First person account of a female white insurance claim investigator. I have to travel about ten days a month to process insurance claims and sometimes meet black men to fulfil my interracial sexual fantasies. On a recent flight from Orlando to Dallas, I took a window seat and was resigned to spending the hour in reading a book. Suddenly two large black men walked past the aisle, eyed my exposed knees and decided to occupy the adjoining seats. Both of the men were very black, around 6'2" and well built. The fatter one brushed me with his strong arm as he heaved himself in the seat next to me. I noticed his large black hand curl around the armrest with fascination. He exuded an odour that was a mix of male sweat and a cheap after-shave lotion. I looked sideways and noticed that he had a smooth skin and a clean-shaven head. Our eyes met and he looked appreciatively at white skirt riding high above my exposed white knees. Nervously I crossed my legs and felt my pussy moistening as I noticed the bulge on his chino pants. My heart jumped as I caught him looking wistfully at my exposed white thighs. There was sexual hunger in his eyes and he knew that I knew it too. His companion was darker with a purple black skin. He was younger, may be in his twenties, and his long curly hair glistened with aromatic pomade. I saw his eager black eyes also looking in my direction and he whispered something into his friend's ear. They both smiled conspiratorially and looked in my direction. My heart beat faster as I sensed that the two black men were talking about me and enjoying the sight of my exposed white legs. At 46, I still have a 35C-23-36 figure and my long shapely legs and tight round ass can still turn men's heads. Quite often, I have noticed black men looking at me appreciatively as I have a very pale complexion, grey eyes, waist length auburn hair (which I wear up at work). In recent times, I find myself dressing for black men any my heart jumps when I watch them looking at my exposed white flesh. This time, however, I felt overwhelmed by the big black man next to me. I tried to hide my nervousness by flashing a smile at the big black next to me. He probably sensed my uneasiness and smiled, "Are you from Dallas?" "No," I replied, "I will be going there for a few days on business". "What kind of business would a pretty lady like you be doing in Dallas?" I found him trying to be overly familiar and decided to act a little remote. "Well, I'm in the insurance business," I replied a little stiffly, "I'm going to be in Dallas for a couple of days in order to act on some insurance claims." "I'm Joe", said my neighbour, "And this is Yusuf. We both live in Dallas and are in the used car business. We also have a lot to do with insurance claims on damaged vehicles." Both laughed heartily. "I'm Peggy," I answered briefly. Not wanting to know anything further about their nature of insurance claims, I added, "I mainly handle housing claims." "Well, well", said Joe, "Where will you be staying in Dallas?" I did not want to give them more details but the words came out of my mouth, "At the downtown Sheraton." Joe got very talkative and mentioned that my hotel was on their way and that they could drop me to the hotel. I would have preferred to check in discretely in my hotel instead of being accompanied by two blacks as the bellboys in the hotel knew me well. On the other hand, I was enjoying Joe's attentions. I politely demurred, Joe persisted and I finally gave in. Yusuf's eyes lighted up and Joe looked satisfied with himself. I had a hard problem trying to maintain an appearance of self-control. The black men were probably congratulating themselves in convincing a classy white woman to accept their offer. Yet, I was equally excited at the prospect of spending some more time with these two blacks, about whom I knew very little. Their style of talk and manner of dressing clearly showed that they were from the black ghetto of Dallas. Furthermore, their eagerness showed that they had had few opportunities of consorting with white women. The intense stare from Joe's dark eyes made me shiver and I felt my nipples harden against my cotton blouse. As my nipples became more and more aroused I suddenly realized that I had not worn a bra. Joe noticed and his trance like stare seemed as if it would burn a hole through my blouse. His easy smile and knowing look caused my hot pussy to make a large damp spot in my white panties. "Ms Peggy," said Joe, "You look so tense. Don't say that you're afraid of us black men?" I could not tell him that it was excitement, not fear, which was causing me to be so tense. I have always had a penchant for black men and get excited when I am close to a black man. Now I was getting so turned on that my throat was dry. Just the thought of seeing this black male hulk naked on a white bedsheet was turning me on. I am one of those white woman whose fetish happens to be interracial sex and the sheer contrast between black and white skins drives me wild. I knew that I was coming under the spell of this virile black man sitting confidently next to me. As my internal furnace neared a melt down, I became very quiet. I was very embarrassed as my body was betraying my desire and tried to speak calmly to defuse the increasing tense situation. "Why should I be afraid of black men?" I answered in a provocative manner. "Cos you got some