White Mom Black Male'dbyMoremom©
Months of contemplating and fantasizing about being ravished by a black man, and teasing black men, had made me ready to consider taking the next step. My husband Bob had got me into this. He had become a fan of interracial pornography and spent a lot of time online. Looking at it online was then not enough for him so he arranged for black men on a couple of occasions to fondle my breasts. Bob took pictures while the black men groped me; I know it turned me on, and I guess it was a big turn on for him too.
All of this got me thinking about actually having sex with a black man; but as a white wife in the suburbs I wasn't quite sure how to make it happen, or if I could go through with it. After all, I was a white southern girl born and bred. Hell, I wasn't even sure that an attractive black man would want me. My body isn't as tight as it once was, but my chest is much larger. Now I have 44DD breasts, I'm not very tall, and I am a little on the chubby side, I am completely proportional for a chesty woman. Large breasts have over men, of that I am quite aware. Bob's favorite sexual position was with me on top, so he could look up at my large swinging tits while we fucked.
My big break in my effort to attract a black lover came when I took a job at a collection agency in town. As a part of the training they were going to send me to classes being held in Columbia, South Carolina. The classes would begin at 10AM on Monday, and end at noon on Thursday; I would have to spend three nights at a hotel there in Columbia.
Early morning the day of my departure Bob took me down to the office where I met the other new hires. We were taking a company car for the trip. When we got there I was a bit surprised, and Bob looked sick to his stomach. The two co-workers that I was going with were both black men! Bob put my bags in the trunk of the Ford Taurus, and asked if I would be alright.
I assured him I would be fine. "Sure honey, I will see you in a couple of days."
He left, and I could tell he was worried. I'm still not sure if he was worried about my safety, or that I might let some of my inner slut out. Admittedly, it was an odd situation, a white mom in her thirties spending the week with two black men in their twenties.
The three of us properly introduced ourselves once we had gotten in the car. "I guess you know my name is Melissa." I went on and told them where I lived, and about my kids, and about my husband and his job.
Terry was tall, in shape, good looking, and probably out of my league. "I'm married too," he said. He then told us about his wife and kids.
Jamel briefly introduced himself last. "Single and no kids that I know about." Terry was not very attractive. He had a broad nose with flared nostrils, very dark skin, razor bumps, and a thin scar on his forehead. He was less than six feet, and weighed about 230 pounds.
Once we had chatted for about 30 minutes they put an urban music station on that played mostly rap music. I cannot tell you how much I hate rap music. I had brought a book along so I tried to get some reading done.
We got to the hotel and didn't even have time to check in. We headed straight for the conference room for our first class. The rest of the day was boring so I can skip the details. I checked in to the hotel at about 4:30, on the way up to the room I passed Terry and Jamel and they invited me to join them for dinner. I agreed.
I decided that I was going to look good, so I spent a lot of time bathing, shaving my legs, pits, and pussy. I put on a light pink tight knit top, and a short straight black skirt. I added black thigh high hose and black sandals with a medium heel. After some attention to my hair and a good dose of make-up I think I looked pretty good for a suburban mom in her 30's.
The hotel had a pretty good restaurant and bar so we just decided to eat there. I had garlic chicken breast, and Jamel had ribs, and Terry had a burger and fries. After he was done eating Jamel took off and Terry asked if I wanted to have a drink at the bar. Terry ordered a beer, and I had my first whiskey sour. We got to talking and I was amazed at how much fun we had talking. I wouldn't have thought we would have anything in common but we talked and talked and had a great time. Of course, the half a dozen whiskey sours may have been a bit of a social lubricant. We talked about all kinds of stuff for hours. Terry said he was an avid fisherman and that he kept a boat at the lake. I asked him if he would take me fishing sometime and he said he would love to.
"It's getting late." Terry said. "Do you want me to walk you back to your room Melissa?"
On the way back to the room Terry asked if I wanted to see a picture of his boat. I agreed, so we stopped at his room. We went into the room, and Terry opened his briefcase to get the picture.
"Wow, Terry that is a nice boat." I don't know the slightest thing about boats but I could tell it was an expensive one.
I handed the picture back to Terry, he laid it down. "Melissa," he gently grasped my hands. "I think you are quite beautiful." I couldn't believe it; this absolute god of black manhood was going to hit on me. While he spoke I looked up into his soulful dark eyes. "Would you be upset if I kissed you?" I didn't respond. He leaned toward me and gently kissed me. I didn't move, his kiss was quite passionate and it had my heartbeat racing. He lifted his head again, placed his hands on my waist and began to kiss me and slide his tongue in my mouth. I didn't move much but Terry could tell I was not rejecting him.
I'm not sure how long the kissing lasted but it seemed like forever. They were the most passion-filled kisses I have ever had. We were both becoming aroused and Terry started to hike up my skirt. He was greeted with a bare white ass because I hadn't put on any panties. His hands were all over my ass, he even rubbed between the cleft and briefly touched my asshole.
