How I got Turn Out by Black Cock

Getting turned out is not something that's easy to talk about. Its not because its such a traumatic event, rather its more the sheer amazement of it happening. My body feels different to me. Its as if I finally reached the goal of doing all that a woman can achieve during an orgasm. The first time I had big black cock, which I talked about on my profile, was incomprehensible and I knew at that time that I had been “sprung” as my Husband describes it. In my words I would call it having my boundaries of sensuality pushed beyond my expectations to the degree that I had an acute sexual interest in a partner which caused a profound emotional captivation. I don't believe in love at first sight. I do believe in love at first black cock though.
Richard had made me come more than than I ever had during a single session of intercourse. I knew over the years that he would eventually make me come more than I ever had. The difference with being turned out is that you knew that this will happen over the course of the next few months. If we would have had more time to meet it would have happened over the course of a couple of weeks and it wasn't because I hadn't tried to come my ass off before.
There's nothing more frustrating than trying to tell someone how to get you off who just doesn't take the time to pay attention. I felt I'd given enough white men the opportunity to sexually fulfill me and prior to black cock the results had ranged from crappy to decent. After black cock I revised those results from horrendously paltry to mediocre at best. I had a hard time even talking about sex to my husband after I had sex with him. My inhibitions ranged from jealousy to shame and when it came to the source of the embarrassment it was because I had to admit that my choice in lovers had been so pathetic.
In fact my sex life had been so horrible I realized I was sexually retarded because there were so many things I was outright ignorant about when it came to sex. I wasn't even sure I would be able to please him because there were so many things I had been unwilling to do with my former partners. I'm ashamed but I must confess that I had to learn how to give him a proper blow job. The main reason was because I'd never handled a cock that big! It was hard to get my mouth around it.
What helped soothe me was that the men who had boasted about what they could do to me in the bedroom were some of the rudest most self centered jerks a woman could be cursed to meet. Yet this handsome well hung dark man was so patient and understanding. We worked together and I learned how to do so many things. He was my big black cock sex counselor and over the course of various trips to the sex store, watching porn on the internet and having it explained to me, and mmmm “training sessions, I turned into a real sexual vixen.
I realized the slut I wanted to be. He plunged so deep into my cunt that he broke down the walls of my own sexual repression and released the freak in me. I turned from a white piece of meat barely able to hang on under his powerful thrusts into a ravishing sex starved strumpet who couldn't get enough of him in my mouth or my pussy and sprayed all over me! I knew I was turned out the day he turned to me after coming his brains out and told me I'd come out of the closet and turned into a real cum whore. I was blissfully rubbing his seed into my tits at the time. I smiled deeply and kissed him. It was the best thing he could have ever said to me!