Playing her messages as she arrived home Sally was floored to hear the British accented baritone of Alvin. It had been a year since her trip to Denver when she encountered him at the hotel spa. Alvin was a masseur with a magnetic sexuality that drew her in and had her doing and feeling things she never thought possible. Their whole relationship lasted two hours, fewer than a couple of dozen words were spoken, and yet it was one of the most intimate times of her life. She had given herself over to him as she had never done with another man.
Thinking about it made her heart race. He said he was in NY for a few days on his way to a family function in Kenya and would she like to get together for lunch or dinner. She knew a meal and conversation was way down on the list of things he was interested in.
She was in a different situation than last year; now engaged to be married whether or not to see him created a moral dilemma. Deciding to sleep on it she attempted to put him out of her mind; it was impossible. Waking up every few hours it wasn’t until she masturbated that she was able to get some rest. On awakening, she once again began to ruminate on every aspect of what seeing him meant.
Having dated black men in the past she had no problem with that although it was something she could never discuss with her family; bringing a black man into their home was out of the question. Well-meaning and decent her parents harbored strong racist feelings and viewed race-mixing as degenerate, if not downright evil. In her mind that made it all the more alluring. Sensing no harm would come of it and putting her upcoming marriage in a mental lockbox she returned his call. Lunch was set for noon at his hotel.
Coming out of the shower what to wear was her next consideration. Sexy underwear or no underwear? Deciding on sexy she rummaged through her wardrobe and selected just the right set, black and lacy. A short skirt, see-through blouse, come fuck me heels and she was all set. Admiring herself in the mirror she knew he’d be pleased. Tall, slender with strawberry blonde hair and ivory white skin she was a sexy wholesome package that turned heads.
Arriving at Alvin’s hotel, it was a short walk from her apartment, she was shocked to see him and another, younger black man sitting at a window table. They rose as she approached and giving Alvin a perfunctory peck on the cheek she was introduced to Jimmy, his nephew. What was she getting herself into? She had little doubt that whatever Alvin had in mind for her Jimmy was going to be part of it. Lunch was a bit of a blur and when Alvin suggested they go up to his room for a celebratory bon voyage drink it was decision time. In a voice cracking with anxiety, she agreed it was a great idea.
Alvin had the champagne poured when she walked out of the bathroom. A quick toast and Alvin put his glass down and started unbuttoning her blouse, her heart was pounding out of her chest. She finished what he started and tossed it to the floor. Putting his arms around her he began fidgeting with her skirt which was soon around her ankles, she kicked it aside. Commenting on how beautiful she looked he nodded to Jimmy who removed her bra and panties. She looked great, the nipples on her small breasts were perfectly erect and her almost transparent red pubes offered a tantalizing view of her genitals.
God she loved being naked and desired. Alvin pulled her over to his lap and began kissing her and moving his big hands up and down her body, he paid special attention to her breasts, painfully squeezing her nipples. Now all in she reciprocated with passionate kisses as she moved her hand to his open fly. Jimmy was now naked and stroking himself as he gazed on this white goddess. Alvin whispered in Sally’s ear that his nephew had never been with a white woman. Taking that as more than a hint she rose and began playing with his rock-hard dick.
Slipping to her knees she took as much of it as she could in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, young blood Jimmy came with an enormous load that she couldn’t swallow, his cum dripped from her chin and onto her breasts. Alvin, now naked, rose for the still kneeling Sally to suck the cock she so enjoyed the year before. Moving her onto the bed he entered her from behind and gave her another unforgettable pounding. Her orgasm was accompanied by a large spray and much vocalization; they could have heard her in the lobby.
Spent, for the time being, they all three lay on the bed laughing and talking dirty. When the room service guy came with more champagne Alvin had Sally answer the door and let him in. She always enjoyed doing things like that. Men loved seeing her naked and she loved being seen by appreciative men. The room service guy might have appreciated her but the two guys under the blanket was another story.
Before long young blood and the big man were stirring and looking for more, she was a willing giver. Turning over so Jimmy could enter her from behind her still wet pussy had no problem accommodating his big dick. A gentle lover, his deep, slow penetration had her moaning with pleasure. Tired of just watching Alvin moved over giving Sally access to his erect dick; she sucked it with gusto. Coming and coming some more they all disengaged and settled back for more dirty talk.
Sensing they were done with her Sally got up to shower. On her return, Alvin had a camera and said he wanted his Kenyan friends to see how beautiful American women were. Sally posed for several shots; Alvin paying special attention to her genitals. His real motive, she thought, was to show his Keynan friends what an American slut looked like. As for her, she was completely sated, multiple orgasms and the dirty pleasure of sucking cock left her libido wanting for nothing. More than that though was the unspeakable pleasure of doing what she had always been told is taboo. White women, unless they were sluts, didn’t fuck black guys. Happy to be a dirty slut she dressed and kissed the boys goodbye.