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My First Task

By: gamecontroller



I was nervous. Tomorrow I am going to participate in my first task. You see it all happened about six weeks ago. I was browsing the internet when I found this site that promised some excitement. All someone had to do was sign up to play a game and they would presented with a series of sexy challenges. I thought that it would be fun! All I had to do to participate was fill out a questionnaire. Apparently, the challenges were tailored to a person's specific fantasies. I guess I'm a closet exhibitionist because my challenge was to have nude pictures taken by a professional photographer. 

I was looking forward to my task. My name is Katy and I am a 25 year old college graduate with brown hair and blue eyes. I work out religiously so my 5'5'' 34-26-36 body is worth sharing. Although nervous, I was very excited. 

Each task has a series of points that could be earned during the process which was determined based on how far the person was willing to indulge. My task had a potential of 100 points which was broken down in the following:

•50 - Have nude photos taken by a professional male photographer

•10 - Get you pussy and anus waxed for the photos

•10 - Take the photos with Ben Wa balls firmly implanted 

•10 - Insert the Ben Wa balls in front of the photographer WITHOUT him knowing

•10 - Masturbate in front of photographer WITHOUT him knowing

•10 - Orgasm in front of photographer WITHOUT him knowing

I had decided to try to get ALL of the points possible. I have already had the waxing done and was a little surprised. I didn't realize the positions I was going to have to get into to have my pussy and anus waxed. Let's just say the technician knows me better than a lot of my boyfriends. I really like how smooth my pussy and anus feel and I couldn't keep my hands from playing with them. 

I had never used Ben Wa balls before and it took a little getting used to. I decided to wear them every day to make sure I would not have an embarrassing accident in front of the photographer. After a while, I really liked how they made me feel and my pussy muscles are pretty strong now! They made me feel very sexy. I was aware of their presence and would walk around squeezing my pussy muscles all day long. What fun!

I didn't think inserting them without the photographer knowing would be too difficult, but masturbating was going to be a challenge. I really enjoy myself when I masturbate and was worried that I would get too enthusiastic. So I practiced - A LOT! I first had to find a way to masturbate without anyone knowing. So I tried a number of different techniques. I finally figured a way to do it. Now armed with my new skills of silent orgasm and covert masturbation, I was ready!

I did a lot of research and found a photographer that was about 50 miles away. After I contacted him and explained the type of photos I was looking for, he confirmed the date and sent me some instructions. I was to be properly groomed (hair, nails, and pubic area) and I was not allowed to wear any tight clothing the day of the shoot (no bra or panties). 

The day finally arrived and I decided not to wear any clothes all day. I just hoped I wouldn't get any unexpected visitors. It was liberating walking around naked. I was thinking that I should do this more often. Anyway, I was getting really excited as the day progressed. I had to resist the urge to masturbate - that was tough! I figured if I didn't masturbate now, it would be easier to come later when I masturbated in front of the photographer. By the time I was to get ready, my pussy was dripping. 

The shoot was scheduled for 5PM and last for about 2 hours. I started getting ready around 2. I showered and prepared my hair and makeup. I put on a summer dress and left my house about 4PM. As I drove to the studio, I was quite aware of my nakedness. The sundress didn't really cover much. It was almost sheer. If the sun was behind me, I'm sure anyone who saw me would know I was naked. Again, I was getting myself excited. I had to focus! 

When I finally got to the studio, I was surprised by how gorgeous the photographer was. He was about 6' and 180lbs with brown hear and green eyes. He appeared to be built very well! I extended my hand and introduced myself and he said his name was Ken. When he touched my hand, it sent electricity right to my pussy. Now I was really worried! Was I going to be able to stay silent in front of him while I masturbated? Should I stay silent? I was telling myself to "Stay focused Katy." Anyway, he was very professional and showed me to the dressing room where I put my things. He told me to prepare myself and come into the studio when I was ready. 

This is it! I was about to stand naked in front of someone that I've just met, put something into my pussy and masturbate all without him knowing! I was so nervous and VERY excited. I took off my sundress, palmed my Ben Wa balls and strolled confidently into the next room. He explained the lighting and how important it was that I move with the lights in mind (didn't want any harsh shadowing). Afterwards, he went to his camera and told me to relax. He wanted to take some test shots to make sure that he had metered the lights correctly. 

It was then that I decided to put the Ben Wa balls in. I casually turned so my back was to him and slipped in one of the balls. I was SO wet that it went in easily. He was then ready to shoot. I asked him some stupid question to get his attention elsewhere and slipped in the other ball. Again, it went in easily and I almost came right then! I had to remember to remove my fingers from my pussy before he caught me.

It was then that I looked down and noticed that my nipples were very hard. I was so embarrassed. The photographer noticed my embarrassment and assured me that it was Ok. It was nothing that he hadn't seen before (if he only knew that I had something stimulating my pussy and that was causing my nipples to harden). He even mentioned that it made the photos much sexier! 

As the shoot went on, I started to get into it. I didn't even mind that my nipples were hard. As a matter of fact, I even played with them to make sure they were hard for the photos. This all lead to the task at hand (so to speak). I started my masturbation session by gently and accidently rubbing my clit. I did this under the guise that I wanted some photos with my hand covering my pussy. I also wanted to make sure my pussy lips were "adjusted properly" for the photos. This got me even more excited. There I was rubbing my clit in front of the photographer with Ben Wa balls in my pussy and my nipples as hard as rocks. I wasn't going to last too much longer!

I then started to cross and uncross my legs. Each time squeezing my thighs. I did this over and over until I was ready to scream - but I couldn't! I so wanted to just spread my legs and reach down to my clit and RUB and RUB until I came in a screaming heap! But I had to be covert. That is part of the game. I wondered if the photographer noticed. Could he tell that I was masturbating? Could he smell my sex? I was flush and ready to come. Just a little bit more and that is when he said that he had to switch lenses and memory cards. 

Oh my god! I was on the brink and I had to wait. I wanted a record of my orgasm. I needed one for the game. They needed proof. I also wanted to look at it later and know at the exact moment when I came. So I waited in agony. 

While waiting I could resist playing with myself, I decided to be bold. I was hoping that he was so distracted by what he was doing that he wouldn't notice that I had the fingers of my left hand lodged into my pussy while I rubbed my clit with my right. When he was ready to start again, so was I. It didn't take long before I came. Right in front of him and I don't think he even noticed. It was mind blowing! I'm sure I made some noise, but I didn't care. It was amazing. I was completely naked, in the throes of a mind blowing orgasm having my picture taken. What a rush! 

After I composed myself, I asked if I could have some water and that is when I realized that he did indeed notice. He handed me the water with a knowing smile. Apparently, I wasn't as quiet as I thought. Or, maybe it was the twitching that gave it away. In any case, all I could do was smile back and thank him for the water. I'm not sure how many points I got, but I'm ready for my next task!

My First Taste



I had Mike wait with his car around the corner. Even though he is my track coach and not just any boy from school, my parents are conservative enough that when it comes to me and boys, deception was usually my M.O. My parents emigrated from Somalia a few years before I was born, and they are your typical Muslim immigrant family—well educated, loving, but very protective.

Mike had his blue Trailblazer parked just where he said it would be. I hurried over to the passenger door and hopped in. He was an assistant track coach and substitute teacher at my suburban high school. I had worked with him frequently over the past four years and had grown fond of him. He was medium height, with dark blonde hair and green eyes. He had broad shoulders and (I imagined) a gorgeous chest. He was an athlete, so he had a good body, but he wasn’t a muscle-bound oaf. As you might be able to guess by my description, I had developed a crush on him. The problem is that he was absolutely off limits. For one, I was seventeen and he was twenty-four. For another, he was a teacher at my school and my coach. And he was a white boy—-and a non-Muslim to boot.

So he was officially off-limits. But that didn’t prevent me from flirting shamelessly or fantasizing endlessly about a romantic encounter in the locker room. In my favorite fantasy, I’m alone taking a shower. I get some soap in my eye, and I’m trying to rinse it out when I feel a strong hand on my hip. Because of the soap, I can barely see. All I can make out is that the hand is white, and it feels like fire against my skin. I try to turn, but another hand is at my shoulder, gripping firmly. I stand still, shocked, as the hands caress my petite body, my hips, my ass, my breasts. I’m pushed to the ground, and can finally make out that the hands belong to Mike. (I’m embarrassed to admit it now, but at the time I wasn’t familiar with the act of love. After all, I was a virgin and I did come from a conservative background. As such, most of the fantasy did not involve specific acts, but rather fuzzy generalities. Speaking with friends since then, I’ve found out that this is quite common among virginal teens’ fantasies.) 

