love that." The way he said it, it was obvious it was
an invitation to have sex. I was still quiet, almost afraid. I thought
about everything in the span of a few seconds. I imagined how
big he was when he got hard. I imagined if it would hurt. I
imagined the gossip that would occur if someone found out.
"I want you to know you are the sexiest thing I've ever seen." he
said during the silence.
"How big are you?" I blurted out in a shaky voice.
"Why don't you come over and see." was his simple reply.
Another long silence, but my nipples could cut glass and my
pussy was drooling. I was so turned on by this phone
conversation.
"I won't do anything you don't want." he said in a way that led me
to believe he was done romancing me.
"Okay." I replied. He gave me his address, and I knew roughly
where he lived. It was a nice area, so it soothed my panic, and
we ended the phone call setting a time.
**I want you to know, as I write this, I am dripping all over the
chair having this memory**
I'll skip all the stupid stuff involved. I couldn't find his place, and I
didn't have a map. I ended up calling him from my apartment and
apologizing. After making sure it's something I wanted to do, he
set another date for the next day off we both shared.
I asked him again before we hung up our phones, "how big are
you?"
He just chuckled and said "It's big baby."
The next three days were agony. I waffled back and forth. Should
I drop it, should I go. In between these stressful thoughts, I
masturbated at night.
He called me a few hours before we were to meet, and said "If
it's easier, I'll meet you at the Shell station, and you can follow
me to my place so you don't get lost." He made sure I knew how
to get there and hung up.
I was so scared, but excited. I put on some cut-off shorts and a
wore a tube top. I wanted to make sure he knew I meant business
this time. The sun had set, and I felt like this was the biggest
adventure I had ever embarked on. (no pun intended, honestly)
I got to the gas station and there he was, leaning against a
Corvette. He was wearing those shiny track suits that was the
fashion. I thought he must be rich! (It was the late seventies, and I
was a rather silly, simple girl) He waved at me, and without even
talking, he got in his car and pulled away, not giving me the
chance to back out. I followed.
We pulled into his driveway, and he motioned for me to stay in
the car. He was so confident, and the house was rather nice in
my mind, so I obediently did as he told me. He lifted the garage
door and motioned me in. I pulled all the way into the garage,
setting in stone that this was going to happen. My heart was
going a mile-a-minute. I shut the car off and he closed the garage
door. We were now away from prying eyes, and I started to
tremble. It didn't help that it was pitch black in the garage.
"It's okay baby, you can come out." his deep voice came for me.
I opened the car door, the light inside clicked on, and there he
stood. He helped me out of the car, and closed it behind me.
There I was, in a dark garage, with a black man old enough to be
my father, if not my grandfather. My thoughts swirled, and I
almost lost my balance. His strong hands held me, and he pulled
me close.
"It's okay Beth. No one saw you. Nothing to be afraid of baby girl.
No one will ever know you came here to see how big my cock is."
he chuckled. He was trying to be funny, and relieve some of the
stress I was feeling. It didn't work. I had no words. I was scared
to death.
Feeling me tremble, he let go of me and in an instant, the door to
the garage opened, and he stepped up into his house. The light
from the kitchen coming through the door relaxed me a little, and
his demeanor left me puzzled. He left me there without another
word. I thought for a brief moment that I was stuck. I heard his
voice from inside the house.
"Come on in when your ready."
I still couldn't move, but I wanted to at least look into the house. I
had no idea what I would see. I stood there for a few moments,
and was about to walk in when he said the most erotic thing I had
hear to that point.
"If you want, I'll open the garage door and make sure you get
home safe, otherwise, I'm going to put on my robe and meet you
inside." His voice trailed off.
I couldn't stand it. I wanted to see this man in a robe. For some
reason, the thought of this perverted old black man in a robe
wanting to fuck me turned me on like a light switch. I am rather
sure he knew this.
I walked into a very clean house which put me at ease, and the
nice furnishings didn't hurt. This guy did have money. I was
comforted by the fact that I wouldn't be harmed by a classy guy
like this. My heart was beating out of my chest though.
There was one light on in the living room, so I was drawn to it like
a sexual moth. My pussy began to throb thinking about how nasty
this whole scene was, and I loved it. I was in a strange man's
house, waiting for him to come out in a robe. I didn't sit, I just
stood there in the middle of the room, nervous, but incredibly
excited thinking about the events that got me to this place.
