0 comments/ 45322 views/ 2 favorites Beginnings By: Suesse It was late when I came home that day; somewhere around 8 p.m. I heard Michael and another man talking in the other room when I closed the door behind me and took off my jacket. I kicked off my shoes and watched them flying into a corner. And I left them there, too tired to pick them up to put them where they belonged. When I walked into the living room, I saw Michael and Pete sitting on the floor by the sofa playing cards. They looked up when they saw me come in, and I walked over to Michael to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. 'Hi,' I said, and even my voice sounded tired. Michael gave me this intense look of his that showed me how pale I must have been. 'Pete came by two hours ago to hang out, and he brought Chinese food for all of us. Are you hungry?' I shook my head before I ran my fingers through Michael's brown hair and smiled at Pete. 'I ate at work!' Then I turned around to walk out of the room. 'I'm beat! I'll jump into the shower.' The hot shower relaxed my muscles and washed away half of the stress of the day. My mind started to wander and as my hands spread soap over my slick wet body, I thought of Michael and how I wished he came in right now to shave my legs and pussy for me. But he did not come and I had to admit that knowing of two men being just in the other room excited me tonight for some reason. Pete was one friend of Michael's who could turn me on. But before I could start imagining what could possibly happen, I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off while I tried to get these thoughts out of my head. After all, I had never had sex with two men at the same time, and I was not even sure I could do it if it came down to it. Not tired but lazy now, I put on a shirt and a pair of sweat shorts, and I walked back into the living room and sat down on the sofa to watch Nick and Pete play cards. After finishing the game, Nick walked behind the sofa until he stood right behind me. I could feel his hands moving my blond hair to one side before he started massaging my neck very gently. 'Tough day at work?' I heard him say softly while I closed my eyes to simply enjoy his hands on my back. 'Hmmm,' I sighed, relaxing quite a bit under his massaging fingers. 'Did you know that Pete gives incredible massages? He should be the one standing behind you here.' I opened my eyes after Michael's remark and looked at Pete who still sat next to the sofa on the floor. He was looking right at me with these incredible blue eyes, and I smiled at him lazily. 'Do you have a specialty?' I asked and wondered what made me become so outright inviting. Yes, I wanted to feel his hands on me, but I had never thought it would ever happen. But now, Pete moved closer towards me until he sat right in front of me and lifted my feet up onto his lap. 'I like to start with your feet,' he said, starting to rub around my ankle. 'Let me show you!' For a while, I watched Pete massaging my feet but then I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of four hands on my body. It was incredible, and I was sure I had never felt that relaxed before in my life. Pete's hands were gentle but firm, and he knew what he was doing. Slowly, his hands moved up over my ankles to my knees, and it took a while for me to notice that my feelings changed form being purely relaxed to becoming mildly excited. Michael had let go of my neck and I leaned back against the sofa until my head and shoulders lay comfortable against the soft material. I felt Michael's hands brushing my hair away from my face, and then he started planting short kisses all over my face, until his mouth found my lips and his tongue started playing with mine in an intensifying rhythm. I lifted my arms to put them around Michael's head and pulled his face even closer to mine in order to increase the pressure of his lips. I moaned softly when one of his hands slid down and enveloped my left tit through the thin cotton of my shirt. I had not bothered putting on a bra after the shower, and my nipples reacted to his familiar touch by hardening and becoming very visible through the shirt. When Michael lifted his head, he smiled at me. 'You are so beautiful baby!' Now, both of his hands caressed my tits through my shirt, and my nipples stood very erect. 