1. (true story) My first Interracial Experience


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Mature, Author: KateandJessica, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster

    with old high school friends. So, I was surprised when he told me to buy a new dress because he was taking me to a party. It was a work event and spouses were invited. It was a fairly touristy joint in the French Quarter, but the food and drinks were on the company so I was in. It was just starting to warm up again and I got myself a nice strappy dress. We got to the party and we made the usual rounds. I met most of David’s co-workers but was disappointed to see that not many spouses had shown up. The group seemed sort of cliquish and I was feeling left out of the conversation so I made my way up to the bar to chat with the bartender a bit. “Not your thing?” I turned to see Phillip, one of David’s co-workers next to me. A handsome black man in his 40s, he reminded me a bit of Wesley Snipes, with his wide mouth and dark eyes. “Not really,” I said, out of practice with small talk. “These events bore the fuck out of me. I work with the people, I don’t want to party with them.” He saw the look in my eye and added, “If I don’t show up, the people who sign off on raises remember.” I smiled and nodded politely. “I’m going outside for a smoke. Want to join me?” I don't usually smoke, but sometimes when I’d had a few cocktails, a cigarette hit the spot. Besides, actually talking to a human other than David or my k**s was the best thing to happen to me in weeks. We stepped outside and he lit me up. We puffed for a bit in silence. He had a way of looking at me that wasn’t really ...
    leering, but more like he was sizing me up. “How do you like New Orleans? And you can skip the ‘fine’ bullshit. What do you really think?” I laughed because ‘fine’ was what I’d be about to say. Instead, I answered “This city has a lot going on. Lots of hurt, anger, love, happiness, lust.” “Lust?” He chuckled a bit. “Yeah, New Orleans has this sort of, I don’t know, sexual current running through it. I don’t know. That’s how this outsider sees it.” He inhaled his cigarette deeply, looking at me. “An outsider. So, you don’t feel that current passing through you?” I blushed, but at the same time felt a weird desire to be honest with him. “No. No current on my block. Power’s out.” He leaned back against the wall and put one hand in his pocket. He took another drag and said, “That’s too bad.” My eye was drawn to movement and I could see that he was adjusting his cock through his pants. He looked like he was semi-hard. I swallowed and realized that I was frozen in place and hadn’t said anything. Instead, I took another hit from my cigarette and felt my hand suddenly start to shake. “I should head in.” I turned and started back. He called after me, “I’ll be here having a beer at one, day after tomorrow.” He didn’t follow me back in, but instead, walked off down the street. I went back in and sat quietly next to David for the next couple of hours. I couldn’t get to sl**p that night. In one fell swoop, Phillip had completely recharged my sex drive. All I could think about were his hands on ...
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