Only then did I even notice he was playing some music. I think it
was the Commodores, but really, who knows, or cares. I started
swaying a little to the music when he appeared from the hallway,
straight passed the living room and into the kitchen. I stared as
he passed. I was hoping to see his cock, but I just saw a tall guy
in a robe.
"You want something to drink?" he asked.
"I'm okay." I quietly answered.
I heard some noise from the kitchen. Glasses, ice, silence, and
then there he was. Standing there, a grown black man with
nothing but a robe between us. It was tied, and as much as I
wished it, it didn't fall open revealing his giant cock. He had two
glasses, and a grin.
"God damn girl, you're going to give me a heart attack!" he
laughed.
I remembered what I had worn. I felt stupid. I was in short cut-offs
and a tube top, looking every inch a slut. I got embarrassed and
giggled uneasily. Was he serious? He walked to the coffee table
and set the drinks down.
"You are one fine looking woman Beth." he said quite seriously.
I relaxed, I gave it all up. I was here to see this man's cock, and I
wasn't going to run out until I saw it.
"Turn around baby. Let me see what you got me for my birthday."
he said.
"It's your birthday?" I asked, every inch a slut, and every inch of
that slut chock full of naiveté.
"It is now." he laughed. He was trying to put me at ease, and it
was working. His humor was lost on me, but I welcomed his
attempts. I also welcomed his hungry gaze. I felt so desired at
that point.
He flipped open a box on the table and pulled a joint out. I never
wanted a buzz more than that moment.
"I hope it's okay. Do you partake?" I just nodded like the stupid
little girl I was.
He laughed and added, "cool."
He lit it up and said "I'm serious baby, turn around. I want to
check you out."
He was so mature, so sure of himself, so into me. I was in
heaven. I started becoming the horny girl I always was. I turned
around for this confident man.
"Keep turning." he huffed in between drags of the joint.
I knew if I wanted some, I would have to get closer, so I moved a
little closer as I turned.
"Fucking sexy baby." he growled. I melted. I felt so sexy just from
his words alone, but my pussy was swollen from imagining him
showing that big black dick to me. It was all so nasty, and
unforgettable.
He handed the joint to me and said "My turn."
I tried to be cool, but I couldn't help it. I just stared.
He reached for the loose knot on his robe, and unceremoniously
opened it. It was thick, and starting to grow. The hood on his
cock came to a shriveled point, hiding the head from me. It
reminded me I was with an old man. It was already bigger than I
remembered it when I saw him at the party. I expected it to be
rock hard and gigantic, but it just sort of hung there. Bigger than
my ex, and with much more growing to go. My knees started to
get weak. This guy was huge. It started getting hard as I stared.
"That's it baby. Look at this big 'ole snake I have for you." he
said.
I sucked the end of the joint so hard sparks seemed to fly from it.
He laughed so loud it startled me, but all I could do is stare as his
big dick jiggled and flopped from his laughter.
"You're a crazy girl, aren't you Beth?" he was toying with me now.
My personality came out in full bloom at that moment. "I'm
serious Darren, how big are you?" I asked as I pointed a finger at
the scary looking thing that hung in front of me.
"You'll see." he teased. He reached for the joint and while he
smoked, he gestured that I should turn around again. I obediently
did as he asked, but this time, so turned-on, I started dancing a
little, moving to the music. I wanted to get him hard, and too
afraid to actually approach him to touch it, I decided I would
tease him to make it get hard.
"Oh hell yes baby girl. I'm going to sit and watch you dance for
me. I'm telling you, you're the finest girl I've ever seen." he
offered.
