LOW MACKED BY BLACK MAN
I recently became a slut for black men. I often wonder how this happened. My name is Linda for the sake of this letter. Am 34 years old 5' 9" with long curly blond hair, long legs and a shapely ass. I live in San Diego, Ca and have a white husband and two beautiful k**s. I was born in the south in a small town of about 20,000 people, my family was very upscale middle class with my father being a well respected doctor for all the local folks in towns, my mother was the nurse at the office he maintainted. I went to a southern college and was a cheerleader, homecoming queen in my senior year. During my years in college I met my husband and he was class president of our senior class in college. We married right after college and he became a navy pilot. This was about 12 years ago, we had a wonderful life, I had a chance to travel all over the world and we were view by our circle of people as being the nice married couple. I was very faithful to my husband and had not cheated on him with another man, in fact I had only been with one other man before our marriage.
About a year ago this all changed, my husband invited me out to a happy hour party that was being held for one of the guys who was leaving the service. This officer's name was Billy who was black and whom I knew thru my husband. We arrived at the club for happy hour around 6 p.m. The crowd was mixed and we went to the table with Billy and a few other couples. There was the usually small talk about military, and the ladies had their chats. After a few drinks and a little later in the night, the crowd start to change from people who usually come there from work to the people that for there for night dancing. This was my first time there but I could see a lot of white females coming in the club with black men. One of the other females who was named Vickie whispered to me that there was a lot of good looking black men here. I really had not noticed any of the guys, because being from the south we always look at black as being second class citizens and that black men was violent and had little drive to succeed. I didn't completely agree with all the things I was taught at an early age and at the time had no physical attraction toward toward black men. I had lived a very sheltered life that involved my husband and the k**s. The few times I went out was usually shopping malls, parks and walks on the beach with other navy wives.
But my attention was on why were so many white females on the arms of black men, and a few were quite attractive. My husband Dave also noticed this and stated very lowly to me that this must be interracial night. My husband had known Billy for about four years but deep down inside I knew that he hated seeing black men with white females. The dance floor started to fill up with people and I was noticing how this very sexy white female was dancing with a black man, he had his hand all over her ass and they were grinding on the dance floor and I began to wonder have I been sheltered too long, or was this just California.
Right around this time Billy asked me did I mind dancing with him, my heart all jumped out of my chest on to the table when he reach over the table and he touched me on the shoulder, I was suprised and also shocked that he had asked. I gathered myself and calmly stated no thanks, but he insisted and that when I looked at my husband wondering what to do, I had told this black man no, but he was still insisting, to my surprise my husband said go ahead and dance with him, its his retirement party. I slowly got up from the table and moved toward the dance floor, my mind was thinking what in the hell am I doing. I hardly get out the house let alone going on the dance floor with a black man, the entrance to the dance floor was crowded and felt myself pushing past people to get on the floor, that is when Billy grabbed me by the hand. If at that moment, if I hadn't felt the presence of this man's strength I would have stopped and pulled him back and told him the floor was too crowded.
Billy stood about 6' 3" and 230lbs with a rock hard body. My husband and him work out at the navy base. This much I did know because he had picked my husband up at home to go the the gym on a couple occasions and he was about 4 inches taller than my husband and about 40lbs heavier. My husband I consider to be a fit and well groomed man but in comparsion to this man leading me out on the dance floor he looked small, I noticed all the other guys moving to the side to let us by and as I was passing by the guys would look at my ass. We finally made it to the floor and I was so nervous I thought I would fall on the dance floor, Billy start to move to the music. I had not heard the song before and was beginning to wonder would my legs move to the beat, they did, Billy was a nice dancer that moved very gracefully and I could see his muscles through his tightly fitted shirt. I tried not to make any eye contact, and that is when he told me to relax and let my body groove to the music, I knew I looked out of place dancing with this guy and just want the record to end. He again was trying to make small talk and I tried my best to hear him over the loud music. He told me I had nice movement and for the first time I looked into his face and I noticed that he had a nice smile, with eyes that seemed to know my every thoughts. And for the first time I had saw a black man as other than a second class citizen.
Billy seemed to be well educated, nice, very confident. That is when he moved a little closer and started to gently touch my waist, I wondered was this a way of getting physical or just to protect me from all the other people on the dance floor, the floor was crowded which was good because I looked toward my husband but could not see him. His hand felt so strong on my waist, and for the first time in my life I felt a tingle run through my cunt from the touch of a man. I felt this could not be happening to me, I'm married, my parents never had any thing nice to say about blacks, but I knew Billy was an outstanding young man who was an officer and gentlemen. The song ended and he took me back to my husband and told him thanks for letting me dance with him.
