The last time Susan had worn this dress was also at the opera, she was with a husband then. Going to the opera in Covent Garden was a regular thing for them. It might of been a “keeping up with the Jones's” sort of thing for him, but Susan always enjoyed the opera, but since the divorce this was the first time she had been.
There are a lot of things that she was now doing for the first time alone, some were simple things like going shopping, some times more complicated like seeing joint old friends but now as a singleton. She had deliberately picked Bizet's Carmen, not only because she loved it of old, but also because she identified with the main character so much, maybe she too was looking for her Escamillo, and great passion before a tragic death. The divorce left her confused and not quite sure where her place in the world was any more.
The dress been a present for her husband and had cost him well over £1,000, the shoes for £600, the handbag was £400. Susan now knew that this was guilty conscience money he had spent, but what did she care now. She had the house, the Mercedes-Benz, and the apartment in Docklands where she was spending that weekend. As she left the opera house she felt a little chilly and pulled her shawl closer around her and decided to call in the Escapologist Wine-bar for a couple more drinks before getting a cab back to Docklands. Susan liked the bar as there is always some pretty cool jazz playing, that night was no exception.
Since they had split up Susan's confidence has started to grow again, and she had no problem in walking up to the bar and ordering a drink. As she waited she became aware that somebody was watching her and turned to see who it was. Standing at the bar next to her was a tall black man, probably in his mid 20s, very smartly dressed and he was simply smiling at her. Susan felt slightly uncomfortable and turned back to look over the bar as she waited for a drink to appear. "I'm sorry maam" he said with a soft American accent. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I was just admiring how beautiful you looked, I know you Brits get uncomfortable with people being direct, but then you just look very hot tonight."
Susan felt herself blushing, while not half her age, he was quite a few years younger, and as much as his comments embarrassed her, Susan also felt incredibly flattered. When the drink eventually came the young man insisted on paying for it.
After the faltering start, conversation came easily and before she knew it Susan had been chatting with him for two hours. She told him about her work, family and the breakup of her marriage. He was a good listener, sympathetic and understanding. At one point Susan became slightly upset recalling finding out about the husbands affair and the young man put his hand on hers to comfort her, and unconsciously she found herself holding his hand as she continued.
Susan felt 25 again, she felt like she was out on a first date again, like it had been, but not for long time. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world that they would leave the bar together, and the young man would hail a taxi for her, which he did. As she climbed into the back of the cab Susan turned and kissed him, and then without another thought she asked him if he would like to come home with her. Again, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to her.
The apartment was small but exquisitely furnished, well it would be, Susan had chosen all the furnishings herself. While the young man fixed a couple of drinks Susan went through to the bedroom and carefully took off her dress and hung it up, she put the shoes back in their box in the wardrobe and her jewellery into her jewellery box. Careful to make sure that she left her lingerie on including her stockings, before loosely wrapping a silk dressing gown around her shoulders before walking back into the sitting room.
The young man stood holding two drinks and taking in the vision that I just walked back into the room. Carefully he placed the drinks down on the side table and walked towards Susan, without a single word he slipped the gown from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He then took a step backwards to look at the present he had just unwrapped. "Damn, ain't you the most beautiful thing I ever did see, shit, your ex-husband must've been some dumbass."
Before that night Susan had never even kissed a black man, let alone gone to bed with one, but all that was about change. She took the young man by the hand and led him into the bedroom, stopping to close the door behind them.
Susan had heard all the stories about black men, but she generally thought that it was folklore, common urban legend, or just plain bullshit. But now as she led the young man towards the bed she began to wonder if the stories that she had heard were the truth. She sat on the bed and the young man stood in front of her, just a few inches away as her hands reached up to undo his belt and the top of his chinos. Slowly she pulled the zip of his trousers down, teasing both herself and young man before slipping his trousers down his strong thighs. She was immediately aware of the size of the bulge in his trunks, but again she moved slowly as she eased his tight trunks down over the rapidly growing bulge. As the waistband moved down it ******* inch after inch of thick black cock. After the first 6 inches Susan had already ******* more penis than her ex-husband had, but every second ******* another inch. Eventually the 10th and final inch came into view and the throbbing cock sprang up to meet Susans opening mouth and extending tongue.
Susan had difficulty in fitting more than the end of his huge cock in her mouth, but she went to work with a will, enjoying this new an altogether different sensation of having a massive black cock in her mouth. As she sucked she was immediately aware of just how wet her pussy had become, and how desperate her need for sex was. It was such a long time that she had had any man other than a husband, and it had been such a long time that she had even been with him. And never in her life has she been with a man who looked and felt like this one and she needed him inside her. The young man was now groaning as her lips, tongue and hands played with his manhood. All of a sudden he pulled back and pulled his shirt off straight over his head, his physique was incredible, perfect. Chiselled pec's and a six pack, thick strong arms and as he removed the rest of his clothes Susan's arousal climbed to a new peak.
