A Professional Woman – Amy’s story as told to Curt Bruch
As ever when the midnight hour heralds the dawn of another new year I enjoy a solitary celebration sitting in my cosy apartment, drink in hand, and reflect what has passed and speculate on the maybes to come.
Whilst some may think that to have reached nearly a half century of birthdays and still be an uncommitted single without a life partner to share one’s joys and struggles is something to be pitied. Should anyone be foolish enough to say that to me then I will politely counter that there is a better way to live one’s life without taking on the burdens and responsibilities of someone who, in all probability, didn’t live up to the rosy expectations of youth. No, I need nobody’s pity for my life has turned out rather well and as time goes by I have even less cause for regrets.
I graduated nearly 30 years ago with a first in Business Studies and then gained my Masters shortly thereafter. My adolescent dream was to go into medicine but maybe I was not as smart as I thought myself to be and so the world of business attracted my interest instead. However, my interest for medicine was not to be denied, with my studies completed and my diploma firmly held in hand I applied and succeeded in gaining a post with a London Teaching Hospital within their finance department. The experience I gained in my first proper job, spent ‘learning the ropes’, held me in good stead and I have steadily and surely improved my position over the years by moving on when I’ve accurately gauged the time to be right and to go and work for other organisations, usually with a promotion. Indeed, a measure of my standing and expertise within the world of Medical finance is that I am regularly being head-hunted by competitors and encouraged to jump ship and transfer my loyalties elsewhere. But, for the moment, I am content with my present lot as Finance Director for a prestigious Private Health Trust based in Harley Street, doing a job that entails frequent overseas travel and at the same time pays me a very agreeable salary as part of a generous package. I regard myself as being the epitome of a Professional woman.
However, whilst I may have successfully climbed the ladder of professional success, life hasn’t been without its downside for living is not all about work and in the past I have had quite a few disappointments with relationships that had resulted in me being very suspicious and cautious whenever a specimen of the opposite sex has wandered into my social frame. I pointedly say ‘had’ for it has been over the past couple of years that things have radically changed and the improvement in quality of my ‘downtime’ has increased exponentially. To explain:
Growing up I was no different in satisfying my needs and urges than any other teenager/student/undergraduate. The years up to and including Uni were a bit of a substance-fuelled haze and sex was frequent and rapid (sometimes I even knew the name of the boy involved) but it was never deemed satisfactory as far as I was concerned. Invariably the boy involved would fire off before I had even gotten fully aroused and if he was one who did have any staying power then either he had little idea of his way around a woman’s body and how to provide a modicum of pleasure on his journey or, worse, he had a small penis that was incapable of providing that pleasure. No, my sex life was not a great success and my experiences to date had given me no great enthusiasm to explore further. Thankfully I had a great circle of girlfriends and took much solace in my self-imposed celibacy sharing with them the injustices and inadequacies of the opposite sex. Indeed, some of the counselling sessions that I had with one or two of them introduce me to the world of Sappho but the emotions generated during those gentle couplings were not sufficiently strong enough for me to then declare myself a signed-up Lesbian; it was nice though.
Over the years my workload and responsibilities increased in a satisfactory manner which was in direct contrast to any satisfaction gained from my equally increasing sex drive. I took pleasure from an increasing collection of toys, dildoes; vibrators; beads. I even invested in a ‘Magic Wand’. They all provided physical stimulation but the pleasure bestowed was nothing when compared when my comforters were used in conjunction with my other salvation, the Internet; the repository of a world of imagination and suggestion.
I cannot recall how long ago it was that my trawling around this exciting world and visiting different sites led me to ones that predominately featured sex between white women and black men. Whenever, it was from that moment my interest in black cock was sparked and I increasingly sought out websites that catered for the ‘genre’ and found myself constantly aroused at the thought of being fucked by some of the magnificent specimens I was viewing on-line. My fantasies were further fuelled by my purchase of another vibrator; this time I chose to buy one that was big, long, fat and black. Oh, the times I enjoyed the company of my new black friend.
It was a short hop from indulging my fantasies to deciding to investigate the real thing. Everything I had viewed on line only fed the conviction that black men were not only better endowed but from what I had seen, albeit allowing for a little artistic licence, had impressive staying power and had the potential to satisfy my needs. However, I was not going to let myself into a situation which I couldn’t control or rush into areas such as anonymous chat rooms where, who knows, what dangers might lurk. No, I would approach this endeavour with every precaution; with the same manner and cautions that I would apply to any new business in my professional life. After all, this would be a major project and I needed to minimise risk to maximise success.
Having decided to go down this path the first task was to set out my requirements which was fairly straightforward; my BBC had to be attached to a similar professional or other well educated, financially comfortable person.
The second task was identifying where to look.
The third task on my project plan was the recognition that I was in danger of over-thinking and complicating this whole thing and I was saved from myself by developments at work which provided the solution.
A major aspect of my work entailed the management of foreign customers, companies mainly, who had contracts for private healthcare so that any required medical treatments for their employees could be carried out in UK clinics. For years the business focus had been primarily on the Middle East and the rich Gulf states and although I often had to travel to the likes of Dubai and Abu Dhabi to promote my company I found little attraction in the individuals I met mainly due to their misogynistic cultural attitudes towards women. However, things for me turned around when West African states began to be added to our customer base and I began to interact with executives from Ghanaian and Nigerian companies. What a refreshing difference in their approach and it took but a few visits for me to become comfortable and familiar to be in the company of these charming black men.
It was on a visit to Lagos to meet with a private hospital that my world changed. I was there to finalise a contract that would provide teaching facilities in UK for their interns and I was introduced to Charles, a doctor who would be the first ‘student’ to attend a post-graduate specialist course. He was a handsome and well educated man and after the meeting ended he invited me to celebrate the success of closing the deal by going out to dinner. I was staying at a five star hotel which had a restaurant and night club and when he suggested we celebrate there I happily accepted silently pleased at not having to venture too far from the comfort of the hotel. We had an evening of dining, pleasant conversation (deliberately not about work) intermingled with a little dancing. It was when we danced and he held me close that I could feel that he most definitely had other things in mind beyond work and dancing; his cock felt huge pressed against me. It was then I recognised that the time had come and I knew from the way Charles had been flirting the whole evening long that we would finalise our celebrations in my room and I would be introduced to my first black cock.
We left the restaurant and passed through the lobby under the knowing glances of waiters and reception staff and took the lift to the sixth floor and my suite. I was so eager that even before the room door had clicked shut I was reaching a hand behind me to find the zip on my cocktail dress. Charles straightaway helped and I felt his hand pull the zip down and with a shuck of my shoulders the dress fell to the floor and I stepped out, turned and almost fell into his arms. No words were spoken as we kissed and embraced as we somehow shuffled our way toward the bed. I felt the edge of the bed behind my knees and I sat down and with unladylike haste I tore at his belt and loosened his trousers. He politely stood there as I fumbled with the fastenings but being the perfect gentleman he assisted me with the task and within a few seconds his trousers fell to his ankles and I was treated to the promise of something magically as I was confronted by a protrusion tenting his white boxer shorts. I looked up and held his gaze as I pulled at the waistband of his shorts but feeling resistance to my efforts returned my focus to find his swollen cock was somewhat trapped by his underwear! A little more concentration and my effort was rewarded by the sight of a penis that was everything my dreams had promised; it was thick, long and black and had a glans that could only be properly called a knob; it was a thing of beauty and was mine to worship.
I lay back on the bed and pulled off my own underwear as he got shod of his shirt and, thankfully, his socks (nothing more of a turn off to me than a naked man still wearing socks!) I don’t recall we spent much time on foreplay as he knelt between my spread legs and pointed that monstrous extrusion at my vagina which I knew even without touching was sopping wet with expectation. The moment had come and I looked at him as he grasped his stiff black cock in his soft black hand and pressed forward to spread my white gaping pussy lips. It felt huge as he pushed and my fleeting thought was his size is going to take a lot of adjusting to .... but I was dedicated to the cause ... and he slid straight in and I gasped as I sensed my insides being completely filled; it felt wonderful and only got better as he began to gently to rock back and forth .
Our ‘celebrations’ went on far into the night and Charles was an imaginative and gentle lover who encouraged and respected me as we fucked in every conceivable position. I had countless orgasms whilst he, dear boy, seemingly had endless stamina and self-control and it was only during our final coupling that he allowed himself the pleasure of ejaculating his spunk deep inside my womb. He was still pulsing and dribbling when he slowly withdrew that magnificent black shaft all coated in our combined juices.
The time came for him to go and I almost felt relieved when he took his leave. As the door closed behind him I tentatively touched my tender pussy; there was no doubt that that I had fully adjusted to the size and it was gorgeous. As I sank back quite exhausted under the bedclothes my retiring thought was I should have done this twenty years ago.