When Mike announced that he leaving for graduate school the team threw him a going-away party. Unfortunately, I couldn’t be there as it coincided with Eid, a major religious holiday. So a few weeks later, I told Mike that I should take him out to dinner to say goodbye. When he accepted I told him where to meet me.

On the way to the restaurant we made small talk. It was early spring, and I had to decide what college I should attend. Mike seemed impressed that I had been accepted to UPenn and Cornell, as well as receiving a full-ride scholarship to the local state university. Mike tried to persuade me to go to UPenn. “It’s the East Coast, which is a lot more fun than the mid-west or upstate New York. And it’s only an hour-and-a-half from New York City. You can come visit some weekend. I’ll show you around.” Mike was going to be attending Law School in New York.

Mike took me to a Spanish restaurant. The food was wonderful, and Mike was charming. I often felt that I wasn’t holding up my end of the conversation as I found myself lost in his eyes. (I am a hopeless teenage cheeseball romantic, I know.) Becoming distracted by inappropriate thoughts was not uncommon. Many times during practice I would miss out on an important training tip because I was admiring Mike’s broad shoulders.

Despite my protests, Mike picked up the bill. As soon as the waiter returned, I heard Mike’s cell phone go off. “Shit,” he said after he hung up. “I need to email a friend of mine something. It won’t take long—do you mind if we stop by my place? It’ll only take a minute.” I didn’t mind at all, and a part of me was pretty excited at the prospect of seeing his apartment. I’m laughing a little now at how naïve I was. Before then, I had never been alone with a boy. I could hear my mother nagging at me in the back of my head. If I were to believe her, Mike would jump on me the second we were alone. “Boys are interested in one thing,” she would say. Thankfully, she would be right.

Mike lived in a small but neatly furnished apartment a few blocks from the restaurant. 

“The computer’s in my bedroom,” he said as he handed me the remote for his stereo. “Sorry. I don’t have a TV, but you can listen to music until I’m finished. I’ll be right out.” Mike disappeared into the back room and I began to inspect his music. He had a good collection of Hip Hop. I picked out a CD and put it on. 

“I need to freshen up. Where’s your bathroom?” I asked, sticking my head into Mike’s room. Mike told me I had passed it in the hall. Inside, I checked myself out in the mirror. My hair looked okay, but I was particularly satisfied with the way my skirt showed off my legs. I thought I had caught Mike checking them out at dinner.

Exiting the bathroom, I found that Mike had finished his email chore. He was in the small kitchen the adjoined the living room. “Would you like a drink?” he said. Drinking alcohol is forbidden for Muslims but I wasn’t feeling too religious at the moment.

”Sure,” I replied. We sat on the couch and drank and talked. After my second drink, I began to feel extremely light headed. The booze made me bold. The couch was small and I pushed my leg up against Mike’s. My skirt had ridden up and the denim of his jeans rubbing against my bare thigh was driving me wild. “I’m really going to miss you after you’re gone, Mike.”

”Well, I’m just glad I was able to...Miriam, what’s wrong!” The drinks had really gone to my head, and I suppose I almost passed out, my head falling in Mike’s lap. I was drunk, but I could feel a stiffness under those jeans. Was it possible that Mike was turned on too?

He half carried me to his bedroom so I could lie down. The worst seemed to be over, but I was still dizzy and not entirely with it. 

As Mike laid me down on the bed, I prayed that the room would stop spinning long enough to enjoy Mike’s hands on me. “Are you okay?” he asked. I began to mumble that I was doing just fine, that I’m not used to drinking, but he was on me. 

I moaned something incoherent as Mike rubbed his crotch into mine. My skirt had ridden up so that his jeans were directly pressed against my panties. His hands moved aggressively over my shirt, groping my breasts underneath. He seemed to know what he was doing. I tried to tell him to stop, but he pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth and let him push his tongue inside.

Mike’s hand moved down from my breast to my waist. I pulled away from his kiss as he slipped his hand up my shirt. “We shouldn’t,” I said. Mike didn’t pay any attention while he slowly pulled my shirt up over my bra. Still dizzy from the drinks, I couldn’t put up much of a fight. I closed my eyes. My bra unhooked from the front, so Mike had no trouble freeing my breasts. 

”Look at those gorgeous tits,” he said to himself before lowering his face to suck on first one nipple, then the other. My will to resist was fading fast. He obviously had done this before, and it felt amazing. He continued to thrust his crotch into me.

After a few minutes of this, Mike stopped and pushed himself off of me. I was a little relieved. If only I could pull myself together. I opened my eyes just in time to see Mike pull his shirt off. I was shocked enough that I barely had time to think that my fantasies were right—he did have an amazing physique. Then he reached down and unbuttoned his pants. 

“Jesus,” he exclaimed. “You’re so fucking wet you’ve soaked through your panties. Look at my jeans.” Sure enough, there was a sizable wet spot on his crotch. Mike didn’t delay any longer; soon his pants were totally off. His cock was hard and upright underneath his boxers.

I couldn’t believe the change in Mike. At practice, he had never even looked at one of us girls in a lewd way. “Do you want to see it?” he asked, noticing that I hadn’t taken my eyes off of the tent he was pitching. I didn’t answer, but he pulled down his boxers anyway. I had never seen a guy’s penis before and certainly not hard a hard one. It was a magnificent sight, rock hard and veins bursting.

Mike didn’t waste any more time. He hiked my skirt all the way over my hips and roughly pulled my panties down. He leaned over me again, rubbing his cock against my pussy and sucking on my breasts. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. I was loving this, but I was also very naïve and very scared.

Mike pulled back and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my womanhood. “Open your eyes baby, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” These were the first nice things he said to me. I smiled at him. Then he began to push inside of me. 

”No,” I said, but it was a very small voice. His hand moved from my breast to my mouth; he roughly shoved two fingers inside. All the while his cock slid further inside. Then he abruptly stopped.

“Holy shit! You’re a virgin.” I closed my eyes and sucked on his fingers. This hurt, but deeper down it felt very good. The pain between my legs flared as Mike broke my hymen. A groan, some desperate noise, escaped from my throat. I opened my eyes, noticing that my panties still hung from my left ankle. The pain subsided to a dull ache, even as Mike’s rhythm increased.

”You’re doing great, baby,” he whispered. Noticing the contrast between my black thighs wrapped around his white waist, I sucked on his fingers harder. I was sore, but I also felt something building up within me. I’ve come before, but only by playing with myself. I have since realized that (thankfully!) I orgasm very easily. Mike had only been fucking me for a few minutes, after all.

He was approaching orgasm too, apparently. “Shit, Miriam, I’m gonna come. You’re making me come so hard!”

“Wait! I don’t want to get pregnant,” I mumbled, Mike’s fingers still deep in my throat. But it was too late. Mike grunted. I felt his warm spunk unload in me, filling my tiny vagina. The contractions of his cock were almost enough to push me over the edge, but not quite.

Mike leaned back, pulling his cock out of my pussy and his fingers out of my mouth. I was pissed, not just because he came in me but also because he didn’t get me off. “Asshole,” I thought to myself. I reached down and started rubbing my pussy and clit, enjoying the feel of his warm come as it leaked out of me. I knew I could get myself off, but I wanted his cock in me again. 

Mike almost fell off the bed when he saw me plunge my fingers inside myself. I could tell control was shifting in my favor. “I never took you for a one-minute man,” I said. “The least you could do was please me.” My pussy was sore, but I was still horny.

Mike tried to stammer an apology. “Come on, white boy, you want a rematch?” His cock was still hard, and it shone with the combination of my juices and his come.

“You might have to give me a few minutes,” he said, obviously shocked and very pleased. I didn’t have the patience to wait, so I sat up, kissed Mike, and moved down to his cock. I began by licking around the base. I wasn’t totally sure what would feel good to him, but I decided to forge ahead on instinct.

After a few minutes of this licking, Mike was still excited enough to push me to the next level. “Put it in your mouth,” he said. Tentatively, I took the head of his cock in my mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down. I struggled to keep my mouth open as he grabbed my hair and bobbed me up and down on his cock. By the noises he was making, I could tell he was enjoying this. Meanwhile, I continued rubbing my sore pussy, stopping momentarily as I peaked, keeping myself from coming.

I worked my tongue and lips over his cock. His exclamations were really turning me on, so I continued. I was crazy with lust. I would’ve let him do anything to me. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me again. I couldn’t say yes fast enough.