We stayed at the club for another hour and I tried to avoid eye contact but had to look at Billy again both times hoping to catch him not looking but he saw my eye the second time and I quickly looked down and pretended to be stirring my drink. He did dance with the other two females who were married to the other officers. By the way Billy was single and from what I knew was not involved with anyone but had been divorced over four years ago and had two c***dren. My husabnd had told me he was to become an engineer with a local firm and he looked to be about 32 years old. But I had never hung out with blacks and probably was just guessing since most of the other officers ranged in age from about 32 thru 36. We left the club and my last time seeing Billy.
My husband being A Navy Pilot had to go out to sea about two months later, which was normal work-up procedures for an officer on a carrier. My husband was up for a promotion to commanding officer and I just wanted to be the good wife and support him for the time being. My mind would occasionally think about the night out when I danced with Billy, I began to wonder were black men as large between the legs as the myths had it, was I just having stupid thoughts. Once in college, one of the cheerleaders had slept with a black guy who was a star football player and I overheard her telling one of the other girls about how muscular he was and how she fucked and sucked his big black dick all night. I rushed out of the dressing room because in my circle of friends of mine we just didn't talk like that and certainly not about a black man.
Most of the other cheerleaders stated that she was a slut and had slept with about 10 of the football players black and white. My husband had been gone out to sea for about three weeks and I had received several phone calls from him. I had also run into a couple of the girls from the club who were married to the officers at the navy exchange, we had small talk and Vickie stated She thought Billy was such a hunk, I didn't say anything hoping to brush pass that comment. My husband came and went out to sea on three other occasions but the last time he was out I got a call and I answered the phone, from the voice I knew It was not my husband, he say hello is this Linda, and the voice sounded familar, that was when he stated this is Billy, I told him my husband was out to sea and would not be back for another week. He stated he knew my husband was out to sea and was calling to talk to me.
I wondered what on god's earth do we have to talk about, usually whenever Billy had called before I would mostly speak and give the phone to my husband. I wanted to hang up but my mind started to think about that dance we had together and decided to hear him out. He told me He knew that I was surprised at the call but to know if I was okay and would I maybe go out sometime with him for a drink or dancing to get of out the house. I knew this was buillshit talk but tried to be nice and stated that I had to always keep my k**s when they get out from school... He asked if I could find a baby sitter sometimes, I told him he knows that I am married and my husband don't approve of me going out with other guys when he is not around and for what its worth I don't even go out with other females.
He must have read my mind, he came back with an answer that was so smooth and I knew it was bullshit but It sound good. He stated that he had been having doubts about his separation from the military and he just need to talk to a friend and express what he was going thru on his new job. I told him I would think about it and get back with him. He stated that he would pay for a baby sitter and what this weekend. For some stupid reason I said yes and he stated he knew this nice place five miles from my house to meet for a drink. I said okay I will see you saturday. To make a long story short I met Billly knowing that he had other plans with me, I wanted to call him back but didn't know his number, for the next day, I was thinking what am I doing, does he think am some silly white woman who is just out looking for some black stud, how could he have the nerve to contact me and ask me out, had some of the other navy officers told him that I was easy. But for some some unknown reason I met him at 7 p.m. on friday. I put on a rather short black skirt, my husband always stated I look nice and sexy in that outfit. I arranged for a friend to keep my k**s and told them I was going to visit a friend from college who was visiting L.A for a couple of days.
I met Billy at the bar at 7 p.m. and for some reason I could not convince myself to not go thru with this. I got there and he was no where to be found and I looked around to see if there was a black guy there, I didn't see him Billy with his size usually stand out in a crowd and certainly with there being no other black men there I would have noticed him. I felt so ashamed, I told there what am I doing coming to a bar to meet a black man and he does not even show up. A couple of white guys passed and tried to make small talk and I was not too friendly, so they kept on walking. I headed for the bar and ordered some wine and decided that if he was not here by the time I finished this drink I was getting the hell out of here, and at that moment someone touched me on the shoulder and I was hoping that it was Billy for the sake of not being embarassed anymore.