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I returned to London the following day and was able to report to my colleagues that my business in Lagos had been very satisfactorily concluded albeit that to them I was only referring to company issues. The conversation I had with myself was quite different for I was inwardly buzzing at the memory of the wonderful evening when I had been royally fucked in the most delightful way by a charming, well-endowed black man. All my dreams had come true and my bites of this delicious cherry had me craving for more of the same. A smile wreathed my face at the thought that Charles would soon be coming to London himself and, even though we had only just met, plans were already set for the few weeks of his stay.
It was a week later when I got the call that confirmed his safe arrival. As arranged by my department he was staying at a hotel not far from the hospital where he would be doing his training. A very convenient arrangement for it was also quite close to my apartment in North London.
His three weeks was spent in the most agreeable and productive fashion with him during the weekdays being totally focussed on his training and the nights and weekends being totally focussed on me. In our free-time we ‘did the sights’; went to the theatre; wined and dined in the finest restaurants but, at the end of every day, we would return to either his hotel or to my flat where we have the most delicious dessert of his gorgeous big fat black cock violating my welcoming pussy. For me lovemaking had been taken to a whole new level and I could not get enough of being attended to in such an agreeable manner. Charles was the perfect companion and the combination of his sophistication; his intelligence; his charm and consideration toward me together with that beautiful fat cock that never seemed to soften was the complete package as far as I was concerned. The thought of going back to the inferior white version just didn’t enter my mind.
However, what did concern me was the reality that Charles would be returning home and I would be denied what I had come to crave. He recognised my dilemma and being the considerate person I had come to adore he proposed a solution that would compensate me for the loss of him filling my vagina with his wonderful penis; he made the naughty suggestion that I might entertain his successors who would be coming to UK for the same course that he had completed. At first I was taken aback by the scandalous idea; for heaven’s sake I might have given Charles the erroneous impression that I was an easy lay but after my blushes faded I realised the proposal was not such a silly idea. After all, I suspected that his colleagues would be of the same mould as himself and surely if I took sensible precautions I would find solace and satisfaction similar to that provided by Charles without having to ****** myself unnecessarily.
Charles completed his post-graduate medical degree and I accompanied him to Heathrow to see him catch his flight back to Nigeria. As we parted he confided that his priority when he returned to work was to research the fellows who would soon be coming over for the same course and to advise and confirm their suitability. How exciting.
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I had a few weeks of recovery before the next batch of post-graduates arrived in London. Charles had identified to me four of them whom he thought would fit my requirements and as agreed I, not quite surreptitiously, carried out ‘interviews’. My interviewing technique was really quite simple. As part of the arrival process when they checked in through admin at my hospital I would suggest that as part of our welcome they might by way of an introduction to London-life like to accompanying me to lunch at one of the many excellent restaurants in the area. It was not a very subtle ploy, I admit, but it did allow me the perfect opportunity to observe and confirm the ‘target’ had what it takes to be my new boyfriend. So it was that on four consecutive days I had the pleasure of a new black beau who may, or may not, have realised what the endgame was.
I certainly had a lot of fun as I conducted my survey but at the end of the exhausting week it was Adewole who was my choice. He was darker-skinned than Charles but he provided everything I had come to expect; he was funny, very smart, considerate and, best of all, as I discovered on our first date his penis was an equal size, if not bigger, than Charles.
Adewole’s 3 months was busy to say the least for not only did he have his course to complete but he had family connections in UK to attend to and then there was his new passion, me. We quickly settled into a routine of sorts and most evenings, once his studies for the day were complete, we would be found spending time together either in his hotel or, at weekends, staying over in my flat. It worked really well and I loved getting well taken care of by a black cock that not only never seemed to lose its erection but was attached to a toned body that just kept going and going; his stamina and imagination amazed me. We fucked and sucked in every textbook position and then some more and then just as I thought things couldn’t get any better, it did, he had recognised my awakening desire for diversity and suggested an introduction to his 20 year old brother who is attending University here in UK.
I was unsure at first how to proceed given here I was, a mature lady approaching her 50th birthday and was now being encouraged to engage with a boy just out of his teens. But Adewole was insistent that his younger sibling was a nice fellow and would provide the variety he suspected I was looking for, or, as he put it, broaden my scope.
It was the weekend after the suggestion was made that Edem, his brother, came to London to meet up with Adewole and I joined them for a night out. My first impression was that he was cute but I wasn’t sure if I could see myself spending intimate moments with him. However, first impressions are not all they are cracked up to be and as the weekend progressed and I spent more time in their company I came to appreciate Edem that despite his relative youth had the same easy charm and gentleness that I had come to appreciate about these black African men and it was the following weekend that I eventually got together with the brother.
After another night of fun on the town we returned to my apartment and it was clear from all the signals that this was the moment when I would, as Adewole put it, be broadening my horizons. However, I could sense that Edem was a little shy and embarrassed at the prospect of what I hoped would be the outcome and I had a discrete word with Adewole and made it clear that I would not be participating in any group sex or mini gang-bang or such. Adewole had previously hinted that he had hoped he might have been able to join in or, at the least, watch but being the perfect gentleman quite understood my concerns and after a couple of drinks made his excuses and left the two of us alone.
The evening didn’t quite go as I had envisaged. Edem was nervous as a kitten and I had to constantly reassure him that I was so pleased to be alone in his company and that I really wanted to feel him in every way. My soothing talk and, dare I call it, dominant manner had him naked in next to no time and I was delighted to see as I pulled his pants down that he had a cock that although not yet fully erect was almost as big as his brother’s. It took me just a few touches and strokes of this magnificent ebony organ to arouse it into a formidable shaft and I leant down and licked the shiny plum that was straining to escape from his foreskin. I don’t think that he had ever been treated in such a fashion before and his excitement was palpable as I softly grasped the beautiful cock and pulled the restraining sheath down to fully ****** his knob. My heart gave a flip as he pushed forward and encouraged me to open my wet mouth growling in a whisper, “suck it; go on, suck it.”
I really didn’t need him to ask for that’s exactly what I had in mind, to take him and give him an introductory blow job. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to encompass this magnificent black sweetmeat and it seemed to take but a few seconds of sucking and stroking before I felt him begin to jerk and shudder and my mouth was flooded with his premature ejaculation. I continued sucking and did my best to swallow his early gift but the young virile boy seemed to have an endless supply and at the risk of gagging I lifted off and as his pulsing cock emerged from my mouth he was still spurting his orgasm over my face. He began to apologise but I looked up at him and smiled my approval and licked my lips before moving to give him a kiss. I then whispered that, ‘it was his turn’, and pulled him down and held his head and guided him to my pussy. He needed no further instruction and he instinctively began to lick and probe with both his tongue and his fingers to give me two delicious orgasms. I squealed and sighed in response and my reaction of him so pleasuring me clearly delighted him and I found that to be so endearing.
I lifted my head from the pillow as he knelt back between my spread legs to see his face covered with both a huge smile and my juices. I smiled back and was pleased to see that his cock was once again fully erect and dribbling pre-cum onto the bedclothes. He needed no directions from me and I held out my arms and pulling him toward me he instinctively slid his stiff black shiny penis straight into my welcoming pussy. I couldn’t help myself and gave a yelp as he thrust his full length inside me and I felt his balls press against my bum but it was a cry of pleasure, not of pain or surprise. I held him around the waist and hugged him and whispered encouragements in his ear. I’m not sure whether anything I was saying made sense but after a few moments of laying still inside me he began to properly fuck and the feeling of his stiff cock filling me so completely as he moved back and forth quickly bought me to yet another orgasm. I squeezed my legs together to increase the friction and that was enough for him to once again to begin spurting and pulsing his hot semen into me as another premature ejaculation overtook him. Oh, the delights of the vigour of youth.
Edem collapsed on top of me his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Clearly all this intimate bedroom activity was a new experience for him and once he had regained the power of speech he apologised for his shortcomings and said he hoped I wasn’t disappointed in his performance.
Silly boy, I was delighted and charmed and told him so. I told him that we had the whole weekend for him to refine his technique and assured him that the more we fucked then the longer he would last. The next 48 hours were spent putting my theories to the test.
Sunday evening and an exhausted and contented Edem left to go back to his university leaving an equally exhausted and contented me to get my breath back and ready for the week ahead.
It was the following day that Adewole reappeared and I thanked him for his discretion in leaving me alone with his brother. He smiled and said that it was the least he could do for me knowing that I might not be ready to be quite so open with sharing my treasures in company. However, this was said in a jokey manner for he said he had other news that might make me change my mind.
I already knew he had other family and he shared the news that his older brother, a lawyer, will be visiting London shortly from Nigeria. Adewole had previously shared family pictures with me and I had seen both video and some pictures which showed his brother to be a big man in every dimension but in a good way for he is very sporty (apparently he plays amateur American Football). I had already made admiring comments about him so Adewole sensed, correctly, that I might like to make him ‘feel welcome'. I agreed but, again, only on a solo basis.