bad-ass niggers, who just wanna to fuck white women", answered Joe, "Least that's what a lot of white women think about us black men." I winced at the choice of his language but politely said, "What's the difference between black or white men? You've got good ones and bad ones." Joe laughed heartily. He turned to Yusuf and repeated my question to him. Both laughed again. "Miss Peggy, lemme tell you that there's one big difference between black and white men? Would you like to know?" "Yes," I answered innocently, fully knowing what was going to come next. "It's a question about the size of their dicks," he said. "Dicks?" I asked, pretending not to understand. "Dicks, like cocks, the things that we men have between our legs," he said, pointing to the bulge in his trousers, "We blacks have bigger ones." "That's what they always say," I replied doubtfully but my heart was thumping. I wanted to hear more about what black men had to say about their penises. "Try us," said Joe, "We've got bigger ones." "Thank you," I replied primly, "I am happily married since twenty years. Besides Bill and I have a satisfactory sexual life. The sex books say that the size of a penis is not important for the sexual satisfaction of a woman." "I don't care what the books say," said Joe, "I've an 8 inch dick and I'm sure that you're curious to see what how a black dick looks like when it is hard." "You are rather self-confident," I replied, "Why should I be curious?" "I can tell," replied Joe confidently, "All white women want to know if blacks have bigger ones. Your honky men can put us down elsewhere but they can't match us down there." He pointed to his crotch and moved his hips upwards. "Look", I remonstrated, "I'd rather change the subject because I'm a married women and do not like to talk about sex with strangers." Yet, the thought of these two black men boasting of their 8" dicks tantalised me. Images of thick black uncut penises floated in my mind. The thought was driving me crazy. One part of me wanted to connect with them. Yet, the other part revolted at the thought that a white woman of my standing should be consorting with such crude blacks. "I'm sorry," said Joe, "Seeing that you're going to be alone this evening in Dallas, could we invite you for dinner? Nothing fancy but at least you won't be alone." My mind was in a battle. Going out with two unknown blacks in another town was risky especially as I had a billfold with money and all my credit cards. On the other hand, I had nothing better to do and the two did not exactly look like rapists fresh out of a jail. "OK," I said, "But it better be an early evening as I'm pretty pooped. I could check in at the hotel and then we could continue and have a quick bite. But I would like to be in bed by 10 p.m." The two seemed to agree but I could see that this way not exactly what they had in mind. They then had a discussion about the best place to go for a meal. >From time to time, Joe consulted with me. Finally, we agreed that we would eat some real soul food in a club where I would see a part of Dallas never seen before. I requested that I check in my hotel and change into something more appropriate for the evening. After landing, we collected our baggage and I moved ahead to hail a cab. The driver was loading my suitcase in his hold when Joe and Yusuf appeared. Without a word, they dumped their brief cases in the hold. "Are you with these two gentlemen?" asked the driver doubtfully, hoping that I would answer in the negative. "Mister," said Joe, "She is with us and we are first going to the downtown Sheraton". The taxi driver looked at me pleadingly as he did not approve of the sight of a classy white woman accompanied by two black men. I felt helpless and just shrugged my shoulders. Once in the taxi, Joe pushed me in the center while Yusuf got in from the other side. I felt overpowered between these two big blacks with their mixed odour of male sweat and cheap after-shave lotion. Joe put his arm possessively around me. I had mixed emotions. On one hand, I was repulsed that a black man was taking such liberties with me in front of another white man. On the other hand, I felt a streak of excitement as I saw his hand, the black skin contrasting against my white dress. "Joe," I remonstrated gently, "Please remember that I'm married and we're just going out for dinner together." "Missus Peggy," he laughed, " please forgive me if I did take some liberties but it is not every day that we find ourselves together with a pretty white woman". "I do not do this sort of thing normally," I said tartly, "Not even with white men. This is the first time that I'm going out with two men." "Why don't you say 'two black men', Missus Peggy?" asked Joe. "Black or white, it makes no difference to me," I said unconvincingly. The two men laughed at my obvious insincerity. Joe pointed to Yusuf and said, "Look what you're doing to Yusuf." "What am I doing?" I asked. Joe laughed and looked conspiratorially at Yusuf. "He's all excited as he has never been so close to a white woman." "How do you know?" I asked although I was aware that this would elicit a crude reply. "He's got a hard-on", Joe said. I looked at his crotch and realised that there was a recognisable bulge. "Gentlemen," I announced primly, "I'm not used to this kind of talk and would prefer not to come with you if you insist on talking in this manner to