1. From Online Black Cock Slut to Real One


    Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 93, Source: xHamster

    activity grew to several times a week, usually for a couple of hours. I grew my own stable to regular men, many of them black. One in particular became my favorite. We would have a hot session of cybersex, and then spend a little bit just chatting, getting to know each other, learning more about how to please each other. I was even forming an emotional attachment to him. As it turned out, I eventually felt comfortable enough with him to be collared as his cyber sex-slave. He and I would meet online and I would fulfill his commands. Many times they were to please him in a particular way. Many others were for me to please others, sometimes with him watching, sometimes not. I began to get immersed into these roles, to the point I would wear the same clothing in front of my keyboard as I was “wearing” online. Twice, my husband would come home to find me just clicking off the screen, my cheeks flushed, wearing a sheer blouse, miniskirt and heels. I would then attack my him, using his body to play out the online fantasy. I even started to go out during the day, running my errands dressed in revealing outfits, whether is a blouse one-size too small, a satin circle skirt hemmed well above my knees, thigh-high hose and 4-inch heels, or any combination of the above. One thing was sure, I stopped wearing panties unless I had to, and I only wore a bra if I was worried about being arrested for indecent exposure. It was after I started to do this I realized my online fun was more than fun. ...
    It was my addiction. I was addicted to being online and playing out fantasies. Some of them pure and sweet, but more of them dirty and nasty. My Master would up the ante to the point I told him where I lived. It turned out he only lived a little over 100 miles away from me. That cyber session made me climax more than once, the very thought of how near he was driving me crazy. Which brought me to today. My Master finally commanded to meet Him. So I did. And I was introduced to Darin. Darin was true to his descriptions online. He is almost six and a half feet tall, well muscled, with bulging muscles and dark black skin. He was well-dressed, in tan slacks and a maroon shirt, the fabric taut over his frame and muscles. I wore the commanded outfit, a thin, champagne satin halter dress, the circle skirt hemmed above my knees, dark thigh high hose and 4-inch black patent-leather pumps. No other clothing was permitted. We had a small lunch as we talked, and I made it a point to tease him a little as we ate. Even though to date our relationship had been online, there was no doubt Darin was going to up the ante, so to speak. It was just a matter of time. Darin spoke of how he wanted to do things to me, and it made such an impression I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. Of course, since I was panty-less, I was making a growing spot on the seat, too! Darin pondered aloud about taking me across the street and down the alley, then having me grab my ankles and feeling his cock ...
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