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The older brother was just delicious. He was a size up on Adewole who is 10 inches when erect and I was open-mouthed with trepidation when I saw what he was offering and really thought I would not be able to handle it. It was on the third day of his visits before I could fully accommodate him. I felt very proud of myself.
He was only in London for the week and I felt duty-bound to give him my best so that he would have something good to remember of his visit for I knew that he was having a rough time with whatever business it was that he was here to deal with. However, it would be dishonest of me to say that it was only his interests I had at heart for once I had become accustomed of being impaled by this delicious monster I was constantly wet with the anticipation of his next visit.
I was most disappointed when the time came for him to return home.
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After Big Brother had returned to Nigeria it was back to what had become my ‘new normal’ of dating Adewole. He had obviously shared notes with his brother and had no need to ask if I had enjoyed his brother’s company for my smile at the mention of his name spoke volumes.
But nothing stays the same and there was a new development in my life when Adewole invited me to lunch with him. He said that his younger brother Edem was going to be in town with a friend from university and Adewole knowing my newly developed interests suggested it would be a good opportunity to meet yet another candidate to be assessed for entry in my little black book.
We three went out to lunch where I was introduced to the friend who is Ghanaian. My first impression was that he looked cute but for my purposes cuteness isn't a qualification and it doesn't follow it will be enough to get him some action.
In the event we had a pleasant enough time over the meal table but I sensed that the 'friend' had only come along on the London visit as an opportunity to have a look around of a place that he had only read about. Certainly there was no interest shown in me or sparks struck with the Ghanaian friend so clearly nothing was going to happen with him. We parted as friends on the restaurant steps where Edem made it very clear he would be accompanying me and that the friend could go off and make his own way to go do whatever he wanted elsewhere. 'How rude,' I thought but was relieved at the outcome for the friend really was quite dull and I hadn't relished the thought of spending any more time in his company when the alternative was so much more exciting.
We said our goodbyes and Ghanaian and Adewole went one way (Adewole had to return to work) and Edem and I went the other which took us via a couple of stops on the underground to my flat. Once the front door closed behind us we went straight through to my bedroom and in next to no time were laying naked in my bed and I was reintroduced to that lovely fat black cock which Edem has learnt so well under my guidance to give me delicious satisfaction.
We spent the rest of the rest of the afternoon reminding ourselves of the joys that comes from slipping a thick black cock into an accommodating white pussy. We must have fucked in every position and I lost count of the orgasms this dear boy gave me. For his part it was clear that his favourite position is doggy and he loved to bury himself deep inside me, stay still while he fondled and stroked my clit and nipples. I delighted to feel his hands on me so and as I felt my orgasm approaching I would clamp and squeeze on him the effect of which would then be enough for him to explode his orgasm deep inside me. Different but delicious.
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Once again I had to face the reality of my boyfriend leaving me to go home after having completing his course but I was unconcerned for although I had become very fond of Adewole it was never a romantic attachment and I regarded the parting as being part of a cycle that is set to be repeating itself.
Before he left for home he confirmed that there are six Medics from his hospital coming this year to take the post grad course in London. Adewole, like Charles before him, knew the people involved and knowing my preferences has identified three of these as fitting the profile for 'interview' and as soon as they have arrived in the UK these will commence shortly. I was very excited at the prospect.
The new batch arrived before Adewole had left and he graciously stepped aside as I made my introductions to the selected three and, as with my previous candidates, initiated my three stage interview technique. Firstly there is lunch at a restaurant (1 failed); secondly, a quickie at their place (no fails); finally, a sleepover at mine (no fails). The guy who made it through, Gayle, did so on my measures of stamina, girth and charm. He will take over as boyfriend this weekend after I have said my goodbyes to Adewole. I was looking forward to the new boy but was sad at the thought of saying goodbye to Adewole who flew back to Nigeria on the Friday.
However, my sadness didn’t last long for my new boyfriend worked out really well. He just amazes me with his stamina. Gayle could seemingly go for ages, give me orgasm after orgasm, cum and then 15 minutes later he is ready to go again! It was amazing.
It seems to be a thing with these Nigerian fellows that although their homeland is far away they all seem to have a close affinity to England in one way or another. Adewole had family and university connections which made him very familiar with being here; Gayle likewise has a connection inasmuch as his older brother, a member of the Nigerian Armed Forces, is in the UK on a secondment to Sandhurst, the British Military Academy. He has asked, very nicely, if I would like to go with his brother but I have not agreed .... Yet.
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I eventually met the elder brother. He is an officer in the Nigerian Army and in the UK for a training course with the British Army. Gayle invited him to join us for a weekend of socialising and I was taken with his natural air of authority and slightly menacing undertone; very stimulating. To him, there was no question that we would go to bed and I was in no mood to refuse his advances and suggestions.
It happened three days after we first met and what a different experience it was. I had no doubts that he would be well-equipped for the task ahead and I wasn’t disappointed. He undressed himself and I almost found myself purring when I saw his body, all toned muscles with not an ounce of fat to be seen. Clearly he was serious about fitness. However, my silent purr turned into an equally silent growl when he pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts to reveal a penis the size of a small baseball bat and just as smooth and rigid! Oh my, was I looking forward to having that invading me.
Keeping with the sporting analogy, he used his equipment as if he was conducting an anaerobic work out; our lovemaking was seemingly a series of exercises and he was not going to cum until he had worked up a good sweat. That took just under an hour during which time I was tossed and turned in every position as he thrust into my poor pussy without any pause or mercy. I lost count of the orgasms which constantly flowed over me, it was delicious.
Gayle was quite understanding when I declined his advances after his brother had returned to Sandhurst. I was out of action for three days but it was worth it.
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With my significant birthday approaching a decision was made to go and make merry in the warmth and excitement of Barbados. Despite my new found passion for Black cock I had never in all the time I was being so well taken of deserted my girlfriends and it was natural that I would want to share my celebrations with them. So it was that we flew out of Gatwick on a cold and wintery November morning and began our party with Champagne and all the other good stuff that Business Class can provide. I was advised to seat myself on the left hand side of the cabin so that I would get the earliest possible view of the island as we approached to land. It was a delight to see as we banked around to land and I thought that my holiday was beginning in the best possible way. It was only to get better.
There was never any question as to where we would be staying given the significance of my becoming a whole fifty years old and I acted as if I was to the manor born when our taxi swooped through the entrance way into the Sandy Lane hotel on the West coast. A luxury resort with every consideration provided with discretion as a top priority. I knew that I was going to enjoy my week here.
And so it proved for the beach was magnificent; the climate a perfect mix of sunshine and fluffy white clouds (with an occasional warm rain shower); amazing foods; endless supply of cocktails and, best of all, available young black men who were very keen to provide and indulge me in my passion. After acclimatising to the new time zone (which was an easy task when you have a rum cocktail to hand) our week morphed into a mix of laying out on sunbeds; flirting with the staff; going out to eat (or staying in, as the fancy took us) and invariably sometime throughout the day getting up close and personal with another black cock. We were spoilt for choice and I thought myself to be in some kind of heaven as yet another keen young man accepted my invite to come to my room.
Can I remember anyone in particular? The better question might be, how can I forget, for one day there was a reception being held in the hotel for local captains of businesses. The management were very clear that we ladies were more than welcome to join the party. Indeed, they were insistent as they wanted to balance the sexes and make the affair a more social gathering. Seeing the spread of foods and the elegant looking men we didn’t need to be asked twice.
The party itself was a fairly dull event with most of the men being more interested in swopping tales of the trials and tribulations of conducting business on this laid-back island rather than in chatting up the female company that was readily available. Save for the man that had made eye-contact with me early on and who was clearly as bored as me with the proceedings. He gradually made his way from across the room exchanging remarks with colleagues as he did so until he was at my side and looking at me in thinly disguised admiration said he was ‘something to do with property management and what did I do?’ We both knew that topic of conversation was of no interest whatever and after making a little more small talk our attentions turned to outright flirting; so much more interesting. We endured the company for as long as the formal part of the event allowed and then on his whispered suggestion I followed him out to the car park where we got into his car.
He introduced himself as Caley and said we would take a ride to his house where he would show me a better time that the talking shop at the hotel had provided. I told him I was all for that and, by the way, my name is Amy. He smiled and patted my leg knowingly. Before he started up he reached into the glove compartment and extracted a cigarette case from which he offered me an unmistakable home-rolled spliff. Oh my goodness, how many years had it been since I had pulled on one of those? Oh well, I’m on holiday and why not?
I lit up and dragged on the sweet smoke and instantly I was transported back to those hazy days of my youth. As I felt the beginnings of the hit we drove out and headed toward Bridgetown.
We continued on through Bridgetown and turned along the southern coast road that took us through the more cosmopolitan areas of the island. We passed by places that I had heard of, Accra beach; Worthing; St. Lawrence and ’The Gap’ and I was delighted at the glimpses of beaches and the little huts and Rum Shacks that crossed my gaze. All too soon we reached the outskirts of Oistins where we turned off the main road into a side street populated by a few houses stood. He pulled into a driveway of a nice looking villa and being the perfect gentleman he hopped out and opened my door and bade me to follow him. I was already tingling with anticipation at what I knew was going to be my fate. I’m not sure what expression I had on my face when we entered the sitting room and he introduced me to his wife!
