Amy Tale/s – Looking for a Big Black Cock? Pt. 1

I could not just ask guys to show me their dicks, and then decide if I wanted to fuck them or not.

I really wanted to find another big cock to fuck like my husband’s gay black friend’s thick 10”+ big black cock. [see Amy Tale/s – BBC Weekend Pt. 1, for details]. I had to wait until we moved to my husband’s second duty station. It wasn’t possible at his first duty station, because it was overseas, our children required constant care, and the military was such a new experience. By the time we got to his second post, the children were old enough to be left alone and in public school, one of them had already moved out. My husband only deployed from the new station once, but he was gone more because they were always training. Because the kids were gone more too, I had a lot of free time after my husband deployed the third time.

We were at the new base maybe 4 months and my husband deployed for the third time. I started going out at nights with some military wives. We went to a party one night that had drinking, and needless to say, some guys were hitting on us. But my group’s consensus was, we are all married, and we were out for the drinks, music, and each other’s company. However, in the back of my mind, I was thinking about that big black cock gay friend of my husband’s, and one of the guys that hit on us tonight was nice looking, and he was black. The group pretty much blew off any guys each time they tried, but I kept my eye on that guy.

When I noticed he was in a good area for a quick private chat, I slipped out of sight of my friends and went over. I walked up, and I smiled, and I said, are you still interested, I know the group blew you off, but I would like to talk with you. He introduced himself as Darrel, and I told him my name was Amy. I said, well, if you are interested here is my email, and I handed him a piece paper. I said, I can’t talk here, but just hit me up. I left, and went back over to my friends, and they did not even miss me.

Darrel emailed me the next day, and we talked about hooking up. I told him I was married, and that I was not interested in a date, but something more intimate. He understood and agreed we could meet at a hotel, and that he would make the arrangements. Darrel was in the military too, and I was about 14 years older than he was, but I did not care, I wanted to fuck a big cock. About three days passed, and Darrel emailed and said he had a reservation for tomorrow, and could I get away? I said, yes, but that I could not spend the night. I told the kids I was going out with some wives, and I meet Darrel at the hotel just after dark.

We went inside, and sat down and talked for about 20 minutes, and then Darrel came over to me and took my hand and I stood up, and he started kissing me. I played it his way, and we kissed, then he rubbed my breasts and down my back to my ass. I was wearing a shirt, but no bra, and a pair of shorts. I had removed my bra in the car.

Darrel ran his hands inside my shirt and grabbed my soft double dangs with both hands and rubbed on them. I ran my hand down to his crotch to check out his cock, and from the outside of his pants, I wasn’t impressed. He unbuttoned my shorts, and he ran his hand inside and rubbed across the hair of my pussy, then he took both hands and pulled my shorts and panties off. He placed his hand between my legs and started to finger my pussy. I was already a little wet, but I started getting wetter with anticipation.

I pulled Darrel’s t-shirt off and rubbed his chest. He was muscular, but his skin wasn’t as soft as the first black gay guy I fucked with my husband. I guess all that lotion made a difference. I stepped back and he took my shirt off, and I laid down on the bed. He took off the rest of his clothes, and I glanced at his cock, and he was hard, but what I would only call above average. He was bigger than my husband, and a little thicker, but about 3 inches shorter and not as thick as my first black cock, and no one is as thick as Shorty, which was the second black cock I had.

Darrel laid down on top of me and started kissing on my breasts. I was looking down and contrasting myself with his black skin tone. I realized that I liked black men lying on my white soft skin and against my hairy pussy. I was hoping he would eat my pussy, and he started heading that way. I pulled my knees up as if to invite him to the spot, and if anyone has seen my cunt (as Wendy would say), Darrel found it all too inviting and licked.

Darrel was alright, but my husband was better at eating pussy. Darrel started fingering the shit out of the inside of my pussy hole while licking on my clit. I wanted him to focus more on licking and rubbing my clit. I moved my hand down, and I pushed his hand out of the way, and I started rubbing my clit, and moving his head into my clit. We did this for about 10 minutes, and I got off. He moved back up and kissed my tits then came up and kissed me. I did not kiss him all that enthusiastically, but I wrapped my arm around his back and reached down with my other hand, and I grabbed his cock. It was a nice cock, it was probably a little bigger than 8 inches, which is a nice size cock, but I had fucked bigger, and bigger is what I was wanting.

I guided Darrel’s dick into my pussy, and he pushed on in. It felt good, it had been about 2 months since my husband left, and I was tight. Darrel was pretty good too, we went about 20 minutes, and then he got off. I enjoyed it, and it was nice to feel a cock throbbing in my pussy again. Darrel got up, and I went to the bathroom. I came back and got dressed, and he said, do you not have more time? I said, no, I need to get home. I explained to him again that I was married, and I was just looking for some sex since my husband was gone. It wasn’t a conversation in those few words, but the bottom line is that I did not want Darrel to get the idea that I was going to do this anymore. He was an alright fuck, but I really wanted a bigger cock. I left, and I started trying to figure out how to find the right guy to fuck on the side.

I thought about the best way to meet black guys. I did not want to bar hop in a town near a military base and become some kind of whore and risk my husband finding out. The other problem was that I could not just ask guys to show me their dicks, and then decide if I wanted to fuck them or not. I also wanted to avoid soldiers, I mean, that could get around to my husband too. Since I had so much free time now, I decided to go off post, and I got a part-time job at a mall in a department store.

