Scared I will Never Get a White Woman Pregnant

Give us the long version of your stories please,most of us want to know and enjoy in your pleasures.

OMG you are so very kind to ask! Unfortunately my love story is not interracial in nature so your readers may find it bland and ordinary but I'll tell you how it started and you can make your decisions. :) My husband and I had been married just over a year when we went to a Christmas party at his friend's luxury apartment where he was living with his wife. Late into the evening my husband's friend and I were standing alone in the kitchen and we were pretty drunk. With my inebriation level up and my guard down I told him that I loved ** ** but my husband didn't like doing it. The friend led me into the pantry and closed the door behind us where he pulled up my smock and slid his hand down the back of my tights until his middle ** was between my ** cheeks. Kissing me softly, he then massaged my ** so sweetly and gently that I came without him even penetrating my **. He knew precisely how to touch me with just one ** as he embraced me with his other arm. Once I'd stopped spasming and shaking from the ** he told me to brace myself against the pantry shelves. He was in control of me and so I did what he said hoping that there was more to come. Once he positioned my body as he wished he very carefully slipped the tip of his middle ** into my ** and then slowly inserted it into me. Knuckle by knuckle he took me and allowed me to adjust to having my ** loved by someone who seemed to know me. Once it was fully in me be began to swirl it. Around and around and deeper and deeper until I came. And until I came again. And then again. I probably would have come more but I could no longer continue to stand. I slid off his ** and dropped to the floor and as I looked back up at him he smiled. And then he put his middle ** into his mouth and dramatically sucked off what he would always later call my "candy". Romance? Yes, that is romance. So much so that I began to cry at its beauty.

That is such an exquisite story.I just loved reading it and I could imagine you in the pantry with your knees all weat from so many poweful **. he sure found your spot. You actually made me ** and I am not an ** ** guy.I just like looking at or caressing a nice ** booty,lol. Have you found any other guy close to hubby's friend in performance? Did you end up having vaginal ** with him at any time or just **?You created a powerful ** visual in my mind.Thanks for sharing.

:) I'm so very glad to have attracted your attention to my little adventure. Thanks for your sweetness! Eventually we did start having vaginal ** after several months but at first we were telling ourselves that we weren't "cheating" because everything we did involved only **. He loved giving it and I loved receiving it. The second time we were together (just three days after that fateful party) he did the same thing to me at MY house this time. But then he began the thing that changed my life. He started giving me rimjobs and tongue-** my **. He knew I loved **-play so he gave me what I loved to keep me coming back to him. No one had ever done that for me before. He was even more skilled with his mouth than with his middle **. Having his tongue on -- and in -- my ** was heaven: that is what made me fall in love with him and made me want to leave home for him. And it all began on just our second date. Soon after, we also convinced ourselves of the old maxim "eatin aint cheatin" so we added oral ** to our repertoire. And as you might expect his skills at eating my ** were equal to his **-eatings. The man knew his trade. And no.....I've never found another man who could match him. I still see him 2-3 times a year though he was transferred out of state by his employer which ruined my love life and we only connect when they send him back here for a project or meeting (his wife suspects something and only allows him to come here when it's for work and another male colleague comes with him). Our affair lasted 5 years before he was sent away. And yes most of that also involved good old-fashioned straight **. That part of the relationship was fine though he wasn't as well-hung as I'd like. Yeah, I'm a girl who loves loves LOVES big **. I guess you could say I'm a sucker for a great big **. :) And I can tell you that I have sucked my share of them. And I still am. Thanks again for the kind words!