1. (true story) My first Interracial Experience


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

    me, what his cock looked like, how he would feel inside me, on top of me. What a black man might look like naked. But in the light of day, I cursed myself. I didn’t know Phillip and I certainly didn’t want to risk my f****y over someone I’d just met. The next night, I tried desperately to get David to notice me, to pay me some attention. But as usual, he spent the evening in the garage. The next day, I went back and forth about twenty times, trying to decide what I should do. I think I knew all along where I’d end up. I somehow became paranoid he wouldn’t recognize me or we’d miss each other, so I wore the same dress I’d worn to the party and put my hair back into the same ponytail. I didn’t know how this was going to play out, but it felt good to be all dressed up and excited. I’d worked extra hard on my makeup, shaved my legs and armpits and trimmed my pussy extra carefully. I wore my best bra, one that really worked my cleavage. I put on my favorite black heels. They were high enough to show off my legs and look sexy in and I could still walk properly in them. Even if he wasn’t there, I decided that I was going to go have a good time. Phillip was there though, right at the bar where I’d met him. I sat down next to him and we sat in silence for what seemed like a long time. I ordered a gin and tonic and he continued to work on his bourbon. Finally, he looked me up and down and said, “I knew you’d come.” “Oh yeah?” I smiled. “How’s that?” “The look in your eyes when you saw ...
    me straightening out my cock. I know that look. That’s the look of a woman that needs a man inside of her.” A shiver ran down my spine. I’d never had a man speak so boldly about sex to me before. He placed a hand on my knee and ran it up my thigh, pulling my dress up along with it. I instinctively began looking around the bar to see if anyone was going to notice, but he snapped at me, “Don’t look around. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. It matters what I think. Look at me.” I had no idea how to respond. He wasn’t angry or violent, just…firm. He said it like it was fact. No one seemed to be paying any attention. I turned toward him and looked him in the eye as he ran his hand all the way up to the top of my thigh. “Spread your legs.” My legs seemed to open under their own power and he ran his hand over the top of my underwear, cupping my pussy with his palm. Once it was there, I could feel the heat radiating from between my legs and he must have sensed it too. “Finish your drink. Let’s go.” I took a final swig of my drink and hastily pulled out some cash and rushed to catch Phillip heading out. He was parked a half block down. He had a nice Lexus and he opened the passenger door from the drivers seat. Once we were moving, he put his hand back on my thigh and he said, without taking his eyes off the road, “Take off your bra.” It took a little wrangling and contorting, but I managed to do so. With it off, he reached over and first cupped one of my tits firmly and then ...
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