A little bit about me, my name is Abigail but most people call my Abby and I am about 5 feet 3 inches tall and about 130 lbs. My hair is blondish brown, shoulder length and I have brown eyes. I always wanted to be taller but my older brother wasn’t that tall for a guy and my parents are on the smaller side so I wasn’t holding out hope to be anything more than a short white girl ha ha. Anyways, I developed a little earlier than most girls and since I was kinda short, when I developed, it was pretty noticeable. I had full C cups when I was 14 which looked bigger because I was barely over 5 feet tall. I am a D now. That being said, the guys I went to school with seemed to prefer the skinnier girls which was a bummer but there was nothing I could do about that. I did seem to get attention from older guys because they thought I was older which changed as soon as I smiled or something where they would see I still wore braces. Anyways, that all changes over the next few years as we all got into high school and everyone started to develop curves too. Finally I started to fit in again.
My sex life was pretty non-existent except for the three times I had steady boyfriends who were mainly close to me in age and all white. The largest age difference was when I was a freshman and a senior asked me out. I thought it was so cool because he could drive and I wasn’t relying on our parents to drop us off and pick us up.
Anyways, the story I wanted to tell was how I became a slut for my older, black friend that I worked with. It was my sophomore year and I was 19 years old and I had just broken up with my boyfriend, who was more interested in drinking at frat parties with his friends than hanging out with me sometimes, or not to mention how mad and jealous he would get if I wanted to hang out with my friends on a weekend night instead of hanging with him. He always thought I was going out to hit on guys or something but I really just wanted to see my friends. What sucked was a lot of guys I dated in college were like that. At what age do guys stop being so possessive or jealous?
Back to my story, sorry. So I was complaining to my work friend, Michael, who is 53 years old, about 6 feet 2 inches tall and looked to be pretty strong and in shape, although it was tough to tell since we are usually wearing aprons all the time. Honestly, I never even thought of him in any way other than a cool work friend so how he looked never mattered. Plus he was almost 25 years older than me. He would make some funny flirty remarks sometimes but I knew he was just being funny and not serious. I mean what was he trying to accomplish by being flirty?
So while I was complaining to Michael about yet another crappy relationship, he made a comment that I need to expand my dating range and should even consider someone older and more mature. I told him that I wouldn’t even know where I would find someone older that would be interested in me plus it’s not like I could talk to older guys because most are in relationships or even married. That’s not even considering the fact that I wasn’t really attracted to older guys. Most of the ones I see at the restaurant have big bellies and barely any hair. He told me that he could have a line of guys ready to take me out, if I just said the word. I told him to quit teasing and get back to work. He just smiled and laughed.
At the end of the night, he asked if I was feeling better and I said yes but it still sucks being single. He asked what I would miss most about having a boyfriend and I said I would just miss having someone to hang out with and watch tv. He said I was more than welcome to come over anytime to watch tv with him and he was actually being serious and sincere which felt nice. He really is a good friend, I remember thinking. When I got to my apartment, my three roommates all had their boyfriends over which made me feel worse so I went to my room to watch tv. I remembered what Michael had said so I texted and asked if he was serious about letting me come over to watch tv and he said I could if I wanted. He was just watching the late night talk shows.
I have to admit that a small part of me thought about doing something with him but even if I got the courage to act on it, I doubt he would be on board. I dressed a little cute, just in case. I put my hair in a pony tail and wore yoga pants and a long sweatshirt. He only lived like ten minutes away and I got there by 11:00. I figured I’d be back to my apartment by 1:00 at the latest. He answered the door and he said I could sit anywhere and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I said I was fine and sat on one end of the couch while he sat on the other end. I have to admit, it was nice just being able to sit and talk and laugh at what was on tv. He really was a good friend and definitely a nice guy, something I needed at that time. As I was feeling more and more comfortable, I asked if I could lay down on the couch and he said I could. As I stretched out, there was enough room for me on the couch and him still sitting at his end. My head was on his leg as my pillow and after a few minutes, I felt his hand kinda playing with my hair which felt so nice. I took my hair out of the ponytail so he could play with it more. I just smiled and said to keep going, it felt great. As he kept going, I was just loving the gentle attention and felt even more comfortable. I think I was even getting turned on a little. I had this nice older man who was almost 25 years older than me playing with my hair and I was loving how it felt. His hands were so big that they seemed to engulf me while he stroked my hair. I remember thinking how different we were. His skin is so dark and I am pretty pale, he is almost a foot taller than me not to mention the age difference. I decided to make a small move and put my hand, which was under my head and put it on his thigh. I was so nervous that he would move my hand away or something but he didn’t. He put his other hand and put it on top of mine on his thigh.
