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My name is Alex, which is short for Alexandra. I live in a small southern town where everyone pretty much knows one another. It isn't uncommon to become pregnant or marry at a young age, and I was no exception. By the time I was twenty I had two kids and a dead beat to raise. Coming from a broken home myself it was important for me to keep my little family together. I wanted better for my kids; the only problem is he made our lives a living hell.
Jeff slept and popped pills all day while I went to school, worked, took care of the house, and kids. He refused to work and belittled everything I did. I was lost and felt that I had made my choices and should deal with them. I stayed for over 10 years before I decided I had had enough and wanted out.
That day, almost down to the minute that I decided that I was done I heard from an old friend…
I had not seen or heard from Dom in at least 14 or 15 years. We dated briefly in junior high, basically a week of hand holding and phone calls. So I was surprised to say the least when in the middle of a huge argument with Jeff, I receive an instant message from Dom.
So it started…
That night in the midst of a hellish argument and writing an essay for my literature class comes my blast from the past. We talked for hours catching up on one another’s lives; it was like a breath of fresh air. At 2 that morning we finally said our good byes, and I told him not to be a stranger. I assumed I wouldn't hear from him again, you know how it goes. So I was surprised again when a few days later I receive another message asking if it was okay for us to chat. He made me happy…the emotion was so strange I didn't even know what it was at first. So of course I was more than willing to talk to him again. Much like the first time, we talked for hours still learning and getting to know one another.
It all started innocently enough. We would text or fb several times a week about nothing in particular, family, work, kids etc... After a few weeks of that we started talking every day. He would text while he was at work, and sometimes when he got home if his girlfriend was at work. It became the highlight of my day. I waited eagerly by my phone every morning for my new favorite sound…ding.
Jeff had managed to isolate me from my friends and family, so it was great to have someone to talk to. I had started branching out some, but this was different. I don’t know if it was the connection that we once had or that we had so much in common, but the pull was there from the beginning. I don’t think either one of us expected things to happen the way they did. The timing couldn't have been any more wrong. He was expecting a baby and ready to ask his longtime girlfriend to marry him. I was trying to find a way out of the my marriage... it was like calm in the middle of the storm for me though. It seemed like he was feeding me as daily doses of courage, and I could hold my head up high for the first time in years.
As our comfort level with one another grew we opened up more and more. He told me things about his past and present as I did with him. Then out of the blue he asks me a strange question. He asks me if a blow job was considered cheating. I was floored we had not spoken of or mentioned sex at all. Well that definitely broke the ice on that subject. He told me that he and his girlfriend had stopped having sex when she became pregnant. He said even before she didn't give blow jobs. It had been 5 years since he had had someone’s lips around his dick. I couldn't believe that she didn't like going down on him. It used to be one of my favorite things before Jeff. I loved the control, the look in a man’s eyes when he was lost. I tried to be good. I gave him advice on different things to try. My imagination was running wild, it had been so long since I had had a big hard dick anywhere near me. Jeff and I had not fucked in years. The pills made it where he couldn't get it up. So I lived on batteries and fantasy. Dom had unknowingly just stroked the flames of my fantasies.
Still trying to be good for his sake, I gave him more tips. What he didn't know is I was picturing myself doing all of these things to him. I wanted to taste him in the worst way. What I didn't know is that it was turning him on as much as it was me. After an hour he sent me a video of him jerking off. It was so hot; I wanted to be there to catch his hot spunk in my mouth. I've always been a cum slut. I love the feel of it on my skin, and the taste in my mouth. I didn't care about Jeff or Dom’s girlfriend any more. All I cared about was sucking the cum out of his huge black cock. I had never been with a black guy before, and the thought of have him balls deep in my warm wet mouth was about all I could take.
We kept our distance because we knew what would happen if we were alone together. We still talked every day, and sexting just as much. We saw each other a couple of time (in the presents of other people.) It took us three months before we finally gave in. We met somewhere dark and quite. I climbed into his car and sat there for a while, it was odd at first since we hadn't been alone with one another in years. I knew what I wanted, but didn't want to come off as a slut so I waited… But the bulge in his jeans let me know he wanted it as badly as I did. I finally got the nerve to reach over and rub him. It didn't take me long to unbuckle his belt and jeans. I wanted to feel that soft silky skin in my hand. He was hard as hell, and I could wait to take him in my mouth. I had never seen a dick so big up close before. I took my time stroking him, my fingers wouldn't fit all the way around, but the teasing was getting us both hot. I took off my shirt before I bent down and put him in my mouth. It was the sweetest taste… Like coming home…I couldn't get enough.
I suck, slurped, and pumped enjoying every moan and groan he made. Every time I licked and sucked I could feel the pull at the core of my pussy. I was so fucking wet and he hadn't even touched me. I think I was half in love with him then, but when he started cumming in my mouth I was gone. All I could think about was the next time. I wondered how far we would go. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted to feel the big cock pounding in my mouth, ass, pussy, and sliding between my tits. I wanted to be his toy, his slave, anything he wanted or needed I was more than willing. I wanted to please Dom in the worst way. He didn't know it yet, but I had a submissive streak a mile wide. I needed to be controlled. It turned me on it the worst way that he didn't touch me the first time. I had not earned it yet.
It wasn't long before we had to see each other again. We had given each other something that we had been missing. I had given him the release that he desired while he had given me someone to trust. I could open up to him about my needs and wants and he understood because he was just kinky as I was. We needed to fuck like most people need air and water. We tried to stay away but the constant talking and masturbating weren't enough anymore. I found myself rubbing my pussy whenever I thought of him. It didn't matter if I was driving or in class. It was like a fire that I couldn't put out any more. I had never met anyone like him. We shared a lot of the same hopes, dreams, and fantasies.
I knew that he wanted a threesome and I was attempting to make the arrangements for his birthday. It was only about four months away, and I was extremely excited. I had always wanted to fuck a girl, but never had the nerve to try. The thought of Dom watching my first time was enough to close the deal. I had started planning…first she would suck his dick and then I would join in. Licking and sucking his hard cock. When he got ready to cum I wanted to be the one who took him in my mouth…I love the way his cum tastes, and I’m not sure I could share the first load. After he was relaxed I wanted him watch as we explored one another’s bodies. I wanted to lick her from top to bottom…finally burying my face between her thighs. I couldn't wait to taste her juicy cunt, stick my tongue inside of her, and sucking her clit until she came apart.
I figured by the time we were done with one another he would be ready for round two. I could picture him sitting there stroking that huge dick until it was ready to burst…
Well even with the best laid plans problems seem to find their way in. Ours happened about the middle of July, with a drunken phone call. As usual I had been up late fighting with Jeff. I had just gotten good and asleep when the phone rang. When I seen it was Dom I thought something was wrong because he normal didn’t call when he knew I was home. It was around 3:30 in the morning, and he wanted me to come over. I was stressed and upset because of Jeff, so I didn't question it. I got up showed, dressed, and left. I arrived around 4:30 and of course the house was quite. The front door was open and the TV was on. I assumed he had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for me. I knocked on the door, and much to my surprise an older lady answers the door…this is how I met his mother. She had been babysitting and decided to stay over instead of driving home that night. I tried to think quick, but I have never been a good liar. Needless to say neither is he. We were busted and things went to shit pretty fast.
His mother informed his girlfriend that I had came over, and that was pretty much the end of that…or so I thought.
Thanks for reading my story! Let me know if you want to hear part two... how his birthday became a surprise for us both.