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I guess growing up in Toronto a lot of blacks were immigrants and hard to communicate with. It is much different than here in California, where there are a lot of blacks raised in this culture.
This is last December when I was leaving University of Toronto after finishing my undergrad degree. There was a French student at the school who was also a football player from Paris. I guess you would call it soccer. We had one class together in be beginning of the year. His name is Jamal. His parents were from a French colony in Africa someplace, but he was born in France.
He really seemed to like me a lot right away and he pursued me fairly intently. He always seemed to be there to walk between classes with me or at the library I worked at. He was an amazing athlete obviously and very handsome. He was very dark skinned with a handsome but not overstated African face. He was as I said very nice to me a lot and I heard on the grapevine that he turned girls down since he would only go out with me. I have to say I never saw him with another girl or heard of him with another girl.
It took me a while to understand what he was asking for. To be 100% honest I never considered dating black man before. I really didn't not consider it an option. I don't think I was particularly racist, but I just never considered it.
I thought about it for a long time before I decided to go out with him. By this time he stopped asking me out, still was around and nice to me, but didn't ask me out on a regular basis. I guess that got me thinking about it more seriously.
I decided to invite him to a Halloween party at a friends apartment. I guess I thought it was a nice start since it wasn't technically a date, just inviting him to a party, right? I saw him at the library and I mentioned it to him, he said he liked Halloween and would come. I told him he had to be in costume and that wouldn't be a problem. He asked me what I was going to be but to be honest I wasn't sure, I usually put on cat ears and that's about it, at least since I was 14. He said that slutty nurses are sexy. I said that?s fairly typical but I would think about it. He asked if he could bring a date and I told him no, he couldn't. Too obvious? So, I made sure he had directions, knew the best subway station and train to take, etc.
Being completely honest again I left work and went straight to buy a slutty nurse outfit. It was a lycro spandex, white one piece that was tight and short on me. If I didn't pay attention it would be way up and showing a lot. It showed a lot of cleavage and had a silly little hat.
I saw Jamal 2 days before the party, I made sure he was coming. I asked about his costume and he was wearing a footballers uniform. He asked me and I told him it was a surprise. I told him I was glad he was coming since my friend and I don't keep the same friends, and he might be the only person there I know.
So, day of the party. I felt that I was on crack, I felt excited, nervous, scared, excited, nervous. I slept late as I could so I would stay up later too. I got shaved my pussy that afternoon to make sure it was as clean as possible. I had very light, transparent panties, thong, to go with the outfit, no bra. Careful make up and hair, 3 different times to be honest.
I got to the apartment about 4 and sat around, chatted, had some wine and weed. Weed is low grade but generally not illegal in Toronto. it's illegal but not enforced. People are supposed to arrive at 7, so about 6 we prepped. The apartment is in the basement level, on two bedroom, one bedroom I think of as a closet but they called it a bedroom.
Jamal arrived fashionably late about 7:45. To be honest I was a bit nervous and worried he wouldn't come. He made it, looking very nice in a football uniform, with a nice smell of cologne. We talked a lot, danced, had drinks, and hung out. The music was loud so we were close to each other a lot to communicate. Being next to him I could feel his fitness, he was very hard, firm, but moved well. Obvious muscles were there. He asked me if I bought the outfit for him and I said 'of course baby'.
At this point I decided I would let him take me if he wanted to. He was so sexy and smart and fit and liked me so much I really wanted him.
I'm not sure what time. But kinda late when a few people left to catch last running trains, he put his hand on my waist and said come on. I followed him into the small bedroom which didn't have much but some boxes and a spare futon mattress.
His arms were around me and his lips on mine as soon as the door was closed. There was very little light in the room. The dress was pulled down from my shoulders under my breasts and pulled up over my hips. I remember when he ripped the thong off me, it cut into me little and made me realize I was fully open to him now. The thought of that made me get so wet I think I was dripping. He laid me on the mattress and kissed down from my neck, breasts, to my pussy. He licked my clit a little and rubbed me with a finger. I rubbed myself eagerly against him.
