A Woman in Need of Sex

It's alright for you guys, if you want sex you just go out and chat up a few women and after a few rejections and possibly a slap or two, you get laid. It's not that easy for us women as we just get labelled, at best, 'easy' or at worst, 'slut'.

After having been made single my whole life changed, and sex was the last thing on my mind. Days ran into weeks and weeks into months and before long it was almost a year. I was making a new life with, mostly, new friends and had slowly started thinking about sex again. Inevitably I fingered myself and even bought a small vibrator but its effects were shallow and only relieved the immediate tension, but it was not satisfying in the greater scheme of things.

One day, I was meeting my good friend Gill who had just come back from a holiday on the Mediterranean coast of Spain, the Costa del Sol. She was always great fun and cheered me up and we had got through a bottle of wine as we nattered. The conversation turned to men, which neither of us had, and being distinctly tiddly I asked her how she managed. We were old friends so there was no real embarrassment in the nature of the conversation and she admitted she had the occasional fling, but that when she really wanted it, she went for a break on the Costa as she had a contact there who could really satisfy her. I was really intrigued and asked more, but all she said was that some time ago someone had given her a phone number which she had rung to meet up with a guy which is why she now went on occasional breaks using cheap flights. The added benefit was that it was far enough away that nobody knew, and she swore me to secrecy.

In the days and weeks after I thought about what Gill had said and as I hadn't had a holiday in ages I decided I would go to Spain, but I really wasn't sure about meeting a man I didn't know. I spoke to Gill and told her that I had decided to go to Spain and, as there was no subtle way of putting it, asked her if she had that phone number. She was really happy for me and gave me the number with the local dialling code. She told me to ask for Raul who was her contact. She had no problem with me meeting her man and told me that the arrangement wasn't exactly cheap, but it would be worth it! I asked how it worked and she said to just ring the number and tell him what I wanted! He was very clean and careful so there was no need to worry, and I should just go and enjoy a good time!

A couple of weeks later I found myself in a hotel on the Costa del Sol enjoying a glass of wine in the warm sunshine on my hotel room balcony. I had been going over the idea in my mind time after time and was really unsure if I could do it, but after a few glasses of wine I summoned the courage and reached for my mobile.

The number rang a few times and then there was a click and a woman's voice said 'Ola.'

I was a bit taken aback but managed to ask 'Can I speak to Raul please.'

She answered quickly in English 'I am afraid Raul is away on holiday at the moment, can anyone else help?'

I was stumped and did not know what to say, and was on the point of cutting the call off when the voice asked 'Are you looking for a friend?'

I managed to mumble a 'Yes' in response.

'Philippe is here this week if you would like to meet with him,' said the woman.

I stammered a response 'Err, yes, that would be OK.'

'Please tell me when you would like to see him,' she asked.

Knowing if I thought about it for too long I would probably back out, I asked 'Is it possible for tonight?'

'You would like for the night?' she asked. 'That is OK. Can you tell me where you are please?'

I gave her the details of my hotel.

'That is OK, some hotels know us and do not let us in, but yours is OK. There is a café/restaurant on the beach nearby your hotel, do you know it?'

'Yes, I know it.' I said.

She asked 'What will you be wearing so he can recognise you?'

I hadn't thought about that and hurriedly looked at my wardrobe and said 'A blue top and carrying a grey shoulder bag.'

'That is good.' she said, 'Please put the bag on the table so he can see it.'

'OK, I understand.'

He will meet you at nine o'clock at the café. Would you like to pay by card now or cash when he meets you?'

I asked how much it would be, and she told me for the night it would be 500 Euros, so I agreed to pay him cash when we met and she said she would let him know.

'If there are any other costs, such as drinks or a meal, it is expected that you will pay' she added.

'That's OK, I understand.' And with that she rang off, leaving me sitting, shaking slightly, still not sure what I had let myself in for.

