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Category: Interracial Stories

Author: Damian

My boyfriend Dave (who I thought was my soulmate) and I sadly split up almost a year ago. It was Dave who introduced me to the kinky lifestyle I grew to really love. I’ve always been the “girl next door” or plain jane type (even sexually) but he brought out the nymph in me. It took him a while but he turned me into his personal slut that was buried inside me. What he got me truly hooked on near the end, was BBC.
Besides countless fantasies and role playing with the ex, I have only had a few actual encounters with BBC. Dave was the one who planned everything out and made sure everything was cool and safe. So far I have made out with a few black guys, gave two hand jobs and one blowjob. We were just about to take it further and have my first black sex when we broke up. I thought I would have to kiss this secret kinky world goodbye.
Months went by and the lust grew deeper and deeper. What was I going to do? I was already going crazy with my big black dildo’s every night! What a cruel joke! How dare he turn me into this and then just leave. Could I actually go out on my own and do the things we used to do? No way! Sleazy porno theatres or dirty grind clubs where Dave used to have me dance and tease black men. They would feel me up or I would flirt shamelessly in bars, stores anywhere. Just thinking about what we've done gets me so wet. It was so much fun and more or less safe with Dave right there.
This one place we would go to, was an all night liquor store in a rough part of town. This place always had black riff-raff (thug types)hanging out in the parking lot getting drunk and carrying on. Every time I’d get out of the car the howls and comments were both terrifying and electrifying! Inside, the sweet black gentleman behind the counter was both very nice and quite the dirty old man. His face always lit up when he saw us come in. He loved everything about me and the way I seemed to dress and parade around. I forget his name but he always called me “Young hot white thing”.
The guy must have been in his seventies but never tried to hide the huge erection I always gave him. Then getting back inside the car with drunken horny men trying to get at you was always a huge turn on. Both Dave and I would have our hands and mouths all over each other before we even left the parking lot. One of those sexy nights my ex even convinced me how incredibly sexy it would be if I gave myself fully to the old man behind the register. He was right. I still think about it today. And its driving me crazy!What was I going to do? Its obvious Im going to have to rid it from my mind. But how? I have enough dirty interracial videos and DVD’s, not to mention toys that are big and black. They will have to do...They will satisfy me. They have to!
Sometimes when I would get home late and pretty wasted from a night out with girlfriends, I would dress up (like I would for Dave) and pretend I was going out to shake my sweet ass at all the black men at that liquor store. I would parade around my place, bending and flashing and acting like such the complete cock tease slut. I would lay with my big black cock toys and pretend I was being taken by all those filthy black cocks and I would cum so hard I would pass out till morning!
This became a sexy routine for quite a while till I was buzzin harder than usual one night and dressed like a slut, driving around in my car only blocks away from that liquor store. I can't do this! My heart was pounding so fast I could barely breathe. I actually entered the parking lot and was making a quick U-turn to leave when I glanced and saw no one anywhere.
I drove around the lot to make sure and not one drunken gang-banger or bum in sight. I decided to park and figured I could at least say hello to the old black man inside, real quick(if he even remembers me?). I was cleaning the house all day so I was still dressed in my short jean cut-offs and a rock and roll t-shirt. When he looked over at me he smiled wide saying, “Young hot white thing! It's you! Where you been, girl?” He was dealing with a customer when he asked me where was my man. When I said, “No more man” he (and his black customer) looked at me like I was prey for the hunt.
The customer left and I said I just wanted to say hello and I should probably be leaving too. He came from behind the counter to where I stood and looked me up and down saying I did it to him again, pointing to his crotch! I started to laugh and took me by the hand back around the counter where he had only one chair in front of the register and he sat down pulling me down to sit on his lap. Kind of like an old black Santa Clause at the mall... only this Santa was a pervert with his rock hard black cock just under my butt!.
He had it all figured out and although I tried denying it at first, I just kept quiet as he told me that I must have come all this way, alone, to see him. When I told him he was right he roughly grabbed one breast in one hand squeezing my nipple hard and pulling my face to his for a sloppy French Kiss. I blame my ex for this! Ive been so horny that before I knew it, I was gladly kissing him back and slowly grinding myself down on his hard cock!
He ordered me down on my knees right under the register and he fished out his cock and told me, "Here...this is what you really came for...Take it my young hot white thing." I had never seen a black cock quite like his before. It was long and rock hard solid, but really thin. It was easy to get in my mouth but hard to try to go down deep on it. He ordered me to suck on his hairy black balls and I heard a customer enter the store. I began to panic when he told me I better not even think of stopping! So I wildly started tonguing his huge hairy ball sack and up and down his long shaft.
I was under this spell of wanting BBC so much since the break up with my ex that I would do anything this old man wanted! I didnt care about anything else! I couldn’t see the customer standing right there but it was obvious to him that I was down there. I heard things like, “What’s a fine ass white girl doing suckin on your old wrinkly cock? You kidnap her or what? She must be one of them high priced, top shelf whores...”
Hearing them call me slut and whore made me cum for the first time by barely touching myself. We were alone again when the old guy sat back down and blew his load in my mouth, which I graciously swallowed down.
I thought that was it because he was an older man and from what Ive heard I should be lucky he even got hard in the first place but his old black cock was still pointing hard at the cieling. He told me to take off my clothes as he went to lock the front door and switched around a "BE BACK IN 10 MINUTES" sign. I mentioned about how can he still be hard and he tells me, "Are you kidding me? Look at you, baby. I'm probably gonna be hard for the next year or two, baby. This aint something that happens everyday. It never happens!"
He tells me he's always wanted to fuck on his counter and he lifted me up and laid me right by the register and slowly rubbed his cockhead against my hot wet slit and I felt my second climax building. When he slipped his cock in, I errupted! I was lost in my feeling and didnt even notice when some customer was pounding on the front door as we were in plain sight! When I started to think of the possabiliy of someone I know pounding on that door...I exploded again!
I know the sign says be back in 10 minutes, but for the next hour, that old man came 2 more times and I lost count of how many times I did. At the end, he stood me up and told me to get my shorts back on and that he had a business to run, leaving to unlock the front door.
I felt used and uncared for (but finally BBC satisfied) as I was leaving. He told me to call him next time I was coming and I said I that I would. The whole drive home I was becoming more and more obsessed with everything that just happened. His cum dripping from me only made it impossible to keep my hands from rubbing myself. His cum drying on my face and my arms and hair were like badges of black cock honor. I thought an experience like this would mellow my feelings but it seems they only got worse….or better? I wanted so much more!