When John fell asleep on top of me with his cock still embedded deep in my pussy, I was in heaven and soon drifted off myself. I was asleep for a couple of hours.
I was awakened by John's cock, it was growing in my pussy. He had not rolled off me during his sleep. The harder he became the more excited I became.
I started flexing my hips gently, so as not to wake John. I flexed my hips gently but to no avail John woke up, "Sorry, I just......."
John kissed me, our tongues were soon wrestling with each other, a tidal wave of emotions came over me at that moment. John kept kissing me throughout this fantastic fuck session.
My orgasms just kept coming and with the dominant fuck I was getting I just could not help myself. I was thrusting my hips up to meet John's, his cock felt extra special at that moment.
John's cock exploded deep in my pussy. With the kiss, his seed being injected at my womb seemed extra special. I knew I was now pregnant, by a Black stranger.
We fell back to sleep after that amazing fuck. When I awoke the next morning John was gone. I put on my robe and went to take a shower. I ran the water and brushed my teeth.
John's cum started running down my thigh and I lost it, I started crying, What am I doing? How did I let this happen? You don't even know his real name? You are a true Slut for Black Cock. Confidence, Dominance, and your on your back. You should be on birth control. Whoring yourself for the father of your children. You should be ashamed of yourself
I could not defend my actions, even to myself. I just had to live with what I have done. I climbed into the shower and cleaned up. I calmed down after a long hot shower, but my emotions were still there.
I looked out the window to see John sitting by the pool. After the emotional onslaught, I was getting excited again. I found the lingerie that I had bought for my husband's viewing pleasure, I put it on.
Damn! I thought, you are hot. Something just didn't look right. I took the panties and bra off, that's better after all you are just a whore. I put my robe on and joined John by the pool.
I walked over to the table and sat down, "Morning, sleepy head."
John got up and poured me a coffee, from the carafe, "Don't you have help for that?"
"I gave them the day off."
"Oh, I see," John handed me my coffee, he sat back down to read the paper. When he finished the paper he looked up smiling.
"Whats the matter?"
"Nothing, why do you ask?"
"Your eyes are all red and puffy, have you been crying?" I started crying again
"I am confused about all this John."
"About what?"
"Everything over the past couple of years."
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"You may not like what I say."
"I can handle the truth."
"I will try to explain."
"I'm listening," He got up to pour us more coffee.
"Well, I was totally in love with my ex-husband, I removed the ring, and had never even thought about cheating. Then I met Jerome. I grew up in a small town, At 29 I had never even talked to a black man. Well I..."
"29 and you never talked to a black man?"
"Well all I had heard were rumors about black men being vicious and cruel, anyway when I met Jerome he dispelled all those rumors. When he walked up to me at the bar, the patrons stopped whistling and hooting at me, I thought powerful. Then we left the bar and the confidence appeared, I did not realize just yet. Then he told me to strip, commanding. And when I stripped for him I was so wet, when he told me that we were going to fuck now, the domanance appeared. No white person ever showed those qualities, I was hooked. Well anyway, When he started fucking me and he came, even that told me that black men were superior. When he said he came in me I should have just left. The confidence and command he showed made me feel like it was my duty to pleasure him, I did. Even though I was fertile, without a condom. I fucked Jerome all week bareback, he knocked me up. I told my husband when he came home a week later, I wanted a divorce."
"You divorced your husband, for Jerome?"
"I divorced my husband because he did not have confidence or an authoritative demeanor."
"So, What was his reaction?"
"I lied to him, he was sad, but understood."
"So, Who was on the phone last night?"
"That was Jerome, strictly for your pleasure."
"To continue, Jerome asked if I wanted to be a whore for him, I agreed. He took me out to get adorned for my new job," I pulled my robe off showing my nipple rings and tattoo, "I liked what I was doing. I was born to fuck black men. The way their cocks fit my pussy, the way my pussy lips hug their cocks when they pull out, the contrast of black on white, I'm hooked," John got up and hugged me, from behind, while I continued.
"When my first client fucked me, I realized I had forgotten to go back on birth control. The taboo thought of getting pregnant by a black stranger took over. I decided not to go on birth control."
"When you came to my apartment and fucked me, I was amazed. I was excited the next day when Jerome came over and told me you were now a client, You are and awesome fuck, I enjoyed every minute of it," John started bending me over the patio table and started rubbing my pussy with his cock head, I came.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Now here I am in a total strangers house, fertile and letting him fuck me without birth control," John pushed his cock in my pussy.
"I was enjoying every minute of it until, OHHHHHHHHH!"
"Until when?, Whore"
"I woke you up, you kissed me, OHHHHH! fuck me."
John turned my head and kissed me again, confident, dominant. John continued to kiss me while pounding into my pussy. When his cock head swelled I pushed back hard, he exploded deep dousing my womb with powerful jets of baby batter, I climaxed.
John pulled out and poured new coffees for us and we sat down, "Well anyway when you kissed me, all these emotions started. I felt passion and confidence in the kiss, I guess what I am trying to say is I miss being in love."
"Do you have any regrets?"
"I guess the only regrets I have are, believing the rumors about black men, and divorcing my husband. I was in love with him, until Jerome taught me that my husband was weak and pathetic. There was no passion when we kissed, he really showed no confidence."
"So what are all the emotions really about?"