"Your tits, your tits," he said. I lifted off my blouse to reveal my pink embroidered demi bra. Terry just buried his black face in the pale freckled cleavage, kissing and nibbling. His hands grabbed at the straps and peeled them down my arms to reveal my large milky-white bosoms. He black face greedily pressed against my breast and began to lick, kiss, and suck my nipples. At this point I literally had wetness running from my pussy down my thigh. I don't remember that ever happening in my life.
Terry pushed me onto the bed and pulled up the front of my skirt. "Ahhh, he said, your have a sweet looking pussy." He then started to rub it with his long thick fingers. Bending over he then kissed my pussy, and then stuck his fingers up in me. "Whoa" he was excited, "your pussy is soaked Melissa. You want me don't you?" I shut my eyes and nodded yes.
He then got off of me and told me to take all my clothes off. While I was removing my clothes Terry removed his. He was build like an Olympic sprinter, no body fat at all. His dick looked very large, not like I've seen in movies before, but still bigger than Bob's little white cock.
Terry climbed on top of me and quickly put his large black cock inside my soaking wet pussy. I probably would have had trouble taking it except that I was so damn wet he slid in fairly easily. He wasted no time and started thrusting like he was keeping time to one of those rap songs they were listening to earlier. He went deeper and deeper inside me, grunting with every thrust. His balls started to slap loudly against my ass. I started to squeal in pleasure. We were making so much noise the neighboring rooms would have had no trouble hearing us.
Laying there beneath his beautiful dark body with him deep inside me was too much for me, I quickly began to orgasm. I screamed and Terry started to jerk and then he let out an indescribable primal moan. He collapsed on top of me.
I was in heaven; I had just been fucked better than I have been fucked in my life. A black man was lying on top of me, and his seed was inside me, just like I had fantasized about for months. I can't describe how much I enjoyed this moment.
After about thirty minutes I slid down the sheet and touched his cock.
"Be careful," he said.
"You don't mind do you?" I didn't wait for an answer. I always wanted to put my mouth around a black mans cock, and this was my chance. I could taste his sperm mingled with my pussy juices. I kissed, licked, and sucked his cock for at least 20 minutes. I could tell he was getting ready to cum again, he grabbed my head with his hands and began to fuck my mouth. He was fucking my mouth so hard it was starting to hurt.
"uurrrrhhhh, shit!" he yelled as he spewed his warm cum against the back of my throat, he was so deep I didn't even get to tasted it. I felt quite proud of myself and I slid back up the bed and snuggled up to my very own black stud.
I woke up at 5am, Terry was in bed beside me, and Jamel was snoring in his bed. I put my clothes on and slipped out of the room. After I got back to my room I took some pain medicine for my hangover and went back to bed for a couple of hours.
I didn't see Terry at breakfast; he entered the class late so I didn't get to talk to him at all that morning. When we broke class for lunch I went to speak to him, but he acted strange. My excitement over finding a dark-skinned lover was now turning to shame as I started to feel he was rejecting me. I hadn't felt like this since college. I sat with some other women at lunch, the only time I saw Terry he seemed to be arguing with Jamel.
When classes were over Terry came over to me and said that I should meet him at his room at five o'clock, I agreed. I just figured he wanted more sex. He was probably ashamed to hang with me but still wanted to use me. I wanted him again so I didn't care if he just wanted to use me. I went back to the room and fixed myself up. I put on tight jeans, and a white button up blouse over my favorite white satin bra.
I arrived at the room right at five and knocked. Jamel opened the door. "Good to see you this afternoon Melissa. Did you sleep good last night?"
"Now Jamel, you know where I slept last night." I said then smiled at Terry sitting in the corner.
"Yes, but the question is, does your husband know where you slept last night?" I was stunned, I couldn't think of a thing to say, I just stared at the floor. "Melissa, you have a choice, you either let Terry and me use you for the rest of this week or I show hubby the pictures I took of you and Terry sleeping in bed together last night. Do you think your husband would mind seeing you in bed with a black man?"
"You took pictures?" I asked with tears coming down my cheek.
"Damn right I took pictures. I want an answer now?" I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say. Jamel then shouted right into my face "I want a fuckin' answer right now?" I started nodding yes as tears streamed down my face. "Ok, that's better Melissa, you made the right choice. Now here is what is going to go on. I'm going to use you good, I don't give a damn what Terry wants to use you for but he is welcome to join in. You do every damn thing I say. Do you understand?" I again nodded yes.
Now take all of your clothes off. I wiped the tears from my eyes and started to unbutton my shirt. As I took my shirt off and reached around to unhook my bra Jamel started to make comments and laugh. "Damn, look at the size of those tits. Oh, we are gonna have some fun with you mammy." When I let my bra fall Jamel started to jump around he was so excited. "Take your jeans off you thick big-tittied slut." I kicked my shoes off and removed my jeans. Jamel was jumping and shouting more when he saw I wasn't wearing panties. "You didn't tell me she had a shaved pussy Terry."
