VICKY & DEB

  I met Vicky and her friend Deb in a local bar in my neighborhood. The bar
  / restaurant was attached to a hotel that specialized in long stays ....
                               a suite hotel.

    Vicky and Deb were from upstate New York. That long stretch directly
  north of Manhattan. Small towns, and all the provincialism that goes with
                                     it.

     Vicky was "smallish" 5'3" about, not thin, not fat. Deb was taller,
  bigger bones, fuller figure. I found the both VERY sexy ... but the there
             are few white women that fail to enlarge my member.

      They were in Manhattan for a six week training course, leaving on
              weekends to go back home to family and husbands.

        Richard, the bartender introduced us... Vicky and I connected
   immediately. There was just that "look" a woman gives you when you are
                           OK. I liked her smile.

   Deb was OK with me too .... most of the women in my sex life have been
  large. I am too. Sex with a large woman is like a wrestling match. There
     is more sound .... Lots of slapping of skin ... more effort on both
  parts. Large asses to grab ... The sight of a woman's bottom rippling as
  you bang her doggy style. Legs over shoulders to get to the G-spot, stuff
                                 like that.

    But Vicky and I were connecting. Weeks went by. We had time to get to
  know each other better meeting by chance some nights. My girlfriend, who
   I live with, went away with her best friend for a week long vacation in
                               the Caribbean.

   The week before, knowing she was leaving, Vicky and Deb set up a dinner
    one week day night. We met at the bar and I took them to my favorite
      French Bistro in Greenwich Village. The place was very romantic,
   inexpensive, and brimming with ambiance. I go there often so the owner
     sent over an extra bottle of wine which I used to ply them, sitting
  across the table from me. We had a great evening. It was warm friendly, I
   was with two great looking women, and the conversation turned to sex on
                                the INTERNET.

     There was an INTERNET Cafe a few blocks away that I visited with an
    addictive frequency. Needless to say ... I was a VIP there. We got a
    workstation immediately and I let Deb work the keyboard. Although the
  workstations did not offer any privacy ... we went right to a popular sex
    site, I provided my password. What happened next set the tone for the
          rest of the night ... and two wonderful days of my life.

  Deb clicked on a picture of a massive "black rod" filling a while female
    jaw. They gasped. They took control and found more pictures of Black
  cocks filling white women. Our drinks came and other sites were explored
   ... but the damage had been done. The mental seed set, the other seeds
   were stirring as Vicky found my leg and throbbing cock under the table,
  touching it through my pants. We left before finishing our drinks, got a
                     cab, and headed back to the hotel.

    I don't know how it happened ... but Deb went to her hotel room and I
  took Vicky to my home, a few blocks away. We did not get inside the front
  door in the darkened living room before she was all over me. Her bra came
  off so fast we later had trouble finding it .... clothes were everywhere
    ... my cock was rock hard and in her mouth immediately. I sat on the
  sofa, she on her knees was exhilarated, bobbing her head up and down and
                             all over my member.

  She jumped in by lap and immediately slid down my pole, arching her back
  and twisting my hands. I pumped, she bobbed as she came again and again.
                 I have never seen a woman come so quickly.

   Things settled down a bit. It became less furious, I had not come yet.
   She finally noticed the great river view over my shoulder, and told me
             how jealous Deb would be. Vicky, had evidently won.

  She put her arms around me .... her hair fell across my face, her lovely
   small breasts slapped my chest ...her arms encircled my neck, her hard
  red nipples rubbed through my coarse chest hair and we could hear the wet
   slurping sound of my cock slowly filling her under her control. This is
  when the best part of interracial fucking come for me, and evidently for
     her as well. It's that point when you both look down and watch that
   "thing" .... that "Black Thing" disappearing into white pussy. We both
    just looked at it going in and out in and out. My cock got so hard it
  hurt. Feeling it stiffen even more she began grinding again, the moaning
  and climaxes came back. Eventually she collapsed to my side on the sofa.
                              I was still hard.

   We collapsed side by side on the carpet, but it was rough to the touch.
  We stayed there recovering for a while. Holding each other looking at the
  contrast, probing and stroking each other's bodies, and looking into each
   other's eyes. She began to play with my cock again. Soon it was in her
  mouth again. Having it in her mouth must really have been a huge turn on.
    The rug was just too uncomfortable. We got up, and she took me by the
       cock and lead me around the apartment looking for a place more
  comfortable. We ended up in the bedroom. (To this day, I am unhappy about
  taking her on the same bed as my long time girlfriend, but .... hey it's
                                   a bed.)

  I went to go down on her, (a practice I love to perform, and usually use
    to initiate sex with less horney women), but she would not let me. It
      seems that from an earlier relationship, she had in some way been
     mistreated orally, and it turned her off. After what seemed like an
   eternity in a missionary position watching my cock impale her with her
    legs behind my head .... I rolled her over on her stomach, spread her
     legs and poked my rod into her pussy from behind. She reached back
           grabbed my ass and moaned with delight at each stroke.

  Tired and exhausted after more than an hour she reminded me that her day
   begins at 6AM it was after two. We had a hell of a time finding her bra
  ... but we found it someplace other than on the floor with all the other
  clothes. I walked her through the lobby and pass my doorman. When we got
   to the corner out of site, it almost started all over again. We kissed
  and groped each other all the way back to the hotel. We kissed again and
                      promised to meet the next night.

   I walked home noticing what fate had dealt me. My girlfriend was out of
  town, Vicky was mine for a wonderful evening. I had filled a wild desire
                    and her husband may never ever know.

   More to come about the hot following night in her hotel room and a hot
                       note about Deb and her husband.