Sometimes, I just have to go do some naughty things. My name is Ashley Slater. I'm a five-foot-eight, slender Irish Catholic gal from Denver, Colorado. I've got short blonde hair and pale green eyes. Oh, and curves where it counts, let's not forget. These days, I attend Western Michigan University. I live in the dorms and currently, I'm studying business administration. This is the story of some of my most interesting and disturbing adventures.
Born and raised in Detroit, I lived in a Roman Catholic household for most of my life. My parents were decent folks but they were also desperately square. My father Bradley is an engineer and he owns his own business. My mother Ellen was once a supermodel, an actress, an artist and a writer. These days, she's a part-time college professor and housewife. Life consisted of me going to school and also, being a nice little girl. I was suffocating! When I finally graduated from the all-girls-catholic school (and dyke central) which I was forced to attend, I was finally free.
I wanted to experience all there was to be experienced in the world of erotica. Oh, I am heterosexual and have zero interest in females but damn, I was going to have some fun. I began going to clubs to meet people. The most interesting man I met was Bruno Saint Pierre, a tall, muscular, good-looking Haitian-American stud. When I first saw him, he was drinking by himself while women and a few men checked him out. Yeah, he was that sexy. So, what's a good-looking Black stud doing all by himself? I was determined to find out.
In my new bold manner, I approached him and started conversation. I soon learned everything that I needed to know. Bruno worked as a mechanic in the city and owned his own business. He had ten men working for him. Yeah, this stud was alright. I knew we'd hit if off the moment we met. Bruno had recently broken up with his girlfriend Nadine Louis, a tall, gorgeous Haitian chick who unfortunately had a serious attitude problem. Since she was a psycho whose violent tendencies were hazardous to his health, he decided to let her go. I played this to my advantage by being equal part vixen and shoulder to cry on. Would you believe that Bruno took me home?
I've heard a lot about Black men as lovers and I am glad to say that Bruno lived up to the legend. He was one of the best lovers I've ever had. We did it in so many ways. I remember us kissing and hastily undressing in his bedroom. Then, we were both naked and I climbed on top of him. He sucked on my breasts and his agile fingers probed my pussy, getting me all wet. I lay on the bed and he ate me out. His tongue was wonderful. Exploring my gentle folds and probing my labia, teasing me ever so gently. When I came, I thought tears were going to come out of my eyes. The man's oral skills were awesome.
Bruno then showed me what he was working with. A nine-inch long Black dick that was uncircumcised and quite thick. I couldn't get enough of this bad boy. I licked it, sucked it and fucked it. He thrust into me, and I felt like his huge cock was going to tear me in half. He began to fuck me hard and quick, like a man possessed. I've never had such a man inside of me. He was so powerful, so swift and forceful. He fucked me hard, merciless. I came several times that night.
Bruno and I became regular lovers. He introduced me to a world of pleasures which I didn't know exist. There was nothing I wouldn't do for that man. I even did something which I never thought that I would do. One time, in the shower, I let him go into forbidden territory. Bruno and I were in the shower, laughing and soaping each other up. He looked so sexy with the water falling off his fine body. He whispered something into my ear. Normally, I would decline but you know what, I thought, what the hell? You only live once.
Bruno kissed the back of my neck and gently caressed my buttocks before spreading my cheeks and sliding one of his fingers up my Yin Yang. I gasped in surprise. Yeah, the intruder was in the back door. Alert! Bruno slowly slid his cock into my back door. I felt his dick stretch my anal canal. It was a tight fit, even with the soapy water as lubricant. I winced as his massive prick worked its way up my back door. I never thought that I would let a man do this to me. Yet here I was. Getting fucked in the ass by a Black man and loving it. To say that I came would be an understatement. I came spectacularly and shouted in pleasure loud enough to wake the dead.
Yes, this was my introduction to the world of fantastic erotic experiences. Bruno was full of surprises. One day, I dropped by Bruno's apartment and he introduced me to one of his buddies. A tall, good-looking Black man named David Augustine. David was a very sexy guy and, also single. He worked as an electrical engineer in the city. Apparently, Both he and Bruno attended the same college a few years back. I looked at those two as they talked. Damn, they were probably two of the best-looking men in the city and I was in the same room with both of them. Could my luck get any better?
