My Intro to IR Sex pt 2: My First Taste

Hey yo, I'm back! Sorry it took so long, but...life, right?
I was pleased at all the positive reactions to my intro post, so here goes the rest...

To catch you up: I was fresh out of college and freshly cheated on by my fiancee Romneybilt (FYI: not his real name)...yes, I was devastated. In my young life, I had NEVER been rejected on any level by a guy. Other girls got cheated on, not me. Of course, in my young life, I had experienced A LOT of things, as I was about to find out...

So as part of my new job I get sent to a large Midwestern city for orientation...I should have been totally excited about this first step in my new career, but I was despondent and depressed and tried my best to get out of going altogether. This was the first major trial + tribulation of my life and I just wasn't up to being my usual charming and eager self on a business trip.

But I had to go, so I did...I had a few friends telling me that getting away for a couple days and doing some corporate schmoozing and partying would be good for me, but I just wasn't seeing it. I envisioned evenings alone in my room moping. :(

So after a long "half-day" at work (nearly 8 hours LOL), I headed to the airport and boarded my flight, all decked out in my business clothes. Back then, the official dress code for women at the level I was: navy blue skirt/blazer/suit, white blouse, and tan/nude pantyhose...LOL, since then the dress code has been relaxed from "mandatory" to "optional but encouraged" but its still what I wear most days due to its crisp professional look (other reasons, too...more on that as we move on).

Funny note: Would you believe that its actually in our dress code that ladies may slip out of our heels and walk around in our bare stocking feet if and only if we are behind a counter and out of guest sight? ;)

So late afternoon I land and go to the hotel/convention center where we are staying, near to corporate offices. The plan was to get settled in then head right over to the initial welcome/corporate meet-n-greet, which was to lead to dinner, drinks and socializing...the next day was more formal classroom orientation stuff.

So I get to my room and am getting unpacked. I saw that I was assigned a roommate, which was disappointing to me, I'd hoped to mope around on my own. I was wondering what she might turn out to be like, when suddenly my door opened and there was a black guy standing there, card-key and luggage in hand!

Luckily I was still dressed, but still squealed in shock at the sight of him opening my door! After all the initial screaming and confusion (LOL), he told me his name and assured me that he WAS indeed assigned to this room...I did indeed recognize his name as the one on the room card belonging to my assigned roommate. He had one of those androgynous names that could be either guy or girl (ie Stacy, Tracey, Courtney, etc) and in all fairness he said that these type of mix-ups happened to him quite a bit (although we were both a little disappointed that our own company had botched it up!)

I told him that I expected he would leave (since I was already unpacked) and he surprised me by being quite firm that the room was just as much in his name as it was mine and that I should be the one moving!
LOL, I wasn't used to NOT getting my way! He had this very stand-offish attitude (my dad would've called him "uppity" LOL) about the matter, that made me think it was because he was black and not going to back down because of that. I wasn't used to people being this confrontational with me, but was standing my ground as well with him!

Well, there really wasn't time to discuss it further, as it was nearly time for our corporate meet-n-greet. We mutually decided we would head over to that, and then bring the issue to the front desk and let them decide who would be moving vs who would be staying...

So the corporate meet-n-greet proceeded and I have to admit that I was a little reserved at first due to my personal situation. But as the thing progressed, I found myself reverting to my natural state of being able to socialize and schmooze, even when I'm not in the mood on the inside. This was especially true as the event moved from the formal conference room to the lounge area and dance floor.

I'd been to plenty of college/frat parties as well as church events in my life, but this was different...more mature and professional, I guess. But some things never change, as guys immediately began hitting on me. The things that were different this time were:
a. I was truly a single girl for the first time in my 'adult' life
b. no one here knew me

And it was the 2nd thought that was swirling my head even more than the first as I began doing Jaeger shots and dancing. No one knew who I was nor my history, and it didn't matter what they thought about who I was talking to or who I was dancing with. I had been under a microscope most of my life and this was a very welcome change. No one judging or taking notes = a breath of fresh air...

Believe me, this marked me for much of my future behavior...

