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Author’s Note: This story contains interracial sex between a black man and a white woman, and innately racist themes and stereotypes (such as a black man with a large cock, a white woman who seems to have a black fetish, a black man who doesn’t stick around to raise his child). If you do not want to read about such things, I recommend steering clear of this story.
Initially when I wrote this story, I really thought nothing of these themes – of course the black guy has a big cock, almost every single man featured in my sex stories do. But as I’ve read people’s responses to my work, I’ve realized something that should have been obvious: nothing exists in a void. While the protag realizing she was alone to raise her child seemed like a fine enough ending, it plays into racial stereotypes of black men being absentee fathers. I do not believe black men are any less capable of being loving, dedicated fathers than anyone else, nor do I think they are inherently predatory like this story implies.
These stereotypes affect people in the real world. If I had never published the story, such themes wouldn’t really make too big of a difference, but I did publish it. While everyone has the right to write what they want, I think authors can and should accept responsibility for the effects our works may have on the world. And so, to everyone affected by my insensitive inclusion of such racist stereotypes: I am deeply sorry.
I considered editing this story to remove these elements that I can not stand behind, or deleting the story entirely, but ultimately that felt like hiding from what I’d made. It’s also unfair to the people who genuinely enjoyed the story. So, I will be leaving the story up, with this note at the start.
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This story isn’t big on plot, and there’s not a lot of character development. If you’re hoping for an epic tale, this isn’t it. But I hope the story is hot, and exciting. Obligatory reminder: while fucking strangers with no protection is exciting in stories, in real life that kind of thing can lead to incurable infections and life-changing consequences. Use good sense, and have good sex.
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I broke up with my boyfriend right before Covid hit. Do you know how shitty it is to suddenly be single in a world where in-person dating is unsafe and sometimes downright impossible? A girl can only stand solitude for so long.
A year and a half of taking cold showers and going for runs to ease frustration later, and I was ecstatic to hear that things were finally reopening. I got my two jabs, then bought tickets for the first concert coming to my town. There were four of us ladies going in total.
The show itself was okay, but the fact that I was in a stadium full of excited people for the first time in years amped up the hype for me, and I ended up having a ball. I even bought a cup of their overpriced beer. Things moved fast after that, as I bumped into a guy at the concession, and we got to talking about how some things in life had changed so much, while others stayed the same. There was talking, some touching, some very close dancing when the music was just right, then he went and told his friends that he wasn’t getting a ride back with them, and I told my friends the same. The ladies seemed concerned at first, until they got a look at Jack. Then they seemed a little jealous. He and I shared a cab ride back to my place, which he even paid for.
I hesitated for only a moment at the door to my apartment. I knew this guy’s name was Jack, and that he was muscular and hot, and that his darker skin was frankly kind of a turn on. But what else did I know about him? But, ultimately, almost two years of celibacy had scrambled my good senses, and moments later he and I were past my door, kissing as I led him step by step towards my bedroom.
His hands were on the hem of my shirt then, and he pulled up. My top came off in a smooth motion, and he dropped it negligently behind him. Then he was pressing his lips against mine again, and pushing me back one step, and another. My pulse thundered in my ears as I let him lead me towards the bed.
Between one step and the next, I felt the edge of the bed press against the back of my knees. I would have fallen straight backwards if not for the supporting strength of his arms around my back. He lowered me down smoothly onto the bed, kissing me all the while.
Once I was on my back, he let go of me and straightened up. He reached down and pulled off his own shirt, and threw it in an arc behind him without looking. I stared, almost slack-jawed, at the show as he removed his top. His chest and stomach were as muscular as his shoulders and arms. I’d run my hands along him enough while we were kissing to know his body was hard, but I hadn’t expected him to look like an underwear model. Dark skin covered abdominal and pectoral muscles, and I watched in awe as they shifted and flexed as he threw his clothing.
He stopped for a moment then, topless, and looked down at me. “Fuck, Jennifer. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
“Look Bahçeşehir travesti who’s talking,” I told him, but couldn’t help a faint blush at my cheeks. It was almost embarrassing to be so excited by validation from some random stranger, but I couldn’t help myself.
