My Intro to IR Sex pt 3: My Second Taste

OK, so here's the conclusion about my first time having sex with a black man...
If you haven't read the other 2 parts (Backstory and First Taste), please go do so now so that this makes more sense...go on, I'll wait right here for you. I might touch myself a little while you're gone, though... ;)

OK, back? All caught up? OK, here we go...

It is now the morning after...after what, you ask? Dang it I thought you said you were caught up!
I am being gently shaken awake, an unfamiliar deep voice saying:
"Girl, I don't know how long it take you to get ready...you probably oughta get up..."

Talk about disoriented!
I managed to open one eye and it took a few seconds to get my bearings...

Strange hotel room?
Ah yes, my orientation trip...
Throbbing head?
Ah yea, those shots of Jaegar and tequila...
Large semi-naked black man standing over me?
OH HOLY CRAP!

My previous day + evening was coming back in slow waves, but the sight and sounds of HIM brought things back like a TIDAL WAVES crashing down! I looked down to see that I waking up in the exact same state I had fallen asleep in: bra still on put pushed down to my waist, one pantyhose leg off and one still on, my panties bunched up with them on my upper thigh...

I looked over at...crap, what was his name again? It was a girl's name, that's what had started this whole mess...Stacy? Oh yeah, Courtney. Seriously, who names their son "Courtney"? If his momma had named his Jamal or LeRoy like she was supposed to, this might not have happened...

"I done got my shower," he said, standing before me in his boxers, T-shirt, and little black socks. "Yo' turn..."

I glanced at the clock, terror sweeping over me as I knew I had an orientation session to be at this morning...whew, it was later than I would have normally gotten myself up at, but just enough time to get ready...I lurched out of bed and promptly staggered against the wall, Courtney grabbing my arm to help balance me...I yanked away and hurried to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before throwing up...

OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP! WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHAT HAVE I DONE?
were some of thoughts going thru my head as I heaved my guts up...

I stood to inspect myself in the mirror and HOLY CRAP it was a freak show!
My hair was rumpled and standing straight, like I was in an 80's heavy metal band...my mascara had run down my face and my lipstick was smeared, my blush rubbed off completely...OMG, was that a hickey on the side of my boob? And on my shoulder, close to my neck? My pantyhose were in absolute shreds and my knees had red 'mattress burn' marks...but the worst part was my poor pussy, all red and puffy, with what was obviously come (his? mine?) dried all over it and on my inner thighs...

I jumped in the hot shower and just wanted to stand there for a couple hours and pretend all this never happened...I was NOT in the mood for corporate schmoozing today, but this was my first "REAL" job and I had no choice...it would look terrible if I "called out sick" after so many had seen me dancing and boozing it up the night before...

Afterwards I wrapped up in a towel and stepped out into the room...he handed me a cup of coffee, which was actually a really nice thing to do...but I was still extremely freaked out about what had just happened the night before and was trying desperately to stretch the towel to cover more of myself as I asked him if he could give me some privacy to get ready?

He gave me a slightly bemused look, as if to say: "Really? 'Cause you know that we just..."
But he was a good sport, saying he was going to run down to the lobby and get something to eat...

I got ready, putting on a different navy blue skirt/jacket, white blouse and fresh tan pantyhose to replace the ones from yesterday that looked they had been dropped into the tiger's pen at the zoo. I didn't have time for my full "glam Mandi" look, instead settling for "utilitarian work Mandi" with ponytail...which was totally appropriate for a business setting...once I'd determined that I didn't totally look like a stripper who'd been on an all-night meth bender, I headed out...

I felt like I had a red "A" on my chest as I rode the elevator, crossed the lobby, began mingling with people, etc...I was certain they were looking at me like: "what a slut" and even though I had showered, that I still reeked of booze and Negro sex. Of course, I didn't look any worse for wear than most others who partied much later and harder than I did...in fact, I knew that I looked more than acceptable, but still there was just a sense of shame and guilt...

At first it wasn't too bad as my attention was divided by all the hand-shaking and people-meeting I was doing, introducing myself and where I was from and a little about myself (LOL, if they only knew!)...but after the seminars got started and I was sitting in a classroom environment did my mind start to wander and reflect on what I had done the night before...

I mean, I *knew* that I'd had too much to drink and did things with Courtney that I should NOT have...but it was all still pretty blurry at that point...I just couldn't believe I'd actually done it with a black guy. If you read my Backstory then you know I'm totally NOT racist, but it was just something I never thought I would ever do! All the girls I was aware of who had been with black guys were either fat or nasty or both. I know that sounds harsh, but it was true of every girl I knew of in high school or college. And I heard how white guys talked about white girls who dated/had sex with black guys...they called them sluts or whores or worse...