I was now standing naked in a hotel room with two clothed black men looking on. Tears were still wet on my cheeks. Jamel came over and started to grab my breasts and rubbing all over me. Instead of feeling sensual, I felt degraded and violated. Jamel started biting my nipples and fingering my pussy. The he ordered me onto the bed, on all fours. I complied, he then resumed groping me. It was humiliating, I felt like a bitch being felt up by a judge at a dog show.
"Ok bitch, you're gonna love this." Jamel unzipped his fly and reached into his pants and pulled out the largest cock I have ever seen, it was as big and thick as the ones I had seen in Bob's movies. "Suck it!" he shouted.
I opened my mouth and wrapped it around as much of his ebony cock as I could, there was no way I could put it all in my mouth. He kept pulling his cock out of my mouth and slapping my face with it and saying all sorts of stuff. "You love a big dick don't ya? I'm gonna fuck your white ass good mommy. Does your husband have a dick like this? Terry tells me you like to swallow." He went on and on. Now here is the strange part, I was turned on and was excited that I might get to put that sick man's dick inside me. "Bend over bitch, and get ready to take this big black dick from behind." He laughed "Terry, look at that fat white ass."
Terry had gotten turned on watching all over this. He walked over and sat in front of me with his dick out. "Suck it." He ordered.
I was ready to put Terry's cock in my mouth when Jamel started to put his dick inside me. I have large pink pussy lips so he had to spread my pussy with his fingers. Then he tried to push it in hard but it wouldn't go in fast, he was too big for that. After his dick started to get wet with my pussy juice it finally started to go in deeper. I started to scream in pleasure. Jamel started to push harder and deeper with a steady rhythm. Terry was out of luck because I was writhing from Jamel's special gift. "Terry, she's taking the whole thing." Jamel was balls deep inside me with that huge black snake of his, I guess having kids prepared me for something like this. I came, and then came again before Jamel blew his load deep inside me. Jamel pulled out, and sat in the chair to watch me suck Terry.
I gave Terry a good blow job and let him cum down my throat again. He got up and left the room. Jamel cam over and whispered "Listen here mammy, I want my big black cock licked clean by your pretty pink tongue." I went to work and licked his cock clean. Then he ordered me to lick his balls, he made me lick his balls for a long time. I liked licking his balls, his dick started to get hard again and the musky smell was a turn on. Then he lifted his leg and ordered me to lick his asshole. His asshole smelled of shit, it was totally disgusting. When Terry entered back into the room Jamel had has ass cheeks spread and my tongue was licking his ass.
Terry brought back Pizza for our dinner, I wasn't hungry but they seemed to have a big appetite. I started to get dressed and Jamel shouted and me "who the fuck do you think you are, I told you that you don't do shit without my permission. I'm going to have to punish you." He was quiet for a moment "ok, here is your punishment, you aren't allowed to bathe before class tomorrow."
"You can't do that to me." I said.
"The hell I can't, you're going to smell like my cum all day tomorrow." Jamel laughed again.
After his beer and pizza Jamel fucked me missionary style. This time it hurt taking that big dick. He talked nasty the whole time he was fucking me. He called me names like fatty, slut, whore, saggy tits, on and on he went. With every name he called me he spit in my face. I have to confess that I came over and over, his dick was just so big I don't think he could help but hit the right spot. Finally he pulled out.
"On your knees white mommy, I'm gonna fuck you in the ass." I rolled over but I didn't think he would be able to get it in. Jamel spit on my ass and then started to shove his massive cock in my asshole. I started to howl in pain. He no sooner got it in me than he blew a load of his semen into my asshole. It hurt bad, but at least it was quick.
Terry and Jamel watched a game on TV, while I just lay there naked with cum seeping out of my ass and pussy. It began to get late, Jamel made me sleep in his bed for the night. He said he liked having a white man's wife keep his bed warm.
Wednesday I had to go around all day smelling like his cum, I'm not sure how bad I smelled but I felt like everyone knew. After class he let me bathe, but Wednesday night and Thursday night Jamel did the same things to me. Terry usually just made me give him a blow job. By Thursday noon I had made those black men cum a total of at least 14 times. At one point Jamel told me I was "easier than a two dollar crack whore."
At the end of the week Jamel let me delete the images from his digital camera and we all headed back to Atlanta. Bob picked me up before sunset and we went back to our comfortable suburban home. No sooner were we in the house than Bob started to get frisky. I tried to convince him not to but he insisted on doing a sixty-nine. I know it is a little sick, Lord only knows how much of Jamel's cum Bob tasted that night.
Once we were back to work Terry and Jamel almost never spoke to me, they had used me to their satisfaction and didn't want any more. It took me about two weeks to be able to look in the mirror, I did feel some shame. However, it was the most pleasure I had ever had, and soon I was to go looking for more.