'Would you like to show Pete your beautiful tits?' For a moment I was shocked. I had completely forgotten about Pete sitting by my feet, massaging my legs. Now, I looked down at him and our eyes met when Michael started pulling up my shirt. And when the cotton lifted off my tits and Pete's eyes broke contact with mine to look at my breast, I knew that I wanted this experience more than anything else right now. When Pete looked me in the eyes again, Michael had pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the floor, and I felt very sexy when I saw Pete's passionate expression. Michael's hands returned to my tits and he bent over the sofa to take a nipple into his mouth. But before I could actually feel his hot mouth on me, I felt Pete's hands traveling up my thighs and spreading my legs slowly. Within a few seconds, I could feel Michael's mouth sucking on my nipple while Pete kissed his way up my thigh in circular motions. I held my breath when his fingers and mouth reached my shorts. Then, I could feel Nick's mouth on my other tit, circling the nipple with his warm tongue, teasing me. I moaend. But he lifted his head to look at Pete who still caressed my thighs. 'Go ahead and take those shorts off of her,' Michael said and his voice was deep with excitement. 'Do you want to show Pete your gorgeous pussy, baby?' he asked, looking at me briefly before he resumed teasing my nipples. He closed his lips around a nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth . I moaend loudly, not knowing what else to do. I was swept away by the excitement that was building inside of me. While Michael suckd on my nipples, I felt Pete's hands sliding my shorts down my legs and off my feet. Then his hands were back on my thighs, spreading my legs wide. I whimpered when I felt his fingers in my trimmed pussy hair and then on my newly shaved pussy lips. Michael suckd my nipple hard into his mouth , obviously watching his friend exploring my pussy. While my nipples were sucked on and my legs were spread wider to give both Pete and Michael an excellent view of my already wet pussy, I did not know how to deal with the intense emotions that swept over me. I was hornier than I had ever been and for the first time I was close to losing total control of my actions. I could hear myself moan loudly when Pete's fingers spread my pussy lips and exposed my swollen clit. 'Oh baby, you are gorgeous!' I heard Pete say, and then I could feel Michael's fingers on my clit, taking the swollen knob between one finger and his thumb and rubbing it between them. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to watch both men's fingers getting soaked with my cream while they pleasured me. I watched Pet move closer until his lips closed around one of my pussy lips and started to suck it gently into his mouth. I was losing it. I grabbed Michael's head with both hands, not knowing whether I wanted to make him stop or not. He looked at me then, stopping his movements on my clit and planting a hot kiss on my mouth. Between kisses he said 'Are you ready to be eaten out?' And: 'Are you ready to be fucked by two cocks tonight?' I could not say anything at all, I just stared at him, being scared of my intense feelings. Bt I was more horny than scared, and when I watched Pete's tongue on my wet pussy, circling my clit and then diving into my hot cunt, I let out a scream and bucked my hips involuntarily, trying to get closer to his crazy-making tongue. Michael stood next to the sofa, taking his clothes off, and when he sat back down on the sofa next to me, he took my hand and put it around his throbbing rock hard cock before his fingers collected pussy juice from my hot entrance, smeared it on my clit, and gave my clit a few hard tugs while Pete's tongue dove deep into my cunt. And I came and came and came. Pete's tongue fucking me furiously, Nick's cock in my hand, and his mouth on my nipple, I forgot to breathe, to think, to react. I just moaned uncontrollably, and Pete had trouble keeping his tongue buried inside of me to lick up all the cream that I gave him. The first thing I saw after coming down from this intense orgasm were two hard cocks a few inches from my face. Without thinking I grabbed one with each hand and slid towards the front of the sofa until I could touch both heads with my tongue. Oh god, it felt incredibly erotic to lick two cockheads at the same time and to taste their pre-cum. To not favor one over the other, I jerked both off with my hands and alternated sucking the heads into my mouth. I didn't even have to look down my flat belly. I knew the sofa was getting soaked with my cream. 'Kneel on the floor, baby!' came Michael's voice after a few minutes. 'Let Pete have some of that horny pussy!' Kneeling on hands and knees, Pete's cock was thick but did not have a problem making his way inside my wet cunt. I pushed back against him and moaned as he rubbed against my g-spot on his way in. I could only imagine what it would feel like if he fucked me hard. Michael laid down on his back underneath me until his head came to rest between Pete's and my thighs. Moaning, I took his throbbing cock into my mouth just as he nibbled on my clit with his teeth. I gasped, feeling Pete moving in and out of me slowly. Then I heard Pete moaning wildly. As I looked back between my swaying tits, I saw Michael's tongue trailing over Pete's hanging balls before he took one into his hot mouth. Like that we moved, Pete fucking me with steady long strokes, my mouth sucking Michael's cock, and Michael who alternated his assault on my clit and Pete's balls. I came just as Michael's finger made its way up Pete's ass to linger around his hole teasingly and Pete grabbed my hips harder to slam his cock deep inside my spasming cunt. 