Category: interracial

Cuckolded on a Bet

I’m Jeff and this is how I got cuckolded for the first time. At the time I was a sophomore in college and lived in three bedroom house with two other guys. Nick who was an easy going nice guy and Dwayne, an arrogant black guy who thought he was the greatest thing on earth, especially when it came to women.

I had dated my girlfriend Jen since our senior year of high school. After graduation we both went to local schools, me the local state university and Jen went to the local two year school to get some of her prerequisite classes out of the way while living at home.

Jen was raised in a religious household with strict parents and a strong sense of good girl behavior. When we started dating in high school Jen had never even been felt up. Although we didn’t really have a sexual relationship, we had a very intimate relationship. I respected her values and didn’t pressure her because she was special. I never met anyone quite like her before or since. She lit up the room when she walked in.

After a while she began to loosen up and we began to fool around more and more. Finally on our 2nd anniversary she told me she was ready to lose her virginity. It was the best sex I had ever had, it was the only time I ever loved the girl I was with. Not to mention Jen was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen too. She is 5’5″ with long straight golden blonde hair, blue eyes, soft silky smooth skin, perky b-cup breasts with big pointy nipples and a perfectly toned athletic body. She couldn’t be more perfect if she were sculpted by Michelangelo.

So anyway back to the story. Dwayne was always making smart ass comments and bragging about how big his cock was, He never came in that he didn’t talk about some girl that was begging for it. He even whipped it out and made comments to Nick and me about its size and how we probably wanted it too. In spite of his attitude Dwayne could be fun to hang out with sometimes and could be generous or helpful too.

Jen didn’t like Dwayne at all. She said he always looked at her like she was his prey and he was waiting for the right moment to pounce. Although he never said anything in front of her, he often made remarks to me about “did you see how Jen was looking at my cock? She wants it bro, she’s got a fever and nigga dick is the cure.”

Of course I blew him off when he would start up, it was just his way of having fun trying to get me riled up. Little did he know Jen found him repulsive? If she had a fault, it would be that sometimes she got a kind of high and mighty attitude with some people. Especially people she thought couldn’t control their urges. She viewed sex as very special and meant to be experienced in love, not animalistic lust.

One night after going out with Jen it was like Dwayne was waiting for me to come home to give me hell about her. As soon as I walked in the house he started, “hey Jeff, did you see how hot Jen was for me today? Man! I can’t believe she didn’t jump me right here on the couch.”

“Yeah whatever man, she really wants you, and you’re all she talks about.”

“If she wants me in her that bad maybe I should give her some”

“Dude, seriously. It’s kind of getting old hearing this all the time. She doesn’t like you, want you, or care anything about you. She thinks you are a jerk and is only semi cordial to you because you’re my roommate.”

“Jeff buddy, keep telling yourself that, but I can see these things in a hoe’s eyes, and Jen wants it bad. I could have her anytime I want, and she will beg me to fuck her harder and cum deep inside her.”

“You are so full of shit, not even for money, she’s not like the whores you always bring in here”

I have to admit, it was getting a little heated and I was losing my temper. Dwayne new it and loved every minute of it. The more he enjoyed it the more pissed off I got. Finally I without thinking first I blurted out, “I know she wouldn’t fuck you no matter what. I bet you can’t seduce her, even if the two of you are alone she won’t let you anywhere near her.”

“Really; then prove it. Get her sexy little ass over hear and we’ll find out which of us knows her better”

“Fine, what are the stakes? You name it”

“Anything I want?”

“I’m going to win, so name it. It don’t matter what you want from me cuz I won’t lose”

“Ok, if I can’t get up in her I’ll give $1000 and you can drive my convertible for two weeks. When I get done fuckin her you will owe me $1000 and I get you motorcycle for two weeks”

“I don’t have a $1000, you know that”

“Ok, since I’m risking a grand and my car, I want value for value. If I get my dick in her even for five seconds with her consent I get your bike, if she lets me bust in her cunt you owe me a bj”

“What! Fuck you”

“Come on buddy, what do you got to lose? You know for certain that I won’t be able to get near your precious perfect Jen. Don’t bitch up now, show your faith in her”

“Fine, it’s a bet.”
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Birthday Bang

It was a boring evening. All I was doing was stare at the television in a blue funk. The Mets were losing; crime was up, and much like my love life, the stock market sucked. Nothing new or exciting. And then the telephone rang.