CherieAnn was seated in a wheelchair and she held out her hand to take mine in greeting. I was a little flustered I must admit but, being the professional person I believe myself to be, hoped it didn’t show. Caley meantime was already pulling at his clothes and making himself comfortable which I thought to be a little odd. Wearing only his underpants he went to the kitchen and without asking poured drinks which he then bought back to us where I sat in awkward silence. CherieAnn accepted hers and held up the glass to salute us both with a cheery ‘cheers’ and my reserve was broken.
Caley sat beside me on the couch and putting his drink to one side turned and gave me a warm embrace. I was startled and wondered whatever was going on; what’s this all about. I glanced at his wife who was looking at us and clearly quite relaxed about her husband openly fondling another woman.
Caley slid his hand beneath my blouse and I felt his hand give my breast a soft squeeze. Oh my, this was getting really weird, I thought but given there were no sounds of protest I decided to just enjoy the attention and, hmm, yes it did feel nice. Encouraged by his attentions I undid the buttons and allowed him unfettered access to my tits which were partially covered by my best lacey half cup bra. Oh my, did that do the trick. He leaned down and began to kiss and lick at my heaving chest. Oh goodness, this really is getting odd I thought as once again looked across toward CherieAnn. She still remained passive in her wheelchair other than she had slipped her own hand inside her top and was clearly massaging her own breast in time with her husband’s pace.
I sat back and abandoned myself to Caley’s attentions. He didn’t need any instructions on what pleased me and I sighed in appreciation of his lips and tongue brushing over my breasts. I reached behind me and unsnapped the clasp of my bra and my pleasure went up another level as he then focussed on my erect nipples flicking and nipping them in the most delightful fashion. I squirmed in appreciation and my hand fell to come to rest on lap or, rather, on the tented protrusion of his shorts. Oh my goodness, ‘what do we have here’ was my fleeting thought. I didn’t have to ponder for long; he lifted his butt from the seat and pulled off this last remaining piece of clothing to reveal a gorgeous stiff black cock that was already oozing pre-cum from a shiny purple glans. Just my kind of treat; I returned my hand and gave him an approving squeeze before getting to my knees and getting more personal.
Like every black man who had been entered into my little black book he was well-endowed to the point of being ridiculous. Long; thick, veiny and topped by a bulbous knob that just begged to be sucked ... which is what I did next. He lay back and let me have my way. I completely ignored the reality that behind me I had his wife looking on as I lowered my head to take him into my welcoming mouth. He groaned his approval and put his hand behind my head and softly stroked my hair as I began to bob up and down. Behind me I heard CherieAnn’s encouragement of, ‘hmm, that looks nice’.
I grasped him (with some difficulty given he was so thick and fat) and continued to suck and lick at his lovely warm penis which was filling my wet mouth. Occasionally I would feel him give a little jerk as I scrapped his cock with my teeth; clearly he found that very stimulating and enjoyable. Now oblivious to anything but my enjoyment I reached down with my free hand and eased the gusset of my panties to one side and slid first one, then two fingers inside my sopping vagina. It had been a long time since I felt the need to masturbate but this whole scenario had me so horny I could hardly contain myself. We got into some kind of rhythm and I felt myself to beginning to react to my own administrations as my first climax began to build. Caley likewise began to show signs that his own crisis was approaching and as he twitched up and down I had difficulty holding him in my mouth. Suddenly he pulled out and with me still holding and wanking his delicious cock my face was sprayed in a powerful ejaculation of his spunk. The spurts just kept coming and somewhere in between I was absorbed by my own orgasm and I felt my fingers being flooded with my hot sticky juices. I fell to one side in a giggling heap as I tried to gain both my breath and to use the back of my hand to wipe away the semen that covered my eyes and face.
I leaned back against the edge of the sofa and gladly accepted Caley’s offer of a tissue to wipe off the mess that sullied my face. It was as I regained the gift of sight that I then heard voices behind me and I turned to see that we had been joined by someone else. It was a young man and I was a little confused as he was seemingly oblivious of my position of being sat on the floor with my legs apart and displaying very wet underwear as he leaned over and gave CherieAnn a kiss on her cheek.
Caley gave a laugh and called him over and introduced the boy as his son, Jerome. The young man whom I guessed to be in his late teens, maybe early 20s, held out his hand and shook mine as I thought what a ridiculous situation to be in and was this really happening; his father half naked slumped on the sofa with his softening cock still dribbling cum onto his groin; his mother seated in a wheelchair with much of her breasts ******* for us all to see and me lying on the floor in a most unladylike position. What the hell was going on?
Caley pulled me to feet and said by way of explanation something to the effect of, “We are a pretty relaxed household here. CherieAnn since her accident can’t walk or do much else below the waist and she likes to see me enjoy myself as she can’t...” He must have seen my continuing look of confusion and interpreted that as being directed towards the presence of Jerome, his son. “.. and she likes to see her son being a man.”
This was bonkers but seemingly it was only me that had that thought for the three of them were smiling at the potted explanation and CherieAnn concurred with a “It’s good and fine Honey. Everything is cool here. Lay back and enjoy yourself,” or something to that effect.
I sat back on the sofa alongside Caley. He leaned over and once again gave me an embrace which I responded to by kissing him back with the evidence of his cum still coating my face. I felt his hand drop to my thigh as we continued to invade each other’s mouths with our tongues and it took him no time at all to find my pussy and to stroke his hand up and down my very wet labia. I responded by opening my legs wider and was rewarded by the feeling of his fingers slipping easily into my cunt (yes, I have to call it that for although I am normally a lady of good taste and refinement at that moment the combination of having consumed too many Rum Punches together with the effect of the weed I had smoked seemed to have turned me into some kind of slut). I was his to do what he wanted and what he wanted was for me to be fucked by Jerome.
Jerome clearly knew what was expected of him and had already slipped off his shorts and was standing in front of us with an impressive looking erection which he was slowly stroking. I’m guessing that the sight of his father with his hand slipping in and out of my gaping pussy was not an unusual occurrence and that I was most probably yet another willing female that had bought to the house for their gratification.
Caley saw that his son was properly equipped and he moved away from me and beckoned him with a nod. Jerome needed no further invitation and he stepped between my legs and knelt down so that the bulbous head of his lovely stiff cock was positioned between the lips of my pussy which I was obligingly holding apart. With no further ceremony he thrust forward and slipped that delightful weapon into me so that once again I was filled with pleasure and joy. He grunted his satisfaction as he felt my warmth grip him; his mother added her approval with a muttered, ‘good boy, fuck her good’.
And fuck me good he did with all the vigour of youth that is so impressive and enjoyable. I abandoned myself to his thrusting and was rewarded with a continuous stream of orgasms which I announced with squeals and sighs. Caley added to my enjoyment by fondling and kissing my breasts whilst at the same time stroking his cock which responded and was once again at full strength. How long we fucked, I have no idea, but it was clear that Jerome was nearing his peak and with a cry he suddenly pulled out and moved up onto the sofa and shoved his shiny wet cock in front of my face inviting me to take him in my mouth. I had hardly time to part my lips before he began to cum profusely and once again I felt the hot streams of a man’s spunk splatter my face. I squealed in response but it was not in protest for I really wanted to take him so. He sank back on the seat and I turned and knelt on the sofa alongside him and took his engorged cock into my mouth and began to prolong his pleasure by giving him the best blow job my weed-fuddled head could provide. He was still spurting and dribbling out his cum as I felt movement behind me and was soon feeling my own gratification as Caley slid his stiff black cock into me and started to doggy fuck me in the most delightful fashion.
What a surreal scene we must have made. The father fucking a woman who was sucking his son whilst observing it all with approval his wife who was sitting openly masturbating as she caressed her bare breasts.
How long we spent, I have no idea but it was dark as Caley drove me back to Sandy Lane exhausted and extremely satisfied with what had been a satisfactory way to end my holiday. We said our goodbyes and I made my way back to my room where I shared a little of what had happened with my girlfriends; not everything, mind, but just enough to answer their queries as to whether I had enjoyed myself.
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Such were the thoughts and reminiscences that passed through my mind when, as I said at the beginning of this tale, I sat with my celebratory drink in my flat and saw the arrival of the New Year. It had been quite a ride and I was still very much the person I endeavoured to be albeit that I had after a frenetic 12 months plenty more memories to add to my experience and, more importantly, additional entries to my little black book.
Gayle is due back from spending Christmas and the New Year with his family in Nigeria next week and I will then be able to resume what has now become my new ‘normal’ of having regular black cock provided by a well endowed gentleman. Yes, it has all turned out rather well but then why wouldn’t it for I am, if nothing else, a professional woman.
