I,18 black female, had sex with my 37 white male neighbor, but he’s hiding his daughter from me!

Ok, so I know a lot of people on the internet say “true story” and it’s not true, but this one is real, and is still ongoing. It’s long, but worth it.

I’ve always been a little weird. Ever since I was 11 or 12, I really liked the idea of an older guy (but not too old, typically between 30 and 50 years old) quite literally owning me, sexually. Which is embarrassing for me to admit as a black girl, because of the obvious implications of that.

I’ve always been quite tall but slender, never in my life weighing more than 120 lbs, always been a B cup, always had super long and slim legs. I’ve got big ol’ brown eyes, a nose that’s pretty small for a black girl, and lips that are considered small for a black person but full for a white person, if ya catch my drift. I’m sort of on the cusp of “lighter skinned,” I’m not the pale mixed type, more like Tyla or something. Actually, I might put a picture of my body underneath this story for imagery lol. So, naturally, I sort of used my looks for everything as I started to get older, especially my eyes- I got really good at feigning innocence.

When I was 17, I really started partying and drinking alcohol, smoking weed that type of stuff. But I was still a virgin up until the DAY before I turned 18. A week prior, I graduated high school. I wanted to just go out and party all night, but I ran into a problem- I didn’t have any alcohol. So my girl friend and I walk on over to my local gas station, and we, like every teenager ever, start begging people to buy me alcohol.

Basically everyone says no, and we begin to accept our sober fate. Until, I lock eyes with this man who lived across the street from the gas station, a man I had never seen before despite living here my whole life. I whisper to my friend, telling her to ask him because I asked the last guy and it’s only fair. He watched me whisper to her, she whispers back and says no, and this whole exchange he’s quite literally stopped getting out of his car, watching us whisper while staring at him.

In hindsight, I sort of think he thought we were trying to ask him out or something, because he happened to be shirtless, maybe coming from the gym or something, and is pretty attractive. He’s around 6’ or 6’1”, charming blue eyes, not super outlandishly muscular which I find more attractive that looking like the Rock lol, with a sexy reddish brown stubble going on. Alas, I finally yell out across the street, “Excuse me sir! Could you do us a favor?” I bat my eyelashes as usual, bent over a little so he could see whatever cleavage I had in that tiny little yellow dress I was wearing (which that very morning had been covered under my high school graduation gown).

So I ask him- let’s call him “Sam”- to buy us a bottle. At first, he says “I’m sorry, I can’t.” Then I tell him I just graduated that morning and just wanted to celebrate a little bit, and that I actually live down the street. I’m not sure exactly what about that changed his mind, whether it was the idea that I’m possibly freshly 18, or that I was his neighbor which means I’m not a cop. Either way, he goes into the store, buys us a bottle on his tab, and we thank him and part ways.

I thought this was the end of our encounter, until a few days later that week. My friend was throwing a grad party and asked if I could bring her alcohol. I told her I’d try my best, and trekked on over to the handy dandy gas station. Again, I tried asking a few people to buy me a bottle, and they all said no. I again began to give up, when I just so happened to see my knight in shining armor, Sam, on his way to the gas station. My personal hypothesis is that he saw me out of his window or something, knew what I was up to, and came out. Not my business tho!

I politely wave as he goes into the gas station, and then I sit at the curb- defeated. I didn’t want to ask him again so soon, I thought he’d for sure say no. But when he comes back out of the gas station, he asks- “how was the bottle?” And I tell him it was good, but strong. “You girls have a good night?” He asked. “Yes sir, thank you,” I replied. Then he looks like he hesitated for just a second, before leaning closer, and saying- “if you guys need any help again, let me know.”

Bingo! I told him, “well, I’m in luck. I happen to be cruising right now to get a bottle for a party!” I saw his eyes light up, and he told me he had to run some errands first, but he’d give me his phone number so we can meet up later to exchange the bottle. It was at that moment, I knew. I took his number, and was practically skipping on my way home.

