GETTING BLACKED (Part 4 of 4)
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I woke up with a start, momentarily confused. It was daylight and a hand was between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy. It felt nice. I felt wanted and when you’re in the middle of a divorce feeling wanted is important.
“You’re finally awake? I’ve been waiting for you,” Harold said softly, “waiting patiently.”
“You’ll have to wait just a little longer, sweetie, I have to pee.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I got up and went into the bathroom. Once I relieved myself, I went to the sink and put some toothpaste on my finger and began scrubbing my teeth that way, thinking he might get mad if I used his toothbrush. There was a drinking glass there, so I filled it with cold water and drank it down, since I felt parched. Lastly I took a mouthful of his mouthwash, rinsing and gargling to freshen my morning breath. I felt I was ready for him. When I went back into the bed room, he got up.
“I have to go too,” he said and left the room.
I lay there waiting excitedly for him. Then he appeared in the doorway. He was like a vision of black sexuality with his beautiful dark cock fully erect, reminding me of the dream that I’d had that started all this. As he approached the bed, his hard on swayed from side to side like some sort of erotic metronome as he walked towards the bed, just like in my dream. My Alpha male was coming for me. He wasn’t asking, demanding, or trying to seduce me, he was just coming to claim me; to make me his. I could feel my heart pounding and I was growing nervous. Even though he’d fucked me the night before, that cock was still intimidating to look at, especially when it was pointed straight at you.
“Oh, you do seem to be ready for me,” I said.
“Baby girl, I’ve been ready for you ever since I woke up, and when I was asleep, I was dreaming about you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed with his cock standing tall. “You don’t know what it’s like to try to piss into the toilet in this condition. I thought about using the shower stall.”
“We’ll have to do something to fix that,” I said as I reached out and ran my fingertips up the full length of his impressive erection, smiled at him, and winked. “I think I know a way.”
“I love how you think,” he said and leaned down to kiss me.
It was a prolonged passionate kiss; our tongues slithering and sliding across each other in some sort of sensuously enticing snake dance. His big hand went to my crotch caressing my pussy, arousing me even further. I had no use for the preliminaries at that point, I was too turned on. All I wanted was for him to take me, to fuck me. I wanted his big black cock inside me. I didn’t have to wait long; he was ready to fulfill my wish. He moved above me, between my spread thighs. I bent my knees up and waited, nervous with anticipation. Even though he’d done me the night before and I’d loved it, his cock was still intimidating. As he supported himself with one arm, I felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my waiting slit. Then he pressed it between my cunt lips and I felt the tip go in.
He took my hands in his and held them down on the mattress above my head as he pushed his hips forward. Unlike the night before, where he’d paused for my pussy to adjust to his size, this time he gave it to me in one long, slow, steady thrust; stretching and filling me. It was all that I’d remembered from the first time and more. Once again I felt that strange, wonderful, erotically painful, sensation as he penetrated deep into me. He was in me balls deep. It almost felt like he was pushing my innards out of his way, concerned with nothing except fucking me silly. The night before I’d had enough to drink that my senses were clouded, but that morning I was sober and fully aware of what was happening. This was sex on a whole new level for me; getting fucked for the pure joy of fucking.
I raised my legs and crossed my ankles behind my back. As he began pumping his cock back and forth in me I wriggled my hips with every one of his thrusts, constantly changing the sensations involved. It was a glorious feeling; every forward stroke stretching me with that same sweet pain, then relieving it as he pulled back only to repeat the process over and over and over again. At first he took short strokes, but slowly started to take longer ones. It was the long ones that I enjoyed the most. The thrilling feel of that damned cock traveling at least eight to nine inches into me and the repeated sensation of being stretched out and then released was almost indescribable. I loved what this man and his cock were doing to me.
Finally I felt my legs begin to shake. I didn’t need that to tell me that I was going to orgasm. I had felt that building deep inside of myself, but this told me it was going to be a big, toe curling, eyeballs rolling into your head orgasm. He let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around me. With my arms free, I hugged him tightly. My spine stiffened as I began to cum. Then I began to tremble all over, almost as if I were having a seizure of some type and I guess, in a way I was. I never had an orgasm this powerful before. It probably looked like I was having a convulsion, it was that strong. Slowly, I began to regain control as the orgasm subsided.
“Damn,” he said softly in my ear, “baby girl, I’ve got to go for it!”
“Do it,” I told him in gasping breaths. “Give it to me, all that you’ve got.”
Pulling his arms from around me, he shifted his weight on top of me as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. I would have thought his weight would be crushing since he was so much bigger than I was, but I handled it well. The feeling of being pinned down under him enhanced the experience. He then started thrusting into me wildly, almost frantically. The head of his cock pounded my insides like a jack hammer. The muscles in my crotch began tingling, signaling the approach of another orgasm. Suddenly he jammed his cock into me and held it there. I felt the first throb as he began to cum. It’s hard to describe the sensation of a man cumming inside you, so just let me say when you’ve got a cock that size pressing tight against the bottom of your vagina and he shoots his load, you know something’s going on in there. There were two more throbs; big man, big dick, big balls equals a big load.
