There’s something about a black man that just really turns me on. I’m a petite blonde girl, big blue eyes and long hair, but to me, a black man is the finest piece of guy out there. I had this one guy who was really tall, about 6’6”. He had really short hair, not quite fully shaved, but really close-cut. He had the whole broad shoulders and gorgeous muscle tone thing going, a really hot ass and killer smile. I really liked him, and so when he asked me if I wanted to go out to the club with him, of course I was thrilled. I got dressed in one of my slinky black dresses and high-heeled shoes. I didn’t wear anything underneath, just in case he decided that he wanted more than dancing. When he came to pick me up, he seemed really appreciative of my choice in dress, his eyes of chocolate roving over me as though he really wanted to skip the club altogether.
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We hit the club just as things were starting to get lively. He introduced me to some of his friends and we all sat around and had some drinks, then danced a bit. Every time we were on the dance floor together he and I would grind, and I could feel his hard, hot, big cock under those jeans he wore. After a couple of hours, we decided that the club just wasn’t kicking any more, so we left to go to his place. When he opened the door, I was amazed at how neat the place was, and he had a cute cat that came right up and meowed to be petted. I leaned down to pet the cat, and then I felt his hand sliding over my back and ass. Delighted, I turned as I straightened back up, looking him in the eyes. Reaching out, I trailed my hand over his chest, then started to unbutton his shirt. He smiled at me and reached around behind me, unzipping my dress and let it fall to the floor. I stood there naked for him to see. He reached out and pulled me in, kissing me even as he guided my hands to take off his clothes until he stood there naked, his body cut nicely and his uncut cock reaching for me. He put a hand on the top of my head and gently pushed me to my knees, telling me in his velvet voice to suck him. Read more of this erotic sex story
My wife Lisa is 27 years old. She is 5’4, 112 lbs, 36c-23-32, brown hair, green eyes and a shaved pussy. She also loves cock–Black cock. She has been fucking Black men with my consent since we first got together when she was 19. I love watching and she loves being watched. We are a perfect match. Here’s something that happened on a lazy Sunday afternoon three weeks ago. Lisa took up jogging recently, doing about four miles a day. She was complaining she needed new sneakers. We decided to go to the mall to get her a pair. And then we were going to the video store to rent a XXX video to watch at home. That was the plan. That is not what happened. Lisa usually wears silk panties, especially when she thinks she might have a chance to tease someone. Shoe salesmen are obvious targets. So she donned a pair of nearly see-through panties, a tube top without a bra, and a mini- skirt. On the way she said she hoped there would be a Black salesman because she especially liked to tease Blacks and then amaze them by taking them on. She hadn’t fucked a Black man in over a month and was anxious to get it on with one soon. She started fingering her pussy on the way to the mall giving a couple of truckers a little unexpected treat. Needless to say, she was extra-horny.
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It was about 4 PM when we got to the mall. It closes at 5:30 PM on Sundays so we had to move fast. Lisa, horny as she was, couldn’t bring herself to buy a pair quickly and get home for the XXX fun. We went to five stores and time was flying. It was 5:10 when we reached the Foot Locker. As we walked in Lisa noticed that there were four young Black guys running the store. She asked me if I was up for some fun. I asked her what she had in mind. She said that she was going to flash one of the young Black guys and try to get him to let her suck him off after closing. I said it was okay with me. A guy about 19 came up to us as soon as we walked in and asked us if he could help us. Lisa said she was looking for jogging shoes and asked him if they had a good selection. He said they sure did and offered to measure her feet. Lisa sat down and pulled up the little foot stool shoe salesmen use and began measuring her right foot. Lisa spread her legs a little so he could see the crotch of her panties. You should have seen his face. She just smiled and asked him if her size for running shoes was 7C. He said, “Yes, ma’am, but I ought to measure the other foot too.” Of course he was just prolonging things so he could check her out. Remember they were starting to close up. Lisa signaled her interest in him by spreading her legs rather blatantly when he lifted up the left foot. He got a good look at her see-through panties. Read more of this erotic sex story
The phone rang at the security desk. Bill put down his newspaper and looked at the clock. It was 8:10; everyone should have been gone by now. He picked up a pencil to log the call, then answered the phone. “Security desk, Bill speaking.” “Hi Bill.” The woman’s voice was soft and smooth. “It’s Jayde. I’m hoping that you can help me.” “I’ll do what I can, ma’am. What seems to be the trouble?” “Ah, well, no trouble, so to speak. But, um, I was hoping that you could come in the conference room. My friend Mae said that you were very, uh, creative, in helping her the other night after everyone had left.” Bill put down his pencil; his cock began to harden immediately. He couldn’t forget Mae. She was a large black woman who had called him to the conference room after hours. That night they sixty-nined on the conference room table before he fucked her from behind. Mae had said that his oral prowess would bring more sexual opportunities. Bill got up and went to the conference room. He was sure that this was one call that wasn’t going to make the log.