Oh wait, did I say "them"? I guess I should say "us" now, right? Because I had joined that club last night...I mean, I had never even had a one-night-stand before or even sex with a boy I hadn't been dating for awhile and had already said the "L" word to...not only did I just have a one-night-stand, but it was with a stranger and not just a stranger, but an old chubby ugly black man! And it had been NASTY and DIRTY sex...I was having trouble remembering all the details, but I knew it had been dirtier and nastier than anything I had previously done...

LOL, my stomach was rubbery, but I was determined NOT to throw up again no matter what. I was trying to concentrate in my seminar (luckily I've always been the kind who could just sort of listen in class and still do well), but my mind kept wandering. And as the day crept along (and I was still sobering up from the night before LOL), more and more specific details starting coming back to me...

Something as simple as me reaching down to scratch my foot, and I would get a flash of his hands had been on my feet...slide my foot in and out of my shoe and I was reminded of my sole rubbing over his face and my toes dipping into his mouth...I crossed my legs and the seam of my pantyhose would rub my clit, a sudden jolt of memory of his thumb on my clit, tugging my pantyhose down...

He was sitting a few rows over and down from me, and to his credit he wasn't making eye contact with me. But just the sight of his hands, his head, his face, were all triggering strong memories in me as more and more of our romp kept coming back to me. At one point, he spoke out loud and the sound of his deep grumbling voice was suddenly not just across the way but right in my ear, saying all sorts of nasty stuff to me...

During our lunch break, I went to the bathroom to inspect myself and fortunately my poor tender pussy was back to its normal light pink color and no longer swollen...I was relieved to see it was *NOT* permanently stretched out by the big black dick that had previously occupied it...nor were there any cooties crawling around on it...I had gone on "the pill" about a year earlier once I had begun planning my wedding, so no worries there...but I would definitely get tested for STD's as soon as I got back home...

And it was at some point during this loooong day of seminars that things began to change a bit for me, mentally...I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about what I had done, so I stopped trying to put it out of my mind...well, that progressed from just thinking about it to out-and-out RE-LIVING it in my head. I was chewing the end of my (black LOL) pen, remembering him sticking his black dick in my mouth, coming at my face almost comically like something out of a 3D movie...then that moment later on when I totally surrendered myself to him, my arms and legs wrapped around him while we kissed and his fire-hydrant-sized dick filled up my pussy like nothing before ever had...

It was then that I noticed that I'd hungrily chewed my black pen to a nub and had been bouncing my leg so briskly that I nearly sent my heel danglilng off my foot and sailing across the room. That feeling in the pit of my stomach had gone from hungover-queasy to...

HORNY queasy?

NO!
It couldn't be!!!?!
Could it?

But as much as I tried to deny it, all the images constantly swirling my brain we no longer disgusting me, but arousing me....I had spent the first part of the morning trying to put them out of my mind, but now I was actually welcoming them! My pussy and nipples had gone from tingling in a sore way to tingling in a MORE way! I had begun my morning trying to plan how we were going to DEFINITELY get seperate rooms for tonight, to now telling myself what was the point? And was wondering what exactly WOULD happen later on...

What the what?
This was inconceivable!
It was bad enough what I did last night while tipsy, but to even consider it again...

(no one knows you here)

the little voice in my head said....

(and as long as you already have done it once...)

grrr, be quiet, little voice...

(its not like you can UN-do what you did last night...)

la-la-la, not listening little voice...

(no one back home will ever know)

...crap, that's true...

"LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD"

crap, that was HIS voice, right in my ear as he rubbed my feet, making my feet squirm there in class at the memory...

(ol' Romneybilt would crap his pants if he knew you had sex with a black guy...)

oh crap. crap crap crap. That was so totally true as Romneybilt was a closet racist and the thought of white women with black men absolutely tore him up...the thought of him being a fly on the wall in the room last night and watching Courtney screw me made a shiver go thru my body...watching that older black man with a MUCH BIGGER dick not just FUCK me but FUCK ME WELL! Make me come...TWICE! Make me suck his big black dick, after it had been inside me...LOVING the taste of it! Making me do all sorts of nasty slutty stuff than I had NEVER done with Romneybilt...

Yeah, that was getting me going...and I realized there was no point in denying that the sex had been SPECTACULAR and yeah...I actually go for more of it!

