I didn’t get married until I was 30 although I had had a few long-term lovers. I married Bob on the rebound from a very intense relationship. Bob was a kind thoughtful man of 46 with an excellent job and high income. I married him for security and kindness, which was my prime, need at the time.
We had a honeymoon in France and then flew to Kenya where Bob was head of a division of a large multinational company. We had a lovely house in a secure compound with pool and all the trappings of a highflying expat including servants.
Joseph was our cook and headman. He was in charge of all matters regarding the running of the house and had a woman to assist him with keeping house, washing making beds, cleaning, and tidying. There was a gardener and a night watchman in the evening. The staff were well paid in-fact 3 times the national average wage and they got medical checkups and free care which was a major bonus for them as the medical services were very poor for the average African. Security is not good so we spent most of our time at home or at functions to which the company driver drove us. My days were pretty relaxed but boring as I was not able to work and as the house was fully taken care of I either swam or met other ladies for coffee near home or went to aerobics. Bob was very busy and often did not come home until late. I had enjoyed a very active sex life up to my marriage and Bob was not the most energetic lover or the most frequent lover however I settled down to make a go of it accepting that that was how it would be but I had a lovely house, friends and wanted fro nothing, or so I thought.
Having servants was a new experience for me and it took a while for me to get used to having people constantly in the house from early morning to late evening. Although being attended to was fun at first it soon became intrusive, as I had nothing to do which made me feel a little useless. Joseph was a very friendly outgoing man. Tall slim very black and some 4 years older than me. He spoke very good English having been educated by the missionary schools in his tribal area. Joseph had been looking after senior expats and their wives for over 10 years and was an accomplished cook. I used to spend a lot of time talking to him and loved his stories of the other ladies who had come before me. Servants are very discrete people who see much more of the real side of people and whilst he opened up to me it was really harmless tales of mishaps, some marital break ups and spoilt kids.
I found myself enjoying our chats and having him around. The routine in the house was rigidly observed with tea brought in at 6:30 am . Bob would then go and shower and shave and get ready. I would go through to the kitchen and order my breakfast, which varied, depending on my mood. I would then go and shower and change and we would have breakfast either on the veranda or the dinning room depending upon the weather, which was always pretty good. Bob would leave for work around 7:30 and I would either got out to meet people, go to some activity or spend the day at home swimming and reading. Sometimes a friend would call and come over and spend the day. As the months passed I was getting a little frustrated at the lack of sex although I told myself to just get it under control. I found myself looking at Josephs very wiry and, muscular body with his lovely velvet black skin, his easy laughter. I had not seen many black men at home so this was all new to me and I began to wonder what his cock looked like which made me feel all wobbly and wet. I had dreams about him and even masturbated imagining his black body and my white body together.
My needs and fantasy caused a tension between us that was definitely sexual but Joseph was always the consummate servant never showing anything that might alarm me and this made my fantasy even more intense. I found myself looking at him as he worked my eyes drawn to his crotch and my excitement rising at the thought of him in me enjoying his white mistress and it took my breath away every time. I fought it and fought it but as the sex with Bob got less and less I got more and more drawn to this black man. I was soon flirting outrageously with him, the conversations were peppered with sexual innuendo and I was throwing myself shamelessly at this black man.
One morning I got up having slept and dreamt about sex with black men. Joseph brought in the tea. Bob was showering and I looked at Joseph my lust now almost out of control. Joseph smiled at me and laid the tea tray down by the bed then left as Bob returned to the room. I lay thinking about the need in me and I wanted to see that mans cock so bad it hurt. I had a dull pain in my groin and empty, hollow sort of pain.
We drank our tea and I slipped out of my nightdress and wrapping a robe round me, picked up the tray and took it through to the kitchen. Joseph was alone; it was his assistants day off. I laid the tray on the kitchen table and gave Joseph the order for breakfast. He always referred to me as Madam and said “Certainly Madam” which gave the whole thing a surreal quality. Here was the white mistress wanting this black man her servant to enter her and pleasure her so much. It was like a scene from the past where the black servant, the noble savage, subjugates the colonial mistress.
