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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My First BBC
Several months had passed since my last adventure and life was happy; my wardrobe expanded and my life outside work was almost entirely female. It was around this time that I found myself drawn to that ever popular of subjects, interracial sex.
I had always enjoyed the sights of black against white, the contrast in flesh exciting and stimulating, but up until now I had not acted on any lingering desire to pursue these feelings. Always seeking new experiences, I decided that I owed it to myself to spend time with a black man, to see and experience that which is so popular to so many. I gazed up in thought recounting the penises I'd served so far, all delicious, all satisfying, all white. Closing my eyes I imagined lying on my back and spreading my legs wide, inviting a long, thick dark cock to push into my white body. The image of a powerful, black dick hanging from my femininity caused a flutter in my body and my heart to race. I reached over to the computer and started browsing the personals.
I typed up a short, polite personal ad and posted it with a demure picture of me in a dress, stood legs crossed and back arched slightly, girlish and coy with a hint of naughty.
'TV seeks friendly first BBC'
I spent the next few hours refreshing my mail and reading the numerous replies that filtered through from eager admirers. Mostly a collection of single line grunts or worse, I came to stop on a politely written mail from the handsome looking 'Master A'.
'Hey there, you look great and sound lovely. I'm an experienced 40 y/o guy who loves to spend time with girls like you. I can accommodate at my place and am always a gentleman. I'd love to treat you like the princess you are.
Hope to hear back from you
Master A x'
The picture was of a mocha skinned man in his 40s, not muscly but fit and toned, a handsome face beaming a wide smile back that was both disarming and alluring.
Replying back, I gave my name and expressed my wish to serve my first black cock. Master A replied shortly after,
'Sure, I'd love to have you over and treat you like a princess. You look so beautiful in your picture, will you wear the same dress for me babe?'
The dress in the picture was one I'd just bought, a black sleeveless skater dress with a mesh chest, the kind of dress you could wear to a party looking elegant and innocent with a hint of sexy.
'I'd love to' I replied, cheeks blushing at the thoughts racing through my mind. We arranged for the weekend and said our goodbyes, my body already writhing at the delights yet to come.
Saturday followed Friday and any nervous worry or sense of shame I felt was replaced by the tingling anticipation that fluttered in my body and tickled my clit. I was up early getting ready, smoothing my body down in the shower, leaving a delicate line of hair above my clit. Around midday I traveled by bus to meet my lover, the blue jeans and baggy grey hoodie I wore hiding black stockings, lace suspender belt, bra and thong. Hints of femininity were scattered on my person; my nails were gleaming with fresh pink nail polish applied earlier that day, and for the first time I was outside wearing my C cup breastforms, held tight against my skin by a pocket bra, my loose fitting hoodie barely disguising the female mounds underneath.
Avoiding all eye contact I hurried along, face blushing at the occasional second glance from passers by. After a short journey I arrived at my destination and rang the number I was given.
"Hello, it's Jo. I'm outside" I said, my light, feminine voice low to avoid eavesdroppers.
"Sure, I'll be right there" came the reply.
I stood eagerly on the doorstep of the terraced house, the street quiet and empty as I glanced round wide eyed, heart racing. After a few moments I heard feet approach the door from inside and the lock turning.
The door crept open revealing a tall, lightly dark skinned man in his 40s with short dark hair, wide, handsome smile, wearing a dressing gown tied shut.
"Hi, come in, come in!" said Master A as he ushered me through the door. Smiling and nodding I stepped through into the hallway.
"This way", said my admirer, pointing me to a bedroom down the hall.
"I need to change", I said, glancing around at the room I found myself in. It was a small bedroom consisting of single bed, chest of drawers and fireplace, above which hung a large, wide mirror with gold frame.
"Sure, there's a bathroom just there, it's a bit small but hopefully enough" said Master A, gesturing to an en-suite in the corner of the room.
