My desire continues after Greg's departure
After Greg,my first black lover,moved away,I THOUGHT that my "experiment" was a passing one. Was I ever wrong.
I'd be in bed holding the recent centerfold up with one hand and my other stroking away,yet,when orgasm neared,my thoughts invariably turned to Greg and specifically,his big black cock in my mouth.When I came,I urgently gobbled down my own issue,imagining,of course,it was Greg's.That's when I finally figured out that whatever had been awoken in me was more than a passing fancy.
This presented a problem.Greg and I's "dates" were all quite private for a couple of reasons.I was extremely paranoid of being exposed and I was lousy at putting on make-up.Also,I had a limited wardrobe.Greg didn't seem to mind any of this.Now that I think about it,all he saw was the top of my head or the back of my wig.
Anyway,at a 4th of July party I ran into a gay high-school friend.I was taking pictures to memorialize the event with a nice 35mm.In passing,he asked if I'd be interested in shooting some pictures at a DRAG SHOW for him.I was off that night so I said I would.See,it suddenly occured to me that these were the type of people I needed to meet.I had to learn how to dress and appear as a real woman.This was accomplished with the help of a couple of really nice drag queens I met there,Misty and Diana,and a lot of patience on my part. I would come home from work and put on my "face"EVERY day,experimenting,calling those two with questions and removing and starting all over if I didn't like the results.I also put on heels and walked around my apartment 'til I went to bed to get use to them.In the middle of the night,I'd practice going up and down stairs in the building
After about six months,again with the two "gurls"help,I started going to gay bars.I looked HOT and completely passable as a woman.The problem was there weren't many black guys who weren't homosexual.I DIDN'T want them to even touch my dick. I wanted them to hold me in their arms,kiss me deeply,rub their bulging cocks against my sheer nylon clad thigh 'til I drooped to my knees and freed their ebony monsters and serviced them as a woman would.
So I had to figure out something else.I remembered this bar I stopped into the summer before near Dover Air force Base where I had been mustered out of the service.The traffic to the beach was backed up and I wanted a beer so I pulled in there.It was full of young black servicemen.So it occurred to me these guys are all alone,far from home,away from wives or girlfriends....hmmmmm.I talked one of the DQ's,Misty, into accompanying me the next Saturday.
We dressed sexy,but nowhere near as slutty as we could have.We got there around 10:30.There were other white girls in there but probably servicewoman with a "thing" for blacks like me and Misty.
We were dancing in two minutes and had guys all around us competing for our attention and buying us drinks.A cute six footer asked me to slow dance and half way thru he was blatantly grinding a rather sizable erection against me.I pushed back into his big cock,looked him in the eyes and said,"I'd love to take care of this in my car after this number is over,"and winked.He said ,"Why wait?"and we headed for the door picking up my pocketbook on the way.
We hopped in the back seat where he took me into his strong arms and we began to deeply french kiss each other. He started running his hands over my FAKE DD silicone breasts and up and down my legs but I would stop him if he "went to far".When we broke off our kiss I urgently whispered,"I want to suck your cock,"and started fumbling with his zipper.He said,"Let me help you,"and reached down and pulled out a thick,coal-black 9" prick.I must have uttered WOW because he said,"You like that?"and I replied,"Honey,I LOVE it!"
I reached into my bag,freshened up my lip-stick and, taking another glance at what I was about to deal with,added a veneer of VASELINE.I had him move on the seat so we were facing each other.
The drool was practically running out of my eager mouth as I leaned over and began to lick the head and shaft of my dark desire.Then I sucked the fat head in and slowly descended down his thick girth until he hit the back of my throat.I,again,slowly sucked my way back to the head as he began to moan softly.
I continued to bob up and down alternating speeds,but frustrated at my my inability to inhale him completely.He took his hands,place them on the back of my long blond hair and begin to slowly fuck my willing face,just a little deeper each time.Soon,I overcome my gag reflex,and I had him deeply down my gullet and I was moaning in delight.He increased his tempo until he was pumping my face furiously and commanding me to,"SUCK it !,SUCK it,Sheila !ALL of it ! SUCK that BIG BLACK COCK ! I never took my eyes away from his and,as he neared orgasm,he closed them and whispered,"I'm coming."That gave me just enough time to push him away so that his cockhead is in my mouth when he came,thankfully,for when he did,he filled my mouth to overflowing with four massive jets of sweet jizz.I swallowed most of his tasty issue and the excess dripped down onto my silk blouse.
He thanked me and put away his wonderful tool.I told him to spread the word amongst his friends and we returned to the bar.
Word got around,believe me.Even after the BIG reveal,if you catch my drift.Horny black guys can be SO open-minded when it comes to cumming.Misty and I had quite a night.I'll save the rest for another story to post here.The recall of this one has me all flustered.