me." The two men looked alarmed and Yusuf said apologetically, "Missus Peggy, please forgive us for talking like this but we meant no harm. We know that you are a respectable white women but you are also a beautiful woman and we want to be friends with you." I tried to look mollified and flashed a smile. "Yusuf," I said, "I'm sure that we will get along well but I'm having second thoughts about this evening. It seems that both of you are getting so excited about being with a white woman that you're putting sex ahead of respect." "Give us a chance," said Joe, "You promised that you'll be coming and now you're backing out. Is it because we are just simple black men?" "Joe, I've nothing against black men," I said, "We have a number of black men working for us and I get along well with them. All I want is that you respect me as you would respect your mother." The men looked doubtfully at each other and nodded grimly. I sensed that they were willing to make all the compromises needed to get me to go along with them. Yet, beneath this charade there was no doubting that the two blacks were in an intense state of excitement with me in close contact between both of them. The rest of the cab trip was spent in talking about the club, where we were going to have our dinner. "We'll wait in the cab while you check in," said Joe when the cab stopped in front of my hotel. I left with my luggage and toyed with the idea of going to my room and then telephoning the bellhop to tell them that I would not going out with them since I had a headache. Yet, I thought about it and felt that they might make a scene in the front office. Let me get over it, I thought. There is no harm in going out for dinner with two black men. Yet, at the back of my mind, there were images of the two blacks having sex with a white woman. In the room, I changed into a short white cocktail dress and put on a fresh pair of panties. My mind was telling me that this was crazy. Me, a married woman going out with two blacks but the two had stirred something in me. I was caught between excitement and fear but the sexual excitement was winning. The men looked surprised when they saw me in my short white cocktail dress. The drive to the club took an eternity and I sensed that Joe and Yusuf were becoming more emboldened. They knew that I had crossed the Rubicon and they had me in their hold now. "You won't be sorry that you are coming with us," Joe murmured into my ears, "We'll show you Dallas, my little white doll, as nobody else has shown it to you:" My instincts were telling me to politely brush his possessive hand off my shoulder. Yet, this hulk of a black man was actually exciting me no end as I knew that he was getting as much turned on by my whiteness as I was getting excited by his blackness. Following Joe's example, Yusuf placed his hand on my thigh and I saw his eyes look wistfully at my exposed white knees. I parted them seductively as I was, once again, moistening my panties. Joe leaned over and brushed his thick lips against my cheek. He stroked the side of my face and then finally his lips brushed mine. He allowed his tongue to creep out and lick my lips. I kept my lips clenched and tried to gently push him away. Yet, I moaned with the thought how these big black men were getting turned on by their proximity to some prime white pussy. I suddenly realised that the taxi driver looking in the rear mirror but I was beyond caring. Joe removed his lips from mine. He had a dark smile. "Come on, babe," he said gently, "Relax and enjoy." "I'm not kind of woman," I protested softly but not convincingly, "You'd promised that there would be none of this stuff." Joe ignored my protests and just leaned over and kissed me fully on the lips. At first I resisted and then I allowed his thick probing tongue to slip inside my mouth. His tongue explored my mouth while his hand continued to cup my left breast. Meanwhile Yusuf brought his right hand forward and started caressing my inner thigh. Instinctively I tensed my calves and pulled my legs together. I tried to tell them to quit but Joe's tongue was deep in my mouth. Yusuf's fingers on my thighs were gentle but persistent. His long black fingers pushed my short white skirt upwards until I imagined that he could see my transparent white panties and the sparse hair protecting my pussy. The fingers moved in a circular movement rising towards my panties. I felt myself becoming wet. Joe finally withdrew his tongue but his hand played with my erect nipple. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. What the hell, I thought. This is what I was looking for and this is what I am now getting. Meanwhile Yusuf's sensitive fingertips were scratching the stretch of panties covering my pussy. Without realising it, he touched my erect clit, bringing a gasp from my throat. I looked into his handsome black face and allowed him to kiss me fully on the lips. He immediately allowed my probing tongue to enter his mouth and I allowed my long legs to part. As the long muscular fingers continued to softly probe my outer pussy lips I felt myself open to my lovers. The dark arousal excited me, especially knowing that the taxi-driver was also getting an eyeful. I dropped my left hand and found Joe's crotch. I gasped again as I felt the hard, thick penis straining against his trousers. My fingers explored the long hard rod. My mind reasoned