He stopped licking and pulled away, I knew he was taking down his shorts. I just laid there waiting. He moved over me his body resting on his hands which were above my shoulders. He started pressing something that felt like an oversized sex toy against me. I later found out Jamal is about 10" and very fat. I didn't really realize at first what it was, but his cock pressed against me a few time, after maybe five times it began to enter me. He slowly worked himself into me. God knows the sounds I was making, but I never asked him to stop. I felt like it was the first time I had sex. He was fully in me and began to thrust harder and harder until he was fucking me very hard, pounding me. I couldn't see much but I pictured in my mind his dark black body fucking me, the contrast of our skin together. I cam 2 or 3 times when he turned me over and took me doggie style for a while. I was completely out of it, I was just high on the sex. I don't remember when he entered my ass, I became aware of him in my bottom ass fucking me when he was fully in me. I had anal a few times but this was different too. He did me like that for a while until he pulled out, positioned himself over me and cam on my face. I couldn't see, but it was so much and came in so many spurts I was surprised. he pressed his cock into my mouth which I accepted.
I assumed he was done but he didn't' get soft. He mounted me again missionary and rode me a while more. The feeling of lying there, face covered in cum, really covered. and being used more was really a turn on for me. I cam, but was also amazingly high from the sex. He came in me finally. He rested for a minute or two with me pressed against him.
He got up an told me to get dressed. which I did. he went back to the party and I went straight to the bathroom to wash my face.
When we got back to the party he acted very nice to me. Had his arm around me and we continued to talk and be close.
The next time I saw him at school he said he really enjoyed me and asked if I was ok. I told him I was and I loved it to that it was amazing. he asked if he could ask me out sometime and I told him he better.
Now. I dated two white guys after that. None of them gave me any of the same level of enjoyment he did. I dated Jamal until I left for California in July. The sex with him was always amazing. I have to say after him, I began my 'journey' to being exclusively black only.
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I guess growing up in Toronto a lot of blacks were immigrants and hard to communicate with. It is much different than here in California, where there are a lot of blacks raised in this culture.
This is last December when I was leaving University of Toronto after finishing my undergrad degree. There was a French student at the school who was also a football player from Paris. I guess you would call it soccer. We had one class together in be beginning of the year. His name is Jamal. His parents were from a French colony in Africa someplace, but he was born in France.
He really seemed to like me a lot right away and he pursued me fairly intently. He always seemed to be there to walk between classes with me or at the library I worked at. He was an amazing athlete obviously and very handsome. He was very dark skinned with a handsome but not overstated African face. He was as I said very nice to me a lot and I heard on the grapevine that he turned girls down since he would only go out with me. I have to say I never saw him with another girl or heard of him with another girl.
It took me a while to understand what he was asking for. To be 100% honest I never considered dating black man before. I really didn't not consider it an option. I don't think I was particularly racist, but I just never considered it.
I thought about it for a long time before I decided to go out with him. By this time he stopped asking me out, still was around and nice to me, but didn't ask me out on a regular basis. I guess that got me thinking about it more seriously.
I decided to invite him to a Halloween party at a friends apartment. I guess I thought it was a nice start since it wasn't technically a date, just inviting him to a party, right? I saw him at the library and I mentioned it to him, he said he liked Halloween and would come. I told him he had to be in costume and that wouldn't be a problem. He asked me what I was going to be but to be honest I wasn't sure, I usually put on cat ears and that's about it, at least since I was 14. He said that slutty nurses are sexy. I said that?s fairly typical but I would think about it. He asked if he could bring a date and I told him no, he couldn't. Too obvious? So, I made sure he had directions, knew the best subway station and train to take, etc.
Being completely honest again I left work and went straight to buy a slutty nurse outfit. It was a lycro spandex, white one piece that was tight and short on me. If I didn't pay attention it would be way up and showing a lot. It showed a lot of cleavage and had a silly little hat.
