Hi again! In Affairs 1, I introduced myself to you and my secret life as a slut. This is my second installment following my earlier days.
After undergrad, my boyfriend and I went to different grad schools. We told each other that we would stay together and visit as often as we could. We did still love each other very much so I wasn't interested in having a relationship with anyone else. Jim was my guy and anything else would be just sport sex. We were far enough away from each other that we wouldn't be able to just drop by. We were several hours apart.
Grad school was the most liberating period of my life! I was studying for an MBA in a major metropolitan area and the life of the school and city was amazing. It didn't take long for the inner slut to reveal herself. I would go out with my housemates (also in my program) and party like mad! Bars were open until 4AM so it was a never-ending party. I'd go drinking and dancing and I loved the clubs.
This is when I discovered a deep secret within. The dance clubs were in the city. The best dancers were of course black men. I would go to the black bars and dance with all the black men. The deep secret was that I was overwhelmingly attracted to black men. Coming from a southern family, blacks were not put down, but it was clear that a nice white girl would never have sex with one. It was just another taboo for me to break. I remember the first black guy that had me. I say first black guy, because after I had my first one, I let as many have me as possible. To be perfectly honest, after only a month or so at school I decided to completely let myself go. I would study hard and stay away from the college boys so I could keep some kind of reputation on campus, but away from school, I decided to just fuck like a complete tramp. My housemates knew about me being a complete fuck slut, how could they not? My bed constantly had someone new in it fucking the daylights out of me, but really no one else knew. I didn't limit myself to only black men. I fucked just about anyone I wanted to so there were white guys as well, but there were a lot of black men. Take it from me folks, I sampled a lot of cocks and the black ones really are bigger. They also know how to just plain fuck. A lot of white guys try to make love to a woman. I have a boyfriend for that. Other than him, I just like to be taken like a bitch and fucked and filled with cum. It was the early 80's at the time. No one had even heard of AIDS, so birth control pills and a little luck and I was good to go. Anyway, I digress - back to the part about the first black guy that fucked me.
As usual, it was a Saturday night and I was at a downtown dance club with one of my prissy housemates looking to drink, dance and get laid. Karen, my blonde housemate needed a good fucking like no one else I had ever met. Her boyfriend was at grad school very far away and so far she had stayed faithful to him. That would soon change.
I was dressed in tight spandex type pants (it was the 80's remember) and I had big hair and all. I also wasn't wearing any panties so there would be no panty line. It was a trade off though, because you could see my thick cunt lips protruding in front. I also have thick dark hair on my cunt so you could see that matted in there as well. I knew the boys in the club were getting a great view of my jiggling ass as I strutted my slutty self. Karen for her part was dressed conservatively in jeans and a blouse, but she had no choice but to look good. She was just a cute little blonde from the Mid-West out with her trampy friend.
We started drinking (we had a few at home) and were immediately hit on by some guys. We were there to dance so we were right out on the floor. Another nice thing about being a woman is, not having to pay for drinks. Let a guy paw you and you can drink all night for free. We were having a really great time as the night rolled on. We were getting pretty drunk too. We took a short break at the bar when another guy asked if I wanted to dance. I turned to look and had to look up into the dark eyes of the very sexy bald black man. He was a man, not a boy, maybe 35 years old (I was only 22). He had an earring in one ear, an open shirt and was maybe five inches north of six feet tall. I stood there, mouth open staring at this hunk of black man unable to speak. Looking back I think he knew that I was already his that night.
Not waiting for an answer (a man that takes action!) he led me to the dance floor by my hand and started dancing with me. It was a dance of mating and we both knew it. This was way before the dancing that kids do today, but we were doing it on the floor. He was grinding his enormous black cock against my barely covered behind as I held my hands in the air swaying to the funky heavy beat. He turned me around and I rode his muscular leg and then he grabbed my hair and forcefully kissed me right there. I was his. He knew it. I knew it and anyone looking knew it. This white girl was going to be black fucked tonight.
I had been so engrossed in my public debasement that I had lost track of Karen. Seems that my soon to be lover (Jamal) had a friend and my drunk, seemingly innocent friend Karen was being similarly seduced. Jamal took my hand and without asking led me off the dance floor. He asked if I had everything of mine, like a coat, and when I nodded, he led me out of the club to his car. I didn't have a car so I didn't have to worry about that. He opened the door and we both got in the front. That's when I noticed Karen in the back seat with Jamal's friend Jason (we ended up calling the them J&J). Anyway, I didn't know his name at this point and could only stare in amazement at the site before me. Here was my prudish housemate laying in the back seat passionately kissing this other big black man while he rutted around in her panties with his thick black fingers, rubbing her little white girl clit and finger fucking her as she humped back against his hand.
I was shaken from my trance by Jamal demanding to know where we lived. I immediately answered telling him where we lived without even think of the consequences. He started the car and drove towards our place without saying a word. He did pull me close and grab my hand and place it on his cock. I could feel this thick, black python ready to burst from his pants. I rubbed it and pulled at it hoping it would break free and hit me in the face so I could see it up close and suck it.