that it couldn't be that long or that thick. I opened my eyes and found that Joe's dark eyes were staring into mine. "It is." he simply stated. With my hand still on his manhood I started to stroke him. Meanwhile Yusuf was creating delightful sensations by merely massaging my pussy. My climax was near. I tried to jack Joe off, to bring him the same kind of pleasure that Yusuf was giving me. My hand was still on Joe's manhood, still rock when the taxi suddenly ground to a halt. I realised that we were in a black neighbourhood as there was not a single white face in sight when we got out. We pushed our way through a throng of black couples and moved to an eating place called "Player's Poolroom Club". It was a rundown place where local black men got together to play pool or cards. There was a dining section that served food but most of the customers were black men. The only woman present was one who took the food order and doubled as a cashier. She looked at me with unconcealed hostility but Joe and Yusuf ignored her attitude as they pointed out the specials to me from the menu. We ended up by ordering some typical soul food that was served in large portions. The two men ate gustily and we drank a round of beers. I wondered what I was doing with these two black men in this shabby place but after they had tucked in, their attention turned to me. "We're glad that you enjoyed the food," Joe said. "This was different," I said trying to muster some enthusiasm, "Well, it's been a long day and I want to go to bed early." "No way," said Joe, "We're now going to a night club. Come on, don't be a spoilsport." I realised that it was not going to be easy to get out of their hold. For an instant, I had a pang of fear. Yet, I was curious about their night club. "OK," I agreed, "I suggest that we make a move now so that it is an early night." We got up and Joe settled the check with the cashier. Once outside, we took a taxi and it was another long ride. I was getting uncomfortable as I now realised that I was a long way away from my hotel. The driver was black and the men seemed to be in cahoots as they openly made sexual comments. Joe's hand was around my shoulder and his hand on my knee. Yusuf was, once again, trying to edgy my short skirt upwards so that he could get a glimpse of my panties. "Yusuf is curious about white women?" said Joe. "What is there to be curious?" I asked. "Tell Peggy, Yusuf," Joe ordered. Yusuf just giggled. "Go ahead, say what's on your mind," I said. "Well," said Yusuf, "Is it true that white women like black men?" I was excited by his question since I have a penchant for black men. I decided to play it coy for a while. "I really don't know," I replied, "It depends. I'm sure that there are some white women who have something for blacks." "What about you, Missus Peggy," Yusuf asked, "How do you feel about us black men?" "Well," I demurred, "I find both of you to be nice company." "He wants to know if you would be willing to sleep with a black man?" interjected Joe. "I couldn't say," I stammered, "I've never thought about it." "Have you slept with a black man?" Joe persisted. "No," I lied, not daring to tell them about my episode with Thomas, the black man who once worked in my husband's office. Surprisingly, the two men were satisfied, probably feeling that they would be the first black men in my sexual life. We stopped outside a place with a neon light flashing "The Players Club". There were a number of single black men crowded around the entrance but I created a stir as I got out of the taxi. I realised that my whiteness and my short white dress were in stark contrast to the two hulking blacks with me. We pushed through the crowd and Joe gave the captain a ten dollar bill to get us a place close to the dance floor. We ordered a round of scotches and the band started to play a tune with a slow beat. Joe asked me for a dance. I felt that all eyes were on me as Joe held me closely and I felt his dick grinding against my belly. He nestled his face in my auburn hair and mumbled, "This is heaven." I knew that he was putting on a show for all the other black bucks and I noticed a few of the men with visible sexual hunger in their eyes as they looked at us. Joe noticed it too. "A lot of the men here would give their left hand to be in my place," he said. "Why?" I asked innocently. "Well, they would love to dance with a white woman," he said. "Why do we white women turn you black men on?" "Should I tell you?" he asked. "Go ahead," I said, "I'm curious." "I like to see my blackness disappear in a woman's naked whiteness." he said, looking in my eyes as if he wanted to do that right away. I pushed my stomach against his dick and noticed the look of pleasure cross his face. Fortunately, the music stopped or otherwise, he might have come in his pants. Now it was Yusuf's turn to dance with me. He was clumsy and shy. "I've never danced with a white woman", he said in an apologetic voice. "What's so special, Yusuf?" "Everybody is looking at us," said Yusuf, "I've never felt that we would end up dancing at the Players Club." I pressed myself against him as he also muzzled his face in my auburn hair. "I've got a terrible hard on," said Yusuf, "I can hardly dance". "Yeah, I can feel your thing," I said, "How can you keep it erect all the while?" "I'm so excited," he murmured, "I've never been so close to a white woman." "Haven't