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INTERRACIAL EROTIC STORIES

Melissa Ch 01 6

Melissa Ch 01 6

by devonpaul32l7bse
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I enjoy comments on my stories, both the public ones and the private ones. Suggestions and opinions are welcome. But some comments on my past stories suggest that there should have been some warning about the theme. This is an erotic story involving interracial play and married women straying from their husband. If the idea of a black man fucking a married white woman bothers you, you should move on to another story.

As an Introduction, I'm Devon, a 33 year-old black man now living in Chicago, the city where I was born and raised. I work for a mid-sized investment bank and travel a fair amount. I'm 6' 4" and a good athlete, all city in high school basketball and all state in football. I received a scholarship to play college football on the west coast, where I was an all conference tight end freshman year, but a severe off the field injury curtailed my career. So I hit the books got a degree in economics, and then an MBA, and I now have a pretty good life.

My weakness, or at least my kink, is married women. Specifically, white married women. No use psychoanalyzing the motives, but there are aspects, which I will over time describe, that just make married white women much more of a sexual turn on than more "normal" relationships. My other kink is I'm a dominant man -- not that I enjoy inflicting pain or wearing weird attire, but I know what I enjoy and clearly communicate my desires and expectations. Typically, my playmates are older than me, but not always. Sometimes I meet them on line (which I prefer) before we meet in person, but sometimes the original meeting is in person. Most of these experiences have been during the past five years, although there are some exceptions. I'm not telling these experiences in chronological order -- just the order of what's in my head when I'm writing.

It was noon on a Thursday in April, and I was flying from Chicago to San Francisco on a combination business and pleasure trip. The next day I had a couple of meetings with clients, and then I was spending the weekend with some friends from college. I had my typical seat on the plane -- 2D -- the 2nd row because I hate bulkheads, and the aisle because even in first class, my legs need more room to stretch out. I almost always board early -- that way there's none of the jostling on the jet bridge. After most everyone had boarded, I noticed the window seat next to me was still empty. I had hopes that it would remain that way, but that's seldom the case. Then just before the doors closed, a cute blond woman walked on and stopped by my seat. My guess is she was in her late 40s, slim, average height, wearing a dark jacket and pants, with a white silk blouse. She was very good looking.

She said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but that's my seat next to you."

I replied, "It's my lucky day." I started to stand up to let her in.

"Oh, I need to put my bag up first. You need not get up yet." She started struggling to lift it.

"I got you" I took the bag from her in one motion and started to put it in the overhead bin.

"Careful it's heavy"

"Not really," as I finished putting it in the bin and closed it. She scooted over to her seat and we both sat down.

"Hello Melissa, I'm Devon. Are you going home or beginning your trip.?"

"How did you know my name?"

"If it was confidential information, you shouldn't have put it on your luggage tag."

She laughed. "I see."

"Are you avoiding the question?"

"What quest -- oh! I'm returning home. I was at a conference. And then had dinner with a former colleague last night. Why is it so hot in here?"

"A rare sunny day in Chicago. Hopefully once we start moving the cabin will cool down."

She took off her jacket. Because I was much taller than her, the top of her cleavage showing. She looked like she had large breasts, but she kept herself wrapped tight. I became more intrigued.

"What about you, Devon, do you live in the Bay Area?"

"Used to. This is a work trip, but then I'm spending the weekend with my college friends." What do you for work?"

I'm a psychologist."

"In the city?"

"No, in Mill Valley. It's just over the bridge from --"

"Melissa, I used to live in the area. I know where Mill Valley is. Although when I lived there the border patrol wouldn't let me in."

She laughed. The flight attendant came by and asked if she wanted something to drink before take off.

"Can I have a glass of white wine?"

"Of course." And the flight attendant left.

"I didn't know if I could order wine. I'm not used to flying first class."

"I'll teach you to get used to it. What type of patients do you see?"

"Mostly couples, but some individual women patients"

"Good. So you won't try to fix me."

"Do you need fixing?"

"Depends on who you ask. I think I'm perfect."

The flight attendant returned with her wine.

I asked, "So how long have you been married?"

"How do you know I'm married?"

