My first full body massage and BBC. [F29]

This is something that I would never confess to anyone in person. So I’m explicitly writing it down and I encourage all sexually open minded white women to go and experience this for themselves. You won’t regret it. Because honestly, this was a very pleasant and eye opening experience for me.

A few months ago, my friend from work told me about a black masseuse she’d gone to. I remember that almost everyone from work had been suffering from a stiff neck ever since our boss decided to renovate; the new chairs and desks were pretty and all but they were also very uncomfortable. Thankfully, my boss acquiesced two weeks later after everyone at the office unanimously voted to get rid of them.

“What can a girl say,” she said, “after the whole ordeal of sitting on uncomfortable chairs five hours a day, I needed to get a massage. I asked around, and his name came highly recommended from a few girls I know.”

She went on to tell me about how his hands are big and strong but that his touch can be both gentle and rough when needed.

She could not stop talking about her experience with the guy for the most part of the week. It was like she’d developed a childish crush on him; to the point where I even suspected that something more than a massage took place. Maybe some hanky panky had also been thrown around.

My suspicions were confirmed when she’d gone for a second time and I asked her about the cost of the massage. She smiled, giggled and said confidently “last time I got a sizable discount. This time, however, I didn’t have to pay a cent.”

Her excitement obviously rubbed off on me because soon enough I found myself thinking, perhaps even fantasizing about how a pair of big and strong hands would feel as they gently caressed my skin. That they were black made it feel all the more interesting.

Naturally, I was curious. Save for the few times my exes quickly rushed a massage over my body just to get laid, I realized that I’d never actually gotten a professional full body massage before. I’d thought about it countless times, but I guess I just didn’t have the courage to go out and allow a man I was entirely unfamiliar with to do something as intimate as oiling up and massaging my naked body.

So I kept thinking about this mysterious black man all the more since my own relationship was, well, very sexually unappetizing.

Sometimes it felt like my boyfriend spent more time on his computer playing video games than he actually acknowledged my existence. It may sound like I’m exaggerating but one time he invested so much of his time on an online rpg game that an entire two weeks went by without him doing so much as touching me, let alone putting his small member inside of me.

I was left so devastatingly horny, and masturbation only made it worse, I ended up cheating on him… with a girl. But that’s a story for another time.

I found the idea of a black man with big and strong hands gently rubbing on my body extremely arousing. A few weeks went by and my colleague saw the guy frequently. She’d become a different person with a carefree and confident demeanour. My colleagues saw this too. She looked pretty good; rosy cheeks, glowing skin, bright eyes and a happy gait. And while everyone was wondering who this new person was, I alone knew why; full body massages and, of course, some good illicit taboo sex.

That’s when I made up my mind. I had to go see the black masseuse too. I felt so excited, my vagina got wet and ticklish just from the thought of it.

I asked my colleague to share his contact information with me. She gave me his email address, physical address and Instagram username. He had pictures of his set-up as well as pictures of himself on his Instagram. He looked so manly and handsome; muscular physique, a faded haircut and a strong jaw. I couldn’t stop looking at his pictures.

That evening after work, I emailed him a picture of myself and asked about his terms and conditions. He responded a few minutes later and we exchanged a few more emails and agreed on a date and time; Friday 9 p.m. Enough time for me to go and buy an outfit after work, go to my apartment and clean up, and Uber to his massage studio about a thirty minutes drive away from my apartment.

In the studio, he showed me around the place and outlined how the whole thing would proceed. Then he offered me a consent form which I duly filled out while he explained it. Finally he told me to relax and he explicitly told me that I should simply tell him to stop if I felt uncomfortable at any moment.

Once done with the terms, it was time to get naked and lay on the massage table. I was about to ask for some privacy to undress but then I thought what the heck? He’s going to see me naked anyway.

His eyes sparkled and he blushed in a cute way when I undressed in front of him. Only my underwear remained and that was how much I was prepared to be naked. But the look he had in his eyes gave me the confidence to take it a step further and take everything off. When I was done and standing there naked for him, he sexily licked his lips while admiring my body. The lust in the room was palpable.

I’m about to get a full body massage and have sex with a black man, I thought.

I was turned on like never before. Being sufficiently turned on had always been a problem for me. I’d want sex like all women do but my exes could never really make me become overwhelmed with enough desire to crave for it.

I’d rarely find myself to be as wet and horny as I’d like to be by the time my vagina was penetrated. And when I started to enjoy the sensation of a penis sliding in and out of my vagina, the guys didn’t last long enough for me to reach orgasm.

But this black beast was a master at getting me extremely wet and horny. He started with a gentle massage, absolutely relaxing my body. Then he gently led his hands over the regions I’d fantasized he’d touch. I was laying on my stomach when he slowly pulled away the small towel covering my butt.

I moaned. It felt like an electric current was flowing through my body. His big hands cupped and squeezed both my butt cheeks. Then he spread them wide open. I felt so exposed to him. I realized that his face was hovering just above my buttocks because I felt his warm breath over my tushy. My clitoris pulsated and I felt the amazing sensation of my vagina gushing and dripping with my wetness.

I arched my butt higher up, closer to his face and hoped that he got the message. He got it!

The feeling of his wet tongue licking my wet vagina, then working it’s way up and down the perineum, eventually going all the way and circling my exposed butthole felt so exhilarating that I collapsed and orgasmed on the massage table. He let me calm down for a few seconds, then he turned me over and gave me the best sex I ever had with his hard and bulging black manhood.

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