I want to start off by saying I am not an exhibitionist or an extrovert, nor am I a shrinking violet. It just so happens that a couple of years ago I had an encounter that changed my life. Whether it was for the better or for worse I will let the reader decide, but I hope you don't judge me.
I am a Muslim female living in the United Kingdom in a multi-cultural area of London with people originating from many countries be it first, second or third generation immigrants. I am of Guajarati descent and at the time of the encounter I was married with four kids and 38 years of age. The eldest was 18 and the youngest 9. My husband and I had a thriving property business consisting of rental houses and apartments yielding a comfortable income.
One of the apartments had 3 Africans male tenants who initially were timely with the rent but as the months passed we started facing problems. Missed rental payments, complaints from neighbours about unsociable behaviour, loud parties, pot smoking and in some cases allegations of pimping although that was never proven.
After a lengthy court process we evicted one guy. My husband got pretty stressed one day and despite my warnings went to the property to confront the other two. They argued and my husband assaulted both of them and they sued. The end result was my husband being convicted of serious assault, racist abuse and death threats. He was remanded for 1 year.
The immigration authorities deported the 2nd guy leaving the third tenant for me to deal with. I took legal advice, tried mediation and even lowering the rental payments but to no avail. So one fateful afternoon, with my husband having just served 3 months of his sentence and unbeknown to him, I decided to take matters into my own hands and visit the guy to personally resolve, and even help him to relocate to a smaller, cheaper one bed apartment we also had in the same neighbourhood.
For those of you hung up on physical attributes I am 5 ft. 8 inches weighing about 125 pounds. I keep in shape with yoga, swimming and cycling. I wear a Niqab when I am outdoors with a long dress from shoulder to ankle.
I got to the apartment at the arranged time and the tenant Joachim opened the door. He was of Togolese origin of a very dark black hue about the same height as me and a muscular physique. He was wearing a vest, shorts and sandals with a very thick gold chain on his neck. I had only seen him at court hearings leaving my husband to deal with the 3 of them face to face.
The thing I noticed was how strong he felt as he shook my hands, deep voice English spoken with a slight French and more prominent African accent. He also had a very prominent scent to him. Not unpleasant, slightly tangy like lime and a fragrant oil. His arms were muscular, rounded thick shoulders, strong thick thighs and well-proportioned calf muscles. I admit I felt slightly heady as he smiled and invited me in with a friendly flourish of his hands.
I went and sat on the large red leather settee and he sat at the other end. We exchanged small talk and he even politely asked me about my husband and apologised for the altercation and his part as a witness to the assault. I summarised the amount of his debt - the equivalent of 6 months unpaid rent and proposed the solution of the smaller apartment.
As expected he outlined how comfortable he was in the flat and the difficulty of getting regular work due to his temporary work visa. Throughout this I noticed him looking me up and down, running his eyes over the way my dress hung around my legs, hips and breast. I felt a trifle uncomfortable but in a way was glad he did so.
There was a period of I would say slightly uncomfortable silence and I watched as he moved to sit right next to me and say he knew my husband would be in jail for some time and if he could do anything to help he would. I asked what he was suggesting and he said "Well we all have needs," and moved to place his large strong black hand on my thigh. I did not respond but looked him in the eyes. He fixed my gaze and moved his hand to the inside of my thigh and then into the curve of my crotch.
I should have walked out there and then but felt myself sighing involuntarily and lean back in the chair and opening my legs slightly. He took the invitation and rubbed my inner thigh and found the buttons to the dress and undid them from crotch to knee thereby exposing my legs. He realised I was wearing stilettos, black stockings and pink suspenders and let out a short whistle. I reached forward and pulled his hand into my crotch and he found my panties and rubbed my already swollen pussy lips through the thin, pink material. I undid the rest of the buttons and let my dress fall off exposing myself to him.
The kissing was passionate and deep as he pushed me onto my back and thrust his swollen crotch into mine. I eagerly pulled off his vest to reveal a shiny ripped black body with strong chest muscles and firm well defined stomach. He stood up and I slowly pulled his shorts down and gasped.
He was huge. My husband claims to be 6 inches. Well he was easily that and not even fully erect. His was a thick black shaft with beautiful veins running the full length, curved like a cucumber with balls like small apples.
I never suck my husband off but Joachim? I wanted him in my mouth. No I craved him in my mouth. I licked his thick purple plum like head and then ran my tongue up and down his shaft coating it with saliva. He just grew and grew until I placed my forearm next to his. His black cock was huge, as long as my arm and almost as thick. I sucked him off inch by inch until I had him balls deep as he held my head and thrust into me facefucking me. His big balls slapped my chin as saliva poured out of my mouth and onto his, my chin and chest.
I was loving it and reached down to pull my panties aside and finger my soaking cunt. He pulled out and then started bitch-slapping me with his huge cock as I moaned in encouragement.
I wanted him. I needed him but I was aware of the risks so asked him to wear a condom. He duly produced one from his pocket and I rolled it on. He was so big it just about covered half his length.
Gosh he was so big I felt faint at the thought of fucking him but knew it would be incomparable, wonderful and wild. There would probably be an element of revenge fucking in it for him but I craved the aggression and passion it would bring.
He sat down on the sofa and gestured me to climb onto his proud and magnificent shaft saying "Climb on bitch climb and take a ride."
I have a hairy pussy. On a scale of 1 to 0 about 8. On my inner thighs and abundant around my labia down to my anus. He gave a whistle again and said "Shit bitch you are hairy. I love a hairy bitch."
I turned around to take him reverse cowgirl and he reached to hold my wet panties to one side. I held his cock and rubbed it on my pussy lips. An electric charge shot through my body. I wanted him deep in me, deeper than my husband could ever go and in a crazy moment decided I wanted him bareback. No protection, none! I needed to feel his foot-long black mamba in the flesh.
I rolled off the condom as he laughed and said "Oh yes baby yes let's do it for real." I spat on my hands and rubbed my pussy lips as he found me without even trying.
His thick bell end split me open and he thrust slowly, patiently and expertly into me. Inch by inch he entered his thick cock filling me side to side. He was in half way then started thrusting in and out going deeper and deeper each time until after about a minute has was in balls deep. The sensation was unbelievable. Truly magical and wonderful.
