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Tara Dates A Black Guy free porn video
[ For Robert and Tara (once again)! ]
When Tara and I began seeing each other (very soon after, in fact), she told me she had dated black guys, and that I was the first white guy she'd dated in a long time because of that. When I asked her why that was, she said, plainly, and with no attempt at lying: "I just like really BIG cocks; and in my experience, black guys typically have that." Maybe because I didn't reply to that right away, she assumed she had hurt my feelings, but that wasn't it. I decided to confess to her my overpowering 'addiction' to interracial porn, and especially to interracial cuckold porn, especially; and as I said that, Tara's face broke into a broad, happy smile!
"So," she asked, "does that mean you wouldn't mind if I sometimes dated a black guy? Even though we're seeing each other as well?"
"Not at all!" I replied. "No. In fact, if I'm going to be honest, I think that is extremely exciting."
"You wouldn't mind if I fucked another guy? Is that what your saying?" She asked.
"Yes," I replied. "That is exactly what I'm saying." As I said that, I felt sudden surge of sexual excitement run through me.
That was several months ago now, and I'm pretty sure Tara's 'dated' (i.e 'fucked') at least one other guy; and I'm very sure it was a black guy she fucked. I know this because I saw her being very friendly (very flirtatious, was more like it) with a black where she works!
I didn't think it was my place, or my business, to inquire, and so since she didn't really tell me, I wasn't going to ask...and that, interestingly enough, made me very, very sexually excited to think about her fucking him! I even masturbated on a number of evenings when she wasn't able to come over, and I had some truly intense orgasms as a result! Just the mental image of Tara with a huge black cock buried deep in her pussy (of which I'd only so far fingered once or twice, as well as enjoyed orally; though never through intercourse) was more than enough for me to explode a surprisingly large load of my sperm---making quite a mess each time!
But one day I decided I really wanted to know if she was occasionally fucking other guys; and Tara didn't hesitate to admit that she, indeed, had, and was!
"You said you didn't mind if I did," she replied. "Right? Or was that not true?"
"I don't mind!" I said. "Honestly. I was just curious. That's all."
"You'er sure?" She asked. "Because I'm not going to stop seeing other guys. You do understand that. I hope."
"Yes," I said. "I understand that...completely. No problem. I was just curious, is all. You don't mind telling me about these other guys, do you? I'd like to know a little about them."
She seemed a bit uncertain at first. But then she could sense my sincerity, and she told me a little bit about them. The underlying link, for her, was the size of their cocks; which were of considerably bigger size than mine would ever, ever hope to match.
"Do black guys fuck better than white guys?" I finally asked her.
"In MY experience---yes. Definitely. Maybe it's their size, but black guys (as I said, in my personal experience), do fuck a lot better than white guys; and, it that hurts your feelings, I'm sorry...but, you did ask!"
"Yes I did," I replied. "You didn't hurt my feelings, though. I've always known I have a small...penis (it's not really a 'cock'), so your opinion of black guys versus white guys doesn't insult me in the least. In fact," I said, and paused before completing the sentence, "I believe that black guys are much superior, sexually, to nearly all white guys, and certainly more superior, sexually, to ME!" I gave a chuckle, and Tara followed suit.
"But I do really like you, Robert," Tara hurried to add. "I really do. Your very sweet. Intelligent. Kind. And that counts for a lot, I think!" She kissed me. The feel of her lips on mine, and her special aroma, that was uniquely Tara, enveloped me and excited me.
After our mouths parted, I looked into her brown eyes and said, and with utter sincerity: "You can see whoever you want. I'm fine with that. Really. In fact, knowing you see other guys is extremely exciting to me. I can't explain it, but just the thought of you seeing someone else, some black guy, say, is such an exhilarating, and sexually exciting thought to me."
She smiled.
I was still wearing the chastity cage she'd asked me to wear for a while. I'd actually grown quite used to wearing it. In fact, sometimes, I almost forgot I was wearing it until I'd go to take a shower! It seemed a perfectly suitable devise to wear! And if Tara wanted me wearing it, then that was that. I'd willingly wear it, and for as long as she wanted me to! I was prepared to wear for months if she said to; and she knew that. The chastity device had become, in a way, a symbol, something like a wedding ring was a symbol, of my commitment to her, and of her dominance over me; and I liked that very much.
"I think it's time for you to remove your cage," Tara suddenly said.
"Really?"
"Yes, of course. You've never once pestered me about wearing it, or asking me if you could come. I appreciate that. In fact, I'm surprised that you haven't been asking me about that! Your commitment is wonderful. So, because of that, I want you to have a much earned orgasm."
With that said, she took out the key to the small padlock that secured the device, and once it was removed, and the cage dismantled into it's few parts, my penis sprang to attention almost immediately! Tara seemed pleased with that response.
"You may now masturbate," she said, making no offer to do so for me herself, but I partly understood that; and so I began stroking my penis without further hesitation. Tara leaned back against the head board of my bed, and quitely watched me jerk off.
It didn't take me more than a few moments before I was ready to ejaculate a weeks worth of pent up sperm; and, as I did come, I was pleasantly surprised at the amount that I produced---and the pleasure of the release was something much deeper and more intense than nearly any prior orgasm I'd had prior to chastity observance!
As the moment arrived to ejaculate, I groaned rather loudly as my sperm began to spurt forth in a series of surprisingly powerful jets, all across the sheets---and I did, I could see Tara grinning, apparently happy with me, and that, more than anything else filled me with a special level of pleasure, knowing that I'd made her grin like that because of my voluntary chastity!
"You made a hell of a mess," Tara said, smiling.
"Yes," I said, looking down at it, "I did, didn't I?"
"Someone's going to have to clean that up!" Tara said, still grinning (or, rather, smirking).
"I will," I said.
"It's not going to be me. That's for sure!" She was still smiling/smirking, and I knew she was teasing me, mocking me, but not maliciously.
"Shall I...lick it up?" I inquired.
"That's a great idea," she said. "Yes. Do that. Lick it up. ALL of it."
She watched as I did exactly that, or as much as I could.
She picked up the pieces of the chastity cage, and I was expecting to have to wear it again, but instead, she put the pieces, and the lock with the set of keys, into her purse.
"I'm not going to make you wear these for a while," she said. "I'm going to further reward you for your obedience to me!"
I would have put it back on, without a qualm, but I was glad that she wasn't going to insist; at least not for a while, apparently.
"Thank you," I replied.
"Your welcome! Your free to masturbate, for a while, until I have you wear this" (meaning the chastity cage) "again," she said. "But for now you don't have to wear it. But you will later on! I have an idea for you for later on."
"What's that?"
Grinning, she said: "You'll find out. Eventually!"
The End
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