How I Discovered my [F]un Sexual Side….Kind of Late.

Mandatory long time lurker first sentence….it may be a bit long, so skip to the * * * if you don’t care for background story. It turned out to be longer than expected.

Unlike a lot of people on here, I was not the high school promiscuous type. I was kind of a geek actually. Goody too shoes, frizzy hair, loved science, mostly kept to myself, handful of similar minded friends. Inside, I secretly wanted to be the popular girl, wanted to promiscuous, but had no idea how to even start doing anything like that. I did get a boyfriend and we did some stuff, but nothing too out of the ordinary for that period of my life.

College comes and I moved to the dorms, thinking I was going to have the chance of being more sexual, but not really. I was way to shy to do what I really wanted to do. Most I got was an on and off thing with a friend which was mostly giving him head and sometimes we would fuck. I was too stupid and shy to ask him for…you know…more.

Life occurred and halfway through college I had to put it on hold due to financial and family reasons, so I took a break to get a job, raise some money, help out at home. I got a very prestigious job at a local pizza place, a famous one, just answering the phone and taking orders, occasionally helping out with the prep. It wasn’t much, but it helped out a lot. So, the people who worked there was a good eclectic mix. Manager was from Ecuador, guy who worked next to me was American. Pizza makers were from the US and from South America. Drivers were all; black, white, South and Central American.

The big outlier there was that I was on the only woman. This was interesting because it was the first time I was getting more attention, being flirted with, and to be honest, I liked it. I felt a bit like the cool girl for the first time and that kind of attention was kind of fun, maybe a bit addictive. It made me think of a Family Guy episode where Meg works at the TSA and is considered THE HOT GIRL at work. I’ve never thought of myself as the hot girl, but in this case I was the only girl there, so that made me the hot girl.

The pay wasn’t the greatest but helped out. The hours were long and I smelled like pizza at the end of the day, but people were very down to earth. I became good friends with this guy, Daniel, one of the drivers, black guy. He would make a lot of sexual jokes with me about black men and white girls, which would make me feel both embarrassed and curious. I think every white woman, at least in the US, has been curious about sex with black men. He would make jokes about being my first black guy and all I had to do was ask and he would take my “fucking a black man” cherry. I secretly wanted to take him up on it, but wasn’t going to ask for it. Too shy for that.

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He invited me to a party one day. I was not really ready for a party. It was a late night shift and he invited me to tag along to a party at his friend’s house nearby that was going on. I had a change of clothes but I still reeked of pizza and sweat, but I accepted the offer since he would give me a ride home after.

We got there, typical house party, I will say maybe 20 people, some music playing, some people smoking, drinking. I relaxed and hung out with him. I’m no dummy, he was trying to get me drunk and I pretended that I was letting myself get drunk. I got tipsy but was in full control of my own actions. I figured it was a way to let my guard down and just enjoy. Whatever happens, happens! After maybe an hour of hanging out, he takes me by the hand and says he wants to show me something. We go upstairs and make a left in the first bedroom. There are bunkbeds and a some bean bags, and a lot of clothes on the floor. He sits me on one of the beds and just looks around a little and kisses me. I just kissed him back. Now, I am a moaner when I kiss, whether I am turned on or not. It is just something that I do. I was turned on from the mix of alcohol and making out and he saw that as welcoming sign. I was wondering how far this was going to go. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was hung like we are made to believe the stereotype of black men having bigger dicks.

After some making out, his hands got exploratory. Some boob groping over the clothes. Fine! Hand under my shirt. Fine. Groped my lady bits over my jeans. Fine. I was just going with the flow. I can hear him shuffling and undo his belt. Fine. He pulled his dick out and brought my hand to it. I grabbed it and began to jerk him off while we made out. He was not HUGE as stereotypes make black men seem, but he was definitely thicker than the 2 other dicks I had had experiences with. I could feel how much heavier his dick felt in my hand. In my head, I was thinking, “omg I’m jerking off a black guy”.