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered desperately to him. “Please, I’m close again. Please keep going.”
He needed no further encouragement. I felt his hands grip my ass cheeks again and he wordlessly resumed his frenzied assault on my tortured cunt. I began to sob repeatedly as I experienced yet another gut rattling orgasm. When it passed I went limp, almost in a swoon, breathing heavily. Harold let go of my ass and supported himself on his elbows taking the bulk of his weight off me. He looked down at me.
“Damn, girl!” he said in approval, slowly shaking his head. “You fuck like a little wildcat!”
I smiled at him and giggled, “It’s nice to be appreciated.”
He pulled out, then kissed me hard on the lips. I felt completely contented, fully satisfied, and more than a little proud of myself and my newly reawakened sexuality. He laid down alongside me and took me in his arms. “Damn, Patsy, if I knew you were this hot, we could have gotten together long before this.”
“No, no we couldn’t have, because I wasn’t like this until now. My marriage breaking up shook something loose inside me. Until then I was a nice shy little housewife. Now I want to have some fun.”
“Well, I’m glad I was here to help you out with that, but I hope that doesn’t mean this was just a onetime thing. I think we can have a lot more fun together, don’t you?”
“Ooohhh, yeeesss!” I said with a smile and gave him a quick kiss. “We’re through for the day. I have to get home, but we’re not done forever.”
When we left his apartment so he could drive me home, I had a whole new attitude as I walked down the hallway holding onto his arm. I no longer cared about what his neighbors would think if they saw us. I had just had the best sex of my life up until that point. I was fully satisfied and not the least bit bothered by displaying my new found decadence.
I was true to my word; Harold and I did see more of each other. We went at it hot and heavy that summer. We drifted apart largely because of the age difference, but also because I wanted continue exploring my sexuality. An affair fit in with that well, a permanent lover did not. But I’ve remained fond of him to this day and we have had an occasional “reunion” from time to time. As I have mentioned, I felt bad about myself the marriage fell apart and he restored my self-esteem and reawakened my sexuality. There were a lot of firsts involved too. The most obvious were, of course, my first interracial affair and my first time being fucked by a big cock. But it was also my first time with anyone other my soon to be ex-husband. It was the first time I ever selected a man, went out, picked him up and let him fuck me. It was the first time I ever put out just because I wanted to. It’s hard for me to believe now that I’d never had casual sex before that, but I hadn’t. I came away from it with a sense of sexual empowerment and I owed it all to my Alpha-Male. Thank you Harold, I love you for that.
I woke up with a start, momentarily confused. It was daylight and a hand was between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy. It felt nice. I felt wanted and when you’re in the middle of a divorce feeling wanted is important.
“You’re finally awake? I’ve been waiting for you,” Harold said softly, “waiting patiently.”
“You’ll have to wait just a little longer, sweetie, I have to pee.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I got up and went into the bathroom. Once I relieved myself, I went to the sink and put some toothpaste on my finger and began scrubbing my teeth that way, thinking he might get mad if I used his toothbrush. There was a drinking glass there, so I filled it with cold water and drank it down, since I felt parched. Lastly I took a mouthful of his mouthwash, rinsing and gargling to freshen my morning breath. I felt I was ready for him. When I went back into the bed room, he got up.
“I have to go too,” he said and left the room.
I lay there waiting excitedly for him. Then he appeared in the doorway. He was like a vision of black sexuality with his beautiful dark cock fully erect, reminding me of the dream that I’d had that started all this. As he approached the bed, his hard on swayed from side to side like some sort of erotic metronome as he walked towards the bed, just like in my dream. My Alpha male was coming for me. He wasn’t asking, demanding, or trying to seduce me, he was just coming to claim me; to make me his. I could feel my heart pounding and I was growing nervous. Even though he’d fucked me the night before, that cock was still intimidating to look at, especially when it was pointed straight at you.
“Oh, you do seem to be ready for me,” I said.
“Baby girl, I’ve been ready for you ever since I woke up, and when I was asleep, I was dreaming about you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed with his cock standing tall. “You don’t know what it’s like to try to piss into the toilet in this condition. I thought about using the shower stall.”
“We’ll have to do something to fix that,” I said as I reached out and ran my fingertips up the full length of his impressive erection, smiled at him, and winked. “I think I know a way.”
“I love how you think,” he said and leaned down to kiss me.
It was a prolonged passionate kiss; our tongues slithering and sliding across each other in some sort of sensuously enticing snake dance. His big hand went to my crotch caressing my pussy, arousing me even further. I had no use for the preliminaries at that point, I was too turned on. All I wanted was for him to take me, to fuck me. I wanted his big black cock inside me. I didn’t have to wait long; he was ready to fulfill my wish. He moved above me, between my spread thighs. I bent my knees up and waited, nervous with anticipation. Even though he’d done me the night before and I’d loved it, his cock was still intimidating. As he supported himself with one arm, I felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my waiting slit. Then he pressed it between my cunt lips and I felt the tip go in.
