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 32 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.
To get more background on Tammy, you can read the Tammy -- Chapters 1 and 2 stories.
Later that Monday night, Tammy texted me.
She asked, "Did you really enjoy tonight?"
"You were fantastic. Did you enjoy being my sub?"
"I loved it. It was so liberating. Knowing exactly what you wanted."
"So you learned your lessons?"
"Yes. Devon, I will never hold back again."
"When do you want to meet next?"
"I know Greg is getting suspicious. I have to be careful about meeting in the evenings."
She had never said her husband's name before, although I knew if from her social media,
I said, "You could come in early for work and stop by on your way."
She was silent for a while.
Then she said, "I think that will work."
"We should plan on Thursday. I'll expect you at 6:30."
Thursday morning at 6:29 she was at my door. So began a series of early morning meetings, a couple of times a week, on weekdays days when I wasn't traveling and didn't have to get to the office early in the morning. She would always show up on time. And always dressed in a top either low cut or buttoned down a bit, showing a lot of cleavage, no bra, with nipples poking out. There became a sameness to the experience. We would always start with some dick sucking and ball licking, then me fucking her to a few orgasms, and then her swallowing my cum. But each time she was better at taking me deep into her throat. She began to take a lot of pride in her deep throating skills.
Then one week we had the chance to meet three days in a row, Wednesday through Friday, and those were special days. On Wednesday, after her welcome blow job, I began to fuck her missionary. I had been training her to use more dirty talk, and as I fucked her deeply, and she was cumming, she would whisper things to me.
She would say, "I love your big black dick," or "Greg never makes me cum like you do."
That turned me on. While I was fucking her, she was kissing my chest, twisting her neck so she could lick my nipples. Between that and her dirty talk I felt my balls tightening, and I had every bit of my 10 inch dick inside of her. For the first time I came inside her, and that made her cum hard as well. She climbed off of me.
I said, "Lick my dick clean."
She smiled and licked me up and down. She was taking more pleasure in being nasty.
Later that morning, she texted me that she was really turned on, but my rough fucking had made her very sore. She wasn't sure she could fuck tomorrow. I told her I still wanted to see her. She showed up at 6:30 again. We kissed for a while.
She said, "Like I said, I can't fuck you today. But can I still suck your dick?"
So right up against the front door, she dropped to her knees and gave me an intense blow job until I came inside her mouth.
She said, "I love being able to simply please you without getting something in return."
In my mind, I put things in perspective. A few weeks ago this woman was 100% faithful to her husband. And now she was getting up two hours early to drive across town just to give a man she barely knew a blow job. That thought itself was a turn on, and I got hard again, and she sucked me off for the second time that morning. I told her I looked forward to tomorrow, which brought more of the same. Although this time I left my front door slightly ajar and waited in bed for her. She climbed into bed with me and immediately went to work on my dick.
I said, "Kneel on the floor, and put your hands behind your back."
I then stood up and fucked her sexy mouth for a while. Then I pulled out.
'Start jerking my dick."
She used one hand and started to put me in her mouth and I stopped her.
"Don't put me in your mouth. I want to cum on your beautiful face."
She was deeply turned on, and started jerking me with both hands. When I nutted, I caked her entire face with my cum.
"Wipe the cum off your face with your fingers, and lick your fingers clean."
She cleaned off every drop.
Later that day I texted her that I enjoyed our morning meetings, but I wanted the next meeting after work so we had more time. She agreed, and we met on Tuesday (it was near Christmas, and she could tell her husband she needed to do some shopping). We met at my condo at 5:30. I told her I had a surprise for her, and she should text me when she arrived.
"She texted, "I'm here."
I texted back, "Come in, close the door, and find the dress that's on the couch, put it on, stand up, then text me when you're ready."
After a few minutes, she texted, "Ready."
When I walked into the living room, she was standing, wearing a low cut white clingy tank dress, almost see through, her hard nipples clearly visible, with the words "Big Black Cuck Slut" stenciled on it. She looked amazing. I walked over to her and kissed her deeply -- we kissed passionately for several minutes.
I asked, "Do you like being a big black cock slut?"
"I do. Thank you for getting it for me."
"Take my clothes off."
After I was nude, I said "Get on your knees, and open your mouth for your big black cock."
I fucked her mouth and throat deeper than ever, getting all my dick down her throat. Her gagging and slurping sounds made it more pleasurable. She had learned to make that sharp gagging sound, almost like a seal. Such a turn on.
I said, "Start rubbing your pussy while I fuck your mouth."
As she did, I said "Only a true big black cock slut would let her man fuck her mouth like this while her husband was waiting at home."
She loved that.
"A true slut would cum at the thought of her black man fucking her mouth."