He stands up, his pants drop to his ankles and that makes me at eye level with his hard dick. I knew what he wanted, blowjob of course, but I just grabbed and jerked him off while looking at him, maybe waiting for instructions or something. He did what any man does in this position, put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer. I closed my eyes and opened wide. I feel way more comfortable with my blowjob skills today, but admit to not being the best head giver then, but I did my best. Since he was much thicker, I kept reminded myself of past article readings on how to give head, being careful with my teeth and all. He controlled the rhythm, sometimes pulling me a bit too far, really giving me a mouthful and I had to push back a bit, since I could not come close to deepthroating him, which I think he wanted. I had my first feeling of real sexual submissiveness when he kept asking me to look up at him. He had a look of dominance, something in his eyes, that made me feel kind of cheap, but also made me feel sexy.

Fucking door opens! Someone entered the room, which made me stop and wanted to hide. Some guy was looking for some guy, peeked and closed the door. We had a laugh and then he fed me his dick again to continue blowing him. He reaches down and tries to undo my pants, I help him, but my anxious mind was afraid of the door opening again. I asked to lock the door and he walks over and the door doesn’t have a lock. I was not going to fuck with the possibility of door being opened. He pulled his pants back up and took me by the hand again. We walk up another flight of stairs to a third floor and enter a bathroom. He locks the door and sits on the toilet, pants already around his ankle. He still had a hard on, like full blown hard on. I asked him if if had a condom and he reached into his wallet and got it. He put it on and gestured me over and I undid my pants, pulled them down along with my underwear, feeling a bit self conscious about not being clean, about having a bush. I hadn’t had sex in maybe 9 months I think. But I went along with it. I was also thinking about reading that condoms being in wallets and how that is not the best place to keep them.

I lowered myself onto him, facing him. I could feel his dick between my legs, reached down and guided it in. Took some shuffling but finally was able to lower myself onto him. I felt stretched from the start. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, slightly painful, but weirdly a good pain, felt nice and snug. I did my best to ride him as he helped me move my hips back and forth, as it felt really good the more we moved. I felt accomplished, fucking in some party bathroom, fucking a black guy. I felt so sexy. I rode him for a short time and we were interrupted by a knock on the door. One of the housemates was informing us that third floor was off limits and to please respect the house rules. Daniel said he would be right out as I got off him. He turned me around, I bent over holding on to the sink, looked back and saw that the condom had ripped. I asked him about it and he said that it had ripped and still got behind me and slid it my pussy. This was my first I was doing it without a condom. I thought about saying something but was immediately overwhelmed by being bent over like that. He pulled my hair back and began to pound me. I heard exactly what I expected him to say at some point. I will never forget his exact words he said over and over, “You got a tight little pussy, don’t you”, over and over. This made me feel so sexy as I remember closing my eyes and enjoying the moment and opening them watching him in the mirror reflection behind me. Without much warning, except for some groaning, he released into me. I had just gotten my first creampie. I was real conflicted. One side, he should have pulled out, since it felt a bit invasive, even being on birth control. On the other side, I had feeling of being so sexy being filled up.

He pulled out and I held my hand against my pussy. I sat on the toilet and let the cum drop out and got cleaned up as he got dressed. I had that moment of post sex where clarity comes into play. Thoughts of “what the fuck happened”. I got dressed and we both walked out. I felt pretty shameful. Person banging on the door gave us dirty looks as we walked downstairs. I felt both embarrassed and excited at what had happened, felt like people were staring at me as I walked back to the party, but it was just my imagination.

We hung out a bit more at the party. I kind of wanted to go home since I could still feel the smell of pizza in my hair. I needed a shower actually, but he was my ride and I just hung on for a while until he the partied started to die out. He finally asked if I was ready to leave and I said yea. We got in the car and he asks if I want to over to this place. I told him that I needed a shower and my parents were expecting me home. He had an answer for everything. He said I could shower at his place and that I could text my parents I would not be sleeping home. I took a few seconds to decide what I wanted. I did kind of want to hook up with him again and I pulled out my phone and texted my mom. Then, out of the blue he asks if I give road head. I paused for a second and had to process what he asked. I had never given road head but said yes.