He took my hands in his and held them down on the mattress above my head as he pushed his hips forward. Unlike the night before, where he’d paused for my pussy to adjust to his size, this time he gave it to me in one long, slow, steady thrust; stretching and filling me. It was all that I’d remembered from the first time and more. Once again I felt that strange, wonderful, erotically painful, sensation as he penetrated deep into me. He was in me balls deep. It almost felt like he was pushing my innards out of his way, concerned with nothing except fucking me silly. The night before I’d had enough to drink that my senses were clouded, but that morning I was sober and fully aware of what was happening. This was sex on a whole new level for me; getting fucked for the pure joy of fucking.
I raised my legs and crossed my ankles behind my back. As he began pumping his cock back and forth in me I wriggled my hips with every one of his thrusts, constantly changing the sensations involved. It was a glorious feeling; every forward stroke stretching me with that same sweet pain, then relieving it as he pulled back only to repeat the process over and over and over again. At first he took short strokes, but slowly started to take longer ones. It was the long ones that I enjoyed the most. The thrilling feel of that damned cock traveling at least eight to nine inches into me and the repeated sensation of being stretched out and then released was almost indescribable. I loved what this man and his cock were doing to me.
Finally I felt my legs begin to shake. I didn’t need that to tell me that I was going to orgasm. I had felt that building deep inside of myself, but this told me it was going to be a big, toe curling, eyeballs rolling into your head orgasm. He let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around me. With my arms free, I hugged him tightly. My spine stiffened as I began to cum. Then I began to tremble all over, almost as if I were having a seizure of some type and I guess, in a way I was. I never had an orgasm this powerful before. It probably looked like I was having a convulsion, it was that strong. Slowly, I began to regain control as the orgasm subsided.
“Damn,” he said softly in my ear, “baby girl, I’ve got to go for it!”
“Do it,” I told him in gasping breaths. “Give it to me, all that you’ve got.”
Pulling his arms from around me, he shifted his weight on top of me as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. I would have thought his weight would be crushing since he was so much bigger than I was, but I handled it well. The feeling of being pinned down under him enhanced the experience. He then started thrusting into me wildly, almost frantically. The head of his cock pounded my insides like a jack hammer. The muscles in my crotch began tingling, signaling the approach of another orgasm. Suddenly he jammed his cock into me and held it there. I felt the first throb as he began to cum. It’s hard to describe the sensation of a man cumming inside you, so just let me say when you’ve got a cock that size pressing tight against the bottom of your vagina and he shoots his load, you know something’s going on in there. There were two more throbs; big man, big dick, big balls equals a big load.
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered desperately to him. “Please, I’m close again. Please keep going.”
He needed no further encouragement. I felt his hands grip my ass cheeks again and he wordlessly resumed his frenzied assault on my tortured cunt. I began to sob repeatedly as I experienced yet another gut rattling orgasm. When it passed I went limp, almost in a swoon, breathing heavily. Harold let go of my ass and supported himself on his elbows taking the bulk of his weight off me. He looked down at me.
“Damn, girl!” he said in approval, slowly shaking his head. “You fuck like a little wildcat!”
I smiled at him and giggled, “It’s nice to be appreciated.”
He pulled out, then kissed me hard on the lips. I felt completely contented, fully satisfied, and more than a little proud of myself and my newly reawakened sexuality. He laid down alongside me and took me in his arms. “Damn, Patsy, if I knew you were this hot, we could have gotten together long before this.”
“No, no we couldn’t have, because I wasn’t like this until now. My marriage breaking up shook something loose inside me. Until then I was a nice shy little housewife. Now I want to have some fun.”
“Well, I’m glad I was here to help you out with that, but I hope that doesn’t mean this was just a onetime thing. I think we can have a lot more fun together, don’t you?”
“Ooohhh, yeeesss!” I said with a smile and gave him a quick kiss. “We’re through for the day. I have to get home, but we’re not done forever.”
When we left his apartment so he could drive me home, I had a whole new attitude as I walked down the hallway holding onto his arm. I no longer cared about what his neighbors would think if they saw us. I had just had the best sex of my life up until that point. I was fully satisfied and not the least bit bothered by displaying my new found decadence.
I was true to my word; Harold and I did see more of each other. We went at it hot and heavy that summer. We drifted apart largely because of the age difference, but also because I wanted continue exploring my sexuality. An affair fit in with that well, a permanent lover did not. But I’ve remained fond of him to this day and we have had an occasional “reunion” from time to time. As I have mentioned, I felt bad about myself the marriage fell apart and he restored my self-esteem and reawakened my sexuality. There were a lot of firsts involved too. The most obvious were, of course, my first interracial affair and my first time being fucked by a big cock. But it was also my first time with anyone other my soon to be ex-husband. It was the first time I ever selected a man, went out, picked him up and let him fuck me. It was the first time I ever put out just because I wanted to. It’s hard for me to believe now that I’d never had casual sex before that, but I hadn’t. I came away from it with a sense of sexual empowerment and I owed it all to my Alpha-Male. Thank you Harold, I love you for that.
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