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.

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I had been living in my 4th story apartment for about three months. I had never really thought about the building that sat about fifteen feet from mine. Our windows lined up perfectly. The buildings had to have been built with the same floor plans.

My day at work had been rough and I got home much later than normal. I guess it wouldn’t have been so bad if I got over time, but I was salaried and they took full advantage of it!

As I entered my apartment, I didn’t bother to turn on any lights and headed straight for the bathroom. I wanted a nice warm shower. On my way to the bathroom I noticed the windows across from me were wide open and I could see straight into them. It totally peaked my interest and I stared for a bit. I had removed my clothes as I stared. I am not sure what I thought I might see but I couldn’t pull myself away. I pulled one of the chairs from my dinning room up to the window and promptly sat down naked as a j bird.

As soon as I sat down, there she was! She was absolutely gorgeous. I watched as she walked through her apartment, fussing with different things and finally moved out of my sight. I couldn’t help but wonder where she went. She reappeared just as suddenly, only this time she was barely clad. She had removed her skirt and her shirt and was now walking through her apartment in her bra and a pair of panty hose.

I’d heard that a lot of women don’t wear panties under their hose. I think it was something about getting to hot or something of that nature. I wish I had paid a bit more attention to that conversation!

My mind returned to her sexy body as she sat down on her couch and turned on the TV. As she watched she slowly removed her hose and tossed them over the arm of the couch. I felt the familiar stirring in my cock as I watched her remove her bra. Man, I couldn’t believe that she was sitting in her living room, nude and watching TV!

Man hand drifted to my hardening cock and I absent-mindedly gave it a few strokes as I watched her lay back. What happened next surprised the hell out of me.

I watched as she slid her hands up the sides of her gorgeously perfect body. Her red nails lightly grazed against her fair freckled skin. I felt my body tingle as if her hands were on me. I could feel her fingertips traveling up my sides. My cock jumped.

She moved her hands up to her perky breasts and began to roll her fingers around her pink nipples. I wanted to feel them in my mouth so bad. I watched as she pulled on them, pinched them and massaged her breasts.

I could almost hear her moans from here. I was completely hooked and not to mention hard as a fucking rock. I’d never watched a woman masturbate. Well, ok I have, but porns don’t count. Here she was, alone (or so she thought) and she was doing it for the simple reason of pleasing herself.

As she continued to knead her fleshy breasts with one hand, she brought the other hand up to her mouth. She slowly inserted her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it like a little cock! As if I wasn’t horny enough, she’s sucking my cock now! I knew I wouldn’t be able to watch much more without having to satisfy my own self.

I watched in total anticipation as she let her fingers wander back down her body to her pussy. My mouth salivated as she slipped her finger in between her luscious lips, her red curly hair covering her finger. She slowly rubbed her clit, back and forth, in slow fluid movements.

After a few moments she spread her legs further apart. I could see her pussy, all pink, wet and absolutely inviting. She inserted her finger into her hole and arched her back. I could tell she was moaning. I just couldn’t hear it. Damned traffic!

I imagined her soft moans in my head as her fingers danced in and around her sweetness. Her movements became jerkier as she continued on. My hand had been stroking my cock for a few moments. I could have cum at any point by then, but I wanted to wait for her. I wanted to share her climax, even if she didn’t know.

Faster and faster moved her fingers. She began to squirm on the couch as her legs began to shake. I knew she was about to cum. I watched intently as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. My hand rapidly became a blur to anyone that might be watching.

Finally with a few jerks and her body going tense she came. Her hand slowed down and rubbed her clit in a slow but firm circle as she worked her climax to its peak. At the same time I felt the warmth begin to flow up the shaft of my throbbing cock. Before I knew it, my cock exploded with my thick cum, covering my thighs and the chair. My stroking slowed and I tried to match her.

As her climax began to subside so did mine. She relaxed her body on the couch. I could see her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. She brought her fingers up to her nose and inhaled. She then slipped her fingers one at a time into her mouth, sucking off her sweet juices. She let out a giggle. I couldn’t hear it, but I saw her ample breasts bounce as she did.

From then on I watched her. I always made a point to check her place as soon as I got home from work. It was definitely a great way to relax after a rough day at work.