While I'm dancing and socializing, I realized that I could dance with, flirt with, heck even make out with any of the desperate guys around me and NO ONE WOULD EVEN KNOW! This was a revelation to me, and was making me just a little excited to think about...while the guys around me were various degrees of cute/charming/regular, there wasn't one I was really crazy enough about to sneak off with...so even though I was absolutely LOVING all the attention i was getting, I decided to retire to my room at some point by myself...but with the knowledge that there was indeed a big world out there of fun people who DIDN'T know me, whom I could party with and have fun and maybe even MORE and my life would be more than OK...

And it was in this frame of mind that I staggered down the hallway in my pantyhose feet carrying my shoes and opened the door to my room to see...HIM! LOL, I'm going to call him "Courtney" from here on, sitting back on one of the twin beds with his shoes off and tie loosened, watching ESPN on TV.

OK, this is where I'm honest and admit that I was pretty hammered at this point in the evening after dancing and several shots of Jaegar and tequila. While most of my friends (and fiancee) binge-drank in college, I was usually the responsible one who drove people home. So my tolerance was pretty low...which made life pretty blurry for me at this point. Hence, so is much of what follows...

So there was that initial shock (once again) of a stranger being in "my" room. He said "aw shit, here we go...", but I was waaaay too tired and groggy to fight with him again and instead plopped down on the other bed and asking if there was some way we could work this out. He said that since it was already so late we should just "chill" and sort it out later. Sounded good to me! I didn't stop to think when "later" might be, but all I knew was that taking a load off and chilling DID sound good at that moment.

He offered me a drink (LOL, the LAST thing I needed at that moment!), pulling a bottle of mysterious amber liquid out of his suitcase and pouring me some over ice. Turns out he was VERY easy to talk to, a VERY funny guy, and I found it quite easy to sit there and chat with him as we sat facing each other on opposite twin beds in the hotel room, swirling our drinks with ice clinking in the glasses.

Somehow the conversation turned to me and my life, and before long I was spilling my guts to him, giving him all the details of my recent break-up and the 4 years that preceded it. Like I said, he was a great listener, and pretty soon was making me laugh pretty easily, pointing out all the obvious ways that Romneybilt was clearly a jerk. He kept saying "You didn't notice something wrong wit dat?" at stuff Romneybuilt had done to me, which made me laugh harder and louder every time, simply because he was totally RIGHT...how did I NOT notice that Romneybilt was a total self-serving douche-bag?

Honestly, it didn't really strike me as weird or threatening at first, being alone in this hotel room with a strange black man at least 20 years older than me. Of course, I was quite tipsy and I suppose my judgment was slightly askew...but still, it didn't seem "like that" to me, at all. To be perfectly honest, I had NEVER been attracted to black guys "like that". I know people like to think that all white girls sit and wonder about big black dicks and if the rumours about black men being amazing in bed are true...but unfortunately not all white girls do. I, for one, never did. I would occasionally see a black guy I thought was attractive (usually light-skinned guys), but I never once thought of them sexually...

And that definitely applied to the black guy I was currently sharing this room (and my life history) with...he was older, mid-40's, not really fat but def out-of-shape kinda thick-across-the-middle...I once described him to someone as a Steve Harvey-type, and that is not too far off...

I think the fact I wasn't explicitly sexually attracted to him actually made it easier for him to swoop in and take advantage of me...oh yeas, I won't try to sugar-coat that: he totally took adavantage of me that night in my current state of mind, both fragile from my recent break-up and lubricated from cheap drinks from the hotel lounge and his bottle...but I don't hold that against him. No, in fact he did me one of the greatest favors of my young life...

So yeah it was at that point that I noticed he was sitting beside me on my mattress instead on the other bed facing me like he had previously been...how sneaky! I think it was under the pretense of handing me another drink, but all I know is that he's sitting beside me and wait...is he putting my legs across his lap and rubbing my feet?

Yes! He was rubbing my feet while we were talking and it felt AMAZING! Part of me was pretty sure I should tell him to stop, but it felt so good and no one was around to see, so WHO CARES?!?

And then this amazing thing happened, at some point the conversation had drifted from just my failed relationship and how lame Romneybilt was, to our sex life. Which I had NEVER discussed with ANYBODY to that point. But it was so easy to talk to Courtney about it, and besides he was rubbing my feet and besides no one would ever know and...

