The hot cum that trickled down Leah's thighs caused a ticklish sensation as she tried to scoop the black man's juices with her fingers. For a moment, she considered smearing it in her panties or her dress, but finally licked her fingers clean in one swift motion.
She never had a taste for semen, but the juices of her one-night stand tasted better than expected -- and the latter was true of much of her experience for the night. Her pussy still had copious amounts of jizz inside, at least judging from her feelings of fullness and the many spasms she counted when a few minutes ago, this Nigerian man emptied his load into her quivering vagina.
But let's backtrack a bit. Leah Rubin was not always a fan of quick hookups with random African men, nor the commander in a female-led relationship where she would entertain her husband by emptying the remnants from her latest fling into his mouth while he rubbed one out onto the kitchen floor. Leah met her husband, blonde and handsome Daniel when she was 18; he was 6 years her senior. They immediately fell for each other, not in the least because of their shared enthusiasm for dirty sex.
And how could Daniel say no to a beautiful woman like her? Leah was a petite, busty woman with inviting white curves and buttocks that made a man want to bury his face in between her cheeks. She never had the body of a lingerie model, but as the saying goes -- only dogs play with bones. Leah kept her attractive form via regular workouts and a good diet. She was 5'3" tall, weighed 158 lbs and had the cup size of 38F -- whenever she went jogging, she had to wear two sports bras or else her massive, pale breasts, each one the size of her face, would mercilessly jump up and down, distracting all the men in the local park.
She had shoulder-length, curvy brown hair and big, brown eyes. She had a couple of tattoos: on the left side of her torso a star, which was later joined by a smaller one -- a black spade symbol on her right butt-cheek. But that was only after she discovered interracial porn movies with her husband, was nagged by Daniel into having her first such experience and went down the rabbit hole of black-only dating that led her to where she was five years later today.
Back to the beginning of the story: Leah quickly got dressed while trying to avoid stepping into the small droplets of saliva and semen that spotted the floor. Her sex partner was still lying on the bed, enjoying his post-orgasm bliss. Their coupling was intense and passionate -- much more intense than her now not-so-regular sex sessions with Daniel, but that was usually the case when she coupled with black men.
There was something about the colors, the rawness, the taboo aspect of it, the risk of interracial pregnancy and even the different smell of black sweat that made these couplings a whole new experience. But of course, the chief reason for her finally giving in and trying interracial infidelity was the size of black cocks.
Leah was always something of a size queen. She and Daniel experimented with safe swinging and threesomes early in their relationship. Most couples do this to mend issues in their relationship or to reclaim the spark in their sexual lives. This was not the case with them: they had no issues with their relationship, they simply enjoyed kinky sex and trying new people.
But these hookups kept Leah unsatisfied. It was one thing that Daniel had a completely average, if not slightly below average size -- which he made up for by being an excellent oral pleaser -- but it seemed that none of her white lovers could produce the desired results.
Eventually, Daniel's suggestions that she try a black man started to make sense. Living in Amsterdam in the Netherlands, she could always see a lot of black men, but coming from a deeply religious and conservative family, she was always told to keep away from them. Like most Dutch, she tried to interact as little as possible with foreigners. Whenever she saw a gang of African men approaching on the street, she always crossed to the other side, watching with a mixture of fear and interest their ebony complexion, their thick lips, and their grey sweatpants, in which she sometimes seemed to see huge bulges.
After she slept with her first few black men, there was no going back for her. Sex with them was steamy, hard, and of course, raw -- none of these black men could be talked into wearing a condom and Leah soon developed a powerful craving for the feeling for massive black members unloading into her hungry white vagina. So far, she had miraculously avoided getting pregnant, but the constant risk of social humiliation added an even deeper level of thrill to her already exciting sex life.
After all, if someone saw them out with their white and black babies, there would be no way to deny what had happened. Leah and Daniel have discussed the prospect of raising a mixed child, and to her great relief, her husband seemed more or less fine with the possible scenario, although he would have preferred to have their own babies.
This particular night, Leah was out with her friend Janneke in the party district of Amsterdam. They hit a few clubs around Leidseplein and ended up in a popular nightclub with a mixed crowd of Dutches and foreigners.
Daniel has granted her permission to have fun any way she sees fit, but suggested she use a condom, especially when sleeping with black men. Daniel explained that while the breeding kink was exciting, she should avoid getting pregnant because of the loss of deniability and because they were trying to have their own baby. On top of that, Leah was ovulating. Daniel would have preferred that she stay home, but Janneke had recently broken up with her boyfriend and was therefore in much need of a night of craziness.
