Gone Astray

It became a chore, pushing on his hand, which now caressed her bare thigh. He was working the hem higher and higher. She squirmed, wanting to get up, but Daniel was effectively blocking her from standing up. Her head was buzzing, and she felt unfocused. Daniel's head was close to hers so she leaned backwards to get some space.

Sara cursed herself for being so meek and incapable of stopping him, but his endless prattling, mixed with the strong vodka, was keeping her off balance. He got her to reveal all kinds of things. She told him about her marriage of 20 years, about having three children, and about being a housewife. The more she disclosed, the more annoyed she became with herself. Daniel was a complete stranger after all.

Her worst confession came when she hesitated before answering if she was happy with her husband. Daniel smiled gleefully, and gave the inside of her thigh a squeeze. She was so distracted by her mistake, his hand was able to creep all the way up to her panties before she reacted by pushing it back down.

He repeatedly tricked her into telling him things he wanted to know. More than once, she blurted out an answer when she should have bit her tongue. Things got rapidly worse when he finished his drink. She was barely halfway through hers, but now he had both hands free, and she could only defend herself with one.

It didn't take long before he was caressing her breasts. She took his hands and placed them back on her knees. This happened several times, until they reached a kind of truce. Sara got Daniel to promise to leave her breasts alone, and in return she would let him feel her legs to his heart's content. The only caveat was that his touch could not extend farther than two third up her thighs. He got her to part her knees so he could caress her inner thighs. He also demanded she prove that she was wearing pink panties.

Sara felt herself blush furiously when she held up the hem of her dress to show him her underwear. She only provided him a quick glimpse, but he complained and insisted on getting a better look. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help feeling a bit thankful that she had shaved her legs and trimmed her bikini line earlier that morning. For some vague reason, she thought it important to look nice.

When she lowered the hem again, she pulled it all the way past her knees, feeling too insecure to meet his gaze. He promptly forced it back up to her hips. She had promised he could caress her legs, but she bit her lip as she realized she never stipulated whether or not he could go under her dress.

Watching his paws grope away at her, she felt ashamed of herself for not being able to make him stop. There was only about a third of her drink left, so soon she could try to leave. Her head buzzed, yet she took another big swig, wanting it all to be over as soon as possible.

Daniel was talking a lot, but the alcohol made it difficult for Sara to follow what he was saying. While caressing her bare legs, he commented on how in shape she was, and she admitted to spending a lot of time working out. She was disconcerted by his obvious fascination with her legs. She knew they were lean and had well developed muscles giving her an athletic look, but she had never thought they could entice the level of attention Daniel was paying them. Her breasts were big and many men seemed to like them, but she never thought of her legs as especially provocative.

Daniel's next request was for her to take of her shoes. It was strange how quickly she was conceding to him. He bet her a kiss that she probably painted her toenails to look sexy. Sara shook her head vigorously. Daniel didn't care. He wanted to see her feet, so she took off her shoes and showed him her unpainted nails.

"Ha, I won!" Daniel exclaimed.

Sara started to protest, arguing he had not won, but then his mouth covered hers. Caught off guard, her mouth opened in surprise, allowing his tongue to shoot deep between her lips before she could even react. Her eyes widened in shock for a few seconds, and her sluggish mind went completely blank. When she finally registered what was happening, she pulled away from him. Her face was beet red. She could not recall ever having been kissed by a man, other than her husband, for the last 20 years. Now she had kissed this black youth. And worse yet, before coming to her senses, her tongue seemed to act on its own, deftly curling around Daniel's tongue like two lovers.

Daniel smiled at her, looking so innocent that she felt conflicted about getting angry at him for the kiss. His hand ran up along the inside of her thigh, sending a sharp twitch to her crotch. How did her knees get so wide apart? She thought.

Her glass was almost empty. Daniel was fondling her breasts again. She did not stop him, but concentrated on finishing off her drink. He lightly pinched her nipples, making them hard. She had very sensitive breasts, and the pleasure signals shooting out from them made it clear that she had not been touched like that in a very long time.

