This is a true story and took place about 15 years ago. It will forever be etched in my memory because the professor was my first interracial experience and definitely got me hooked on BBC.
I was attending a conference at a local university on a topic about which I am very passionate. There was one session in particular I was eager to attend that day as I had heard a great deal about this professor. I had read a few of his articles and knew his session would be informative and engaging. I made sure to get there early enough to get a seat close to the front.
I was not prepared for seeing this man for the first time. He was a handsome, sexy black man. He was about 6’4”, had a bald head, goatee, and glasses. I think my mouth may have been hanging open a little when he approached the podium to begin his talk. He caught me staring and while it made me blush, I made sure to smile before I looked away. I am a very sensual person and I still remember how his look turned me on. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him while he spoke. His intelligence, the way he spoke about a topic that means a lot to me--it was a huge turn on. At one point, he walked out from behind the podium and I found myself wondering about the size of his cock and if he liked white women. I looked up, we locked eyes, and I knew he had caught me staring again.
The session was over and he had a large group of people waiting to talk to him. I slipped out of the room, heading to the last session of the day. I sat towards the back because I wanted to have the option to leave early without disturbing anyone.
I pulled out my journal and wrote some thoughts from the previous session and some questions I’d love to ask that sexy professor if I ever had the chance. As I was writing furiously, I felt someone sit beside me. I heard a deep, sexy voice say, “I was hoping to find you.” As I looked up, I realized it was the professor. I smiled and told him how much I enjoyed his session and that I was writing down some questions I had for him in case I ever had the chance to ask him. He had this amazing, shy smile that seemed to directly affect my pussy. He suggested I give him my number so that we could further the conversation. After we exchanged numbers, he shyly asked if I’d want to have a ******* with him later. I said yes and we spent the remainder of the talk finding ways to casually brush against each other as we listened. I definitely couldn’t tell you what the talk was about, but I still remember that being some of the hottest foreplay I’ve ever experienced.
We set a time and place to get a ******* later that evening and I left him to the people that kept coming up to him wanting to talk about his work. I remember turning around and smiling at him as I walked away, catching him watching me with a grin on his face. As I walked into the bar at our set time, I saw him get up when I walked in. He smiled as I made my way over, gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek and we sat down together. He moved in so close and the sexual tension was so intense. My body felt like it was vibrating.
Over the next two hours, we talked about everything from our work to our personal lives. We sat so close that we were always touching each other in some way. When the conversation turned to sexual topics, he took my hand and guided me to touch his cock through his pants. I looked at him in shock and he said, “I need you to know before you say anything else that some women are hesitant to have sex with me because of my size.” If this had been an online exchange, I would have rolled my eyes. But, I could tell that he was actually worried about it. He was huge. As I ran my fingers along the length of his cock, I asked him how big he was. He replied that he was between around 10.5 inches. This man was not lying--I had never seen a cock that big anywhere but in porn. I gave him a nice stroke through his pants and grinned at him, hoping that he understood I was up for the challenge. He whispered, “Are you sure?” I smiled, rubbed the head of his cock through his pants and whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
He quickly paid our bill and guided me out of the bar. I lived the closest, so we decided he would follow me back to my place. As I closed and locked the door behind him, he pushed me against the front door and kissed me hard. I could feel that huge, hard cock of his push against me and I couldn’t wait to get naked. He slipped his hand up my dress and cursed when he felt how wet I was.
I led him to the bedroom and we started undressing each other. I slipped to my knees in front of him and he slipped his boxers down, his cock revealed at last. I grinned up at him and took his cock in my hands. It was so heavy, so full. It wasn’t just long, it was also pretty thick. I cupped his balls, smiling as he groaned. Slowly licking the tip of his cock, I loved tasting his precum on my tongue. I slid his cock into my mouth slowly, trying to see how much I could fit. As I wrapped my lips around him and pushed him back against my throat, I relaxed to see if I could take more. I took my time exploring his massive cock and balls, loving every minute of giving him pleasure. His hands in my hair, his moans, the look of desire and pleasure on his face, knowing that he was getting close to cumming--it was so fucking incredible.
He pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back in the bed, sliding a finger inside of me as he sucked hard on my clit. My hands found his bald head, squirming beneath him as his tongue attacked my pussy. He added another finger and started to fuck me harder. He curled his fingers up inside of me and I quickly started to cum. He kept fucking me hard and fast with his fingers and I came hard. As I came down from my first orgasm, he kissed my body as he moved his up mine, sucking and biting my nipples, just the way I had told him I loved it. He then kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. As he rested himself between my legs, I felt his cock pushing against my leg. I couldn't believe that soon that huge, beautiful black cock would be inside of me. God, I wanted that man. I moved beneath him so that his cock was against my pussy.
He called me impatient and we both laughed. I could tell how much my desire for him was turning him on. I knew he needed to hear it--to hear how much I wanted him, that I wasn’t afraid of his size. That I wanted to watch his cock disappear inside of me, wanted to watch his face as he pushed inside of me, intoxicated by the thought of the contrast of our skin. We had already had the condom talk earlier at the bar, so I knew he had stopped for some before we met at the bar, hoping that we’d end up having sex that night. Watching him roll that condom on his cock was one of the sexiest things I had seen. I was literally dripping in anticipation. He got all shy and serious again and made sure I knew I could tell him to stop if he was too much for me or if it hurt too much. I assured him that I was fine and that he needed to give me what I wanted. I remember the laughter and him saying, “God girl, you’re going to ******* me.”
As he pushed my legs apart, I felt the head of his cock push against my opening. The pressure was intense as he pushed inside of me. I remember how it felt as my body tried to adjust to his size. It was painful and amazing at the same time. I let him know I was fine and begged him to give me more. He closed his eyes and said, “Oh my God, you are so fucking tight.” He kissed me as he continued to push more of his huge cock inside of me. Staring down, he said, “Fuck, my cock looks so damn good inside of you.” Once he got as deep as his cock would go, he slowly started to fuck me. All I could do was hold on as he started to pick up his pace. I remember even now the pleasure and pain were so great that I could barely keep it together. He pushed my legs back beside my head and started fucking me harder. I remember the first time I came on his cock and the look on his face as my pussy grabbed hard at his cock inside of me. I begged him to keep going, not to hold back, to fuck me the way he really wanted to fuck me. I think that was what he needed to hear, because he flipped me over so fast, grabbed my hips, and slammed his cock into me from behind. He was so big, he was getting as deep as he possibly could and I remember wincing and gasping in pain. But, that pain was so fucking good. SO fucking good. As I came hard again, he kept telling me how sexy and beautiful I was taking his cock. He pushed me flat against the bed and continued to fuck me deep. It didn’t take long before he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and covered my back and ass with his cum.
He collapsed beside me, slipping a hand between my legs and rubbing my clit again as he came down. He told me that he had never been able to really let go and fuck someone like that before and how incredible it was for him. We spent some time exploring each other, licking, sucking, nibbling--enjoying learning how we reacted to each other. We fucked off and on all night and even needed to pull out some lube to help me take his huge cock for so long. At some point, in the middle of the night, I was enjoying riding him, taking him deep. I remember my body being so exhausted, but pushing to cum again. As I did, I experienced squirting for the first time with a lover. I came hard, hands digging into his chest. It was as if my body sighed this deep sigh of pleasure and release and when I stopped moving on him, I realized that I had drenched him. The look on his face was priceless. I remember him quietly repeating, "So fucking incredible" to me as I came down from that. We slept for a bit and when I woke up in the morning, I was so sore I could barely move. He found the Advil and brought me water and looked at me like he was going to apologize. I said, “Don’t you dare apologize or feel bad about this. I begged for it, if you remember, and I’d do it all and more again.”
We spent the entire next day together, talking, laughing, fucking. For the next several months, we spent so much time together. We did real dating things, but most of our time was spent fucking. I learned to take the pain relievers before fucking and that helped with the soreness. We eventually ditched the condoms and I have to say, having that man cum deep inside for the first time was one of the hottest things I’ve experienced. The look on his face the first time he filled me up is something I won’t forget. He said the same about my look. Haha I used to love sending him short emails during his day telling him how much I couldn't wait for him to fill my pussy again, it was such a turn on for both of us. I loved when that shy man came out of his shell when we were fucking. He always said how much he loved that he didn’t have to hold back with me, that I would take what he gave me. When he really let go, he got a little rougher, which I always loved. He would pull my hair, spank me, call me his slut, and tell me how much he loved filling my white pussy with his cum. I especially loved when he called me his slut.
Unfortunately for me, he took a position at another university and we mutually decided to end things. We would always fuck when work brought him back to town, but eventually he got married and had ******* and took a job on the other side of the country. I still get so turned on when I think about that man and his huge black cock.
