I was standing in front of my mirror. My eyes following the flow of my auburn-red hair as it cascaded in broad curls over my shoulders and collar bones. Some strands touched my breasts, lightly stroking my soft pale nakedness. My nipples faced upward and slightly outward, their large aureoles perky and slightly reddish, matching my cheeks and hair and making the rest of my skin appear even whiter.
Two very large jet-black black hands were reaching around me from behind, their fingertips circling my sensitive aureoles. The blackness of their skin reinforced the paleness of mine. The palms of Abdul’s hands and the insides of his fingers were lighter in tone than the rest of his body, but still stood out dark against my white breasts. The skin of his fingertips was coarse, no doubt from his heavy work. Here was a man of real strength and ability. The thought excited me. My eyes and his met in the mirror. A perfect couple in harmony. My heart was racing away. Abdul towered head and shoulders above me and was pressing his dark naked muscular body against my back. I could feel his huge and warm phallus growing with our closeness. My hand stretched out behind me and met his huge organ of pleasure. It felt enormous. It must have been thicker than my husband’s wrist. Its surface was crenelated with veins, and although it was hard and upright as a bone, its surface was soft and sensual and reacted to my touch. Just to convince myself that it really was his manly organ I was touching and not his wrist, I ran my fingers all the way to its circumcised tip and then back to its base. There I found testicles so large that my hand could only touch one at a time. My fingers went back to the tip in a slow zig-zagging movement that met with his approval. My vagina was moistening in anticipation of receiving him.
He twisted me around to face him and we locked into a deep kiss. His arms cradled my quivering body as I forced my tongue onto his. Heat and desire flashed through me. Abdul lifted me gently and placed me onto the bed. My legs were now wide apart. With one hand I pressed against his muscular buttocks as he prepared to penetrate me. I liked to imagine I was helping and guiding him in, but with his powerful hip muscles, it wouldn’t have made any difference if I was pushing him in or pushing him away. I took the massive tip of his penis in my other hand and rubbed it first along the lips of my vagina, and then against my clitoris. The moisture was welling within me as I had never felt before. He brushed my hand away with his fingers and pushed the huge tip straight into me. The place where it belonged. A hurricane of pleasure swept through me.
As he rammed deeper into me with long slow strokes, I looked into the intensity of his eyes. I had no control over what was happening and didn’t want it. I then looked over at the mirror and the movement of his hips, moving continuously and purposely and unstoppably like waves on the ocean. His blackness forcing its way into my whiteness. was so beautiful and so right, each stroke delivering fresh pleasure. I embraced him and kissed him and desired for this moment to last forever.
I knew I was fertile right now. I had recently stopped taking birth control and my husband Justin and I were going to try and conceive tonight. But now rather than Justin penetrating me, here was Abdul in his place. Truth be told, it never even occurred to ask Abdul to pull out or use a condom. Justin and the baby he desired were far away from my thoughts.
Abdul was a refugee from some place in Africa. He had two wives back in his village and had, despite being in his mid 20s, already fathered seven children with them. He had only recently arrived in Germany and was struggling to find his place in this cold and complicated country. He had grown sad and was regretting having come. I had tried to cheer him up, which was why I had cut to the topic of sex. He admitted that he had never seen a white woman naked before, let alone made love to one. We had only met at the bus stop earlier today and he had told me his whole story there and then as we sat side by side on the bench. I had wanted to comfort him and be his prize and reward and welcome to Germany. I wanted to help him integrate into this new world and new life. I had even heard it said that the asylum authorities look kindlier on applicants with ****** in Germany and wondered if a child might count as such. I had mentioned this to him. Also, I had never had sex with a black man before and I was ready to live out what was my deepest fantasy.
Now his suffering clearly as far from his thoughts as Justin was from mine. He pumped me harder. Orgasms tore through every inch of my flesh. I felt that heaven must feel like this. Justin would have finished long ago but Abdul just kept on going.
And then it happened. The sound of a car on the driveway. Justin! I stopped in shock. I cried something. I wanted Abdul to pull out now, to let me run and put things in order. I think he understood what was happening, but his reaction was not what I wanted. He held his penis deep inside me and pinned me down with his strong arms. In that same moment, even while the garage door was still whining, he unloaded his warm seed deep into my body. Even after it had passed he held me still and another wave followed. Finally he pulled out. His huge phallus was still erect, and a trail of his sperm still hung between it and my labia.
I was now nervous as crazy and whispered for him to get dressed and go away. I knew I still had a little time. I could hear the whining of the garage door stop. Justin still had to drive the car inside and then roll the door back down. He wouldn’t be in the house for a bit yet. I helped Abdul out through the kitchen door, his shoes still undone and jacket open. I straightened my own T-shirt just as Justin came in through the front door. My bra strap was twisted and irritated me.
I had to fake a headache that night. It’s not that I didn’t want sex with Justin. In fact I did, if only because I felt bad for cheating him. But Abdul’s seed was still trickling from my vagina and I didn’t know how to hide it. Justin snuggled up to me and kissed me goodnight. Soon he was fast asleep. I lay awake, gently stroking my aureoles. These breasts would soon be feeding a black baby. I felt bad for cheating on Justin, for denying him his chance to procreate. But I knew he had a soft heart and that he would understand that Abdul had needed it more than he had.