I later text him, asking him to meet up around 5 to exchange goods, and he bought me two bottles of my favorite liquor on his tab. When we met, I could see him hungrily eyeing me, eye-fucking me. I pretended to not notice, again leaning into my own awkward innocent charm. I was wearing my favorite shorts, these tight little size 0 jean shorts that showed off my waistline, my long slim legs, and the nice shape of my ass. I had a cute little crop top on, with no bra. On purpose of course. We parted ways, but he asked me to send him pictures of me and my friends at the party so he knew we were sharing the bottle at the party, not just some teenage alcoholics lol.

But before I made it to the party, him and his chatted over text. It wasn’t sexual at first, I just thanked him for the bottle and asked him what he did for work and stuff. But eventually he asked me how old I was. I may or may not have lied. I told him I was 18- but it wasn’t that much of a lie. I WOULD turn 18. A week and a half later. So of course, he makes a move, saying he was glad I was 18, because at least it was legal for him to call me hot lol. I told him I thought he was hot too, and asked him how old he was. He fibbed, told me he was 33. I eventually found out after stalking him on the internet a couple of weeks ago that he was actually 37 LOL.

Anyway, things escalated, and we ended up setting a date to meet each other, even after I told him I was a virgin. So, that night comes, and I am just shaved completely bald all over, used the best perfume and lotions and oils I had, and wore my cutest bra and panties under a sweatshirt and shorts. I sneak out of my house around 9pm, and walk to his. When I first came inside, it was really chill.

We both knew what I was there for- I wanted to lose my virginity, and I hadn’t even kissed a guy before. The boys in my high school were just that: boys. Those little white boys knew they couldn’t handle me, and I suppose they were right. I needed a man to own me, touch me, to fill me, to please me.

I was unbelievably nervous when I came inside, quiet as a mouse. He laughed, seeing how nervous I was, but eyed and practically sweating, and he poured me a glass of wine. We stood in his kitchen for a moment, sipping wine while he made popcorn, listening to music and just talking. Eventually though, he asks if we should move to the bedroom. I gulped, and followed him, cause we all know what happens in the bedroom. In fact, he tried to kiss me in the kitchen, but I was so shocked and scared I didn’t go for it at all lol, and he backed up and laughed it off again.

When we got to his bed, he laid down, turning on the tv while I sat upright on the edge. He kept looking over at me and laughing, probably because I was so bold previously, and now turned into a ghost on his sheets. He gently put his hand on me, and asked me to lay on him. I did, but as awkwardly as possible. He had reassured me the whole time leading up to, and in that moment, that I didn’t have to do ANYTHING, and that we could just hang out and he’d be happy. But I knew what he really wanted- and I knew what I really wanted. He asks to kiss me, I tell him I don’t know how, so he asks if I’d like to learn. I nod.

At first, I was too scared to get into it and kept my eyes wide open and my mouth completely still, as he just moved his lips all over me. I lean back, laugh, apologize, and try again. I start kissing him back, but for some reason my eyes were still open. I felt his hands travel up and town my body, particularly slowing around my breasts and my crotch. Eventually I pull back and say, “Can you tell I wasn’t wearing a shirt?” He looks at me, chuckles, and says “what am I feeling underneath your sweatshirt then?” “My bra.” I look at him. I bat my eyelashes. “Wanna see it?” Of course, he does, so I take off my hoodie. He compliments the girlies and started to feel me up.

Like I said, I’ve always wanted a man to just put his hands on me and grope me up, idk. So, of course, breaking this touch barrier rid me of my nervousness. Feeling his big hands on my body was exactly what I needed, and it felt amazing. I moan, and start to breathe a little heavier, arching my body towards his, trying to get closer. We started making out as he does this, and I’m whimpering into his mouth for more. I feel his other hand travel to my clothed crotch, which had been insanely wet since the moment I knocked on his door that night. He begins to rub me through my shorts, and I start tilting my hips to fit more of myself into his hand. He breaks our kiss to pull my tit out of my bra to tease my hard nipples.

I think he made a comment on how erect my puffy dark brown peaks stood, before he puts one in his mouth. I moan loudly, as he continues feeling up my pussy through my shorts, while I bucked into his hand. That moment was completely blissful. I finally mustered out a sentence- “can you feel how wet I am right now?” He shakes his head. “Go on.” I gave him the OK. He slips his hand in between my shorts and my panties, and rubs his fingers on the outside of my panties. His eyes widened a little feeling my soaked panties, and asks if he can take everything off. I nodded. He pulls down my shorts and panties, and finally see’s my glistening bare innie.

