This is a new story for my Blacked Out: series that follows white men / women being fucked by black men / women.
They are quick stories with not too much back story and just straight to the good stuff.
There are offensive words such as the "n" word so if that is a trigger for you, I would recommend not reading.
Thanks to
Dougslair
for editing!
Tracey
It was done, my husband and my divorce had finalised and I was no longer married. After 10 years of marriage, we had decided to call it quits. There were no bad feelings, we just no longer loved each other. After so long it became more of a friendship, I couldn't tell you the last time we actually had sex!
So now, I was single again for the first time in a long time and I was ready to let my hair down!
My friend Shannon was taking me out this weekend and I was going to see how I handled myself now being single.
Friday night
"Wow you look hot!" Shannon said to me when I walked into her living room.
I had put on a short black dress that hugged my body nicely, although I was married for so long, I tried to keep my body in shape, going the gym at least 4 times a week.
"Thank you!" I told her, brushing my brown hair out of my face.
Shannon stood up and walked over to me, touching the dress she said.
"You look amazing! You're definitely getting some dick tonight!"
Laughing I replied. "I don't know about that, I just want to see if I can still chat to men."
"Well, you need to do one more thing before we go." She said.
"And what's that?" I asked confused.
Handing me her glass of wine, I watched as she knelt to the floor and said, "This!"
In an instant her hands were up my skirt and without reacting I felt her pull my thong down as she forced me to step out of it!
"Shannon what are you doing?!" I asked, I knew that she is the wildest of my friends, but this was a bit much for me.
"Tonight, you are not wearing any underwear. It'll be easier for when you're getting fucked later!" She said taking my thong as she went and sat back on the sofa.
"I told you, I won't be having sex tonight." I said defiantly.
"Please, you have been married to John for 10 years. Don't get me wrong, I love him. But now is your time to be a slut! Get as much cock as you can!" She said.
I have never been a slut, even before John I was only in one long relationship. Having only had sex with those two. Maybe this is my time to explore and enjoy myself.
"We will see." I said laughing, handing her drink back and taking a sip from mine. "Where are we going tonight?" I asked.
"We are going to The Green Box." She told me.
I had never heard of this bar before. "What's it like?" I asked.
"It's great, lots of men." She said smiling at me.
She was relentless, but hey, maybe I will meet a nice man and have the first sex I've had in a long time!
An hour later, we were stepping out of our taxi and lining up to enter The Green Box. The crowd looked a little strange, the queue was entirely women. Most a lot younger than me which made me feel even older.
"I don't know about this Shannon, I feel like their mum!" I said.
"Don't worry about it, once we're in you will love it!" She told me.
Where are all the men? I thought to myself.
Paying to get in, we walked through two big, heavy doors, and as soon as we were in, I found where all the men were. Music was blaring and the room was not lit too well. Looking around, that was when I realised, there were a lot of men here, and every single one was black! Not that I have a problem with that, I just didn't expect to be coming to a strictly black club!
"Shannon, what is this place?" I shouted in her ear.
"It's a club, let's get a drink." She said not filling me with confidence.
After half an hour waiting at the bar, we had a bottle of wine and were sitting at a booth. The music was a little quieter here so we could actually talk.
"Erm Shannon, is it me or are all the men here.... Black?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's mainly a club for black men." She said.
"How did you find this place?" I asked her.
"I met a guy called Tyrone a few weeks ago, he brought me here and let's just say it was... interesting." She said with a smile that just confused me further.
I had never heard of this Tyrone, and why her time here interesting.
My thoughts were quickly broken by three men joining our table, one of them said; "Hi ladies, we are going to join you."
I thought this was strange, they didn't ask to sit here. Not very polite at all. But before I had chance to argue Shannon said. "No problem, please take a seat sir."
Sir? Why did she call him that?
Suddenly I had two big, black men sitting on my left and another sitting on the right of Shannon.
"Is this your first time here?" The one next to me asked.
"Yes, it is." I told him.
"I thought so." He said smiling at me. Before I had a chance to ask why, Shannon interrupted.
"This is Tracy, she just got divorced and hasn't been fucked in months!"
"Shannon!!" I shouted at her, not believing what she just told this stranger!
"I'm sorry for my friend." I said, but my speaking stopped dead when I felt his big hand grabbing my thigh and saying;
"No need to apologise, we all know why you are here."
Why I was here? What is this place?
"So, how long were you married?" One of the other black men asked.
"For 10 years, we are still friends. It just didn't work out." I replied, still aware of the hand grabbing onto my bare thigh. I had to admit, having this big and very attractive black man's hand on me was sending shivers to my pussy. I have never been with a black man before.
"That's a shame." He said.
I looked and saw Shannon and the black man next to her chatting quietly, I couldn't hear what they were saying.
But suddenly I felt a warm breath on my ear and the man next to me whispered; "You've never been with a black man before, have you?"
His breath on my ear made my body go wild, his grip tightened on my thigh and I almost let out a moan. Turning back, he was only an inch from my face and smiling at me.
"Erm... I..." I stuttered out.