I saw Jamal 2 days before the party, I made sure he was coming. I asked about his costume and he was wearing a footballers uniform. He asked me and I told him it was a surprise. I told him I was glad he was coming since my friend and I don't keep the same friends, and he might be the only person there I know.
So, day of the party. I felt that I was on crack, I felt excited, nervous, scared, excited, nervous. I slept late as I could so I would stay up later too. I got shaved my pussy that afternoon to make sure it was as clean as possible. I had very light, transparent panties, thong, to go with the outfit, no bra. Careful make up and hair, 3 different times to be honest.
I got to the apartment about 4 and sat around, chatted, had some wine and weed. Weed is low grade but generally not illegal in Toronto. it's illegal but not enforced. People are supposed to arrive at 7, so about 6 we prepped. The apartment is in the basement level, on two bedroom, one bedroom I think of as a closet but they called it a bedroom.
Jamal arrived fashionably late about 7:45. To be honest I was a bit nervous and worried he wouldn't come. He made it, looking very nice in a football uniform, with a nice smell of cologne. We talked a lot, danced, had drinks, and hung out. The music was loud so we were close to each other a lot to communicate. Being next to him I could feel his fitness, he was very hard, firm, but moved well. Obvious muscles were there. He asked me if I bought the outfit for him and I said 'of course baby'.
At this point I decided I would let him take me if he wanted to. He was so sexy and smart and fit and liked me so much I really wanted him.
I'm not sure what time. But kinda late when a few people left to catch last running trains, he put his hand on my waist and said come on. I followed him into the small bedroom which didn't have much but some boxes and a spare futon mattress.
His arms were around me and his lips on mine as soon as the door was closed. There was very little light in the room. The dress was pulled down from my shoulders under my breasts and pulled up over my hips. I remember when he ripped the thong off me, it cut into me little and made me realize I was fully open to him now. The thought of that made me get so wet I think I was dripping. He laid me on the mattress and kissed down from my neck, breasts, to my pussy. He licked my clit a little and rubbed me with a finger. I rubbed myself eagerly against him.
He stopped licking and pulled away, I knew he was taking down his shorts. I just laid there waiting. He moved over me his body resting on his hands which were above my shoulders. He started pressing something that felt like an oversized sex toy against me. I later found out Jamal is about 10" and very fat. I didn't really realize at first what it was, but his cock pressed against me a few time, after maybe five times it began to enter me. He slowly worked himself into me. God knows the sounds I was making, but I never asked him to stop. I felt like it was the first time I had sex. He was fully in me and began to thrust harder and harder until he was fucking me very hard, pounding me. I couldn't see much but I pictured in my mind his dark black body fucking me, the contrast of our skin together. I cam 2 or 3 times when he turned me over and took me doggie style for a while. I was completely out of it, I was just high on the sex. I don't remember when he entered my ass, I became aware of him in my bottom ass fucking me when he was fully in me. I had anal a few times but this was different too. He did me like that for a while until he pulled out, positioned himself over me and cam on my face. I couldn't see, but it was so much and came in so many spurts I was surprised. he pressed his cock into my mouth which I accepted.
I assumed he was done but he didn't' get soft. He mounted me again missionary and rode me a while more. The feeling of lying there, face covered in cum, really covered. and being used more was really a turn on for me. I cam, but was also amazingly high from the sex. He came in me finally. He rested for a minute or two with me pressed against him.
He got up an told me to get dressed. which I did. he went back to the party and I went straight to the bathroom to wash my face.
When we got back to the party he acted very nice to me. Had his arm around me and we continued to talk and be close.
The next time I saw him at school he said he really enjoyed me and asked if I was ok. I told him I was and I loved it to that it was amazing. he asked if he could ask me out sometime and I told him he better.
Now. I dated two white guys after that. None of them gave me any of the same level of enjoyment he did. I dated Jamal until I left for California in July. The sex with him was always amazing. I have to say after him, I began my 'journey' to being exclusively black only.
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