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(true story) My first Interracial Experience

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

pinched a nipple slightly. It grew hard at his touch and I inhaled a little at the sensation. We’d only been driving for about two minutes, we’d barely left the French Quarter, when he pulled over. He got out wordlessly and headed to a house on a busy street. I followed him out, up the steps and into a small two story house. Having him feel me up was one thing, but now that I was going into his house, I knew what would happen. I knew where this was headed. Standing inside, he closed the door after I entered. I was kind of dizzy by this point. I wasn’t really sure how this was all supposed to happen but I was pretty sure I’d never imagined this. At the same time, being sort of confused, it helped having him simply tell me what to do. It didn’t really occur to me to do anything else. “Strip. Everything.” I started to move into the house. “No. Right here. Leave your clothes by the door.” I pulled my sundress over my head and dropped it to the floor along with my bra. He moved across a small living room and sat down on a large white sofa and watched me. It was a little warm in his house, no AC I guess, and it felt good to have the ceiling fans on my skin. I slipped out of my shoes and then hooked my thumbs into my thong and let it slide to the floor. Standing there naked in front of him, I felt exposed, but charged at the same time. A man was looking at me naked and he had lust in his eyes! He watched me shifting my weight, side to side, and smiled, just a little. “Go get me a ... drink,” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “A bourbon, two cubes of ice. Glasses are above the sink to the left.” His place was a classic New Orleans shotgun layout; hardwood floors, high ceilings. It was modestly decorated and I wondered if he lived alone or whether or not he was married. I strode past him, curiously unselfconscious. The kitchen lay just past his living room. As I moved around doing my task, I could feel my own wetness between my legs. A little excited voice in my head said, “I can’t believe you’re doing this with this guy! You don’t even know him!” But my hands kept making the drink. When I came back, he directed me to set it on the end table beside the couch. He was seated in the middle of it with his legs spread wide. “Get down on your knees here,” he pointed to a spot on the rug right between his feet. “Take off my shoes, then my pants.” I did as I was told, kneeling and getting to work on his leather dress shoes. He sipped on his drink. When I got to his belt, I suddenly got nervous and hesitated. But then I saw his bulge, his half-erect cock, pressing against his zipper and I had to see it, to feel it. I undid his belt, button and zipper. He hiked his ass up and in one smooth move I pulled down his pants and his boxers. There it was, black and beautiful, uncircumcised, laying against his dark stomach. It was thicker than David’s but about the same length. I’d never seen an uncut cock before. He seemed to enjoy my eagerness. He smiled and said, “Put it ...