Julia continues her story:
The fortnightly parties were lavish affairs. Usually about fifty people. Among the guests would be minor celebrities from TV, sport or politics. The men were all in black tie, and the women wore fantastic dresses. I felt severely under dressed wandering around in just a plain T shirt and jeans chatting to the guests. They were all very friendly and all wanted to speak with the English girl. It was my accent they adored, mostly they wanted to talk about the queen and the royal family.
A couple of days after the party there was a knock at my door. I assumed it was Sharron but it was Des. He had a box in his hands with a pink ribbon tied around it.
Des was about six foot tall, black, a dad's body, black hair, dark brown eyes, pleasant enough to look at, and a really friendly guy. I hadn't realised he had a day off. I invited him in and made us both a coffee.
He sat on the sofa, and I sat on a chair. I'd been a nanny for six weeks, and although Des and Sharron constantly told me how happy they were with me, I was slightly nervous. But I needn't have been. Des said, we are so lucky to have found you. We are so pleased about all that you've done for us.
I was wondering if he knew about Sharron and me, whether she'd told him.
Des said, you've become the star attraction at our parties, every one talks about how lovely you are. But we need to uprate what you wear. So I've brought you this. See what you think?
I opened the box, and pulled the items out. There was a pair of black fishnet stockings, suspender belt, a pair of black four inch stilettos, a French maids outfit and a black lacy bra and matching knickers. Topped off with a little hat.
Des looked at me nervously and said, I hope it's the right size? Sharron said it should be.
Well...as you know, I love dressing up and being the centre of attention. This wasn't cheap stuff. As I inspected the items I said to Des, oh I love it, thank you. There's only one way to see if it fits, and that's to try it on.
I stood up, took off my blouse, no bra of course, slipped my jeans off, no knickers either. And there I was, standing naked in front of Des. A slight sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. He shuffled on the sofa, trying to hide his erection. Me? As usual I was enjoying myself, showing off.
I leaned on the chair, my back to him as I put on the stockings and suspenders. Fully aware he had a perfect view of my ass, as they say here in the USA. I put the outfit and stilettos on and turned to face him. Des looked me up and down and said in a slightly quivering voice, you haven't put on the bra or knickers.
I said, I know, I prefer it that way. But what do you think? And I did a twirl.
Des said, OMG, you look stunning.
I moved around the room, parading. Des was sweating. I said, stand up, it's too hot in here, you'll be more comfortable with less clothes.
I unbuttoned his shirt, undid his belt and pulled his jeans and shoes off. I was feeling as sexy as hell, my pussy was literally dripping my juices onto the floor. His boxer shorts were bulging. I knelt before him.
This was my first experience with a black cock, and I was wondering if the stories were true. As in all black men have really big cocks. Only one way to find out. I put my fingers in his waistband and pulled his boxers down.
I love that moment when a cock first bounces into your face. His black cock was erect and dripping precum. It wasn't massive, about five inches I guessed. Not particularly girthy, average I would say. He was circumcised, and his cock and balls were surrounded by tight curly black pubic hair.
As I held his shaft in my lily white hands, the contrast between my white skin and his black cock absolutely fascinated me.
Des said, I don't think we should be doing this, what if Sharron finds out? I said, it's up to you, it's your choice, as I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him towards me and my mouth closed around the tip of his cock.
I pulled his hips back and forth, I could easily fit all of his cock into my mouth. After five minutes he said he was close to cumming, so I stopped, I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I lay back on the bed with my legs apart. He crawled between my thighs and as he went to penetrate me I stopped him. I said, are you sure? Up to now we can call it just a fumble.
But what man could resist at that point? Here I was lying back on the bed, mostly naked, with my fishnet stocking covered legs and my slit glistening wet in the light. My tits had escaped the garment. He hesitated, then his hands caressed my breasts, and tweaked my nipples and he slid his cock into my soaking wet cunt. His cock went in and out of my pussy like a piston. He fucked me hard and fast. After ten minutes he moaned and said he was about to cum. He went to withdraw his penis, but I clutched his buttocks, digging my fingernails in and held him in place.
In all my previous experiences, I very rarely felt cum ejaculating into my cunt. But this was different. I felt every jet of cum as it squirted into my pussy as his cock pulsated. It seemed to go for ages, causing me to simultaneously orgasm.
His penis softened and slid from my cunt. He lay beside me breathing heavily. He sat up and said, Sharron must never know about this. I said, I won't tell her. He got dressed and left. I took off the clothes and shoes and carefully packed them back in the box and had a shower.
A couple of hours later I was lounging around in my dressing gown when there was another knock on the door. It was Sharron. She asked if we could have a quick chat. She took me to my bedroom. I had to go and do an errand an hour later, so Sharron said she'd like to watch as I got dressed.
My bedroom stunk of sex, and I wondered if Sharron could smell it? As soon as I took my gown off there must have been something in the air, pheromones perhaps, because Sharron threw me on the bed and dived in between my thighs. She thrust her tongue and fingers into my slightly swollen pussy bringing me rapidly to an orgasm, and then another. As I watched her fingering and licking out my pussy I wondered if she could taste that her husband's cock had been in there just a couple of hours ago?
Sharron brought me to a third shuddering orgasm and I pushed her away. When I recovered I stood up and dressed. She was watching every move. She said something about the bed being so wet. I told her I'd showered and was so tired I got into bed still wet and fallen asleep. She seemed satisfied with that explanation.
She told me her and Des had a conversation about what I should wear at their parties. She hoped I didn't mind, but she'd ordered something for me and Des would drop it in later. I didn't dare tell her I'd already seen it. |