I answered it to a woman on the other end. “Hello,” she said, “This is Mary. Is Kevin there?”

How nice! I thought, a sweet sexy sounding woman’s voice to talk to. But she was asking for another guy.

“Sorry, ma’am,” I answered, “but you’ve got the wrong number.” I hung up. But that voice stayed on my mind and I wondered what she looked like.

Minutes later the phone rang again. When I answered it I was surprised and pleased to hear her voice again. She asked the same question. Only this time, I thought I would be a bit flirtatious, and see what happened.

“No, Mary…. Kevin isn’t here but if you don’t mind my saying, I truly love your voice and I’d love to entertain you even though I’m not Kevin.”

She laughed at my response and asked my name.

“I’m Roger. But you can Rog.”

She giggled a little and said, “Well, Rog. Your voice sounds pretty sexy.”

We ended up talking for hours that evening. We learned a lot about each other. Mary told me that she was a 39- year-old office assistant and part-time personal trainer at a gym franchise. She explained that she just had her divorce of 5 years finalized and that she was looking for her friend, Kevin, to spend a few hours with to relieve her of her misery.

However, our telephone conversation managed to do the trick. I kept Mary laughing and in a good mood. That one evening turned into a daily, 2-hour telephone conversation between Mary and I.

Two weeks after our first conversation, Mary called feeling depressed because it was her birthday and she didn’t have her husband or friend to spend it with. I suggested to her that I would be happy to take her out for her birthday. But she said, “Rog, I am a bit older than you baby. I doubt that we would have anything in common.”

I am 25 and work as a department store manager. I explained to her, “But Mary, this doesn’t have to be a romantic thing if you don’t want. This is a simple Happy Birthday ‘get together’ to bring in your 40th birthday.”

She was somehow convinced so we agreed to meet at a public location and celebrate her birthday. But I had a great surprise for her.
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Breaking In The New Co Worker

Over the five year period of working as a warehouse clerk at an office supply store, I have seen many employees come and go. Some would realize all of the work that is required of them and quit in a matter of weeks. But about six months ago, the store manager hired a new girl to be a cashier. She was an African-American girl whom I estimated to be 18.

I was fortunate, one afternoon, to meet her in the employee’s lounge during our lunch break.

Surprisingly, I made conversation with her and we got along great. She told me that her name was Tracy and she attended the high school that was right up the block from my apartment. We spoke throughout our entire break and, after a week, we began taking our lunch breaks at the same time. Tracy and I began having a close friendly relationship, despite our age difference of about 10 years.

One evening, Tracy told me that she was going to have to quit the job because there was no means of transportation for her to get to work after school. She explained , “Think about it, Craig. I am using most of the money that I make here just catching the bus here everyday. That doesn’t make much sense.”

“Well, I have an idea, Tracy. What if I just pick you up from school on my way to work and we can ride together?” She liked the idea and called me her savior for helping out. In time, Tracy was like a close friend to me. We spoke of everything. I would tell her of my women problems and she would tell me of her boy problems.