'Oh my fucking God!' Pete yelled, and came deep inside of me, and as soon as he slipped out of me, Michael turned me around onto my back to fuck me furiously. It took him only a few strokes to unload his cum and he collapsed on top of me. Later, I refused to believe that Michael and Pete had not planned this night in advance, no matter how they insisted on their innocence. Beginnings He held her legs apart, then quickly cuffed each ankle to the corner post of the bed. Spread eagled as she was, he now had total access to her body, the knowledge bringing his own body to full excitement. He moved up towards her head and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, but fear also lurked there serving to heighten his lust. He watched her face, her eyes dropping to stare at his hands as he moved to his belt, unfastening the buckle then pulling it from the loops of his trousers. He let the leather run through his hand before tossing the belt to the side chair. His fingers worked at the buttons of his fly, but instead of letting his jeans fall, he reached inside and ran his thumb over the tip of his cock. He heard her gasp and watched as her hips began a subtle thrusting. "Slut", he whispered as he withdrew his thumb, now wet from the pre-cum gathered on his tip. He leaned forward and gently brushed his thumb across the fullness of her lower lip, the gag in her mouth not allowing her to yet taste him. She whimpered her distress, all the while continuing the gyrations of her hips, a part of her so eager to allow this man liberties with her body, another part of her anxious to acknowledge his control of her – yet she could not voice her desires. He stepped back and moved out of her range of sight, quickly disposing of the confines of his clothing. He needed to slake his thirst for this slut, but on his own terms; he would not be pushed by her need to give in to him. He sat back in his chair and took his cock in his fist, beginning a slow rhythmic pumping, watching her as she strained to find him in the room. Her moans of frustration angered him. "Enough slut", he yelled. "My belt longs to sting that pretty flesh of yours. Do not tempt me to heed its wishes." As he leisurely fisted his cock, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to the beginnings that brought this wanton whore to his notice. It had begun innocently enough, a chance meeting in a chat room – domestic politics of all things. They had begun a heated debate, keeping the other chat room occupants amused with their strongly opposed views and intense exchanges. After that first night, they had agreed to disagree, but each visited the same room a number of times over the coming weeks in the hopes of enjoying further discussions to promote their views. As they got to know each other, they found that while their politics would always be at different ends of the spectrum, they had other views they could discuss calmly and rationally, even agree upon. They also found that they lived within 100 miles of each other. This "closeness" encouraged them to open up further and they soon moved to more personal discussions about their lives. He was a good listener, very perceptive and soon she was telling him about failed relationships, hopes for her future, desires unfulfilled. And he quickly grasped that one of those desires was something she could not yet acknowledge even to herself. To bring her to that acknowledgement, he knew he would need more intimate time with her, not the sterility of a chat room. So he suggested that perhaps their conversations would be more fulfilling over the phone – inflections and modulation of the voice offering each a better understanding of the other's view. She readily agreed, especially as he didn't push for her number, rather offering his own for her to collect call. Their first conversation was stilted in the beginning but as he warmed her to her topic, he heard ease and comfort seep into her tone and knew he would quickly have the measure of this woman. Their call finished sooner than perhaps she expected, but he wanted her confident that he was not pushing for more than she was prepared to give. But he immediately emailed her after the conversation: "You know, we never did get around to describing ourselves. Now that I've head your voice, I want to see you in my mind. Paint a picture for me." She replied: "LOL – I'm not a very good artist, but here goes. I'm petite, only 5'2". It's not an issue for me though. I have long dark curls – natural.. actually, I'm only just starting to appreciate them! *sm Um, I have green eyes and pale skin thanks to Scottish