These 4 stories were written and posted in 2008 – 2010. They tell of my introduction to interracial sex and some of the naughty sex experiences I had while playing a little dare game with another chatter in the old Dark Cavern chat room. These stories having been archived in the Darkwanderer story section. Many that had asked how I began couldn’t find them. I have re-edited it to fit today’s 2024 guidelines and also made it more factual, although there is some necessary writers’ privilege. I have also posted all 4 stories into 1 with 4 chapters.
As always, all persons participating are of legal age and names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
Chapter 1 - Looking for new things to try: Sometimes reality is stranger then fiction it seems we are always looking for new and different ways to have sex. I'm no different and having been neglected by my husband I took to the internet just to get something to arouse myself while I masturbate with my toys. At first it was just a little light porn, online pictures and video clips can be found most anywhere. Story sites also can be very arousing but after a while I was getting a little bored with the same old thing. I then stumbled onto an interracial porn site and the pictures and videos made my kitty do flip flops, until then I just touched the subject in a few stories. Actually seeing interracial sex and watching black cock violate a white woman’s holiest-of-holies made me hotter and hotter. It was taboo; a forbidden thing though more accepted in today's society however for me and my family just the thought of a black so much as touching me in any way sexual would be unthinkable and unheard of.
So here I was getting very excited over the very thing I should never do. My parents would roll over in their graves and if they were alive, disown me if they knew it even aroused me. My racist husband would go ballistic first and then make the divorce a virtual hell if he had the slightest idea.
I spent many afternoons on the net looking over more and more web sites that had interracial porn while my husband was at work and my daughters were at school. I know this sounds a little weird for a woman but then I had time on my hands and had not been getting much attention from my husband. We had been married many years and although he never really wanted kids we have three lovely teen daughters. After I got pregnant the third time my husband didn't want any more children so he had a vasectomy. Like my mother I wanted a lot of kids, unfortunately due to complications having me she could have no more so I was their only child and heir. My husband wanted none so I guess after my third little accident he caught on and got himself fixed since I would not.
For the previous six months we have hardly had sex at all. and at first I couldn't understand why, then the little tell tale hints started. Calling to tell me he was working late, sometimes I would get just a hint of some perfume other then my own. I had no solid proof but I suspected he was having another affair then one day while doing laundry I could smell the scent of another woman's sex in his underwear. It was then I was certain my husband was cheating on me again.
It wasn’t all him; part of it was me, in the spring I had lost both my parents, an accident involving the cab they were in. To get out of my depression of my loss, finding out my husband was cheating again and the financial real-estate crisis I threw myself into the family business which was now mine. With the help of alcohol,I finally did get out of my depression around the end of summer. We always had wine with dinner and I found in the evenings it did relieve some of my daily stress. I started drinking more while surfing the net in the evenings before bed.
Finding out for sure he was cheating again for the umpteenth time was when I started feeling I had enough neglect and our marriage was on the downward spiral. It was then my conscience would allow me to go a little further then just fantasy and masturbation. So here I was a still very attractive thirty seven year old wife and small business owner with a lot of free time and an itch that seems to need a lot of scratching. I eventually took a spare room and made an office so I could run my business from home but also so I could do my thing in privacy. Now working at home, to relieve stress I always had a glass of wine by my computer. I didn't drink much at first, just enough to take off the edge. On the internet I eventually came across some links to a few chat rooms that had interracial topics. Most of these were empty or had just a few chatters and gave little excitement.
One I found called Dark Cavern had a lot of chatters and soon I was having fun comparing notes with live people many of which I found were fakes or a bit sick but still a lot better then having an empty chat room. I did find a few men and women that seemed to be real or at least more realistic. As I sifted through the cuckolds a few were okay to chat with but most of these cuckolds I found to be very strange and sometimes annoying. As a woman I want my men to be men. I can understand some cuckolds if they want to share or can’t satisfy the needs of their wives. Gay men and women I have no problem with them doing their own thing together. However the last thing I would want is some wimpy gay guy hanging around trying to get his cum fix from my drippings.
In chat almost always the same openings, hi, how are you, ASL and description. At the time I was 37yo. 5ft. 8 in. 140lbs. light-auburn haired redhead, green eyes with fair alabaster skin 36C 27 37 and really am still quite attractive though after three kids and time I've had to work at it.
Being not all that worldly when it came to sex, I found some of the interracial sex these chatters told me about most exciting. Some of the places they go and the things they do are so wild and after a few months of more neglect I was thinking of trying something with black men but what? I knew it was wrong of me to even think of cheating especially with a black. After seeing and hearing about how large their cocks are and just how more exciting sex is with them, I was seriously thinking about it. I also felt that I was not getting any younger and that if I were going to do something I should while I was still young enough to still have my looks.
Major topics in these chats are bareback sex, breeding and pregnancy risk, I have to admit the creampie pictures and videos I found online were very erotic. Just the thought of black men's sperm being pumped into a white woman gives the impression that she just could possibly get knocked up with the forbidden black baby. Now I sure do not need any more kids at my age, my three teens are a handful as it is. I was thinking about getting birth control shots before I tried anything, pills my husband may find and with him being fixed the shit really would hit the fan. More and more the topic of pregnancy risk had come up when chatting with other women at least I think some of them are women and not all of them male fakers.
They say that the orgasms are much stronger with a little gamble and that being careful with a fertility chart there is little chance a woman would get knocked up. There is always that little thought in the back of your mind that with no protection there is that chance something could go wrong and this thought is what sets off the stronger orgasms. I decided if I did have sex with black men that for a while I would give unprotected sex a little try first before I got shots to see if it is as exciting as they say, I have since found this to be very true. I would however be sure I'm well out of my fertile zone and with someone I was pretty sure was clean.
My first encounter with black men came sooner then I thought, I had run into a friend Gina that I knew dated black men. We went to lunch and after over drinks and as we talked I brought up the subject of sex with black men and asked her all the usual questions. She was very informative and answered all my questions also telling me the myth they are all super hung is not exactly true that although black men on average are a little bigger then white men not all are those huge things you see in porn. Most are 6.5in. to 7in. Gina told me if you go shopping like she does for large cocked black men they can be found the same as with gifted white men.
A couple hours of conversation over a few drinks Gina asked if I really wanted to try it; being a little buzzed it sounded exciting so when I told her yes she invited me over for sex with one her black lovers. When we arrived at her home she told me if I had second thoughts to leave then, because once he started he will not stop and sex is expected. I had heard in chat that black men were very aggressive with white women and wondered how much was true. Hearing it from Gina I was now sure they were speaking the truth.
Inside she got us drinks and we talked about what may happen and what would be expected while waiting for her lover. I was excited as she told me that I was not to deny him any hole he desired and he would definitely do me bareback. It turned out he brought a friend to share her as he sometimes does, so she and I wound up having sex with them both.