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As ever when the midnight hour heralds the dawn of another new year I enjoy a solitary celebration sitting in my cosy apartment, drink in hand, and reflect what has passed and speculate on the maybes to come.
Whilst some may think that to have reached nearly a half century of birthdays and still be an uncommitted single without a life partner to share one’s joys and struggles is something to be pitied. Should anyone be foolish enough to say that to me then I will politely counter that there is a better way to live one’s life without taking on the burdens and responsibilities of someone who, in all probability, didn’t live up to the rosy expectations of youth. No, I need nobody’s pity for my life has turned out rather well and as time goes by I have even less cause for regrets.
I graduated nearly 30 years ago with a first in Business Studies and then gained my Masters shortly thereafter. My adolescent dream was to go into medicine but maybe I was not as smart as I thought myself to be and so the world of business attracted my interest instead. However, my interest for medicine was not to be denied, with my studies completed and my diploma firmly held in hand I applied and succeeded in gaining a post with a London Teaching Hospital within their finance department. The experience I gained in my first proper job, spent ‘learning the ropes’, held me in good stead and I have steadily and surely improved my position over the years by moving on when I’ve accurately gauged the time to be right and to go and work for other organisations, usually with a promotion. Indeed, a measure of my standing and expertise within the world of Medical finance is that I am regularly being head-hunted by competitors and encouraged to jump ship and transfer my loyalties elsewhere. But, for the moment, I am content with my present lot as Finance Director for a prestigious Private Health Trust based in Harley Street, doing a job that entails frequent overseas travel and at the same time pays me a very agreeable salary as part of a generous package. I regard myself as being the epitome of a Professional woman.
However, whilst I may have successfully climbed the ladder of professional success, life hasn’t been without its downside for living is not all about work and in the past I have had quite a few disappointments with relationships that had resulted in me being very suspicious and cautious whenever a specimen of the opposite sex has wandered into my social frame. I pointedly say ‘had’ for it has been over the past couple of years that things have radically changed and the improvement in quality of my ‘downtime’ has increased exponentially. To explain:
Growing up I was no different in satisfying my needs and urges than any other teenager/student/undergraduate. The years up to and including Uni were a bit of a substance-fuelled haze and sex was frequent and rapid (sometimes I even knew the name of the boy involved) but it was never deemed satisfactory as far as I was concerned. Invariably the boy involved would fire off before I had even gotten fully aroused and if he was one who did have any staying power then either he had little idea of his way around a woman’s body and how to provide a modicum of pleasure on his journey or, worse, he had a small penis that was incapable of providing that pleasure. No, my sex life was not a great success and my experiences to date had given me no great enthusiasm to explore further. Thankfully I had a great circle of girlfriends and took much solace in my self-imposed celibacy sharing with them the injustices and inadequacies of the opposite sex. Indeed, some of the counselling sessions that I had with one or two of them introduce me to the world of Sappho but the emotions generated during those gentle couplings were not sufficiently strong enough for me to then declare myself a signed-up Lesbian; it was nice though.
Over the years my workload and responsibilities increased in a satisfactory manner which was in direct contrast to any satisfaction gained from my equally increasing sex drive. I took pleasure from an increasing collection of toys, dildoes; vibrators; beads. I even invested in a ‘Magic Wand’. They all provided physical stimulation but the pleasure bestowed was nothing when compared when my comforters were used in conjunction with my other salvation, the Internet; the repository of a world of imagination and suggestion.
I cannot recall how long ago it was that my trawling around this exciting world and visiting different sites led me to ones that predominately featured sex between white women and black men. Whenever, it was from that moment my interest in black cock was sparked and I increasingly sought out websites that catered for the ‘genre’ and found myself constantly aroused at the thought of being fucked by some of the magnificent specimens I was viewing on-line. My fantasies were further fuelled by my purchase of another vibrator; this time I chose to buy one that was big, long, fat and black. Oh, the times I enjoyed the company of my new black friend.
It was a short hop from indulging my fantasies to deciding to investigate the real thing. Everything I had viewed on line only fed the conviction that black men were not only better endowed but from what I had seen, albeit allowing for a little artistic licence, had impressive staying power and had the potential to satisfy my needs. However, I was not going to let myself into a situation which I couldn’t control or rush into areas such as anonymous chat rooms where, who knows, what dangers might lurk. No, I would approach this endeavour with every precaution; with the same manner and cautions that I would apply to any new business in my professional life. After all, this would be a major project and I needed to minimise risk to maximise success.
Having decided to go down this path the first task was to set out my requirements which was fairly straightforward; my BBC had to be attached to a similar professional or other well educated, financially comfortable person.
The second task was identifying where to look.
The third task on my project plan was the recognition that I was in danger of over-thinking and complicating this whole thing and I was saved from myself by developments at work which provided the solution.
A major aspect of my work entailed the management of foreign customers, companies mainly, who had contracts for private healthcare so that any required medical treatments for their employees could be carried out in UK clinics. For years the business focus had been primarily on the Middle East and the rich Gulf states and although I often had to travel to the likes of Dubai and Abu Dhabi to promote my company I found little attraction in the individuals I met mainly due to their misogynistic cultural attitudes towards women. However, things for me turned around when West African states began to be added to our customer base and I began to interact with executives from Ghanaian and Nigerian companies. What a refreshing difference in their approach and it took but a few visits for me to become comfortable and familiar to be in the company of these charming black men.
It was on a visit to Lagos to meet with a private hospital that my world changed. I was there to finalise a contract that would provide teaching facilities in UK for their interns and I was introduced to Charles, a doctor who would be the first ‘student’ to attend a post-graduate specialist course. He was a handsome and well educated man and after the meeting ended he invited me to celebrate the success of closing the deal by going out to dinner. I was staying at a five star hotel which had a restaurant and night club and when he suggested we celebrate there I happily accepted silently pleased at not having to venture too far from the comfort of the hotel. We had an evening of dining, pleasant conversation (deliberately not about work) intermingled with a little dancing. It was when we danced and he held me close that I could feel that he most definitely had other things in mind beyond work and dancing; his cock felt huge pressed against me. It was then I recognised that the time had come and I knew from the way Charles had been flirting the whole evening long that we would finalise our celebrations in my room and I would be introduced to my first black cock.
We left the restaurant and passed through the lobby under the knowing glances of waiters and reception staff and took the lift to the sixth floor and my suite. I was so eager that even before the room door had clicked shut I was reaching a hand behind me to find the zip on my cocktail dress. Charles straightaway helped and I felt his hand pull the zip down and with a shuck of my shoulders the dress fell to the floor and I stepped out, turned and almost fell into his arms. No words were spoken as we kissed and embraced as we somehow shuffled our way toward the bed. I felt the edge of the bed behind my knees and I sat down and with unladylike haste I tore at his belt and loosened his trousers. He politely stood there as I fumbled with the fastenings but being the perfect gentleman he assisted me with the task and within a few seconds his trousers fell to his ankles and I was treated to the promise of something magically as I was confronted by a protrusion tenting his white boxer shorts. I looked up and held his gaze as I pulled at the waistband of his shorts but feeling resistance to my efforts returned my focus to find his swollen cock was somewhat trapped by his underwear! A little more concentration and my effort was rewarded by the sight of a penis that was everything my dreams had promised; it was thick, long and black and had a glans that could only be properly called a knob; it was a thing of beauty and was mine to worship.
I lay back on the bed and pulled off my own underwear as he got shod of his shirt and, thankfully, his socks (nothing more of a turn off to me than a naked man still wearing socks!) I don’t recall we spent much time on foreplay as he knelt between my spread legs and pointed that monstrous extrusion at my vagina which I knew even without touching was sopping wet with expectation. The moment had come and I looked at him as he grasped his stiff black cock in his soft black hand and pressed forward to spread my white gaping pussy lips. It felt huge as he pushed and my fleeting thought was his size is going to take a lot of adjusting to .... but I was dedicated to the cause ... and he slid straight in and I gasped as I sensed my insides being completely filled; it felt wonderful and only got better as he began to gently to rock back and forth .
Our ‘celebrations’ went on far into the night and Charles was an imaginative and gentle lover who encouraged and respected me as we fucked in every conceivable position. I had countless orgasms whilst he, dear boy, seemingly had endless stamina and self-control and it was only during our final coupling that he allowed himself the pleasure of ejaculating his spunk deep inside my womb. He was still pulsing and dribbling when he slowly withdrew that magnificent black shaft all coated in our combined juices.
The time came for him to go and I almost felt relieved when he took his leave. As the door closed behind him I tentatively touched my tender pussy; there was no doubt that that I had fully adjusted to the size and it was gorgeous. As I sank back quite exhausted under the bedclothes my retiring thought was I should have done this twenty years ago.
