There’s something about a black man that just really turns me on. I’m a petite blonde girl, big blue eyes and long hair, but to me, a black man is the finest piece of guy out there.
I had this one guy who was really tall, about 6’6”. He had really short hair, not quite fully shaved, but really close-cut. He had the whole broad shoulders and gorgeous muscle tone thing going, a really hot ass and killer smile. I really liked him, and so when he asked me if I wanted to go out to the club with him, of course I was thrilled.
I got dressed in one of my slinky black dresses and high-heeled shoes. I didn’t wear anything underneath, just in case he decided that he wanted more than dancing. When he came to pick me up, he seemed really appreciative of my choice in dress, his eyes of chocolate roving over me as though he really wanted to skip the club altogether.
We hit the club just as things were starting to get lively. He introduced me to some of his friends and we all sat around and had some drinks, then danced a bit. Every time we were on the dance floor together he and I would grind, and I could feel his hard, hot cock under those jeans he wore.
After a couple of hours, we decided that the club just wasn’t kicking any more, so we left to go to his place. When he opened the door, I was amazed at how neat the place was, and he had a cute cat that came right up and meowed to be petted. I leaned down to pet the cat, and then I felt his hand sliding over my back and ass.
Delighted, I turned as I straightened back up, looking him in the eyes. Reaching out, I trailed my hand over his chest, then started to unbutton his shirt. He smiled at me and reached around behind me, unzipping my dress and letting fall to the floor. I stood there naked for him to see.
He reached out and pulled me in, kissing me even as he guided my hands to take off his clothes until he stood there naked, his body cut nicely and his uncut cock reaching for me. He put a hand on the top of my head and gently pushed me to my knees, telling me in his velvet voice to suck him.
I started by gently pulling back the foreskin and licking around the head a bit, teasing him as I inhaled the musky smell of his body. He smelled like male skin and soap and it was not at all unpleasant when I opened my mouth and tongued his cock as I slid my lips over it. He moaned and I started to put some suction in the mix, using my hands to stroke him as I sucked.
He held my hair out of my face for me as I sucked, and I appreciated his thoughtfulness. But after a few minutes, he pulled away from me, his eyes closed as he took several deep breaths. Once he opened his eyes, though, he smiled and urged me to stand up. Once I stood up, he lifted me in those strong arms of his and carried me to his room, setting me down on his king-sized bed.
He reached into the drawer of the nightstand and found a condom and rolled it on, then lifted my legs, resting them on his arms as he knelt between my white thighs. Slowly he pushed his throbbing cock into me, and I moaned as he filled me deeper than any other man I’ve ever been with in my life. He started to fuck me slow, his dark skin a sharp contrast against my pale white skin as my hands caressed his chest and then slid around his waist.
After a few minutes, he drew back and started fucking me harder, his hands lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders, his meat pounding into me so hard I thought he was trying to break me in two. He groaned as he pumped, and my fingernails dug into his arms while I held on for dear life, riding this fuck for all it was worth and loving every second of it, crying out in ecstasy every time his cock drove in.
Suddenly he pulled out and ripped off the condom, stroking his cock for just a moment until his hot cream splashed over my tits. Wave after wave of goo splattered against my skin, and my fingers spread it around as he finished. For a moment, he just knelt there with his eyes shut tight, savoring his orgasm. Then he opened his eyes to smile at me and offer to share a shower.
We hit it again in the shower and met often for fuck sessions before I had to move out of the state. I wonder if he still wants to get together, maybe I could go visit him.
