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And then, incredibly, a door banged at the entrance to the venue.
We stopped, hearts pounding. A voice and footsteps: "Hello? I saw your cars outside and I'll get the keys from you now!"
Frantic, we jerked apart, Robert turning away to zip himself, tuck in his shirt, then walk away to meet the owner; me adjusting my skirt, trying to find my panties on the floor in the dark. Too late – the owner walked around the corner and Robert and I, trying to breathe normally, trying to discreetly pull my hair straight and away from my face, walked out to hand him the keys and leave.
Moments later we stopped in the car park, watching the owner drive away, now locked out of the venue and in open sunshine. Robert's belt was buckled differently, and there was dust on my skirt from when I had been on my knees. I found it hard to look him in the eyes – exposed to the light of day, the events of the past half hour seemed surreal. "Maybe," I said, "we should pretend that it didn't happen. Maybe this is the wrong thing."
In the bright light of the day he looked me in the eyes. "I regret nothing. I told you – you can walk away whenever you choose." He stepped closer, and his words were the more shocking for the banality of the setting. "You have a plump married cunny that needs me. And you may be turning this over in your mind, feeling some shame and guilt – but when you're alone you're going to remember every moment. And you're going to want every moment again."
I stood in the car park, aware that my panties were somewhere inside the venue, feeling the strangeness of nakedness beneath my skirt. He leaned forward and kissed me, not soft, pressing a point, while his hand cupped me through my skirt, finding my slit against the material and rubbing across it while, again, I allowed him to.
"Wet camel toe. Lynne's wet camel toe." He stepped back and suddenly there seemed to be nothing left to say. My mind was racing, I was exhausted with the alcohol, the sexual discovery, the near exposure, and I had the beginnings of the guilt that was to haunt me forever.
"Remember – when we meet again you either wear white mommy panties, or this will never happen again. You accept every step of the way, or we don't do this at all." There was a brief strained pause.
"I have to make Richard's dinner," I said. "I have to go."
"I know," he smiled. "It's time for Lynne to go back to Richard."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 year agoI gave this 5 stars because
1. it was a hot story, a mature white woman sucking off a black man's cock for the first time in her life
2. it was similar to my circumstances when I was 48 in a stale marriage and sucking a black friendss cock in my back yard and his car, any chance I could get
3. it was similar to my slow seduction into the arms of a younger man, the sexual tension was overwhelming, it took weeks my brain surging back and forth from just giving him blowjobs to spreading my legs for him to fuck my white pussy
4. the racial aspect, a middle aged white woman being fucked by a young black man, the domination of her and her husband
1954hallalmost 8 years agoI like the lead up to the main body. A white woman raised sepperate from blacks but over time coming into more and more contact. I have no doubt that there are many blackmen that given the chance would like some retribution after the tables have been turned. I do like the idea that he takes advantage of the shift in the cultural norm to get hat he wants and plays with it.
blqliteover 10 years agoI gave it 5 stars. So far so good. Maybe some people prefer their "erotica" to match their "Pornographic" fantasies, but I like it best when it is closer to real life. The "demonizing" of a Black Man portrayed in many of the stories is not very appealing to me at all. "Mr. Rodgers has to become "Freddy Kruger" once he gets his hands on a white woman is far from any truth I know. "White Bitch"? "Black babies"? "Daughters"? Well there is plenty of that to wade through but frankly it's trashy to me. (Not that trashy is a bad thing if that is what you want.) But I like that your story has the element of dominance which can indeed be erotic. But what I liked was there was the "seduction". The seducing someone to step from what they would normally expect and agree to while making it clear that it has to be their choice and they can chose to walk away. But, their sexual being makes the choice for them as they consider all the possibilities. I shouldn't but what will I miss if i don't. I happen to prefer "Bridges of Madison County" but Clint Eastwood happens to be Black this time. Black men having a conquest of a white woman and degrading her in doing so is a racist fantasy. A "taboo" encounter of an interracial affair is hot and erotic. But that is my story and I'm sticking to it... this is YOUR story. So far so good. Keep it up!
Anonymousover 10 years agoas it is just another racist shit and therefore I don't care if it's good written and has an ok plot
kennyboy82over 10 years agoWow Lynne, this is a terrific start, well done! Very hot story, you'll become his subslut in no time, begging him to seed your voracious cunt often, daily probably. You're well on your way to becoming a black cock slut! xxx