Two very large jet-black black hands were reaching around me from behind, their fingertips circling my sensitive aureoles. The blackness of their skin reinforced the paleness of mine. The palms of Abdul’s hands and the insides of his fingers were lighter in tone than the rest of his body, but still stood out dark against my white breasts. The skin of his fingertips was coarse, no doubt from his heavy work. Here was a man of real strength and ability. The thought excited me. My eyes and his met in the mirror. A perfect couple in harmony. My heart was racing away. Abdul towered head and shoulders above me and was pressing his dark naked muscular body against my back. I could feel his huge and warm phallus growing with our closeness. My hand stretched out behind me and met his huge organ of pleasure. It felt enormous. It must have been thicker than my husband’s wrist. Its surface was crenelated with veins, and although it was hard and upright as a bone, its surface was soft and sensual and reacted to my touch. Just to convince myself that it really was his manly organ I was touching and not his wrist, I ran my fingers all the way to its circumcised tip and then back to its base. There I found testicles so large that my hand could only touch one at a time. My fingers went back to the tip in a slow zig-zagging movement that met with his approval. My vagina was moistening in anticipation of receiving him.
He twisted me around to face him and we locked into a deep kiss. His arms cradled my quivering body as I forced my tongue onto his. Heat and desire flashed through me. Abdul lifted me gently and placed me onto the bed. My legs were now wide apart. With one hand I pressed against his muscular buttocks as he prepared to penetrate me. I liked to imagine I was helping and guiding him in, but with his powerful hip muscles, it wouldn’t have made any difference if I was pushing him in or pushing him away. I took the massive tip of his penis in my other hand and rubbed it first along the lips of my vagina, and then against my clitoris. The moisture was welling within me as I had never felt before. He brushed my hand away with his fingers and pushed the huge tip straight into me. The place where it belonged. A hurricane of pleasure swept through me.
As he rammed deeper into me with long slow strokes, I looked into the intensity of his eyes. I had no control over what was happening and didn’t want it. I then looked over at the mirror and the movement of his hips, moving continuously and purposely and unstoppably like waves on the ocean. His blackness forcing its way into my whiteness. was so beautiful and so right, each stroke delivering fresh pleasure. I embraced him and kissed him and desired for this moment to last forever.
I knew I was fertile right now. I had recently stopped taking birth control and my husband Justin and I were going to try and conceive tonight. But now rather than Justin penetrating me, here was Abdul in his place. Truth be told, it never even occurred to ask Abdul to pull out or use a condom. Justin and the baby he desired were far away from my thoughts.
Abdul was a refugee from some place in Africa. He had two wives back in his village and had, despite being in his mid 20s, already fathered seven children with them. He had only recently arrived in Germany and was struggling to find his place in this cold and complicated country. He had grown sad and was regretting having come. I had tried to cheer him up, which was why I had cut to the topic of sex. He admitted that he had never seen a white woman naked before, let alone made love to one. We had only met at the bus stop earlier today and he had told me his whole story there and then as we sat side by side on the bench. I had wanted to comfort him and be his prize and reward and welcome to Germany. I wanted to help him integrate into this new world and new life. I had even heard it said that the asylum authorities look kindlier on applicants with ****** in Germany and wondered if a child might count as such. I had mentioned this to him. Also, I had never had sex with a black man before and I was ready to live out what was my deepest fantasy.
Now his suffering clearly as far from his thoughts as Justin was from mine. He pumped me harder. Orgasms tore through every inch of my flesh. I felt that heaven must feel like this. Justin would have finished long ago but Abdul just kept on going.
And then it happened. The sound of a car on the driveway. Justin! I stopped in shock. I cried something. I wanted Abdul to pull out now, to let me run and put things in order. I think he understood what was happening, but his reaction was not what I wanted. He held his penis deep inside me and pinned me down with his strong arms. In that same moment, even while the garage door was still whining, he unloaded his warm seed deep into my body. Even after it had passed he held me still and another wave followed. Finally he pulled out. His huge phallus was still erect, and a trail of his sperm still hung between it and my labia.
I was now nervous as crazy and whispered for him to get dressed and go away. I knew I still had a little time. I could hear the whining of the garage door stop. Justin still had to drive the car inside and then roll the door back down. He wouldn’t be in the house for a bit yet. I helped Abdul out through the kitchen door, his shoes still undone and jacket open. I straightened my own T-shirt just as Justin came in through the front door. My bra strap was twisted and irritated me.
I had to fake a headache that night. It’s not that I didn’t want sex with Justin. In fact I did, if only because I felt bad for cheating him. But Abdul’s seed was still trickling from my vagina and I didn’t know how to hide it. Justin snuggled up to me and kissed me goodnight. Soon he was fast asleep. I lay awake, gently stroking my aureoles. These breasts would soon be feeding a black baby. I felt bad for cheating on Justin, for denying him his chance to procreate. But I knew he had a soft heart and that he would understand that Abdul had needed it more than he had.