Gina's lover and his friend were a little surprised to see me there but not disappointed that there was another married white slut for them to fuck. With not even an introduction both wasted no time in kissing and caressing us then telling not asking us to remove our clothes. We did as told and although not accustomed to their aggressiveness it aroused the hell out of me and my tunnel-of-love became instantly wet. They were not pleased that my pussy although neatly trimmed was not bare but did please them that the carpet and drapes matched. Gina quickly informed them that I was a black cock virgin and in the future it would be bare. They kissed and fondled us boldly, this type of handling was so new to me; these men were definitely in control.
The one with me gave special attention to my breasts, they have always been sensitive and soon I was very aroused. This man sure knew just which buttons on a woman to push and I was soon ordered to my knees. He had me remove his pants and underwear and although I had seen them on the computer nothing could compare to seeing that very dark brown uncut 8.5in. cock as it popped out in front of my face. He pulled off his T-shirt then tossed it with those clothes I took off; he looked down at me and said what the fuck are you waiting for. I looked over to Gina for some kind of advice only to see her head already bobbing with the other’s black dick sliding across her pink lips.
I figured I best not hesitate any longer and took the one in front of me in my mouth and like my friend proceeded to give him a blow job. Although I do it well I never liked performing oral sex much and did very little with my husband, just enough to get him ready, I did do some when young and dating just because some things were expected. The male taste of his cock was strong being uncut and if it had been white I would have been turned off by the thought of it not being squeaky clean. Just the thought of me, yes me having a nasty dirty black cock in my mouth had my hot-pocket steaming and my juices streaming down my thighs. Just a few months ago I never would have believed that I would ever touch a black man but there I was on my knees sucking ones dick. I was loving it and having orgasms while doing it as I worked my fingers on my vulva. He held my head by my hair as he fucked my mouth. I could feel the foreskin sliding in my mouth and the taste of him coating my tongue. This man lasted a lot longer then I thought and just as my jaw was beginning to ache, he then pumped faster then stopped and pulled back some, holding my head he just said very sternly as an order not a request; swallow as the first shot of his cum filled my mouth.
There is a first time for everything; I had never let a guy cum in my mouth before much less swallowed sperm not even my husband but here I was swallowing as this black man I just met unloaded his balls down my throat. I couldn't believe I actually did what to me is the most ultimate vulgar thing, sucking a black’s cock and swallowing his sperm; but I did and kept sucking on his dick till I could get no more out of him.
Turned on by his taste and marveling at the amount he deposited in my stomach another orgasm shook my body. He only softened a little and my continued sucking got him hard again, he picked me up easily, he was strong and tall; both men were over 6ft. and in their early twenties. Laying me over the arm of the sofa he took me, he never asked if I wanted him to wear a condom or if I wanted to go further he just parted my legs rubbed his cock over my soaking va-jay and slipped it inside.
I was so wet he went into me easily, looking back watching that dark brown cock going into my white pussy for the first time had me shaking thinking my god I'm really letting a black man fuck me. I felt cheap dirty and incredibly hot as that black-python pumped in and out of me bareback. He seemed to fuck me for ages lasting so much longer and pumping much harder then any white man I had ever been with. Indescribable was the heat between my legs as some very powerful orgasms raked through my body.
I was nearing an orgasm when feeling him speed up then stop he pushed in balls deep then unloaded another huge load of sperm into my body. This time deep inside my unprotected fetus-factory. All I did was scream OH MY GOD! A powerful orgasm exploded from somewhere deep within me. Although I was nowhere near my fertile time all I could think of at that moment was, Oh Shit what if something went wrong this stud will knock me up with a black baby. I knew that this thought just as I was told in the chat room is what made that orgasm so powerful
These two men took turns fucking me and Gina for the rest of the afternoon coating the inside of both our stomachs and cream-caverns with their black seed and giving us both many orgasms. Gina liked the younger black men they could cum many times and still keep going and these two sure didn't disappoint us.
It was after 6PM when they left and I was already late to get home, thank god my husband was out of town on a so called business trip. but I was not home to make dinner for my daughters. I gave my girls a call and told them that I was with a friend and I would be home soon so they could order some pizzas for dinner. After the call I cleaned up best I could, put in a tampon so I wouldn't make a mess in the car and got dressed. I had to go home without panties since one of the men took mine as a souvenir.
Driving home I reflected on the afternoon events, I was both exhausted and sexually satisfied like I never had been before. It was hard to believe that I would slut myself so easily to black men like that; I knew the booze we had did a lot to loosen me up, but it sure was very exciting and so different than any sex I’ve had in the past.
Then it dawned on me; unlike the white men that made love to me these studs just used me like a ***** and fucked the shit out of me. I then remembered that I never was introduced to them and did not even know their names. I started giggling damn here I just opened my mouth and legs and let two strange black men have the most intimate parts of me bare and leaving my sex full of their black seed. At this point in all of my life I have only had any kind of sex with seven men. Only three I have let inside me, bareback and for that matter put their sperm in me; they are my husband and now those two black men. That thought amused me and again aroused me but I had to calm down I was driving and too tired to get hot again.
When I got home the girls were eating the pizza and I was able to get into my room without being detected. A much needed douche and shower made me presentable again and after drying my hair I dressed in my lounging clothes then went and had some left over pizza. I was famished, didn't realize how hungry I really was, all that sex had worked up a real appetite so the pizza was just what I needed.
Later that night before I went to bed I very carefully shaved my hair-pie completely bare then put on skin cream. I went to bed feeling just a little guilty but not much being that my husband had cheated first and so many times. Maybe I should have confronted him with my findings beforehand but I did not and so for now we both have a coexistence with him not knowing what I have done or that I was again aware of his repeated infidelity.
Over the next several months not a lot happened aside from the occasional visits to Gina's where she would share a few of her black lovers with me. Gina like me was in her mid thirties and she liked her men young and hung and she never did disappoint. I did try to set up some meets with black men from my area I had met in the Dark Cavern chat room but each time no one near the description given showed up. I did see a few young white men, early twenties, looking around like they were expecting someone. That made me think, so I doubt seriously I will try online dating again. To be cautious, I had set up the meetings to take place in a bar, I could sit and sip wine and feel safe in a public place.
Around late November I met a black man I now call Mr.S in the Dark Cavern chat. I wasn't going to arrange another meeting and anyway he lived too far away. This man did much to change my life; especially how I had interracial sex. We had talked in the chat room several times and I found I liked chatting with him. Then one day Mr.S asked me what naughty things I have done.
Well I didn't have much to tell him since I led a rather sheltered life when it came to sex, mostly before I married just a little oral sex to satisfy some boyfriend. I only had vaginal sex with just my husband and the few black men that Gina recently provided, so actually I was a little naive when it came to any of the more erotic sex acts, so feeling naughty I asked him to suggest something wicked for me to do. I told him we could make a game to play that he was to dare me to do something and if it was reasonable I would actually do the dare.
I do have a few little rules I go by, such as not involving animals or anyone underage. I also won't do anything painful to me or others or that may cause injury and will not do anything that will endanger me or my family. I do know there are some things that may be a little risky so I do take precautions and I do get to control with who I would have sex, so I am selective there.