I stood in the kitchen as he turned to prepare breakfast and was about to say something when Bob walked in. Bob asked Joseph to cancel his order as he was in a hurry and would get something at work. He kissed me good-bye and left quickly. I told Joseph to make mine and stood there my heart pounding, my crotch getting wet, breathing hard. I heard the car go down the drive and in a breathless state asked. “Have you ever wanted to have sex with a white woman Joseph?” My lips were dry, my legs felt weak but I had got it out.
Joseph turned and looked at me standing there with my face flushed and my breasts heaving. I could hardly breath. “Of course Madam white ladies are very pretty”
“Have you ever had one?”
“No madam white ladies are not available for poor men like me”
This made me even more excited he would be my first black man and I would be his first white woman. The thought made my head throb and my nipples were rock hard under my thin robe.
“I have never had a black man” I croaked “I would really like to have sex with a black man” I was dizzy with excitement and need. Joseph looked at me and I just took the plunge and let my robe fall open ******** my body to him. “Would you like to have me Joseph” I asked fearful of his answer.
He looked at me standing, my robe open my breasts and pubic hair showing clearly and he nodded yes and his lips were on mine in a wild passionate kiss, his tongue thrust into my mouth his hands began to explore my body in a frantic period of squeezing and pulling at my flesh. His passion was extreme his lust matched mine and we locked like two sex crazed teenagers. I put my arms round his neck as he kissed me and opened my legs to let his now urgent fingers probe my very wet hole. He was letting out little whimpering sounds and moans and I was panting like a bitch on heat.
I slid my hands down his hard back to his buttocks pressing him to me. I was beyond any control I have never wanted a man inside me to fuck me more than I did at that moment and he was just a needful of me.
I pulled back and in a hoarse voice I said to come through to the bedroom and led the way.
I turned to him at the bed and pulled his head to me kissing him lovingly, telling him how much I wanted him and needed him. His kissed me back with the passion and I began to undo his belt, opening his trousers wanting to see his cock. Was it what I had imagined, dreamed of? He took over and his trousers dropped to his ankles. I looked down and his cock was hard in his underpants. I knelt down and taking the waist band of his briefs I pulled the down over his cock releasing it to my eager gaze. It was wonderful. Really long thin and very black with pointed head and big low-slung balls covered in tight dark curly pubic hair. It was a dream and his hard wiry frame just added to the thrill. He pulled my up and gently pushed me back on the bed his need extreme now. I lay back looking at his hard cock as he climbed on the bed between my open legs. My mind was racing with the thought that it would be inside me at last.
He lay on me kissing me deeply and passionately and I ground my hips against him feeling his hard cock against my naked flesh all hot and long. I was in heaven. He slipped his hand between us and I felt him place his cock against my dripping hole. I was ready, wanting, needing, craving, this black man inside me. I asked him to fuck me to please fuck me and this set him off and he thrust a short stab then a long strong push and I felt it unfold every inch of my canal opening me up to him. I remember thinking I am being fucked by a black man wow what a thrill. He thrust in me to the hilt and held it there. I pushed him up onto his arms and looked down seeing his black torso against my white belly to where we met and his blackness, framed by my open white thighs. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and I squeezed his long cock and ground my pelvis against the root of his cock. “You are beautiful baby soo beautiful and your cock feels fantastic” I said my eyes misty with passion, love and need.
Joseph looked down at me his eyes full of lust and he could hold back no longer he dropped onto me and began to fuck me like a man possessed his cock ramming in and out madly. I lifted my legs to take all of him deep and pressed my lips against his neck to stop from screaming out at the pleasure his pounding cock was giving me.
He rammed and rammed making me go mad with the sensation, which was just so intense. I could smell his sweat mingled with the smell of soap he had washed with. He pumped into me and I clung to him, my orgasm building in me and then he thrust hard and really deep and grunted then moaned loudly and I felt him explode deep in me. The noise and feeling of his release inside me just tipped me over the top and my orgasm rushed through my body taking my breath away. My nipples burned my clit was electric and it felt as if my pussy was 5 times its size and the blood gorged into me and it just went on and on over and over again then as it came down I began to cry from the sheer pleasure of the release and the overwhelming excitement of having my first black man.