At that point, it didn't matter to me if this was his way of getting
girls, if he was doing his moves on me. The flattery, the big dick,
the confidence, the older man angle. It was working and I didn't
mind being seduced. I welcomed it with open slutty arms. It didn't
matter to me. I felt like I was the sexiest girl on Earth. I had
turned all the way around again, grooving to the music, and when
I looked again, he had sat on the couch, his robe open, and his
semi-hard cock on display, hanging over the edge of the couch. It
was official. This man had a porn star cock. I could tell it wasn't
fully hard yet just by the way it lay there all thick and rubbery
looking. I was actually dripping at this point. I could feel the loose
threads of my cut-offs being soaked and cold as the touched my
inner thigh. I was secretly planning my exit strategy. I was
thinking how I would get him rock hard, touch it a little, and bolt
out the door. It was approaching painful territory in my mind. He
was so thick. SO THICK. And it had room to grow more. He just
sat there with it hanging off the edge of the couch, knowing full
well his impressive size. Proud of it. I could sense that there was
many women that got this treatment, and again, I was okay with
it. Tonight, he could be all mine, and I was giving serious thought
as to how gentle he would be, because I was going to be all his.
"Lord yes baby. You are fine." he kept repeating. He kept making
noises like he was eating something really good. "Mmmm mmm.
Yes, yes."
"What made you want to come see an old man like me Beth.?" he
stared at me as I moved to the music, dancing for the big black
man.
I was delirious in my erotic thoughts of being desired so much.
"You know why I'm here Darren." I replied.
"You come here to see some big black daddy cock?" he said,
this time I turned and he was starting to rub the top of his dick like
he was petting a cat. Not stroking it, just letting it lay there,
petting it, it was bigger, the veins becoming visible as the
wrinkles filled out.
I had never heard a man talk like this. I had never heard a man
refer to himself as daddy. I had never heard a man talk about his
cock like this man did. It was all so new, so shocking. So fucking
sexy. People say daddy all the time now, but trust me, I was sort
of reeling from the mention of it, but at the same time, the nasty
words spoke to my inner being.
For the first time since I started dancing for him, I stopped turning
in circles. I just watched him pet that big cock as he talked to me.
I was really getting off on this perverted old man.
"That's my baby girl. Show it off for daddy. Take those clothes off
baby. Show it off to me." he said, this time his voice real low,
real nasty, real hot. Again at the mention of daddy, I sort of froze,
but at the same time, it was like an explosion in my pussy.
He sipped his drink as I took all of 10 seconds to pull my top off
and drop my shorts. My tits were out in the open and my
pantyless crotch was in full view. I had a rather thick bush, and
unshaven armpits.
"Damn girl, you move fast. No time to enjoy." he said but he got
real quiet for the first time. No mmm mmm's or yes yes.
He seemed to home in on my bush quickly so I asked, "do you
like it hairy?" Hoping it was okay. I just stood there, ready to hear
the typical response to an unshaven woman during that period of
time.
"Hell yes baby. that's a beautiful pussy you got." he said. It was
the first time I heard him sound like what I thought was a typical
black man. He was classy, obviously had a good job, and
sounded much like any man I had ever met.
It was so nice to hear him say he likes hair. I didn't waste any
time, and lifted my arms up, showing him I didn't shave there
either. For the first time, I saw the lust in his eyes. Real lust. Not
some come-on line, but the admiration of an aroused man.
"I got a peek when you got out of your car, and I was hoping you
were hairy everywhere." he sounded like the nervous shy one
now.
I giggled and he started the rest of the night at that moment.
"Get that fine ass over here right now." he said as he patted the
cushion next to him.
I almost stumbled in my eagerness to get close to him. I was lost
in my own arousal. I sat down and scooted right up against him.
Our naked flesh touching for the first time. Sexually touching my
first black man. He was so warm. He pulled his arms out of the
robe and curled one around me as he drew me in for a kiss. I was
putty in his hands. Our mouths met and and I opened to find his
wild tongue darting inside of me. I almost came right there. This
grey haired horse hung man had me in his web.
He groped my tits roughly in contrast to his sensual kissing. I
couldn't get enough. I wanted to crawl inside the man. He then
did the hottest thing to that point. Never breaking our kiss, he
tongued me wildly as he guided my hand to his cock.
I was stunned. It was still a little rubbery, soft to the touch. This
man wasn't hard yet. I broke our kiss off and looked down. Dying
to get my first up-close look at a black dick.
"Jesus Darren." is all I could manage.
**Sorry, but it's getting late, and this story just keeps making me so hot remembering all of these details. I know it's a terrible place to stop, but I want to cum, and I'm going to bed to enjoy this. Look for Part 2 sooner than later. Trust me, it'll get to the hardcore as I didn't leave his house that night**
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