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I returned to London the following day and was able to report to my colleagues that my business in Lagos had been very satisfactorily concluded albeit that to them I was only referring to company issues. The conversation I had with myself was quite different for I was inwardly buzzing at the memory of the wonderful evening when I had been royally fucked in the most delightful way by a charming, well-endowed black man. All my dreams had come true and my bites of this delicious cherry had me craving for more of the same. A smile wreathed my face at the thought that Charles would soon be coming to London himself and, even though we had only just met, plans were already set for the few weeks of his stay.
It was a week later when I got the call that confirmed his safe arrival. As arranged by my department he was staying at a hotel not far from the hospital where he would be doing his training. A very convenient arrangement for it was also quite close to my apartment in North London.
His three weeks was spent in the most agreeable and productive fashion with him during the weekdays being totally focussed on his training and the nights and weekends being totally focussed on me. In our free-time we ‘did the sights’; went to the theatre; wined and dined in the finest restaurants but, at the end of every day, we would return to either his hotel or to my flat where we have the most delicious dessert of his gorgeous big fat black cock violating my welcoming pussy. For me lovemaking had been taken to a whole new level and I could not get enough of being attended to in such an agreeable manner. Charles was the perfect companion and the combination of his sophistication; his intelligence; his charm and consideration toward me together with that beautiful fat cock that never seemed to soften was the complete package as far as I was concerned. The thought of going back to the inferior white version just didn’t enter my mind.
However, what did concern me was the reality that Charles would be returning home and I would be denied what I had come to crave. He recognised my dilemma and being the considerate person I had come to adore he proposed a solution that would compensate me for the loss of him filling my vagina with his wonderful penis; he made the naughty suggestion that I might entertain his successors who would be coming to UK for the same course that he had completed. At first I was taken aback by the scandalous idea; for heaven’s sake I might have given Charles the erroneous impression that I was an easy lay but after my blushes faded I realised the proposal was not such a silly idea. After all, I suspected that his colleagues would be of the same mould as himself and surely if I took sensible precautions I would find solace and satisfaction similar to that provided by Charles without having to ****** myself unnecessarily.
Charles completed his post-graduate medical degree and I accompanied him to Heathrow to see him catch his flight back to Nigeria. As we parted he confided that his priority when he returned to work was to research the fellows who would soon be coming over for the same course and to advise and confirm their suitability. How exciting.
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I had a few weeks of recovery before the next batch of post-graduates arrived in London. Charles had identified to me four of them whom he thought would fit my requirements and as agreed I, not quite surreptitiously, carried out ‘interviews’. My interviewing technique was really quite simple. As part of the arrival process when they checked in through admin at my hospital I would suggest that as part of our welcome they might by way of an introduction to London-life like to accompanying me to lunch at one of the many excellent restaurants in the area. It was not a very subtle ploy, I admit, but it did allow me the perfect opportunity to observe and confirm the ‘target’ had what it takes to be my new boyfriend. So it was that on four consecutive days I had the pleasure of a new black beau who may, or may not, have realised what the endgame was.
I certainly had a lot of fun as I conducted my survey but at the end of the exhausting week it was Adewole who was my choice. He was darker-skinned than Charles but he provided everything I had come to expect; he was funny, very smart, considerate and, best of all, as I discovered on our first date his penis was an equal size, if not bigger, than Charles.
Adewole’s 3 months was busy to say the least for not only did he have his course to complete but he had family connections in UK to attend to and then there was his new passion, me. We quickly settled into a routine of sorts and most evenings, once his studies for the day were complete, we would be found spending time together either in his hotel or, at weekends, staying over in my flat. It worked really well and I loved getting well taken care of by a black cock that not only never seemed to lose its erection but was attached to a toned body that just kept going and going; his stamina and imagination amazed me. We fucked and sucked in every textbook position and then some more and then just as I thought things couldn’t get any better, it did, he had recognised my awakening desire for diversity and suggested an introduction to his 20 year old brother who is attending University here in UK.
I was unsure at first how to proceed given here I was, a mature lady approaching her 50th birthday and was now being encouraged to engage with a boy just out of his teens. But Adewole was insistent that his younger sibling was a nice fellow and would provide the variety he suspected I was looking for, or, as he put it, broaden my scope.
It was the weekend after the suggestion was made that Edem, his brother, came to London to meet up with Adewole and I joined them for a night out. My first impression was that he was cute but I wasn’t sure if I could see myself spending intimate moments with him. However, first impressions are not all they are cracked up to be and as the weekend progressed and I spent more time in their company I came to appreciate Edem that despite his relative youth had the same easy charm and gentleness that I had come to appreciate about these black African men and it was the following weekend that I eventually got together with the brother.
After another night of fun on the town we returned to my apartment and it was clear from all the signals that this was the moment when I would, as Adewole put it, be broadening my horizons. However, I could sense that Edem was a little shy and embarrassed at the prospect of what I hoped would be the outcome and I had a discrete word with Adewole and made it clear that I would not be participating in any group sex or mini gang-bang or such. Adewole had previously hinted that he had hoped he might have been able to join in or, at the least, watch but being the perfect gentleman quite understood my concerns and after a couple of drinks made his excuses and left the two of us alone.
The evening didn’t quite go as I had envisaged. Edem was nervous as a kitten and I had to constantly reassure him that I was so pleased to be alone in his company and that I really wanted to feel him in every way. My soothing talk and, dare I call it, dominant manner had him naked in next to no time and I was delighted to see as I pulled his pants down that he had a cock that although not yet fully erect was almost as big as his brother’s. It took me just a few touches and strokes of this magnificent ebony organ to arouse it into a formidable shaft and I leant down and licked the shiny plum that was straining to escape from his foreskin. I don’t think that he had ever been treated in such a fashion before and his excitement was palpable as I softly grasped the beautiful cock and pulled the restraining sheath down to fully ****** his knob. My heart gave a flip as he pushed forward and encouraged me to open my wet mouth growling in a whisper, “suck it; go on, suck it.”
I really didn’t need him to ask for that’s exactly what I had in mind, to take him and give him an introductory blow job. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to encompass this magnificent black sweetmeat and it seemed to take but a few seconds of sucking and stroking before I felt him begin to jerk and shudder and my mouth was flooded with his premature ejaculation. I continued sucking and did my best to swallow his early gift but the young virile boy seemed to have an endless supply and at the risk of gagging I lifted off and as his pulsing cock emerged from my mouth he was still spurting his orgasm over my face. He began to apologise but I looked up at him and smiled my approval and licked my lips before moving to give him a kiss. I then whispered that, ‘it was his turn’, and pulled him down and held his head and guided him to my pussy. He needed no further instruction and he instinctively began to lick and probe with both his tongue and his fingers to give me two delicious orgasms. I squealed and sighed in response and my reaction of him so pleasuring me clearly delighted him and I found that to be so endearing.
I lifted my head from the pillow as he knelt back between my spread legs to see his face covered with both a huge smile and my juices. I smiled back and was pleased to see that his cock was once again fully erect and dribbling pre-cum onto the bedclothes. He needed no directions from me and I held out my arms and pulling him toward me he instinctively slid his stiff black shiny penis straight into my welcoming pussy. I couldn’t help myself and gave a yelp as he thrust his full length inside me and I felt his balls press against my bum but it was a cry of pleasure, not of pain or surprise. I held him around the waist and hugged him and whispered encouragements in his ear. I’m not sure whether anything I was saying made sense but after a few moments of laying still inside me he began to properly fuck and the feeling of his stiff cock filling me so completely as he moved back and forth quickly bought me to yet another orgasm. I squeezed my legs together to increase the friction and that was enough for him to once again to begin spurting and pulsing his hot semen into me as another premature ejaculation overtook him. Oh, the delights of the vigour of youth.
Edem collapsed on top of me his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Clearly all this intimate bedroom activity was a new experience for him and once he had regained the power of speech he apologised for his shortcomings and said he hoped I wasn’t disappointed in his performance.
Silly boy, I was delighted and charmed and told him so. I told him that we had the whole weekend for him to refine his technique and assured him that the more we fucked then the longer he would last. The next 48 hours were spent putting my theories to the test.
Sunday evening and an exhausted and contented Edem left to go back to his university leaving an equally exhausted and contented me to get my breath back and ready for the week ahead.
It was the following day that Adewole reappeared and I thanked him for his discretion in leaving me alone with his brother. He smiled and said that it was the least he could do for me knowing that I might not be ready to be quite so open with sharing my treasures in company. However, this was said in a jokey manner for he said he had other news that might make me change my mind.
I already knew he had other family and he shared the news that his older brother, a lawyer, will be visiting London shortly from Nigeria. Adewole had previously shared family pictures with me and I had seen both video and some pictures which showed his brother to be a big man in every dimension but in a good way for he is very sporty (apparently he plays amateur American Football). I had already made admiring comments about him so Adewole sensed, correctly, that I might like to make him ‘feel welcome'. I agreed but, again, only on a solo basis.