I had been on my hands and knees while I sucked Mike’s cock. He got up, holding my head in place and moved around behind me. I continued fingering my clit as he entered me from behind. I felt really exposed with my face down in the bed and my ass in the air, but this is just what I needed. My tight pussy put up even more resistance in this position, but the pain had largely passed. I felt full and it was amazing.

I was on the edge. “Harder! Fuck me harder. Come in me again!” I screamed. Mike had one hand on my waist which he used to pull me back as he thrust forward. With his other hand, he reached around and fondled my tit. Even if I wanted to hold off, I couldn’t for long. The orgasm started deep in my pussy, moved out to my clit and ass, and shot up my spinal column straight into my brain. I rode the wave for several minutes, as it crested, subsided, and peaked again.

As I came down from my orgasm, Mike was heating up. He was really fucking me fast and hard. “Baby, come in me again. Use me,” I moaned. Deep down I was still really worried about pregnancy, but I had just experienced the most amazing orgasm of my young life, and I wanted to be as wanton and dirty as possible.

But Mike had a different idea. He pulled out, flipped me on my back, and started fucking me from the missionary position again. “I want to look in your eyes as I come,” he told me. I had several mini-orgasms and Mike pounded me again and again.

Without warning he pulled out, and shot stream after stream of come onto my chest, which was already slick with sweat. The heat of his semen was a remarkable sensation on my tits. I took his cock in my hand and milked the last bit of come out of him.

We feel asleep after that. I woke up a couple hours later with a splitting headache. Sober, I demanded that Mike drive me home. I snuck into my house with dried come all over myself. The next morning, I brought myself to orgasm again as I remembered how Mike’s cock had tasted in my mouth. I had my first taste of sex, and I liked it.

06/14/2002 



My First Taste



I guess I was a little older than most, in my early forties, when my obsession began: to my complete surprise my fantasies started to involve men! I was always the 'bottom' in these mental meetings- and a real submissive slut too! I'd be in the shower and find myself thinking about a mysterious stranger materializing from nowhere. Not a burglar or anything menacing, just this powerful, dominant man giving me instructions: put your hands on the wall, spread your legs, stick that ass out further... 

This went on for a long time before I got up the nerve to do anything about it: me jerking off to images of being this stranger's sex toy. Soapy, slippery fingers playing with my balls, cock and ass cheeks. And me unable, unwilling really, to stop it. One soapy finger, then two, pressing against my tight asshole, sliding in, stretching me, preparing me. Then hands on my hips, feeling the big cockhead pushing, overcoming my resistance with a 'pop' into my rectum. Sometimes he would pull me dripping from the shower, push me to my knees, command me to open my mouth and use it for his pleasure. That's where I decided to begin making my fantasies reality: giving head. The next step could wait no longer. And I knew, or suspected, just the man for the job too.

He was an older man, the details aren't important right now, but I was sure he was gay. He got comfortable enough with me to almost come right out and say so. He once told a story about a macho, married, blue collar guy giving his friend a blow job.

I got up the nerve to call him and said "I was thinking about what that guy did to his buddy in the story." He probably thought I wanted a blow job. I explained that I wanted him to play the part of the 'buddy.' He told me to come tomorrow after the shop closed. Just like that- no surprise, no questions asked. Damn, was there something about me that said I dreamed of cock?

Before our meeting I would jerk off thinking what his cock would feel like in my virgin mouth, how big it was, whether it was cut, how it tasted, how deep I could take it in, whether I would gag, if I would swallow, how he would look as he pumped his sperm into my mouth, how much he would cum...in short, would I be a good cocksucker?

The next day I could think of nothing but losing my virginity. I arrived a little early and watched him close up. When I was sure he was alone, I knocked on the door. He let me in, then locked the door behind us. I was trembling with anticipation, both from thinking about what I was going to do and also at the fact that there was now another person who knew my deepest desire. Until then it had only been a fantasy, locked safely away in my mind, now it was about to become a real experience.

I said I'd been thinking of doing this for a long time and that he was my first. He was older and patient and gentle and I was fortunate to have him guide me along. I had a pretty good idea how to give a blow job: I just pictured doing what I liked having done to me. 

He took me to a storage room at the back of the shop and told me to sit in an old chair. He asked what I wanted. I was so nervous and embarrassed, I looked down at my feet and said something like "you know, I told you on the phone." But he insisted that I say it. So still looking down I said "I want to suck your cock." "Are you sure?" I looked up at him and just nodded. "OK," he said, "then let's go."

He stood in front of me and I remember the thrill as I touched my first cock and balls. With one hand in front massaging him, and the other on his ass, he said "unzip me." I slowly pulled it down and he said "now the belt." I did and he dropped his pants around his knees. I resumed fondling his cock and balls thru his boxers. Even semi-hard I could tell he was a nice size; bigger than me anyway. I leaned forward and rubbed my face against his shorts, cupping and squeezing his balls the whole time. 

He reached down and pulled his cock out. Without a word I took it in my hand and felt its warmth and how soft the skin was. At first I just looked at it: the circumcised head, the slit at the tip with a trace of glistening precum, the ridge, the veiny shaft. I couldn't believe I had a real flesh and blood cock in my hand, inches from my mouth. 

After stroking it, watching it grow, I brought my mouth closer, paused to savor the moment, then kissed it on the very tip. As he moaned with approval I opened my mouth and took whole head in, embracing it with my lips. Then I went further, taking his full semi-rigid cock as far into my hungry mouth as it would go. He moaned as he pushed gently against my face. My nose and lips were buried in the hair on his belly as I slid it out and back in again. 

That was the last time I would get the whole thing in: he quickly grew too big and hard to fit all the way in my mouth. I had dreamed of deepthroating a long, thick cock but now realized it would take considerable practice to actually do it. 

I was in heaven as he slowly slid in and out of my lips. I licked and slobbered and got it as wet as I could so my hand could helpfully slide up and down his rigid shaft. It felt so right, so good, so natural. You'd think I'd been giving blow jobs all my life!

I wasn't thinking of prolonging his pleasure, not this time, I was selfishly thinking about how it would be when he squirted his cum in my mouth, and how to fill my mouth as quickly as I could. 

He stopped me briefly to get more comfortable, lowering his boxers to his knees. I saw his balls for the first time, hairy and loose and dangling. I just wanted them in my mouth, they looked so enticing, but it was awkward getting my head into position to suck them while still stroking his cock. I had to settle for a few clumsy licks with my tongue, then cupping and tugging them as I concentrated on his cock. 

I made a big 'O' with my lips, letting him set the pace, encouraging him to fuck my face. My hand sliding up and down his shaft prevented him from plunging in too far. 

I felt him alternate between fast and deep, slow and shallow. Sometimes my lips could just wrap around the ridge as I swirled my tongue on the head and slit. Then he would pump in and out while holding my head where he wanted it. Finally, when he was ready to shoot his load in my virgin mouth he just said "Oohhh, here it cummms" and I tried to say "oh, yes." I'm sure all that came out was a muffled "mff mmm." 

He pulled almost all the way out and I could feel his throbbing excitement with my tongue and lips. His shaft pulsated as his warm white cum shot into my mouth over and over as I tried to milk him dry. There was a brief awkward moment when he stopped pumping into me and I thought: Was he finished? Should I keep sucking? Leave it in there until he goes soft? Should I swallow? Lick him clean? I decided to just wait for him to lead the way.

It was better than I imagined! His warm cum didn't have much taste. But the feeling of something hard and alive slippery and warm in my mouth was wonderful. It was a strange sensation...but delicious too! 

I kept still as I felt him getting softer, then swallowed his white fluid as he pulled out of me. He asked what I thought and I said it was incredible and I was glad I overcame my fear and did it!

We talked a little on the way to the door. It was like a dream: 'did I really just do that?' but I wasn't nearly as nervous as before I did it. I said next time I'd like him to take my ass. He said he'd love to fuck me and we'd arrange it at a more private place where we could be more comfortable. 

I moved before we got around to that, and I eventually gave my anal cherry to someone else. But that's another story! I think of him often and how fortunate I was to have such a wonderful first time.



My First Taste



The first time that I tasted a mouthful of male sperm was last summer. I have been a crossdresser for many years and had started to venture outside, always away from the public view. Usually in the woods or on a long since used back road. One afternoon last summer I went to one of my favorite spots. About 40 miles from my house is a national forest. There are hundreds of small trails that lead on for miles. I found a secluded spot about a year ago that I cleaned and groomed into a perfect place to dress and enjoy myself. It has a spectacular view overlooking a small pond. I kept a blanket hidden in a plastic bag that was hidden in a hollow tree. 