I'd be in bed holding the recent centerfold up with one hand and my other stroking away,yet,when orgasm neared,my thoughts invariably turned to Greg and specifically,his big black cock in my mouth.When I came,I urgently gobbled down my own issue,imagining,of course,it was Greg's.That's when I finally figured out that whatever had been awoken in me was more than a passing fancy.
This presented a problem.Greg and I's "dates" were all quite private for a couple of reasons.I was extremely paranoid of being exposed and I was lousy at putting on make-up.Also,I had a limited wardrobe.Greg didn't seem to mind any of this.Now that I think about it,all he saw was the top of my head or the back of my wig.
Anyway,at a 4th of July party I ran into a gay high-school friend.I was taking pictures to memorialize the event with a nice 35mm.In passing,he asked if I'd be interested in shooting some pictures at a DRAG SHOW for him.I was off that night so I said I would.See,it suddenly occured to me that these were the type of people I needed to meet.I had to learn how to dress and appear as a real woman.This was accomplished with the help of a couple of really nice drag queens I met there,Misty and Diana,and a lot of patience on my part. I would come home from work and put on my "face"EVERY day,experimenting,calling those two with questions and removing and starting all over if I didn't like the results.I also put on heels and walked around my apartment 'til I went to bed to get use to them.In the middle of the night,I'd practice going up and down stairs in the building
After about six months,again with the two "gurls"help,I started going to gay bars.I looked HOT and completely passable as a woman.The problem was there weren't many black guys who weren't homosexual.I DIDN'T want them to even touch my dick. I wanted them to hold me in their arms,kiss me deeply,rub their bulging cocks against my sheer nylon clad thigh 'til I drooped to my knees and freed their ebony monsters and serviced them as a woman would.
So I had to figure out something else.I remembered this bar I stopped into the summer before near Dover Air force Base where I had been mustered out of the service.The traffic to the beach was backed up and I wanted a beer so I pulled in there.It was full of young black servicemen.So it occurred to me these guys are all alone,far from home,away from wives or girlfriends....hmmmmm.I talked one of the DQ's,Misty, into accompanying me the next Saturday.
We dressed sexy,but nowhere near as slutty as we could have.We got there around 10:30.There were other white girls in there but probably servicewoman with a "thing" for blacks like me and Misty.
We were dancing in two minutes and had guys all around us competing for our attention and buying us drinks.A cute six footer asked me to slow dance and half way thru he was blatantly grinding a rather sizable erection against me.I pushed back into his big cock,looked him in the eyes and said,"I'd love to take care of this in my car after this number is over,"and winked.He said ,"Why wait?"and we headed for the door picking up my pocketbook on the way.
We hopped in the back seat where he took me into his strong arms and we began to deeply french kiss each other. He started running his hands over my FAKE DD silicone breasts and up and down my legs but I would stop him if he "went to far".When we broke off our kiss I urgently whispered,"I want to suck your cock,"and started fumbling with his zipper.He said,"Let me help you,"and reached down and pulled out a thick,coal-black 9" prick.I must have uttered WOW because he said,"You like that?"and I replied,"Honey,I LOVE it!"
I reached into my bag,freshened up my lip-stick and, taking another glance at what I was about to deal with,added a veneer of VASELINE.I had him move on the seat so we were facing each other.
The drool was practically running out of my eager mouth as I leaned over and began to lick the head and shaft of my dark desire.Then I sucked the fat head in and slowly descended down his thick girth until he hit the back of my throat.I,again,slowly sucked my way back to the head as he began to moan softly.
I continued to bob up and down alternating speeds,but frustrated at my my inability to inhale him completely.He took his hands,place them on the back of my long blond hair and begin to slowly fuck my willing face,just a little deeper each time.Soon,I overcome my gag reflex,and I had him deeply down my gullet and I was moaning in delight.He increased his tempo until he was pumping my face furiously and commanding me to,"SUCK it !,SUCK it,Sheila !ALL of it ! SUCK that BIG BLACK COCK ! I never took my eyes away from his and,as he neared orgasm,he closed them and whispered,"I'm coming."That gave me just enough time to push him away so that his cockhead is in my mouth when he came,thankfully,for when he did,he filled my mouth to overflowing with four massive jets of sweet jizz.I swallowed most of his tasty issue and the excess dripped down onto my silk blouse.
He thanked me and put away his wonderful tool.I told him to spread the word amongst his friends and we returned to the bar.
Word got around,believe me.Even after the BIG reveal,if you catch my drift.Horny black guys can be SO open-minded when it comes to cumming.Misty and I had quite a night.I'll save the rest for another story to post here.The recall of this one has me all flustered.
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