I was accidently introduced to a man, and long story short, he bedded me. There was some reluctance, as my life was in a good place, at the moment, but what can I say? I'm a girl, and we can be seduced!
In this case, I should have been more properly attired. I was wearing a black miniskirt and heels, and a grey silk blouse, and he was wearing a polo shirt and dockers. We met at the gas station, of all places, and we got to talking about the exorbitant prices of gasoline. Me putting 35 gallons into my pick up truck, and he filling up his rental car.
He was done in a few minutes, while I was going to take more like 10-15. But he waited with me, and he was flirting. Pretty girl in a big truck kind of thing. How he wanted to watch me get in it, without exposing myself, and so on. He was actually pretty charming for a man I was presuming to be a lecherous traveler. But he had one thing in his favor. He is black. Not charcoal dark, but there was no mistaking his heritage. That is my kryptonite.
So I thought, alright, if you want a show, I'll give you a show. I made a show of putting the gas nozzle back, grunting softly due to how "heavy" it was, and made a snarky comment about how black guys think they carry an Anaconda the size of the gas hose. I went to the driver's door, and made a show of having to use all my strength to open the door. You know, planting my heels front and back, and leaning back with my weight to pull the too-heavy door, and then putting my purse in, and "knocking it over", having to bend at the waist to reach for my "loosely scattered things".
I could feel his eyes burning through my clothing as my skirt rode up behind me, giving him, and the other few people there a short look at my teal satin panties. He "gallantly" came behind me to help me reach for the things I could easily grab. But there was no mistaking his body pressed against my derrière. Along with the subtle dry humping, which I returned in kind. When I went to stand up, he turned my head by my chin, and it was on. The first kiss wasn't even tentative. It was a full-on frontal assault. But I found myself giving in almost from the beginning. He then invited me to his hotel room. Of course I followed him!
Foreplay for us was pretty brief, and rather than my getting undressed, he stripped in record time, while I lay on his bed, looking him over with a come-hither gaze. He had a nice cock, around 6 inches or so, and already throbbing when he came to the bed. He lifted my skirt, pulled my panties down, and had me. I dunno why, but his body atop mine, pushing me into the bed just did me in. Long, lewd kisses, and the initial penetration as I was lost in his eyes claimed complete power over me. After a few minutes thrusting, he pulled out, and then rolled me over, my skirt pretty much just up at my waist. I didn't take my heels off at his request, and as he again lay atop me, this time it was about control and dominance. Once he was inside me, he laid his legs over mine, his torso over mine, and his hands held me tightly by the wrists. I literally could not move. So naturally I tried to.
I feigned protest, that I wanted him to stop, that he was ****** me. His response was more than I expected. His prowess became more aggressive, and the sensations within me grew to new heights. Something about the feelings of his cock's sensitive nerve-endings rubbing along my own sensitive spots just blew me away. I begged him not to cum in me, because I couldn't have a ****-baby. How my husband would leave me if I had a black baby. All of these things spurred him on, and in his aggression came my submission. My consumption.
We got to a furious pace, and place, and I was begging him not to do it. I was fertile, i was not on birth control, he wasn't using a condom, all the things a man wants to hear when he is in his dominant moments. So naturally he did. He planted his cock all the way inside me, and shot his load. In doing so, his last out of control thrusts made me climax as well. So I knew what my body was trying to do, which was successfully mate with this black stranger and create new life. Anyone who used to be able to read my stories on here knows that, I write about it often enough here and on Literotica. Then he literally manhandled me onto my knees, and held me face-down, while he kept his cock inside me, plugging me to keep his cum from leaking out. It was another step in my total consumption. He was going to try and get me pregnant.
I wasn't overly worried, as I was in my safe period. Then he spanked me a few times, making my body convulse on his softening manhood. I guess it was to make me wring every last drop of his semen into my body. After about ten minutes recovering, he made a great effort to hold me in place as he put my panties back on me, even pulling them up tightly at the waist, to ensure my labia stayed closed. So I asked him why he was trying to get me pregnant. What he said broke my heart.
He was on his first business trip since his youngest had died of cancer. He then lifted me up, put me on my heels and slapped my ass and told me to go, because his wife was due to call in the next few minutes.
On my way home to my ******, I had the commute to think about things. What had happened, why, and how did I feel. What I came up astounded me. He had made me feel amazing, and more than just sexually, he had made me reach only one conclusion. He had totally consumed me because not only had he fucked me stoopid, he had also made me want to have his childd.