I was attending a conference at a local university on a topic about which I am very passionate. There was one session in particular I was eager to attend that day as I had heard a great deal about this professor. I had read a few of his articles and knew his session would be informative and engaging. I made sure to get there early enough to get a seat close to the front.
I was not prepared for seeing this man for the first time. He was a handsome, sexy black man. He was about 6’4”, had a bald head, goatee, and glasses. I think my mouth may have been hanging open a little when he approached the podium to begin his talk. He caught me staring and while it made me blush, I made sure to smile before I looked away. I am a very sensual person and I still remember how his look turned me on. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him while he spoke. His intelligence, the way he spoke about a topic that means a lot to me--it was a huge turn on. At one point, he walked out from behind the podium and I found myself wondering about the size of his cock and if he liked white women. I looked up, we locked eyes, and I knew he had caught me staring again.
The session was over and he had a large group of people waiting to talk to him. I slipped out of the room, heading to the last session of the day. I sat towards the back because I wanted to have the option to leave early without disturbing anyone.
I pulled out my journal and wrote some thoughts from the previous session and some questions I’d love to ask that sexy professor if I ever had the chance. As I was writing furiously, I felt someone sit beside me. I heard a deep, sexy voice say, “I was hoping to find you.” As I looked up, I realized it was the professor. I smiled and told him how much I enjoyed his session and that I was writing down some questions I had for him in case I ever had the chance to ask him. He had this amazing, shy smile that seemed to directly affect my pussy. He suggested I give him my number so that we could further the conversation. After we exchanged numbers, he shyly asked if I’d want to have a ******* with him later. I said yes and we spent the remainder of the talk finding ways to casually brush against each other as we listened. I definitely couldn’t tell you what the talk was about, but I still remember that being some of the hottest foreplay I’ve ever experienced.
We set a time and place to get a ******* later that evening and I left him to the people that kept coming up to him wanting to talk about his work. I remember turning around and smiling at him as I walked away, catching him watching me with a grin on his face. As I walked into the bar at our set time, I saw him get up when I walked in. He smiled as I made my way over, gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek and we sat down together. He moved in so close and the sexual tension was so intense. My body felt like it was vibrating.
Over the next two hours, we talked about everything from our work to our personal lives. We sat so close that we were always touching each other in some way. When the conversation turned to sexual topics, he took my hand and guided me to touch his cock through his pants. I looked at him in shock and he said, “I need you to know before you say anything else that some women are hesitant to have sex with me because of my size.” If this had been an online exchange, I would have rolled my eyes. But, I could tell that he was actually worried about it. He was huge. As I ran my fingers along the length of his cock, I asked him how big he was. He replied that he was between around 10.5 inches. This man was not lying--I had never seen a cock that big anywhere but in porn. I gave him a nice stroke through his pants and grinned at him, hoping that he understood I was up for the challenge. He whispered, “Are you sure?” I smiled, rubbed the head of his cock through his pants and whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
He quickly paid our bill and guided me out of the bar. I lived the closest, so we decided he would follow me back to my place. As I closed and locked the door behind him, he pushed me against the front door and kissed me hard. I could feel that huge, hard cock of his push against me and I couldn’t wait to get naked. He slipped his hand up my dress and cursed when he felt how wet I was.
I led him to the bedroom and we started undressing each other. I slipped to my knees in front of him and he slipped his boxers down, his cock revealed at last. I grinned up at him and took his cock in my hands. It was so heavy, so full. It wasn’t just long, it was also pretty thick. I cupped his balls, smiling as he groaned. Slowly licking the tip of his cock, I loved tasting his precum on my tongue. I slid his cock into my mouth slowly, trying to see how much I could fit. As I wrapped my lips around him and pushed him back against my throat, I relaxed to see if I could take more. I took my time exploring his massive cock and balls, loving every minute of giving him pleasure. His hands in my hair, his moans, the look of desire and pleasure on his face, knowing that he was getting close to cumming--it was so fucking incredible.
He pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back in the bed, sliding a finger inside of me as he sucked hard on my clit. My hands found his bald head, squirming beneath him as his tongue attacked my pussy. He added another finger and started to fuck me harder. He curled his fingers up inside of me and I quickly started to cum. He kept fucking me hard and fast with his fingers and I came hard. As I came down from my first orgasm, he kissed my body as he moved his up mine, sucking and biting my nipples, just the way I had told him I loved it. He then kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. As he rested himself between my legs, I felt his cock pushing against my leg. I couldn't believe that soon that huge, beautiful black cock would be inside of me. God, I wanted that man. I moved beneath him so that his cock was against my pussy.
