Having had one great black cock experience a few years ago, I had been on a quest to find the right black man to broaden my experience with. I have not wanted to just do casual sex, not even one night stands, but rather to have more than just the cock and ass connection, even having some sense of lovemaking about it. The man I found, Henri, a "Bi" black gentleman of 54 years made a great partner. We were both disease free, and while we both loved ass pounding sex, we liked the intimacy that could go with it. He indulged my feminine desires in the bedroom, and even "claimed" my ass as his, with instructions to enjoy myself, but to fuck only those he offered, keeping us both safe from disease.
One of those, Marcus, was truly "well endowed", and liked the brutal fucking side of sex, more so than the kissing, making out sex. I first fucked him because he was a guest of Henri, and he wanted to share me with his friend. Fucking him was extreme, taking his large cock, and taking his strong, driving strokes, made me know how much I loved black cock. Marcus liked my feminine side, and though I wasn't a true submissive, he wanted to be the stronger of the two of us, making demands of me, telling me that he would call my shots. When I told Henri, he said that I should go along with it because Marcus could give me some good cock.
A few months after meeting Marcus, he had me come over to his place to spend a Saturday and Saturday night. Arriving there, I had met two of his black friends, Kendrick and Julius, both well endowed too. (Actually "hung" fit them better.) The three of them fucked me nearly continually for 18 hours, giving me just a few hours of sleep, and then in the morning verified with me that I was now his black cock slut. During the course of the "training" that they administered, one of them, Julius, and I found that we loved being "loving partners", and making love instead of just fucking. We traded phone numbers, and promised to continue our relation in private.
Julius became my "Brown Sugar Knight", as you will read.
Before leaving Marcus' house, Julius and I had planned that when he was finished with his weekend with his friends that he would call me and we might spend the evening and night together, (I knew that if I got him in my house, I would not let him leave until he had to go home to go to work. I wanted to be held by him, to be under him, and to be able to satisfy him. He was that special too me, and I didn't want to lose the chance to show him how much I cared about him.
At home, I took a nap for a few hours, and when I got up, I again cleaned myself out, wanting to be clean for Julius. I spent the day, fantasizing about him and I having overnight dates. I have had some great cock, used by some skilled guys in the past month, but Julius was a real lover, and I so wanted to be fucked in the context of being made love to.
Late that evening, near nine PM, Julius called, saying that he could be at my place in half an hour. I said: "Baby, I have been watching the clock all day, waiting for you to call me. Come on over. And when you get here, what would you like to see me wearing? Shall I wear "man" clothes, or something girly? I want to be naked but that will be later. For now I want you to see your girl dressed any way that you want."
He asked if I had something casual, but femme, not to open, to start things, maybe a bra for my little titties, some panties and some kind of longer dress, nothing formal. I assured him that I could do that.
I put on a 34 A bra, some size 5 bikini brief panties, (a ladies thong does not enhance a man's looks), and a long half slip. I put a sexy camisole on and a long, casual gown, something sort of flannel that I wear on cold winter nights. I might not have feminine features but I was dressed very feminine.
Julius pulled in my drive, and when he rang the bell, I opened the door and greeted him with a hug in the doorway. We stepped inside, closed the door and he pulled me to him, kissing me hard on the lips.
I offered him a beer, but he said that he didn't drink. I told him that I didn't either, but had some O'Doul's also, that I drink. He said that he would have one of them and asked if I had any rolling papers. I told him that I use a little home made, wooden bowl for my pot. We loaded it and took a toke, and headed to the living room to sit down.
Julius asked, after taking a toke and handing the bowl to me: "What makes you want black cock instead of white pussy, baby?"
I laughed and said: "That's easy. For years, I was into the swapping thing, with a couple of wives, and girlfriends. I have had some good pussy, some mind blowing sex. But, through all of that, I saw the best sex was delivered by the black guys in general, and the better hung ones in particular. My partners showed me what it was that fired them up the best, and we had honest discussions about it. One ex told me that minute for minute that I was one of the best sex partners that she had, but that I just didn't last like the black guys. I watched their moves, saw what they did to get the best from the girl under them, and in my subconscious knew that if I ever wanted same sex fun, that it would be with a black guy with a good sized cock. So, while I like the big cock, I mostly like the body behind it, and how he uses his cock."
I continued with: "Yesterday and last night, I could say that each of the three of you were the best in one way or another. You got the most from me because with you, I felt that it wasn't just your cock that was satisfying me, but that you truly wanted to make love. I have neither the need nor the want to "marry" anyone, much less a man. But, I so love to do the role play, and use primal instinct that it is a man that conquers a female, and that he is the stronger of the two, both in mind and body. That is not to the extent of the sissy submissive and the mean, dominant, controlling male relationship. I just want to be like the woman that you might meet at the office, or find in the club that wants to give a good man a good ride, with him appreciating her body, her mind, and her bedroom talents."
He replied to that by pulling me close to him and saying: "Baby, I love sex, with men and with women. What I don't like about women is that they want my wallet as much as they want my dick. What I don't like about many men is that they have no idea about keeping their ass clean when they want some good cock. Before Marcus called you, he told us that you keep yourself cleaned out when you are going to be fucked. I would rather be in your tight, white, ass than in some sloppy cunt. Your ass can hold on to my cock, and that felt good. Let's go lay on the bed."
Beside the bed, Julius turned me to him, kissed me, and held my ass cheeks, bringing our pelvis' together. As he kissed, he let his lips drift to my neck, pecking me, then sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
I could only say: "Oh fuck, baby, I want you. Lay me down and take me. Please?"
He helped me out of my dress, and began to feel my tits through the camisole. Gently squeezing my nipples, He said: "Baby, I love these nipples. I like to get them hard, and to feel you move when I work on them. This top is so silky, and that makes them feel even better. Thanks for dressing for me. Your man wants to enjoy you tonight. Lets get in the bed, baby.
As I lay back in the bed, he took off his shorts and shirt, shoes and socks, and got into the bed with me, wearing only his boxers. Laying close to me, he pushed the camisole below one of my tits and took the nipple in his mouth. He lay one hand on my pelvis, and held my cock and balls through the slip and panties, feeling me up while working on my breast. I held his head to my chest and my pelvis raised up to him involuntarily. This man knew how to make out.
As we necked, he worked my slip up, getting his hand under the hem of it, and cupping my cock in his palm while pressing a finger to my ass, through the panties. This was so erotic, so good, that I could see why guys like to cross dress with their partner.