parents. But I tan at the salon. Naughty, I know, but hey." She wondered about offering more information but as he'd kept their conversations to quite a factual level, she wasn't sure that that was what he wanted. So she ended... "Your turn...". His response was immediate: "Sm* You sound very pretty. I'm imagining a Boticelli angel with dancing eyes and a wicked sense of humour. Am I right? -Me, I'm 6'3", dark hair, blue eyes, Spanish background but distant. Fairly muscular, I like to work out. A natural tan – saves on those salon $$$s you're dishing out!! Sleep well, my dear. We will speak again." She read his message with an unexpected thrill – something in this last email triggered a response in her that she couldn't quite identify and it left her oddly unsettled. That night when she went to bed, she couldn't stop her hands from drifting to cup her breasts. Although the sheets were cool and she was naked between them, her body was throbbing with a desire she didn't fully understand. She twisted her nipples between her fingers and spread her legs wide, lifting her hips as if she were fucking an imaginary lover. With her eyes closed, her lover began to take form, with dark looks and piercing blue eyes. She pictured him watching her, taking in her rounded breasts and their pouting pink nipples, her softly curved belly and the pussy she liked to keep perfectly bare. She imagined him readying himself to thrust between her thighs, and with a high pitched cry of release, she pinched her nipples hard and allowed the friction of the top sheet against her clit to bring her to orgasm. Her breath came in quick gasps as she came down from her climax; she had never cum so quickly and her blood burned as it raced through her veins. but while it had been an enjoyable experience, she felt strangely unfulfilled. She rose from the bed, and returned to her computer and logged in. She wanted to email him again but was unsure of what she was going to say. While the computer logged her in, she began reading through their past emails, not sure what she was looking for, or how it would quench the thirst gripping her. When she came to that last email, the words "my dear" jumped out at her, causing an uncontrollable shiver of desire to snake through her body. What was this? Why would two words bring such an unbidden response? As she gazed at the words, another email flew into her inbox... It was from him. He was obviously logged in too, and must have seen her come back on line. She opened the message... "Can't sleep, huh?" Quickly she typed back, "No, not quite ready yet." She had a feeling he knew how she had satisfied herself only minutes before, but she wasn't quite prepared to share that with him, so she tacked on, "I have a report due on Monday and I don't think I've got it quite right. Thinking about it is keeping me awake." The she added, "Want to chat on MSN?" "No. Why don't you call me and let's see if I can help you get to sleep. If you can take your phone through to your bedroom, crawl into bed and we can have a late night chat." She pondered his reply... did she want to talk to him again tonight? She wasn't feeling uneasy but she sensed that this phone call would change the direction of their friendship. Was she prepared for that? Would she be losing a friend or gaining something far more special. Deciding it was worth the risk, she quickly replied with a "yes, I'll call"... and logged out. She went back to her bedroom, shimmied out of her robe and slid back between the cooling sheets. Fluffing up the pillows behind her, she dimmed the bedside lamp and picked up the phone. The sheet and duvet were pulled up over her breasts, tucked in under her arms and her knees were bent, forming a tent in the bedclothes. She took a deep breath and dialled his number. "Hey there, beautiful." The warmth in his voice made her smile and her misgivings were quickly forgotten. "Hi yourself. You couldn't sleep either?" "No, but I had a brief to finish anyway. I was just emailing it to my colleague for his input when I saw you come online again. What were your plans? Going to surf or chat?" "Oh, I just thought I'd surf around – no, that's not quite true. In all honesty, I was going to email you again but I'm not quite sure what about!" She sighed, shifted a little in the bed and patted down the covers with her free hand. "So, what would you like to talk about? Politics, hmmm?" She laughed, "Lordy no, not at this time of nigh!" His tone lowered as he replied, "I like it when you laugh... very sexy." She flushed, warmed by his comment. "Oh well, I've heard laughing is good for the soul." "Ah the soul. Life is always good when the soul is nourished." The timbre of his voice lulled her into a warmth she had long forgotten, and they continued their conversation in hushed tones, exploring their philosophies and sharing anecdotes of their lives. She snuggled into the bedcovers and