you ever slept with a white woman?" "No", he replied. "Didn't you ever want to try it?" "Sure," he replied, "There are a couple of white whores in some of the clubs here but I never got around to asking them." "Why?" "I always hang out with the other boys and it was difficult to be alone with one of the available white women." I could not imagine my luck. Here was I with this black hunk of a man who had never even touched a white woman in his life. Today was my lucky day My pants were now wet with excitement. For one thing, the thought of those black dicks pressing against my stomach was exciting me. For another, I was imagining the sexual scenario with two black men. "I've got the hots for you," Yusuf gasped, "You remind me of a white woman in one of the picture fuck books, who performed with two black men." "It wasn't me," I laughed, "What did they do?" "They did a dp, you know what I mean?" he said, "A double penetration." The thought of it excited me. Imagine me with Joe and Yusuf. After the band stopped playing, Yusuf and I walked back to the table. I excused myself and left the two men and walked through the crowded club full of black men and a few women. I was the only white woman in the room and all eyes were on me as I wended my way to the restrooms. Many of the black men looked at me with curious eyes but a few looked at me with lust. I opened the door marked "Restroom" and found it crowded with black men. There were two urinals for males in a small room on the left. I noticed two blacks looking at each other's tools while taking a leisurely pee. On the right there was a swing door leading to a toilet. There was absolutely no privacy as one could look in from the top. My urge to pee was so great that I was relieved that the toilet was unoccupied. I quickly pulled down my panties and sat down to relieve myself. My heart missed a beat as I saw the swing door open and a strange black man peer lecherously at me. Luckily he was pushed aside by Yusuf, who enjoyed a brief moment as his eyes nearly popped out taking in my totally exposed pussy. He mumbled an apology, closed the swing door and stood guard until I finished. When I came out, the other black men quickly let me go to the wash basin as they realized that I was Yusuf's girl. He gently put his arm around me as we left the restroom and I noticed the look of respect he got from the other black men. As much as I hated to admit it this young man had hit a chord in me which my husband hasn't done in many a year. He was looking at me as a desirable woman, worthy of his attention and not as a wife and mother. The long corridor leading back to the main hall was empty and Yusuf stopped. For some reason an irrational fear took hold of me for a moment, then quickly left as he reached out cautiously with his large black hand and caressed my face, brushing the hair out of my eyes, which I had let down. He slowly embraced me, crushing my breasts against his muscular chest and we kissed savagely. Hot open mouth kisses, our tongues searching out each others. I had never experienced anything like this as I whimpered and moaned against his lips. I was shaking with both desire and nervousness. After he kissed and licked my entire face, I was shaking and quivering with mini multiple orgasms. I was crying and pleading in his arms, having never before experienced so much pleasure at once. I noticed a black woman coming from the main hall. Instinctively I broke loose. I don't know what clicked in my head but I softly asked him to stop. Maybe it was being raised in the South: the myth and taboo of the black man with a white woman. May be it was the way he looked at me: with lust and desire. I don't know but all I cared about being somewhere with Yusuf where there was little chance of anyone finding us together. I didn't belong in this sordid nightclub with its dirty toilets and now wanted to get away. I told Joe that I wanted to take a taxi and go back to my hotel. He suggested that we check into a "place" around the corner for a "nightcap". I agreed but I made Joe promise that there would be no rough stuff. We walked across the road and entered a cheap hotel with a flashing sign "Vacancies" sign. Joe knew the receptionist, an aged black man, and handed him two twenties. The man took the money and asked whether he could bring up some drinks. Joe nodded and we moved up a flight of stairs. The threadbare room had a strong odour of Lysol and two large double beds. I did not know what would come next as I was alone in this room with two black men who obviously have been having a hard-on for me since a couple of hours. I moved to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror as I slipped my cocktail dress over my head. Is this for real, I thought as I unclasped my brassiere to reveal my erect nipples. How was I going to face the two blacks in the room? Suddenly a figure appeared behind me and two black hands covered my breasts. It was Yusuf, my young black stud, who just could not wait. He quickly peeled away my soaking panties, so that all I had left on were my black high heels. He quickly took off all his clothes, revealing a hairy chest, slim waist, huge thighs and the largest and most beautiful black cock that I have ever seen. Unlike my husband's penis, which is six inches and circumcised, Yusuf's was six inches long when soft. It was also uncircumcised. I slowly