I thought later I may sometimes allow him to pick the times and dates to play a little with pregnancy risk but I will also not have sex on days when knowingly within my fertile time and wind up with a black bun in my white oven. I do find the gamble exciting as hell but I'm thirty seven now and am defiantly not planning to breed black. If I should accidentally get pregnant since to me abortion is out of the question I'm not sure what I will do but will deal with that at the time should it happen. I do have a fertility chart on my computer and am very careful with certain days.
My first real dare was to dress like a slut in a mini skirt and tank top with no panties or bra go to a mall where mostly blacks do their shopping and spend the afternoon giving the men a good show. I was very nervous so I had a glass of wine before I left. Being just after Thanksgiving, the mall was crowded with Christmas shoppers and it was exciting to be so ******* and noticed by the many men and others each trying to see what I had, I would not openly flash the younger boys but if a teen looked old enough to know what a woman had between her thighs my legs would part some. Surprising I even had some girls peeking. My pussy stayed wet the entire time I was in the mall and at times I'm sure some of them could see my arousal.
Afterwards, I went home and masturbated to my memories of those looking up my skirt. It was not the most exciting or degrading of my dares but Mr.S I think wanted to start me off easy and see if I would actually do it. To say the least I was extremely aroused all afternoon doing something someone else suggested on that fact alone. I can say my toys did get a workout that night.
After he gave me a couple of more easy exhibition tasks then he dared me to have glory-hole sex. Not being totally out of touch I had an idea what they were from some stories I have read but I did not have any first hand information. To say I am a little behind on the wilder sex acts would be an understatement but a computer and Google can remedy that. I looked it up and was able to understand what was expected of me. I also found the sights with pictures and the videos were most informative showing not only oral sex but also positions that work with vaginal sex.
Mr.S and these web sites did tell me where I may find glory-holes so for the next few days I checked a lot of gas station restrooms as I was yet not that sure of myself to go into an adult video shop. About a week later I stopped at a truck stop gas station I had gotten gas then parked to use the quick mart.
While in the mart, I looked over the customers and those working there, mostly black with the build of working men. I always did find the build of athletic or working men hotter sexually than that of body builders. I had been checking out black men since I first started looking at the interracial porn sites.
Then feeling the need to pee went to the restroom. Since the dare was given I had been checking the end stalls and this time luck was with me, behind a loose cover was a glory-hole. I became very nervous and scared finding it. First I relieved my bladder then removed the cover and as seen on one of the glory-hole web sites, shaking I put two fingers in the hole
After a few minutes a long black cock came thru. I first took it in my hand and jerked him a little feeling its weight as it harden more. I finally getting the nerve I got to my knees and took it into my mouth and very wetly sucked him, he didn't bother to make it last just use my mouth to quickly get off. It was so nasty doing such a thing; my tunnel-of-love was flooding and dripping. It did not take him long, soon he had his orgasm and shot his cum in my mouth. It was so sudden I couldn't swallow it all and some dripped on my breast and blouse. After he pulled out and left, I wiped off my blouse then removed my clothes so I wouldn't mess them more.
Nude in that restroom stall, I again put my fingers in the hole and another black-snake came thru. This one was a little longer, I sucked him some then still holding it so he wouldn't leave the damage already have been done I just had to try it. Turning around I slipped him into my wet pussy bareback. I'm sure he was both surprised at that and of course pleased as I pushed my ass back against the wall to give him maximum penetration and let him fuck me thru the hole. Looking between my thighs at my white pussy it made me so excited seeing the black dick of a total stranger sliding in and out. I kept my ass tight to that wall and let him go all the way until he was bathing my cum-canal with his warm load. Strong orgasms overtook me, I then did one more anonymous black cock the same way then got dressed cleaned up and went on my way, my dare now complete.
Driving away I was thinking just how nasty a thing I just did and how hot it made me the whole time I was being a slut. Everything about it from those cocks being anonymous and black to letting complete total strangers use me for a cum-dump each contributed to my passion. The fact that I was on no birth control drove me crazy with arousal and set off heavy orgasms as those anonymous cocks emptied inside me. I know this sounds risky but I did check out those men on the premises and they all looked to be older good clean working men most in uniforms and many with wedding rings. So although there is some risk I felt good with what I had done. I also did remember on the second and third to peek through the hole, I may not know who they were but did get a look-see of just who I was letting have sex with me. It was all so frightening but also very exciting. Arriving home I needed a drink to calm my nerves
I didn't see much of Mr.S in chat during the holidays and since my husband was again away I did go to a hot sex party with Gina for New Years. There were only black men and white women at this party and they told me it was called a zebra party like the black and white stripes on the animal. Gina assured me that the men and women there were all clean so I need not worry.
We all undressed as soon as we entered and the party was basically an all night orgy with food, a lot of drinking, some other highs and music available if we wanted to dance. The black men dominated and used any woman they felt like and at times had us perform lesbian sex acts for their viewing pleasure.
It was at this party I got my first taste of a creampied pussy. I had not had sex with a girl since I was a teen. My first sex ever with another person when I was very young was with my girlfriends on sleepovers so long ago. Thinking of it now, I was younger then my youngest daughter when I first licked another girl between her legs it kind of made me wonder. I have to say it was the best new years party I ever been to and I was quite popular among the black men with my alabaster skin. Getting blitzed there I crashed for several hours before driving home.
Early January 2009 I again found Mr.S in chat, we talked and he gave me my next dare. He is into the black breeding thing so during the chat we understand that in the dares it is a little of a competition him trying to get me knocked-up and me not to.
My next dare was to dress like a slut, go to a hotel bar frequented by black men and actually sell myself as a sex-worker for money. I was to be a cheap *****; he set my prices $10 for a blow job and $25 for a bareback fuck. Feeling very daring this time I said okay, if you want to try and get me pregnant you set the date. From our many chats if he paid any attention he may have had a little idea of my cycle.
Mr.S picked January 21 so on that day this white housewife and mother would officially become a real paid ***** for black men. The preceding weeks I was both scared and excited, until then what I had been doing may have finished off my not so good marriage but ************ is very illegal and if caught I could actually be arrested and that would really be hard to explain along with other complications.
It was ironic that Mr.S would give me this ************ challenge at this time. It is known in chat everyone has a “handle” an alter ego often used to hide identity. Just before meeting Mr.S being new to online chat I used several handles and had been thinking on which would be my permanent online name. One night I was in chat and watching a movie on TV. In the movie the man picked up this street-walker and was on the way to a hotel. My eyes were on chat and then when I heard the lines I looked up
Man: “what’s your name?”
*****: “what do you want it to be?”
Man: just stares at her
***** says: “Vivian, my name is Vivian”
It was then I chose my online name Vivian, the name of a movie street-walker. I have had and used this name ever since in all things I do sexual; in chat rooms, in pick-up bars, as a call-girl and as author of my stories.
I had to shop for ***** clothes which wasn't hard but did get some weird looks in the stores when I purchased those items, although I did look sexy as hell in them. I don't think they expected a thirty something year old woman to dress in a micro mini which barely covered my ass.
