Straight Female / 48
Life Changing Weekend - Interracially Charged
My name is Rebecca. I am 48, white, curvy and (well) typically ready for sex. My now ex husband and I has a very good and open sex life for many years…until the weekend that changed life forever.
My female friend Carrie and I went out on Friday night for some drinks. Nothing was planned…just a spur of the moment decision. That is until Carrie told me she invited a black male coworker. She knew interracial was the last remaining sexual item for me to do and she was making it her job to fulfill this. After about 20 minutes of talking Carrie says okay, I am going home, enjoy! And she leaves me with this younger black man. What could go wrong kept playing in my head….
The night progresses and, of course, I am ready for sex. Additionally, I am probably more so ready because of the situation in front of me. We decide to go back to his place. Upon arriving, his friends are in the living room watching tv. I say to myself, hmmm, I guess if I stay quiet they will not hear me. I immediately head to the bathroom and call Carrie and my ex. Both tell me to just enjoy myself (thanks for the help). My brain is telling me to go home, but my sexual desire is telling ‘what could go wrong?
A few minutes later, I leave the bathroom, only to find all five black men in the living room naked and, now, watching porn. There was so much cock….so much cock….and I feel my brain lose the fight. I quickly decide and tell them I will take care of each of you one by one, but nothing as a group. I start with the closest one by getting on my knees in front of him on the couch. That was my only mistake of the night….before I knew it I was naked and they were all over me. This could have been really bad, but my pussy had a complete inability to say no.
The night was filled with sucking and fucking in every imaginable position. They took me to places sexually that I never thought existed. The things they made me do….the things they did to me.
The next morning I return home to my ex. He figures how my night went and asks if I want breakfast. He cooks me some food and I get in the shower to clean off seemingly a dozen loads of cum. As I return from my shower I tell my ex I am going to sleep because I was invited to return there again tonight, which I accepted.
I left for the get together at 5:45 and walked in the door at 6:30….to a room filled with black men. I tried to count but I was immediately told to strip and get on my knees. Again, just like last night, the things they made me do and the things they did to me.
As I returned home the next morning, I walked directly to the shower and sat down with the water on me. It was a bathing that was needed after the night that I had just endured. I slept the entire Sunday away.
Later that day Carrie called me and asked how my weekend went. Apparently I never answered any of her texts since Friday. He he he She then proceeded to tell me that her friend had a blast and cannot wait to do it again. My pussy needs a break…lol…but I agreed it was (fun) if that was the word I used. Carried them said fun??? I would not consider fucking and sucking 24 black men over the course of a weekend fun …that is suicide.
Suicide was actually letting out my inner black cock whore. To this day, I only fuck and suck black men and it is always more than one at a time.
My female friend Carrie and I went out on Friday night for some drinks. Nothing was planned…just a spur of the moment decision. That is until Carrie told me she invited a black male coworker. She knew interracial was the last remaining sexual item for me to do and she was making it her job to fulfill this. After about 20 minutes of talking Carrie says okay, I am going home, enjoy! And she leaves me with this younger black man. What could go wrong kept playing in my head….
The night progresses and, of course, I am ready for sex. Additionally, I am probably more so ready because of the situation in front of me. We decide to go back to his place. Upon arriving, his friends are in the living room watching tv. I say to myself, hmmm, I guess if I stay quiet they will not hear me. I immediately head to the bathroom and call Carrie and my ex. Both tell me to just enjoy myself (thanks for the help). My brain is telling me to go home, but my sexual desire is telling ‘what could go wrong?
A few minutes later, I leave the bathroom, only to find all five black men in the living room naked and, now, watching porn. There was so much cock….so much cock….and I feel my brain lose the fight. I quickly decide and tell them I will take care of each of you one by one, but nothing as a group. I start with the closest one by getting on my knees in front of him on the couch. That was my only mistake of the night….before I knew it I was naked and they were all over me. This could have been really bad, but my pussy had a complete inability to say no.
The night was filled with sucking and fucking in every imaginable position. They took me to places sexually that I never thought existed. The things they made me do….the things they did to me.
The next morning I return home to my ex. He figures how my night went and asks if I want breakfast. He cooks me some food and I get in the shower to clean off seemingly a dozen loads of cum. As I return from my shower I tell my ex I am going to sleep because I was invited to return there again tonight, which I accepted.
I left for the get together at 5:45 and walked in the door at 6:30….to a room filled with black men. I tried to count but I was immediately told to strip and get on my knees. Again, just like last night, the things they made me do and the things they did to me.
As I returned home the next morning, I walked directly to the shower and sat down with the water on me. It was a bathing that was needed after the night that I had just endured. I slept the entire Sunday away.
Later that day Carrie called me and asked how my weekend went. Apparently I never answered any of her texts since Friday. He he he She then proceeded to tell me that her friend had a blast and cannot wait to do it again. My pussy needs a break…lol…but I agreed it was (fun) if that was the word I used. Carried them said fun??? I would not consider fucking and sucking 24 black men over the course of a weekend fun …that is suicide.
Suicide was actually letting out my inner black cock whore. To this day, I only fuck and suck black men and it is always more than one at a time.