A few hours later I was sitting at a table at the café watching people going by, trying to spot which might be Philippe. Any number of fit Spaniards walked by but I didn't really take much notice of a man who approached my table until he spoke to me.

'Hello,' he said in accented English, 'I am Philippe.'

I looked up in surprise, and saw he was quite tall, and fairly muscular. And black.

I stared open mouthed at him until he said with a dazzling smile, 'May I sit down?'

I stammered a greeting as he sat down, trying to hide my surprise that Philippe was a coloured man. Gill had said nothing about it, but perhaps her Raul was Spanish.

Philippe asked 'Do you have something for me?'

I assumed he meant the money and I handed over the agreed fee in an envelope. Without any obvious movement he slid it into his pocket out of sight without even looking at the contents. A waiter came to the table and I asked Philippe if he would like a drink,which he accepted. I had recovered my composure and we chatted away on inconsequential matters for a while.

After a while he asked if I would like to go back to the hotel, a question I was dreading as I was getting more and more nervous and thinking I couldn't go through with this. I mean, sex with a total stranger! He said not to worry as first time nerves were not unusual, but it was entirely up to me, but unfortunately, as he had been arranged for the night, he was not able to offer any refund.

'Do you have a mini-bar in your hotel room?' he asked.

I said that there was, so he suggested we go there and have another drink.

'Do you have the code for the door from the beach to the hotel?' he asked as we got up.

'I do.' I replied, and so we went back in that way, thereby avoiding the reception area. We went up to my room and went in. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and he looked in the mini-bar for a drink. I had another glass of wine while he took a soft drink, and he sat down next to me on the bed.

'How are you feeling now?' he asked, 'And is there anything you would like, or that I could do to make you more comfortable?

I just looked down into my drink and didn't say anything.

Philippe got up and started to remove his shirt. He turned around and placed it over the back of a chair and as he did so I could see his muscular back. He continued undressing with his shoes, socks and then his trousers until he was down to his underpants, placing each item tidily on the chair. He held the waistband of his pants and pushed them down and as he placed them on the chair and I got a good look at his bum which was tight, and black. He then turned and came back to the bed where I was sitting.

Oh. My. God. Hanging from his groin was a monster black snake. I say hanging, but it stuck out a couple of inches before arching downward. The thick shaft was really dark and there were bulges and ripples where the veins were under the skin, and as he had been circumcised and the marks of his circumcision were lighter, almost pink, and beyond that was a prominent cock-head that was wider than the shaft and was pointy with an eye at the end. He was fully shaved which accentuated the size of his penis but it must have been a good seven inches and not yet fully erect. Underneath the cock was a big, wrinkled scrotum with two large testicles clearly outlined, and they moved around slowly as I stared.

I continued to stare in awe and wonder at this monster right in front of my eyes as he stood there, his penis throbbing slightly, and my reservations began to dissipate as I stared at his naked body, his genitals inches in front of my face, and my desire was battling with my reservations.

'Go on, touch it' he said.

Gingerly I reached out a hand and just touched it with a finger. It didn't bite! So I gently held the shaft in my hand marvelling at the weight of it and how hot it felt, and I could feel it pulsing, and as I held it, it seemed to grow a little. I could hardly get my hand round it, as it was certainly quite fat and was a real handful. I trailed two fingers over the shiny cock-head, enjoying the firmness of the taut skin there, and the prominent rim, and, as I felt it, it definitely grew a little more.

Seeing the effect I was having I held it more positively and stroked the long shaft as it grew bigger and stiffer in my hand until it was no longer hanging down but had become a stiff pole. While the skin was soft and moved easily along the length it was hard inside and the big cock-head was stretched even more, the skin shiny in its tautness, and the eye pulled open a little bit.