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The older brother was just delicious. He was a size up on Adewole who is 10 inches when erect and I was open-mouthed with trepidation when I saw what he was offering and really thought I would not be able to handle it. It was on the third day of his visits before I could fully accommodate him. I felt very proud of myself.
He was only in London for the week and I felt duty-bound to give him my best so that he would have something good to remember of his visit for I knew that he was having a rough time with whatever business it was that he was here to deal with. However, it would be dishonest of me to say that it was only his interests I had at heart for once I had become accustomed of being impaled by this delicious monster I was constantly wet with the anticipation of his next visit.
I was most disappointed when the time came for him to return home.
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After Big Brother had returned to Nigeria it was back to what had become my ‘new normal’ of dating Adewole. He had obviously shared notes with his brother and had no need to ask if I had enjoyed his brother’s company for my smile at the mention of his name spoke volumes.
But nothing stays the same and there was a new development in my life when Adewole invited me to lunch with him. He said that his younger brother Edem was going to be in town with a friend from university and Adewole knowing my newly developed interests suggested it would be a good opportunity to meet yet another candidate to be assessed for entry in my little black book.
We three went out to lunch where I was introduced to the friend who is Ghanaian. My first impression was that he looked cute but for my purposes cuteness isn't a qualification and it doesn't follow it will be enough to get him some action.
In the event we had a pleasant enough time over the meal table but I sensed that the 'friend' had only come along on the London visit as an opportunity to have a look around of a place that he had only read about. Certainly there was no interest shown in me or sparks struck with the Ghanaian friend so clearly nothing was going to happen with him. We parted as friends on the restaurant steps where Edem made it very clear he would be accompanying me and that the friend could go off and make his own way to go do whatever he wanted elsewhere. 'How rude,' I thought but was relieved at the outcome for the friend really was quite dull and I hadn't relished the thought of spending any more time in his company when the alternative was so much more exciting.
We said our goodbyes and Ghanaian and Adewole went one way (Adewole had to return to work) and Edem and I went the other which took us via a couple of stops on the underground to my flat. Once the front door closed behind us we went straight through to my bedroom and in next to no time were laying naked in my bed and I was reintroduced to that lovely fat black cock which Edem has learnt so well under my guidance to give me delicious satisfaction.
We spent the rest of the rest of the afternoon reminding ourselves of the joys that comes from slipping a thick black cock into an accommodating white pussy. We must have fucked in every position and I lost count of the orgasms this dear boy gave me. For his part it was clear that his favourite position is doggy and he loved to bury himself deep inside me, stay still while he fondled and stroked my clit and nipples. I delighted to feel his hands on me so and as I felt my orgasm approaching I would clamp and squeeze on him the effect of which would then be enough for him to explode his orgasm deep inside me. Different but delicious.
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Once again I had to face the reality of my boyfriend leaving me to go home after having completing his course but I was unconcerned for although I had become very fond of Adewole it was never a romantic attachment and I regarded the parting as being part of a cycle that is set to be repeating itself.
Before he left for home he confirmed that there are six Medics from his hospital coming this year to take the post grad course in London. Adewole, like Charles before him, knew the people involved and knowing my preferences has identified three of these as fitting the profile for 'interview' and as soon as they have arrived in the UK these will commence shortly. I was very excited at the prospect.
The new batch arrived before Adewole had left and he graciously stepped aside as I made my introductions to the selected three and, as with my previous candidates, initiated my three stage interview technique. Firstly there is lunch at a restaurant (1 failed); secondly, a quickie at their place (no fails); finally, a sleepover at mine (no fails). The guy who made it through, Gayle, did so on my measures of stamina, girth and charm. He will take over as boyfriend this weekend after I have said my goodbyes to Adewole. I was looking forward to the new boy but was sad at the thought of saying goodbye to Adewole who flew back to Nigeria on the Friday.
However, my sadness didn’t last long for my new boyfriend worked out really well. He just amazes me with his stamina. Gayle could seemingly go for ages, give me orgasm after orgasm, cum and then 15 minutes later he is ready to go again! It was amazing.
It seems to be a thing with these Nigerian fellows that although their homeland is far away they all seem to have a close affinity to England in one way or another. Adewole had family and university connections which made him very familiar with being here; Gayle likewise has a connection inasmuch as his older brother, a member of the Nigerian Armed Forces, is in the UK on a secondment to Sandhurst, the British Military Academy. He has asked, very nicely, if I would like to go with his brother but I have not agreed .... Yet.
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I eventually met the elder brother. He is an officer in the Nigerian Army and in the UK for a training course with the British Army. Gayle invited him to join us for a weekend of socialising and I was taken with his natural air of authority and slightly menacing undertone; very stimulating. To him, there was no question that we would go to bed and I was in no mood to refuse his advances and suggestions.
It happened three days after we first met and what a different experience it was. I had no doubts that he would be well-equipped for the task ahead and I wasn’t disappointed. He undressed himself and I almost found myself purring when I saw his body, all toned muscles with not an ounce of fat to be seen. Clearly he was serious about fitness. However, my silent purr turned into an equally silent growl when he pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts to reveal a penis the size of a small baseball bat and just as smooth and rigid! Oh my, was I looking forward to having that invading me.
Keeping with the sporting analogy, he used his equipment as if he was conducting an anaerobic work out; our lovemaking was seemingly a series of exercises and he was not going to cum until he had worked up a good sweat. That took just under an hour during which time I was tossed and turned in every position as he thrust into my poor pussy without any pause or mercy. I lost count of the orgasms which constantly flowed over me, it was delicious.
Gayle was quite understanding when I declined his advances after his brother had returned to Sandhurst. I was out of action for three days but it was worth it.
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With my significant birthday approaching a decision was made to go and make merry in the warmth and excitement of Barbados. Despite my new found passion for Black cock I had never in all the time I was being so well taken of deserted my girlfriends and it was natural that I would want to share my celebrations with them. So it was that we flew out of Gatwick on a cold and wintery November morning and began our party with Champagne and all the other good stuff that Business Class can provide. I was advised to seat myself on the left hand side of the cabin so that I would get the earliest possible view of the island as we approached to land. It was a delight to see as we banked around to land and I thought that my holiday was beginning in the best possible way. It was only to get better.
There was never any question as to where we would be staying given the significance of my becoming a whole fifty years old and I acted as if I was to the manor born when our taxi swooped through the entrance way into the Sandy Lane hotel on the West coast. A luxury resort with every consideration provided with discretion as a top priority. I knew that I was going to enjoy my week here.
And so it proved for the beach was magnificent; the climate a perfect mix of sunshine and fluffy white clouds (with an occasional warm rain shower); amazing foods; endless supply of cocktails and, best of all, available young black men who were very keen to provide and indulge me in my passion. After acclimatising to the new time zone (which was an easy task when you have a rum cocktail to hand) our week morphed into a mix of laying out on sunbeds; flirting with the staff; going out to eat (or staying in, as the fancy took us) and invariably sometime throughout the day getting up close and personal with another black cock. We were spoilt for choice and I thought myself to be in some kind of heaven as yet another keen young man accepted my invite to come to my room.
Can I remember anyone in particular? The better question might be, how can I forget, for one day there was a reception being held in the hotel for local captains of businesses. The management were very clear that we ladies were more than welcome to join the party. Indeed, they were insistent as they wanted to balance the sexes and make the affair a more social gathering. Seeing the spread of foods and the elegant looking men we didn’t need to be asked twice.
The party itself was a fairly dull event with most of the men being more interested in swopping tales of the trials and tribulations of conducting business on this laid-back island rather than in chatting up the female company that was readily available. Save for the man that had made eye-contact with me early on and who was clearly as bored as me with the proceedings. He gradually made his way from across the room exchanging remarks with colleagues as he did so until he was at my side and looking at me in thinly disguised admiration said he was ‘something to do with property management and what did I do?’ We both knew that topic of conversation was of no interest whatever and after making a little more small talk our attentions turned to outright flirting; so much more interesting. We endured the company for as long as the formal part of the event allowed and then on his whispered suggestion I followed him out to the car park where we got into his car.
He introduced himself as Caley and said we would take a ride to his house where he would show me a better time that the talking shop at the hotel had provided. I told him I was all for that and, by the way, my name is Amy. He smiled and patted my leg knowingly. Before he started up he reached into the glove compartment and extracted a cigarette case from which he offered me an unmistakable home-rolled spliff. Oh my goodness, how many years had it been since I had pulled on one of those? Oh well, I’m on holiday and why not?
I lit up and dragged on the sweet smoke and instantly I was transported back to those hazy days of my youth. As I felt the beginnings of the hit we drove out and headed toward Bridgetown.
We continued on through Bridgetown and turned along the southern coast road that took us through the more cosmopolitan areas of the island. We passed by places that I had heard of, Accra beach; Worthing; St. Lawrence and ’The Gap’ and I was delighted at the glimpses of beaches and the little huts and Rum Shacks that crossed my gaze. All too soon we reached the outskirts of Oistins where we turned off the main road into a side street populated by a few houses stood. He pulled into a driveway of a nice looking villa and being the perfect gentleman he hopped out and opened my door and bade me to follow him. I was already tingling with anticipation at what I knew was going to be my fate. I’m not sure what expression I had on my face when we entered the sitting room and he introduced me to his wife!