Our sessions did not end til nearly 7pm and after they dismissed us, plans were being made to break off in groups for dinner and/or more partying...the thought of more booze made nauseous and I wasn't particularly hungry...I was wondering how the evening would proceed, when I noticed that Courtney had moved up beside me as we mingled...

"You going out to dinner and dranks?" he asked, the first words he'd said to me all day since we left the room this morning...I shook my head 'no' and he just laughed.
"Me neither." he said. "Thinking about just going back to the room...maybe gettin a pizza, watching TV or something..."
"yeah, that sounds good..." I replied, wondering if that was an invitation...or what?

We rode the elevator together and I had a momentary flash of panic: crap, do people see us go to the same room? But he got off the elevator the floor before ours, passing me by with a slight grin on his face.

I got to the room first and had time to wonder how this would progress...? If it would progress at all? Would we eat pizza and watch a Golden Girls re-run, just see if anything happens...?

I heard his key card in the door a couple minutes later and my heart jumped up in my chest. He casually put his stuff down, slipped off his jacket and strolled right up to me...pulled me to my feet and pulled me right up against him...firmly, but not roughly, his hands gripping my butt cheeks...

"Been thinking about dis shit all day..." he grumbled, making me feel it like an earthquake against him as much as hear him say it. I couldn't tell if he was telling me or asking me, and I guess it didn't matter as he lifted me up to kiss him...

And I surprised myself because I was the one slipping my tongue into HIS mouth...I was the one grabbing the back of his balding head to pull myself up to my tip-toes up closer to him...I was the one rubbing my stiff tingling nipples against his chest...I was the one lifting a foot off the ground to wrap a leg around him and hump my crotch against his...

LOL, I couldn't believe how horny and slutty I was acting!

We were making out passionately and I guess all my questions of what was going to happen next were being answered! We took turns kissing and nuzzling each other's necks and ears, him whispering huskily to me what "damn you sexy!" and telling me again how he was going to make me feel good...crap, I already WAS starting to feel good!

He ran his hand along my jaw, his fingers brushing my lips while he kissed my neck, and out of instinct I grabbed his palm and pushed his thick thumb into my mouth. We locked eyes as I began sucking his thumb and his face broke out into a wide smile...

"Now that's what I'm talking about..." he said as he reached down to unzip his pants while he guided me down with his other hand (the one I was currently sucking on LOL)

OK, time to play the "I NEVER" game again (I had already played it A LOT so far!)
But I had NEVER willing gone down to suck a guy's dick like that...with my previous boyfriends, it would always just be a quick nibble on his genitals, him nibble on mine, before we had intercourse...I mean, I didn't MIND doing it, but I had never really WANTED TO...not like this, where I was eagerly awaiting him to fish his dick out of his pants and I had NEVER gasped in delight and licked my lips like I did when I saw that big fat black dick emerge...

I couldn't help myself but lunge forward to put it in my mouth! I wanted to taste it soooo bad!
Not just sorta lick on it like I did with my white boyfriends, but really SUCK IT, trying to pull as much of that flavor into my mouth as I could! I was acting like SUCH A SLUT! I looked up at him and he was looking down at me and grinning as he held onto my hair and slid his dick in and out of my mouth. This would have normally MORTIFIED me, as I always previously hid my face from guys when giving head. But I wanted him to see me do it. And I wanted to see him seeing ME do it...

Finally I noticed he was not looking at me, but off to the side and grinning wider, if that possible...I followed his line of vision to see what he was seeing, and...

oh my.

We were in front of the mirror over the dresser and there was this blonde slut who kinda looked like a trashy version of me with an enormous black dick in her mouth. Well, maybe I could've denied it before, but there was no denying this! At first it felt very awkward to see, but I couldn't tear my eyes away! We both watched me suck his black dick in the mirror, watched me push his pants + underwear all the way down to the floor, watched me grab and squeeze his big butt cheeks and use them to slid my mouth back and forth on his dick...

"You like watchin dat shit, don't you?" he asked.
"Yeweoaigsldkgasei..." I replied with a mouth full of black dick.

After awhile he pulled me up to my feet to give me a deeeeep kiss, something no other guy had ever done to me after a blowjob, and then direct me to sit on the edge of the bed...I did and he got down in the floor in front of me, lifting my skirt up...I was just staring down at him, like in a trance, as he slid my pantyhose and panties off, taking the time to nibble and lick at my heels, soles, and toes just as he did the night before...

And then he began eating my pussy...