I softly grabbed her hand and held it up "Melissa, when you're wearing a ring with a rock like that, you might as well be wearing a tattoo on your forehead saying 'MARRIED'"

"You notice everything."

"I try to be observant."

"That's a good quality."

"So, your answer?"

"We've been married for 15 years. He's my second -- I had a son with my first hub."

"Well he's a very lucky man"

She laughed "That's what I tell him."

"Does he believe you?"

"I'm not sure."

"Give me his number -- I'll text him."

We continued with small talk through the taxiing and take off. Then after takeoff, she ordered another glass of wine. She was a little looser and friendlier.

She said "So tell me about you."

I started to talk about work. She cut me off. "No, more personal things. Dating? Serious relationship?"

"You don't want to know the details -- it might scare you."

"I'm a professional -- you won't shock me."

"A man shouldn't tell his secrets."

"I'm safe -- I'm just curious about your type. I don't see single men in my practice -- call it professional research."

"How are you safe?"

"I'm sure I'm not your type."

"Actually you're exactly my type."

"You date interracially?

"Exclusively"

"Interesting. But certainly you date women your age."

"No. More frequently I date women your age -- or older."

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"Ha! You don't know how old I am".

"I'd guess your 40, but I've dated women in their 50s."

"Wow. And why is that?"

"Are you analyzing me?"

"Just curious."

I'm not looking for a commitment. Women older than me understand that.

Another glass of wine for her.

You're a man of surprises. Doesn't the attractiveness of a young woman appeal to you."

"Hush. You can pretend to be modest, but deep down you know how hot you are."

She turned red. For the first time since we started talking she seemed unsure of herself. I had knocked her off of her game.

"I didn't think you'd embarrass so easily."

"I didn't think so either."

"What about you -- any interest in younger men?

"Not really."

"You must get hit on a lot."

"I guess, but to me they seem like boys. I occasionally think it might be fun to play along and see if they get scared off."

"Perhaps -- a boy might get scared. I can tell you I'm a man and I wouldn't be scared at all."

"I can tell you're a man."

I'm glad you noticed. Now it's you who's being observant."

For a while the conversation became more casual -- we had another three hours to go and I needed to pace myself. We talked about family, careers, and joked around a lot Occasionally when I made her laugh she would say stop, and put her hand on my arm as a playful gesture. Finally one time when she did that, I said "You're being dangerous.

"How's that."

"I'm enjoying your touch."

"Oh really?

"Yes, you should touch more often." She touched me again, defiantly, as if reacting to a dare. "See, that feels nice."

"I must say, that is a strong arm."

"The better to control you my dear."

"Oh really? She looked away, but left her hand against my arm. That was when I knew I was going to have this woman.

I texted my car service to confirm my ride. She asked "Are you texting one of your girlfriends?"

"Just work stuff."

"All work and no play."

"I work hard -- but I play harder," and gently stroked her hand for a while. We talked in much softer tones, laughing, but doing more sharing

Finally when we were about an hour away from landing, I asked "Is your husband picking you up from the airport?"

"No, he's at work. But I have to say, the Uber rates to get from the airport to Mill Valley are ridiculous. I have a friend. When she takes a car from the airport, she takes one to downtown, and then takes one from downtown to home. It saves her $40."

I had already thought about that. "Maybe I can help you out."

"Are you going to follow me home."

"No, but you could share my car service to downtown, and then catch an Uber home."

Wow, that's very nice of you. So you get a car service?"

Yeah, Ubers take as long as 30 minutes to show up -- the car service will be waiting as I come down the escalator."

"I see those guys holding the cards with people's names -- I just never met someone whose name was on the card."

"It's good to try out new experiences"

"That's very kind of you."

"Well I didn't say it was completely out of kindness."

"Are you going to charge me for the ride."

"No but you need to grant me two small requests."

"What are they."

"First, I know you're attractive, but you seem hemmed in by your outfit."

"Hemmed?"

"Yeah, hemmed. It doesn't fit with your personality"

"Oh, you want me to get naked on the plane?"

"No, but I'd like you to unbutton a button or two so you seem more relaxed."

"That's an odd request."

"Maybe, but think of the time and money it will save you."