hugged the phone to her, wishing instead that it was the tenderness of his embrace rather than the plastic of technology that pulled them together. She must have expressed her wish to be close to him out loud, as he came back with a desire of his own. "Ah my dear, if I were there right now, I would be happy to warm your flesh with my body." She gasped, embarrassed that she had let slip with a comment she thought she only had in her mind. He lightened the mood a little, understanding that she had not meant to impart her longing in such a way. "It's ok. I'm not going to rush out and try and find where you live. And I must tell you, I have been lying here thinking the same thing myself. You have a beautiful voice, and I am imagining your body will match it perfectly" She smiled again, relieved.. "Thank you. I love listening to you too. And I guess that wouldn't be so bad, to maybe meet sometime." "I would like that very much. Now, I think I may have to let you get that sleep you're needing. But before you go, I want to share something with you – I hope you won't be too shocked." "Sure, what is it." "Well, when I hang up from you, I want you to know that I am going to allow myself the pleasure of inviting you into my dreams. And in those dreams, I am going to allow us to find delight together. Will you mind?" Her breathing hitched as she closed her eyes and let the image of the two of them together flicker through her mind, his thoughts reminiscent of her earlier self satisfaction. "Are you there, sweetheart? I've shocked you." "No, no, I... I was just thinking about what you said." "Ah, and you like that idea...?" "Yes, yes I do... " "Well maybe one day we might enjoy together, hmmm? I'm going to tell you something else... but stop me if you don't want me to go on..." "Ok" "Over the past few minutes, while we've been talking, I've taken the covers off my bed and I've allowed the breeze of my open window to drift over my body. I'm imagining that it's you, your soft breath caressing me as you speak." Her pulse started to race and she too imagined leaning into him, allowing her breath to skitter over his flushed skin. "I like that image..." He heard her move restlessly in her bed and knew from the increased noise of her breathing that he was arousing her with his words. "Will you do something for me, little one." "Um, maybe..." "Hmmm, you little tease... I can almost see the wicked glint in those lovely green eyes. You have captivated me, you know that?!" He could hear the smile in her voice when she replied, her attitude emboldened by his compliments..."So, what would you like me to do for you?" "I would like to take my pleasure now, with you listening on the phone. Would you like to do that for me?" A groan of desire involuntarily passed her lips and without thinking she quickly responded,.."Yes, please..." "And will you follow my instructions?" "Yes, yes... " "Good girl. Then let me tell you, I am lying naked on my bed with my phone tucked into my left ear. The window to my right is open and the curtains are rustling slightly with the breeze. My cock is very hard, and my hand is cupping my balls, but in my mind, it's you whose hands are on me. Now tell me, how are you lying, what are you doing?" Her voice came to him shakily. "I'm lying on my bed, my phone's in my right shoulder. Um, I'm, I'm not wearing anything either... It's warm here... I've just let my sheet fall to the end of the bed." "And are you touching yourself?" "No" "Then we must rectify that. Open your legs wide for me, little one, and lift your free hand to cup your breast. Tell me when you have done that?" "I am, I mean I have... " "Good girl... now while I satisfy myself for you I want you to think of this. I am at the end of your bed, watching you, and you know that soon, I am going to take my pleasure from your body. But not tonight... tonight you will keep yourself open for me to watch you and your legs will be spread for my satisfaction. You will lightly rub your nipples for me, and when I say pinch... you will pinch them until the pain makes you cry out. And my pleasure will come from within our shared thoughts. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Ah, another thing... When I ask you to comply with an instruction, you will answer 'Yes, sir '... Is that understood my dear? She hesitated only for a moment, his request finding the response he knew had been hidden within - "Yes, sir." Unknown to her, her response caused a surge of lust to course through his body and he had to stop himself from quickly fisting his cock to completion. He knew that she was not entirely sure how they had made this move in their relationship, but he also knew that she was finding something in herself long hidden. He revelled in being the one to open this up to her and he wanted her to feel a certain amount of responsibility for their actions. "Good girl. Then know this... your