Interracial Confession #2
Okay, so I have been procrastinating too long. I have many confessions people have sent me, and I need to start posting them. People, please keep sending me your confessions, I will get to them, and I really appreciate it. (and I will post mine, which I have been to lame to finish and post)
This confession was emailed to me by a woman who doesn't want to reveal her name:
I have been married for 10 years. I have a really nice husband, who I met in college, and we married a year later. But, there's one thing I never told him, about how I cheated on him only once, when we were engaged. I haven't even told this to a single one of my friends, because I never wanted anyone to know.
I got a job after I graduated at a commercial real estate firm. It was a basic entry level job, nothing too difficult or fun. There was this office building we were going to rent out, but a few things had to be fixed, and it had to be improved and cleaned and stuff. I had to go over there all the time and let people in, and make sure work was done etc.
Here I was, a reasonably attractive girl right out of college. I started to notice this scuzzy looking black man around the building. And he started to stare at me and it made me nervous. He really shouldn't have been there, but I was kind of shy and new, and I just didn't think about doing anything. Looking back, I should have asked him to leave and called the police if he didn't go. But, being young and inexperienced I didn't. It turns out, he was either squatting there, or he was using as someplace to bring his skanky women to fuck.
I always tried to make sure I wasn't alone in the building, but one day the guys putting in carpet left when I was making a call from another room. I got back and they were gone, and of course the random black guy shows up and starts leering at me. He sees I am alone and he starts talking to him, but I could understand him talking in black slang or whatever. He seemed annoyed I didn't know what he was talking about and he came right up to me. I was completely petrified. I guess he wanted to see my tits, but since I wasn't doing anything he grabbed my ass. All, I could do is tell him to leave immediately he was trespassing. He paid no attention to me, but he grabbed me and jammed his tongue down my throat. I was totally at a loss.
He kept talking but we just weren't understanding each other. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me down the hall. I can't believe I actually went with him, but I did. He took me up to the second floor, to a room I hadn't been in yet. It was an office room, but it was completely empty except for a couple cans of soda and a bag he had in the corner, and the filthiest mattress I had ever seen sitting on the ground. No top sheet, no sheets, no box spring, no pillow, just one really dirty mattress sitting on the ground. I was realizing that this guy was staying in the building while he pulled down his filthy sweat pants, no underwear, held his cock out, like he was offering it to me. I have no idea how big it was, it was just the biggest penis I had ever seen by a lot. For me, the guys I had been with, it seemed like it wasn't real, it was so much bigger.
He started pushing the top of my head, I guess he wanted me on my knees to suck his dick. I did not do that, and he finally grabbed me and jammed his tongue in my mouth, then he maneuvered me around until I was facing away from the mattress, then he pushed me down on it, so he landed on top of me. He had his moves, I'll give him that. At this point, I was confused, but starting to get turned on, even as much as it was not how I would have ever imagined liking it. I couldn't believe how big his penis was.
He jammed his hand up my skirt and started pulling my panties down my leg and ripped them while at it. He unbuttoned my blouse and took that off to, by which time I was kind of helping me. He pushed up my skirt, and bucked up and stuck his dick into my pussy. Holy crap, that was unbelievable having that thing inside me. There was some discomfort, but it was incredible. It was like going from my fiance who was a sling shot, to this guy with nuclear weapons. I felt pleasure, but it made me feel like a real woman. His thrusts were so powerful. At this point, it was like feeling outside myself, like I was watching myself.
He was thrusting and grunting and saying shit to me. I didn't understand it all, except when he say stuff like "you fucking bitch" I had an orgasm and I doubt I had even had 5 before that. All when I was touching myself, never with a man. It was so much better than my fiance. At one point, he start tensing up grunt quicker and louder, and finally stopped and yelled and I could feeling him shooting into me and I climaxed again. I laid there with him on top of me, wondering how the fuck I got into this and how would I get out. I certainly wasn't thinking about my fiance. We laid there for a while. He stood up, by this time, all he had on was his grubby Addidas and socks. He kind of half lifted me up an thrust his cock into my face again. This time, I took it into my mouth. I kind of felt I had to do a good job, but his dick was too big. I don't think I have ever been that good at blow jobs and don't like them, but I was going to try to do a good job. After what seemed like a long time, he bucked his hips and pushed the back of my head tight against his crotch. He blew his whole load into my mouth, most of it went down my throat, which didn't drool out of my mouth.
At that point, I thought I better get the fuck out, so I started trying to put my clothes back on, but I just left my torn panties there. I went to the first floor bathroom and tried to make myself presentable, then went to my apartment to shower. I just didn't know how to process what happened.
About a week later, I had to take a cleaning crew to the building to clean the whole place. We went into that room, his room. I had to have the Mexican women take the mattress out to the dumpster, and I was mortified, because my torn panties were still on the floor. There were a couple of used condoms. He never used a condom on me. I felt I was betraying him, who gave me so much pleasure, but I had to do it. I did take his bag, a soda and a hostess apple by that was there and left them outside the door, instead of throwing them away. I did get an STD check after that, and was okay.
It was the best sexual experience of my life, but I never cheated on my fiance/husband since then. I think about that experience almost every time I masturbate, and sometimes when I am having sex. It still turns me on like nothing else. And no one knows about it, even my best friend.