I kept looking at my fertility chart Jan 21 was to be long enough after I was scheduled to ovulate, if my cycle was right I should be playing with a dead egg but barely. It was also the night of the inauguration of our first black president and living in the Washington D.C. area I was sure the hotel bars will have a lot of celebrating black men to choose from. I’m pretty sure although it is a Wednesday Mr S. thought of that as well.
To say the least I was both nervous and excited those weeks waiting. I have discovered that the naughtier I am the hotter I do get. Thinking about actually selling my mouth and pussy for money really had me constantly aroused. Since I had never been around ************ all the movies and TV shows I have seen that glorified it kept going through my mind. All the little things I needed to know I got from the TV like always get the money first and do not kiss or swallow.
The day of my dare arrived and that evening I dressed like a common tart. A hot pink miniskirt so short the bottom of my ass cheeks could be seen without me bending over, tank top and no panties or bra. Accessories, a pair of 6in black stilettos with cheap jewelry. Looking in my mirror I was satisfied, where usually stood an attractive white wife and mother now stood a cheap looking *****. I almost didn't recognize myself the look was so degrading and sexy. Putting on a long coat at 8PM I left my house.
First hotel I went to I managed to get thru the lobby to the bar but barely inside I was asked to leave. The second one I didn't even get that far before I was escorted to the door, both times telling me cheap whores were not wanted even though I was white. I did notice those bars were still packed with mostly black men and some women still celebrating the inauguration. Realizing I would never get in anywhere dressed as cheap as I was, I made a decision that if this was to work I had to go home and change.
I replaced the ***** outfit with an emerald green designer dress that was both elegant but very sexy. Shoes although not as high a heel did accent my ass and accessories to match, I had worn this at a benefit about 2 years before and I gave a lot of men whiplash that night. The dress and such set off my green eyes and redoing my make up I looked very hot and sexy but with over six grand in clothes and jewelry on my body defiantly not cheap.
Again on my way I decided to change my prices $100 for a blow job, $250 for a fuck and $300 bareback I figured this may be more what was expected. I wouldn't even offer the bareback price unless I saw a wedding ring on the man's finger, sex with unknown partners can be dangerous and although this isn't a guarantee it would be as close as I could get. For the risk part of the dare I would have to get at least one to take the bareback option. I didn't want to possibly be recognized so I did not go back to the first hotels.
This time when I arrived I walked thru the hotel lobby and right into the bar with absolutely no resistance. Since I didn't want to come off as just a pavement-princess my story was to be a call-girl who's date never showed. Luck was with me. It turned out the bar was reserved for a private party which meant not just anyone could come in; I guess they thought I was either with someone or that sexy white women were welcome.
I was shaking, so nervous I had a couple of glasses of wine to keep my nerve up so I wouldn't leave. Soon a good looking tall black man struck up a conversation. I gave him my call-girl story telling him I was a little upset being stood up because I really needed the money. One thing led to another and prices discussed and soon I was on my way to my very first trick. In his room remembering the movies I got the money first and up until this time I was aroused and excited. At the moment he handed me the money it was like someone punched me hard in the stomach, it was real now, some strange man just bought and paid for my body. I was sick. I just sold my mouth and pussy; he had bought both oral and bareback sex. I wanted to run away, no longer aroused and excited, the reality of what I was doing hit me like a ton of bricks. My privates now to do as he pleases, he paid for it and no longer was it mutual or for me. I undressed for him all the time thinking I should leave the money and run out of there.
I think the only reason I didn't run was my competitive nature concerning the dare and that my word was given when making the deal with this man and my word I do take very seriously. He also undressed, nude I knelt in front of him no longer a wife and mother or a small business owner and it seemed that my world as I knew it had just collapsed. Before this black man knelt me; a *****, I was nothing but a paid tramp at that moment, as I took him in my mouth and sucked his black dick.
Nothing could describe what I felt those first minutes, emptiness in the pit of my stomach as I realized just how low I had gone. Now a ***** I put my hand between my legs and rubbed my cunt to get myself wet for him. The wine did finally take some of the edge off and my arousal came back,slow at first then I got hotter and hotter so quickly it was unreal. In my mind knowing I was no different now as any other common tart, I had crossed the line and I will never be a respectable woman, I could portray myself as one but never again actually be one. This thought for some reason I could not understand fueled my heat and in no time this chippie’s cum-dumpster was boiling and soaking wet. My “John” picked me up and placed me on the bed, he played with my breasts and then sucked them, he then placed me on hands and knees he entered me in the doggy position.
All I could think of as he slowly slid inside me was “*****-*****-*****” I was paid and fucked now officially a pro now. When he got balls deep my cum-craver exploded with a tremendous orgasm and I couldn't stop them, I stayed in orgasmic bliss almost the whole time he was inside me. He fucked me hard like the ***** I was, he didn't care what I felt or how I reacted, this black man had paid for me and he was using me exactly as he pleased to bust a nut. At that pace it was not long till he reached that point and since I was nothing but a ***** he just slammed his cock into me hard and bareback then emptied his balls inside me.
This really scared me I had ovulated late, the reason I don't know but a woman's cycle is not always consistent, Instead of the extra days I thought there was a slight possibility I may not be far enough outside my fertile zone and still have a live egg inside me. I was almost not going to add the option but I had given my word to Mr.S. that I would on this occasion. To this man however I'm nothing more then a bought ***** and he paid extra for the right to fuck me bareback and blast his load of cum inside me.
Maybe he was even wishing whatever type of birth control I was using would fail and he would knock this white ***** up. My first “John” had no idea I was not on any birth control and he was putting his seed in my unprotected baby-maker. I felt his cock pulse as he released squirt after squirt of his afro-sperm so deep inside as my mind wandered across all these scenarios. I can’t explain why but flirting with disaster really gives me my most powerful orgasms.
With him finished with me, I recovered from that orgasm then used his bathroom to cleaned up and ready myself for my next John. That night I kept going back to that bar and had another glass of wine and since it was private party it stayed open all night. Word got around quickly that this sexy redhead was a ***** and I turned six tricks that night and two were threesomes. Each trick gave me more money and more orgasms but none as intense as those I had the first time I fucked as a real pro.
I went home around 5AM with more than the money I earned, that night changed me forever I could no longer think of myself the same way. I lost a little of my self respect that night and I will never get it back. I also found I had more respect for the women that worked hard or did these things to provide for themselves and their families but still have little for those whores that feed their addictions and pimps. I also gained a sort of sexual freedom and this has released many inhibitions I may have had. I could also see how a paid-pro could become numb to sex doing that all the time but for me the first time was very degrading but also thrilling.
I was up all night and from 11PM to 5AM this ***** turned those six tricks fucking eight black men in all. When I got home, dawn was coming. I was exhausted, no one was up I just went to my room, got undressed and crashed on my bed nude. Too tired to clean up I just fell asleep as I was and would clean myself and things up later. I awoke a new woman no longer the sheltered and naive woman I was not so long ago but then no longer the respectable mother and wife either. A few weeks later I again found I had dodged the bullet and was not pregnant.
Am I happier, yes very much so, the sex and experiences to date have been marvelous. These experiences have so far been the most exciting times of my life and instead of a woman growing old wishing she had, I now have these memories to grow old with.