I began to realize how LAME my sex life had been up to that point...like I said before, it felt like I was a porn star while it was happening, but looking back on it at that moment, I began to realize how sheltered and plain it had all been as I described it. For example, I realized that Courtney was paying more attention to my feet than Romneybilt ever had, and while I had previously thought that feet were kinda gross, it sure felt good what Courtney was doing to them down there...

And that's when I realized this *other* thing Courtney was doing to me...

OK, I didn't realize at that exact moment...I only realized it much later, when replaying the events in my head...but here goes:

He was doing this thing where he was massaging the soles of my feet very rhythmically...like, the same kind of rhythm you might associate with humping or intercourse....like DIG his thumbs into my soles, rub rub rub, DIG his thumbs in, rub rub rub, DIG, rub rub rub...etc, you get the point. And I think he was doing this both in relation to the rhythm of the sex stories we were telling...or maybe in relation to my heart beat (which seemed to be getting harder and faster LOL). Not sure, but either way I know he was manipulating my level of lust and desire at that point and like I said: looking back on it, I'm not mad at all that he was...


So there I am, laying back on the pillows of my bed, talking about how sex with Romneybilt had just been OK but how he'd never taken me to the next level...and yeah, my heart is definitely beater faster now, in rhythm with his rubbing, and I'm getting all squirmy, clenching and unclenching my toes...and clenching and unclenching something else as well, the very center of my body...and my breathing is becoming more labored, and my belly is getting fluttery and my nipples are getting hard beneath my blouse...

And then I open my eyes to see Courtney positioned between my legs, which are now spread with my feet up near his face as he stared hungrily at my now-exposed crotch!

Wait...how the heck did THAT happen?!?!

And how long has his hand been on my inner thigh, getting dangerously close to my pussy?
I had been slowly grinding away as I talked about sex I hadn't noticed it...

My body flinched and I began to pull myself away...Courtney grumbled in his deep voice for me to stay still, to lay back and enjoy what he was going to do to me, that I had been a long time coming and that I owed it to myself to LET HIM MAKE ME FEEL GOOD!
And that was what sounded in my mind "LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD"

holy crap, THAT was exactly what I wanted, to just FEEL GOOD!
And there were a ton of other factors adding to the nastiness of this situation and making me (gulp) horny:
that he was older, that he was black, that NO ONE would ever know about it, all of the above swirling together...I mean, I had trouble picturing me giving myself over to an older ugly black man...but at point it was all about the pleasure that I didn't think I deserved and I ABSOLUTELY MELTED!

I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but instead:

"yeah...make me feel good..."

I heard myself tell him, and from that it was on!

He buried his face it the bottoms of my feet, licking and sucking at them in a way that he obviously enjoyed in ways I didn't understand...I mean, I'd been wearing these pantyhose ALL DAY, since 530 in the morning, and it was now after mid-night, at work, on the plane, at the conference, dancing, they TOTALLY had to reek with my foot sweat, but Courtney sure didn't seem to mind as he inhaled deeeeeply and licked my soles!


and his hands pulling my pantyhose down just enough so that his fingers could slip inside me...HOLY CRAP! To feel his fingers inside me and thumb on the outside working my clit, all I could think of was a video game controller. Except I was the one being controlled, by body twisting and shivering in ways I'd never experienced before.
Yes, he made me come HARD and really for the first time ever...I quickly realized all those shivers I'd experienced previously with my white boyfriends weren't really orgasms at all...that THIS was my first real orgasm, my whole body clenching almost painfully all over him, my toes curling and my body thrashing...

And right after my convulsions were slowing and I was laying there in my state of euphoria, I heard him chuckle...and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper unzipping...I glanced down to see him pushing his pants down and thought "OH NO! I NEED TO STOP THIS *NOW*!!!!"

But there it was, his big chocolate dick exposed. The other ones I'd seen were much smaller and pink, like rolls of quarters made of Spam. His dick was much bigger and impressive in its blackness, like a big chocolate-covered banana...and I'd like to tell you that I stopped to contemplate the racial differences and internally debate whether I wanted to have intercourse with a black man...

But what happened next wasn't that intellectual of an exercise...