I shifted towards the middle of the bed and sat up as he moved towards me, and our lips met again.
He was so strong, and I kept expecting him to be rough, but he never was. He was passionate, insistent, but not aggressive. His hand was on my shoulder, then the back of my head. He held me against him as we kissed, and I ran my hands along his chest, his stomach, his ribs. Everything I touched was solid and muscled, but he didn’t look silly and over-the-top as some weightlifters did.
One of his hands was on my own ribs, gently moving up until it reached the line of my bra.
“It’s not exactly my sexiest bra,” I told him between kisses, feeling a little embarrassed. “I wasn’t expecting…”
“It looks fine,” he told me, his breath whispering into my mouth. “But if you don’t like that bra, we can just…” As he was speaking, both of his hands moved to my back and met at the clasp of my bra. He undid the small hooks with lightning speed, which was honestly impressive. Then he had it undone, and he gently pulled it away from my body. I obligingly let go of him for a moment so he could pull it off of my arms and drop it off the side of the bed. “There, all gone. Better?”
I was now topless, but maybe that was fair since he was, too. He took a moment to give me a slow look, up and down, letting his eyes roam over my exposed skin. “Absolutely beautiful,” he repeated, then laid a hand on the side of my face and leaned in to kiss me again.
My muscles were weak with the pleasant warmth flowing through me, so I wasn’t at all unhappy when he gently leaned forward and eased me backwards onto the bed. I was on my back again with him lying half beside me and half on top of me. One hand was cradling my head and supporting him, while his other hand found its way onto my flat stomach and started working its way up. I found myself pressing my chest up against his hand as he passed it over my breast.
My nipples were peaked, stiff from both the pleasure and the cooler air of the room, and he passed his palm over one and gently rubbed his thumb against it. Gooseflesh, tingled along my skin from the slow movement against the sensitive skin. I was pretty skinny, so my breasts weren’t large, but he seemed to have no problem with that.
He must have been just as aroused as I was – I could feel the evidence of that against my leg. My hands ran down his sides as he continued kneading my breast in his palm. I reached the top of his jeans, and let my fingers follow the line of it towards the front. His lips left mine and moved to my neck, and my fingers shook with desire as I struggled against the stupid button of his jeans.
Finally I had success as the button popped open under my desperate fingers, and I pulled at both sides of the jeans until the zipper slid open. His lips had moved from my neck to my collar bone, and seemed insistent on making their slow way down my body. I wanted to do my own exploration. I slid my palm down the front of him, between his pants and his underwear, until I could feel his hardness. I gently squeezed it, and felt my emotions go on an immediate rollercoaster ride.
The excited anticipation of the sexual contact rode and gave way to the headier lust as I felt the manhood in question. Next came the honest surprise at the sheer fucking size of this thing. It was bigger than any I’d ever held before. It wasn’t like a foot long or anything crazy like that, but it was a lot bigger than my last few boyfriends’. Actually having such a big cock in my hand… Then came the sudden concern. This thing was a fucking python, and might just rip me in half.
But I was too high on the new feelings to really have time to dwell on that, and when his lips finally found my breasts I had no time to dwell on anything.
He used lips and tongue, and gently grazed me with his teeth, first loving on one nipple, then the other. I pressed my chest up against him, pushing my breasts against his face as he gently sucked on a nipple. He had moved too far down by this point for me to touch his cock, so I settled for wrapping both hands around his shaved head.
His mouth moved lower, kissing and gently nibbling at my stomach, and I couldn’t help but moan slightly as he hit a surprisingly sensitive spot. Emboldened, he spent a few more moments kissing and sucking at that spot as I squirmed. Then his face was moving south again.
As he traced the lower planes of my stomach with kisses, his fingers went to the front of my jeans and worked their magic. A moment later my pants were loose, and he gently pulled on them, revealing inch after sensitive inch of skin for him to explore. He moved with brutal slowness, exposing the top of my waist and kissing it, and then the same for my hips. Bahçeşehir travestiileri Another small motion had the band of my pants and underwear low enough for him to be kissing the very top of my pubic area.
