this is how it happened for me after my divorced.]
It works like this.
You’ve been married for a long time to a nice white guy despite your craving for the black pleasure. You’ve been fucked and unfaithful for all those married years with black guys hubby and even fucked a few of hubby’s white friends. Then you both wake up and its all changed you want to move on. No hard feelings just a good mutual decision between friends.
Now you are a single woman not quite in her prime, put on a bit of weight but still pretty good, and still very hot for cock. You have met a few black guys so you have some contacts but you feel you need to try new things to be no longer programmed by your husband but you first spend a couple of months doing the things you want shopping, reading getting the feel of being single again.
Now you start to get hot for cock your pussy needs the filling that masturbation cant fulfil. You are obsessed with thoughts of hard black dick. You decide to look for some sex and you want it to be big and black and hot and hard and dominant. You go to conventional dating agencies but find all the men are looking for wives and are all trying to be the husband in waiting when all you crave is being stripped and spread and used. You start to look at contact magazines that you were first introduced to by a friend again and feel comfortable with that process.
You place and ad “Single mature woman 5ft 8 , wants to meet strong well hung, dominant black men etc. The mail address is there and you put some sexy picture not the best but as good as you can do. Just putting it out there in the open, showing your desire to be used by black men is a sexual buzz in itself. You check your mail every day but only disappointment. Then you give up maybe they don’t like what they see? Then a few days later you go there just through habit and there is a big envelope with loads of mail inside. Your spirits rise and your pussy gets damp with the thought of what they will be like. You read through them, inexperienced, but willing and wanting. At this stage you would meet all of them but you put them into categories age, location, then you cut it down to, looks, cock size attitude, single or married and then you reply to 7 or 8.
They come back quick this time and you start to mail and then you phone and chat. It is exhilarating stuff but you are anxious you don’t have a man to be with you and look after you but it makes it a bit more exciting. New mail is coming in all the time and finally you have a list of men to see and you push the boat out and go to meet your first guy. You have seen his pictures, he has seen yours and you know he is hung and likes to be in control. He isn’t slim but he made you laugh on the phone and seemed open and fun. You look at his picture. Large in all ways, tall and very thick set, a bull of a man with very black skin and a very thick cock. You had hoped for slim and hard bodies but the two you made first choice were not available one had lied and was overseas the other did not reply to your email. You are learning but you have a long way to go. You have a bath and soak your pussy which is twinging with anticipation. You paint your nails and trim your bikini line. You wash and dry and comb your hair and put on some makeup not sure if he likes lots of make up or the understated look so you settle for somewhere in the middle. You get dressed it is not easy - do I go tarty screaming fuck me, or classy saying melt me if you can, or somewhere in between but with no underwear. You are feeling sexy so you put on a soft skirt, fitting top with cleavage and no bra, let him see the hard nipples, and very sexy see thru panties and strappy high heeled sandals with painted toes. You feel good and set of to meet the man a stranger, despite telephone calls and mail, in a local place where you can have a drink and some food. He chose the venue and says it is good quality with good atmosphere but you are mindful that it is for sex, no strings sex as their replies say they are looking for and you have agreed to. The venue is in a hotel. You are early damn you want to look cool and not too needy so you sit and adjust your hair and check your lipstick. You see cars coming in with men and you look trying to see if one is him but no. You go into the restaurant it is nicely lit and you have a good glance in the mirror that hangs in the small foyer. You look at yourself , pat your dress and tell yourself you look good. Then a deep breath and you walk in. He sees you first and so must have been really looking out for you anxious that perhaps you wont show. A good sign he is keen. You walk over trying to feel relaxed and loose but your heart is pounding. He is standing and your get your first small disappointment and touch of reality as you see his is quite a bit larger than his pictures but you keep cool and take his very formal outstretched hand and shake it mumbling nice to meet you at last. There is a uncomfortable pause as he looks you over and you stand self conscious hoping he likes you. His eyes have lust in them and you think well I am here I had better make the most of it. You sit down and he asks in that lovely deep voice you liked over the phone what you would like to drink. You feel a bit warmer. He gets a waiter, fully in control now, and well practiced he does it with ease. We order and then there is a hesitant start but he complements you on your looks you lie a bit and complement him. Yes he is very black, nice: he is tall nice: he is confident, very nice: he is really overweight, not so nice: but you are here so enjoy it. You chat and order food and drink a bit more than usual nervous but not too bad. He is very accomplished and articulate and you are soon at ease. There is a bit of hand touching and flirting and it is getting to be fun. The meal is over and you offer to pay half felling that at least if you decide to leave he wont feel aggrieved but he insists, again taking control, making it go his way. Then you get up and start to leave his hand is gentle on your back as he guides you to the door and through it then it moves to your shoulder and turns you in the direction of the hotel lifts, this is the time to say goodbye but you don’t he has control and you are in the lift. You know there is no turning back he is going to fuck you now. He is there his arm round you smiling and a white guy is trying not to look at you and him but you know what he is thinking even in these enlightened days.