It was him, I look into this ebony man's eyes and for that short period I wanted to just fall in to his chest, and at that moment I gathered myself and smiled and stated that he was late, He smiled and say that he could not decide on which jacket to wear and said that he was only five minutes late. I looked at my watch and saw that he was right. I asked for the $50.00 I had to pay the baby sitter and he kindly say okay you didn't forget and asked the waiter for change for a $20.00 and gave me $50.00. I looked him over and there was this very imposing man who was 6' 3" broad shoulders, perfect teeth and with smooth brown skin. I had never looked at a black man like this before and unlike before he knew I was looking and I did nothing to hide it. For that period of time all the other people in the bar of about thirty people were looking at us, I can usually turn heads when am dressed wih my long curly blond hair and I had put in that extra effort to show my figure that evening. I felt like a queen who had found her black knight. Billy looked good with his tailor made jacket, gold chain on his neck and matching band on arm. This man really looked sharp and you could tell he spent time getting dressed and to top that off his cologne smelt really nice.
We talked about a hour about his new job, military but we were making a lot of eye contact. I told him I had to use the restroom and would be right back, I left the bar and all the eyes looked my way. I passed by the two guys who had tried to talk to me when I first entered the bar, they looked my way and made no effort to hide what they had to say, they stated what a sexy fucking white bitch like that doing with that nigger, fucking nigger probably a football player. I rushed into the restroom and good there was no one there, I felt this natural high that I never felt before, I rushed into a stall opened my legs and started to finger myself, I wondered what this hunk of a black man would feel like between my legs, I was touching myself thinking about Billy, I put two fingers in my cunt, I was so wet it felt so good, I knew that I was going to be a whore for this black man. I heard someone else come thru the door and I stopped to pull up my panties and gather myself back together.
I went to a mirror and did a touch up with my make-up and left the restroom. I wondered would Billy know or sense what I was thinking, I was hoping that I had put all my clothing back in place, I was hoping that he wouldn't see anything that would give me away but I knew just by showing up was telling him something, I felt for the first time in my life like a slutty white bitch and my walk probably was a little different. We left after about five minutes and went to another club, he wanted to go dancing and wanted me to ride with him, I tried to find a way to say no but he was a convincing son of a bitch. I was plainly trying to play the nice white girl who was married and hoping that he didn't see what I was really feeling. This club we went to was completely different form the first club, I knew nothing about the night life in San Diego, There was many more blacks and a few white females, I felt out of place when we walked in the door, but now Billy was holding my hand as if I was his woman, this sort of surprised me but it assured me it was okay. I noticed that he now had a hard side to his personality than I had not noticed before, he told me when you are on the rough side of town you don't want to show any sign of weakness especially when you are with an attractive white woman, silly me I had know idea what he was talking about.
The music was hip hop and R & B, all the guys there were looking at my ass I could feel the eyes on my ass. We got a table, danced a few times and Billy was much bolder than the retirement party we had attended, he was touching my ass when we danced and looking at me and smiling, I had completely forgotton that I was married with two k**s. We had a couple of drinks and they played a slow song, he asked me to dance and I said no way, am married. He stated this club has only 3 or 4 other white people in here you think anyone care about you being married in here, all the people in here assume since you're with me, that you are my woman, and just like all the other times I found myself giving in. We danced on a bump and grind song, I didn't know how to slow dance the way he did and he just told me to follow his lead, I found myself holding him tighter and feeling like such a whore in a black crowd like this with a black tall muscular man. He looked into my eyes and stated that am so happy to be with you and we kissed for the first time, which seemed to last forever, when we stopped I looked out and saw another black man staring at me, I wonder did he know that I was married, did he know Billy or what. My mind and pussy was racing at million miles per second.
After the dance I told Billy I had to go to the rest room, I had to get control of myself, in the rest room I was not going to repeat the same act as before. The rest room was filled with black females, I had never been in a restroom with this many black females before, I almost didn't go in I really just want to gather myself. They looked and stared at me, like where this bitch came from she definitely don't belong here, this heavy black female looked at me and said girl come in and close the fucking door. Another stated the fucking white bitches got a lot of nerve to come in here looking for our men. Stupid little me stated I am just out with a friend to dance and that I was married, all the black females started to laugh, bitch where are you from, all the white bitches that come in here are married just like you, looking for that big black peter. I rushed out of the restroom and could hear them laughing and went back to the table and told Billy to get me the fuck out here and kept walking for the door. I was so embarassed, and felt like a cheap white whore, he followed me outside and tried to comfort me, and asked what happened.