acquiescence pleases me greatly. You have driven me to such a height of desire that one touch of my cock and I know I will be spilling myself over you... Will you enjoy that? Knowing that your body pleases me in such a way?" She felt the effect of his language deep within her stomach, and quickly responded, "Yes, sir". "Then touch yourself now, sweetheart. I am at the end of the bed and I wish to see pleasure on your face... pinch your nipples for me..." As he listened to her moans down the line, he could imagine her violated nipples turning ruby red from the pressure of her fingers. "Good girl, let me hear you... ahhh, yes... Exquisite... I can see your gorgeous pussy, your clit is so plump and erect, your cunt so inviting... pinch your nipples, good girl...let me hear you" "Oh god, oh yes..." "Here it cums little one, my orgasm is yours... ah, pinch, pinch your nipples, yes, yes... I'm going to shoot my cum onto your pussy... feel it, feel it!!!" She heard his command to pinch and screamed as she heard him cum, almost imagining she could feel his hot cum dripping onto her clit... her hips thrusting upwards as her pussy spasmed open and close. As her screams rent the air, he allowed his own orgasm to wend its way though his body all the while revelling in her agonised yells. The sounds drove him to achieve his own satisfaction and he flicked the head of his cock, watching as his cum began to spurt onto his stomach... "Nnnnggggg, yes, oh god... yes... I'm cumming...cumming on your pussy, ah yes... bliss, oh fuck, fuck... you're making me cum!!!!!" His ragged breathing and shouts of pleasure reached her ears, turning her on even more, and she began whimpering as she begged him to allow her her own release... Listening, he gripped his cock and pumped the tip a couple of times, savouring the shivering effects of post orgasmic bliss, feeling his cum coat his still hard penis but not yet giving in to her pleas. "Ah, baby... so good, so good... you sound delightfully frustrated... you want to cum, hmmm... you want to feel the pleasure you just gave me?" She was shivering with anticipation "... Yes, please... sir". He laughed... "Good girl... Keep those legs spread nice and wide... let your nipples rest dear... we will take more pleasure from them another time... Close your eyes, and let your hands drift down your sides... That's it... let them rest at your hips... I'm watching you, little one, my eyes on your breasts, your beautiful nipples... I want to take them in my mouth and suckle them gently, take away the hurt of your pinching... can you feel my mouth gently laving them, circling them with my tongue...?" He listened as she moaned in reply, her mind lost in the hypnotising tone of his voice... "Ah yes, baby... suckling those gorgeous breasts, letting my tongue travel down your rib cage... Sucking your skin up into my mouth... my hands skimming over your hips...beautiful, beautiful soft skin... I'm moving between your legs now... Kneeling to look at you... Oh, yes... so pink and hot and juicy... You want my touch there don't you, little one. You're aching to have me take you, yes...?" As he described what he was doing to her, her breath hitched again, soft little gasps escaping as she waited for that ultimate touch – for him to allow her the release she craved. Her hands clutched at the bed sheets, her legs remaining wide spread, the movement of her hips more pronounced. "Are you still with me, little one...?" "Yes, sir" she whispered... "Then tell me where you want my touch... Tell me what you want" She groaned in frustration... "Please touch me, I need, I need..." "What do you need, baby?" "Please, let me cum... I need to cum... please..." "Ok sweetheart... then you will have your wish... I want to taste you, baby... feel your juices coating my tongue... I'm dipping toward your pussy, inhaling your scent...ah, you are delicious... "My tongue flicks out, skims along your lips... flicking gently...barely dipping in and out of your cunt..." Each word made her gasp... but the thought of his tongue inside her nearly brought her to the edge and he heard her breathing become ragged and laboured... "That's it, little one, reach for me... strain towards me... you want to cum for me, let me hear you..." "Sir, please, please... I'm nearly there... please let me cum..." Her automatic acknowledgement of who he was pleased him greatly, and he knew that when they finally met, their pleasure in each other would be intense. But for now, his wish was to bring her to orgasm and to again slake his lust for her, his cock twitching as he waited to join her in ecstasy. "You will, my dear, you will... Your taste is magnificent... and I want more... My tongue is ready to grant you your wish... Lift your pussy to my mouth... Show me how much you need to feel my touch..." "Oh yes,... please, suckle me, suck my clit... please...I need to cum, pleeease" "Mmmmmm, yes... my