The day started like most that I had been at my special place. I removed the blanket from its hiding place and spread it out on the grass. I slowly stripped off my male clothes and started to prepare for my transformation into "Becky", my female persona. I removed a mirror from the small bag that I brought along with me. I carefully applied the make-up starting with the foundation followed by blush, eyeliner, mascara, and finally bright red lipstick. I check a last time before I was satisfied with the job before I pulled the mid-back length black curly wig out of the bag. I adjusted it into place and started to brush it out. Once I was happy with the way it looked, I began to concentrate on getting dressed.

I sat down on the blanket and started rolling the sheer black nylons that I had just bought. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place. Minutes later I now had a set of breast that several women that I know would be jealous of. Next I opened the clasp on a beautiful black lace half bra. I quickly but carefully positioned the bra into place and closed the clasp. (A task that I have become quite good at) 

Next I stood and pulled the black lace thong panty into place. Being careful to pull my now hardening cock between my legs and wedging it between my ass checks. I slowly lifted the black lace slip over my head and let it drop into place. My short black leather mini skirt and then my white sheer blouse followed this. The black bra and my enhanced cleavage were clearly visible through the sheer material. The last thing was my 4" black leather stappy pumps. I was now ready to be a woman. What I was not aware of was that two guys were down at the pond and heard me rustling through the bags and decided to investigate. I had just laid down on the blanket and started licking and sucking on the rubber dildo that I had brought with me.

I was lost in what I was doing when the guys came up beside me. One of them cleared their throat to get my attention. I looked up in horror to find to guys watching me suck the dildo. I went to stand up so that I could run and fell flat on my face. They both laughed at me. I made my way to my feet and began to run until my heels got stuck in the grass and I fell again. The taller of the two helped me up and dragged me back to the blanket. The shorter of the two said, "Well what do we have here?" I stood there and said nothing. That's when he said that I shouldn't be wasting my time sucking on a rubber dildo when there was two perfectly good cocks there. I started to protest when he said that if I wanted to dress like a woman that I should be treated like one. That's when he unzipped his fly and hauled out a fat wrinkly cock that was at least five inches long and two and a half inches around and still completely flaccid. By far the biggest cock that I had ever seen. He grabbed my wig and pulled me to him. He pushed me to my knees on the blanket and started moving closer. I started to pull away and he informed me that if I didn't do as they said that they would beat the shit out of me and cut off my dick. 

He told me to start sucking and he pushed his cock into my face. I had no way to escape so I slowly opened my mouth. He told me to lick it first. I slowly run my tongue across the head and then up and down the sides. His monster cock started to grow and kept growing until it was over 10 inches long and more than three inches around. Once he was fully erect he grabbed my wig and forced the head of his cock into my mouth. I had to stretch my mouth open as much as I could to allow the mushroom shaped head to enter. 

Once he had the head in, he started to force more in. I felt it hit the back of my throat. That just spurred him on and he pushed harder until he was entering my throat. I started to gag and he pulled back for a second before slamming his cock forward again and soon he had atleast six inches in my mouth and throat. I thought that I was going to die. He continued to push more until he realized that I couldn't handle anymore. He told me to use my throat muscles to milk his cock. I slowly started to swallow and managed to get another inch in my mouth. 

By now the taller of the two guys was getting impatient and wanted his turn. The shorter one pulled his cock out and slapped me in the face with the monster. As soon as he stepped a side I had my first look at the taller man's already erect cock. It was much shorter and no where near as thick but was uncircumcised. He stepped forward and slowly pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. My jaw was burning from the monster that was just removed so I was actually happy to see that he was only average sized. He slowly continued pushing until his balls were touching my chin. That's when he started really giving it to me. He would pull out all but the head and slam it all back in again. I was actually starting to enjoy servicing him when the shorter guy climbed behind me and pulled up my skirt. He could clearly see my erect cock through the lace panties and commented on how I must enjoy being a woman. Then all of a sudden he yanked down my panties and spit on my ass. I realized what he was about to do and wanted to stop him but there was a part of me that was really enjoying it. 

He worked a finger into my ass, then two. Soon he was reaming me with three fingers. He was stretching my hole to accommodate his monster tool. I was so enjoying the cock in my throat that I didn't resist when he started pushing his cock into my ass. I had to stop sucking the taller guys cock to keep from biting him as the shorter guy showed no mercy as he pounded my ass until he had every last inch of his cock in my ass. He stopped long enough to scoot forward so that he could grab my hips. I had just started sucking the cock in my mouth again when I felt the cock in my ass pull out until just the head was in and then he slammed back in time and time again. With every forceful thrust of his hips I was impaled at both ends. Soon we had all worked out a rhythm and I was in heaven. 

Only moments later I felt the cock in my mouth start to jerk and soon I was swallowing my first taste of semen. Just when the last trickle was sliding down my throat I felt the shorter guy pick up the pace as he neared his release. I regretfully felt the cock slip from my mouth only moments before I felt the sensation of the load being deposited in my ass. I almost passed out from the pleasure and for the first time I really felt like a woman. Both guys thanked me for the good time and said that they hoped to meet again real soon. I informed them that I would be back next weekend. They laughed and said "Same time - same place."

I lay on the blanket and drifted off to sleep as the cum leaked out of my well-abused ass. When I awoke, I cleaned up, removed the make-up and got dressed. I had to wear the breasts home because I forgot the adhesive remover. Not that I really minded, I enjoyed being a woman even more now. 

This is a true story. The names were left out to protect everyone's privacy.



My First Taste



Terror set in as I regained consciousness, I could not see, there was something covering my eyes and my hands were secured behind my back. I had no idea where I was but the one thing that I was sure of was the feeling of what I assumed was a hard cock plunging in and out of my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before or even as much as touched another guy but there was no mistaking what was happening. I could hear more than one voice. I was on my knees and it felt like pavement and I could hear cars going by quite frequently. It felt like I was fully dressed.

The cock kept up a steady pace almost like a piston in a machine. I thought about using my teeth but realized that in my helpless situation that could never turn out good. I tried to squirm free but to no avail, my mouth was going to service this cock no matter what I tried. I could feel him going a little deeper with each stroke and began to gag but instead of withdrawing he rammed his cock even deeper and held it there until my gagging stopped. His pace began to increase until all of a sudden he stopped then plunged it deep within my throat. His cock began to twitch as he unloaded his semen into my throat, it cut off my breath and I had no choice but to swallow his entire load.

Once he was finished he withdrew his cock from my mouth but it was quickly replaced by another one that wasted no time to begin to fuck my mouth again. This second cock seemed slightly smaller but the owner was in much more of a rush, he quickly began pumping my face at an incredible pace and in what seemed like only a minute or two was spraying his cum all over the inside of my mouth. When he was finished he wiped his wet cock all over my face then moved aside for my next customer.

While I was servicing the third man, I tried to determine how I had ended up here, where ever this was. The last thing I remember was sitting in a bar, going to the washroom then returning to finish my drink, then waking up here. 

The assault continued for quite some time with each cock unloading in my mouth or on my face, my jaw was beyond being sore from being forced open for so long, it was numb and I had accepted the idea that these strangers were going to use me for as long as they wanted to. Eventually the onslaught began to ebb, I actually had the chance to close my mouth every now and then until from what I could tell I was alone. The only sound was the steady buzz of cars going by. 

After a bit of struggling I was able to free my hands and remove my blindfold. I quickly untied on ankles and stood up, scanning the area. I was in an alleyway beside the bar that I had been drinking in. I quickly fled the alleyway and made my way to the subway and began my trip home. 

It felt like everyone was staring at me, at first I thought it was just my shame from being used then I remembered that many of the men had cum on my face. The trip home was long and very embarrassing to say the least.

My apartment was silent as I soaked in a nice hot bath, even though I had thoroughly brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth I could not get rid of the taste of cum. I suppose that most of it is in my mind. While the hot water soothed my body my mind raced, going over the ordeal in the alley and what it meant to my future. The first and most obvious conclusion was that I could never return to that bar again but other than that there was little that I could do because my assailants had all seen me but I didn't see any of them, they could be anyone.

After a glass of whiskey to try to cleanse the taste from my mouth I decided to go to bed. Surprisingly I fell to sleep quite soon but it was a restless night. 

The alarm clock went off at seven AM and I got up and got ready for another day at work, hopefully my job would help clear my mind. 

The subway ride was unusually uncomfortable today. Every time someone looked my way I imagined that they recognized me from my ride home last night. When I arrived at work I couldn't help but to wonder if any of my co-workers had been in that alley. 

I worked for a company that got rich by giving loans to desperate people at extremely high interest rates. The only thing considerate that they did was to make our offices very private to help relieve some stress from our clients. Today I was very grateful for the solitude.