OK, another myth busted. Black guys DO eat pussy and me oh my was he ever good at it. Those BIG purple lips covered my girlie parts and I couldn't stop myself from trembling...not only could I look down and see his face licking my clit, but I could look up in the mirror and his wide balding black head between my legs...holy crap, I looked SO SLUTTY like that, my legs spread wide for him, my feet still glistening with his saliva and my toes curling...I was becoming more and more aware of how sexually sensitive my feet were, another first, as I began rubbing them all over his broad shoulders and the sides of his head...

I'd never had a guy eat my pussy for very long, usually just a nibble, but he was really taking his time with it and driving me C R A Z Y! I found myself getting louder and louder, panting and squealing, urging him on...normally I wanted guys to do it longer, but I was actually wanting him to stop and FUCK ME! And I whispered that to him, but he just kept on sucking on my clit...oh my goodness, was HE actually teasing ME!?!?! I didn't think it worked like that!

FINALLY after I was nearly in a froth, he got back up and kissed me deeply, swirling the flavors of my own pussy into my own mouth..and OH MY it was wonderful! If you'd asked me before this trip, I would've said that was disgusting! But now there I was, hungrily sucking my own flavors off his thick lips and tongue...I grabbed his dick and asked him to PLLLEEEEAAASSSSE put it in me...and he quickly whirled me around so that I was up on my knees of the edge of the bed, my feet hanging off the edge as he got behind me...

"Look..." he whispered, grabbing a handful of blonde hair and turning my head towards the mirror right as his big black dick parted my pussy lips...

Oh. My.
Me, looking like an b**st on all 4's as his big belly rested on my butt and that huge black dick disappeared inside me...once again I imagined not just the mirror, but Romneybilt on the other side, watching me act like a a****l with this big ugly black guy pulling my hair and smacking my butt while he fucked me from behind...

At first, the angle of my view was more from the front, Courtney behind me, his big belly + chest rippling as he slammed into me, our bodies slapping and my boobs swinging...him grabbing at said swinging boobs, pulling at my hair, reaching around to put his fingers in my mouth, lean over to stick his fat tongue in my ear and my mouth...then more from the side, him lifting my left leg with his so that I could actually see his big black dick sliding in and out of me...

Then both of us on the bed together in a spooning position, our legs spread towards the mirror and oh what a sight THAT was! Folks, they call it 'bumping uglies' for a reason and this was such a spread-open and NASTY view, his dick looking like a black ARM sliding in and out of me, to the point where it almost looked like I was giving birth to it! I was astounded that something that big could not only fit inside me, but feel WONDERFUL and not painful like I would've expected...

From this view I could see his hands all over my boobs and our legs tangled up...his feet were so long and in contrast to my little tiny pink ones...I found the contrast of our feet nearly as exciting as watching his black dick slide in and out of me, and I began rubbing my feet all over his shins and feet, LOVING the way it made them feel...

Finally I slid out from beside him and down to put his big black dick in my mouth again...his black dick was glistening with my pussy juices and I hungrily licked and sucked on it, still watching in the mirror the whole time...he grabbed my back end and pulled me ontop to 6ixty-9ine him. Now, I *had* tried 6ixty-9ining before but didn't really get much out of it, thought it was too distracting...but 'distracting' was DEFINITELY not the word I would have used this time and I began moaning as I wiggled around on his face with a mouthful of his big black dick...

Eventually he slid me forward so that I was riding his dick, facing away from him and yep...towards the mirror...WOW, what a view this was! I was utterly unrecognizable, my hair matted with sweat to my head, my makeup runny and smeared, my boobs bouncing as I rode this giant black man, my abs clenching as I worked my hips in circles on him (LOL, when did I learn to do that?!?) But most of all was the look on my face...I have no idea who that nasty slut was I was looking at, but she had this glassy, stoned look on her face...she was clearly in the throes of lust and I truly once again wished Romneybilt could it her (me) as well...

We had been undressing each other a little at a time during our romp, until now we were both completely bare...once again, I was entranced with the sight of his huge feet both in front of me and in the mirror...they were dark as coal on tops, but light as mocha on the bottoms and I was enjoying watching them clench and curl just like mine were doing!

He was playing with both my soles as well as my butt during this position, and it was all starting to get to me...I leaned forward to really slam up and down on him good as he ran his hands all over me...every few slams, I'd grind down HARD and he reached around to massage my clit as I did this and before too long....BAM!

I had a very very intense orgasm, my entire body clenching up into a knot, a pause, before releasing like that knot being slowly pulled loose...needless to say I'd never seen myself come before and to be honest I still didn't see *too* much of it, my eyes either shutting tight or seeing red + blurry LOL. I wanted to touch everything, every part of him and me, my hands scrambling to my boobs, down to his legs, to my own soles...and I wanted things in my mouth, wanted his fingers, MY fingers...

