Chrissie’s First Black Cock, An Erotic Story

​Chrissie has been into black on white porn recently, but she's never had a black guy fuck her before. She doesn't want a relationship right now, but she does want to see if all black guys are like the ones on the internet.

Chrissie was 34 and a single mother. She had been married but it hadn't worked out and she now lived alone with her daughter who went to school in the week and spent weekends at her dad's house.

Chrissie didn't need to work, she'd had an inheritance from her Aunt that had paid off the mortgage and put enough in the bank to pay the bills so she had a lot of time to fill.

She had taken up various hobbies over the last couple of years, she'd joined a fitness club at the gym and made some friends there, she'd taken up Salsa dancing and met for a class every Thursday night, but, despite all these distractions nothing could curb Chrissie's sexual appetite.

Chrissie was not ashamed of it. She had a fast internet connection and a membership to several adult websites. She also was had a good collection of vibrators, dildos and other toys under her bed.

Chrissie masturbated at least once a day, and she usual used porn and toys to get herself off. More recently she'd been enjoying seeing black guys on white girls. It was after cumming for the fourth time during a particular movie, that Chrissie decided she needed another fuck buddy. She'd had such arrangements before but they'd all ended when the guy in question got married, or decided he was going to start being faithful, or whatever.

So, Chrissie was on the hunt, but this time she was specific in what she wanted. A big black cock to fuck her tight pink pussy.She posted an advert in the local paper.

'34yo horny single mum, fit, curvy where it counts WLTM black guy with high sex drive for NSA fun, your place or mine"

The personals section of Chrissies local paper included a voicemail service so she didn't have to give out any personal details. After the advert had been in the paper, Chrissie left it a couple of days, then rang the service to see if anyone had responded.420 messages!!!!!! Four. Hundred. And. Twenty. Fucking. Messages.There are not that many fit black guys in my county I don't think, let alone this town.So the task of sifting through the messages began, Chrissie diligently started listening to each message in turn, from guys who sounded 100, through to 2 boys giggling and stalling a little before singing in unison, 'You've got jungle fever, you've got jungle fever.. lalalalalalaaa" some made her recoil in revulsion, some were down right creepy and by message 300 she was about ready to give up.Then Jimar's voice spoke. "Uh... hi there. I don't usually do this but, you sound like you're looking for someone to have some fun with, no BS or anything like that, just a laugh and some fun.... and so am I. I'm 30, my name's Jimar.. I ... uh fit the bill on what you are looking for, I've attached some pics"

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He sounded HOT! Chrissie hit the number 5 to have the attached pics sent to her mobile phone. She entered her mobile number and waited. Her text tone went off as her phone vibrated. Chrissie was a little excited but apprehensive. She hoped the pictures would support her initial impression of Jimar.

She opened the message and let out a partially involuntarily, pleasurable "mmmmmmmmm".She wasted no time. She replied to the text service. "do you know the bar on Jubilee street, by the bank? I'm free 'til 3pm today and tomorrow, and all weekend. Pick your time and I'll be there" She gave him her mobile number. After all it was only a cheap pay as you go and if he did turn out to be a stalker she could just change the sim.

A few hours passed before Chrissie's phone vibrated, she ran over to where it was sitting on the kitchen counter, it was a message."Saturday mid day OK? They do good bar food there, we can have a drink, a bite to eat and a chat". "I'll be there", replied Chrissie.

It was Saturday, coming up to noon, Chrissie was walking down the street towards a Bar, she had arranged to meet a complete stranger after she placed an advert in a local paper.

Chrissie was walking faster than usual, she felt a mixture of excitement and worry, after all, it could be anyone waiting to meet her. She’d never done anything like this before, but maybe this was simpler.

She’d been direct about what she wanted, asked for it, and the right person, or so it seemed, was interested. She didn’t want to go on a dating site because she didn’t want to date, and there was no way she was paying for one of those meet for sex websites, several adverts always popped up for sites like these as Chrissie was watching porn online, she’d been tempted, but skeptical enough to never part with her credit card number.

'The Vine' had once been a late night pub, it had a reputation for trouble and by 10pm each night several burly looking bouncers lurked around the door looking menacing. This did not stop the smashing of glasses, the throwing of punches and the general drunken, aggressive behavior that formed around the place like a cloud.

The council had finally made it difficult for the place to renew its license. They were fed up of the complaints and the mess on the street every Monday morning. The only way they were ever going to reissue a license to this pub was if it did a complete 360, and it had.Today, The Vine was unrecognizable. The interior was light, the floors had been stripped back to the buildings original solid wood flooring, there were sofas, book shelves, random antiques scattered about. The clientele had suddenly shifted drastically also, young professionals with MacBook’s sat drinking cappuccino, typing. Pensioners sat on the sofa, making use of the extensive range of books which sat on shelves throughout the bar. It was actually a very pleasant place to go.