Sara gradually leaned backwards. She rested on one elbow to prevent falling off the bed and onto her back. Her other hand held the glass, so she couldn't really defend herself while Daniel's hands roamed freely across her torso.

Her light summer dress was damp and sticky with sweat from her walk under the hot sun, and the almost oven-like temperature of the apartment. The thin cotton clung to her skin, outlining her tits and hard nipples clearly. Dizzily, she pondered on how she had ended up in the apartment of a complete stranger, with his hands running over her sweaty body at his own leisure.

Sara knew she was clearly drunk, but her glass was so close to empty that she tried to focus on swallowing the last big swig. She opened her mouth and raised the glass up shakily, but Daniel leaned in quickly to kiss her again. For the second time, he caught her off guard delving his tongue deep into her mouth.

Even though her mind was more sluggish than before, her reaction was just as automatic. Her tongue snaked around his as their lips locked. She was tilting so far off the edge of the bed that she needed to press her mouth against his in order not to fall off. This only made the kiss even stronger.

By the third kiss, she did not even think of turning away. Feeling his hot breath on her face while they tasted each other's saliva, she wondered for the first time if she was going to be able to get out of Daniel's apartment without having sex with him.

The thought didn't actually scare her that much. In her experience, she only knew intercourse to mean ten minutes of inconvenience and awkward discomfort, followed by some embarrassment. Then it would be over, and then she could leave.

It was a last resort of course. An idea that only developed due to her alcohol fogged mind. Sara clung to the hope that by finishing her drink, she could just go home. She supported herself on her elbows while Daniel domineered over her, his hand rummaging unhindered up her thighs and breasts.

They no longer talked as much, only between kisses. Sara hated being forced to press back against his lips so as not to fall, but she was stuck and could do nothing about it. She opposed how adept he was at exploiting her breathing to guide her tongue to his. She had to admit he was a very good kisser and that a part of her was a bit intrigued. After all, he was the first man she kissed in over twenty years other than her husband. The different feeling was somewhat interesting. It felt like he demanded her attention with his mouth, requiring her to kiss back just as wholeheartedly as he was kissing her. Soon she gave up trying to get away from him and kissed him back with all she could muster.

Hazily, her drunken mind tried to grasp how a simple trip to the grocery store had ended with her situated in a seedy apartment, making out with a black man. He was young enough to be her son, and she wondered briefly how old his mother was.

His hand had stopped running up and down her body and was concentrating mostly on her chest. She could tell he liked her swollen breasts. Small tendrils of pleasure were shooting out from her sensitive nipples each time he gently pinched and pulled on them through the thin material of her dress. It had been so long since her husband had caressed her breasts, she had almost forgotten how good it felt.

Once in awhile, he broke off kissing to let them breathe. She looked down and saw that the hem of her dress was up on her stomach, her pink panties completely on display. He ran his hand over her mound. Only her panties served as barrier between her pussy and his large, strong hand. She felt a strong twitch deep inside her stomach.

Sara fought to get upright, knowing it was now or never, she had to finish her drink. Daniel's tongue made a wet trail on her skin as he slowly traced his way from her throat, over her neck, and up to her ear. Sara could not suppress a shudder as he blew hot air into her ear. Then his wet tongue began probing the folds in it. A strong shiver went down her spine. Her husband never licked her ear. It was as if she had forgotten about how sensitive some places were on her body.

Sara felt her head spinning with dizziness as she gulped down the last of her drink and wondered if she would be able to stand up. Daniel took her empty glass and placed it on the small table next to them. Her hair whipped over face as she shook her head. Her ponytail had somehow gotten loose when lying back. She could tell her dress was bunched up around her waist, her knees were wide apart, and she was showing a lot of skin. But she was too groggy to worry about her appearance.

She sat still for a few seconds, trying to get her bearings. She had finished her drink, and now she could leave. Daniel continued to fondle her breasts. Sara dimly registering what he was saying. He was weighing her boobs in his hands. Expressing how nice and firm they were, how much he'd like to see them naked.

Slurring, Sara told Daniel she really had to leave now. He answered by kissing her again. She felt annoyed with him for not listening to what she had to say, but she returned the kiss.