No, instead he pulled his fingers from my dripping wet pussy (I had no idea my orgasm could be so messy!), and slathered his big black dick with my juices before leaning forward to put it inside me...

LOL!

Inside ME!

My polite little pussy had exactly 3 small-to-medium-sized pink penises in it before that moment, now was being un-romantically invaded by a much bigger black dick! I opened my mouth to scream or to protest or to tell that NO THAT DIDNT BELONG THERE, but there was only his face right over mine, repeating that he needed to make me feel good and covering my mouth with his own big fat purple lips and tongue, kissing me deeply while his black dick sank into me...

And yes, there was that defining moment where I felt his big black dick buried deep inside me, to the hilt, while he covered my mouth with his own, and at that moment I simply gave in...I relaxed whatever defenses I still pretended to employ and wrapped both my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, my fingers gripping the back of his black head, continuing to kiss him deeply and allowing him to fuck me...

and fuck me, he did!
LOTS of nasty talk in my ear that I was not prepared for, my pussy still tingling from this orgasm I just had...it was literally a new world expanding for me at that moment, and all I could do was lay on my back and watch in unfold for me!

LOL, it was very important for him to point out that it was BIG BLACK DICK that I was currently getting from him, and how that it was BIG BLACK DICK that was making me feel so good and didn't I just LOVE how BIG BLACK DICK felt? OMG, I would've said anything he wanted at that point and pretty much was LOL...

It was about then that he said something about me sucking it, and then pulled it out of me and unceremoniously pushed my head down to put it in my mouth...O-M-G, that was totally another first for me! I had given BJ's before, but usually just as a prelude to regular intercourse. I had NEVER had a guy pull it out of me and just stick it in my mouth like that before. OBVIOUSLY ESPECIALLY not a black guy! I mean, I could never have imagined wanting to suck a black one, much less a black that had been inside me...

VISUAL IMAGE: Me looking up at him with his fat black dick filling my mouth, him smiling down at me while he fucked my mouth with it...

He melted back on the bed, pulling me on top of him and impaling me with that big black dick...
Now, I had "ridden" in the past, but NOTHING like this...especially how he was urging me on and telling ME to ride HIM and for ME to do whatever it is I liked...this was different in that he was wanting ME to do all the work and to do what felt best to me...I was used to just laying back and letting guys do all the work until they finished up...but he was making me get involved, making me FUCK as well as GET FUCKED...when we first got started, I would thinking how I was letting a black guy fuck me...well, now I fucking a black guy!

It didn't take too long before I found a twisty way of grinding down on him that made my clit tingle...especially when he reached back to gently play with my butt-hole and guide me up down and around on him...I remember looking down on him and him saying "dam you got some nice-ass titties!" And then him locking his big purple lips around my nipples while I rode him, causing me to come (again!) all over him....

After that, he rolled me onto my back, me being a soft pile of jelly at that point...I recall seeing my feet up on his shoulders, one foot bare and the other still covered in nylon as he'd yanked off one leg so I could ride him...as he resumed fucking me, the sounds of his black balls slapping against my ass filling the room as he began pounding me...me thinking: "oh my god, the rumours ARE true; sex with black men really IS better!"

He really seemed to be wanting to drag this out as long as he could...once again, alien concepts to me, as I was used to my white boyfriends getting off as fast as they could. But Courtney really seemed to be enjoying fucking ME, and was prolonging it as much as he could...alternately burying his dick balls-deep inside me and covering my face and neck with wet kisses and nasty words, versus leaning back to drill it into me with my pantyhosed feet up in his face, him licking and sniffing hard at them.

Finally he came HARD, big squirts of his black come splashing my insides...a distant voice in my head pointed out that he hadn't worn a rubber, but the horny side of me totally didn't care, LOVING the feel of him coming inside me...I had made all my previous BF's wear rubbers, so this was a totally amazing feeling. He laid on top of me and kissed me for a bit before peeling himself off to go to the bathroom...I lay there and looked down at my ravaged body, my nips and pussy bright red from all the rubbing and his black semen smeared all across my clit and dripping out of me...

that was one of the last things I remember before drifting away into slumber til the next morning...
and that adventure will be carried into the post...

late,
Mandi