That night, Leah got into a pair of tight blue jeans, a deeply unbuttoned white blouse and chose her white sneakers with them. After getting a glass of wine or two, Leah and Janneke went to the dance floor and danced with each other for a while.
The music was loud, the wine got into Leah's head surprisingly quickly, and they knew how to dance with each other in a sensual way that got the boys' attention. Leah could feel the greedy stares of the men in the room, locked onto her brunette curls and firm ass. Then Janneke disappeared to bring shots, and as her friend stepped aside, Leah's gaze met that of a tall, handsome black guy, dancing with a group of friends. He grinned at her; she coyly looked away but saw from the corner of her eyes that he was slowly dancing over to her.
The music was unbearably loud in the room, and the black guy seemed like the type who wouldn't care if a woman was married -- in any case, Leah's wedding ring was perfectly visible on her finger. Her blonde friend disappeared with some men, and she was left together with the black guy.
He seemed a bit older than her, had perfectly toned muscles, giant lips, and piercing black eyes. He was at least 6,5 feet tall, and Leah felt like she was trying to stare at a skyscraper when she looked at him. For some reason, she was strongly attracted to very tall men. Daniel was a bit taller than her, but she didn't have this feeling with her husband. Standing next to a man like her newfound dance partner made her feel tiny, vulnerable, and at the man's mercy -- all pleasant omens to a merciless fuck-fest that would leave her utterly spent and satisfied.
But "dance partner" was a term that did not correctly describe the events that transpired on the dance floor. The black guy was decisive, determined, almost aggressive. He pushed himself close to Leah from behind, rubbed his long fingers all over her waist, legs, and buttocks, then moved in closer and slowly journeyed upwards with his hands. His black fingers soon caressed her exposed neck and her giant breasts.
Leah gave in to the groping, and pushed her ass backwards to the guy's groin, only to note with satisfaction the hard and sizeable bulge in his jeans. The guy moved in even closer, firmly placed two fingers to Leah's jaw, and lifted her face to his. She could feel his strong, manly perfume as their mouths locked, her own flesh meeting the huge, bulging lips of the black guy. He used a lot of tongue -- perhaps a bit much for Leah's taste --, but she quickly forgot her reservations as she felt one of his hands slide past her belt and into her pants.
Leah tried to move just a bit from him -- not to break their embrace, but to change positions and face him from the front. She could feel his fingers toying with the side of her panties, trying to find their way into her heated pussy. She was not going to let him reach into her, she thought. Janneke was privy to her exciting private life, but she didn't want friends or acquaintances to witness her being fingered on a dance floor.
But the guy wouldn't let go. He was pressed strongly against her, his considerable stiffness locked between her ass cheeks, one hand gently, but rigidly on her neck, and the other one boldly advancing past the ever moister fabric and into her silky cavity.
Before Leah could open her eyes or voice a single sound of disapproval, the man succeeded. Her body was more welcoming than her mind, and her thick carnal juices had eased the entry of the lengthy black fingers. The feeling of penetration quickly erased all thoughts of objection from her brain, and she moaned into the guy's mouth as her body gave in to the vulgar display of passionate foreplay.
Surely they must have drawn many disparaging stares from the dance crowd; her mind recorded almost subconsciously that the crowd had moved aside around them. But she couldn't care anymore. Soon, a second finger joined the first, and her panties slowly became soaked as a result of the vigorous fingering. She stuck her buttocks onto his unyielding bulge, and their movements, which only a few moments ago had at least resembled the tune of the music, became rhythmic grinding, focused on her efforts to jerk off his dick through his jeans as she impaled herself even deeper on his fingers.
Despite her earlier concerns, Leah let go completely, and could feel her orgasm approaching on the dance floor, in plain sight of every guest. She locked her mouth strongly on his and hoped that the strong music would hide her orgasmic whimpers. As he grabbed one of his gigantic breasts strongly, she tripped over the edge, and her love juices poured forward, escaping between his black fingers, and soaking her jeans. Her thighs were shaking as she reveled in the feeling of the masterful fingering and the shame of the public achievement of bliss. It took what felt like long minutes for her to descend from the clouds of her orgasm and open her eyes.
Judging from his hungry stare, the black guy was in heat, but so was she; some people were staring at them, but she didn't care. Her orgasm did not take away from her horniness at all; she felt that tingling again in her vulva that only a big black cock could ease. Images of their bodies together in various positions raced through her mind.
She touched his face with her hands and mouthed "let's get out of here."
He pulled her towards the bathroom: clearly, she must have given the wrong impression if the guy thought that he could fuck her in a dirty toilet booth. Leah loved black cock, but she wasn't ready to do just anything.
She resisted and mouthed again: "not here."