reached out to caress him and the thick black foreskin slid back to expose a black bulbous head. I gazed in awe at the sight of this handsome dick and gently stroked it until it grew to a silky smooth eight inches, which deliciously curved upward. It was also thick and I could just about grasp all the way around the heavy shaft. He had a thick, black satiny coat of hair covering his huge horse hung balls and the area around his stud cock. As I dropped to my knees I proceeded to suck his black cock. I was swirling my tongue around it's head as I milked his balls with both hands. The large mushroom shaped head of my young black bull's cock was growing as large and juicy as an orange, and began leaking little drops of semen, which I quickly licked up and swallowed. Watching this he began moaning, which was an incredible turn on for me. Joe, who now stood at the bathroom door, interrupted our interlude and shouted, "Hey, it's my turn now." He was also naked with an half-erect throbbing penis. The three of us got into bed with me in the centre. Joe pushed my head towards his penis and I started sucking him. At the same time, Yusuf moved between my legs to savour the juice of my pink pussy. "Get on top of me," growled Joe, "Otherwise I'll come in your mouth." I obediently mounted him while Yusuf watched with wonderment. He must have been wondering at my transition from a classy white matron to a black man's slut. I beckoned to him and he moved to position his dick near my mouth. I took his penis in my mouth but it was inconvenient for both of us. Joe did not last long and I felt his dick spasm several times as he spurted his come in my insides. I slowly got off and globs of sperm dripped from my pussy on to the bedsheet. Joe and I used the counterpane to wipe oursleves clean. Now it was Yusuf's turn. I sat on the edge of the bed and sucked his juicy cock. Just as I sensed that he was close to coming, he pulled away and pushed me back on the bed. He put his huge hands on my thighs and spread them wide so that he could get a good view of my pink pussy. Then he positioned big black cock to enter me. I wrapped my long legs around his back and arms around his neck and held on for dear life. "Oh Yusuf, please fuck me. Oh, you young stud, fuck me and make me beg for more. Oh please." I moaned into his ear. With that passionate plea ringing in his ears he started to slowly inch his way into my eager, wet receptive pussy. Inch by tantalizing inch he fed it into me. He was going so slow, that I beat against his back and ass with my high heels, whimpering, "More, more, Yusuf. I need your big black dick, hard and fast," Then without warning, he swiftly and powerfully, pounded his long horse dick all the way up my pussy, bottoming out in my womb. "Yusuf!" I screamed out in a mind shattering orgasm, as he held himself still in my clasping pussy. When I calmed down, he began pumping again while I clawed his back and drummed his ass with my heels again. I joined his assault by humping back against him, wanting to draw him as deep as he would go. What a stud, my young black bull was, as he had me whimpering , kissing and licking all over his face and mouth wanting to devour him with my lips. I moaned with pleasure at the thought of his huge black dick stretching me so full. He picked up his pace, fucking me harder and faster as I loosened up for him. I just came and came, earth splitting orgasms, wailing and moaning, riding a high I had never before experienced. In ten minutes I had two orgasms from his wonderful black cock. All the while, he was gripping me tight and thrusting deep into me. As I looked at him through glazed love filled eyes, I saw a black face looking anxiously to see whether he was pleasing me. Then I felt it, a tensing in him. "Oh, Yusuf, oh lover please give me your load." I whimpered into his ears, kissing him passionately. He thrust quickly twice more and held himself deep as his dick exploded, his huge balls gushing out ropes of come. I screamed in my own delicious orgasm climaxing in sychronism with my black lover. As I felt his spurts drive deep into my womb, I realized, that I wasn't using any protection. Yusuf slowly withdrew his still semi-rigid black cock from my pussy, and gobs of his milky white semen spilled onto my thighs, and slid down the crack of my ass. I felt like a total woman for the first time in many years. Both Joe and Yusuf were quite spent from their orgasms and we never did get around to doing Yusuf's fantasy of a double penetration. I was tired and wanted to get back to the hotel quickly. While the two were napping, I quickly dressed and sneaked out. Fortunately, I was able to hail a cab that was cruising along the road. The driver was black and surprised to see a classy, white woman at this hour in the area. He warned me about the rough neighbourhood. I could barely reply and just gave the name of my hotel. I lay back, totally exhausted but sexually satisfied. All I now needed was a quick shower and a little sleep before starting my calls in the morning. If only my business colleagues knew about the naughty thoughts going through the head of this pretty white married woman who fantasises about big black men. What's more this is a woman who actually manages to realise her fantasies even though she oscillates between wonder, excitement and fear while doing so. Submitted by Nikki yxc4u@hotmail.com