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It was dark and we’d been driving for about four hours when she said she wanted to stretch her legs. We still had about another three hours to go and I didn’t need to be in until tomorrow so we weren’t in any hurry. I told her the next rest stop we came to I’d stop. About three more miles down the highway I pulled into a dimly lit rest stop and parked next to the small building that housed the bathrooms. She got out and walked around a bit before she headed into the women’s bathroom. I quickly picked up the trash we had accumulated throughout the trip and headed for the restrooms as well.

After I tossed the bag of trash into the garbage Karen came out and washed her hands, smiling at me through the dirty mirror. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist as I kissed the back of her neck. She moaned lightly which echoed in the small tiled bathroom. I got a naughty idea. No one was around but us; I could mess with her easily and have my way with her. As we walked back to the car I slid my hands up her body to her breasts. It was slightly chilly so her nipples were already hard and pressed against her thin t-shirt.

She turned around and embraced me as she pressed her soft lips against mine as we leaned against her side of the car. Our tongues roamed each other’s mouths. I slid my hands up her shirt and cupped her breasts. As our kissed continued I raised my arms up pulling her shirt up with them revealing her perfect tits. I leaned down and flicked my tongue around her nipples, teasing her with random touches as I lifted her shirt over her head. Between my attention and the chill in the air, her nipples couldn’t have gotten any harder. Her long brown hair fell to her chest and shoulders once the t-shirt was completely off.

I pressed my body against hers again and kissed her. I could feel her breasts pushing against mine. She leaned forward and began to kiss at my neck working her way up to my earlobe. “I want you baby.” She moaned into my ear and pulled my shirt over my head. Once my shirt was off I opened the car door and got in, laying the seat all the way back. She looked down at me and smiled. We were both only down to our sweat pants. She climbed over me as she got into the car, her breasts hanging inches from my face. She sat in the drivers seat and leaned it as far back as it would go. As she did so, she reached back into her bag and after a few seconds of rummaging she found her dildo.

“You came prepared I see.” “Well, if you got the job I wanted to celebrate.” “And what if I don’t?” “We’re still gonna have some fun Katie,” she said with a smirk, “Now we’ve gotta do something about those sweat pants though baby.” She started tugging at the waist but couldn’t get them past my hips until I lifted my ass from the seat. Before I knew it she had worked my pants down my legs and off my feet. I moved to take off hers but she told me she had something in mind for me.

I quivered at the thought. She’s always been a little vixen and I don’t know why that surprised me as much as it did. She slid the pink marbleized silicone cock over my shoulder and down to my chest, circling my hard nipples. She let the cool shaft graze over the tips of my nipples as she carefully and slowly moved the dildo down my body. As she reached my mound she turned her hand so the head of the fake cock rested right at the tip of my slit. She smiled at me as she pressed it against my lips, easily penetrating them and touching my clit.

Waves of anticipation roared through my body and I felt myself grow intensely wet. She slid the dildo further down making sure my lips were surrounding the sides of the shaft and began to tease my hole. She pulled the cock up then pushed it back down, each time letting the dildo enter deeper into my pussy. She looked into my eyes as she worked the cock around my pussy, teasing me with it. The seductive look in her eyes told me she wasn’t going to stop until I came.

I closed my eyes as I felt the cock penetrate me fully. It completely filled my tight pussy and I squeezed around it. She brought her other hand over and let her fingers to start a slow steady rhythm along my swollen clit as she began to fuck my pussy with the fake cock.

My entire body rocked with the flow of the cock, causing the car to rock as well. My breathing had sped up and my moans grew louder as she pumped the dildo in and out of my pussy. She placed a finger on either side of my clit and began to wiggle them. I was totally consumed in the pleasure she was giving me. I rocked my hips, fondled my own breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers causing my climax to build.

As my body writhed in the seat she read the signs and increased her movements. She pumped the cock in and out faster and stroked my throbbing clit harder with her fingers. I had gotten so loud I couldn’t hear her light moans anymore. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body until my orgasm reached its peak. I held my breath as it washed over me, my back arched and I pressed firmly against her hands. My entire body quivered as she slowly brought me down, easing her strokes until she was sure I was finished.

As she leaned forward to kiss me she carefully removed the dildo from my wetness, wrapped it in the towel, and placed it back in the bag. After I caught my breath I brought the seat back up and pulled on my sweats and t-shirt. She’d already dressed watched me as I did. Our eyes met and she giggled, “That was for good luck.” “I don’t need any luck when you’re around. But I do think you’ll need to drive. I can’t feel my legs.” I handed her the keys and we were off.

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