Feeling a little more confident, I started to move my hand up and down his thigh. I wish I could have seen his face to know if he was surprised, shocked, uncomfortable or something totally different but I was still facing the tv with my head on his leg. I picked my head up so I could look at his face and he had the biggest smile on his face. I repositioned my head so I was laying more on his hip so I could move my hand higher up his leg. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I mean I was still really turned on but I still couldn’t believe I was actually going through with this. It was really exciting! I rubbed his thigh a little higher than before and I could start to feel his cock under his jeans. I wanted to keep going and I wanted to do more. I wanted to be bold enough and unzip his pants at that moment and pull his pants down and start to give him head. I wasn’t that bold yet but I was loving what we were doing. I was dying to know if he was as big as he felt under those jeans. I didn’t have to wait that much longer because he pulled me up to him so I was now sitting next to him on the couch with my hand still on his cock. He leaned over and kissed me, like a real kiss, one that you feel over your entire body. That did it, that kiss was all I needed to push me to do more. As I let the kiss wash over me, I reached to undo his pants and felt his hand already there starting to do what I wanted to do. I moved his hands away and said I would like the pleasure of taking his cock out myself. I undid the button and the zipper and he moved his hips up so I could slide them down. I reached into his boxers and grabbed his cock and wow was I surprised and how thick it was. It felt thicker than I thought it was going to feel. I had to see it so I started to tug at his boxers to get them down and he moved his hips to let me take them off. That’s when I saw it. I was in love, it was thick and maybe 7 inches long but it was the thickness that made it look so amazing. I held it in my hands and stroked it a little bit, trying to get used to the thickness that I was holding. It felt so warm and I just wanted to keep playing with it. It just felt so manly and he pulled me closer again to kiss. I could feel his tongue trying to get into my mouth and I let it. I was loving sitting there on his couch, his pants down with me stroking his black cock and our tongues probing each others mouths. It felt like that went on for hours but I’m sure it was only minutes. I reluctantly broke our kiss and slid down between his legs. I needed to taste his cock. As I positioned myself between his legs, I looked up and asked if I could see how much of his cock I could take in my mouth and he nodded yes. I grabbed the base of it with one hand and leaned down to take his cock head in my mouth. I definitely had to open wider to take his cock in my mouth but it was worth it. I have always liked giving head but this was a different feeling. Maybe it was him being older or him being black or a combination of the two but I couldn’t get enough of it. It had only been a few seconds but it was such a feeling. I could feel his cock filling my mouth. I was trying to take as much in my mouth as I could but I would gag on it once I got past the head. Normally I would stop once I gagged but i wanted to do better for him. I wanted to show him I was really good at giving head. I looked up at him and he had the same smile as he had earlier. I would take as much of his cock as I could then back all the way off of it then take all I could again and back off again. I loved it when I was able to lick and suck on just his head. It was so shiny from my saliva and it looked perfect. I had never really thought about being with someone black before so this was totally new and I was loving it. I went back to sucking on it like it was the best cock ever. I was giving him everything I had. I would suck the head while I jerked off the shaft to get him to cum in my mouth but he wasn’t getting to his orgasm. I was thinking that even though I was loving it, maybe he wasn’t or maybe I wasn’t as good as I thought.