After being so docile and passive the young man now began to take control, first he told Susan to take off the rest of the clothes but leave on her stockings. Then next he told a lie back and start to play with her pussy. Susan did this willingly, eagerly, anything to please the black Adonis who was going to fuck her. He stood by the bed watching as she became his slut. Doing anything he asked her to do as he watched, his cock swinging in front of her, hypnotising her with his brutal sexuality. And then finally he instructed her to turn over onto her knees with her head down on the pillow and her still very pert bottom sticking up in the air.
Susan felt the rounded tip of his cock slide up and down her now soaking wet pussy lips before he slid the first solid inch into her. He waited as he felt her cunt muscles start to relax to accommodate him. He knew she would have never felt anything like this before, and he was right. Susan shuddered as she felt him push further into her, before she then felt in him withdraw slightly before again pushing further in until eventually he was buried near balls deep in her willing pussy. The young man then started to fuck Susan, at first gently but with increasing power and speed. It could've been no more than two minutes before Susan had the first powerful orgasm, an orgasm like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life. She was gasping for air, her hands clawing desperately at the sheets and pillows, colours flashed before her eyes as a guttural animal cry escaped her lips.
She spasmed and bucked back against the cock impaling her, forcing it even deeper up against her cervix which triggered the second even stronger orgasm as he continued to relentlessly pound her now gaping pussy. Susan's orgasms now just rolled one into another as she was carried on sensations that she could never ever imagine and until that night. Wave after wave of intense pleasure surged through her body carrying her on the crescendo of ecstasy.
Just as Susan felt that she could not cope with the intense pleasure that she was feeling, the young man had the first of what would turn out to be three mighty orgasms. She felt him begin to tense and then with an almighty groan she felt him flood her pussy with cum. Spurt after spurt flooded into her pussy, but still he kept thrusting in and out causing their mixed juices to foam and froth. Susan eventually fell forward onto the bed exhausted, and as she did there was a loud sucking noise as the young man's huge cock was pulled back out of her now stretched pussy. He too now lay on the bed next to her as they both got their breath back. Susan turned to him and they kissed, gently, like lovers who are easy companions. It seemed to Susan like the most natural thing in the world. Susan knew as she kissed him again that this was a life changing moment. All she needed to do now was ask him what his name was and how soon he could move in.
There are a lot of things that she was now doing for the first time alone, some were simple things like going shopping, some times more complicated like seeing joint old friends but now as a singleton. She had deliberately picked Bizet's Carmen, not only because she loved it of old, but also because she identified with the main character so much, maybe she too was looking for her Escamillo, and great passion before a tragic death. The divorce left her confused and not quite sure where her place in the world was any more.
The dress been a present for her husband and had cost him well over £1,000, the shoes for £600, the handbag was £400. Susan now knew that this was guilty conscience money he had spent, but what did she care now. She had the house, the Mercedes-Benz, and the apartment in Docklands where she was spending that weekend. As she left the opera house she felt a little chilly and pulled her shawl closer around her and decided to call in the Escapologist Wine-bar for a couple more drinks before getting a cab back to Docklands. Susan liked the bar as there is always some pretty cool jazz playing, that night was no exception.
Since they had split up Susan's confidence has started to grow again, and she had no problem in walking up to the bar and ordering a drink. As she waited she became aware that somebody was watching her and turned to see who it was. Standing at the bar next to her was a tall black man, probably in his mid 20s, very smartly dressed and he was simply smiling at her. Susan felt slightly uncomfortable and turned back to look over the bar as she waited for a drink to appear. "I'm sorry maam" he said with a soft American accent. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I was just admiring how beautiful you looked, I know you Brits get uncomfortable with people being direct, but then you just look very hot tonight."
Susan felt herself blushing, while not half her age, he was quite a few years younger, and as much as his comments embarrassed her, Susan also felt incredibly flattered. When the drink eventually came the young man insisted on paying for it.
After the faltering start, conversation came easily and before she knew it Susan had been chatting with him for two hours. She told him about her work, family and the breakup of her marriage. He was a good listener, sympathetic and understanding. At one point Susan became slightly upset recalling finding out about the husbands affair and the young man put his hand on hers to comfort her, and unconsciously she found herself holding his hand as she continued.
Susan felt 25 again, she felt like she was out on a first date again, like it had been, but not for long time. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world that they would leave the bar together, and the young man would hail a taxi for her, which he did. As she climbed into the back of the cab Susan turned and kissed him, and then without another thought she asked him if he would like to come home with her. Again, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to her.