His nose and lips passed through the hair I kept short. My mate Cherri had bugged me endlessly about “keeping the lady trimmed”, and after I started trimming and shaving I found that I liked the way it made me feel. I hadn’t had a guy around in a year, but having short, trimmed hair and a shaved pussy made me feel sexy and confident.
Now that I had a guy face-first in the front of my pants, I was very glad for my careful pruning.
I hadn’t planned on letting Jack get so far. Heck, I hadn’t even planned on bringing a guy home at all! But as he pulled the band of my pants a little lower, and kissed lower, I knew I had no intention of stopping him.
Finally he took a tighter hold on my pants and pulled down hard, until they bunched up around my knees. He got his first view of my naked pussy, nicely shaved and tended, and he paused for a moment.
I had managed to pull one foot through the leg of my pants, so the whole bundle was now caught on just one of my ankles, but I froze when he did. He was just staring at my naked body, and I couldn’t help but suddenly feel self-conscious. “Is it…” I stuttered, “is it not…”
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he told me, letting his gaze slowly move from my womanhood, up my body, and up to my face. “You’re so fucking hot it’s unbelievable.”
I warmed, all the embarrassment gone. His face found mine again, and I kicked my pants the rest of the way off as we kissed. I was fully uncovered now, and he had nothing on but his underwear and the jeans scrunched up around his knees. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling the solid strength there, and held him against me as his tongue gently traced my lip.
His hand was on my thigh then, immediately moving up to where my legs met. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and gently nibbled at it as his hand passed over my crotch. His thumb gently traced the contours of my labia, and I shuddered slightly as he passed it over my aching pussy. He followed the same movement again, gently teasing me with his finger as I wiggled my hips against his hand.
Then I felt his fingers pressing against my slit, sampling my wetness. I sighed in pleasure as he pressed a finger against that wet opening, slowly sinking it into me. His lips were on mine again, and his mouth caught my moan as he slid his finger back and pushed it into me again.
He pressed his thumb against my clit again, gently rubbing it as he kept up the slow in-and-out motion with his finger. Sweet heat spread from the point of contact as his digits kept up their work, and I let my hand roam down his front again. The tips of my fingers found the band of his underwear, and I slid my hand underneath so I could feel him, skin on skin.
It was thick in my hand, and heavy. I ran my hand up the length of his hardness, and felt that little bubble of apprehension, followed by a wave of giddy anticipation.
I ran my other hand along his back, marveling at the feeling of his muscles there while I gently squeezed his cock. His hand was so good, but I was ready for more. I grabbed the band of his briefs and pushed down until his cock sprang out from its confinement.
“Wanna get those off?” I asked, and he complied without wasting a second. His hand left my center, and he took hold of his underwear and pushed them until they met his crumpled jeans, and he kicked that whole mess off. I quickly grabbed the bunch of clothing around my ankle and slid it the rest of the way off.
Then he was kneeling there above me, his cock jutting out proudly, and I couldn’t fight back a small giggle. If Cherri could see him, she’d absolutely lose her mind with jealousy.
He shimmied forward, walking on his knees until that member was directly over me, and I took the opportunity to take hold of it again. I gently moved my hand along it, enjoying how it felt nestled in my palm. That dark skin was such a contrast to the lightness of my hand. I tried not to think about how much he backed up that stereotype about black guys and their cocks…
With effort, I managed to take my eyes off of his cock and meet his gaze. “It’s probably about time you grabbed a condom…”
His grin doubled in size. “Where do you keep them?”
I froze, hand still and unmoving on his shaft. “Don’t you have one?”
“I wasn’t exactly planning this,” he said, his smile fading. “I thought I was just going to a concert with a few friends. You don’t have any?”
“I wasn’t expecting company,” I told him, feeling embarrassed. “I haven’t had a guy over since before this whole pandemic thing came around.”
He nodded solemnly, then let his gaze wander slowly down my body. His eyes paused for a few moments on my spread legs, and the place between, and his smile came back. “We’ll have to just improvise, then.” He took hold of travesti Bahçeşehir his shaft, and leaned forward until it laid on my pelvis.
I looked down at that dark length, resting innocuously against my pale skin and the small batch of short blonde hairs. “Improvise?” I managed to ask.