I asked if I was doing ok or if he wasn’t into me. He chuckled and said I was the sexiest girl that has ever sucked him off. I said I wasn’t sure because he hadn’t cum yet. He laughed again and told me that he was just relaxing and letting me enjoy tasting his cock for the first time and didn’t want to cum yet. He also said he wanted to see me naked so I took off my sweatshirt and bra for him. My nipples have always been very sensitive so when he too each breast in his hands and started to tweak my nipples, that was putting me over the edge. He said he loved my tits and had been wanting to see them naked since the first day he saw me at work. He continued playing with them while I went back to sucking his cock but I was getting pretty worked up with him playing with my tits. I slid my other hand into my yoga pants and started to rub my clit while I kept my head bobbing on his cock. I was in overload with all these sensations going on at the same time. I was getting off on giving him head, I had his hands working over my tits and now I was rubbing myself. I knew I would have myself at an orgasm in no time with all this going on. He noticed that I had started rubbing myself and told me how sexy I looked with his cock in my mouth and with my hand down my pants and I just nodded and tried to say thank you but it didn’t really sound like anything with my mouth a little full. He smiled again at me while I was looking up at him. He kept talking to me which was a real turn on to me, it made me feel very sexy, like I was wanted and desired and most of all I was getting more and more into being with him while he said the most dirty things any guy has ever said to me. He kept emphasizing that his cock was black and that I was white and that there was a big different in our skin colors. He told me to look at his big black hands cupping my large white breasts and to look the contrast between his black cock and my white hands when I was holding it. He was right, it looked really different and it was a turn on. He continued to tell me to keep sucking his big cock and that my mouth was doing an amazing job with his thickness and that my curvy body was made to take care of black dick. It was at this point that I started to give myself an orgasm and I started moaning with him in my mouth. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever had. My whole body was tingling and all my sense were overloaded. He smiled at me and said that was one of the sexiest sights he has even seen. I took my mouth off of his cock and told him I have never had an orgasm like that before in my life. He smiled again and took his one hand from off my breast and put in on my head and moved back onto his cock. I had been giving him head for nearly 20 minutes and my jaw was getting sore and there was saliva dripping down from my mouth and his cock which was all over my body and the floor. It was definitely the messiest blow job I had ever given. As I continued working up and down his cock, he stopped playing with my tits and started slightly moving his hips up and down like he was fucking my mouth. He was getting a little more cock in my mouth than I was on my own and I could feel his cock head probing my mouth. I could tell he was really getting into what he was doing because he was getting a little more aggressive and trying to shove his whole cock in my mouth. I was doing my best to keep up with his movements but he started fucking my mouth so fast. He told me he was close and that he wanted me to swallow it all. That was the sexiest thing he could have said because I was so ready and willing to swallow his cum for him. I tried to meet his thrusts into my mouth as best I could and I was finally going to get my reward. His body stopped, my mouth was engulfing his cock head and then I felt his cock twitch and start shooting his cum in my mouth. He was moaning and telling me to swallow it all. I had never wanted to swallow cum as bad as I did at that moment. I started swallowing it as quickly as he was giving it to me. He held my head in place while he was cumming in my mouth and told me how sexy I looked with his cock in my mouth. As he was finishing, I took my free hand and stroked it to get the last bit of cum out and he smiled even bigger.
When I got everything out of it, I released his cock from my mouth and sat back on the floor exhausted, I was covered in sweat and saliva. He pulled me up to the couch to sit next to him and he held me close. We were almost completely naked except I still had on my yoga pants but I loved feeling our bodies close together. I told him that I never thought anything like that was possible, that the feelings were so strong and passionate and that I never felt the need to rub myself while I was giving head but I just felt that I couldn’t help myself from doing that. He told me that the next time, he will make sure things are absolutely perfect for us which made me think, how could it get better? I started to think about him going down on me and even more than that, thinking of trying to take his cock inside me. If my orgasm was the intense from my own hand, how amazing would it feel with him in me? I needed to find out soon but that would have to wait for another day. We both got dressed and we kissed before I left for my apartment and I told him that I am really looking forward to seeing him again, then he reminded me that we would see each other tomorrow at work. I could tell in that moment that I would do whatever he wanted me to do, I just needed to keep having those feelings again.