I have also decided to get on the birth control shots but before I do I may let Mr.S. have just one more shot at my eggs.
Reality truly is stranger then fiction and I really have been a very naughty girl.
Vivian
As always, all persons participating are of legal age and names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
Chapter 1 - Looking for new things to try: Sometimes reality is stranger then fiction it seems we are always looking for new and different ways to have sex. I'm no different and having been neglected by my husband I took to the internet just to get something to arouse myself while I masturbate with my toys. At first it was just a little light porn, online pictures and video clips can be found most anywhere. Story sites also can be very arousing but after a while I was getting a little bored with the same old thing. I then stumbled onto an interracial porn site and the pictures and videos made my kitty do flip flops, until then I just touched the subject in a few stories. Actually seeing interracial sex and watching black cock violate a white woman’s holiest-of-holies made me hotter and hotter. It was taboo; a forbidden thing though more accepted in today's society however for me and my family just the thought of a black so much as touching me in any way sexual would be unthinkable and unheard of.
So here I was getting very excited over the very thing I should never do. My parents would roll over in their graves and if they were alive, disown me if they knew it even aroused me. My racist husband would go ballistic first and then make the divorce a virtual hell if he had the slightest idea.
I spent many afternoons on the net looking over more and more web sites that had interracial porn while my husband was at work and my daughters were at school. I know this sounds a little weird for a woman but then I had time on my hands and had not been getting much attention from my husband. We had been married many years and although he never really wanted kids we have three lovely teen daughters. After I got pregnant the third time my husband didn't want any more children so he had a vasectomy. Like my mother I wanted a lot of kids, unfortunately due to complications having me she could have no more so I was their only child and heir. My husband wanted none so I guess after my third little accident he caught on and got himself fixed since I would not.
For the previous six months we have hardly had sex at all. and at first I couldn't understand why, then the little tell tale hints started. Calling to tell me he was working late, sometimes I would get just a hint of some perfume other then my own. I had no solid proof but I suspected he was having another affair then one day while doing laundry I could smell the scent of another woman's sex in his underwear. It was then I was certain my husband was cheating on me again.
It wasn’t all him; part of it was me, in the spring I had lost both my parents, an accident involving the cab they were in. To get out of my depression of my loss, finding out my husband was cheating again and the financial real-estate crisis I threw myself into the family business which was now mine. With the help of alcohol,I finally did get out of my depression around the end of summer. We always had wine with dinner and I found in the evenings it did relieve some of my daily stress. I started drinking more while surfing the net in the evenings before bed.
Finding out for sure he was cheating again for the umpteenth time was when I started feeling I had enough neglect and our marriage was on the downward spiral. It was then my conscience would allow me to go a little further then just fantasy and masturbation. So here I was a still very attractive thirty seven year old wife and small business owner with a lot of free time and an itch that seems to need a lot of scratching. I eventually took a spare room and made an office so I could run my business from home but also so I could do my thing in privacy. Now working at home, to relieve stress I always had a glass of wine by my computer. I didn't drink much at first, just enough to take off the edge. On the internet I eventually came across some links to a few chat rooms that had interracial topics. Most of these were empty or had just a few chatters and gave little excitement.
One I found called Dark Cavern had a lot of chatters and soon I was having fun comparing notes with live people many of which I found were fakes or a bit sick but still a lot better then having an empty chat room. I did find a few men and women that seemed to be real or at least more realistic. As I sifted through the cuckolds a few were okay to chat with but most of these cuckolds I found to be very strange and sometimes annoying. As a woman I want my men to be men. I can understand some cuckolds if they want to share or can’t satisfy the needs of their wives. Gay men and women I have no problem with them doing their own thing together. However the last thing I would want is some wimpy gay guy hanging around trying to get his cum fix from my drippings.
In chat almost always the same openings, hi, how are you, ASL and description. At the time I was 37yo. 5ft. 8 in. 140lbs. light-auburn haired redhead, green eyes with fair alabaster skin 36C 27 37 and really am still quite attractive though after three kids and time I've had to work at it.
Being not all that worldly when it came to sex, I found some of the interracial sex these chatters told me about most exciting. Some of the places they go and the things they do are so wild and after a few months of more neglect I was thinking of trying something with black men but what? I knew it was wrong of me to even think of cheating especially with a black. After seeing and hearing about how large their cocks are and just how more exciting sex is with them, I was seriously thinking about it. I also felt that I was not getting any younger and that if I were going to do something I should while I was still young enough to still have my looks.
Major topics in these chats are bareback sex, breeding and pregnancy risk, I have to admit the creampie pictures and videos I found online were very erotic. Just the thought of black men's sperm being pumped into a white woman gives the impression that she just could possibly get knocked up with the forbidden black baby. Now I sure do not need any more kids at my age, my three teens are a handful as it is. I was thinking about getting birth control shots before I tried anything, pills my husband may find and with him being fixed the shit really would hit the fan. More and more the topic of pregnancy risk had come up when chatting with other women at least I think some of them are women and not all of them male fakers.
They say that the orgasms are much stronger with a little gamble and that being careful with a fertility chart there is little chance a woman would get knocked up. There is always that little thought in the back of your mind that with no protection there is that chance something could go wrong and this thought is what sets off the stronger orgasms. I decided if I did have sex with black men that for a while I would give unprotected sex a little try first before I got shots to see if it is as exciting as they say, I have since found this to be very true. I would however be sure I'm well out of my fertile zone and with someone I was pretty sure was clean.
My first encounter with black men came sooner then I thought, I had run into a friend Gina that I knew dated black men. We went to lunch and after over drinks and as we talked I brought up the subject of sex with black men and asked her all the usual questions. She was very informative and answered all my questions also telling me the myth they are all super hung is not exactly true that although black men on average are a little bigger then white men not all are those huge things you see in porn. Most are 6.5in. to 7in. Gina told me if you go shopping like she does for large cocked black men they can be found the same as with gifted white men.
A couple hours of conversation over a few drinks Gina asked if I really wanted to try it; being a little buzzed it sounded exciting so when I told her yes she invited me over for sex with one her black lovers. When we arrived at her home she told me if I had second thoughts to leave then, because once he started he will not stop and sex is expected. I had heard in chat that black men were very aggressive with white women and wondered how much was true. Hearing it from Gina I was now sure they were speaking the truth.
Inside she got us drinks and we talked about what may happen and what would be expected while waiting for her lover. I was excited as she told me that I was not to deny him any hole he desired and he would definitely do me bareback. It turned out he brought a friend to share her as he sometimes does, so she and I wound up having sex with them both.
Gina's lover and his friend were a little surprised to see me there but not disappointed that there was another married white slut for them to fuck. With not even an introduction both wasted no time in kissing and caressing us then telling not asking us to remove our clothes. We did as told and although not accustomed to their aggressiveness it aroused the hell out of me and my tunnel-of-love became instantly wet. They were not pleased that my pussy although neatly trimmed was not bare but did please them that the carpet and drapes matched. Gina quickly informed them that I was a black cock virgin and in the future it would be bare. They kissed and fondled us boldly, this type of handling was so new to me; these men were definitely in control.