pleasure... as my tongue reaches out to lave your clit, be ready to take your finger and plunge it into your cunt...ah, yes... your nub is so erect...my mouth reaches down to you and ahhhhh, I capture your clit between my lips... Rubbing it before lightly scraping my teeth across the hood... That's it, I can feel you pulsing... Oh yes... sucking it hard now... Cum for me, little one, let me feel you cumming on my tongue..." As his words penetrated the images in her mind, she thrust her finger deep into her cunt, cumming as he suckled the nub of her clit...screaming her orgasm down the phone... Her fingers thrust violently into her pussy and she could feel the warmth of her flesh close around them as her orgasm coursed its way through her body, a wail of excruciating pleasure leaving her lips. Beginnings This is the second story I've written. Unlike my first story though this one is true. If any of my friends decide to read this then I'm sorry if it shocks any of you and I'm sorry that I lied about a lot of it since I felt at the time it would be imprudent to tell you the truth. I hope you all enjoy it though. All criticism is gladly welcome. Sorry if the spelling is a bit dodgy! Emmie xXx My name is Emmie and I have a big fetish about black men. I didn't have this fetish about 13 months ago but in truth I've always thought that black men were sexy. My first true black man (not a mixer) was 11 months ago. My friend had given my mobile number to her boyfriend's flatmate, without asking me I must add! I wasn't really that bothered since I had met her boyfriend and thought that if this guy looked anything like her boyfriend...well...you get my drift! So he called me a week later. Damn men same all over! Anyway I agreed to meet up with him that weekend with my friend and her boyfriend. So when Friday came me and my mate went to wait for her boyfriend and his mate. Unfortunately, men being men, they didn't turn up for 2 hours so by this time my mate and I had headed off to a bar just along the road, just to find that they were in there! Annoying or what?! My mate's boyfriend was as yummy as ever but I wasn't so sure about his friend. He was about 6'4" with a lot of facial hair and the darkest eyes I've ever seen. He was cute in a big hairy way, but I wasn't that attracted to him to begin with. Being a gentleman (at least I hope he was!) he brought me a drink and then stood with me trying to talk to me over the noise in the bar. What I did manage to hear was that his name was Ali, he was 23 almost 24 and was a plumber. As the night wore on we were getting a bit drunk and I was getting horny. He was looking sexier and sexier as the minutes rolled by and my few vodka and oranges kicked in. Just for the record, I wasn't drunk I was happily tipsy. After my 3rd drink I plucked up the courage to ask him if I could feel his chest...I just had to know if he was hairy there too. And he was. It still sends shivers down my spine thinking about the first time I felt that fuzzy pelt on his torso! It wasn't long after that that we had forgotten about drinking and were concentrating on kissing. God did he have gorgeous lips! They were full but not so full that I ended up loosing my lips in his mouth. His tongue was long and flexible and reached parts of my mouth that I never even realised existed. He tasted bitter from his cigarettes but it tasted good. It tasted right. When we finally stopped kissing and looked at each other the sexual tension was unbelievable. From that moment onwards I wanted him so baldy. I wanted to feel his hot hard cock slide deep into my aching pussy. I knew he wanted me too, I could see it in his eyes. Just then I looked around for my friend but I couldn't find her. I tried calling her on her mobile but still no luck. I shrugged and left it at that. For all I knew she had gone back to her boyfriend's place for something other than drinks and music but I wasn't really that bothered if she had. After all, she hadn't seen him in a week. It was about 15 minutes after that that Ali shouted to me that he had run out of cigarettes. I didn't even hesitate when I suggested that we go get him some more. We left the bar and walked to a local garage near a bridge and got him some. After that we were standing on the bridge kissing when he suggested we go for a walk. I knew what he was thinking but I didn't care. I was still very horny and I needed some relief so badly, so I said yes. We ended up (as I knew we would) outside his flat. We didn't even talk as he led me up the stairs and through his front door. I felt almost numb as he sat me down on his sofa. Carefully he sat down beside me and gathered me into his arms. I was shaking slightly as it was the first time I had ever done anything like that before. Slowly, he kissed me on my mouth gently flicking his tongue over mine, and then he began to kiss his way along my jaw line and towards