One Wednesday afternoon, I was relaxed in front of my television and VCR. It was one of those lonely times when I would pop in a video of myself and an ex-girlfriend having sex. Gradually, my cock began rising to the occasion and, of course, I would put my hand to work on it. Listening to the heavy breathing and moaning had me totally aroused. But just when it felt as though I was going to explode, there was a knock at the door. Needless to say, my erect cock began going soft. I quickly adjusted myself, turn off the VCR, and yelled out, “Who is it?” To my surprise, it was Tracy. “But, I thought, ‘what in the hell is she doing here. She’s not due out of school for another 2 hours.” I opened the door for her and there stood a young lady whom I had never realized how attractive she was. Her hair was combed back and down to her shoulder. She wore just enough cosmetic to enhance her natural beauty. Tracy was wearing her school uniform of white blouse and brown skirt. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top to reveal her beautiful black cleavage and her skirt was hemmed short enough to see that she had the most beautiful pair of tight black legs that I had ever seen. From the looks of her legs, I could tell that she, obviously, ran track at her school.
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Fucked Hard Before Marriage

I did something at my bachelorette party that I thought was totally shameful at the time. It was really out of character for me but it turned out to be one of those life-changing experiences.

Ted was my fiancée and my first lover. I went to bed with him the night we got engaged. It was a nice experience but certainly not spectacular. We had sex fairly regularly after that and it got a little better. I mentioned this to Carla, a friend of mine who had the reputation of being a little too much fun at a party.

She told me she would show me something at my party that would help me out. My party was on a Friday night, the same as Ted’s bachelor party. We both figured we would need Saturday to recover for our Sunday afternoon wedding at St. Mark’s. St. Mark’s is a nice little parochial school where Ted and I went all 13 years.

Carla suggested the theme; we all came dressed in our parochial school clothes. Plaid skirt, white blouse, white knee socks, mary janes. Most of us looked pretty good even though a few, including me, had shortened those skirts way beyond what was allowed in high school.

A dozen of us partied at Carla’s house. We had a great time and drank to much. There were presents, of course. Some were nice and some were definitely naughty. Just before midnight, Carla asked if I was ready for my special present.

“OK, ” I said, just a little nervous about what she might have in mind.

She said she knew about my secret lust for cowboys and it was way past time to meet one. She started some music and a huge black man strutted down the stairs. He was dressed in tight jeans, a cowboy hat, boots, a western shirt and one of those long, black dusters. He had a six-gun strapped to his waist and he was carrying a rope.

He started to dance around me – he was one of those male strippers. The girls were urging him on, laughing and giggling at my embarrassment as he stripped to a little red thong. I couldn’t help but notice that the thong was concealing something massive.

He kept taunting me about being a “virgin” bride. He danced me around the room, sliding his hands around. grabbing a feel every now and then. Soon he was kneeling at my feet. He leaned back with his legs spread and said, “Let me teach this young virgin bride what’s going to happen Sunday night.” Your man is going to grab you….he’s going to take your fine young body straight to bed.”

The other girls were laughing at my embarrassment and urging him on.
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My Wifes First Black Cock

This is a 100% true story, only some of the names have been changed to avoid embarrassing our friends. This is my first attempt at writing a story, but I thought this was just too good to keep to myself.

My name is Eugene and my wife is Marie, I am 55 and Marie is 35. She is about 5’5″ and about 160 Lbs. But carries it pretty well. We have been married 8 years and have been enjoying the swinging scene for 3 years now. We started trying to meet guys online but found that most of the time single guys were a no-show for whatever reason. We did meet a few great guys and had some wonderful times, but wanted more. We joined a swingers club and attended a few parties and met some really good guys and couples and enjoyed some great sex. This really enhanced our own sex lives tremendously.

Marie has also developed a great attitude towards exhibitionism also and has started wearing really revealing dresses and never wears panties anymore, even when going shopping, hoping someone will see her shaved cunt on the escalator at the mall. We have also been going to adult arcades and theaters and playing some. It was at a theater I noticed that she was taking a good look at some of the black cocks that were being jerked off around her.

Let me say here that we were both raised in an almost 100% white area of Arkansas and were taught from a very young age that associating with blacks was taboo.