“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” he told me, his voice pitched even lower than before. He shifted and slid his manhood against me, and I watched it slide back and then forwards on my naked mons. “Tell me what you want.”
“Maybe…” I started, eyes still fixed on that long cock as he slowly ground it against me. “Maybe we can try it. I can finish you… I can blow you to finish you?”
“That sounds hot,” he whispered, and took himself in hand again. His hips shifted back until the tip of him was against my pussy, and he gently dragged that tip up and down along my lips. I sighed again in pleasure at the feeling of the thick head tickling against my lips and over my clit. Then it was against my entrance, and he applied gentle pressure.
I was wet as hell, and his fingers had already explored there. All he had to do was let his body follow the path he’d blazed already.
He did.
I felt that tip press against my narrow opening, and push past it. I inhaled sharply as he immediately spread me wider than I had been in… in years, or maybe ever. He paused for a second or two, then kept pressing. My head was back against my pillow and my eyes were closed, and my world narrowed down to the feeling of that thick shaft slowly pressing further into me.
“Shit,” I breathed as he paused briefly before pushing in just a little further. “Slowly.”
He stopped again, and I heard him chuckle. “I know. That’s how it always is.”
Then he was gently pushing again, and I felt more of my body spread as his glorious cock sunk another inch into me. It was amazing, feeling my inner walls part as he moved into me. I swear I could feel every ridge, every vein.
I winced as his tip pressed against the innermost wall. He felt it too, and stopped.
We both held still, breathing and taking in the moment as my body adapted to his, and his to mine. His back muscles bunched under my hands as he moved his hips, and I felt his thick shaft slide slowly outwards, until it was only half inside. Then he was pushing forward again, and I sighed in contentment at the feeling of him slowly spreading me out again as he pushed back in.
Again he shifted backwards, and all I could feel was an aching emptiness left behind, an emptiness he quickly filled. He thrust in again, and the motion was smoother and faster. My body was quickly adapting to his size, and the initial pain was fading away and being replaced with pleasure.
He pushed in again and I sighed at the feeling of his huge length pushing into me. “Fuck,” I whispered as he thrust again. “You feel so fucking good, Jack.” He took that as a cue, and started thrusting faster, and I moaned quietly at the harder motions. I opened my mouth to pant, and he took the opportunity to claim it with his own.
My hands wandered up his body as his mouth clamped down on mine, and I squeezed a section of back muscle as he pushed into me again, again.
I spread my legs wider automatically, like my body was making its own decisions. I broke the kiss and looked down, awestruck, at the sight of him sliding into me again. His skin was so dark, and mine was so pale. I stared at the contrasts, when my bikini line showed from suntanning, and where my light skin gave way to his dark length. He pulled back, and I saw my body clench against him. His shaft was thick, and was creamy with my juices. I kept watching as he pushed forward again, and my pussy gave way to him.
I wrapped both of my arms around him and pulled him down, so we were pressed chest-to-chest as he thrust into me again. “Jack, that’s so good,” I told him, my whisper muffled by his mouth.
“You feel amazing, Jen,” he said as he gave a long, slow thrust. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t get enough of you.”
Then our lips were together and there was no more need for words. He was thrusting faster, harder, and I felt my hips automatically rising up to meet his movements. My whole body and all of its functions seemed reduced down to this one activity. He pushed into me, his thick cock sliding between my slick walls, and I took him in.
I felt a wave of heat radiating up from my pussy to the core of my being, and building there. He’d started something with his fingers, and he was very happily continuing it now with his cock. Each thrust, thrust, thrust, brought me closer to the edge. I could feel his thick tip brushing against every inch of my insides with each motion, pressing against that sensitive spot each time. “Oh fuck,” I whispered to him. “Just like that, Jack.”
He started thrusting faster, and I felt that well of pleasure building. A tightness was building in my gut as his cock spread my pussy out again and again.
“Don’t stop,” I begged as I felt myself nearing the edge. He was happy to oblige, and I finally felt that ball of pleasure pop. Lightning-hot pleasure arced up my limbs, and I moaned loudly as my orgasm finally hit. If I’d been thinking, I might have been worried that my neighbours would hear me, but there was nothing left in my mind but the onrush of pleasure.
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