It didn't take long before she was back on her elbows. She repeated herself, saying she needed to leave, but the interruptions between him kissing and licking her face and neck were so short that she lost herself in the moment. He eventually told her he needed to see her breasts first and she thought fine, if it was only that, she could live with it. He took his time, kissing and caressing her. Sara impatiently asked him to unbutton her dress. She knew it sounded like she wanted him to look at her breasts, but she was just rushing him. It took 10 minutes of heavy kissing and touching before he actually complied with her request.

As his palms ranged over her bare chest, Sara tried to get up. Pleasure pangs grew stronger at the skin to skin contact. His fingers gently strummed over her sensitive nipples. He licked her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She buried her face in the nape of his neck, inhaling his masculine smell. She had not noticed earlier how good he smelled.

His hand rubbed her chest and stomach. Looking down, she realized her full torso was on display for him. Her skirt bundled around her waist, and she could even make out the top of her panties. Daniel's black skin was dichotomous to her pale, naked breasts. The bundle of her skirt around her waist was down and she could see the top He flicked her nipple and stuck his tongue in her ear, causing her to shiver from the unexpected sensations. She pushed her face deeper into the nape of his neck and stuck out her tongue, wanting to taste the fresh, salty sweat on his throat.

The pleasure was startling. Daniel had sensitive fingers and he caressed her in a way her husband never had. Any control Sara had, she was losing. Things were happening very fast. Daniel was peeling off her dress and panties as she tried to object. Her muddled mind could not grasp onto words as he undressed her. Daniel took off his T-shirt. She felt his flat stomach and muscular chest press into her.

His black skin felt smooth under her hand and she could feel strong muscles beneath.Sara was not only wary by his dark skin, but at how in shape he was. Her husband had been rather skinny when they had met, but he had developed a prominent potbelly over the years of their marriage. Daniel had a smooth, muscular frame and she couldn't help but run her hands over it. He urged her to scoot up the bed and she complied without hesitation.

Daniel had avoided her pussy until now. The tension had been building up in her stomach, and it was almost a relief for Sara when he finally began probing her slit with his sensitive fingers. He ran his digits down inside of her folds. Her pussy felt swollen and throbbed with arousal. She could not remember when she had last been so wet.

Sara had gradually stopped getting wet with her husband as their foreplay had diminished over the years. She was always dry when they had sex now. In the last ten years, she had felt like sandpaper, and more than once her husband had told her she should see a doctor to find out why she did not become wet. But she had always been embarrassed about it, wondering what was wrong with her, and was too shy to follow up with a doctor.

If her husband's penis were larger, it would probably have bothered him more. But it was mostly painful for her when she had sex with him. Sara had learned to cope with the seldom ritual of sex. The less she moved, the less uncomfortable it was and the faster it was over.

Sara got a shock when Daniel peeled off his shorts and underwear. His cock looked huge compared to her husband's. She had never seen another fully erect penis. The little she had heard about sizes from her friends was that her husband's cock was small, a bit less than 5 inches and rather thin. Daniels cock looked to be 9 full inches and almost 2 inches in circumference. Daniel was aware with what he was endowed with, and he could not suppress a smile of satisfaction when he saw Sara's eyes as she eyed his cock.

For the first time since Sara had met Daniel, she felt afraid. He had pestered her and bullied her, and even pushed sex on her... . In her mind though, sex meant a brief 5-10 minutes of discomfort. Seeing his big fat cock changed her plans. She was immediately afraid of how terribly painful sex could be. She was having trouble processing how it was possible a human could carry such a large phallus.

Luckily, for Sara, Daniel was in no rush. This moment, just before conquering a new woman, was the moment he liked best, and he wanted to savor it. He was young but had fucked more than a few women, and most of them were white. White women were the easiest to seduce, but he could not remember having fucked with someone as old as this one. He did find her intriguing and very sexy for her age. She had a peculiar mixture of eagerness and passive ignorance that he could not help but love.