CherieAnn was seated in a wheelchair and she held out her hand to take mine in greeting. I was a little flustered I must admit but, being the professional person I believe myself to be, hoped it didn’t show. Caley meantime was already pulling at his clothes and making himself comfortable which I thought to be a little odd. Wearing only his underpants he went to the kitchen and without asking poured drinks which he then bought back to us where I sat in awkward silence. CherieAnn accepted hers and held up the glass to salute us both with a cheery ‘cheers’ and my reserve was broken.
Caley sat beside me on the couch and putting his drink to one side turned and gave me a warm embrace. I was startled and wondered whatever was going on; what’s this all about. I glanced at his wife who was looking at us and clearly quite relaxed about her husband openly fondling another woman.
Caley slid his hand beneath my blouse and I felt his hand give my breast a soft squeeze. Oh my, this was getting really weird, I thought but given there were no sounds of protest I decided to just enjoy the attention and, hmm, yes it did feel nice. Encouraged by his attentions I undid the buttons and allowed him unfettered access to my tits which were partially covered by my best lacey half cup bra. Oh my, did that do the trick. He leaned down and began to kiss and lick at my heaving chest. Oh goodness, this really is getting odd I thought as once again looked across toward CherieAnn. She still remained passive in her wheelchair other than she had slipped her own hand inside her top and was clearly massaging her own breast in time with her husband’s pace.
I sat back and abandoned myself to Caley’s attentions. He didn’t need any instructions on what pleased me and I sighed in appreciation of his lips and tongue brushing over my breasts. I reached behind me and unsnapped the clasp of my bra and my pleasure went up another level as he then focussed on my erect nipples flicking and nipping them in the most delightful fashion. I squirmed in appreciation and my hand fell to come to rest on lap or, rather, on the tented protrusion of his shorts. Oh my goodness, ‘what do we have here’ was my fleeting thought. I didn’t have to ponder for long; he lifted his butt from the seat and pulled off this last remaining piece of clothing to reveal a gorgeous stiff black cock that was already oozing pre-cum from a shiny purple glans. Just my kind of treat; I returned my hand and gave him an approving squeeze before getting to my knees and getting more personal.
Like every black man who had been entered into my little black book he was well-endowed to the point of being ridiculous. Long; thick, veiny and topped by a bulbous knob that just begged to be sucked ... which is what I did next. He lay back and let me have my way. I completely ignored the reality that behind me I had his wife looking on as I lowered my head to take him into my welcoming mouth. He groaned his approval and put his hand behind my head and softly stroked my hair as I began to bob up and down. Behind me I heard CherieAnn’s encouragement of, ‘hmm, that looks nice’.
I grasped him (with some difficulty given he was so thick and fat) and continued to suck and lick at his lovely warm penis which was filling my wet mouth. Occasionally I would feel him give a little jerk as I scrapped his cock with my teeth; clearly he found that very stimulating and enjoyable. Now oblivious to anything but my enjoyment I reached down with my free hand and eased the gusset of my panties to one side and slid first one, then two fingers inside my sopping vagina. It had been a long time since I felt the need to masturbate but this whole scenario had me so horny I could hardly contain myself. We got into some kind of rhythm and I felt myself to beginning to react to my own administrations as my first climax began to build. Caley likewise began to show signs that his own crisis was approaching and as he twitched up and down I had difficulty holding him in my mouth. Suddenly he pulled out and with me still holding and wanking his delicious cock my face was sprayed in a powerful ejaculation of his spunk. The spurts just kept coming and somewhere in between I was absorbed by my own orgasm and I felt my fingers being flooded with my hot sticky juices. I fell to one side in a giggling heap as I tried to gain both my breath and to use the back of my hand to wipe away the semen that covered my eyes and face.
I leaned back against the edge of the sofa and gladly accepted Caley’s offer of a tissue to wipe off the mess that sullied my face. It was as I regained the gift of sight that I then heard voices behind me and I turned to see that we had been joined by someone else. It was a young man and I was a little confused as he was seemingly oblivious of my position of being sat on the floor with my legs apart and displaying very wet underwear as he leaned over and gave CherieAnn a kiss on her cheek.
Caley gave a laugh and called him over and introduced the boy as his son, Jerome. The young man whom I guessed to be in his late teens, maybe early 20s, held out his hand and shook mine as I thought what a ridiculous situation to be in and was this really happening; his father half naked slumped on the sofa with his softening cock still dribbling cum onto his groin; his mother seated in a wheelchair with much of her breasts ******* for us all to see and me lying on the floor in a most unladylike position. What the hell was going on?
Caley pulled me to feet and said by way of explanation something to the effect of, “We are a pretty relaxed household here. CherieAnn since her accident can’t walk or do much else below the waist and she likes to see me enjoy myself as she can’t...” He must have seen my continuing look of confusion and interpreted that as being directed towards the presence of Jerome, his son. “.. and she likes to see her son being a man.”
This was bonkers but seemingly it was only me that had that thought for the three of them were smiling at the potted explanation and CherieAnn concurred with a “It’s good and fine Honey. Everything is cool here. Lay back and enjoy yourself,” or something to that effect.
I sat back on the sofa alongside Caley. He leaned over and once again gave me an embrace which I responded to by kissing him back with the evidence of his cum still coating my face. I felt his hand drop to my thigh as we continued to invade each other’s mouths with our tongues and it took him no time at all to find my pussy and to stroke his hand up and down my very wet labia. I responded by opening my legs wider and was rewarded by the feeling of his fingers slipping easily into my cunt (yes, I have to call it that for although I am normally a lady of good taste and refinement at that moment the combination of having consumed too many Rum Punches together with the effect of the weed I had smoked seemed to have turned me into some kind of slut). I was his to do what he wanted and what he wanted was for me to be fucked by Jerome.
Jerome clearly knew what was expected of him and had already slipped off his shorts and was standing in front of us with an impressive looking erection which he was slowly stroking. I’m guessing that the sight of his father with his hand slipping in and out of my gaping pussy was not an unusual occurrence and that I was most probably yet another willing female that had bought to the house for their gratification.
Caley saw that his son was properly equipped and he moved away from me and beckoned him with a nod. Jerome needed no further invitation and he stepped between my legs and knelt down so that the bulbous head of his lovely stiff cock was positioned between the lips of my pussy which I was obligingly holding apart. With no further ceremony he thrust forward and slipped that delightful weapon into me so that once again I was filled with pleasure and joy. He grunted his satisfaction as he felt my warmth grip him; his mother added her approval with a muttered, ‘good boy, fuck her good’.
And fuck me good he did with all the vigour of youth that is so impressive and enjoyable. I abandoned myself to his thrusting and was rewarded with a continuous stream of orgasms which I announced with squeals and sighs. Caley added to my enjoyment by fondling and kissing my breasts whilst at the same time stroking his cock which responded and was once again at full strength. How long we fucked, I have no idea, but it was clear that Jerome was nearing his peak and with a cry he suddenly pulled out and moved up onto the sofa and shoved his shiny wet cock in front of my face inviting me to take him in my mouth. I had hardly time to part my lips before he began to cum profusely and once again I felt the hot streams of a man’s spunk splatter my face. I squealed in response but it was not in protest for I really wanted to take him so. He sank back on the seat and I turned and knelt on the sofa alongside him and took his engorged cock into my mouth and began to prolong his pleasure by giving him the best blow job my weed-fuddled head could provide. He was still spurting and dribbling out his cum as I felt movement behind me and was soon feeling my own gratification as Caley slid his stiff black cock into me and started to doggy fuck me in the most delightful fashion.
What a surreal scene we must have made. The father fucking a woman who was sucking his son whilst observing it all with approval his wife who was sitting openly masturbating as she caressed her bare breasts.
How long we spent, I have no idea but it was dark as Caley drove me back to Sandy Lane exhausted and extremely satisfied with what had been a satisfactory way to end my holiday. We said our goodbyes and I made my way back to my room where I shared a little of what had happened with my girlfriends; not everything, mind, but just enough to answer their queries as to whether I had enjoyed myself.
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Such were the thoughts and reminiscences that passed through my mind when, as I said at the beginning of this tale, I sat with my celebratory drink in my flat and saw the arrival of the New Year. It had been quite a ride and I was still very much the person I endeavoured to be albeit that I had after a frenetic 12 months plenty more memories to add to my experience and, more importantly, additional entries to my little black book.
Gayle is due back from spending Christmas and the New Year with his family in Nigeria next week and I will then be able to resume what has now become my new ‘normal’ of having regular black cock provided by a well endowed gentleman. Yes, it has all turned out rather well but then why wouldn’t it for I am, if nothing else, a professional woman.
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