I told him what had happened, and he stated that black females are just jealous and think the white females are trying to take their men, I started to cry and asked him take me home, no one had talked to me like that before, there were a few other guys on the outside, they asked what was wrong with blondie and he told them what happened, he asked them if they would mind bringing me some tissue and they say okay, Billy had this air about him that made every seem to do as he asked. I was thinking made be its was because of his size but he had more than just that. He wiped my eyes and held me so tight right there on the wall of the club, and gave me the most passionate kiss in my life, we left the club and he asked if I wanted to go to his house for a drink, I stated that the baby sitter was expecting me back around midnight knowing I was lying. He asked me to use his cell phone and call and tell her I was going to be a couple hours late. I told him I couldn't make a call from his car, he stated he would stop at a store and I could get outside of the car to make the call. He did and I went through the motion of that I was calling my friend, which I knew exactly what I want. I want this black man tonight and was a married whore just like the black female stated.
I got back into the car and by now I knew that I had no more control and he knew it also. He asked me was everything okay and for the drive to his house we didn't say another word. To my surprise he lived in a very nice house in a very nice area of town, I was very happy to see that. We got out the car and he let down the garage door and that is when he came around my side of the car and opened the door, he sensed that I was thinking what in the hell have I gotten myself into. I got out he held me tight and gave me another passionate kiss and thats when I felt his manhood rubbing up against me, I was breathing very hard by now and he was rubbing his hands all over my body. God this felt good, and I felt my cunt burning up form his heated kiss, He lead me to the door and unlocked the door with his keys. I found myself rubbing his broad shoulders, I was looking at him thinking what is this guy doing single, got a nice home, drives a black BMW and built like a NFL player, for the first time in my life I saw why the cheerleeder wanted to fuck that black man in college, why the white females were hanging on the black man arms at the club, and why black females treated me so hostile.
We entered his house and I was all over this man in the entrance at the door, he was suprised and looked at me with those eyes and stated thats the way a sexy fucking white bitch supposed to treat a brother, He kissed me a few more times and I sure was a bitch in heat, I know what I was doing was wrong, but I had completely lost control, Billy called me a white bitch and to get on my knees and suck his cock, I did as he said, hoping that I would finally get a chance to see a black man's cock and look at it, I almost tore his pants off and he told me to take it easy bitch, He was so different now he had me, I felt so helpless, he grabbed both of my arms and stopped me and said wait, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants down and took out his dick, my mouth was so hungry to taste his cock I grabbed it and started to suck on it. He stopped me again and helped me follow him across the room on my knees to turn on the light, and this towering black man looked down at me and I felt like such a white whore and it felt so good to be helpless to a strong attractive black man. He said you have never had a black dick before and I said no, you never felt a black dick before, and I said no, and that is when I looked at his dick. It was rock hard, I felt it, I rubbed it on my face, his dick was about 9 inches long, my husband was no more than 6 inches hard, but the skin of his dick felt so good, he started to call me his white married bitch and that he knew I wanted to fuck him from the first time he saw me. All you white bitches are the same, looking for that big black dick. I felt so ashamed and helpless and I didn't care I felt his cock in my mouth and the smell of his manhood was driving me wild, that is when I knew I had became a whore for black dick.
Billy stood right there in his kitchen with me fully dressed as he told me to stick out my tongue and I did as he asked me to. I could not get my eyes off his large black dick and his muscular body, I had my mouth open and he beat his dick on my tongue for what seemed like five minutes, all the time calling me his whore, that he going to turn me out to be his whore, nice pretty looking, telling me he knew my husband's dick won't be enough for me anymore, He told me not to bite his dick with my teeth. I licked his balls which hung low from his penis. I was so horny, he must have called me a white fucking married whore about thirty times during this short period, my husband had never talked to me like that before, I felt so slutty.
Billy told me to look at him when I suck his dick. He was giving me step by step intructions on how to suck his dick. He now started to pull off his coat and shirt. I stared up at him and saw a man with huge arms and muscular chest his body was sweating which gave him a shiny look and the cut of muscle on his chest and arms drove me wild, I was staring at him with his dick in my mouth. I wondered in my mind just a few months ago I was viewing blacks as second class citizens and now here am down on my knees with a black man's dick stuffed in my mouth, he now told me to pull my panties aside and finger myself, he was still fucking my mouth which was getting tired but could not get enough of the taste of his dick, he grabbed me by the hair and told me to open my mouth wide you fucking white whore, take my dick like a bitch, I closed my eyes and thought I would choke on his dick, that's it bitch, choke on that dick., I took his dick out my mouth and came up for air, I held his dick in my hand and noticed it was as thick as my arm, I was an addict to this man's dick, He told me he was getting tired and needed to sit down, he told me to stay on my knees and follow him over to the sofa, he continued to fuck my mouth like it never have been used before, he was still calling me his white married whore and now I suprised myself by telling him that I was his white married whore.
