Not What I Expected

For most of my life, I've been a career woman. My mother worked, mostly because she had to, but wasn't stellar by any means. My father was a deadbeat who I never really knew. Despite this, my mother insisted I only go out with other black boys as a teen, while also condemning the idea of having sex at all. So my solution was to just not date until I left for college, but once there I found myself too busy for much of any socializing, and have wound up here at my job. Now at 26, my only real sexual experience is one time with a one night stand in college but nothing much else. I've heard from all my girl friends the common rumors about how black men are "bigger and better" than everyone else, and how I should find myself one since I'm a black woman. Honestly, it's kinda weird how much white girls lust over black men, but only for their dicks and nothing else.

I mean, I like black men, I should after all. But the one I was with was not much over five inches, and didn't really seem to know what to do when he had me. I've been seeing this one guy for a few weeks now, but we haven't fucked yet so I guess we'll see if he's any better. He's a few inches taller than me, good looking guy who works at the same office as me. He's one of the few black guys on his floor and I'm one of two black women on mine so unless he's running through all the white girls as well, we're sort of just sticking together in a way.

We decided to meet up at a restaurant in the city for dinner. I think he's going to try to get me in bed tonight. Honestly, I'm kinda excited for it. I'm ready for this experience I've heard so much about. At dinner, we talked and flirted for a good hour and a half, him making moves on me, and inviting me back to his apartment. Almost desperate for sex, I accepted, following him back home. As we got upstairs, he kissed me and grabbed my ass. I jumped into his arms and got carried inside to his bed. We made out and stripped down, before the moment finally came when I removed his underwear. I expected to be hit in the face by a massive python of a cock. I've seen so much BBC in porn and heard all the stories, but when I pulled his boxers down the rumors were simply not true. Of course I couldn't look disappointed in the moment, and it's not like his cock was small. But again, it was another five inches, not the third leg I was lead to believe.

I went down on him, sucking away like all the girls I see online doing. Maybe it would get bigger, maybe he would at least use it better and it wouldn't matter the size. As I sucked, he held my head and moaned. Eventually we traded roles and he got down to eat me out. Already he was doing more than my last partner did. I must say his skills eating pussy were very good and I found myself forgetting about his size, and was more focused on the orgasm pulsing through me as his tongue explored my pussy. He made me orgasm twice, lapping up every bit of my juices as I lost control on his face. Only then did he move back up my body, kissing and sucking his way up before he reached my lips and gave me a taste of my pussy. With my legs spread wide he inserted his cock inside me and went to town thrusting. It definitely felt better this time around, having been given an orgasm before.

He fucked and fucked, and the sounds his hips made as they slammed against my ass made me so horny. My ankles were wrapped around his neck while he fucked one more orgasm into me. Three orgasms was impressive, especially when he waited till the third to cum, because my last encounter gave me none at all. But when he did finally cum, it was like every porno I'd seen. Instead of holding it inside me, fertilizing my womb like a man, he pulled out and shot his load all over my face and tits. I must say, what loos good online isn't as fun in real life. Sure the sight and feel of a load of cum on my tits, made for a good slutty selfie, but cleaning up without ruining my makeup was a pain. All in all, if my first sexual encounter was a 2/10, then this here would be a 6.5/10. Far from perfect, but so much better than last time.

That night, on the way back home, something I never expected happened. I was waiting for the train, the station empty except for two men. A tall white man in a suit standing alone, and over in the corner a suspicious looking man that kept staring at me as we waited. I felt nervous, he was staring at me even though he knew I was looking back at him. If he thought I found him attractive I didn't, but I did find him really creepy. I guess the nervous tension was in the air cause the man in the suit looked at him, and then at me. He locked eyes with me and started walking over. He greeted me with a weird enthusiasm and went in for a hug, which I returned. As we embraced, he said to play along and he'd stay with me till we got away from the other guy. I thanked him and we rode the train back together, pretending to be old friends. The whole time that same weird guy followed us, and so me and my new well-dressed friend went home together.

He walked me all the way to my apartment door even though the man followed us. I hugged him again and told him to follow me inside as I didn't feel safe alone, at least till I could call a friend over. He agreed and we went inside and locked the door. I never imagined I'd have a white man in my apartment, and now that we're alone, he did seem rather handsome. I found myself overcome by his presence, he made me feel so safe and secure, his body was so strong and protective. Within minutes, these feelings turned to flirtations, which lead to close contact and soon enough kissing. What was I doing, I had a boyfriend? I just fucked him, in fact I was on my way back from fucking him when I met this man. Now we were in my home making out. He didn't have a ring on his finger, but was he even single? Were we both cheating? For some reason I didn't care. I started to undress him as we kissed, and he in turn took my dress off. This was the second man to strip my dress off tonight, but the connection here was so much deeper somehow, even though we didn't know each other. By the time we moved from my living room to bedroom, the only thing he had on was his tie.

But more importantly, I had to see if it was real. Were white men really smaller than black guys, or have I been lied to about everything? I pulled his boxers down, and this time was greeted by a pale white cock, at least six inches but likely more if I measured it. "This is the biggest I've ever seen!" I moaned before sucking it without hesitation. Did everyone know this secret? He was bigger in my mouth than my boyfriend was, and it felt great. He didn't let me suck him off for very long, but he did put me in a doggy position to eat me out. He was eating my pussy without a care that I had been fucked less than an hour ago. I guess not getting creampied by my boyfriend was a good thing after all. Now I'm clean and ready for my white lover. He licked me thoroughly, eating my asshole as well as my pussy, and doing a damn fine job of it too.

But it's when he transitioned from tongue to cock that the difference between his race and my boyfriends was felt. His cock is what set off an orgasm, the second he gave after his tonguing of my asshole, simply from inserting it into my pussy. He grabbed my throat and waist and inserted into my cunt, slowly penetrating me with his white cock. Good everything he did was just better. How could it be, was there some spell I was under? The way he fucked me was with such passion that I was quivering as he ravaged me. He belonged in my pussy, I can't explain it, but he deserves to fuck me any way he wants to. While another orgasm passed over me, I wondered if my mother knew how good a white man felt? We might not have been close when I was younger, but we're closer now. Close enough to talk about sex with each other, and rest assured my mom will hear about this.

He flipped me over and fucked me missionary, actually more of what they call a "mating press" online. Either way I wanted all of it. Every last bit. We were kissing as he was drilling me, finally the moment came when he said he was cumming. I spread my legs and grabbed his waist, but he never tried to pull out anyway, instead opting to flood my black pussy with a pool of his white cum. We embraced closely as we orgasmed together. I was not at all upset my pussy was filled with his cum, despite never using birth control. If I were to have the baby of any man that's fucked me, it would be him for sure. Truly a 10/10 experience as I sucked the cum from his cock. We cuddled naked for thirty more minutes as we waited for my friend to get here. I looked out the window and the man wasn't there, I gave my new lover my number and said to stay in touch. He left after my friend arrived, and the rest of the night we talked about the sex I had just had. How thoroughly I enjoyed it and how much better he was than even my boyfriend.

I know I cheated, but do you blame me? My girl friend certainly didn't. Oh, and if you're wondering about that strange man, I never saw him again. Turns out he was arrested that night after mugging and beating another woman at the same train station he followed me off on. If it wasn't for my lover, I'd have had the worst night of my life, but instead it ended up being the best. Two days later, I broke it off with my boyfriend, and that night met back up with my lover. My "guardian angel" was happy to see me again and that night we fucked just as passionately at his place as we did at mine. Thank God I found him, nothing better for a black pussy than white cock...