You come out the lift and walk to his room with skill he opens the door whilst his arm is still holding you and ushers you into the room. It is the standard double neat clean and well appointed. He locks the door behind you and comes up behind kissing your neck you give a little shudder if feels soo good and you press back enjoying the sensation running through your body and wetting your pussy. He then turns you and you kiss deep his tongue quick and forceful is exploring your mouth, his hands cup your buttocks and press you to his crotch and you feel a thickness that is pleasing against your thigh. You are not truly aroused and then he pushes you down onto your knees and you get an immediate rush of sensual pleasure as you are now submissive and he is in control.. He says “ get it out bitch you know you want it” and your whole being tingles as you undo his trousers and there under his large belly is a thick and tumescent, wonderful black velvet cock, cushioned by a pair of really large balls. He grabs your head and pulls you to his cock and you take it in your mouth your heart pounding your pussy dripping. This is what you dreamed of doing what you were made to do, pleasing a black man, worshiping the thing that you know will fill you with pleasure when he is ready. You suck him and lick his swollen cock head running your tongue round the flange tasting him, and dipping the tip into his little hole then taking it into your mouth feeling the hardness and texture. It is wonderful and you are already thinking of how it will feel inside you and those tiny fingers of sensation are running from you pussy up your body to your breasts and throat. You can actually feel your pussy lips swell and open as they get wet and your mind is signalling to your body how much you crave this black shaft. You run your tongue down the shaft then kiss is lightly then you go to his balls and kiss them and you tell him how much you love his cock and want to please him and he grunts deeply looking down at you the white bitch on her knees pleasing him. He enjoys your ministrations until your knees are getting sore and you want to stop but don’t want to upset him. Then he pulls back and you are left kneeling saliva dribbling down your chin so inelegant and humiliating. He turns from you and undresses leaving you kneeling. He lies on the bed and tells you to undress. You stand up and begin to remove your clothes under his watchful gaze hoping he will like what you are offering. He says nothing until you start to remove your shoes then he tells you to leave them on and calls you over to the bed. You comply and he watches you come to him then reaches out and grasps your breasts as you knees beside him. He pinches your hard nipples and you wince a bit but it is sweet pain and you don’t refuse his pleasure this is your role to serve this black king. He pulls and pinches watching you as you try to hide the little pangs of pain enjoying your discomfort making you know your place in his world. Then his big hand slips down between your slightly parted legs and cups your vulva. You let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure it has been so long since a man let alone a black man held your pussy and the sexual rush is almost overpowering.
It works like this.
You’ve been married for a long time to a nice white guy despite your craving for the black pleasure. You’ve been fucked and unfaithful for all those married years with black guys hubby and even fucked a few of hubby’s white friends. Then you both wake up and its all changed you want to move on. No hard feelings just a good mutual decision between friends.
Now you are a single woman not quite in her prime, put on a bit of weight but still pretty good, and still very hot for cock. You have met a few black guys so you have some contacts but you feel you need to try new things to be no longer programmed by your husband but you first spend a couple of months doing the things you want shopping, reading getting the feel of being single again.
Now you start to get hot for cock your pussy needs the filling that masturbation cant fulfil. You are obsessed with thoughts of hard black dick. You decide to look for some sex and you want it to be big and black and hot and hard and dominant. You go to conventional dating agencies but find all the men are looking for wives and are all trying to be the husband in waiting when all you crave is being stripped and spread and used. You start to look at contact magazines that you were first introduced to by a friend again and feel comfortable with that process.
You place and ad “Single mature woman 5ft 8 , wants to meet strong well hung, dominant black men etc. The mail address is there and you put some sexy picture not the best but as good as you can do. Just putting it out there in the open, showing your desire to be used by black men is a sexual buzz in itself. You check your mail every day but only disappointment. Then you give up maybe they don’t like what they see? Then a few days later you go there just through habit and there is a big envelope with loads of mail inside. Your spirits rise and your pussy gets damp with the thought of what they will be like. You read through them, inexperienced, but willing and wanting. At this stage you would meet all of them but you put them into categories age, location, then you cut it down to, looks, cock size attitude, single or married and then you reply to 7 or 8.
