My name is Piera , I was born in Italy but grew up in the UK. My father was very strict and wouldn't allow me to have boyfriends until I was 21 years old and even then I was chaperoned. Not surprisingly my first marriage failed and in my mid thirties I decided to make a fresh start in Bermuda. My relationship with my father was never great but when he asked to see me before I left I had hoped for some kind words. I was furious when all I got was a lecture warning me never to disgrace the family by bringing home a black boyfriend.

The first few weeks in Bermuda were hectic , starting a new job , finding an apartment , and of course I didn't know anybody. One evening sitting in my new apartment I began to think about my fathers warning. I was still furious but it suddenly dawned on me that for the first time in my life nobody was controlling me. I could do what I liked and when I liked. I decided to take spite on my father.

It was late but I showered and got dressed. I put on the only little black dress I owned and the sexiest lingerie I had. Black matching stockings , bra,panties and suspender belt with a pair of black high heels. In truth I was overdressed for the weather . It was hot and humid. The dress was way too short and hardly covered my stocking tops. If I'd stopped for a minute to think about it my nerve would have failed me. I phoned for a cab and asked the driver to drop me off outside of Casey's Bar, a popular haunt with the local Bermudian guys. Outside I paused , took a deep breath and walked confidently in. I'm quite petite but busty and with typically Italian olive skin. People are usually surprised when they hear my English accent.

My heart was pounding but I could feel all eyes on me. I was conscious that my dress was riding up as I walked into the small bar. It was busy, smoky and the faces were predominantly black. I took a seat on a bar stool and ordered a drink. the bar tender made no effort to conceal staring at my cleavage but I didn't care . I was enjoying the attention.

After several false starts I got chatting to a guy who insisted that his name was Sly. He was black and handsome and I flirted with him outrageously. We drank , probably a little too much , and then I asked him home. Three hours after walking into the bar I was standing in front of Sly in the lounge of my apartment. He was reclining on my sofa with a bottle of beer in his hand , his eyes fixed on me. I stood directly in front of him and reached around my back for the zip of the dress. my hand slid down and my dress just fell away to he floor. my heart was racing, I had never been this bold before. He let out a slight appreciative moan and I just stood allowing him to admire my lingerie.

Sly had a cool laid back demeanour, his speech naturally slurred despite the drink. He told me to take the bra off.
I unclipped the hasp and allowed the bra to fall from my breasts. I started to move towards him but he told me to stand where I was. He allowed his eyes to roam over my breasts , down my stomach , over my panties and down my legs before bringing them back up to my face. "Let me see you sway" he said , and I began to move my hips as rhythmically as I could.

He began to unzip and I realised that I had taken this to a point where it wouldn't have been fair to deny him. he reached inside his zip and pulled out his cock. Ridiculous as this sounds it occurred to me that I had never seen a black cock before. My heart and mind were racing. It was still soft but thick and heavy even so. He laughed. I must have been staring. I realised that my mouth had fallen open almost involuntarily. It was beautiful. He began to stroke his shaft and it began to rise. I swayed slightly faster , never taking my eyes from his cock.

My hands were on my hips , grinding in front of him . Without thinking I hooked my thumbs into the side of my panties and slid them down. I tried to shimmy them down elegantly but I was too intoxicated both on drink and excitement. His eyes fixed on the tiny strip of pubic hair above my pussy. I loved the way he was looking at me.

"Come here" he said , " get on your knees". I kicked my panties off of my shoes and knelt in front of him. he was standing and this big , beautiful , black , cock was now at my eye level , twitching and jerking of its own accord. "do you like what you see ??" he said , . I could scarcely speak , my voice a hoarse whisper , my mouth was dry. "yes" I said , feebly. " You ever sucked a black cock before/". "No" again a hoarse whisper. "Then suck it" he said.

I folded my right hand around his shaft , my small palm struggling with the girth. I lifted the cock up vertically and ran my tongue down its length to his balls. Everything about this man was big. I opened my mouth and closed my lips on his balls , drawing and knibbling at the sacks with my tongue. I slid my tongue up the shaft and tried to close my lips over the head.

it was the start of a long night. He was insatiable . Pounding and fucking me until I felt I wouldn't be able to stand. I felt wicked. As if I had broken a taboo. I smiled as I thought about my fathers words. Sly was my first but he wasn't my last and although I have moved away from Bermuda and am now happily married to a white man , I still think about those wonderful black men in Bermuda. And yes this recollection has been written with my husbands blessing.