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After my night with Tyler, there was an awakening within me. For so long I suppressed my sexual feelings but that was something I could not nor did I want to do anymore. That night with Tyler was amazing, and the nights to follow with him were just as amazing. Over time however, Tyler began to pull away, and I saw less and less of him. To be honest, this was fine with me, I enjoyed sex with him and cherished our nights together, but I too, did not want to become exclusive with him. Quite frankly, I wanted to enjoy as much sex as I could with others. Like I said, this soccer Mom had had her sexual needs awakened. For too many years I was tied down to one man and I wanted that to change. I wanted to experience as many new sexual adventures as I could. As months went by I did enjoy sharing my bed with other men and, I have to confess, a few woman as well, but I really do not think I was prepared for what happened next. The kids were going to be with their father for the weekend, and just after they left I got a call from my asshole ex-husband. When he calls it is never a good conversation and this one was no different. He went on to tell me that because of some financial setbacks he was not going to be able to pay his part of our oldest son’s senior trip. This was a trip my son was talking about for months and was so looking forward to it. After a lengthy conversation which was mostly me calling him every name in the book, he agreed that he would not say anything to our son yet, and we would both look into ways we could get the money for the trip. I was so upset from that discussion I decided I needed to go out tonight instead of staying home like I planned. I made a few calls to some friends to see if I could convince someone to go out for a few drinks with me. However, everyone already had plans and I was not able to secure a drinking buddy. I decided I was going to go out by myself, so I wouldn’t sit home and stew over my stupid fucking asshole of an ex. The more I thought of him the more upset I got. I went upstairs and started to look through my closet to pick out an outfit for the evening. Because we were having some unusually warm weather, I decided on a summery peach floral dress. The top was a halter which allowed me to go without a bra. Also, it was tight and short. I wore a pair of peach heels to highlight my long, toned sexy legs. After applying just a little makeup to enhance the sparking tones of my translucent green eyes, I added a pearl necklace to draw a man’s attention to my ample cleavage. A final look in the mirror brought a smile to my face before I headed out: I liked what I saw. I decided to go to a fairly new club in town called the “Play Pen,” that was highly recommended by a number of people. They had a DJ most nights, and, on a few occasions, they would have live bands performing. With my main purpose being there was for drinking, not socializing, I arrived at the club plenty early. Because of the sparse crowd, I was able to take a seat at the bar. I ordered a captain and ginger. Noticing the expensive décor, I suspected there ankara travesti would be a high scale clientele. It didn’t take long and the place started to fill up. A huge black man sat next to me who was about 6’8” and very muscular. As he took his seat, we exchanged greetings, but we didn’t say much to each other for maybe a half hour or so. I guess he just needed to get comfortable enough to strike up a conversation, but finally he did. He told me his name was Carl and he was quite new to the area. I asked him what brought him to the city and he told me it was his job. He just took a new position in an advertising agency and had to relocate for it. He went on to tell me where he was from but had not been home for quite some time, because there was just nothing there for him. As the conversation developed, he divulged quite a bit of details of his life and how he escaped the slums of his childhood. It seems the most common method of survival was to join a gang. However, a teacher in middle school had recognized his potential as a basketball player, and he was able to become a standout in high school and qualify for a sports scholarship to a large university. This had been his ticket out of the ghetto. He was far more fortunate than his two brothers, with one killed by gunfire in the neighborhood and his other brother now in prison. I sat there in total shock with all these things so foreign to my life. I have to confess I was enjoying my conversation with my new friend and I did get a little tingle when he asked why a pretty sexy woman like me is alone in a club. Well, I didn’t want to bore him with all the details so I just told him that I had a really bad day and all my friends had plans. I went on to tell him how I didn’t want to sit home alone so I decided to come out and enjoy the evening. Soon as we began to know each other better, our conversation lead to more personal issues. I told him how I was divorced and about my kids. He lamented over his loss of a wonderful woman he lost because she chose not to re-locate with him. After telling him I was a teacher, he became a little more intrigued, and commented that he never had a teacher that looked like me. I smiled and felt yet another tingle shoot through my body, emanating from my heating up core. As the night went on we drank, talked, laughed and danced some, having a wonderful time together. Carl never said a word but my mind started to think about being with him in bed. I had never been with a black man, in fact, the only naked black man I ever saw was in a video. As the fascinations built, I would think realistically that I might be jumping the gun here. He has been nothing but a gentleman and may not have any interest in bedding me at all. It was getting late and the crowd was noticeably thinning out in the club. That is when Carl leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. “I’m having a wonderful time, and I do not want this night to end. My place is only a few blocks from here. Would I be out of line to ask if you might like to go back there for a few drinks? I felt myself travesti ankara become flushed as I sat there quietly for a few seconds. My