I was a latecomer to porn because I grew up in a two-bedroom apartment with three sisters. All four of us slept in one room in two bunk-beds, so there was zero privacy to look at ladies online.
I moved out as soon as I could at eighteen.
One of the first things I did was start looking at porn. Sometimes, I'd look for hours. Time flew as I clicked from page to page to page and eventually discovered that interracial porn, specifically black guys with white women, turned me on. I got hard seeing big black dicks slide into white pussies.
The next thing I started to do was invite women to my apartment. I'm 5'11" with medium brown shoulder-length hair, green eyes, and a slim build. My sisters said I had a cute face. My dick wasn't huge but it did the trick. I had a magic mouth that females liked between their legs, and I was a nice guy and a good listener, probably from listening to my sisters. And I wasn't intimidated by good-looking women because my sisters were good-looking, but they ate and slept and went to the washroom and worried about things and had bad days like the rest of us. They were just regular people. So, I had no problem getting dates.
But no matter who I dated, I always fantasized about black dicks stretching their pussies tight and filling them deep. I imagined them moaning in ecastacy as their pussies were pounded with black cocks until they came with earth shattering orgasms.
Sometimes, I even thought about my sisters getting blacked. Those masturbation sessions were especially intense.
It was so nice being able to do all these things in the privacy of my apartment!
I never told my dates (or sisters) about my black fantasies, though, because I didn't want them to think I was a weirdo.
Eventually, I met and settled down with Anne. We met through friends of friends and hit it off. She's 5'6" with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, a girl next door face, perky B-cup boobs, a killer ass and nice legs. And she loves to fuck. It was so refreshing compared to some girls who acted like they were doing you a favor. Anne enjoyed sex and wasn't shy about initiating it. Even better, she liked to experiment sexually. We watched porn after we got married for visual stimulation and ideas. And I discovered that she got super aroused seeing well hung black guys fucking white women. Yay!
She never said black cocks turned her on, but her body did. Her pussy was drenched whenever we watched interracial porn. I was more than happy to watch it with her, and we even masturbated each other.
I thought I'd died and gone to heaven and began to seriously fantasize about how Anne would look beneath a big black Bull with his cock buried deep inside her. It never failed to make my dick explode.
I had no idea how to make it happen, though. I didn't know any black guys I could introduce her to. I was thinking about bars and then I remembered our trip to Jamaica. We saw married women who went down there to get fucked by Jamaican Bulls. Maybe I could arrange it so Anne met a black guy on our next vacation. But I didn't want it to be in Jamaica. Planning for Anne to be blacked would already stress my comfort zone without the added uncertainty of being in a foreign country. I even had a nightmare of huge ganga-smoking Jamaican studs with long dreadlocks and donkey dicks fucking Anne so much that she couldn't feel my cock anymore, got pregnant and never came home. I woke in a cold sweat.
Nope, I wanted to do it in the USA. Florida sounded good.
So I started googling words like cuckold, Florida, black bull, and vacation. It took many searches and false hits, but I finally found what I was looking for. There was a black bull in Florida named Dante who owned a vacation resort and loved to fuck white women. He sounded perfect. We texted. We talked. I sent him pictures of Anne. Some of them were nude pictures. He sent pictures of himself. He sent pictures of his dick. He was very handsome and had an awesome body. Anne would drool when she saw his dick.
It was time to put my plan in motion.
"Anne, I found a cool place for us to vacation this Winter. It's different than the normal places we go to. Come take a look."
Anne leaned over to look at my computer screen.
"It's near the bottom of Florida, so it should be warm. The guy owns a chunk of property inland with a small lake in the center, which is fed by a freshwater spring. There are cabins on the lake. There is a central building where people can meet and a ring road connecting all the cabins. Each cabin has a dock with a canoe. The cabins have electricity, air conditioning, washrooms, and kitchens. The shelves are stocked with food, and there's a small store ten minutes away with food and booze. The water is clean so you can swim in it and you can fish. And he takes people water skiing for a fee. There's a local bar fifteen minutes away that has food, live music, and a big dance floor. It sounds interesting. What do you think?"
Anne smiled. "It does sound interesting! I'm tired of going to the Caribbean and I love to water ski. A local band sounds great and I love to dance. The cabins look cozy. We could sit out on the back porch at night, have a few drinks, look at the lake, listen to the crickets, and then make love in the cabin. Then we could jump off the dock and go for a midnight swim. Plus, it would be nice to stay in the US."
"Here's a picture of the owner. His name is Dante."
Anne grinned. "Oh, my! He's quite handsome! Book it!"
I texted Dante later that night. "I showed Anne your place. She loved it. We'll be there in January for eight days."
"Excellent! I guarantee you by the time she leaves she'll have tasted black cock and will be a changed woman. See you in a few months!"
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Both of us were excited when January rolled around. The weather had been cold and gloomy, and we were looking forward to some warm sunshine. Anne was looking forward to water skiing. We both liked to listen to live music and Anne loved to dance. And I couldn't wait to see how things played out between Anne and Dante, especially given she'd mentioned how handsome he looked. Wait till she saw his dick!
We flew into Miami and rented a car. We were at Dante's place in an hour. It was every bit as nice as the pictures showed. Very lush looking. No traffic sounds. Just nature. The air was warm and moist. We'd soon be in shorts and T-shirts and sandals instead of winter clothes. Perfect!
We checked into the office and got our room key. Our cabin was only three units from the main building, which was handy. I changed into a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts and sandals. Anne changed into a very brief black bikini and classy leather sandals. The bikini was more like a thong.
There was a bottle of wine on the table with a note:
"Welcome! Enjoy the wine. I'll be by later to greet you. Dante."
Anne cracked open the bottle, and we both had a drink and sat outside on the back porch, facing the lake.
"The wine is good. That was nice of him," Anne said.
"Yes, it is good. The lake is beautiful."
"It is. I can't wait to go for a swim in the nude tonight."
I smiled. "Sounds naughty!"
She grinned. "It was meant to be!"
We downed the bottle and had a pleasant buzz on when we heard a knock.
"Someone's here," Anne said.
I got up and answered the door. It was Dante. He smiled, "Tom!" and shook my hand so hard it hurt. It almost seemed deliberate.
Then he let go. Anne had come out.
Dante bowed and smiled. "You must be Anne!" He delicately shook her hand. Did you enjoy the wine?"
Anne smiled. "Yes, thank you. It was very good."
Dante was eating Anne up with his eyes. I didn't blame him. She was practically naked in her bikini.
"Well, let me know if you need anything. I take people out water skiing if you're interested."