It was a college town about 20 miles away from the post, so there were plenty of guys to choose from that were not military. I worked there for about a month, and there was a retail shop across from our department store who had a decent-looking black manager. Not to bore you with all the details, but I managed to meet him, and we talked a few times in passing. I would go over to his store during my breaks. His name was Michael, and he was 27, and single, and he could tell I was flirting with him. He finally got up the courage one day and asked me out on a date. I told him I was very interested, but that I could not date him because I was married. He said he had an apartment, and a roommate. He said his roommate worked a second shift, so there was no one there in the evenings. He had to work that day until the mall closed, which was about 10pm, and I got off that day around 6pm. He gave me the address, and I said, I will come by.

I went home, did my usual, and about 9:30pm, I told my kids I was going out for a little while with the military wives, and I left. I really did not know much about Michael such as what kind of car he drove or anything like that. I got there around 9:50pm, and it wasn’t far from the mall. I waited until 10:03pm, and then I went and knocked on his door. He was there, or I thought, because someone started unlocking the door. It was his roommate, and damn, he was about 6 foot 3, black, and he looked good. Michael was only about 6 foot with a nice build, but his roommate was a hunk.

All of the sudden, I wanted Michael’s roommate. I said, hi, I’m Amy, I was supposed to meet Michael, is he here? He said, no, he hasn’t got home yet, I’m Ethan, and he invited me in. I said, Michael told me he had a roommate, but that you worked at night. Ethan said, I do, but I took the night off because I had some business to take care of. I wasn’t wearing my bra, and I was sticking my tits out to blind, and my nipples were hard. Ethan was staring, and I was twisting my hair and undressing him with my eyes. He asked me to sit down. I was wearing flip flops, and I crossed my sexy hot white legs, and I pointed my pretty red toenails, and I was shaking my foot and looking at him with lust in my eyes, then we heard Michael at the door. Michael came in, they fumbled around with why Ethan was there, and then Michael asked me if I wanted something to drink, and I said, yes.

We socialized for about 20 minutes and I barely looked at Michael, and then Michael asked me to his room. We went back, and I started asking about Ethan. Michael said, Ethan has a girlfriend and that she comes over sometimes. So I thought, it is not strange for them to bring dates home. I found out that Ethan worked from 4pm to midnight, and me and Michael made more small talk. We sat on Michael’s bed, and we started kissing. He was rubbing as guys do, and he undressed me, and then himself, but all I was thinking about was Ethan, wondering if he had a big cock, because he was hotter than Michael.

I looked at Michael’s dick, and he was hard and big, I would say 9 inches with average thickness. It too, was not bigger than the first black cock I fucked. He kissed some more on my tits, and he worked his way down across the hair of my pussy into my pussy lips, and he began eating. I closed my eyes, and I just thought of Ethan, I was wondering if Ethan could be enticed into a threesome, but it was too early to suggest that. My hips got to rocking, and Michael was doing a good job of eating my pussy, he was feeling my rhythm and moving his tongue and lips across my clit fast enough that I knew I would get off, and I did. I squeezed my thighs shut around his head as I shook thinking about the black hunk in the other room.

Michael got on top of me, and he started easing his dick into my pussy, and I was little tight (it had been over a month since Darrel), but I was wet, and his dick slid in. He tried to impress me by pushing it as deep as he could, but he did not touch that spot my first black cock touched. I am a hot white soft bodied milf, and Michael was excited, and he had no steady rhythm, which was a sign to me he was trying to hold back. I wasn’t in the mood to be captivated, so I grabbed his ass, rocked my hips, and I made him cum. It felt good, and he shot a load in me, and his cock was throbbing, but I wanted a thick 10 or 11 inches, not an average 9 inches.

Michael rolled over panting, and I said, I am going to bathroom, and he said, okay. I could hear the TV in the living room, so I got up, and I did not even look back at Michael, and I walked butt ass naked out of his bedroom to the bathroom in the hall. Ethan was sitting in a chair that had a view down the hallway, and he got a good look at my tits bouncing and my hairy trim pussy coming up the hall. I went to the bathroom, and I heard someone walk by the door, then I heard them both talking in the living room. I finished my business, and I stepped out of the bathroom and looked toward the living room, and Michael was in shorts and standing as to block Ethan’s view of the hallway and they were talking.

So, I just walked into the living room naked, and I was lightly fanning at my face, and I said, can I get something else to drink? In my mind, I did not want Michael to get the impression I wanted something steady, especially after I saw Ethan. At the same time, I wanted Ethan to want me too. Michael fixed me a drink, and he was all nervous, and he said, maybe you should get dressed in case Ethan’s girlfriend comes by. It was pretty clever, I mean, it makes since, and it established that Ethan already has a girlfriend. Ethan’s girlfriend did not concern me, he could keep her, I just wanted to fuck him, and that was my point. Michael handed me the glass, and I followed his advice. I had been enough of a slut for the night. Michael stayed in the living room and they were talking, probably about me.

I finished dressing in Michael’s room, and then I had an idea, I fumbled around in my purse, and I pulled out my compact. I slid it under Michael’s bed. I came out of the room, and I started toward the entry area, and Michael came over, and I said, well I need to get home, and he went to kiss me, and I just pecked him on the lips, and I was looking at Ethan, and Ethan saw me, and I left. In Part 2, of Amy Tale/s – Looking for a Big Black Cock? You can find out what happens next.

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