mind wondered for what seemed like forever, as I started thinking of the possibilities both positive and negative. As I jolted back to reality I smiled and told Carl, “I would love to.” I left my car in the parking garage as we walked the few blocks to his apartment. As we walked I was holding onto Carl’s arm and was in awe of just how big it was. He obviously worked out and his arms were very muscular and defined. I am not sure if I was so fixated on how muscular his arms were or with the color contrast of our respective skin tones. My mind wondered as I watched my small little white hands hold onto this large muscular black arm. It was turning me on just to see that. Soon we stopped in front of a ten story brick building. “This is my place,” Carl said. We walked into the building and onto the elevator. Carl pushed the tenth floor and the elevator started upward. When we reached his floor the doors opened revealing Carl’s apartment right in front of us. At that moment it hit me that he must be doing extremely well for himself with this exquisite apartment in this neighborhood. The view was breathtaking. His apartment looked out for miles over the bay. I thought, “Holy shit!” As I stood in the middle of his living room I softly whispered to him, “Your place is beautiful and the view is just breathtaking.” Carl smiled and as he approached me as he said, “Not as gorgeous as you are.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. I melted as I felt his strong arms pull me into his body. I felt Carl’s hands untie my halter top, as he broke our kiss and stepped backward. The top fell downward as my 38DD tits sprung into view. He stood motionless for a few seconds lusting over my perky and upright girls. After what seemed like forever, I stepped closer to Carl and started unbuttoning his shirt. As the last button was undone my hands moved to his chest and I caressed his body. His chest was rock solid, stirring the passion in my loins. Slowly I pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders and the garment fell silently to the floor. I know he had to capture the lust in my eyes as my hands moved back to his chest. I leaned into him as I softly kissed his cheat, even allowing my tongue to circle his dark mocha brown nipples. Just the touch of his molten hot black muscular pecs had my honey pot on fire, with my moisture rapidly leaking down my thighs. What a magnificent black body. Carl’s hands moved to my waist as he undid the buttons of my dress letting it slid down over my hips. The dress fell to the floor. With no panties to cover his view, I stood there naked in front of him in just my four inch Louboutins. Soon after lusting over the sight before him, he was so overcome with arousal a simple whisper escaped his full lips, “Wow!” With me being so completely exposed, my passion building, I needed to see this younger, muscular, hot black man! Was it true what was always said about black men was true? ankara travestiler I once again moved to him as my hands reached for his belt. I slowly undid it, and then I unbuttoned his pants; all the time my eyes were locked to his. Slowly I knelt in front of him, almost worshiping this ebony god before me. My hands moved to each side of his waist and I slowly I pushed his pants downward soon in a pool around his ankles. Having seen naked black men in movies or on porn sites still didn’t prepare me for what was in front of my face. My mouth gaped opened and I muttered out, “Holy shit.” Carl chuckled as he asked me, “Never been with a black man before have you?” “No, never,” I replied. “ It’s huge,” I gasped, as I couldn’t resist reaching out to take hold of it. “And it’s not even totally hard yet.” His cock was as big as my forearm but thicker! After the shock started to wear off my interest then started to kick in as I caressed it. Staring at it intently my tongue darted out and I licked up and down his shaft from his balls to his glorious crown. I can’t really explain the excitement I felt holding Carl’s big black dick in my hands and licking it. Carl looked down at me smiling and asked what I thought about having my first black cock. Recounting the rumors I had always heard, I admitted that his tool was simply overwhelming. He chuckled at my bewilderment and pledged, “well-baby I’ll be gentle giving you this ten inch cock since it is going to be your first.” I thought to myself, holy shit ten inches? This python will split me wide open! Although the size did intimidate me, watching his big dick in my hands excited me. Watching as both my hands are wrapped around this huge thick black cock, seeing the dark skin against my white skin turned me on even more. Although it was massive I knew I wanted it in my mouth, I have always enjoyed sucking a man’s dick, and well, to boast a little, I have become very good at it. Holding it, I looked up into Carl’s eyes as I leaned in again. My tongue licking around his tip, I licked up the droplets of precum from Carl’s cock, loving that salty taste as well; just so fucking delicious. Slowly I wrapped my lips around his tip and took him into my mouth. Moving slower down on his cock, I was amazed when I realized I had him down my throat. There was still plenty more cock for stuffing into my face, as I still had not reached my dainty Lilly white hands tightly wrapped around the base of this ebony shaft! I moved my mouth up and down on Carl, as I stared into his eyes. His eyes closed and he let out a loud moan. That is the point that I love. I feel no better accomplishment than to have a man’s cock in my mouth, knowing it was my mouth and tongue that had brought so much pleasure to him. This has always aroused me in epic proportions and continues to do so to this day. Even though I was very content to continue to knee before this gentle giant of a man, while sucking his beautiful prick, I felt Carl’s large hands pull me to my feet, causing this fabulous tool to pop from my oral stimulation. Without saying a word, he just picked me into his arms and kissed me, as he carried me to his bedroom. What a turn on it was to be carried to his bedroom and placed on the bed. As I lay there on the bed looking up at Carl, his hands moved to my breasts as he massaged and caressed them.