Since that night he fucked me for one whole year, five of his black friends have fucked me, and just the other day he told me he had a new job somewhere else and would be leaving town, I know this may sound strange but I don't know what to do anymore I have lost control of myself and this story may not sound true but its the god honest truth, and I need to hear from other white females who are married and have been turned out by black men. My husband doesn't know about my relationship with Billy and the other black men......
About a year ago this all changed, my husband invited me out to a happy hour party that was being held for one of the guys who was leaving the service. This officer's name was Billy who was black and whom I knew thru my husband. We arrived at the club for happy hour around 6 p.m. The crowd was mixed and we went to the table with Billy and a few other couples. There was the usually small talk about military, and the ladies had their chats. After a few drinks and a little later in the night, the crowd start to change from people who usually come there from work to the people that for there for night dancing. This was my first time there but I could see a lot of white females coming in the club with black men. One of the other females who was named Vickie whispered to me that there was a lot of good looking black men here. I really had not noticed any of the guys, because being from the south we always look at black as being second class citizens and that black men was violent and had little drive to succeed. I didn't completely agree with all the things I was taught at an early age and at the time had no physical attraction toward toward black men. I had lived a very sheltered life that involved my husband and the k**s. The few times I went out was usually shopping malls, parks and walks on the beach with other navy wives.
But my attention was on why were so many white females on the arms of black men, and a few were quite attractive. My husband Dave also noticed this and stated very lowly to me that this must be interracial night. My husband had known Billy for about four years but deep down inside I knew that he hated seeing black men with white females. The dance floor started to fill up with people and I was noticing how this very sexy white female was dancing with a black man, he had his hand all over her ass and they were grinding on the dance floor and I began to wonder have I been sheltered too long, or was this just California.
Right around this time Billy asked me did I mind dancing with him, my heart all jumped out of my chest on to the table when he reach over the table and he touched me on the shoulder, I was suprised and also shocked that he had asked. I gathered myself and calmly stated no thanks, but he insisted and that when I looked at my husband wondering what to do, I had told this black man no, but he was still insisting, to my surprise my husband said go ahead and dance with him, its his retirement party. I slowly got up from the table and moved toward the dance floor, my mind was thinking what in the hell am I doing. I hardly get out the house let alone going on the dance floor with a black man, the entrance to the dance floor was crowded and felt myself pushing past people to get on the floor, that is when Billy grabbed me by the hand. If at that moment, if I hadn't felt the presence of this man's strength I would have stopped and pulled him back and told him the floor was too crowded.
Billy stood about 6' 3" and 230lbs with a rock hard body. My husband and him work out at the navy base. This much I did know because he had picked my husband up at home to go the the gym on a couple occasions and he was about 4 inches taller than my husband and about 40lbs heavier. My husband I consider to be a fit and well groomed man but in comparsion to this man leading me out on the dance floor he looked small, I noticed all the other guys moving to the side to let us by and as I was passing by the guys would look at my ass. We finally made it to the floor and I was so nervous I thought I would fall on the dance floor, Billy start to move to the music. I had not heard the song before and was beginning to wonder would my legs move to the beat, they did, Billy was a nice dancer that moved very gracefully and I could see his muscles through his tightly fitted shirt. I tried not to make any eye contact, and that is when he told me to relax and let my body groove to the music, I knew I looked out of place dancing with this guy and just want the record to end. He again was trying to make small talk and I tried my best to hear him over the loud music. He told me I had nice movement and for the first time I looked into his face and I noticed that he had a nice smile, with eyes that seemed to know my every thoughts. And for the first time I had saw a black man as other than a second class citizen.
Billy seemed to be well educated, nice, very confident. That is when he moved a little closer and started to gently touch my waist, I wondered was this a way of getting physical or just to protect me from all the other people on the dance floor, the floor was crowded which was good because I looked toward my husband but could not see him. His hand felt so strong on my waist, and for the first time in my life I felt a tingle run through my cunt from the touch of a man. I felt this could not be happening to me, I'm married, my parents never had any thing nice to say about blacks, but I knew Billy was an outstanding young man who was an officer and gentlemen. The song ended and he took me back to my husband and told him thanks for letting me dance with him.
We stayed at the club for another hour and I tried to avoid eye contact but had to look at Billy again both times hoping to catch him not looking but he saw my eye the second time and I quickly looked down and pretended to be stirring my drink. He did dance with the other two females who were married to the other officers. By the way Billy was single and from what I knew was not involved with anyone but had been divorced over four years ago and had two c***dren. My husabnd had told me he was to become an engineer with a local firm and he looked to be about 32 years old. But I had never hung out with blacks and probably was just guessing since most of the other officers ranged in age from about 32 thru 36. We left the club and my last time seeing Billy.