They come back quick this time and you start to mail and then you phone and chat. It is exhilarating stuff but you are anxious you don’t have a man to be with you and look after you but it makes it a bit more exciting. New mail is coming in all the time and finally you have a list of men to see and you push the boat out and go to meet your first guy. You have seen his pictures, he has seen yours and you know he is hung and likes to be in control. He isn’t slim but he made you laugh on the phone and seemed open and fun. You look at his picture. Large in all ways, tall and very thick set, a bull of a man with very black skin and a very thick cock. You had hoped for slim and hard bodies but the two you made first choice were not available one had lied and was overseas the other did not reply to your email. You are learning but you have a long way to go. You have a bath and soak your pussy which is twinging with anticipation. You paint your nails and trim your bikini line. You wash and dry and comb your hair and put on some makeup not sure if he likes lots of make up or the understated look so you settle for somewhere in the middle. You get dressed it is not easy - do I go tarty screaming fuck me, or classy saying melt me if you can, or somewhere in between but with no underwear. You are feeling sexy so you put on a soft skirt, fitting top with cleavage and no bra, let him see the hard nipples, and very sexy see thru panties and strappy high heeled sandals with painted toes. You feel good and set of to meet the man a stranger, despite telephone calls and mail, in a local place where you can have a drink and some food. He chose the venue and says it is good quality with good atmosphere but you are mindful that it is for sex, no strings sex as their replies say they are looking for and you have agreed to. The venue is in a hotel. You are early damn you want to look cool and not too needy so you sit and adjust your hair and check your lipstick. You see cars coming in with men and you look trying to see if one is him but no. You go into the restaurant it is nicely lit and you have a good glance in the mirror that hangs in the small foyer. You look at yourself , pat your dress and tell yourself you look good. Then a deep breath and you walk in. He sees you first and so must have been really looking out for you anxious that perhaps you wont show. A good sign he is keen. You walk over trying to feel relaxed and loose but your heart is pounding. He is standing and your get your first small disappointment and touch of reality as you see his is quite a bit larger than his pictures but you keep cool and take his very formal outstretched hand and shake it mumbling nice to meet you at last. There is a uncomfortable pause as he looks you over and you stand self conscious hoping he likes you. His eyes have lust in them and you think well I am here I had better make the most of it. You sit down and he asks in that lovely deep voice you liked over the phone what you would like to drink. You feel a bit warmer. He gets a waiter, fully in control now, and well practiced he does it with ease. We order and then there is a hesitant start but he complements you on your looks you lie a bit and complement him. Yes he is very black, nice: he is tall nice: he is confident, very nice: he is really overweight, not so nice: but you are here so enjoy it. You chat and order food and drink a bit more than usual nervous but not too bad. He is very accomplished and articulate and you are soon at ease. There is a bit of hand touching and flirting and it is getting to be fun. The meal is over and you offer to pay half felling that at least if you decide to leave he wont feel aggrieved but he insists, again taking control, making it go his way. Then you get up and start to leave his hand is gentle on your back as he guides you to the door and through it then it moves to your shoulder and turns you in the direction of the hotel lifts, this is the time to say goodbye but you don’t he has control and you are in the lift. You know there is no turning back he is going to fuck you now. He is there his arm round you smiling and a white guy is trying not to look at you and him but you know what he is thinking even in these enlightened days.
You come out the lift and walk to his room with skill he opens the door whilst his arm is still holding you and ushers you into the room. It is the standard double neat clean and well appointed. He locks the door behind you and comes up behind kissing your neck you give a little shudder if feels soo good and you press back enjoying the sensation running through your body and wetting your pussy. He then turns you and you kiss deep his tongue quick and forceful is exploring your mouth, his hands cup your buttocks and press you to his crotch and you feel a thickness that is pleasing against your thigh. You are not truly aroused and then he pushes you down onto your knees and you get an immediate rush of sensual pleasure as you are now submissive and he is in control.. He says “ get it out bitch you know you want it” and your whole being tingles as you undo his trousers and there under his large belly is a thick and tumescent, wonderful black velvet cock, cushioned by a pair of really large balls. He grabs your head and pulls you to his cock and you take it in your mouth your heart pounding your pussy dripping. This is what you dreamed of doing what you were made to do, pleasing a black man, worshiping the thing that you know will fill you with pleasure when he is ready. You suck him and lick his swollen cock head running your tongue round the flange tasting him, and dipping the tip into his little hole then taking it into your mouth feeling the hardness and texture. It is wonderful and you are already thinking of how it will feel inside you and those tiny fingers of sensation are running from you pussy up your body to your breasts and throat. You can actually feel your pussy lips swell and open as they get wet and your mind is signalling to your body how much you crave this black shaft. You run your tongue down the shaft then kiss is lightly then you go to his balls and kiss them and you tell him how much you love his cock and want to please him and he grunts deeply looking down at you the white bitch on her knees pleasing him. He enjoys your ministrations until your knees are getting sore and you want to stop but don’t want to upset him. Then he pulls back and you are left kneeling saliva dribbling down your chin so inelegant and humiliating. He turns from you and undresses leaving you kneeling. He lies on the bed and tells you to undress. You stand up and begin to remove your clothes under his watchful gaze hoping he will like what you are offering. He says nothing until you start to remove your shoes then he tells you to leave them on and calls you over to the bed. You comply and he watches you come to him then reaches out and grasps your breasts as you knees beside him. He pinches your hard nipples and you wince a bit but it is sweet pain and you don’t refuse his pleasure this is your role to serve this black king. He pulls and pinches watching you as you try to hide the little pangs of pain enjoying your discomfort making you know your place in his world. Then his big hand slips down between your slightly parted legs and cups your vulva. You let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure it has been so long since a man let alone a black man held your pussy and the sexual rush is almost overpowering.