my ear. When he reached my ear he ran his tongue along the edge of it...then he sucked it into his mouth and gently bit it. As he was doing this, his hand was slowly kneading my tender breasts, making my nipples harden into little rocks inside my bra. Then with a skill that all men seem to possess he stripped me of my top and my bra, somehow with out me even noticing! It was only when I felt his warm mouth envelop my left nipple that I realised that I was naked from the waist up! With a life of their own, my right hand entwined into his short curly black hair and my left hand sort out his jean flies. I was so desperate for him at that moment. His warm mouth and hot lips were working magic on my tender nipples, causing me to moan out loud. Suddenly he pulled me to my feet and led me into his bedroom. He grabbed hold of me and lifted me into his arms before throwing me down onto his bed. It was dark in the bedroom and as he stood over me, his face half in shadow, he looked dangerous. I felt a twinge of fear awaken inside me but it was too late to say no or even think of backing out of it. I was his and he knew it, just as I did. With a low rumbling growl in his throat he pounced onto the bed and onto me. But then he had a shock. As he fell onto the bed I twisted around so that as he fell, I would be able to leap on top of him. Which is exactly what I did. It shocked him a little bit to find that this timid creature had suddenly turned into this beast. I couldn't get his jeans off of him fast enough. I was moaning and gasping under my breath as I exposed more and more of his body. He looked magnificent in the moonlight, all ebony black skin and beautifully soft downy hair all over his chest. As I freed his cock I cried out in delight. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was perfect. It lay flat against his belly, with a wide flared head and an endearing curve to it, it just made me wanted to rape him. I was so wet and so desperate to feel that gorgeous cock deep inside me. But then Ali took control again. He grasped hold of me and flipped me onto my back so that he could remove my jeans. He only paused long enough to admire my shaven pussy before rolling me back over so that I could suck his cock. I happily took it into my hot little mouth and worked my lips carefully over the engorged head and then, when I had as much of it as I could fit into my mouth as possible(I've never been able to do deep throating), I began to flick my tongue back and forth along the shaft. He began to moan and groan as my inexperienced mouth gave him pleasure. Then before I could bring him off completely and taste him, he pushed me off of him and leap up to put a condom on. After he had done that he began to kiss his way down my body, stopping only to nibble and lick my rock hard nipples. Then his mouth found my clit. It had been throbbing during the whole time, and when his mouth enclosed over it I began to twitch and shake. It was in ecstasy. I didn't want him to ever stop. His mouth was creating so many new sensations within me. Suddenly, his whole body surged upwards and covered mine. His cock nestled between me legs as he kissed me deeply, his tongue running over mine. Then he began to move his hips gently, trying to find my entrance. He kept missing! It was driving me crazy, knowing that his long, thick cock was just mere moments away from giving me the ultimate pleasure and yet he kept missing! Suddenly, he slid right into me. We both gasped and froze as we both experienced this new sensation. He was only in a few inches but I already felt incredibly full. We stayed still for so long... how long I don't know but it felt like a life time before he began to move. He slowly moved his hips, spreading my legs and my tight pussy further, causing him to bury himself deeper inside me. Each thrust took him deeper and deeper inside me. Suddenly, he was all the way in. It felt so good. My pussy was stretched further than it ever had been before but it felt so very good. He continued to move his hips slowly as he grabbed my legs and lifted them over his hips and around his ass. Then he began to pump harder. I began to squeal as his hard cock pushed against my sensitive spots deep inside my sopping wet pussy. It felt like we fucked for hours but in reality it was over in less than twenty minutes. As we dressed it was like waking from a dream. I felt so uncertain of myself. Not because I had just fucked a black man, hell no, but because I had just had my first one night stand. I felt vulnerable and more than a little scared of what I felt I might become. But as it turned out, that evening wasn't the first in a long line of one night stands. It was the first night of a ten month relationship with a man that could drive me to distraction, who could hurt me more with one look than a punch ever could and yet could love me in ways I never dreamed possible.