The next couple of days were pretty much the same with each day getting a little easier until Thursday afternoon. I had a two o'clock appointment with a new client, Mr. Dickson. When he arrived I led him into my office, seated him and asked what I could do for him. He proceeded to take his cell phone out of his pocket and hit an app and passed the phone to me. 

It was a photo gallery app containing two folders I opened the first folder to finder pictures of all of my I.D., my license, birth certificate and all my credit cards. I closed that folder and reluctantly opened the second one. As I feared, it contained numerous photos of me, in the alley, blindfolded and tied, on my knees sucking countless cocks. 

Mr. Dickson gave me a moment for this to sink in then began to explain how he was planning on posting these photos on the internet and maybe printing some hard copies and leaving them lying around in strategic locations. 

I fell back into my chair even though I was blindfolded if a picture was accompanied by a piece of my I.D. there was no mistaking who was doing the sucking. This would be truly life shattering if it got out.

With a sly grin on his face Mr. Dickson began to negotiate the terms of his silence. He said that this was not for monetary gain but from this moment onward I would be his personal cocksucker. He went on to explain that he had really enjoyed using me in the alley and had even come back for seconds. I was to be at his beckon call whenever and where ever he decided that he wanted release. There was to be no discussion or argument, just immediate submission. Any resistance will result in immediate dire consequences. 

He asked if I understood and agreed not that I had much choice.

I nodded my head then lowered it onto my desk.

Mr. Dickson turned his chair sideways and ordered me on my knees between his legs. Reluctantly but without hesitation I obeyed him. He motioned for me to remove his cock from his pants, which I did. Without any further orders I placed his hard cock between my lips and lowered my head upon him until it touched the back of my throat. His cock was about seven inches long, cut and hard as a rock with little or no pubic hairs. After bobbing my head for a few minutes I took him out and proceeded to lick his shaft and balls, he told me to look him in the eyes as I licked him and I did. At that moment he reached over, grabbed his phone and began recording me servicing his cock.

Without breaking eye contact I engulfed his cock again this time taking the entire thing into my mouth and throat, something I had learned in the alleyway. He moaned then stood up and began to fuck my throat. His cock slid in and out at an incredible speed until he tensed up and erupted. Only the head of his cock was in my mouth as he came so I felt it spray the inside of my mouth. When he was finished he continued to fuck my mouth and instructed me to swallow.

Once I had cleaned him, he returned his cock to its nesting place and told me that he would be in touch. I scrambled to my feet as he turned to open the door and leave. He reminded me that I would hear from him soon and not to forget our arrangement.

I sat at my desk for the rest of the day and fortunately I didn't have any more appointments. How had I got to this point, what can I do? I just sucked off a stranger in my office any one could have walked in.



My First Taste of a Woman



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   Hubby called, says he's got a surprise for me when he gets home. I can't wait, the not knowing is very exciting, and all sorts of thoughts are running through my head, what could it be? Flowers would be nice, jewelry even better, maybe he's taking me to dinner... and after the last surprise he gave me I can only imagine! Mmm what could it be? 

   I still have an hour to go before he gets home, I'll take a quick bath and dress nice just in case it is dinner he has planned. I bathe quickly, dress in a black button up sweater and jeans. Ten minutes, he'll be home, the anticipation is killing me, my palms are sweaty, my heart is racing, just like a kid at Christmas.

He's here, I hear the car door shut, and then another. Do I dare look out the window, is he getting something from the back, is someone with him, no..... I won't ruin the surprise, I'll wait. I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. I will at least greet him at the door.

  I hear him at the door, walking toward it I reach it just as he pushes it open. Not letting him get but barely in I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. 

 "What's my surprise?" I ask, "I can't wait". 

  He just looks at me sheepishly, "well it's here, but you'll just have to wait for a few minutes, let me shower and get ready, then I need to do a couple of things and you'll have your surprise"."But what- ever you do while I'm showering no snooping, stay away from the windows and don't go to the car", he tells me. 

 "Aaahhh.... so it's in the car, well you better hurry I can't wait", I tell him.
He hurries off to the shower, it's all I can do to not look outside but I want it to be a surprise, so I don't. 

  He takes the fastest shower in history and soon he's calling me to the bedroom, "what your wearing is nice but I think this would be more appropriate", he tells me, holding up my red, crotchless, lace teddy". 

"Oh so this surprise is kind of like the last one you gave me", I say giving him a wicked smile.


"You said you were open to more surprises in the future, and I found one I really think you'll enjoy, a few stipulations with this one though, I want you to wear this blindfold, at least at the beginning". 

 "Hummm.... you’re making me nervous now, why the blindfold?”

 "Just part of the fun" he says, and hands me the teddy and blindfold, "now change, put on the blindfold and lay down on the bed, I'll be back in 5 minutes, feel free to touch yourself while I'm gone", he slips me an evil grin and leaves the room.

  I do as instructed, thankful I had already taken a bath, and lie on the bed nervously waiting for him to come back. Wondering what kind of handsome stud he's brought me this time, and what kind of fun this experience will be. While I'm waiting I start to touch myself, already excited by the thought of the events that are about to take place, I'm wet, my fingers slide easily into my pussy, across my clit. 

 He's back, "no peeking" he says, "just relax and enjoy the moment babe.
I feel a hand on top of mine, rubbing my clit with me, a soft hand, small like mine. All other thoughts are quickly put to rest, a soft, warm, wet, tongue begins to lick the folds of my pussy lips, I remove my hands and the tongue delves deep, dipping into my pussy and then circling my swollen button. I am no longer worried about who this mystery person is, only that whoever it is sure knows how to make a woman feel good.

 Hubby starts to kiss me and pinch my pert nipples, "does that feel good? “ he whispers in my ear.

 "Mmmmm....Yes, who is it, do I know them, never mind I don't care.... it feels so good. The person between my legs slides a finger into my steaming, wet slit, all the while tonguing me, bringing me closer and closer to climax, I arch my back and start to fuck this wonderful tongue. I have never been touched so tenderly or softly, never tongued so masterfully. 

  I feel hubby's cock on my lips, rubbing across them, coaxing them open, I take his engorged cock head in my mouth and start to tease it with my tongue, he moans as I suck the length fully into my mouth. His blowjob will have to wait, I let him slip out of my mouth, I cry out as the height of climax engulfs my body, I start to reach down to run my fingers through the hair of the mystery man, and hubby stops me. 

"Not just yet" he says, "just enjoy it, you can touch and explore soon enough", my body quivers and shakes with the most intense orgasm I've ever had. 

 I reach for his cock, he's not beside me anymore, "I want to suck your cock, where are you?" I ask.

  "I'm here, I'm just watching, you look so hot, so sexy.... would you like one of your toys?" he asks.

  "No, this feels too good, I just want this to last all night", the tongue slides up my body to my breasts, sucking softly on one nipple then the other, finger still fucking my pussy, mmmmm no other man has ever made it feel so good. I'm cumming again just as intense as the first time, my god this is incredible. 

 "Can I take off the blindfold now" I ask, the licking and fingering stops. 

  "That depends, how open-minded are you going to be, are you willing to do anything......... this will all stop if your not?" 

 "Yes.... Anything, just please let him lick my pussy more. "I'll do anything I promise, just please, please don't stop".

 "Ok, but leave the blindfold on just a few more minutes, please?" he asks.

  "Ok, just don't stop... I gasp, something cold touches my clit, I squirm away, "what is that?" I ask. It touches me again, this time sliding down my clit to my hot pussy, cold liquid runs down the crack of my ass, "is that ice?" I ask.

  "Yes, feels nice huh? “hubby says.

  After the first initial shock wore off it did feel nice, different, with the blindfold my other senses were so much more alert. All of the sudden the ice was slid into my pussy, the feeling was like no other I'd ever experienced. To make it even better that wonderful tongue was back, pushing the ice into me, then sucking it out, rubbing it on my clit over and over, until it was almost melted. The coldness of the ice made my already erect nipples even harder, as if reading my mind a cube is slid across my left breast, circling my nipple, I shiver...it's so cold, but yet so very erotic. I breathe in pants every time the ice touches my body. I first pull away then push back for more, loving this strange new sensation.   Hubby tells me to get on my hands and knees, I do, I don't want this to stop, so I obey. The mystery man is rubbing the ice over my ass, it melts and the water runs down my legs, tickling, running between my ass cheeks it warms quickly. That talented tongue starts to lick the water off of me as it runs down my body, licking my ass cheeks, legs and.…oooohhhhh tonguing my asshole. "Mmmmm that feels good" I moan, pushing back into the reaming, soft lips pressed against my cheeks, velvety tongue probing my flower. I am ready to be fucked, I beg hubby to let him fuck me, take me on my hands and knees. 