The one with me gave special attention to my breasts, they have always been sensitive and soon I was very aroused. This man sure knew just which buttons on a woman to push and I was soon ordered to my knees. He had me remove his pants and underwear and although I had seen them on the computer nothing could compare to seeing that very dark brown uncut 8.5in. cock as it popped out in front of my face. He pulled off his T-shirt then tossed it with those clothes I took off; he looked down at me and said what the fuck are you waiting for. I looked over to Gina for some kind of advice only to see her head already bobbing with the other’s black dick sliding across her pink lips.
I figured I best not hesitate any longer and took the one in front of me in my mouth and like my friend proceeded to give him a blow job. Although I do it well I never liked performing oral sex much and did very little with my husband, just enough to get him ready, I did do some when young and dating just because some things were expected. The male taste of his cock was strong being uncut and if it had been white I would have been turned off by the thought of it not being squeaky clean. Just the thought of me, yes me having a nasty dirty black cock in my mouth had my hot-pocket steaming and my juices streaming down my thighs. Just a few months ago I never would have believed that I would ever touch a black man but there I was on my knees sucking ones dick. I was loving it and having orgasms while doing it as I worked my fingers on my vulva. He held my head by my hair as he fucked my mouth. I could feel the foreskin sliding in my mouth and the taste of him coating my tongue. This man lasted a lot longer then I thought and just as my jaw was beginning to ache, he then pumped faster then stopped and pulled back some, holding my head he just said very sternly as an order not a request; swallow as the first shot of his cum filled my mouth.
There is a first time for everything; I had never let a guy cum in my mouth before much less swallowed sperm not even my husband but here I was swallowing as this black man I just met unloaded his balls down my throat. I couldn't believe I actually did what to me is the most ultimate vulgar thing, sucking a black’s cock and swallowing his sperm; but I did and kept sucking on his dick till I could get no more out of him.
Turned on by his taste and marveling at the amount he deposited in my stomach another orgasm shook my body. He only softened a little and my continued sucking got him hard again, he picked me up easily, he was strong and tall; both men were over 6ft. and in their early twenties. Laying me over the arm of the sofa he took me, he never asked if I wanted him to wear a condom or if I wanted to go further he just parted my legs rubbed his cock over my soaking va-jay and slipped it inside.
I was so wet he went into me easily, looking back watching that dark brown cock going into my white pussy for the first time had me shaking thinking my god I'm really letting a black man fuck me. I felt cheap dirty and incredibly hot as that black-python pumped in and out of me bareback. He seemed to fuck me for ages lasting so much longer and pumping much harder then any white man I had ever been with. Indescribable was the heat between my legs as some very powerful orgasms raked through my body.
I was nearing an orgasm when feeling him speed up then stop he pushed in balls deep then unloaded another huge load of sperm into my body. This time deep inside my unprotected fetus-factory. All I did was scream OH MY GOD! A powerful orgasm exploded from somewhere deep within me. Although I was nowhere near my fertile time all I could think of at that moment was, Oh Shit what if something went wrong this stud will knock me up with a black baby. I knew that this thought just as I was told in the chat room is what made that orgasm so powerful
These two men took turns fucking me and Gina for the rest of the afternoon coating the inside of both our stomachs and cream-caverns with their black seed and giving us both many orgasms. Gina liked the younger black men they could cum many times and still keep going and these two sure didn't disappoint us.
It was after 6PM when they left and I was already late to get home, thank god my husband was out of town on a so called business trip. but I was not home to make dinner for my daughters. I gave my girls a call and told them that I was with a friend and I would be home soon so they could order some pizzas for dinner. After the call I cleaned up best I could, put in a tampon so I wouldn't make a mess in the car and got dressed. I had to go home without panties since one of the men took mine as a souvenir.
Driving home I reflected on the afternoon events, I was both exhausted and sexually satisfied like I never had been before. It was hard to believe that I would slut myself so easily to black men like that; I knew the booze we had did a lot to loosen me up, but it sure was very exciting and so different than any sex I’ve had in the past.
Then it dawned on me; unlike the white men that made love to me these studs just used me like a ***** and fucked the shit out of me. I then remembered that I never was introduced to them and did not even know their names. I started giggling damn here I just opened my mouth and legs and let two strange black men have the most intimate parts of me bare and leaving my sex full of their black seed. At this point in all of my life I have only had any kind of sex with seven men. Only three I have let inside me, bareback and for that matter put their sperm in me; they are my husband and now those two black men. That thought amused me and again aroused me but I had to calm down I was driving and too tired to get hot again.
When I got home the girls were eating the pizza and I was able to get into my room without being detected. A much needed douche and shower made me presentable again and after drying my hair I dressed in my lounging clothes then went and had some left over pizza. I was famished, didn't realize how hungry I really was, all that sex had worked up a real appetite so the pizza was just what I needed.
Later that night before I went to bed I very carefully shaved my hair-pie completely bare then put on skin cream. I went to bed feeling just a little guilty but not much being that my husband had cheated first and so many times. Maybe I should have confronted him with my findings beforehand but I did not and so for now we both have a coexistence with him not knowing what I have done or that I was again aware of his repeated infidelity.
Over the next several months not a lot happened aside from the occasional visits to Gina's where she would share a few of her black lovers with me. Gina like me was in her mid thirties and she liked her men young and hung and she never did disappoint. I did try to set up some meets with black men from my area I had met in the Dark Cavern chat room but each time no one near the description given showed up. I did see a few young white men, early twenties, looking around like they were expecting someone. That made me think, so I doubt seriously I will try online dating again. To be cautious, I had set up the meetings to take place in a bar, I could sit and sip wine and feel safe in a public place.
Around late November I met a black man I now call Mr.S in the Dark Cavern chat. I wasn't going to arrange another meeting and anyway he lived too far away. This man did much to change my life; especially how I had interracial sex. We had talked in the chat room several times and I found I liked chatting with him. Then one day Mr.S asked me what naughty things I have done.
Well I didn't have much to tell him since I led a rather sheltered life when it came to sex, mostly before I married just a little oral sex to satisfy some boyfriend. I only had vaginal sex with just my husband and the few black men that Gina recently provided, so actually I was a little naive when it came to any of the more erotic sex acts, so feeling naughty I asked him to suggest something wicked for me to do. I told him we could make a game to play that he was to dare me to do something and if it was reasonable I would actually do the dare.
I do have a few little rules I go by, such as not involving animals or anyone underage. I also won't do anything painful to me or others or that may cause injury and will not do anything that will endanger me or my family. I do know there are some things that may be a little risky so I do take precautions and I do get to control with who I would have sex, so I am selective there.
I thought later I may sometimes allow him to pick the times and dates to play a little with pregnancy risk but I will also not have sex on days when knowingly within my fertile time and wind up with a black bun in my white oven. I do find the gamble exciting as hell but I'm thirty seven now and am defiantly not planning to breed black. If I should accidentally get pregnant since to me abortion is out of the question I'm not sure what I will do but will deal with that at the time should it happen. I do have a fertility chart on my computer and am very careful with certain days.
