Written by Kathy T

Meetings
22 May 2010


My boyfriend(soul mate, so I thought!!) and I sadly split almost a year ago. It was Dave who introduced me to the kinky lifestyle I grew to really love. I’ve always been the “girl next door” or plain jane type(even sexually) but he brought out the nymph in me. It took him a while but what he got me truly hooked on was BBC. Besides countless fantasies, I have only had a few actual encounters with BBC. Dave was the one who planned everything out and made sure everything was cool and safe. So far I have made out/heavy petting with a few black guys, gave two hand jobs and three blowjobs. We were just about to take it further and have my first black fuck when we broke up. I thought I would have to kiss this secret kinky world goodbye. Months went by and the lust grew deeper and deeper. I was going crazy along with my big black dildo’s every night! What a cruel joke! How dare he turn me into this and then just leave. Could I actually go out on my own and do the things we used to do? No way! Sleazy porno theatres or dirty clubs where Dave used to have me flash and tease black men. We let them feel me up or I would flirt shamelessly in bars, stores anywhere. Just thinking about it gets me so wet. It was so much fun and more-or- less safe with Dave right there.

This one place we would go to was an all night liquor store in a rough part of town but this place always had black riff-raff (thug types)hanging out in the parking lot getting drunk and carrying on. Every time I’d get out of the car the howls and comments were both terrifying and electrifying! Inside, the sweet black gentleman behind the counter was both very nice and quite the dirty old man. He loved everything about me and the way I seemed to dress and parade around. I forget his name but he always called me “Young hot white thing”. The guy must have been in his seventies but never tried to hide the huge erection I always gave him. Then getting back inside the car with drunken horny men trying to get at you was always a huge turn on. Both Dave and I would have our hands and mouths all over each other before we even left the parking lot. One of those sexy nights he even somehow convinced me how incredibly sexy it would be if I gave myself fully to the old man behind the register. He was right. I still think about it today. What was I going to do? Its obvious Im going to have to rid it from my mind. I have enough dirty interracial videos and DVD’s, not to mention toys that are big and black. That will satisfy me. It has to.

Sometimes when I would get home late and pretty wasted from a night out I would dress up (like I would for Dave) and pretend I was going out to shake my sweet ass at all the black men at that liquor store. I would parade around my place, bending and flashing and acting like such the complete cock tease slut. I would lay with my big black cock toys and pretend I was being taken by all those filthy black cocks and I would cum so hard I would pass out till morning! This became a sexy routine for quite a while till I was buzzin harder than usual one night and found myself dressed like a slut and in my car only blocks away from the liquor store. My heart was pounding so fast I could barely breathe. I actually entered the parking lot and was making a quick U-turn to leave when I glanced and saw no one anywhere. I drove around the lot to make sure and not one drunken gang-banger or bum in sight. I stopped the car and figured I could at least say hello to the old black man real quick(if he even remembered me?). I had to run in when I noticed I was in short short jean cut-offs and a t-shirt. When he looked over at me he smiled wide saying, “Young hot white thing! Where you been?” He was dealing with a customer when he asked me where was my man. When I said, “No more man” he (and his black customer) looked at me like I was prey for the hunt. The customer left and I said I should probably be leaving too when he came from behind the counter to where I stood and looked me up and down saying I did it to him again(made his cock hard!!) and took me by the hand back around the counter where he had one chair in front of the register and he sat down pulling me down to sit on his lap like santa clause only what I instantly felt under me was his rock hard long black cock. He had it all figured out and although I tried denying it at first, I just kept quiet as he told me that I came all this way, alone, to see him. When I told him he was right he roughly grabbed one breast in one hand squeezing my nipple hard and pulling my face to his for a sloppy French kiss. Before I knew it I was gladly kissing back and slowly grinding myself down on his hard pole which was right under my pussy. He ordered me down on my knees right under the register and he fished out his cock and told me to suck it. I had never seen a black cock like his before. It was long and rock hard solid, but really thin. It was easy to get in my mouth but hard to try to go down deep. When he ordered me to suck on his hairy black balls I heard a customer enter the store. I began to panic when he told me I better not even think of stopping and I wildly started tonguing his huge hairy ball sack and up and down his long shaft. I couldn’t see the customer standing right there but it was obvious to him I was down there. I heard things like, “What’s a fine ass white girl doing suckin on your old wrinkly cock? You kidnap her or what?” Hearing them call me slut and whore made me cum for the first time without even touching myself. We were alone again when the old guy blew his load in my mouth which I graciously swallowed down. When he was done he told me to take off my shorts and sit back down on his lap. I did and his cock didn’t lose any of its strength and power as I sat back down and this time instead of me rubbing up against his cock, his cock slid right into my soaked sweet white pussy. His length was poking places never poked before and as he bounced me hard up and down on his lap like a rag doll, I screamed and screamed as I came and came! He had only cum a few minutes ago but watching me on his cock was too much and he came again deep inside me. He stood me up and told me to get my shorts back on and that he had a business to run. I felt used and uncared for as I was leaving. He told me to call him next time I was coming so he could be prepared to use a young hot white thing the right way. I said I was sorry and that I would. The whole drive home I was becoming more and more obsessed with everything that just happened. His cum dripping from me only made it impossible to keep my hands from rubbing myself. His cum drying on my face and my arms and hair were like badges of black cock honor. I thought an experience like this would mellow my feelings but it seems they only got worse….or better?


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