Needless to say, I am not pregnant. But now I have this nagging wish I was.
In this case, I should have been more properly attired. I was wearing a black miniskirt and heels, and a grey silk blouse, and he was wearing a polo shirt and dockers. We met at the gas station, of all places, and we got to talking about the exorbitant prices of gasoline. Me putting 35 gallons into my pick up truck, and he filling up his rental car.
He was done in a few minutes, while I was going to take more like 10-15. But he waited with me, and he was flirting. Pretty girl in a big truck kind of thing. How he wanted to watch me get in it, without exposing myself, and so on. He was actually pretty charming for a man I was presuming to be a lecherous traveler. But he had one thing in his favor. He is black. Not charcoal dark, but there was no mistaking his heritage. That is my kryptonite.
So I thought, alright, if you want a show, I'll give you a show. I made a show of putting the gas nozzle back, grunting softly due to how "heavy" it was, and made a snarky comment about how black guys think they carry an Anaconda the size of the gas hose. I went to the driver's door, and made a show of having to use all my strength to open the door. You know, planting my heels front and back, and leaning back with my weight to pull the too-heavy door, and then putting my purse in, and "knocking it over", having to bend at the waist to reach for my "loosely scattered things".
I could feel his eyes burning through my clothing as my skirt rode up behind me, giving him, and the other few people there a short look at my teal satin panties. He "gallantly" came behind me to help me reach for the things I could easily grab. But there was no mistaking his body pressed against my derrière. Along with the subtle dry humping, which I returned in kind. When I went to stand up, he turned my head by my chin, and it was on. The first kiss wasn't even tentative. It was a full-on frontal assault. But I found myself giving in almost from the beginning. He then invited me to his hotel room. Of course I followed him!
Foreplay for us was pretty brief, and rather than my getting undressed, he stripped in record time, while I lay on his bed, looking him over with a come-hither gaze. He had a nice cock, around 6 inches or so, and already throbbing when he came to the bed. He lifted my skirt, pulled my panties down, and had me. I dunno why, but his body atop mine, pushing me into the bed just did me in. Long, lewd kisses, and the initial penetration as I was lost in his eyes claimed complete power over me. After a few minutes thrusting, he pulled out, and then rolled me over, my skirt pretty much just up at my waist. I didn't take my heels off at his request, and as he again lay atop me, this time it was about control and dominance. Once he was inside me, he laid his legs over mine, his torso over mine, and his hands held me tightly by the wrists. I literally could not move. So naturally I tried to.
I feigned protest, that I wanted him to stop, that he was ****** me. His response was more than I expected. His prowess became more aggressive, and the sensations within me grew to new heights. Something about the feelings of his cock's sensitive nerve-endings rubbing along my own sensitive spots just blew me away. I begged him not to cum in me, because I couldn't have a ****-baby. How my husband would leave me if I had a black baby. All of these things spurred him on, and in his aggression came my submission. My consumption.
We got to a furious pace, and place, and I was begging him not to do it. I was fertile, i was not on birth control, he wasn't using a condom, all the things a man wants to hear when he is in his dominant moments. So naturally he did. He planted his cock all the way inside me, and shot his load. In doing so, his last out of control thrusts made me climax as well. So I knew what my body was trying to do, which was successfully mate with this black stranger and create new life. Anyone who used to be able to read my stories on here knows that, I write about it often enough here and on Literotica. Then he literally manhandled me onto my knees, and held me face-down, while he kept his cock inside me, plugging me to keep his cum from leaking out. It was another step in my total consumption. He was going to try and get me pregnant.
I wasn't overly worried, as I was in my safe period. Then he spanked me a few times, making my body convulse on his softening manhood. I guess it was to make me wring every last drop of his semen into my body. After about ten minutes recovering, he made a great effort to hold me in place as he put my panties back on me, even pulling them up tightly at the waist, to ensure my labia stayed closed. So I asked him why he was trying to get me pregnant. What he said broke my heart.
He was on his first business trip since his youngest had died of cancer. He then lifted me up, put me on my heels and slapped my ass and told me to go, because his wife was due to call in the next few minutes.
On my way home to my ******, I had the commute to think about things. What had happened, why, and how did I feel. What I came up astounded me. He had made me feel amazing, and more than just sexually, he had made me reach only one conclusion. He had totally consumed me because not only had he fucked me stoopid, he had also made me want to have his childd.
Needless to say, I am not pregnant. But now I have this nagging wish I was.
