Heya boys and girls! My name's Phoebe, I'm 5'7 tall, have brunette hair, grey/blue eyes, am a dress size 8 (UK) and wear a 32C bra :) This is my first submission here so hopefully it doesn't suck too much! Any feedback will be very welcome (just go easy on me lol). This story is actually based on how I actually ended up having sex with my first black guy (with the odd detail changed!) so hopefully you find it as enjoyable to read as I did to write!
P x
Me and my boyfriend had always been open about sexual fantasies and curiosities we both had, for him that openness had led to the fulfilment of one of his biggest fantasies, anal sex. So as you can imagine, my boyfriend loved this open attitude to things, I mean, what wasn't for him to like? Tell a girl some of the fantasies you have, then do them! Certainly seemed like a win-win.
But while my boyfriend had satisfied one of his biggest curiosities/fantasies with anal, I felt like I hadn't managed to do something that I could look back at and go: "God I'm glad I got to live that out!"
Now most of my fantasies I talked to my boyfriend about he was all for, different positions, places, even another girl, but there was one thing he always hesitated over, or would avoid when I mentioned it. I'd told him on a number of occasions that I was curious about sex with a black man. At first it was just that, a passing curiosity but as my boyfriend's reactions became more evasive, the more I thought about it. The more I thought about it, the more I'd mention it to him. Before long, it had gone from something I was curious about, to something I fantasised heavily over.
I began watching interracial porn online to help satisfy my fantasy, soon enough the ONLY porn I was watching was interracial, I'd become entranced by the image of a black man thrusting into a white woman, even more so when the white woman's moans and screams filled the room. I quickly began imagining myself in the place of these women, just thinking about how that black cock would feel, thinking about myself screaming for more, just like the women I watched online.
It quickly became apparent to me that this had turned into a very real fantasy, I found myself looking at black men more, flirting with ones I came into contact with, anything to take the edge off of my growing urges.
But my new feelings confused me too, I had never cheated before, and I didn't think I would ever be capable of doing such a thing but as the weeks passed, I found myself thinking more and more: "Maybe I could just do it once, then go back to normal."
And so, it all came to a head on a night out with two of my friends.
We hadn't planned for a big night out but even so, I dressed up anyway. I was wearing a tight, low-cut black top and a redish/pink skirt that hugged my bum and thighs with a belt round my waist separating the two. Of course, the skirt was short, very rarely did I wear a skirt that came much further than a third of the way down my legs, tonight way no different. To top it all off I had my sexy black heels on too.
The club we went to was always busy, once inside I found myself looking at the black guys in there. By now it had become second nature to check them all out. Me and my friends danced and drank for what must have been about an hour before one of them received a text from her boyfriend. She went off to meet him so it was just down to me and my other friend. Now that it was just us two, we regrouped and decided what to do next: "I'll go grab us both a drink Phoebe" my friend told me, I told her I was just going to pop to the ladies room to freshen up and that I'd meet her back where we were now. After we went our separate ways and I'd started walking towards the loo I noticed an attractive black man to my right. My heart began to race as I thought about going over and flirting with him, I knew he'd been keeping an eye on me all night so I was pretty sure he'd want to chat.
The toilets in the club had a reputation for very long queues, so I thought to myself: "Nobody would need to know if I just had a chat with this guy." As I began walking over to him my mind began to flood with a much more dangerous thought, I looked him up and down and something inside my head just told me he was the one. He was the black man I was going to experience, he was tall, dark and handsome and had what looked like a six-pack to die for under his t-shirt.
"Hey," I said, slightly shy. "I'm Phoebe."
He looked me over before replying: "I'm Jordan babe, looking fine if I may say so."
I laughed slightly, although it was more of a nervous reaction than anything. We started to chat, and flirt for a couple minutes. I was unsure of how exactly I could tell him what I was really after. I mean, I didn't think I could just say: "So, I'm curious about sex with black guys, you want to help?"
Luckily, he saved me from having to think too hard: "So babe, you want to go somewhere quieter?"
My heart raced as my head nodded and he began to lead me off, I knew deep down that what I was doing was so so wrong but as that feeling mixed with my desire I became even more aroused in expectation. The door he led me to I'd never seen in the club before, but I knew where it led to, the quiet alley out back. As he opened the door, I knew that once I walked through, there would be no going back but the mix of alcohol and arousal was too much for me to stop now....
Once I stepped outside, it began.
Without warning, Jordan put both his hands against my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall of the club.