 "You will be fucked, are you sure if I let you take off the blindfold that you will still want it no matter who it is?"

  "Yes, no matter who, any one who can make me feel that good I will still want, and I trust you to know what and who I would like, before I take the blindfold off can I touch him, suck his cock, explore his body with my senses and hands?"

   "Mmmm....Yes, and I think you'll be very surprised with your exploring," he said.

   I turn around on the bed and sit with my legs tucked under me, a slender finger is sliding in and out, I reach out, feeling for his face. I touch satin hair, about shoulder length, smooth skin, and pouty lips. His tongue darts out and licks my fingers, sucking them into his mouth. Down to shoulders my hands glide.... small frame, both hands slide down his chest, searching for nipples, only to find... BREASTS, I gasp, pull my hands away. Oh my god, it's a woman, a woman has been licking my pussy, a woman has given me the best orgasms I've ever had, a woman has been touching me in ways I've only dreamed of. 

 The finger still moving in and out, feeling so good, my hands return to HER breasts, caressing them gently, rubbing her nipples, I lean forward to lick this soft nipple, suck it between my lips, for the first time I hear her moan as my tongue circles her nipple, sucking, nibbling, from one breast to the other. I lick up her chest, neck, her chin, finding her soft pouty lips. I glide my tongue across her lips, tasting myself on them, her lips part and I kiss her, softly and slowly at first, my tongue dancing with hers, then deeper, lustfully. 

 My head is spinning, I can't believe how good this feels to be with a woman, how soft and tender, how gentle every touch is. I've completely forgotten about hubby, this woman is the only thing I can think of, how good it feels having her touch me, kiss me, make me cum. She pushes me back, we lay against each other on the bed, our bodies as close as we could get them, hands roaming each other, memorizing every curve. 

 While kissing I remove the blindfold, pull away from her sweet lips and look at the first woman who has made me cum. She is very attractive and petite, I notice hubby sitting at the bottom of the bed, cock in hand, stroking his fully erect shaft, enjoying watching the two of us together. I slide my hand down her breasts, stomach, to the small patch of fine hair on her mound, I stop not sure what to do next, and then begin to do what comes natural. My hand moves lower, I slip one finger between her hot lips, she's so wet, my finger slides up into her, probing her velvety tunnel. 

 Getting lost in the moment I slide down her body planting soft kisses and licks on my way, licking from hip to hip, down her left thigh, up her right, pausing for only a second before I taste my first woman. Slowly running my tongue over her wet pussy lips, parting them with my tongue. I find her swollen button, lick it softly, and then plunge my tongue into her sweet hole. 

 Mmmm she moans, pushing into my tongue, so sweet are the juices running into my mouth. Uncertainty is quickly replaced with instinct. I lap at her slippery pussy, running my tongue up and down from clit to hole. I get on my knees, bury my face into her, sucking on her sweetness. Her body starts to quiver, I know she is about to cum, I'm making a woman cum for the first time, all the while thinking that this won't be the last time. She fucks my face, riding the waves of climax, and I love everything about it.



My First Taste of Another Man



This is my first submission so please go easy on my. This story is part fact part fantasy.

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This occurred a couple years ago when I was in college. I was your model American college student, nothing exceptional. I'm 5'10, 170 lbs, and have a modest 6 inch cut cock. I trim my pubic area and shave my balls (love how soft and smooth they are). I was a happy-go-lucky guy, the only thing that really bugged me was that I was a virgin. Not that I'm bad looking or hadn't had the opportunity, I was worried either I wouldn't be good or didn't want to take advantage of some inebriated coed.

One Friday night the summer after I had turned 21, I took to the bars by myself. Most of my friends had gone home for the summer or were attending the annual music festival held just outside of town. I had gone out early so as to miss the crowd that would be coming from the concert grounds later on. A few hours later, a little drunk and disappointedly alone I was walking back to my apartment. All of a sudden a car came to a stop near me and a male voice asked what I was up to. I responded I was on my way home from the bars. He asked how they were to which I answered pretty empty but that would soon change once the concert crowd came in. He was friendly and I was tipsy so I decided to chat with the stranger in the car. It wasn't too long into our talk when he asked if I had a girlfriend and I informed him that I did not. I began to become suspicious of him at this point but decided to continue chatting as he was a nice guy. The conversation then steered to what my sexual experience was, which being a little loose lipped I let it be known that I had none. Normally I had kept it to myself that I was a virgin, I didn't really want the public to know. As you can imagine I wasn't too proud of the fact I had not had sex yet at 21. 

He asked if I had ever done anything with a guy. I explained coming from where I did it would've been highly looked down upon, but that the thought had crossed my mind. I mean I had watched plenty of porn and read stories and like most people I enjoyed watching a big hard cock compared to a shrimpy little thing. Seeing guys finish on a chicks face or body was hot.

He then shocked me by asking if I wanted to hang out and have a few drinks. Being somewhat tipsy and wanting a friend to hang out with I decided, "what the hell, why not?" I said I'd like that. He invited me into his car, saying he only lived a few blocks away, so I hopped in. We soon arrived at a nice looking duplex. He explained his roommates were gone for the summer and he had the place to himself. Once inside he offered me a beer which I readily accepted. We watched some tv and drank our beers with minimal talking. Once finished he grabbed another round and set about finding something else to watch. He discovered one of the many cheesy porn flicks on Cinemax and asked if I minded. "Not a problem" I stated.

We soon talked about the awful acting and terrible sex scenes and I described how some friends and I made a drinking game out of a porn. He was intrigued and suggested we do the same. "Beer and porn" not a bad combo so I readily agreed. We made our rules and soon the game was afoot. 

An hour or so and a few beers later the movie ended and we were both pretty lit. I went to use the bathroom and returned to find him grasping his cock through his shorts. Seeing him slowly stroking his cock made my cock twitch in my pants. I thought I hadn't been noticed but he caught me off guard when he looked over at me and said it was ok, he knew I was watching. I slowly and awkwardly entered the room saying I was sorry for having watched him. He said it was fine, and that he was sorry, the beer and porn had gotten him horny and he couldn't help but give himself a little stroke while I was gone.

He asked if I were horny too, to which I replied I was. He began stroking himself through his shorts and said he didn't mind if I did the same but he needed to relieve himself. I was a bit taken aback but decided "what the hell", it was his house after all and the porn and booze had me horny as well. My cock had grown hard as well as I stole glances at him as he continued to rub his bulge. I couldn't believe the thoughts running through my head!

Soon enough he raised his hips and lowered his shorts freeing his cock for all to see. I looked over and had to admit I was impressed with his hard cock sticking up. "But I'm straight" I reminded myself and forced myself to turn my attention back to the tv. This worked and after a while I got comfortable with this stranger masturbating beside me, until he upped the ante. 

As I was focused on the movie that had started I felt a hand gently grasp my cock through my shorts. I flinched at first contact but as the grasp turned into groping I couldn't help but give in to the pleasure his hand was giving me.

"There, that isn't so bad, is it?" he quietly whispered as he continued feeling my hardness. Once I became used to the feeling he took me a step farther and slipped his hand inside my shorts and took hold of my bare cock. "Mmmm, so hard" he said as he stroked my rigid cock. "Let's free you up" he said began lower my shorts. My body reacted and I raised my hips to allow him to proceed. His hand then returned to my cock as though that is where it was meant to be. I kept my focus on the movie as he continued to manipulate my now pulsing cock. I couldn't believe what was happening, here I was on a stranger's couch drunk and getting a handjob.

That all changed a minute or two later when I felt him move from his position on the couch. Slowly he moved to the floor in front of me and prodded my legs to open. Once they were open he moved between them and leaned in close, laying his head on my upper thigh, while he stroked me. I could feel his breath on my cock as he watched my body react to his touch. Then his head moved and I looked down to see what he was doing. He looked me in the eyes as he lowered his head and gave my cock a long lick from its base to the tip, and my body shook at the incredible feeling. He smiled at my reaction and repeated the lick. He then moved lower and began tonguing my taught balls. I couldn't believe the pleasure he was giving me, licking and stroking. Now a large bead of precum formed on my head and noticing this he gave another long lick up, stopping to look me in the eyes again before placing his lips around my cock head and tonguing the drop from my slit. "Mmmm" we both groaned. He then began taking more of my cock into his hot mouth and bobbing up and down my pole. I was frozen solid only able to moan my approval of his administrations on my dick. I had never felt anything like it as he swirled his tongue around cock while taking all my cock into his mouth. I knew I wouldn't last long and soon began restlessly moving to maximize the pleasure. 