My first real dare was to dress like a slut in a mini skirt and tank top with no panties or bra go to a mall where mostly blacks do their shopping and spend the afternoon giving the men a good show. I was very nervous so I had a glass of wine before I left. Being just after Thanksgiving, the mall was crowded with Christmas shoppers and it was exciting to be so ******* and noticed by the many men and others each trying to see what I had, I would not openly flash the younger boys but if a teen looked old enough to know what a woman had between her thighs my legs would part some. Surprising I even had some girls peeking. My pussy stayed wet the entire time I was in the mall and at times I'm sure some of them could see my arousal.
Afterwards, I went home and masturbated to my memories of those looking up my skirt. It was not the most exciting or degrading of my dares but Mr.S I think wanted to start me off easy and see if I would actually do it. To say the least I was extremely aroused all afternoon doing something someone else suggested on that fact alone. I can say my toys did get a workout that night.
After he gave me a couple of more easy exhibition tasks then he dared me to have glory-hole sex. Not being totally out of touch I had an idea what they were from some stories I have read but I did not have any first hand information. To say I am a little behind on the wilder sex acts would be an understatement but a computer and Google can remedy that. I looked it up and was able to understand what was expected of me. I also found the sights with pictures and the videos were most informative showing not only oral sex but also positions that work with vaginal sex.
Mr.S and these web sites did tell me where I may find glory-holes so for the next few days I checked a lot of gas station restrooms as I was yet not that sure of myself to go into an adult video shop. About a week later I stopped at a truck stop gas station I had gotten gas then parked to use the quick mart.
While in the mart, I looked over the customers and those working there, mostly black with the build of working men. I always did find the build of athletic or working men hotter sexually than that of body builders. I had been checking out black men since I first started looking at the interracial porn sites.
Then feeling the need to pee went to the restroom. Since the dare was given I had been checking the end stalls and this time luck was with me, behind a loose cover was a glory-hole. I became very nervous and scared finding it. First I relieved my bladder then removed the cover and as seen on one of the glory-hole web sites, shaking I put two fingers in the hole
After a few minutes a long black cock came thru. I first took it in my hand and jerked him a little feeling its weight as it harden more. I finally getting the nerve I got to my knees and took it into my mouth and very wetly sucked him, he didn't bother to make it last just use my mouth to quickly get off. It was so nasty doing such a thing; my tunnel-of-love was flooding and dripping. It did not take him long, soon he had his orgasm and shot his cum in my mouth. It was so sudden I couldn't swallow it all and some dripped on my breast and blouse. After he pulled out and left, I wiped off my blouse then removed my clothes so I wouldn't mess them more.
Nude in that restroom stall, I again put my fingers in the hole and another black-snake came thru. This one was a little longer, I sucked him some then still holding it so he wouldn't leave the damage already have been done I just had to try it. Turning around I slipped him into my wet pussy bareback. I'm sure he was both surprised at that and of course pleased as I pushed my ass back against the wall to give him maximum penetration and let him fuck me thru the hole. Looking between my thighs at my white pussy it made me so excited seeing the black dick of a total stranger sliding in and out. I kept my ass tight to that wall and let him go all the way until he was bathing my cum-canal with his warm load. Strong orgasms overtook me, I then did one more anonymous black cock the same way then got dressed cleaned up and went on my way, my dare now complete.
Driving away I was thinking just how nasty a thing I just did and how hot it made me the whole time I was being a slut. Everything about it from those cocks being anonymous and black to letting complete total strangers use me for a cum-dump each contributed to my passion. The fact that I was on no birth control drove me crazy with arousal and set off heavy orgasms as those anonymous cocks emptied inside me. I know this sounds risky but I did check out those men on the premises and they all looked to be older good clean working men most in uniforms and many with wedding rings. So although there is some risk I felt good with what I had done. I also did remember on the second and third to peek through the hole, I may not know who they were but did get a look-see of just who I was letting have sex with me. It was all so frightening but also very exciting. Arriving home I needed a drink to calm my nerves
I didn't see much of Mr.S in chat during the holidays and since my husband was again away I did go to a hot sex party with Gina for New Years. There were only black men and white women at this party and they told me it was called a zebra party like the black and white stripes on the animal. Gina assured me that the men and women there were all clean so I need not worry.
We all undressed as soon as we entered and the party was basically an all night orgy with food, a lot of drinking, some other highs and music available if we wanted to dance. The black men dominated and used any woman they felt like and at times had us perform lesbian sex acts for their viewing pleasure.
It was at this party I got my first taste of a creampied pussy. I had not had sex with a girl since I was a teen. My first sex ever with another person when I was very young was with my girlfriends on sleepovers so long ago. Thinking of it now, I was younger then my youngest daughter when I first licked another girl between her legs it kind of made me wonder. I have to say it was the best new years party I ever been to and I was quite popular among the black men with my alabaster skin. Getting blitzed there I crashed for several hours before driving home.
Early January 2009 I again found Mr.S in chat, we talked and he gave me my next dare. He is into the black breeding thing so during the chat we understand that in the dares it is a little of a competition him trying to get me knocked-up and me not to.
My next dare was to dress like a slut, go to a hotel bar frequented by black men and actually sell myself as a sex-worker for money. I was to be a cheap *****; he set my prices $10 for a blow job and $25 for a bareback fuck. Feeling very daring this time I said okay, if you want to try and get me pregnant you set the date. From our many chats if he paid any attention he may have had a little idea of my cycle.
Mr.S picked January 21 so on that day this white housewife and mother would officially become a real paid ***** for black men. The preceding weeks I was both scared and excited, until then what I had been doing may have finished off my not so good marriage but ************ is very illegal and if caught I could actually be arrested and that would really be hard to explain along with other complications.
It was ironic that Mr.S would give me this ************ challenge at this time. It is known in chat everyone has a “handle” an alter ego often used to hide identity. Just before meeting Mr.S being new to online chat I used several handles and had been thinking on which would be my permanent online name. One night I was in chat and watching a movie on TV. In the movie the man picked up this street-walker and was on the way to a hotel. My eyes were on chat and then when I heard the lines I looked up
Man: “what’s your name?”
*****: “what do you want it to be?”
Man: just stares at her
***** says: “Vivian, my name is Vivian”
It was then I chose my online name Vivian, the name of a movie street-walker. I have had and used this name ever since in all things I do sexual; in chat rooms, in pick-up bars, as a call-girl and as author of my stories.
I had to shop for ***** clothes which wasn't hard but did get some weird looks in the stores when I purchased those items, although I did look sexy as hell in them. I don't think they expected a thirty something year old woman to dress in a micro mini which barely covered my ass.
I kept looking at my fertility chart Jan 21 was to be long enough after I was scheduled to ovulate, if my cycle was right I should be playing with a dead egg but barely. It was also the night of the inauguration of our first black president and living in the Washington D.C. area I was sure the hotel bars will have a lot of celebrating black men to choose from. I’m pretty sure although it is a Wednesday Mr S. thought of that as well.