He reached down and unbuttoned my blouse and peeled it off my shoulders and dropped it on the bed, then reaching down behind me he undid the catch of my bra, and as he did so his big erection brushed against my face. He slipped the straps off my shoulders and dropped the bra with my blouse. I was sitting on the bed, bare chested, staring at the big, black cock in my hand. Events had overtaken my reservations so far and despite the weirdness of the situation I was enjoying it, and as he had taken control, I was relieved from having to decide, but I knew that the main event was yet to come, and that hurdle had to be crossed.

He pushed my shoulders back gently and I lay down on the bed. He unclipped my belt and unzipped my trousers and grasping the legs he pulled them off, leaving me lying there in nothing but my pants. Having put the trousers on the chair he reached down and took hold of the waistband of my pants and pulled. Involuntarily I lifted my bottom and he pulled my pants off exposing my hairy pussy. I was lying in front of him, totally naked, and as he moved, that big, black, stiff erection waggled about erotically.

We were both naked now and he looked down at my bare body and smiled. He started to stroke my breasts and despite his big, muscular hands he was very gentle and the soft velvety touch of his hands had my nipples stiffening up quickly. He bent down over me and sucked each nipple in turn, drawing them into his mouth and flicking his tongue over their hardness. As he sucked hard on my breasts I felt his hand slide down my body, heading for my sex. I tensed up as this stranger was about to touch my most private part, and again I began to have serious doubts as to whether I could go through with it. His finger touched my pubic hair, which I had trimmed but was still quite a thick bush, and I felt his finger slide ever so softly down my crack. I wanted to push his hand away but as I raised my arm my hand touched his erection and without thinking closed around it.

That caused the moment of doubt to fade and as I held his throbbing dick, he slid his hand across my pussy, and after months of abstinence he melted my resistance, both in my mind and in my body, as I sensed the wetness beginning to seep from me. He let go of my breasts and moved down my body, licking my flesh as he moved until he was between my legs. Gently he eased them apart and I acquiesced, allowing him to open me. I felt his warm breath on my sex and tensed as I knew he was going to lick me 'there'. I had had to let go of his cock and my fists clenched as his tongue pushed my pussy lips apart and slid wetly across the exposed flesh inside.

My eyes were tight shut as I told myself if I couldn't see it, it wasn't happening. Then he touched my clitoris, and I jumped, not realising it was already so sensitive. He continued to lick up and down my pussy, paying careful attention to my clit and teasing the entrance to my vagina, pushing his tongue into the widening hole. I was so worked up by now any resistance had disappeared, and instead of dreading him having me I was now dying for him to enter me.

He stopped sucking on my pussy and I looked up to see what he was going to do next. He came up beside me and in his strong arms he lifted me up the bed so my legs were no longer dangling over the end but I was lying full length on the bed. As I watched, he took a condom from the pack where he had put them on the bedside table, and opening the foil he took out the slippery contents, and, still standing beside me, he placed the rubber on the end of his cock and unrolled it over his big helmet. It was a very tight fit given the size of him, but he managed to get it rolled down his shaft until it was fully on, and as I stared at the rubber sheathed erection, I knew the time had come.

He moved to lie down on top of me and I felt his stiff member slide across my thigh. Then he was above me, looking down at me as I stared up at him, and I felt his cock slide against my sex. This was it, this is what I had been dreading, but now I was desperate for it. I opened my legs wide and drew my knees up, presenting myself for him to take me. With his cock-head lodged against my vagina he pushed.

'Aaaaaahhh!' He entered me, spreading my vagina wide as his big erection slid slowly into me. Slowly, gently he eased himself in, taking his time to enter a little further with each stroke until I could feel his belly on mine. I felt so full, so stretched by his big cock. He started to slide in me and I said to stop.

He looked down at me, 'Are youalright?'

'Push it in and stay there,' I told him, 'I want to feel you filling me. It has been a long time.'

So he pushed it in as far as it would go and then he rested, with his big, black cock filling me fully as I lay there with my eyes closed, revelling in the sensation of being so full with a man's erection.