My relationship with Bruno was satisfactory. We were lovers, but neither of us owned the other. Bruno was a free spirit. He didn't want to be tied down to anyone. I've seen him flirt with a lot of women. From gorgeous, arrogant Black babes to scathing Hispanic beauties. It was so easy for him. Women were hapless when it came to his charm. A lot of men from the Caribbean have that undeniable charm, rugged good looks and raw, masculine essence and power about them that makes women of all races go wild. Bruno played it to the max. Yeah, he was mine but I had to share.
The more time I spent with Bruno, the happier I was. There was a lot more to this stud than met the eye. He wasn't just a pretty boy with a sexy body and a dick that could make a porn star nervous. He had big dreams and ambitious. He told me how he attended Emerson College in Massachusetts and studied business for years. He graduated with a 4.9 GPA and was welcomed into one of the best MBA programs in the state. He worked for a corporation for a while but soon discovered that he didn't like working for other people. He went back to his roots in Michigan and started his own business.
Bruno would get a smile on his face whenever I brought up the subject of home. Michigan had always been home for him. This is where his father, Leonard, a stout Haitian lawyer, met his mother Michelle, an African-American police officer. Bruno went to New England because it was home to some of the best schools on the planet. I didn't like Michigan all that much. But I never missed home. Denver was the home of annoying country folk and slow, boring lifestyles. I didn't like it. I didn't miss my classmates, ninety percent of which were self-absorbed closet dykes. I didn't miss my teachers, a bunch of angry old feminists still mad at the world in this day and age. The only teacher I liked was Mr. Edward, a southern gentleman who told me to follow my dreams and ignore haters of both sexes. He was a good man. If it weren't for him, I never would have had the courage to leave Denver behind and explore life on my own. I never would have met Bruno, the man who changed my life.
I think I could fall in love with Bruno. Unfortunately, he still had home videos of him and his ex-girlfriend Nadine. I watched one of them while he wasn't home. This was shot in the woods, by the way. On a clear and sunny day, too. At first glance, Nadine was a tall, good-looking Black woman with a WNBA player's physique and the face of a Supermodel. I hated her. When I saw the passion that she and Bruno shared onscreen, I was jealous. I watched them having sex. He was on top of her, naked and splendid, covered with sweat. She was naked and undulating underneath him, her arms wrapped around him. He was thrusting his cock into her. Her pussy gripped his pole as her legs locked around him. Their cries of passion were loud and piercing.
I feasted my eyes on Bruno's splendid body. Yes, this tall, good-looking Haitian-American stud was physically perfect. And so was his ex-girlfriend. Both of them looked like an Ebony god and goddess making love in the sweet harmony of nature, found only in the wilderness. Yes, both of them were beautiful. I was an average girl. I was cute. I wasn't a super sexy Black goddess. Bruno's last girlfriend was physically perfect. No wonder he couldn't forget her. I made myself watch the video in its entirety. Bruno and Nadine's sexual acrobatics were mind-boggling. I didn't think a woman could be that loud and I didn't know a man could have that much stamina. Wow!
From what Bruno told me of Nadine, she was a passionate woman. Nadine worked as a corrections officer somewhere in the state. This sexy gal had a Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice and hoped to become the Director of the Department of Corrections someday. Working with prisoners is a dangerous, often violent job. Nadine sometimes turned violent. Bruno had to restrain her from seriously hurting him. That's what ended their relationship. That, and he was forced to take out a restraining order against her. Why do so many men choose to be with female psychos? Can't they spot the warning signs? I don't think any man or woman should stay in a relationship with someone who abuses them physically or mentally. Such people were to be dumped and avoided, pronto! Judging by the number of photographs around the house, Bruno still had feelings for Nadine. That didn't stop him from fucking me till kingdom come. It also didn't stop him from bedding many other women, including a sexy Latina named Miranda Sanchez and a Black chick named Deirdre Jones. How do I know this? I've seen pictures they sent him on his computer. Bruno and I never agreed to be exclusive. I didn't want to be tied to just one man. He didn't want to be tied down to anyone, period. I still felt a pang of jealousy whenever Bruno would get up from my bed, to hop to someone else's.
Bruno started it all for me, when it comes to serious sexual experimentation. He was the first. He was the best. But damn it, he wasn't the only one. Nobody was to be my only one. There were plenty of good-looking men in the city. Plenty of fun to be had in the clubs with the sexy studs. From gorgeous, macho Russian men to sexy, smooth-talking Latino studs and Finally the raw, undeniable passion and scathingly hot lovemaking of Black men. So many sexy men, so little time!