I moaned that I was going to cum which only seemed to spur him on. His head was flying up and down my cock as he reached down and took my balls into his hand. This sent me over the edge and I felt my cock expand as I began shooting cum into his mouth. He had moved his focus to my cock head as this happened and he continued to stroke me with his free hand. This was the most intense, powerful orgasm of my life and I think I shot of quart of sperm into his awaiting mouth.

When my cock finally stopped twitching and began to shrink he raised his head and swallowed my load with a grin. "Mmm mmm good" he stated taking my hands in his. He guided me forward until I slid off the couch kneeling on the floor. He stood in front of me, his cock looking massive as it throbbed in front of me. He took my hand and slowly guided it to his cock and wrapped my hand around it and began slowly jerking himself using my hand. Soon he removed his hand and I continued the motion as if I were meant to my entire life. I was mesmerized, staring at his big cock. He then took my hand and gently pulled me forward until the tip was at my mouth. I instinctively stuck out my tongue and licked at the precum on his tip. He groaned his approval and inched his hips forward. I opened my mouth and received his cock. He moaned loudly as my lips closed around his shaft. I think I may have moaned a little too at the intense feeling this brought about. 

I had read stories about how hard and yet a cock is, and suddenly realized how true that description is. His dick was hard as a rock but it still had a softness to it. He pushed his hips forward until his cock was at the back of my throat and I gagged. He pulled back a little and gently pulled my head forward before pushing me back away. After a few more practiced movements he released my head and I took over on my own. I had always been indoctrinated that a guy sucking cock was bad, but here I was on my knees with what I found out later to be a 7.5" cock in my mouth, and I was enjoying it! I began moving with more resolve, more emotion, I wanted to get him off as he had me. I could taste his precum on my tongue as I forced his cock as deep as I could. On one upstroke I pulled off his cock and lowered my head, taking one of his big balls into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue. He moaned loud and thrust his cock into my hand. I moved to his other ball and continued my assault. Then I gave him a long lick up his shaft and resumed sucking his cock like a dehydrated man at a water fountain. 

One hand found his balls and began playing with them as my head was moving up and down his shaft. He was thrusting his hips forward trying to get more of his cock down my throat. He yelled he was going to cum as I felt his cock expand. I moved to the head as he had with me and began working his balls and shaft with my hands. I soon felt the first shot of cum hit the back of my mouth and swallowed quickly as another followed rapidly behind. He moaned throughout his orgasm as he fired 6-7 cum blasts into my mouth. As his orgasm subsided and his cock began to shrink I let it out of my mouth and looking up gave one final swallow to show him how much I enjoyed his cum.

We both returned to the couch in the afterglow of our actions. After a short time I announced I should be headed home and after dressing he drove me to my apartment. As I got out he thanked me for the fun and hoped we could get back together sometime. I agreed and watched as he drove off. That night in bed I jerked off replaying the events of that night in my head and tried to catch some of my own cum in my mouth, and sometimes do still to this day. 

I never saw that mystery man again, but will never forget that amazing night exchanging blowjobs. 

*****

 I hope you enjoyed my story, I plan on adding more as I go and across different genres. Comments are welcome and thank you for reading.



My First Taste of Black Magic



Susan, you were right, I can't believe I doubted you. I denied myself the joy of black men for all those years. When I think of all that black cock I could have enjoyed nearly brings tears to my eyes. I envy all your black boyfriends back in those crazy school days. You went with, what,...maybe eight or ten guys. I recall being curious though reserved-I lacked the moxie to break with the pack.

Well, my dear Susan, I'm a believer now. You see I recently shed those stupid inhibitions and began dating black men. Actually it was three weeks ago when I finally "got religion!"-BLACK MAGIC!

And so, Susan, there I was on my knees about to worship my first big, throbbing, black penis. It was aimed just inches from my face, my quivering red-glossed lips. To say that it was the most appetizing dick ever to grace my presence would not be an overstatement. Its smooth ebony skin glistened wonderfully down the entire veiny shaft except for the bulbous head. Here it turned nearly pinkish as it jetted from its turtle-like foreskin. Having lived 24 years in denial and dreaming vicariously through your sex life, it all seemed to come down to this moment. I was just seconds away from tasting it as I gazed greedily in awe still marveling at its full eight inches of joy. My eyes were sponges soaking in its mysterious knowledge. It was art, a fucking masterpiece. I studied the peehole, which reminded me of a tiny mouth. If it could speak I imagined it might say something like, "Open wide, girlie, I'm coming in!" My whole body shook in anticipation of taking this juicy tube of blood-engorged flesh through my lips, into my mouth, and down my moist throat. My breath whispered across it, hot and uneven as my heart pulsed. I could contain myself no longer: my hand pumped him gently as I parted my willing lips and...but I'm getting a head of myself.

Remember when we used to kick around a bit back when we were kids? We had a lot of great times you and me. It abruptly came to an end though when I shied away after you began running with black guys. It was an ignorance, I admit. I was an idiot for allowing myself to fall victim to peer pressure. And worse of all, I was a hypocrite because I secretly lusted for your black boyfriends. For what it matters, I am sorry. Truly.

Anyway, Susan, it's been how many years since we saw each other? I bet at least five. I should tell you that I married computer salesman, Harry. I suppose I don't need to tell you that he's white. I've kept my figure for which Harry is so proud of showing off. It may sound conceded but I have never had a problem attracting attention from the opposite sex. With a 34B cup size, a "cute bubble butt" (as Harry will say), azure blue eyes, and jet black hair set against my pale white skin, I know I'm a catch for any man. I take good care of myself. I work out almost daily, wear fashionable clothes, make routine visits to the nail salon to maintain my one and a half inch nails, and have perfected my make-up. Remember all the time we used to spend trying all the latest make-overs. Back then I could never get it right. Now I am very confident with my appearance. We have an easy life with a fairly routine routine. I suppose some people would call it a rut.

You see, Susan, my husband and I have sort of drifted apart. Harry has become so absorbed in his work the last few years that we almost live separate lives. Often he is on the road and though I can't find proof he has ever been unfaithful, I can't say he satisfies me completely. We rarely make love.

I work as an accountant for a small telemarketing firm about 25 hours a week. When he is away on business I sometimes check out the night life around town. A lot of new clubs have opened downtown. Although I just go out to dance, I never seriously considered cheating on my husband. And let me let you I have had opportunities. From both black and white men.

Lately, I have experienced very intense dreams of black men fucking me. Actually it's more like black cocks as I never see their faces. I may recall a glimpse of a chest or shoulder but definitely no faces. Weird. Many mornings I have risen with a dripping pussy and a day-long horniness that just doesn't quit. Black cocks that once filled my night dreams are now filling my head during the day as well.

One morning, after such a dream, I woke, masturbated, then tried a cold shower to rid my mind of cock. Still their images persisted. So powerful in fact that I became obsessed. At work that day I lost all hope of getting any serious work done. I asked my boss for the rest of the day off. He is a dear to work for and though he granted me my request he did insist I stay until lunch. Somehow I managed to finish my morning assignment.

After punching out I headed down to Pharo's, an urban club about ten minutes from work. Pharo's is a class establishment. The interior is posh and cushiony. It's very clean and comfortable and has a mostly black clientele. It was around half past noon. I knew it would be slow but my need was great.

Well, Susan, I walked in and found two black men at the bar and a white red-haired bartender, who looked as out of place as me. They were all about my age and were engrossed in an afternoon ball game on the tube. I stepped up to the farther side of the bar and ordered a chablis. I drank in silence and hoped that one of the blacks might start a conversation with me. When, after my first drink, that didn't happen I decided I should make the first move. As I was about to walk over to them and offer to buy the next round, the taller of the two walked in the back to the mens room. This, I thought, was even a better opportunity. After a couple of minutes I took the chance and I walked back coyly slipping into the mens room. He was just buckling up at the urinal.

My heart pounded as I stood in the doorway.

He turned, surprised, and nonchalantly said in a deep voice, "What's up, honey? This ain't no ladies room."

"I know. " I said. I was shaking from anticipation. "I wasn't looking for the ladies room."

"Oh?" he responded with a touch of sarcasm in his tone.

I suddenly realized I held the advantage position and blurted out exactly what I wanted to say: "I came in here looking for some action. I would very much like to suck you off." I couldn't believe I said it but there I was. Just hearing myself say the words almost made me cream my jeans.

"What?!"

I kept my composure, looked directly in his eyes, and confidently spoke: "I want to suck your dick. I want to know what it tastes like. You got a problem with that?"