We lay panting his cock still in me his and my juices dripping down my buttocks. I felt warm and relaxed and fulfilled like never before.
We had a honeymoon in France and then flew to Kenya where Bob was head of a division of a large multinational company. We had a lovely house in a secure compound with pool and all the trappings of a highflying expat including servants.
Joseph was our cook and headman. He was in charge of all matters regarding the running of the house and had a woman to assist him with keeping house, washing making beds, cleaning, and tidying. There was a gardener and a night watchman in the evening. The staff were well paid in-fact 3 times the national average wage and they got medical checkups and free care which was a major bonus for them as the medical services were very poor for the average African. Security is not good so we spent most of our time at home or at functions to which the company driver drove us. My days were pretty relaxed but boring as I was not able to work and as the house was fully taken care of I either swam or met other ladies for coffee near home or went to aerobics. Bob was very busy and often did not come home until late. I had enjoyed a very active sex life up to my marriage and Bob was not the most energetic lover or the most frequent lover however I settled down to make a go of it accepting that that was how it would be but I had a lovely house, friends and wanted fro nothing, or so I thought.
Having servants was a new experience for me and it took a while for me to get used to having people constantly in the house from early morning to late evening. Although being attended to was fun at first it soon became intrusive, as I had nothing to do which made me feel a little useless. Joseph was a very friendly outgoing man. Tall slim very black and some 4 years older than me. He spoke very good English having been educated by the missionary schools in his tribal area. Joseph had been looking after senior expats and their wives for over 10 years and was an accomplished cook. I used to spend a lot of time talking to him and loved his stories of the other ladies who had come before me. Servants are very discrete people who see much more of the real side of people and whilst he opened up to me it was really harmless tales of mishaps, some marital break ups and spoilt kids.
I found myself enjoying our chats and having him around. The routine in the house was rigidly observed with tea brought in at 6:30 am . Bob would then go and shower and shave and get ready. I would go through to the kitchen and order my breakfast, which varied, depending on my mood. I would then go and shower and change and we would have breakfast either on the veranda or the dinning room depending upon the weather, which was always pretty good. Bob would leave for work around 7:30 and I would either got out to meet people, go to some activity or spend the day at home swimming and reading. Sometimes a friend would call and come over and spend the day. As the months passed I was getting a little frustrated at the lack of sex although I told myself to just get it under control. I found myself looking at Josephs very wiry and, muscular body with his lovely velvet black skin, his easy laughter. I had not seen many black men at home so this was all new to me and I began to wonder what his cock looked like which made me feel all wobbly and wet. I had dreams about him and even masturbated imagining his black body and my white body together.
My needs and fantasy caused a tension between us that was definitely sexual but Joseph was always the consummate servant never showing anything that might alarm me and this made my fantasy even more intense. I found myself looking at him as he worked my eyes drawn to his crotch and my excitement rising at the thought of him in me enjoying his white mistress and it took my breath away every time. I fought it and fought it but as the sex with Bob got less and less I got more and more drawn to this black man. I was soon flirting outrageously with him, the conversations were peppered with sexual innuendo and I was throwing myself shamelessly at this black man.
One morning I got up having slept and dreamt about sex with black men. Joseph brought in the tea. Bob was showering and I looked at Joseph my lust now almost out of control. Joseph smiled at me and laid the tea tray down by the bed then left as Bob returned to the room. I lay thinking about the need in me and I wanted to see that mans cock so bad it hurt. I had a dull pain in my groin and empty, hollow sort of pain.
We drank our tea and I slipped out of my nightdress and wrapping a robe round me, picked up the tray and took it through to the kitchen. Joseph was alone; it was his assistants day off. I laid the tray on the kitchen table and gave Joseph the order for breakfast. He always referred to me as Madam and said “Certainly Madam” which gave the whole thing a surreal quality. Here was the white mistress wanting this black man her servant to enter her and pleasure her so much. It was like a scene from the past where the black servant, the noble savage, subjugates the colonial mistress.