This confession was emailed to me by a woman who doesn't want to reveal her name:
I have been married for 10 years. I have a really nice husband, who I met in college, and we married a year later. But, there's one thing I never told him, about how I cheated on him only once, when we were engaged. I haven't even told this to a single one of my friends, because I never wanted anyone to know.
I got a job after I graduated at a commercial real estate firm. It was a basic entry level job, nothing too difficult or fun. There was this office building we were going to rent out, but a few things had to be fixed, and it had to be improved and cleaned and stuff. I had to go over there all the time and let people in, and make sure work was done etc.
Here I was, a reasonably attractive girl right out of college. I started to notice this scuzzy looking black man around the building. And he started to stare at me and it made me nervous. He really shouldn't have been there, but I was kind of shy and new, and I just didn't think about doing anything. Looking back, I should have asked him to leave and called the police if he didn't go. But, being young and inexperienced I didn't. It turns out, he was either squatting there, or he was using as someplace to bring his skanky women to fuck.
I always tried to make sure I wasn't alone in the building, but one day the guys putting in carpet left when I was making a call from another room. I got back and they were gone, and of course the random black guy shows up and starts leering at me. He sees I am alone and he starts talking to him, but I could understand him talking in black slang or whatever. He seemed annoyed I didn't know what he was talking about and he came right up to me. I was completely petrified. I guess he wanted to see my tits, but since I wasn't doing anything he grabbed my ass. All, I could do is tell him to leave immediately he was trespassing. He paid no attention to me, but he grabbed me and jammed his tongue down my throat. I was totally at a loss.
He kept talking but we just weren't understanding each other. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me down the hall. I can't believe I actually went with him, but I did. He took me up to the second floor, to a room I hadn't been in yet. It was an office room, but it was completely empty except for a couple cans of soda and a bag he had in the corner, and the filthiest mattress I had ever seen sitting on the ground. No top sheet, no sheets, no box spring, no pillow, just one really dirty mattress sitting on the ground. I was realizing that this guy was staying in the building while he pulled down his filthy sweat pants, no underwear, held his cock out, like he was offering it to me. I have no idea how big it was, it was just the biggest penis I had ever seen by a lot. For me, the guys I had been with, it seemed like it wasn't real, it was so much bigger.
He started pushing the top of my head, I guess he wanted me on my knees to suck his dick. I did not do that, and he finally grabbed me and jammed his tongue in my mouth, then he maneuvered me around until I was facing away from the mattress, then he pushed me down on it, so he landed on top of me. He had his moves, I'll give him that. At this point, I was confused, but starting to get turned on, even as much as it was not how I would have ever imagined liking it. I couldn't believe how big his penis was.
He jammed his hand up my skirt and started pulling my panties down my leg and ripped them while at it. He unbuttoned my blouse and took that off to, by which time I was kind of helping me. He pushed up my skirt, and bucked up and stuck his dick into my pussy. Holy crap, that was unbelievable having that thing inside me. There was some discomfort, but it was incredible. It was like going from my fiance who was a sling shot, to this guy with nuclear weapons. I felt pleasure, but it made me feel like a real woman. His thrusts were so powerful. At this point, it was like feeling outside myself, like I was watching myself.
He was thrusting and grunting and saying shit to me. I didn't understand it all, except when he say stuff like "you fucking bitch" I had an orgasm and I doubt I had even had 5 before that. All when I was touching myself, never with a man. It was so much better than my fiance. At one point, he start tensing up grunt quicker and louder, and finally stopped and yelled and I could feeling him shooting into me and I climaxed again. I laid there with him on top of me, wondering how the fuck I got into this and how would I get out. I certainly wasn't thinking about my fiance. We laid there for a while. He stood up, by this time, all he had on was his grubby Addidas and socks. He kind of half lifted me up an thrust his cock into my face again. This time, I took it into my mouth. I kind of felt I had to do a good job, but his dick was too big. I don't think I have ever been that good at blow jobs and don't like them, but I was going to try to do a good job. After what seemed like a long time, he bucked his hips and pushed the back of my head tight against his crotch. He blew his whole load into my mouth, most of it went down my throat, which didn't drool out of my mouth.
At that point, I thought I better get the fuck out, so I started trying to put my clothes back on, but I just left my torn panties there. I went to the first floor bathroom and tried to make myself presentable, then went to my apartment to shower. I just didn't know how to process what happened.
About a week later, I had to take a cleaning crew to the building to clean the whole place. We went into that room, his room. I had to have the Mexican women take the mattress out to the dumpster, and I was mortified, because my torn panties were still on the floor. There were a couple of used condoms. He never used a condom on me. I felt I was betraying him, who gave me so much pleasure, but I had to do it. I did take his bag, a soda and a hostess apple by that was there and left them outside the door, instead of throwing them away. I did get an STD check after that, and was okay.
It was the best sexual experience of my life, but I never cheated on my fiance/husband since then. I think about that experience almost every time I masturbate, and sometimes when I am having sex. It still turns me on like nothing else. And no one knows about it, even my best friend.
11 years ago
Personally one of the hottest events I have read about. Am going to jack off to it many times