My relationship with Stacy started out simply enough, we had both just come off long relationships with other people, and she was engaged to be married. We were a little reluctant to start with because she is black and I am white, and we both seemed to be worried about what people might say. However, we were such good friends and obviously very attracted to each other we figured what the hell? At first, we considered each other rebounds, we are now both married to other people, but here we are, seven years later still going strong.
Stacy has long, jet-black hair, her deep dark eyes, mocha colored skin and the most magnificent d-cup breasts you have ever seen. I quickly learned that she had a very mischievous side to her, for example; at her twenty-third birthday party, she said she wanted to show me the new stereo that her father had given her the night before. I followed her downstairs, and there in the middle of the room, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and proceeded to give me head in the middle of the room. She continued this action for about thirty seconds, and then without warning, stood and said “see you back upstairs”. Not to be out done, I quickly grabbed her from behind and guided her over to the couch. I bent her over the arm of the couch, pulled her skirt up over her hips and pulled her thong aside, I lapped at her soaking wet pussy for a second or two, and then I stood and drove my cock into her to the hilt in one stroke. She moaned really load and told me to fuck her hard! Then, without so much as a single stroke, I quickly pulled out, put my dick away and quietly walked upstairs. She later told me, that she had a mini-orgasm from the way I just “took her”, completely ignoring her demands for me to fuck her. She said her lack of control over the situation coupled with the fact that I appeared to have so much confidence, almost made her come.
I really wanted to tell you about another one of her birthday’s. It was a
Friday night and I had just come back from dinner with the girl I was dating, when the phone rang. Being it was Friday, and it was late, I knew it had to be Stacy. We made some small talk about her evening with family and my date with Miss Boring. After about five minutes, she asked if I was coming over to help her celebrate as usual. I quickly replied that I would be right over. Stacy greeted me at the door, and when I saw her, I nearly ripped a hole in my pants. She was wearing a pinstripe pants suite and eyeglasses, her blouse was unbuttoned almost to her naval showing off her massive breasts which were practically spilling out over her bra, and she had her hair in a pony tail. She knew I loved this look, and she wryly smiled and asked what was wrong. I nudged past her and said, “you know what you did”.
She told me to take a seat. She had carefully set a mood in her living room, by putting on some music and placing a bottle of wine in between the two scented candles on the coffee table. We kissed softly and sipped our wine, and then without warning, she sat up and told me that her family had gotten mad at her for accepting her gifts and then excusing herself because she had somewhere to be. I told that in all the years I had known her she had always appeared spoiled. She looked at me with those mischievous eyes, and said, “Maybe, I should be punished for my behavior”. Audibly I gulped and managed, as calmly as possible to tell her I thought that might be a good idea. With that, I reached out and removed her blazer and blouse; she then stood so I could help her out of her pants. I then told her, nervously, that I thought a spanking might in order. She feigned fear, and I gently guided her over my knee.