"Thanks", I said as I pulled my hoodie up over my head, black bra and breasts revealed underneath. I threw the hoodie to the side and unbuckled my belt, my lover's eyes sparkling at the first sight of the woman I was to become. Sliding my jeans to reveal my black suspenders and thong, I saw the smile on Master A's face beam handsomely.
"I'll just leave these boy things here", I said, tossing the hoodie and jeans to the side, "I'll try not to be long!". I entered the en-suite and playfully left the door ajar.
We chatted as I stood in the bathroom applying my makeup, Master A sat on the bed peeking through the open door at my slim, white body leaning in close to the mirror. I wore a shoulder length brunette wig with fringe, black lace trim bra and thong, suspenders and stockings, gold earrings, necklace and bracelets. My lips and nails pink, I finished with a natural eye shadow and light rose blush.
"Can you help me with this?" I asked as I pulled the waist of my skater dress over my hips.
"Sure", he replied.
I walked out of the bathroom and turned the unzipped back of my dress to my admirer as I held my hair up. Gently, he zipped me up before kissing the delicate nape of my neck. Fully dressed and ready, I spun around, the hem of my skirt dancing a flash of invitation to the man stood in front of me.
"What do you think?" I asked, biting my lip as I batted my wide blue eyes at him.
"You look incredible Jo!" he said, still smiling.
We talked for a few minutes, introducing ourselves, our lives, desires and experiences. Shortly after, Master A stood in the centre of the room and untied the loose drawstring around his dressing gown, letting it drape open to reveal a pair of orange briefs, his tumescence obvious from the bulging growth between his legs.
Head cocked I walked towards him with a feminine gait, one foot in front of the other. Placing my hands on his naked chest I looked up with wide eyes and whispered to him teasingly.
"You know I've never been with a black man before don't you?" I proclaimed innocently, "I know it's naughty, but I get so turned on thinking about a nice hunky guy like you against my skin". I raised myself on my toes and kissed his cheek, a smile of embarrassment creeping over my pink glossed lips.
Master A placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him, his developing hardness teasing into me, signalling my body to be ready. I closed my eyes as his lips touched my own, our tongues teasing inquisitively at first before passionately embracing each other.
Moving one of his hands down lower I felt him grab at my soft behind from on top of my dress. I let out a sigh of pleasure, hands still firm against his chest as his tongue tickled the contours of my lips. I moved one hand down his body and came to rest on his heavy manhood, now throbbing beneath his straining briefs. Gently massaging his size, I felt his hands rolling up the hem of my skirt, his fingers now softly squeezing my white flesh as he lowered his head to kiss my neck.
Opening my eyes I gazed into the mirror on the wall, my clit fighting against the tightness of my thong as I marveled with lust and delight at the vision of our bodies, both writhing in passionate unison, my smooth, pale white skin surrendering to his powerful black stature.
Moving my hands back up over his chest and to his shoulders, I pushed back the dressing gown still draped open and let it fall to floor. Now stood in just his bulging, orange briefs, Master A smiled at me as I shyly tilted my head.
"Here", I said, handing him my camera, "do what you like with this, I love being photographed and filmed".
I moved back closer to the toned, dark skin of Master A and slowly dropped to my knees.
"Let me take a look at this big, black cock of yours Master" I said, gazing up into his eyes as he began to capture the moment forever with camera flashes. I lowered my gaze to the firm package in front of me and started to slowly remove his underwear, a long, brown thickness springing up from behind the material.
At just about 9 inches long, Master A's cock was everything I'd hoped my first interracial encounter would be like: warm brown skin, foreskin naturally retracting over a lighter brown head, not too thick to fit, but thick enough to make me feel like a woman, a powerful muscle running from two tightly packed balls up to the tip, groomed and shaved trim. It was an inviting presence as it swung and twitched before me.
I placed a hand over the helmet, my feminine fingers running slowly down his length to his balls as I looked up with an expression of shock.