After kissing and caressing her a bit more, he moved between her legs. She had eagerly kissed him back, but avoided touching his cock. As he moved between her legs, she became again very passive. Normally, Daniel got a kick when women took hold of his cock and guided him inside them. However, Sara was just lying there. He felt that asking her to guide his cock in would be wrong, so he took the initiative. Sara had to spread her legs, giving him space to maneuver. Daniel spread her knees further apart. He could see that she was afraid, but knew that her fear would only be temporary. Nothing was going to prevent him from fucking this foxy lady until she came.

Instead of impaling her immediately, as her husband always did, burying his head in the pillow next to her head, Daniel sat upright between her open legs and ran his big cock up and down her slit. He let the tip of his cock slide up the opening, wetting it with her juices. Sara let out a surprised gasp as his cock brushed her clit. Daniel sawed up and down her crack, liking how his cock was coated with her juices and the effect it had on Sara.

She could not help but enjoy the pleasurable sensations shooting out from her lower half. She stiffened when he finally entered her, carefully slipping his knob into her pussy.

Sara lay still as Daniel drilled his fat cock deeper into her pussy. She was waiting for the pain to come, but it did not. She felt her pussy stretch and adjust to his wide girth. He soon passed the point her husband's cock and his momentum showed no hint of stopping. She began feeling a bit of pain, but it was a stretching, pulling sensation, from having her pussy opened up far wider and deeper than ever before. It was not the dry, raking pain she was so familiar with.

Daniel buried himself inside her. Sara felt strange. Her husband's cock never came close to filling her, especially when he moved his slow ass in such a sedated rate. Daniel gave her ample time to get accustomed to the feeling of his cock inside her. She felt the tip sinking like a probe in the earth. Her eyes grew wider by the second. He was on top of her with his arms around her, and she felt he was surrounding her from the inside at the same time. She squeezed down curiously on his cock with her pussy, wanting to understand it. Daniel groaned, and she squeezed harder several times in a rapid succession until his eyes almost crossed.

Sara was still expecting Daniel to mimic her husband. So when he leaned forward, she assumed he was putting his face into the pillow. But instead he kissed her. Sara's stomach fluttered and melted. She liked this feeling, and slid her arms around his broad shoulders. Daniel pulled back a few inches and then pushed forward, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure from her clit as his crotch nudged against it. The mushroom head of his cock felt like it was reaching up to her stomach. Unconsciously, she raised her knees a bit from the bed, angling her hips upwards. Her mind was a flurry of emotion.

Daniel took her for a ride she had never experienced before. He built up his pace slowly, pumping harder and harder into her gushing slit. It was strange how inexperienced she seemed to be. She was behaving like a teenager on her first date, as if she never fucked before. Daniel questioned how this could be when she had been married for 20 years and had three children.

Sara pushed out her chest as he kissed her breasts. Her reluctance was weighing fast. As Daniel fucked her slowly, he asked her personal and intimate questions. Sara, unaware of what she was disclosing, told Daniel what he wanted to hear. She admitted that his cock was bigger than her husbands, and hearing her say that made Daniel realize that he was close to changing Sara's life forever. He was possessing her like an alpha male.

Daniel had always assumed that all older women were loose. Sara had an incredibly tight pussy, though. She fit snugly around him. Her body was so fit that as she clamped around his cock, he needed to use force to pull out. Unlike many women, she did not have any problem with his length. It felt like he'd reached another level. His penis being fully sheathed by her amazing twat. He moved her legs to his shoulders so he could get deep, deep into her. He hit her cervix a few times, but it only caused her to shudder.

Sara squeezed Daniels cock every time he bottomed out. It was a reflex that felt incredibly gratifying, and seemed to give them both pleasure. She held him inside as long as she could.

The fascination of his skin was becoming distracting. She foolishly imagined his darkness rubbing off on her. It didn't help that when she lowered her head, his thick black cock pumped in and out of her pink pussy. She wondered how many white women he'd fucked. If they were all like her, or if they sought out a black man. Had they opened their legs for him voluntarily or if he had bullied them? Had they fought harder than her before being conquered by Daniel. Did he fuck them into submission, until they succumbed to discover they had a taste for black cock? Her thoughts were as deranged and confusing.