Marie was starting to fantasize about having a black cock inside her, but would only talk about it for a few minutes then would say that it was something she didn’t think she could ever actually do. Meanwhile I started chatting online with a black guy ( I’ll call him M)from a town nearby, telling him that she was not ready to cross the line yet but when she was ready I hoped he was there.
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Ariel Feels Daring

I have always been a selective girl when it comes to sleeping with a guy. All through high school and college, I had mostly dated Asian guys, being of Japanese ancestry. I’ve dated a few white guys but have never slept with them. My parents, 2nd generation Americans, were always strict with me, so my sexual experience was pretty limited before college, and even then it took a while for me to feel comfortable with my sexual side. Now that I’m 23, I feel that I have really hit my stride, sexually speaking. I can say that in large part to what happened to me last weekend.

It was last Saturday that my best friend Eloise called me – she wanted to go clubbing that night, and who was I to say no? I love to go dancing, and there’s always a chance to meet some cute guys. That afternoon, I went to the manicurist – I always get a weekly manicure and pedicure to show off my long slender fingers and the toe cleavage on my small feet. Today it would be a French manicure for my fingernails and silver polish for my toenails. Then I went home and got into the shower, making sure I was freshly shaven. I left only a tiny wisp of hair above my pussy. I toweled off and dried my hair – I have the typical Asian straight black hair, which I keep long, down to my shoulder blades. Today, I decided I’d put my hair up in a bun, which I secured with two hair sticks. Next I put on makeup. I have raised, thin eyebrows, with large brown eyes that are round compared to many Asian girls, so I used a little eyebrow pencil and some mascara to highlight my large, round brown eyes.

My lips are fairly full, so I applied some fire engine red lipstick. I put pearl drop earrings in my pierced ears and put on a double strand pearl choker around my neck. (It’s all costume jewelry, but who knows the difference, really.) In my lingerie drawer I picked out a pair of black lacy panties and a matching strapless bra – 32C, not bad for someone with my genes! I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wondered if anyone would see me like this tonight. It’s vain, I know, but sometimes when I’m at home getting dressed to go out I like to stand in front of the mirror and look at my body. For being only 5’1”, I think my best asset, though, are my legs and my butt. I’m especially proud of the little open space between my lean upper thighs right below my pussy. Any girl who has that little space right there is keeping her thighs in good condition, don’t you think?
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Football Memories

Reminiscing is a good thing. I do quite a bit of it. I especially like to reminisce about my college football days. It’s been 9 years since I graduated college and joined the working world. Although my dating life has been good, nothing has happened to me since that can compare to those days of football glory. I remember the parties, the perks, the fame, the women…what a wonderful experience. Pussy was so plentiful in those days. Young, gorgeous college girls with their tight bodies practically threw themselves at me and my teammates.

I was the starting tailback for my school. I was in much better shape in those days. I stood 6 ft 2 inches tall and carried 225 lbs of rock solid muscle. Being a large young black man, some found my presence to be a bit intimidating. I was the prototype Mandingo warrior, complete with an 11 inch thick black cock for stretching young white pussies. I was pretty proud of my dick. Still am. Not only is my cock thick and long, but it sports an assortment of thick veins, giving it a muscular and powerful look, and a doorknob-sized head. I’m also a heavy cummer. I have been known to spray women with such huge loads of love juice as to be able to fill a drinking glass to the brim.

My school had very wealthy alumni. Many of them were crotchety old white men who love football and were willing to pad the pockets of the players to show their “gratitude” for continuing the school’s winning tradition. I received a king’s ransom in cash and gifts in those days. Of course, this was all against NCAA rules, but so what. Most of the players, although receiving full scholarships, didn’t have enough spare change to afford to take their girlfriends to a movie. We believed we earned our perks, and kept it all under wraps.