Shortly after Chrissie had walked into The Vine, she recognized Jimar from the picture he had sent. He was sitting in a one of the many comfy chairs in the corner near the front bay window. Chrissie made eye contact and Jimar got to his feet with a welcoming smile. He held out his arms, they embarrassed and kissed cheeks briefly before sitting down. Jimar returned to his seat and Chrissie sank into the chair next to his.

‘So, its really great to meet you.’ Said Jimar. He spoke with a low, smooth and calming voice. A waitress headed over. ‘Let me buy you a drink…’ said Jimar. ‘Thanks’ Chrissie replied, ‘I’ll have a white wine please’. ‘Actually I think I’ll join you, can you make that a bottle, have you got a favorite white wine’ Jimar looked at Chrissie, ‘There’s more than one white wine?’. She was half joking, but honestly, if it was cold, wet, alcoholic and refreshing it would be exactly what was required.

‘Did I see a 1999 Côtes de Jura in your wine cabinet’. ‘Yes, we have one of them, do you want to see the wine list, that is a more expensive one.’ ‘No, that’s ok, I’ll trust the price is fair, that will be a nice treat, I’m impressed you have it’. ‘Great.. I’ll be right back’ The waitress smiled, turned and walked towards the bar. ‘I’m impressed by this place, I’ve not been here before. I live a few miles out of town and I’m always traveling for work so I never get out locally, its great here, relaxed.’

‘Yes, I like it, of course I came here when I was younger, it was a lot different then’. ‘I remember.’ Said Jimar, ‘I was dragged here by my wife a few times, it was never really my scene though, loud music, loud people, impossible to have a conversation.’ ‘Yeah, well places like that do the job when you just want to drink your self silly.’ ‘I suppose they do, I used to drink myself to oblivion, I’d be on a different planet for days. No time to do that these days.’ Said Jimar.

The waitress returned with the wine in an ice bucket and two glasses, which she placed on the low table in front of them. She removed the bottle of wine from the bucket and showed Jimar the label in a formal fashion. Chrissie had drunk white wine here many times with friends, and never had they held the bottle out for them to inspect. She wondered how much Jimar was spending on a bottle of wine. As she held the bottle for Jimar to inspect he nodded with a smile. The waitress opened the bottle and poured, first a little in Jimars glass but he waved her on ‘Its ok, I’m sure you’ve kept it perfectly, I trust you’. She finished pouring the two glasses of wine and left. Sitting back in their seats, Jimar and Chrissie sipped their wine. ‘hmmmmm this is gorgeous’ exclaimed Chrissie. ‘Far nicer than the house white I drink here with my girly friends’. ‘I’m surprised they have such a good selection here, I’m afraid I got a taste for nice wines while I was working in London. The people I work with have expensive tastes, I’m afraid it kinda rubbed off on me, but even after eating at some of the best, Michelin starred restaurants in Europe, I still hanker after a fried chicken dinner when I get home at the weekend, I made the mistake of telling one of the other board members that I was looking forward to a bucket of fried chicken in front of the sports channel when he asked me what I was doing over the weekend, he looked at me as if I was crazy.’

Chrissie laughed. She had not known quite what to make of Jimar, he wasn’t anything like the sort of man she would meet when she was out on the weekend. He was laid back, obviously intelligent but didn’t seem arrogant. He was young, but had an air of wisdom about him.

As Jimar poured a second glass for Chrissie, who seemed to be drinking faster than Jimar, he asked, ‘So you wanted to meet someone like me’. Chrissie paused for a second, ‘well. Yes, I mean no… I wasn’t expecting someone like you, I mean, you’re really, well… nice. I was expecting, well someone more, well interested in sex… this feels like a date, no, actually it feels like having a drink with a good friend, maybe it’s the wine but I feel really comfortable with you Jimar.’

‘I assure you I am interested in sex, any man who denies it is lying, but I’m not the sort of guy who’ll pounce on a woman without at least buying her a drink first’. He smiled and Chrissie laughed.

‘Seriously, this is nice. Have you got anywhere else to be today or do you want to have Lunch’.

‘Maybe…’ Chrissie smiled and took a slow sip of her wine. ‘or maybe, you want to have a walk, my place is only a few minutes walk’ Jimar smiled and took a drink.

‘Yeah, a walk would be good’.

Jimar shared the last of the wine between the two glasses, they finished and stood up. Chrissie had to use the toilets, while she did, Jimar settled the bill at the bar.

They both left the bar and headed for Chrissies place.