Straight Female / 42
First Black Bull
After a few years of role play and discussion, my husband and I agreed to find me a bull. I am a bigger girl - 5’7”, 175 pounds, large boobs, phat ass and a phat puffy pussy. I have always loved sex and for the most part, my husband could attend to this desire. Recently, it has not been the case.
Enter Darryl. Darryl is 30 years old, 6’3” 225 pounds of sexy black man. He is fit from head to toe. His cock, when fully hard, is 9” and thick. His stamina makes my desire look like a day in the park.
We have met dozens of times since, but this is a confession of our first time.
We met for dinner. As he joined us, my pussy almost immediately flutter to the thought of this. This was matched by the flutter in my heart (fear, desire, weirdness, guilt). Dinner was fun. Darryl was a nice guy, but he had an edge to him. We had a round booth and I sat in the middle. It seemed like the world was watching me. My dad, from across the country, was probably watching me. I wore a black skirt, black bra, black panties and black pumps. I swear my panties were soaked before we even arrived at the restaurant. My husband was interactive, but most of the discussion was me and Darryl.
After we ate appetizers, Darryl started to work me. He asked direct sexual questions and asked them again if I did not answer. He asked me if my panties were wet. I hedged my answer. He asked again. I hedged again. Then he told me to take them off and he would answer his own question. Talk about direct, in charge, naughty, embarrassing, hot. I looked around, raised up my skirt, shimmied out of my panties and handed them to Darryl under the table. My husband was shocked. Darryl told me good girl and announced ‘Beth has wet panties.’ There I sat: my husband on one side of me, Darryl on the other, not wearing panties eating a filet mignon.
As dinner ended, we headed to a planned hotel. I road with Darryl. He told me to raise up my skirt and show him my pussy. She was trimmed and coated with my juices. He spread my legs with his non driving hand and found my clit as he drove. He jumped…my heart raced…fuck was I turned on. He told me to relax and feel my fingers explore. I leaned the seat back and opened my legs. I watched as he buried three large black fingers into my coats lips. I moaned and he went deeper. The words oh fuck came flying out of my mouth over and over until he says cum for me. With that, I came. I felt like I soaked his seat.
The hotel room was an extension of the car. Orgasm after orgasm - by his tongue or his fingers or his thick cock. By the time he fucked me the third time we did not use a condom. He barebacked me like the whore I felt like. We spent the night at the hotel and fucked in an off all night.
Enter Darryl. Darryl is 30 years old, 6’3” 225 pounds of sexy black man. He is fit from head to toe. His cock, when fully hard, is 9” and thick. His stamina makes my desire look like a day in the park.
We have met dozens of times since, but this is a confession of our first time.
We met for dinner. As he joined us, my pussy almost immediately flutter to the thought of this. This was matched by the flutter in my heart (fear, desire, weirdness, guilt). Dinner was fun. Darryl was a nice guy, but he had an edge to him. We had a round booth and I sat in the middle. It seemed like the world was watching me. My dad, from across the country, was probably watching me. I wore a black skirt, black bra, black panties and black pumps. I swear my panties were soaked before we even arrived at the restaurant. My husband was interactive, but most of the discussion was me and Darryl.
After we ate appetizers, Darryl started to work me. He asked direct sexual questions and asked them again if I did not answer. He asked me if my panties were wet. I hedged my answer. He asked again. I hedged again. Then he told me to take them off and he would answer his own question. Talk about direct, in charge, naughty, embarrassing, hot. I looked around, raised up my skirt, shimmied out of my panties and handed them to Darryl under the table. My husband was shocked. Darryl told me good girl and announced ‘Beth has wet panties.’ There I sat: my husband on one side of me, Darryl on the other, not wearing panties eating a filet mignon.
As dinner ended, we headed to a planned hotel. I road with Darryl. He told me to raise up my skirt and show him my pussy. She was trimmed and coated with my juices. He spread my legs with his non driving hand and found my clit as he drove. He jumped…my heart raced…fuck was I turned on. He told me to relax and feel my fingers explore. I leaned the seat back and opened my legs. I watched as he buried three large black fingers into my coats lips. I moaned and he went deeper. The words oh fuck came flying out of my mouth over and over until he says cum for me. With that, I came. I felt like I soaked his seat.
The hotel room was an extension of the car. Orgasm after orgasm - by his tongue or his fingers or his thick cock. By the time he fucked me the third time we did not use a condom. He barebacked me like the whore I felt like. We spent the night at the hotel and fucked in an off all night.
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