"Damn, woman. No I got no problem. You want it right here?"

"Right here, right now." I walked smugly into a stall, my high heels clicking on the tiled floor. It had a mellow musky odor. I placed the lid top down on the toilet and sat down. I tried to exude power and authority though my entire body seemed to shake with excitement. "Come here-bring it on!."

In seconds he was standing directly in front of me like an obedient puppy and began to undo his pants. "Wait," I said, "I'll do that."

I slowly unzipped him and let his trousers fall to the floor. I rubbed him through his jockey shorts with my hand. My long fingernails carefully scratched his manhood through his cotton briefs. As he hardened I saw the head boring its way through the waist band. It struggled for freedom. I carefully pealed back his underwear and drew them down. His long slab of joy sprung forwards. And so here it was-fleshy and gorgeous and black, just inches from my face, as I said before. I finally had a black cock all to my own just like in my dreams.

"Wow," I told him, "you have a very beautiful cock. It's just the right length and thickness. I hope you won't mind giving me a thorough tonsiling with it."

"No problem, lady," he sort of giggled.

"No, I am very serious. I want you to stuff it all the way down my throat. I want you to literally fuck my face. Make me gag on it. Don't be shy. Think of me as your personal cock receptacle. And when you cum, well, I'll give you a choice. You can either pump it down my throat or blow it in my mouth. Personally, I'd like to taste it but it's your call."

Now that he was given his instructions, I wasted no time in beginning my fun. I took his cock in my hand and brought the head to my lips. My tongue first went for the peehole. I licked it several times. It was salty, probably from his having just urinated. I took the head between my lips and drew it in, sucking hard. He moaned and braced himself with his arms against the frame of the stall doorway. I carefully lathered his entire cock, licking and tasting all sides. It was delicious. I nibbled along the shaft's tender underside and kissed the peehole while manipulating it with my hands. I was lifted serenely to black cock heaven as he grew more and more excited. When he started rocking his hips, I took the hint and opened my mouth for him to fill. He began to poke it further in and I responded by sucking more of its length with each thrust. His hands grabbed the back of my head and I looked up at him with my deep blue eyes to confirm my consent.

We were committed in jamming that cock all the way down my throat. With each oncoming thrust another half inch slipped down. I lustfully accepted a dozen more rams until that throbbing monster laid claim to my esophagus. Clearly now the advantage was his-he was in full blood lust. I would receive a thorough face-fucking whether I wanted it or not. I loved it! Thrust after thrust, dive after dive, his black pecker penetrated the depths of my accommodating throat. I couldn't believe cock sucking could be so much fun. He was so hard and so manly. And Goddamn he felt and tasted so fucking good, Susan.

Having worked up a good steady rhythm, it easily sliding in and out as saliva seeped out in long strands then dribbled on the floor. I creamed my undies several times while fingering myself. Then almost disparately, he clutched my hair, planted his cock in my throat, and held my face way down into his crotch. He bucked with my nose nuzzled in his pubic hairs. Not once, not twice, but three times. I was completely plugged and couldn't breathe. I thought he'd shoot his spunk right down my throat but unfortunately, I couldn't hold him in any longer and had to push off him gagging and gasping for air.

At this point there was no turning back. His eyes told me that he couldn't stop if he wanted to and I so wanted his seed. Quickly he brought it back to my face and pushed my hands away. Pumping his cock with his own hand, he aimed his cock directly at my mouth. I instinctively fell to my knees in front of him and looked him square in the eyes. With his free hand he cupped the back of my head. I licked my lips and opened wide for him. Offering my extended tongue as an easy target for his ejaculate, he nestled his mushroomed head on it and vigorously stroked himself as I held on to his upper thighs anticipating my sweet pungent treat. Pre-come oozed and I got a quick prelude of what was forthcoming, Susan. My body was electric and nervously twitched, my panties soaked through. My God, it was good. It was so fucking good, Susan!

Then at last he came. A huge wad of sperm skipped across the back of my tongue and clung to the back walls of my throat. I made gagging noises but keep my mouth wide open for his next shot. His second-a big white oyster of jism-fell on the flat of my tongue. I pulled it quickly in and opened wide for the third blast. This one hit the roof of my mouth and ran slowly drizzled down toward my throat. I pushed his hand away and fastened my right hand around his hardon and my lips around the crown of his cockhead. I pumped the rest of his warm delicious offering into my mouth. Goddamn, Susan, I confess to you now that it tasted beyond my expectations. It was fucking delectable! Just kneeling there in front of him with a warm mouthful of his freshly deposited sperm was enough to convince me that I would be back soon for more black men. Yes indeed, Susan, my future was looking black!

In the meantime, he looked down at me in disbelief as his cock softened. "Damn, woman, you took the whole load in your mouth?"

I nodded, marinating my taste buds in his spunk. I rolled it around and even thought of gargling it but decided finally just to swallow it down. I then kissed him, Susan. No, not on his lips but on the tip of his sticky penis of course. I pulled his underwear up and carefully repackaged his equipment.

"Hey," I called as he started to leave, "Thank you." He turned and nodded, obviously pleased. "One more thing..." I said.

"I know," he said looking back, "I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret."

"No, I WANT you to tell your friends out there. I was hoping you could send your buddy in...I'm still hungry."

"Whoa! Okay, sure I'll let him know you're waiting for him."

"You're such a dear! Thanks. For your efforts here's my phone number. Anytime you would like to do this again I hope you'll call."

"Thanks. I sure will...Tiara," he said reading my name from my note.

Well, tan eternity of five minutes went by before his friend walked in. I was still in the stall. "Tiara?" he said almost meekishly.

"Over here in the stall" I answered.

"Oh, wow, Fred was right, you are waiting for me aren't you?"

"Yes I am..now let me help you off with your pants."

As I pulled down his jeans I noticed he was already hard. "Fred must have given you the intimate details, huh? His story excite you?"

"It sure did," he confessed.

"Well, I'll try to live up to his account of the facts."

I unceremoniously brought my face to his crotch. Taking his manhood in my hands I rubbed his cock and balls all over my face. His musk was stronger and he was circumcised and had a larger dick than Fred. It was perhaps two inches longer and a bit fatter. It had a lot of veins and was also lighter in color. As I began licking up and down the shaft, I wondered if I would be able to inhale his cock as I had Fred's.

With my left hand I pushed his hard-on so that it was against his belly and rubbed my fingers up and down the shaft as my lips sucked on one of his hairy balls. He moaned and growled. When pearly drops of pre-cum ran down his cock, I took my right index finger and captured the drops from his peehole.

"What's your name, lover?"

"Simon." he said.

Then I brought my wet finger to my lips and sucked his cum off it. I found it tangy and even tastier than Fred's jism. I couldn't wait for him to shoot off in my mouth. "Simon, you taste delicious, even better than your friend."

I resumed my ball sucking/shaft rubbing technique. "Tiara, could you please use your long nails to scratch my shaft just where you are rubbing it now."

"Will that get you off quicker, lover?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, it sure will," he said.

I quickly let his cock drop and circled the base with my left hand directing the cockhead to my mouth. Trapping his bulbous head between my lips, I gingerly scratched the underside of his shaft with my red polished nails. He loved it. My tongue worked the head, circling, lapping, and teasing it. "Oh. Oh...ohhhhh...." The truth neared. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! That quickly he shot three huge loads in my mouth. I tightened my lip grip on him and BLAM! BLAM! BLAM he unloaded three more. I knew that if I didn't swallow, his precious sauce would leak out. I ate his seed, quickly swallowing three times. His cockhead was still locked in my lips. I grabbed him by his ass and forced him forward. Most but not all of his dick went down my eager throat. No way could I suck it all down. Too bad, Susan, he certainly deserved to be deep-throated because his cum was the best I ever tasted.

He withdrew his dick from my mouth then bent down to lift his jeans. I spied a dab of spunk clinging to the peehole. "WAIT!" I nearly screamed and grabbed his black rod. I milked the remaining seed into the palm of my hand by pressing my thumb down the underside of his shaft and drawing it forward. Another half teaspoon of sperm eased out of him. I then, cat-like, licked the jism from my hand.

Needless to say I gave him my number too. I fixed my hair and makeup and walked out to the bar and thanked both of my black lovers. "See you soon, studs" and I waved goodbye. The bartender looked disappointed. Oh, well, I really wasn't interested in him.

Susan, these two black men certainly fulfilled a dream of mine, in fact, they surpassed all my expectations. I was hoping that I could convince you to meet up with me so we could get reacquainted again since we now share a mutual interest. Please write or call me soon.

With kind wishes,

Tiara