During one of the many “socials” that we have with alumni, I met the college’s most wealthy benefactor, a Texas oil man named Mr. Clive Jones. Mr. Jones was 77 years old and looked to have one foot in the grave. He was a nice old man though. We talked a bit about football and my future plans before he slipped me an envelope full of cash. It was my freshman year at school, and I was totally taken aback by this gesture. He looked at me and smiled. At that moment, a beautiful young blonde came our way. She wrapped her arms around the old man and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
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Enjoyable Bachelorette Party

I have been married for almost 2 years now. But I have been unfaithful. I have only been with one other man but many many times. The worst part about it is my affair started on the night before my wedding. I am writing this because I am afraid to tell anyone but I can’t keep it inside of me. My marriage is a good one for the most part. My husband is fairly attractive, a little over weight and out of shape. He is very wealthy, very sweet and understanding. I myself am not so bad either. I was a lingerie model on my way to success before I got involved with my husband. He let me stop working when we decided to get married.

If I hadn’t left the agency I would have been the top model for a line of under wear designed for voluptuous yet slender Asian women just like me. I tried my luck with Victoria’s Secret but I was too short. I am 23 years old 5’2″, 87 lbs, my measurements are 35-21-35 and I don’t know a woman with silkier sexier legs than mine. I could never let my husband know. He would probably forgive me and would try to give what I get out of my affair with Tyrone. But if I had to choose between them, Tyrone would be my pick without any hesitation. I love Michael very much and I thought I would be with Tyrone one time and never see him again. But Tyrone gave me something Michael never could – a very very thick dick and hours of screaming orgasms. My first time with Tyrone, and what I planned on being the only time, I became hopelessly addicted to his huge cock.
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First Black For My Wife

I felt like someone had just kicked me in the balls. Thats how I felt when my wife told me that she had “gone out with another guy”. We had been married for about seven years ( talk about the itch ) and I thought our marriage was pretty good. My wife is 5’8″ 120lbs brown hair blue eyes with a pretty nice figure……small but firm tits. At first I wanted to get my hands on the bastard I was so fired up so I asked her…..who was it? I must admit I was pretty intrigued about my wife fucking some other guy so the emotions were flying. She mentioned it was “MIKE”. I knew a few guys named Mike but she said “NO” to each one I named. Then the bomb really dropped………it was a black guy that had been after her white pussy for a few weeks. After the shock……..arousal set in and I asked her for some details. Here is what she related:

Mike had been coming into a store that she worked at in the downtown section of town. He was a polite dark skinned Jamaican fellow who was very friendly. As time wore on the conversations became a little more sexual. One time Mike came into the store with a pair of sweatpants on and said to Sandy ” Look what you do to me” and pointed to his genitals. Sandy indicated that his cock was visible running up his sweat pants and bent to the right for what must have been a good 9 inches. My wife just played off the suggestion but her pussy was getting wet thinking about Mike huge cock.

Many suggestions went on and during that time Sandy was making comments to me that she was becoming afraid to work there but never told me specifically why (probably figured it was the only thing that could keep her from getting fucked by that black stud because she knew she couldn’t help herself) but I told her should anything happen to let me know and I would be right down. At this point I knew nothing about her and her new friend.
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My Wife Likes Black Cock

Life is strange to say the least. Take the situation that now exists between my wife and me. Linda and I have been married almost seven years now, but out relationship has changed more in the last six months than it did in the first six years. Let me explain how my present predicament began. I guess in a sense everything that has happened to me has been my fault.

I should have left well enough alone, you see I’m married to a 25 year old fox of a wife. Her name is Linda and I’ve been with her ever since she was 16 years old. She had never known any other man but me and that was fine with me. I’m a couple of years older than Linda but not that much more experienced in sexual matters than her. Linda was a virgin when we meet, and I had only a couple of sexual experiences before meeting my wife.

In any event, our sex life was fine for the first five years and then in the next year, I noticed how it kind of tailed off. I figured that I could improve our sex life by having us both watch and get better sexually educated by watching some porn flicks. At first Linda was against it, but she relented and eventually she seemed to actually like watching them. It did seem to improve the frequency of our sex sessions but then something interesting happened.

As Linda and I were watching a new porno flick I had picked up, she seemed to be taking particular interest in Peter North’s large equipment as he filled some women to the limit with it. The next scene showing a black guy with his even bigger cock seemed to fascinate her even more.
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