Finally I collapsed in a heap and he quickly flung me off him and whipped himself around so that he was between my legs missionary style...for such a big, older guy, he was VERY agile (at least when it came to sex anyway!)...he pushed my legs back to my shoulders and drove himself downward and into me...OH. MY.
I glanced over in the mirror to see my bare feet up on his shoulders and flopping around limply as he pounded me. He grabbed one moist foot and began licking and sucking it and rubbing it all over his face...

We kinda rolled around for a little bit like that in variations of the missionary position...it was harder for me to see us in the mirror like this, as his wide body mostly blocked my view...but I did get occasional glimpses of his big black body nearly smothering mine, my legs around him wide torso, my scrunched soles facing the mirror, his big butt jiggling as he fucked me, his big hairy balls slapping against my backside...

Then suddenly, it happened...it just all got too much for to take anymore...this had been longer and more physical sex than I've had in the past 6 months combined...and after that last orgasm, my pussy quickly began to get dry and sort down there...I made him stop, apologizing profusely to him...I mean, I didn't really want to stop either!

"Dat pussy sore, huh?" he grumbled, rolling off me...
I nodded sheepishly. I didn't want him to think I was a light-weight...even though I totally still was at this point.

"I bet dat mouth aint..." he said, it took me a second to realize what he meant. He gently guided my head down and I quickly opened my mouth for him.

He had hold of my head and was thrusting his hips up, basically fucking my mouth nearly as vigorously as he just had been my pussy. OK, talk about ANOTHER FIRST! I had once had a guy come in my mouth, without warning, and hated it...But I had never ever WILLINGLY put a dick in my mouth for the sole purpose of making it come. Oh, but I was MORE than willing to do this, I was hungry for it...I WANTED to taste him, to taste my orgasm on him and most especially to taste his semen. I reached down to massage his giant hairy balls to coax the come out of them and it didn't take long at all before he gave me exactly what I wanted...

I saw his toes curl up just before a hot blast of come squirt out of his dick and hit the back of my throat...I'd like to say I handled it well, but it was quite a bit for an inexperienced swallower like me...yeah, I coughed and gagged a little, mostly at the sheer volume of his eruption. But I made up for it by hungrily licking every drop of it off his dick and balls...

And yes, later on that night we DID order a pizza, me answering the door wearing only his massive white dress shirt, the delivery boy looking up and down before glancing over my shoulder at the large black man lounging on the bed in his boxers and flipping channels...yes, a look of (disgust? lust?) passed over his face before I smiled at him and shut the door...hey, what the heck? I'll never see that guy again!

We slept naked together and in the morning i awoke first, just staring down at both of our naked forms, still somewhat in shock and disbelief at what I had done. I was fascinated with his big black body, especially his massive dick and balls, and went down to inspect them closer while Courtney snored. I always thought dicks were ugly, all pink and veiny and weird-looking like Spam...but this thing before me was majestic and mouth-watering, looking like a large slab of dark chocolate brownie before me...

and have I told you how much I LOVE chocolate? ;)
You see where this is going, right?

I mean, I had only seen it hard and bulging...it was neat to see it soft but still thick and full, and I wanted to touch it...he stirred but didn't wake...it was so warm, I could feel his heart beating in it! Finally I just HAD to give it one last taste, and began swirling my tongue all over the big head of it, up and down the shaft, even down to lick and suck his hairy lemon-sized balls...

He evenutally woke up, but not before I spent some time exploring every inch of his crotch with my lips and tongue...it was amazing feeling it get harder and harder and harder in my mouth, another new sensation for me...this was a very long oral exploration that naturally evolved into a long sexy blow-job...he tried to touch me, but I was waaaaay too sore + sensitive down there for that...but that was OK, this was about ME pleasuring HIM, worshiping his big black dick with my eager mouth because I wanted to...lost track of time, but it felt like I worshipped his big black dick for an hour before he finally rewarded me with another load of his piping hot come...and THIS TIME I swallowed every drop as it shot out!

And after the conference was over, we parted ways...the closer my plane got me back home, the whole time there with him felt hazy like a crazy dream...but I knew that I would never ever be the same afterwards...it was like a whole new part of me was awake, like my eyes were open sexually for the first time ever...once we were on the ground, I saw a black baggage handler and immediately wondered if he had a big beautiful black dick like Courtney and what it might taste like...and when I dipped my stockinged foot out of my shoe, his eyes cut down at it and I felt a tremor run throughout my body...and I wondered if my adventures were just beginning...?

late,
mandi