First a little about my background. I am Jewish, active in my temple and volunteer for various community organizations. I am married. He’s a good man. Yet there is no passion left in our marriage.
Our temple runs a summer camp, where black youths from the city come to experience the wide-open country. Good kids. They just need a break from the city. For the last ten years, I have managed the program that hosts inner-city children, working with an inner-city organization.
Michael has been my counterpart in the black youth program. A strong man, attractive in his mid-fifties. He is also married. Yet, I have had no sexual desires for Michael.
In the last four years, I have had two affairs to try and satisfy my sexual needs. Both men are from the temple. These affairs are stories for another time. The secret passion is exciting yet it’s still vanilla sex. And then there is the guilt. Heck, I am Jewish. I feel guilt at hurting their wives, one who I work with often. Yet, every month comes around and I need my secret passion.
I digress.
A year before the pandemic (funny how we mark time using the pandemic), I was working with Michael at the camp. I’ve been alone with him many times in the past. I trust him.
We were getting the camp ready for the youth camp. All the other volunteers had left. I was in one of the cabins and asked Michael if he could help me with a heavy box. He came into the cabin, and I sensed there was a difference with him—just a feeling. He moved the box and while I straightened one of the bunks, I felt him close behind me. Too close. I froze. What was he doing? His hand stroked my hair. My brain was sending warning messages, yet I could not move. Or didn’t want to move. He moved his arm around my neck, firm but not overly tight.
He whispered that he knew I needed him. In a low deep voice, he said, “Admit it, you need my black cock!”
I felt his hot breath on my neck. His other hand wrapped around reaching for my breasts. Squeezing one, he whispered, “Mmmm, soft little Jewish breasts.”
My nipples were hardening. He felts them. My body gave me away. He said, “Yea gurl, I knew you want this.”
Was this really happening? What did I say or do to encourage him, to lead him on?
He removed my blouse and bra. They fell to the floor. His strong hand squeezed my breasts, while the other hand released my neck and ran down to my jeans. I realized my eyes were closed. I opened them and saw his dark black hands touching, squeezing, caressing my white skin. What a powerful image.
He felt my inner thighs and pussy through my jeans. I am wet. Very wet. My body was already submitting to this man. He squeezed and grabbed my pussy. I moaned. That was all the signal he needed. I was soon naked. Still standing with my back to him. At this point, I haven’t seen his body or face. He turned me and stepped back. His face was strong. Not like the man I have known and trusted for many years. He didn’t smile. For a moment, I realized I could run past him, yet there was no one in the camp. He reached for me, putting pressure on my shoulder, guiding me onto my knees.
He undressed, and I felt a deep hunger. I felt a strong need. In a weak and soft voice, I said,” I need you, Michael.”
Gazing at his muscular body, it was his cock that got my attention. Michael’s cock was thick and long. His balls were large and full. He was uncut. I never saw a real uncut cock before. He was semi-hard, so I could only imagine how large he was when fully erect. I have seen photos of naked black men, but it is different when one is only inches away.
My only thought now was how I wanted to taste his cock. I looked up at this magnificent man. He looked like Adonis. He looked like a lion.
I asked him, “Sir, may I …”
He snapped at me, “May I what … slut”.
In a meek voice, I said “May I suck on your… sir”.
Michael was getting angry. I have never seen him angry. He growled, “Say what you need slut.”
I tried to be confident, “May I suck on your cock, sir?”
Michael, a little more relaxed said, “That is better slut. You may suck my black cock.”
He pulled my hair and then pressed the back of my head and I was soon licking and suckling his large cock. I was lost. I was living an out-of-body experience: licking it up and down, licking over the largest cockhead that I had ever seen. He pushed my head firmly and I struggled to take him in my mouth.
My husband is a healthy seven inches, and the other men from the temple are similar. Michael was easily twice as thick. I fought off the gag, yet I gagged. Michael seemed to get stronger while I suffered. He tilted my head to make it easier to take him deeper. It would take many times with Michael before I was able to finally take his size. Yet now, in the dark cabin, I felt like a virgin.
Michael had me focus on his cock head. He had me squeeze his large hard balls. I felt them tighten.
His breathing was hard. He moaned loudly and said, “Take all and my black slut!”
Then Michael moaned very loud and his cum poured into my mouth. He wouldn’t release me. I was choking on his massive cock trying to swallow his incredible volume of cum. I relaxed and swallowed multiple times. His cum tasted stronger than my husband’s. Thicker as well. The men I have given oral pleasure never came in such volume. Yet it was overwhelming. I licked him clean, and he was still hard. Husband only has stamina for one release, yet Michael was just getting started.
I looked up at this man and said, “Thank you, Sir.”
His face returned to the Michael I know. He smiled as guided me gently to one of the cabin beds and laid me down. I knew what was to come, although I was a little fearful of his size. I welcomed his hard thick black cock into my pussy.
Afterwards, he held me and kissed me.
He told me that black men, a few very astute alphas like me, will know I have been with black.
He said, “It will be hard to resist their advances, and you won’t.”
I was his slut now.