The apartment was small but exquisitely furnished, well it would be, Susan had chosen all the furnishings herself. While the young man fixed a couple of drinks Susan went through to the bedroom and carefully took off her dress and hung it up, she put the shoes back in their box in the wardrobe and her jewellery into her jewellery box. Careful to make sure that she left her lingerie on including her stockings, before loosely wrapping a silk dressing gown around her shoulders before walking back into the sitting room.
The young man stood holding two drinks and taking in the vision that I just walked back into the room. Carefully he placed the drinks down on the side table and walked towards Susan, without a single word he slipped the gown from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He then took a step backwards to look at the present he had just unwrapped. "Damn, ain't you the most beautiful thing I ever did see, shit, your ex-husband must've been some dumbass."
Before that night Susan had never even kissed a black man, let alone gone to bed with one, but all that was about change. She took the young man by the hand and led him into the bedroom, stopping to close the door behind them.
Susan had heard all the stories about black men, but she generally thought that it was folklore, common urban legend, or just plain bullshit. But now as she led the young man towards the bed she began to wonder if the stories that she had heard were the truth. She sat on the bed and the young man stood in front of her, just a few inches away as her hands reached up to undo his belt and the top of his chinos. Slowly she pulled the zip of his trousers down, teasing both herself and young man before slipping his trousers down his strong thighs. She was immediately aware of the size of the bulge in his trunks, but again she moved slowly as she eased his tight trunks down over the rapidly growing bulge. As the waistband moved down it ******* inch after inch of thick black cock. After the first 6 inches Susan had already ******* more penis than her ex-husband had, but every second ******* another inch. Eventually the 10th and final inch came into view and the throbbing cock sprang up to meet Susans opening mouth and extending tongue.
Susan had difficulty in fitting more than the end of his huge cock in her mouth, but she went to work with a will, enjoying this new an altogether different sensation of having a massive black cock in her mouth. As she sucked she was immediately aware of just how wet her pussy had become, and how desperate her need for sex was. It was such a long time that she had had any man other than a husband, and it had been such a long time that she had even been with him. And never in her life has she been with a man who looked and felt like this one and she needed him inside her. The young man was now groaning as her lips, tongue and hands played with his manhood. All of a sudden he pulled back and pulled his shirt off straight over his head, his physique was incredible, perfect. Chiselled pec's and a six pack, thick strong arms and as he removed the rest of his clothes Susan's arousal climbed to a new peak.
After being so docile and passive the young man now began to take control, first he told Susan to take off the rest of the clothes but leave on her stockings. Then next he told a lie back and start to play with her pussy. Susan did this willingly, eagerly, anything to please the black Adonis who was going to fuck her. He stood by the bed watching as she became his slut. Doing anything he asked her to do as he watched, his cock swinging in front of her, hypnotising her with his brutal sexuality. And then finally he instructed her to turn over onto her knees with her head down on the pillow and her still very pert bottom sticking up in the air.
Susan felt the rounded tip of his cock slide up and down her now soaking wet pussy lips before he slid the first solid inch into her. He waited as he felt her cunt muscles start to relax to accommodate him. He knew she would have never felt anything like this before, and he was right. Susan shuddered as she felt him push further into her, before she then felt in him withdraw slightly before again pushing further in until eventually he was buried near balls deep in her willing pussy. The young man then started to fuck Susan, at first gently but with increasing power and speed. It could've been no more than two minutes before Susan had the first powerful orgasm, an orgasm like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life. She was gasping for air, her hands clawing desperately at the sheets and pillows, colours flashed before her eyes as a guttural animal cry escaped her lips.
She spasmed and bucked back against the cock impaling her, forcing it even deeper up against her cervix which triggered the second even stronger orgasm as he continued to relentlessly pound her now gaping pussy. Susan's orgasms now just rolled one into another as she was carried on sensations that she could never ever imagine and until that night. Wave after wave of intense pleasure surged through her body carrying her on the crescendo of ecstasy.
Just as Susan felt that she could not cope with the intense pleasure that she was feeling, the young man had the first of what would turn out to be three mighty orgasms. She felt him begin to tense and then with an almighty groan she felt him flood her pussy with cum. Spurt after spurt flooded into her pussy, but still he kept thrusting in and out causing their mixed juices to foam and froth. Susan eventually fell forward onto the bed exhausted, and as she did there was a loud sucking noise as the young man's huge cock was pulled back out of her now stretched pussy. He too now lay on the bed next to her as they both got their breath back. Susan turned to him and they kissed, gently, like lovers who are easy companions. It seemed to Susan like the most natural thing in the world. Susan knew as she kissed him again that this was a life changing moment. All she needed to do now was ask him what his name was and how soon he could move in.
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