"Wow, that is a delicious looking cock, Master," I said looking up at my amorous accomplice, "can I suck it?"
Master A smiled and started stroking my head, an unspoken instruction to satisfy my thirst.
Spreading my knees wide I dropped lower onto the floor, the thong against my pussy rubbing desire deeper into my being. With one hand still on the base of his shaft, I opened my mouth and welcomed his dark, throbbing masculinity in past my lips, not stopping until I felt his head brushing against my throat.
Letting out groans of pleasure and stroking my head, Master A encouraged me further with gentle motions of his hips. I ran my hands up and down his thighs and looked up at him, his dark cock held firmly between my lips.
"Umfh, Jo you suck good, you know that?" he said, now placing both hands on the back of my head.
I smiled, his cock still filling my mouth as he pulled my head closer towards him with gentle pressure. I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing my throat, feeling his end slip deeper past the back of my mouth and into my throat. Gagging slightly at first, I placed my hands on his rear as it tensed up, pulling myself closer into him, his masculine smell intoxicating with lust, stirring my womanhood.
"Ah yeah that's it," he said as my lips reached his balls, "oh yeah that feels good, Jo."
I did my best to massage his cock with my tongue, it's girth and length leaving little room for movement as it filled and twitched in my warm mouth. I pulled back letting out a gasp of air to marvel at his now fully erect dick, engorged and throbbing, black skin glistening wet with saliva.
Still on my knees with two hands on his length, I started wanking his sloppy, hard dick, twisting my hands with deep strokes and delighting at the long, powerful black cock eagerly pulling towards me.
I spent quite some time there, sitting knees apart on the floor before my tall, black master, my mouth massaging his long, powerful member as it pulsed and gleaned with my desire. Pulling his cock from my mouth, lips lingering to kiss the full tip as it pleaded with me for more, I stood up slowly and kissed him passionately on the lips. I could feel his cock pushing its way into my body, the hard flesh causing my pussy to long for attention. I turned around and pushed my hips slowly against his crotch as he ran his hands down my sides.
"Can you?" I said as I pulled my hair to one side, drawing attention to the zip on my dress.
Master A kissed my nape again tenderly as he unzipped me, running a hand across my shoulders and down to my waist. I turned around and cast him a naughty smile as I wriggled myself out of my skater dress, kicking myself free as it fell to the floor.
Looking at me with big, kind eyes and an even bigger smile, Master A stroked his cock slowly as I stood in front of him, my smooth, pale skin clad in black stockings, suspender belt and thong, breasts pushed forward from beneath a black lace bra.
Embarrassed by the bulging of my clit, aroused intensely behind my thong, I tilted my head down, my cheeks blushing red I tried to hide my femininity.
"Don't be shy," he said, "you have such a beautiful body!"
I smiled and turned around for him, delighting in arousing this powerful, black man.
"Tell me what you'd like me to do", I said, moving my hips and tilting my head invitingly.
Master A picked up my camera again and took a photo, "I'd like you to play with yourself", he said, "show me how much you want it".
I smiled and bit my lip playfully.
Turning my back to my lover, I glanced backwards and down at his still throbbing cock, licking my lips. Placing my hands on the chest of drawers, I spread my legs and arched my back.
"Nice, nice" said the man behind me, "now show me where you want it".
I placed a hand between my legs and ran it slowly up my inner thigh, curling my pink nailed fingers up to my pussy, gently massaging my hole through the fabric of my thong.
Master A continued to photograph me, my body writhing in pleasure as I pulled my thong aside and toyed with my feminine hole, my fingers slowly probing in and out of the inviting warmth. Dropping to his knees, I felt his hands on my ass and his tongue teasing my flesh. My heart racing and body tingling with anticipation, I turned my head and pleaded to him with my eyes.
"I want to feel that big, black cock inside me" I heard myself say, losing control of my senses as his tongue pushed deep into my pussy.
He withdrew his wet, probing tongue and gently slapped my cheeks.
