I thought it was about time I start sharing my hot experiences. A little about myself before getting started. My name is Victoria Petersen, am 45 years old and have been divorced for the last 11. I work as a saleswoman for an insurance firm dealing strictly with the corporate world. It does require the occasional air travel but most of the time is spent seeing current and prospective customers in my area. I stand at 5'5" with an odd 30-22-38 figure. I consider my gorgeous legs my best feature and love to show them off all the time. I wear the finest stockings and high heels every day, whether it be work, play or just lounging around, along with my lust for impeccable clothing, always dresses or skirts. Thanks to my wonderful hairdresser, she keeps my long, wavy, snowflake white locks just the way I like it, mid-back in length and the shiniest and whitest it can be. My face isn't the prettiest but I try my best with lots of makeup. Lastly, is my obsession with well hung black men. Eleven years ago I was introduced to my first big black cock and I haven't looked back since, divorcing my husband of four years five months later. So that is briefly who I am and hope you enjoy the following true experience.
My first date with Edward went absolutely wonderful. For some reason we both knew it would. But what would you expect after our initial encounter at the restaurant where we first met. It was Wednesday lunchtime and I was between sales calls. When I entered the restaurant bar I did my usual glance before taking a seat. I noticed him in a flash and grabbed the seat next to him. I had on my mid-thigh, pin-stripped, navy blue business suit, beige backseam stockings (french heel) and 5" high-heeled black-patent pumps, and my snowflake-white hair up in a pompadour. In less than a minute we were striking up conversation, which lasted through our meal. The next thing you know I'm sitting on a toilet seat in a stall in the men's bathroom receiving cumshot after cumshot on my face and in my mouth. That put the icing on the cake, or should I say my face, for our date Friday evening. There was no way I was going to turn down this request from this young, black, 24 year old gorgeous stud. And not just black, I mean blacker-than-coal black.
After work Friday I headed home to get ready for his 7 pm arrival. And I must say he was punctual, as my doorbell rang a couple of minutes early. I answered the door in my bathrobe and slippers to find one handsome man. He was clad in black slacks and a tan dress shirt holding a bouquet of flowers. I immediately let him in and offered him a drink and asked him to wait in my living room while I put the flowers in water and finished getting ready. I had already finished applying my layers of makeup and had my nude ultrashine stockings in place with one of my white 12-strap garter belts. Just had four things left to do. Slip on my tight-fitting longsleeve, mid-thigh in length, royal blue sequin dress; step into my 7" high, extreme arch white-patent pumps; brush out my long, flowing, wavy white hair (which is mid-back in length) to make it look it's fullest; and to apply a generous amount of red, shiny lip gloss to my full lips.
I entered the living room to find him sitting on the sofa, to which he immediately stood up. We stared at each other in awe for a moment. I finally uttered, "So darling, where are you taking me this evening?"
"I know of this nice Italian restaurant that you might like. I haven't been there in years, but I remember the food was excellent. God, you have gorgeous legs....And those shoes, can the heels get any higher?" he said jokingly.
I thanked him for the compliment and then answered his question about my heels, "Why yes, but that will have to wait until another time."
" You are one sexy woman Victoria!" I thanked him again and offered him another cocktail, as I wanted one myself before we left. We sat on the sofa discussing many things. I found out he is a pharmacology junior at the university and his family came to this country from Somalia in the early fifties. He informed me it was known as British Somaliland at that time. Then I detected a hint of nervousness when he mentioned he was married. My blood started to boil, as married men really turn me on even more.
We stood up and I said, "Dinner is going to have to wait darling. There is something I want you to show me." I grabbed him by the hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom, stopping in front of my full length mirror that hangs behind my door. I knelt down, looking at him eye to zipper, and said, "I can't wait any longer, give me what I crave." I unbuckled his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. I knew he was rock hard already. I stripped his boxers down, letting his 11+ inch manhood slap me in the face. I immediately grabbed him by the base and put his large purplish-black knob between my full, shiney, succulent lips and into my mouth. I came immediately. Then I kissed and licked every throbbing inch, taking in the sight of myself in the mirror. "Oh god baby...(kiss, kiss)...you've got the...(kiss, kiss)...blackest...(kiss, kiss)...cock...(kiss, kiss)...I've ever...(kiss, kiss)...experienced...(kiss, kiss)."
Most of my other lovers are extremely black, but this young stud just tipped the scale.
I then re-inserted him into my overly wet mouth again, which made me cum again. Now that he was good and wet, I proceeded with what I do best....deepthroat! I grabbed him by his asscheeks and pulled him toward me, swallowing him inch by inch into my horny throat, not stopping until I couldn't go any farther, his impressive hair-free balls hitting my chin. Slowly at first...from tip to base...then back to the tip again....then down to his sweaty balls again. Oooooo, I could suck and deepthroat big, black cock all day long.