"All you would see is a tube top underneath -- I'd still seemed hemmed."

"You can take your tube top off."

"Then you would see a very boring white bra."

"That should be removed too. Unless you're too afraid."

"Maybe I am."

"We're on an airplane. What can happen? Are you that scared of me? I thought you were the daring type."

She thought for a while, and then gave me that same defiant look. She said she needed to use the restroom. I rose up and let her pass. While she was changing I texted my car service again. I upgraded from a town car to a stretch limo -- impressions matter. A few minutes when she returned she was wearing her jacket -- but I could tell her top was buttoned lower. I rose up and let her sit. When she sat she took off her jacket, and I could see much of her cleavage. She was just a little sagging, but what was a bigger turn on was her nipples were protruding against her silk blouse A very sexy sight.

"Well thank you -- you look amazing."

"You are pushing me out of my confort zone."

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"I feel most alive when I'm out of my comfort zone."

"I doubt that you're ever out of your confort zone."

"That leads me to my second request."

"Request?"

"Yes I said I had two requests. You delightfully granted my first one."

"What is it is?"

"I want you to diagnose me."

"Diagnose?

"You're a licensed therapist. What neuroses and psychoses do I have?"

"I can't do that -- I don't know you well enough."

"We've been talking for almost four hours."

"But were not in a clinical situation."

"Surely you have some opinions. I promise I won't take offense."

"OK. I don't see any deep set problems. You have strong points of view, and seem confident -- maybe too confident."

"You mean over confident."

"I guess -- but again, I haven't really been focused on a clinical opinion."

"What defines over confidence versus a healthy sense of confidence."

"That's a good question."

"I mean, I do often know things about people before they know it themselves." At that point I started stoking her arm. She gently slid a finger against my bicep.

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely."

"What do you know about me?"

"Are you sure you want to hear?"

"Yes, I'm fascinated."

"I don't hold back."

"I'm sure you don't."

"You asked for it. I know ... that 20 minutes after we're off this plane you're going to be sucking my dick."

"Oh really?"

"Absolutely."

At that point she didn't say anything, but continued to look me in the eye and continued to softly stroke my bicep. We just looked at each other. I could see she was conflicted -- somewhat embarrassed but also defiant, as her pride made her feel that she had to answer a dare. I also knew she was turned on.

When we arrived at the gate, I got her bag for her. We walked thought the concourse and down the escalator. She saw the driver holding a sign saying Ms. Melissa. She laughed and leaned into me. I held her for a while. The three of us walked to the car. When she saw the white stretch, she said wow, The driver held the door for her on the right side. I went around to the left. The driver started the car and put up the privacy screen, as I had requested. As he started driving, I put my arm around her and kissed her.

We kissed deeply. Her mouth opened and our tongues intertwined. She melted into me during our kisses. Even though there was some traffic I knew we would get to my hotel in about 30 minutes, so I didn't have a lot of time to waste. My left hand went to her right breast, her blouse being unbuttoned enough to give me easy access. I tried different tensions on her nipple until she moaned deeply into my mouth. I unbuttoned one additional button so I could see her breasts more and massage them more easily. Her legs started to wrap around my right leg, rubbing her pussy against me. I kissed her more deeply and guided her right hand over my dick, and pushed it up and down so she could feel it under my pants. She took over and started stroking, and moaned again in my mouth, getting turned on my feeling my hardness. She started fumbling around with my belt but wasn't getting very far.

"Do you want some help?"

She said very sexily, "Please." I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and unzipped my zipper, and then guided her hand back to my now exposed dick as we continued to kiss. She started stroking it -- the tiny bit of precum allowed her hand to glide.

"Oh my god, it is so big."

"All for your enjoyment." She broke off the kiss so she could watch herself stroke it -- her eyes looking at it longingly, I let her stroke like that for a couple of minutes telling her what a good job she was doing. I then took my right hand and grabbed the back of her head and guided her mouth to my dick,

There was no hesitation, but again she said "It's is so big."