My husband being A Navy Pilot had to go out to sea about two months later, which was normal work-up procedures for an officer on a carrier. My husband was up for a promotion to commanding officer and I just wanted to be the good wife and support him for the time being. My mind would occasionally think about the night out when I danced with Billy, I began to wonder were black men as large between the legs as the myths had it, was I just having stupid thoughts. Once in college, one of the cheerleaders had slept with a black guy who was a star football player and I overheard her telling one of the other girls about how muscular he was and how she fucked and sucked his big black dick all night. I rushed out of the dressing room because in my circle of friends of mine we just didn't talk like that and certainly not about a black man.
Most of the other cheerleaders stated that she was a slut and had slept with about 10 of the football players black and white. My husband had been gone out to sea for about three weeks and I had received several phone calls from him. I had also run into a couple of the girls from the club who were married to the officers at the navy exchange, we had small talk and Vickie stated She thought Billy was such a hunk, I didn't say anything hoping to brush pass that comment. My husband came and went out to sea on three other occasions but the last time he was out I got a call and I answered the phone, from the voice I knew It was not my husband, he say hello is this Linda, and the voice sounded familar, that was when he stated this is Billy, I told him my husband was out to sea and would not be back for another week. He stated he knew my husband was out to sea and was calling to talk to me.
I wondered what on god's earth do we have to talk about, usually whenever Billy had called before I would mostly speak and give the phone to my husband. I wanted to hang up but my mind started to think about that dance we had together and decided to hear him out. He told me He knew that I was surprised at the call but to know if I was okay and would I maybe go out sometime with him for a drink or dancing to get of out the house. I knew this was buillshit talk but tried to be nice and stated that I had to always keep my k**s when they get out from school... He asked if I could find a baby sitter sometimes, I told him he knows that I am married and my husband don't approve of me going out with other guys when he is not around and for what its worth I don't even go out with other females.
He must have read my mind, he came back with an answer that was so smooth and I knew it was bullshit but It sound good. He stated that he had been having doubts about his separation from the military and he just need to talk to a friend and express what he was going thru on his new job. I told him I would think about it and get back with him. He stated that he would pay for a baby sitter and what this weekend. For some stupid reason I said yes and he stated he knew this nice place five miles from my house to meet for a drink. I said okay I will see you saturday. To make a long story short I met Billly knowing that he had other plans with me, I wanted to call him back but didn't know his number, for the next day, I was thinking what am I doing, does he think am some silly white woman who is just out looking for some black stud, how could he have the nerve to contact me and ask me out, had some of the other navy officers told him that I was easy. But for some some unknown reason I met him at 7 p.m. on friday. I put on a rather short black skirt, my husband always stated I look nice and sexy in that outfit. I arranged for a friend to keep my k**s and told them I was going to visit a friend from college who was visiting L.A for a couple of days.
I met Billy at the bar at 7 p.m. and for some reason I could not convince myself to not go thru with this. I got there and he was no where to be found and I looked around to see if there was a black guy there, I didn't see him Billy with his size usually stand out in a crowd and certainly with there being no other black men there I would have noticed him. I felt so ashamed, I told there what am I doing coming to a bar to meet a black man and he does not even show up. A couple of white guys passed and tried to make small talk and I was not too friendly, so they kept on walking. I headed for the bar and ordered some wine and decided that if he was not here by the time I finished this drink I was getting the hell out of here, and at that moment someone touched me on the shoulder and I was hoping that it was Billy for the sake of not being embarassed anymore.
It was him, I look into this ebony man's eyes and for that short period I wanted to just fall in to his chest, and at that moment I gathered myself and smiled and stated that he was late, He smiled and say that he could not decide on which jacket to wear and said that he was only five minutes late. I looked at my watch and saw that he was right. I asked for the $50.00 I had to pay the baby sitter and he kindly say okay you didn't forget and asked the waiter for change for a $20.00 and gave me $50.00. I looked him over and there was this very imposing man who was 6' 3" broad shoulders, perfect teeth and with smooth brown skin. I had never looked at a black man like this before and unlike before he knew I was looking and I did nothing to hide it. For that period of time all the other people in the bar of about thirty people were looking at us, I can usually turn heads when am dressed wih my long curly blond hair and I had put in that extra effort to show my figure that evening. I felt like a queen who had found her black knight. Billy looked good with his tailor made jacket, gold chain on his neck and matching band on arm. This man really looked sharp and you could tell he spent time getting dressed and to top that off his cologne smelt really nice.