"You want me to make you feel like a real girl?" he asked as he undid the clasps of my suspenders.
"Mm", I nodded, my face flushing with passion as his hands slowly pulled down the black lace around my hips, my clit springing free before me.
Stepping out of my thong as it rested on the floor, I pulled my stockings up and re-fastened them to my suspenders, a tickling sensation piquing my libido, my naked hole exposed to the warm, lust filled air. Still with my hands on the drawer in front of me, I wiggled my hips as Master A massaged and parted my cheeks, his tongue digging back deeper into my girlish opening. I flung my head back and arched my body further, letting out more sighs of pleasure as I felt a rush of excitement course through my body.
With a reassured ease, Master A grabbed my hips and moved me over to the bed. I fell forward without waiting for instruction, leaving my smooth ass presenting to my master, the straps on my suspenders caressing my thighs as the warm air enveloped around my eager, hungry sexuality.
Moving my hips from side to side, head to the mattress and pussy presenting, I started groaning with lust.
"I want that big dick inside me" I said, the shy girl-next-door no longer concerned about embarrassment.
I heard a draw open and turned my gaze to see Master A opening a condom and rolling it down his impressive size, the thickness of his muscle making me yearn to feel his presence. A warm trickle of liquid ran down between my cheeks as I felt powerful hands massage my hole, easing me open as they probed me with lube.
I felt a powerful hand on the back of my neck, gently squeezing before running down my body and resting on my hips.
"Go slowly", I asked with trepidation.
Feeling the rounded tip of his long, black cock edge slowly into me, I rolled my eyes back and let out a sigh, lowering my body and relaxing as I pushed back onto the thickness behind me. Unlike the cocks that had come before, this time was at first painful, causing me to let out a yelp as the width of his head broke into my pussy.
"Slowly!", I cried, "Please go slowly".
Master A pulled the tip of his cock out, my pussy closing up around him as he retreated. Stroking my smooth cheeks with gentle assurance, he placed his heaving manhood against my quivering pussy again, this time pushing a little deeper, his hand firm against the base of his cock, in and out, again and again, a little deeper each time. I closed my eyes and licked my lips, focusing intently on the growing presence between my legs.
I felt my body relaxing, his thickness forcing me wider as he pushed deeper inside, making me his girl. Sensing my pussy accustomed, I pushed myself back slowly as he pushed forward, his grip now firm on my hips. Letting out a moan of lust, I felt the base of his cock pushing up against my body, his big, black cock teasing 9 inches inside my being.
We worked together slowly, pulling the whole length of his hung dick out of me, then back in deep; as our passion grew, so did the speed of our movements. I looked to the side and into the mirror on the wall, snapping momentarily out of my lust for cock and gazing at myself in the mirror: slim, white body arched and gyrating backwards onto a hung, black man pounding passionately into me, dominating and powerful.
I pulled forward and felt all 9 inches slip out from my warmth, my hole left open in its wake. Rolling onto my back I smiled at the lustful hunk breathing heavily, his black dick swinging and eager, as if controlled with a mind of its own. I spread my legs wide and placed a hand over my clit, wishing it was a real pussy for my hunk to fill with his seed. Taking his cue, Master A moved between my legs and held one to the side as he placed his impressive dick against my shaved pussy. Still wet and ready, he slid in with ease, letting out a groan as his eyes fixated on the dark meat pushing aside the white lips of my flesh.
I grabbed my breasts and arched my back as I felt his powerful cock push deep into me, probing further than any man had before. Angling my hips, I squeezed my pussy tight around his throbbing shaft as he slid it forwards and back, the sound of his balls slapping my skin as he drilled home thrust after thrust. Feeling every inch of his cock as it thrust deep inside, I closed my eyes, mouth agape in ecstasy, my mind and body completely attuned to womanhood.