To say the least I was both nervous and excited those weeks waiting. I have discovered that the naughtier I am the hotter I do get. Thinking about actually selling my mouth and pussy for money really had me constantly aroused. Since I had never been around ************ all the movies and TV shows I have seen that glorified it kept going through my mind. All the little things I needed to know I got from the TV like always get the money first and do not kiss or swallow.
The day of my dare arrived and that evening I dressed like a common tart. A hot pink miniskirt so short the bottom of my ass cheeks could be seen without me bending over, tank top and no panties or bra. Accessories, a pair of 6in black stilettos with cheap jewelry. Looking in my mirror I was satisfied, where usually stood an attractive white wife and mother now stood a cheap looking *****. I almost didn't recognize myself the look was so degrading and sexy. Putting on a long coat at 8PM I left my house.
First hotel I went to I managed to get thru the lobby to the bar but barely inside I was asked to leave. The second one I didn't even get that far before I was escorted to the door, both times telling me cheap whores were not wanted even though I was white. I did notice those bars were still packed with mostly black men and some women still celebrating the inauguration. Realizing I would never get in anywhere dressed as cheap as I was, I made a decision that if this was to work I had to go home and change.
I replaced the ***** outfit with an emerald green designer dress that was both elegant but very sexy. Shoes although not as high a heel did accent my ass and accessories to match, I had worn this at a benefit about 2 years before and I gave a lot of men whiplash that night. The dress and such set off my green eyes and redoing my make up I looked very hot and sexy but with over six grand in clothes and jewelry on my body defiantly not cheap.
Again on my way I decided to change my prices $100 for a blow job, $250 for a fuck and $300 bareback I figured this may be more what was expected. I wouldn't even offer the bareback price unless I saw a wedding ring on the man's finger, sex with unknown partners can be dangerous and although this isn't a guarantee it would be as close as I could get. For the risk part of the dare I would have to get at least one to take the bareback option. I didn't want to possibly be recognized so I did not go back to the first hotels.
This time when I arrived I walked thru the hotel lobby and right into the bar with absolutely no resistance. Since I didn't want to come off as just a pavement-princess my story was to be a call-girl who's date never showed. Luck was with me. It turned out the bar was reserved for a private party which meant not just anyone could come in; I guess they thought I was either with someone or that sexy white women were welcome.
I was shaking, so nervous I had a couple of glasses of wine to keep my nerve up so I wouldn't leave. Soon a good looking tall black man struck up a conversation. I gave him my call-girl story telling him I was a little upset being stood up because I really needed the money. One thing led to another and prices discussed and soon I was on my way to my very first trick. In his room remembering the movies I got the money first and up until this time I was aroused and excited. At the moment he handed me the money it was like someone punched me hard in the stomach, it was real now, some strange man just bought and paid for my body. I was sick. I just sold my mouth and pussy; he had bought both oral and bareback sex. I wanted to run away, no longer aroused and excited, the reality of what I was doing hit me like a ton of bricks. My privates now to do as he pleases, he paid for it and no longer was it mutual or for me. I undressed for him all the time thinking I should leave the money and run out of there.
I think the only reason I didn't run was my competitive nature concerning the dare and that my word was given when making the deal with this man and my word I do take very seriously. He also undressed, nude I knelt in front of him no longer a wife and mother or a small business owner and it seemed that my world as I knew it had just collapsed. Before this black man knelt me; a *****, I was nothing but a paid tramp at that moment, as I took him in my mouth and sucked his black dick.
Nothing could describe what I felt those first minutes, emptiness in the pit of my stomach as I realized just how low I had gone. Now a ***** I put my hand between my legs and rubbed my cunt to get myself wet for him. The wine did finally take some of the edge off and my arousal came back,slow at first then I got hotter and hotter so quickly it was unreal. In my mind knowing I was no different now as any other common tart, I had crossed the line and I will never be a respectable woman, I could portray myself as one but never again actually be one. This thought for some reason I could not understand fueled my heat and in no time this chippie’s cum-dumpster was boiling and soaking wet. My “John” picked me up and placed me on the bed, he played with my breasts and then sucked them, he then placed me on hands and knees he entered me in the doggy position.
All I could think of as he slowly slid inside me was “*****-*****-*****” I was paid and fucked now officially a pro now. When he got balls deep my cum-craver exploded with a tremendous orgasm and I couldn't stop them, I stayed in orgasmic bliss almost the whole time he was inside me. He fucked me hard like the ***** I was, he didn't care what I felt or how I reacted, this black man had paid for me and he was using me exactly as he pleased to bust a nut. At that pace it was not long till he reached that point and since I was nothing but a ***** he just slammed his cock into me hard and bareback then emptied his balls inside me.
This really scared me I had ovulated late, the reason I don't know but a woman's cycle is not always consistent, Instead of the extra days I thought there was a slight possibility I may not be far enough outside my fertile zone and still have a live egg inside me. I was almost not going to add the option but I had given my word to Mr.S. that I would on this occasion. To this man however I'm nothing more then a bought ***** and he paid extra for the right to fuck me bareback and blast his load of cum inside me.
Maybe he was even wishing whatever type of birth control I was using would fail and he would knock this white ***** up. My first “John” had no idea I was not on any birth control and he was putting his seed in my unprotected baby-maker. I felt his cock pulse as he released squirt after squirt of his afro-sperm so deep inside as my mind wandered across all these scenarios. I can’t explain why but flirting with disaster really gives me my most powerful orgasms.
With him finished with me, I recovered from that orgasm then used his bathroom to cleaned up and ready myself for my next John. That night I kept going back to that bar and had another glass of wine and since it was private party it stayed open all night. Word got around quickly that this sexy redhead was a ***** and I turned six tricks that night and two were threesomes. Each trick gave me more money and more orgasms but none as intense as those I had the first time I fucked as a real pro.
I went home around 5AM with more than the money I earned, that night changed me forever I could no longer think of myself the same way. I lost a little of my self respect that night and I will never get it back. I also found I had more respect for the women that worked hard or did these things to provide for themselves and their families but still have little for those whores that feed their addictions and pimps. I also gained a sort of sexual freedom and this has released many inhibitions I may have had. I could also see how a paid-pro could become numb to sex doing that all the time but for me the first time was very degrading but also thrilling.
I was up all night and from 11PM to 5AM this ***** turned those six tricks fucking eight black men in all. When I got home, dawn was coming. I was exhausted, no one was up I just went to my room, got undressed and crashed on my bed nude. Too tired to clean up I just fell asleep as I was and would clean myself and things up later. I awoke a new woman no longer the sheltered and naive woman I was not so long ago but then no longer the respectable mother and wife either. A few weeks later I again found I had dodged the bullet and was not pregnant.
Am I happier, yes very much so, the sex and experiences to date have been marvelous. These experiences have so far been the most exciting times of my life and instead of a woman growing old wishing she had, I now have these memories to grow old with.
I have also decided to get on the birth control shots but before I do I may let Mr.S. have just one more shot at my eggs.
Reality truly is stranger then fiction and I really have been a very naughty girl.
Vivian
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