We talked about a hour about his new job, military but we were making a lot of eye contact. I told him I had to use the restroom and would be right back, I left the bar and all the eyes looked my way. I passed by the two guys who had tried to talk to me when I first entered the bar, they looked my way and made no effort to hide what they had to say, they stated what a sexy fucking white bitch like that doing with that nigger, fucking nigger probably a football player. I rushed into the restroom and good there was no one there, I felt this natural high that I never felt before, I rushed into a stall opened my legs and started to finger myself, I wondered what this hunk of a black man would feel like between my legs, I was touching myself thinking about Billy, I put two fingers in my cunt, I was so wet it felt so good, I knew that I was going to be a whore for this black man. I heard someone else come thru the door and I stopped to pull up my panties and gather myself back together.
I went to a mirror and did a touch up with my make-up and left the restroom. I wondered would Billy know or sense what I was thinking, I was hoping that I had put all my clothing back in place, I was hoping that he wouldn't see anything that would give me away but I knew just by showing up was telling him something, I felt for the first time in my life like a slutty white bitch and my walk probably was a little different. We left after about five minutes and went to another club, he wanted to go dancing and wanted me to ride with him, I tried to find a way to say no but he was a convincing son of a bitch. I was plainly trying to play the nice white girl who was married and hoping that he didn't see what I was really feeling. This club we went to was completely different form the first club, I knew nothing about the night life in San Diego, There was many more blacks and a few white females, I felt out of place when we walked in the door, but now Billy was holding my hand as if I was his woman, this sort of surprised me but it assured me it was okay. I noticed that he now had a hard side to his personality than I had not noticed before, he told me when you are on the rough side of town you don't want to show any sign of weakness especially when you are with an attractive white woman, silly me I had know idea what he was talking about.
The music was hip hop and R & B, all the guys there were looking at my ass I could feel the eyes on my ass. We got a table, danced a few times and Billy was much bolder than the retirement party we had attended, he was touching my ass when we danced and looking at me and smiling, I had completely forgotton that I was married with two k**s. We had a couple of drinks and they played a slow song, he asked me to dance and I said no way, am married. He stated this club has only 3 or 4 other white people in here you think anyone care about you being married in here, all the people in here assume since you're with me, that you are my woman, and just like all the other times I found myself giving in. We danced on a bump and grind song, I didn't know how to slow dance the way he did and he just told me to follow his lead, I found myself holding him tighter and feeling like such a whore in a black crowd like this with a black tall muscular man. He looked into my eyes and stated that am so happy to be with you and we kissed for the first time, which seemed to last forever, when we stopped I looked out and saw another black man staring at me, I wonder did he know that I was married, did he know Billy or what. My mind and pussy was racing at million miles per second.
After the dance I told Billy I had to go to the rest room, I had to get control of myself, in the rest room I was not going to repeat the same act as before. The rest room was filled with black females, I had never been in a restroom with this many black females before, I almost didn't go in I really just want to gather myself. They looked and stared at me, like where this bitch came from she definitely don't belong here, this heavy black female looked at me and said girl come in and close the fucking door. Another stated the fucking white bitches got a lot of nerve to come in here looking for our men. Stupid little me stated I am just out with a friend to dance and that I was married, all the black females started to laugh, bitch where are you from, all the white bitches that come in here are married just like you, looking for that big black peter. I rushed out of the restroom and could hear them laughing and went back to the table and told Billy to get me the fuck out here and kept walking for the door. I was so embarassed, and felt like a cheap white whore, he followed me outside and tried to comfort me, and asked what happened.
I told him what had happened, and he stated that black females are just jealous and think the white females are trying to take their men, I started to cry and asked him take me home, no one had talked to me like that before, there were a few other guys on the outside, they asked what was wrong with blondie and he told them what happened, he asked them if they would mind bringing me some tissue and they say okay, Billy had this air about him that made every seem to do as he asked. I was thinking made be its was because of his size but he had more than just that. He wiped my eyes and held me so tight right there on the wall of the club, and gave me the most passionate kiss in my life, we left the club and he asked if I wanted to go to his house for a drink, I stated that the baby sitter was expecting me back around midnight knowing I was lying. He asked me to use his cell phone and call and tell her I was going to be a couple hours late. I told him I couldn't make a call from his car, he stated he would stop at a store and I could get outside of the car to make the call. He did and I went through the motion of that I was calling my friend, which I knew exactly what I want. I want this black man tonight and was a married whore just like the black female stated.