Still penetrated deep inside, Master A moved his body up higher, pulled my hips close in to his and laid down over me as he continued to plunge his long, delicious dick deep, my status as his woman confirmed further with each thrust. I raised my legs and wrapped them around him, squeezing tighter still as he probed deep, my pussy warm, used and begging for more.
Breathless, he raised his body from mine and looked down at his black cock retreating slowly from my white cheeks. Sensing he was out of breath, I sat up and looked at him.
"Why don't you lie down, you've been hard at work; let me take care of this for you" I smiled wickedly, reaching a hand forward and stroking his cock.
His eyes smiling, Master A laid down on the bed as I straddled him, reverse cowgirl. With one hand on his still hard cock, I lowered myself down, swallowing up his long, black thickness into my wet, girly hole.
Grinding down onto his pulsing cock, I felt him penetrate me, in and out of my body, the length of his dick massaging my femininity as it pushed slickly into my smooth opening. Glancing to my side I caught sight of myself in the mirror once again, straddled reverse cowgirl over my lover, riding his glistening black cock with passion, bouncing up and down, up and down, his thick length revealed protruding from my white skin whenever I raised myself up, only to disappear again into my feminine body as my cheeks thrust down onto him.
Reaching forward and placing my hands on his legs, I looked down past my breasts and body, delighting at the sight of his long, hard, black cock, docked firmly into my pussy, the muscle on his glistening shaft pulsing as his firm hands squeezed my cheeks. It was a blissful display; a masculine black man, his powerful penis inserted into my smooth white femme body, cementing my role as willing, submissive girl, a servant to his masculinity.
I looked him in the eye and smiled as I slowly lifted myself off his long, 9 inch stiffness, a thudding slap sounding out as my hole released his tip, his cock thumping against his chest. I turned around and sat straddling him, playfully twirling my hair as he lay breathing heavily. Shifting down between his legs, I took his cock in my hand and removed the condom, licking up slowly from his balls to his tip.
"I want to taste your cum," I said, part wicked, part shy. He let out a satisfied groan and laid his head back against the pillow. With one hand on his shaft, I started to lick and suck his engorged helmet, wanking his length with long, slow motions. Noticing Master A's breathing get faster, I placed my free hand on his balls and gently stroked them, my mouth going deeper down his hard, black dick. With a sharp intake of breath, Master A grabbed my shoulder, his balls tightening as his mighty dick twitched firmly. A split second later I felt it, a warm spurt tickling against the roof of my mouth; I pulled my lips up off his dick as two or three more warm, thick releases shot up and found their place across my cheek and brow. With the warmth of his climax over me, I leaned down sucking hard at his tip, the remains of his cum still seeping out from his end and down over my hand. Wanking him slowly, I took his manhood from my lips and looked him in the eyes, smiling as I let his warm cum run from my mouth a little, a mark of satisfaction as it dribbled down to my chin.
Both satisfied, I wiped the semen from my face and licked my fingers before laying down next to him on his bed. I felt incredibly feminine as I cuddled up to him, a strong, black arm around my shoulders as I lay my head on his chest, a leg wrapped over his body. I could've slept there all night, my body still reeling from use, warm and tingling, my mouth missing the pushing flesh that occupied it, my pussy still twitching open from use.
We laid there cuddling for some time before I made my excuses and retreated to the bathroom to prepare for my journey. Travelling back a little later, my stockings, suspenders and bra stirred desires of womanhood from underneath my jeans and hoodie. I couldn't wait to get home and relive my first interracial encounter, the delicious big black cock that made me his girl, the hot passion of black on white. My hazy lust was so intense that I hardly noticed my nails still pink, remains of eye shadow and mascara in the corners of my eyes, the smell of masculine seed still drifting from my body. I wondered later if anyone noticed as I sat slumped at the back of the bus, writhing in my seat at the thought of my adventure. Although a little embarrassed at being exposed for the cock hungry Tgirl I was, as with my previous escapades, I decided I did not care.
TBC |
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