'Yes, now' I said, and he moved again.

The incredible feelings of him moving inside me, slowly at first, pulling out until only the head was in me and then easing his full length right up me. This was not my fingers nor a vibrator, this was the real, big, hot meat of a black man, a man I had never met before, stretching my cunt with his size.

It was too much. The first tingles of an impending orgasm began, my cunt sensitive to his movements, my clit being rubbed as he thrust into me, and my brain working overtime on the sensations which were overwhelming me.

'More.' I said and I pushed my hips to meet his thrusts, and he increased the power of his cock inside me, pulling out and pushing hard as he slid up inside me again, easily now as my impending orgasm had my juices flowing freely.

'Oooohh! I began to shake, my body going out of control as waves of intense pleasure flooded over me as my climax burst. He was pounding me, fucking me hard and deep with his big, stiff cock as I writhed under him.

'Enough.' I cried out, and he slowed right down until he was barely moving, just very slowly sliding in me as the waves of pleasure dissipated, but didn't quite disappear, as my cunt was still super-sensitive to every slight movement. I lay there, underneath him, my body quivering and twitching as every slight movement in my cunt sent little shocks through my clit.

Slowly he gathered pace again and I just lay there under him, incapable of doing anything. In my mind, my whole world, the only thing I was aware of was the cock in my cunt, and the waves of pleasure washing over me, and then they started to increase again. I was headed for another orgasm, or was it the same one, I didn't know, I didn't care. I have never had multiple orgasms before, so maybe this is what it was like, as the pleasure took over and again my whole body shook as it was ravaged by my climax.

'Stop!' I cried, as I couldn't take any more, and he rested again, not moving, but with his big cock still inside me. Slowly I came down and opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me, a big smile on his face, knowing how much I had enjoyed him. '

'Did you cum?' I asked.

'No, not yet.' he replied, 'I want to make sure you have been properly satisfied. Would you like me to cum next time?'

'Next time?' I asked, 'I have already had two orgasms, I don't think I can take any more!'

He smiled down at me, 'Oh, I think we can manage another one, don't you? This time I will let you feel me cumming inside you. You want that, don't you?'

And with that he started to move again, ever so gently, and with the copious secretions I had been producing it wasn't painful, and I lay back to enjoy the feelings of being fucked by a big cock. Again he started gently, with slow movements, using the full length of his cock in my cunt, rubbing his fat cock-head in the entrance before shafting deeply inside me. It was amazing, the feelings of him sliding in and out of me as I just lay there and concentrated on his cock moving inside me. Unbelievably I sensed another orgasm beginning to build in me, the sheer size of him bringing it on.

I opened my eyes and said 'Yes, now, fuck me hard, I want to cum again.'

He was a master at fucking, as he didn't just bang me straight away, but watched me as my orgasm slowly built, but annoyingly it wouldn't happen, leaving me wanting to cum but tantalisingly unable to reach the critical point. I moaned in frustration.

'Harder.' I told him, 'Fuck me harder.'

He thrust more positively into me, not violently, but controlled firmness, making sure he was rubbing against my clit each time he entered me fully. I was getting more and more wound up with frustration and couldn't take much more, but then he started to groan, and his cock seemed to grow even stiffer, and as he grunted loudly I felt his cock pulsating in my cunt and I knew he was cumming inside me, and that tripped me over the edge as I fell into the abyss of another orgasm that washed over my whole body.

I was shattered. I lay there exhausted with him on top of me, his cock still inside me. Slowly he withdrew and amazingly I felt so empty without him inside me as he rolled away and lay down by my side. I could see he was still quite stiff, but softening, and the condom was still on him with the bulb end filled with a huge amount of his sperm. I turned on my side to look at him, his fit black body glistening with a sheen of perspiration, with the memory of what had just happened still playing in my mind, my body suffused with total satisfaction, and the frustrations all washed away, and I closed my eyes and immediately drifted off to sleep.