I leaned in and pulled his dick out, even soft, he was thick, felt heavy. I gave it a few licks and took it in my mouth, his hand naturally got in the back of my head, shifted his weight and controlled my rhythmn and repeating a few “suck my dick bitch”, lol! We didn’t take too long to arrive at his place. I sat up and we got out of the car. It was an apartment building. We got in the elevator, keeping my composure, and got into his apartment. I knew he had roommates so I talked softly as we went in the apartment. It was pretty quiet and the bedroom doors were closed, which I assumed they were asleep. He led me in the room and closed the door. He began to pull his pants off and reminded him that I really needed a shower, I had to pee too. He got me a towel and led me in the bathroom. I had some time to process again, to think about what in the world I was doing, but I was also excited for being in that predicament.

I got out of the bedroom and tiptoed in his room. He didn’t waste much time and pulled my towel off and sat on the bed. He had this really dominating leadership vibe which I naturally responded to. He told me to kneel as he sat on the bed and pulled me in, which made me open wide and began to give him head again, he had his hand on the back of my head and pulled me in at his own pace. He said things that were kind of humiliating but yet hot. I felt I was being given the chance to be the inner slut I wanted to be. He called a “slut” and a “bitch” and how I was going to suck his dick everyday from now on. I so wanted to respond, but my mouth was full and I would be way to shy to say anything anyway. For some reason, his dick felt even thicker and harder this time as he kept me bobbing for a while. I remembered a trick I had read a while back about letting my saliva accumulate which made his dick so sloppy, he liked that mix of sloppiness of noisy dick sucking.

He pulled me up and positioned me on the bed, like a fuck doll or something. I was right at the edge of the bed on my knees and hands, he taps my inner thighs to spread more and slides in my pussy. It felt so good. That stretching full feeling felt really good. He went all in and held my hips and began to pump me kind of hard hard from the start. He was hitting some deep angles which felt uncomfortable but also felt good all the same time. I desperately gripped a pillow and put my head down into it, feeling a bit shy about making any noise, since I knew there were roommates in the next room. I could feel his dick really giving me a work out, I felt more like groaning than moaning since it felt really intense, I could feel his balls slapping onto me as he thrusted and I felt so damn sexy. I could peek down between my legs and see his legs and hips thrusting and I was really in a state of ecstasy. He reached and got my hair at the back of my head and pulled it back right when I was building up to orgasm, where I let out a really loud “oh my god” which made him go harder. I consider this moment my first really big penetration orgasm and it felt really really good. It felt leg weakening. It was strong enough to remove all strength from my legs and I barely could keep in that position having my hair yanked back like that, while calling out a lot of “oh god”.

He let go of my hair, without missing a beat, still going pretty hard inside me. Not as fast, but certainly that forceful deep thrusts. I laid my head on the bed and enjoyed the really fun fucking I was getting. He was hitting a really good angle I didn’t know existed. I was bumming but every deep thrust felt like a mini orgasm and it felt so good taking it like that. He had his hand on my hips, would sometimes spread my cheeks, even spanked my butt a few times. He was owning me and it felt amazing to be in that situation. I think it was my first feeling of actual lust.

He flipped me on my back and spread me wide, slid in me and began to go at it again. I was in that ecstasy phase, a bit weakened and held my thighs up and wide as he fucked me a bit more, as deep too. After what felt like an eternity of fucking, he said he was going to cum. I just kept enjoying the moment as he left out a very sexy groan and filled me up again. His O face was so satisfying as he slowed down little by little until he slipped out of me. I was so exhausted and sleepy. Freaking hormones made me feel so damn good. What had I been missing out during all these years?

It took me a few minutes to recompose and get my wet towel for another shower. I took a long recomposing shower. When I got out, he got in the shower too. I got in the bedroom and kind of collapsed on the bed and slept all night. I woke up early morning. He had slept on the sofa. I was kind of sore to be honest and a bit embarrassed but had really enjoyed the experience. He gave me a ride home late morning and didn’t make it weird on the way there. No awkward conversation or anything like that, which was what I had hoped for.

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