The funny thing about my pussy, as a black girl, is that it’s pink for the most part. It’s slightly darker around the base of my clit and stuff, but overall it’s pink. It’s a different shade, I think, than white girl pink, but every other black girl that I know has a brown/black pussy, which I still think is beautiful. Anyway, I think he wasn’t expecting it to be a pink innie, because I saw him almost double take. “You’re beautiful,” he gushed, and leaned in to kiss me again while rubbing me. I moan into him, and it feels so amazing. Then he leans back, has a mischievous look. He begins to pull me by my thighs to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” I ask.

He sits his legs in between my thighs, kissing them. “Watch this,” he said, while taking off his shirt and grinning. I’m confused till he buries his head right into my pussy! I mean, and he goes ham. My hips begin to arch, my slender calves thrown around his neck. I rub my toes along his back, moaning and gasping for air. I can hear him slurping and lapping and just going at it, and he was absolutely amazing at it. I throw my hands into his hair, gently tugging, even humping at his face while he ate. It was the best thing, especially because he seemed to be really enjoying it. He takes a second, while massaging my thighs and kissing them, staring at my pussy and like doing what I could only describe as ticking it? Lol. He says, “prettiest I’ve ever seen.” While using his thumb to slowly circle my clit, which made my hips go wild.

He dives back in, and about a minute later I cum, uncontrollably rubbing myself on his face as I orgasmed. I moaned and moaned and he kept going as I was riding through it till I finally place my hand on him, and say, out of breath, “Ok. That was amazing.” He grinned, bottom half of his face wet. He finally takes off his shorts and boxers and hops back on the bed. I grab his chin and just kiss him, trying to taste both myself and him. Without him asking, I make my way down to his dick to give him head, but he stops me. He asked me to get on him to ride him, but I didn’t have any lube, and unfortunately- even though I was really wet, it didn’t fit past the tip.

He tried eating me again a little and then put me on my back to stick it in, but I was still too tight. I don’t really ever finger myself, or use tampons, so my pussy was like the ultimate virgin tight. I felt bad that it didn’t fit, and promised we’d do it again soon with lube. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to get off. I kiss him, and make my descent down to his dick. It was completely erect, and even though I was a virgin, I knew it was pretty fucking big, at least 6 inches. I tell him I’d never sucked dick before, and he’s have to teach me.

Based on any sort of porn I’ve seen in my entire life- and of course I did extra research before coming over- I started by just licking it and then licking around the tip. I went down to his balls for a second, taking them both into my mouth and sucking them before going back to his shaft. I swirled my tongue around the head a couple of times which I was pretty sure I was supposed to do, slowed my tongue around the frenulum (think I read that somewhere lol), then sealed my lips like a vacuum to go down. I saw him throw his head back and groan which I really enjoyed, because it showed me what I did well and not so well.

From this, I learned he enjoyed when I would suck and then blow like air while keeping my lips wrapped tight around him of course, he liked when I but my index finger and thumb around my lips to make the seal extra tight, and he liked when I toyed with his head/tip and frenulum. I loved hearing him make noises in pleasure, closing his eyes and trying to not thrust too hard into me or push my head down too roughly. I loved when he tried to not buck his hips into my face, and I loved when he came. I swallowed everything, just like I read on the internet lol. We ended up kissing and cuddling for hours after, and just talking to each other.

Eventually, it was the wee hours, and I had to sneak back to my house. We kissed goodbye, and promised to see each other soon. That night will be engrained into my memory forever. We are still seeing each other at the moment… do you guys want to hear more of our adventures, and how I found out he’s secretly a father? I know for sure he is not married because of public documents, but I’m not sure if he has a girlfriend. But from stalking him, it doesn’t really look like it? Idk lol. But I don’t want to let him go, I love my white boy. I also have some other stories of more sexual experiences that came following that night, involving one other guy and a girl- not sure if I’ll write about those yet. But there’s that I guess. Again, I’m 18 now, but this did happen the exact NIGHT before my birthday. And this was all just like a month ago lol.

Attached some pictures of me for fun lol.