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When he got to the conference room, the lights were dimmed and he saw no one. Bill called out, “Hello?” One of the high-back leather chairs swung around; in it was a striking black woman wearing a coy look and high heel shoes. She wore peach-colored lipstick and a complementary colored eye shadow. Unlike Mae, she was fit with modest breasts and generous hips. “Come here, Billy,” she said, motioning with her index finger. Bill walked across the room; his cock hardening with every step that he took. He could not believe that this woman wanted him. “My friend Mae says you’ve got a very talented tongue.” She shifted in her chair, pulling her dress up higher on her thighs until it barely hid her crotch. “Now, I don’t want to make a big deal of this,” she reached out and hooked her fingers under his belt and pulled him closer. “So, here’s the deal. I want you to lick my pussy until I cum then I’m going to suck you and fuck you. If you’re as good as Mae says we might do it again sometime. But, there are no attachments, are we clear?” Read more of this erotic sex story
Well, Murph had really done it this time. His hopes for a downhill ski-racing medal in the Winter Olympics were shattered, as were both of his arms. It had happened fast, he was setting a record pace until his ski hit a mogul the wrong way and sent him sailing into the air and tumbling down the mountain. It was fortunate he hadn’t cracked his skull. That would have been a drag, the doctors would have had to shave his trademark long, blonde hair. The damn full arm casts were bad enough. He couldn’t feed himself, he couldn’t brush his teeth, he couldn’t wipe his own ass, hell, he couldn’t even hold his dick to pee or play. His roommate had been released earlier in the day. Now that visiting hours were over, he didn’t even have any one to talk to.
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He was glad to see Felicia’s pretty face. Growing up in Utah, he hadn’t met many black girls but Felicia was just about the cutest he’d ever seen. Her pretty smile was complimented by large sparkling brown eyes, her hair was done up in cornrows that slid behind her delicate ears. Her short, slim mocha colored body bounced with friendly energy making her healthy sized tits and lovely round butt bounce inside her nurse assistant uniform. “Ready for your sponge bath, Mr. Murphy?” she asked in her melodic voice. “Come to clean the grime off your helpless captive?” “Yeah, you getting to stink up the place pretty good,” she laughed. “You doing OK?” “Been better,” he said with a smile, “but seeing a pretty girl does wonders for the pain.” Read more of this erotic sex story
A singer, Rob couldn’t believe they’d picked a singer to co-star with him. Hell, his last picture had been nearly dragged down by a no-talent pretty girl, flavor-of-the-month blonde. The director had just barely saved the thing by pumping in more of Rob’s action work and leaving most of the romantic subplot on the cutting room floor. After that misery, he had to work with a black girl who’d never even acted in films before. Oh yeah, this was going to be lots of fun! As he sat in his trailer watching a few of Ramona’s music videos, Rob had to admit the kid was a looker. Her sleek brown body moved like a jaguar. She had just enough breasts to draw a man’s attention, they rode firm and high on a well toned body. Her shapely, dancer’s legs led to a nice round, slight protruding butt that the lady certainly knew how to shake. A very useful skill if they were making a musical. Rob didn’t do musicals. He did action pictures.
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His prolonged sulk was broken by a knock on the door. When he opened it he was staring directly into Ramona’s large green eyes. Oh yeah, the lady was definitely a looker. She heard the music coming from the television. “Well, at least you’ve got good taste in music,” she chided, “May I come in?” Rob was just dressed in a white tee shirt and gym shorts. His well-tanned muscular body was on fine display. Ramona’s pink silk blouse was unbuttoned enough to show a generous portion of her cleavage. Her tight white slacks also didn’t leave very much to the imagination. Read more of this erotic sex story
I was sitting there reading over my biology notes when I saw him enter the lounge. It’s hard not to miss him. He’s flat out gorgeous, 6’0”, muscular, blonde hair, blue eyes and a great smile. He’s the dreamiest white guy I’ve ever seen. But I never pursued anything since I’ve only seen him date white girls, cheerleader types at that. I returned my attention to my biology and absent mindedly ate my chocolate fluff sandwich. Ya I know, not really healthy, but I’ve never been worried about that. As much junk as I eat I should be a whale, but I’m a nice size 4 and got the hourglass thing happening for me so I don’t care. As the amoebas and such started to clutter my mind, it wandered back to Jeff. God Damn that man is fine! I knew I wasn’t going to be able to study with him around so I packed up my stuff and headed to my dorm room. I shoved my books into their respective spots on my small bookshelf and collapsed onto my bed. I thought a nice play session while he was on my brain would prove beneficial and I’d be able to study afterwards.
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I lifted up the bottom hem of my skirt and slid my fingers underneath the elastic band of my panties to find my pussy was completely wet. If he only knew what he did to me. He’d probably laugh at me knowing he got me this wet with just walking into the same room. I let my fingers slowly dance around my clit, his vision fresh in my mind. I closed my eyes turning my fingers into his. I got to the point where I could almost feel his breath on my inner thighs when a light knock at my door brought me back to reality. I quickly pulled my hand outta my panties, tried to regain my composure as I headed for the door. I was expecting one of my girlfriends wanting help with something, that’s what ninety-nine percent of my knocks are about, but this time it was Jeff. I almost lost my balance as the wind from the door opening wafted his scent into my nose. Ahh damn he’s a fox. Read more of this erotic sex story