I got back into the car and by now I knew that I had no more control and he knew it also. He asked me was everything okay and for the drive to his house we didn't say another word. To my surprise he lived in a very nice house in a very nice area of town, I was very happy to see that. We got out the car and he let down the garage door and that is when he came around my side of the car and opened the door, he sensed that I was thinking what in the hell have I gotten myself into. I got out he held me tight and gave me another passionate kiss and thats when I felt his manhood rubbing up against me, I was breathing very hard by now and he was rubbing his hands all over my body. God this felt good, and I felt my cunt burning up form his heated kiss, He lead me to the door and unlocked the door with his keys. I found myself rubbing his broad shoulders, I was looking at him thinking what is this guy doing single, got a nice home, drives a black BMW and built like a NFL player, for the first time in my life I saw why the cheerleeder wanted to fuck that black man in college, why the white females were hanging on the black man arms at the club, and why black females treated me so hostile.
We entered his house and I was all over this man in the entrance at the door, he was suprised and looked at me with those eyes and stated thats the way a sexy fucking white bitch supposed to treat a brother, He kissed me a few more times and I sure was a bitch in heat, I know what I was doing was wrong, but I had completely lost control, Billy called me a white bitch and to get on my knees and suck his cock, I did as he said, hoping that I would finally get a chance to see a black man's cock and look at it, I almost tore his pants off and he told me to take it easy bitch, He was so different now he had me, I felt so helpless, he grabbed both of my arms and stopped me and said wait, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants down and took out his dick, my mouth was so hungry to taste his cock I grabbed it and started to suck on it. He stopped me again and helped me follow him across the room on my knees to turn on the light, and this towering black man looked down at me and I felt like such a white whore and it felt so good to be helpless to a strong attractive black man. He said you have never had a black dick before and I said no, you never felt a black dick before, and I said no, and that is when I looked at his dick. It was rock hard, I felt it, I rubbed it on my face, his dick was about 9 inches long, my husband was no more than 6 inches hard, but the skin of his dick felt so good, he started to call me his white married bitch and that he knew I wanted to fuck him from the first time he saw me. All you white bitches are the same, looking for that big black dick. I felt so ashamed and helpless and I didn't care I felt his cock in my mouth and the smell of his manhood was driving me wild, that is when I knew I had became a whore for black dick.
Billy stood right there in his kitchen with me fully dressed as he told me to stick out my tongue and I did as he asked me to. I could not get my eyes off his large black dick and his muscular body, I had my mouth open and he beat his dick on my tongue for what seemed like five minutes, all the time calling me his whore, that he going to turn me out to be his whore, nice pretty looking, telling me he knew my husband's dick won't be enough for me anymore, He told me not to bite his dick with my teeth. I licked his balls which hung low from his penis. I was so horny, he must have called me a white fucking married whore about thirty times during this short period, my husband had never talked to me like that before, I felt so slutty.
Billy told me to look at him when I suck his dick. He was giving me step by step intructions on how to suck his dick. He now started to pull off his coat and shirt. I stared up at him and saw a man with huge arms and muscular chest his body was sweating which gave him a shiny look and the cut of muscle on his chest and arms drove me wild, I was staring at him with his dick in my mouth. I wondered in my mind just a few months ago I was viewing blacks as second class citizens and now here am down on my knees with a black man's dick stuffed in my mouth, he now told me to pull my panties aside and finger myself, he was still fucking my mouth which was getting tired but could not get enough of the taste of his dick, he grabbed me by the hair and told me to open my mouth wide you fucking white whore, take my dick like a bitch, I closed my eyes and thought I would choke on his dick, that's it bitch, choke on that dick., I took his dick out my mouth and came up for air, I held his dick in my hand and noticed it was as thick as my arm, I was an addict to this man's dick, He told me he was getting tired and needed to sit down, he told me to stay on my knees and follow him over to the sofa, he continued to fuck my mouth like it never have been used before, he was still calling me his white married whore and now I suprised myself by telling him that I was his white married whore.
Since that night he fucked me for one whole year, five of his black friends have fucked me, and just the other day he told me he had a new job somewhere else and would be leaving town, I know this may sound strange but I don't know what to do anymore I have lost control of myself and this story may not sound true but its the god honest truth, and I need to hear from other white females who are married and have been turned out by black men. My husband doesn't know about my relationship with Billy and the other black men......
4 years ago