I stood in the kitchen as he turned to prepare breakfast and was about to say something when Bob walked in. Bob asked Joseph to cancel his order as he was in a hurry and would get something at work. He kissed me good-bye and left quickly. I told Joseph to make mine and stood there my heart pounding, my crotch getting wet, breathing hard. I heard the car go down the drive and in a breathless state asked. “Have you ever wanted to have sex with a white woman Joseph?” My lips were dry, my legs felt weak but I had got it out.
Joseph turned and looked at me standing there with my face flushed and my breasts heaving. I could hardly breath. “Of course Madam white ladies are very pretty”
“Have you ever had one?”
“No madam white ladies are not available for poor men like me”
This made me even more excited he would be my first black man and I would be his first white woman. The thought made my head throb and my nipples were rock hard under my thin robe.
“I have never had a black man” I croaked “I would really like to have sex with a black man” I was dizzy with excitement and need. Joseph looked at me and I just took the plunge and let my robe fall open ******** my body to him. “Would you like to have me Joseph” I asked fearful of his answer.
He looked at me standing, my robe open my breasts and pubic hair showing clearly and he nodded yes and his lips were on mine in a wild passionate kiss, his tongue thrust into my mouth his hands began to explore my body in a frantic period of squeezing and pulling at my flesh. His passion was extreme his lust matched mine and we locked like two sex crazed teenagers. I put my arms round his neck as he kissed me and opened my legs to let his now urgent fingers probe my very wet hole. He was letting out little whimpering sounds and moans and I was panting like a bitch on heat.
I slid my hands down his hard back to his buttocks pressing him to me. I was beyond any control I have never wanted a man inside me to fuck me more than I did at that moment and he was just a needful of me.
I pulled back and in a hoarse voice I said to come through to the bedroom and led the way.
I turned to him at the bed and pulled his head to me kissing him lovingly, telling him how much I wanted him and needed him. His kissed me back with the passion and I began to undo his belt, opening his trousers wanting to see his cock. Was it what I had imagined, dreamed of? He took over and his trousers dropped to his ankles. I looked down and his cock was hard in his underpants. I knelt down and taking the waist band of his briefs I pulled the down over his cock releasing it to my eager gaze. It was wonderful. Really long thin and very black with pointed head and big low-slung balls covered in tight dark curly pubic hair. It was a dream and his hard wiry frame just added to the thrill. He pulled my up and gently pushed me back on the bed his need extreme now. I lay back looking at his hard cock as he climbed on the bed between my open legs. My mind was racing with the thought that it would be inside me at last.
He lay on me kissing me deeply and passionately and I ground my hips against him feeling his hard cock against my naked flesh all hot and long. I was in heaven. He slipped his hand between us and I felt him place his cock against my dripping hole. I was ready, wanting, needing, craving, this black man inside me. I asked him to fuck me to please fuck me and this set him off and he thrust a short stab then a long strong push and I felt it unfold every inch of my canal opening me up to him. I remember thinking I am being fucked by a black man wow what a thrill. He thrust in me to the hilt and held it there. I pushed him up onto his arms and looked down seeing his black torso against my white belly to where we met and his blackness, framed by my open white thighs. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and I squeezed his long cock and ground my pelvis against the root of his cock. “You are beautiful baby soo beautiful and your cock feels fantastic” I said my eyes misty with passion, love and need.
Joseph looked down at me his eyes full of lust and he could hold back no longer he dropped onto me and began to fuck me like a man possessed his cock ramming in and out madly. I lifted my legs to take all of him deep and pressed my lips against his neck to stop from screaming out at the pleasure his pounding cock was giving me.
He rammed and rammed making me go mad with the sensation, which was just so intense. I could smell his sweat mingled with the smell of soap he had washed with. He pumped into me and I clung to him, my orgasm building in me and then he thrust hard and really deep and grunted then moaned loudly and I felt him explode deep in me. The noise and feeling of his release inside me just tipped me over the top and my orgasm rushed through my body taking my breath away. My nipples burned my clit was electric and it felt as if my pussy was 5 times its size and the blood gorged into me and it just went on and on over and over again then as it came down I began to cry from the sheer pleasure of the release and the overwhelming excitement of having my first black man.
We lay panting his cock still in me his and my juices dripping down my buttocks. I felt warm and relaxed and fulfilled like never before.
