This story is a lot more attached to reality. What happened in this story is about my experience with BBC, as close as I can tell it without breaking the rules of literotica about writing about real events.
Off course the conversation held is not totally accurate since it's impossible to get it completely right, but I have tried to not exaggerate too much from what I remember.
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This story mostly takes place when I was 18 and 19. At 18 I still lived at home and was in the second year of three in upper secondary school. As for my sexual experience (since sex is probably why someone reads these stories) I had very little experience until I met the man in this story.
My virginity was lost with a white guy that was the same age as me. It was nothing special and turned out to be nothing but a ONS. Although somewhat better than my masturbation it didn't make me really start to look after more sexual encounters.
A little time later I had my first sexual encounter with a black man. It was a Midsummer Eve party, and in Sweden that is an important night. A little drunk I met a guy who had been adopted to Sweden when he was young and I followed him home. This time it was much better than the first time, but although some text was sent it became nothing more than a onetime thing.
It however had an effect on my mind as it turned my attention to black men more. It also meant that my porn habits started to change. Ever since I discovered porn I had been a big user of porn as I play with myself. If possible I like to tease myself and not orgasm for as long as I can or until I run out of time meaning that when I had the chance I edged for a couple of hours.
Now I started to watch more and more of interracial pornography and I wanted to try it again. I was (and still am) quite shy however, so it was mostly fantasy and no real action at this time. At another party I however got the chance to go home with a new black man, this guy was in his mid twenties and had a big cock (20+ centimeters approximately). He was also a lot more assertive and also dominant which was new for me in real life.
Although not as humiliating and dominant as the porn I looked at from time to time, it was still very different compared to previous two encounters which had been more sweet than hard core. This I think had two big effects on me, firstly that I wanted to try BBC more and secondly that I wanted to explore my submissive side more.
As I however said previously I am quite shy, and even though I have been told that I am cute and I know I have a body with good measurements (165 cm, 60 kilograms and C cups) I usually don't know how to flirt with guys, or see when they flirt with me.
Therefore it continued to be a fantasy rather than any real meetings. I started to look on more domination porn, and also got into reading stories about it (mostly here on literotica). It was not all interracial, but I liked that the most.
When I thought more and more about meeting someone for real, and as I realised I could use dating apps, I started to look there as it was easier for me to search for contacts online then in real life where my shyness got in the way. It also meant I could be more specific in what I wanted as I could look for the four things I really wanted. This was that he should be black, older than me, a little dominant and preferably have a bigger cock than the average guy. It was not easy, a lot of guys didn't read what I was looking for (white 18 year old guys instead of older black men), didn't interest me for different reasons or ghosted me after a couple of messages.
Finally, after a couple of weeks of searching I had found a man called Dembe which seemed to be a good match. He was almost three times my age, dominant and had a big cock of 23 centimeters. He was overweight but that almost made it hotter for me as it would be a bigger discrepancy between my slimed body and his big stomached body. We agreed to meet at a café and see what happened.
When I arrived at the café I was very nervous. He had told me to wear a dress and the sexiest underwear I had. On a whim I had bought some stay ups and was now wearing them for the first time as a surprise. Dembe arrived a couple of minutes later and after we had ordered some coffee we sat down to talk.
After about 15 minutes of chatting I could feel his hand on my thigh. I was a little shocked by his assertiveness but it also felt kind of nice. As we continued to talk his hand slowly moved up my leg until it touched the edge of stay ups. I remember how he smiled at me as he could feel it. I was getting quite aroused by now as he publicly touched me. Since I could see he was probably no creep I told him we should probably continue this in a more private place.
"I guess my place?" Dembe asked.
I nodded and we left and walked to Dembe's car. While driving he told me to put my hand on his crotch and I was amazed by the size of his cock as I explored it on the outside. It didn't take long for him to arrive, and we quickly made our way into his apartment. There we started to kiss the while he groped my ass.
"Let's get into your living room and you can do a little strip tease for me." Dembe said.
By now I was getting really horny, and I tried to undress as sexily as I could while he sat in his sofa. When I only had my black thong and stay ups left he told me to stop and present my ass for him.
"Did you tell you to wear stay ups Anna?" he asked as he fondled my ass.