He called me impatient and we both laughed. I could tell how much my desire for him was turning him on. I knew he needed to hear it--to hear how much I wanted him, that I wasn’t afraid of his size. That I wanted to watch his cock disappear inside of me, wanted to watch his face as he pushed inside of me, intoxicated by the thought of the contrast of our skin. We had already had the condom talk earlier at the bar, so I knew he had stopped for some before we met at the bar, hoping that we’d end up having sex that night. Watching him roll that condom on his cock was one of the sexiest things I had seen. I was literally dripping in anticipation. He got all shy and serious again and made sure I knew I could tell him to stop if he was too much for me or if it hurt too much. I assured him that I was fine and that he needed to give me what I wanted. I remember the laughter and him saying, “God girl, you’re going to ******* me.”
As he pushed my legs apart, I felt the head of his cock push against my opening. The pressure was intense as he pushed inside of me. I remember how it felt as my body tried to adjust to his size. It was painful and amazing at the same time. I let him know I was fine and begged him to give me more. He closed his eyes and said, “Oh my God, you are so fucking tight.” He kissed me as he continued to push more of his huge cock inside of me. Staring down, he said, “Fuck, my cock looks so damn good inside of you.” Once he got as deep as his cock would go, he slowly started to fuck me. All I could do was hold on as he started to pick up his pace. I remember even now the pleasure and pain were so great that I could barely keep it together. He pushed my legs back beside my head and started fucking me harder. I remember the first time I came on his cock and the look on his face as my pussy grabbed hard at his cock inside of me. I begged him to keep going, not to hold back, to fuck me the way he really wanted to fuck me. I think that was what he needed to hear, because he flipped me over so fast, grabbed my hips, and slammed his cock into me from behind. He was so big, he was getting as deep as he possibly could and I remember wincing and gasping in pain. But, that pain was so fucking good. SO fucking good. As I came hard again, he kept telling me how sexy and beautiful I was taking his cock. He pushed me flat against the bed and continued to fuck me deep. It didn’t take long before he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and covered my back and ass with his cum.
He collapsed beside me, slipping a hand between my legs and rubbing my clit again as he came down. He told me that he had never been able to really let go and fuck someone like that before and how incredible it was for him. We spent some time exploring each other, licking, sucking, nibbling--enjoying learning how we reacted to each other. We fucked off and on all night and even needed to pull out some lube to help me take his huge cock for so long. At some point, in the middle of the night, I was enjoying riding him, taking him deep. I remember my body being so exhausted, but pushing to cum again. As I did, I experienced squirting for the first time with a lover. I came hard, hands digging into his chest. It was as if my body sighed this deep sigh of pleasure and release and when I stopped moving on him, I realized that I had drenched him. The look on his face was priceless. I remember him quietly repeating, "So fucking incredible" to me as I came down from that. We slept for a bit and when I woke up in the morning, I was so sore I could barely move. He found the Advil and brought me water and looked at me like he was going to apologize. I said, “Don’t you dare apologize or feel bad about this. I begged for it, if you remember, and I’d do it all and more again.”
We spent the entire next day together, talking, laughing, fucking. For the next several months, we spent so much time together. We did real dating things, but most of our time was spent fucking. I learned to take the pain relievers before fucking and that helped with the soreness. We eventually ditched the condoms and I have to say, having that man cum deep inside for the first time was one of the hottest things I’ve experienced. The look on his face the first time he filled me up is something I won’t forget. He said the same about my look. Haha I used to love sending him short emails during his day telling him how much I couldn't wait for him to fill my pussy again, it was such a turn on for both of us. I loved when that shy man came out of his shell when we were fucking. He always said how much he loved that he didn’t have to hold back with me, that I would take what he gave me. When he really let go, he got a little rougher, which I always loved. He would pull my hair, spank me, call me his slut, and tell me how much he loved filling my white pussy with his cum. I especially loved when he called me his slut.
Unfortunately for me, he took a position at another university and we mutually decided to end things. We would always fuck when work brought him back to town, but eventually he got married and had ******* and took a job on the other side of the country. I still get so turned on when I think about that man and his huge black cock.
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