"Are you up for the challenge?" She nodded yes. I felt her lips slide over the head and she started taking me deeper in her mouth, but sitting on the seat made it uncomfortable for both of us. After a few minutes I put my hands on both her shoulders and pushed her down to the floor, so her head and shoulders were in between my legs. She now had a full close up view of my dick, and could look me in the eyes as she admired my dick in the foreground. I grabbed the back of her head and guided her mouth back over my dick.

As she started to close her yes, I grabbed her hair, and said "You should look me in the eyes while you suck a black man's dick."

She did as she was told. So this was my view. This woman who was a well behaved, professional and proper wife four hours ago was now on her knees on the floor of the car, her breasts sloppily hanging out of her blouse, looking me in the eye with my big black dick in her mouth. It was such a turn on, so I had to push her head farther down, going farther into her mouth. She had to know the driver was listening -- maybe even watching if he had a small camera in the compartment. She didn't care.

It was such a turn on, so I had to push her head farther down, going deeper in her mouth. She gagged a little so I released her. She took my dick out of her mouth and gasped for air.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. You're doing amazing and you'll learn to take me deeper. I want you to blow me some more." She did, looking me in the eye and taking me deeper than before. I could see we were getting close to the hotel, so I pulled her off of me and on to the seat and pulled my pants back up. We pulled into the entrance and the driver held the door open for her. I asked the bellman to check our bags for now. As I was checking in I realized what a mess Melissa looked like. Her hair was frazzled, her make up smeared, and her blouse was almost completely undone.

I whispered "You look amazing."

She whispered back "I must look like a tramp."

"You look like a whore. Which is exactly what you are. This black man's married personal whore." She leaned into me. She liked that thought.

The desk clerk noticed her, and did other guests in the lobby. We took the elevator up, and I guided her hand to stroke my dick on the way up as she looked me in the eye.

We got to the room, and she started to remove what was remaining of her top.

I said "Not yet," and she stopped. We kissed deeply standing up.

"Slowly remove my shirt." She did as she was told, and as she took my shirt off she kissed and licked my chest until her mouth got to my belt.

"Kneel down and remove my shoes and socks." She did as instructed.

"Did you like sucking my dick in the car."

"Yes."

"Good, because there is to be a lot more dick sucking now. Remove my pants." She did, slowly, and then removed my boxers. She was now kneeling in front of me with my fully erect dick in front of her.

"Now it's time for you to learn to take me deeper." Her head moved to my dick. She was earnestly taking me deep, but I still wanted more -- I knew she did as well. I grabbed the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth a little. She moaned for a while, and then she gagged so I let up. After a few breaths she returned to be dick, taking me deep.

"You want me to fuck your mouth, don't you?"

She moaned "Uh huh"

So I fucked her face more forcefully, and she took it like a champ. Her saliva was dripping down her chin and onto the top of her breasts, making her blouse wet. I put her hands on my ass, and had her guide me deeper in her mouth. I fucked her mouth for a few minutes. It was great to hear and feel her moan with my dick deep in her mouth.

Then I pulled her off of me and stood her up. We kissed deeply for a few minutes; her kisses we even more passionate than before. I took her left hand and brought it down to my dick -- she grasped it and started stroking me. I looked over at the mirror behind the desk -- I could see her stroking me. I stopped kissing her.

"Look in the mirror -- it's such a beautiful site. Your pale hand stroking my big dark dick." She looked and moaned, I could tell she needed more. I moved her over to right in from of the desk, and undid her pants and panties. I then stroked her very wet pussy -- she moaned quite a bit. I then held my fingers to her mouth and we both watched in the mirror her lick her juices off of my fingers. I then positioned her so her hands were on the desk as she bent over, my hands on her hips, and we looked each other in the eye in the mirror as I started to slowly push my dick into her pussy. She was very tight, but her pussy immediately slid open without resistance, perfectly absorbing my dick. She started moaning and almost immediately her body was trembling. She was experiencing her first of many deep orgasms. She never asked me to slow down -- and her reactions made me want to take her deeper and harder. The deeper I went, the more her body shook. She was hyperventilating

I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and said "You're so sexy. I'm going to fuck you like the whore we both know you are." That made her body quake more, and she was screaming in pleasure. I fucked her hard like that for several minutes, until I could sense she needed a break. I pulled out of her and held her as she almost collapsed.

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