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Brandy's first BNWO Experience

This is Brandy McKinley, and this is her confessional regarding her first BBC experience, told in her own words.

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I'm hungry.

I'm eating a banana right now; but I wish it were a black cock I was choking on instead. Yes, I am hungry. Hungry for black cock. I've been hungry for years now, ever since I started discovering more about my sexual appetite and desires. Ever since I realised that it was my dream—my desired destiny—to be a Black Dom's slave-pet.

I gave up dating a white boy in college. That was about when I started being aware of black men and secretly admiring how they looked at me, the way they flirted with me and my girlfriends whenever we strolled past them. Often we'd burst into giggles once we went farther from them.

My girlfriends and I spent numerous times convoluting our thoughts with what it would be like to make love to a black man. Yes, that was what we considered it as back then—making love. It wasn't until when I became immersed in the BNWO (Black New World Order) ideology that I realised one crucial lesson: white boys make love; black gods fuck!

I had a white boyfriend at the time; sorry to say that it was never meant to last. His name was Nate, and though he was d charming, I thought of him as too clingy and demanding, always wanting me around him to show off to his frat mates. It was at one of his frat parties that I met Rick, a black stud who played football for our high school team. He was strong and built like a rock, and the word around campus was that he harboured a huge cock in his jeans.

I had turned nineteen at the time. My hormones were raging, and I wanted to cross out being a virgin from my memory. I got Nate to introduce me to Rick at the party, as they were close friends. While Nate and several of his frat-buddies were busy guzzling beer, Rick and I found ourselves ensconced in an upstairs bedroom where I got to see for myself the mystery hidden in his jeans. My hands were itching when I knelt before him and helped with undoing the buttons of his jeans. At first, all was dark. Then he shoved his boxers down his thighs and suddenly I literally got hit by a bright amazing light.

His cock was massive and throbbing with light, especially when he instructed me to wield him with both hands. I could barely wrap my fingers around his girth. The thought that occurred was imagining the damage that cock was about to do to my pussy!

And boy, I sure was hell wasn't disappointed when he bent me over a desk and told me to hold my breath seconds before inserting his erection into my vagina.

Did it hurt? What do you fucking think! Of course, it hurt. But with the hurt came the pleasure, and after the pleasure, the joy of realising I wasn't a virgin anymore!

Rick and I became nearly inseparable from that night onward. But we had to maintain our dalliance on the down-low, as I wasn’t yet ready to break the news to Nate about not wanting to have anything to deal with his pathetic ass anymore. As I said before, he was such a sweetie, and I wasn’t looking forward to hurting him. Except I knew it was only a matter of time before he got to find out. It was either he got the news from me, or Rick would be the one to clue him into the state of things.

Until then, I continued hooking up with Rick for more sexual lessons on the art of how to please a handsome black god like him. Call it infatuation if you want; I don’t care, but don’t dare call it love. No, it was something beyond love. I wanted to worship the earth in which Rick walked. I wanted to do whatever it was that he demanded, and I often clued him into my subservience.

I would often quit school and hurry over to Rick’s place. My girlfriends began missing my presence. I tried my best to lie, but I gave it up after Cynthia, one of girlfriends caught me one night at a fast food restaurant with Rick beside me in a booth. She pretended not to notice me, but I’d already sighted her. I stopped by Cynthia’s place the next day, and I bared my heart to her. She was awed by my secret life, and shocked that I’d managed to keep things hidden until now.

“Nate’s gonna find out, you know that, right?” She said after I was done talking.

“Yeah, I know,” I muttered with a gloomy voice.

“You going to tell him?”

“I should, but I don’t know. What do you think?”

Cynthia shrugged. “If you’re gonna keep on with Rick, I think you ought to bite the bullet and let Nate know. He’s gonna be pissed finding out like this.”

“He will be,” I agreed. “Unless I let Rick be the one to tell him.”

Cynthia looked at me with owl-shaped eyes. “Are you crazy? What would you expect Rick to say to him? ‘Hey, Nate. Hope you don’t mind me telling you this, but I’ve been screwing your girlfriend these past couple of days.’ How do you think Nate’s going to respond once he hears that?”

A real Catch-22 situation, I thought to myself. “I’ll figure a way to tell him,” I said.

Except I didn’t.

I was too enamoured with getting Rick to fuck me to the point where I didn’t care anymore. You could say that I was starting to live my life dangerously. I thought of Rick nearly every hour of the day. I would go to bed at night with my teddy bear stuck between my legs, pretending it was him. There were a few times that he would be lurking in the bushes behind my house late at night, and I would sneak out of the back door and go enjoy some fun time in the backseat of his car. It was under Rick’s tutelage that I learnt the art of giving blowjobs. He showed me how to suck a banana and not to break it off while I was doing it. Before we’d fuck, he’d instruct me to show him what I’ve learned so far. Then he got me to enjoy licking his asshole and sucking his nuts.

Yes, if you must know, Rick did fuck me bareback. He despised wearing condoms, but he always made sure to pull out of me before he’d climax. And that was another thing he taught me: how to enjoy swallowing cum. According to him, black cum was the best thing for white sluts like myself to enjoy. His cum was my favourite ice cream; the smell was the perfect flavour for me. I couldn’t get enough of it, no matter how many times we fucked.

Then came the day when Nate found out how well he had been played all this time.

He’d already been having his suspicions as I wasn’t spending as much time with him anymore. This was three weeks after Rick and I became an item; I’m surprised it took that long before Nate got wise.

One afternoon, I returned home from school early. My parents weren’t back, so I had the house to myself . . . and Rick. I got myself and Rick out of his clothes within minutes before falling to the bed, where I got to continue with displaying my sexual skills to his approval. He murmured agreement that my cock-sucking skills were improving. As for me, I couldn’t wait to sit on his hard-on and ride him.

Minutes later, I slid forward and got to riding him hard. I knew we had at least two hours before either of my parents returned from work, so I needed to make things last the best. I was lost to the throes of passion and pleasure cruising through my body from impaling myself on his cock that I didn’t realise when the door creaked open, and Nate entered the room.

Oh my God, Brandy!” He screamed.

I shouted in surprise as I looked over my shoulder and saw Nate standing near the door, holding his hands to his head as if he was nursing a migraine.

Everything seemed to stop.

My body froze while I remained on top of Rick.

Rick, however, wasn’t stopping. He kept jerking his hips, fucking me as if not concerned about the known intruder in the room.

“Yo, what’s up, Nate,” Rick laughed. “Brandy here has got some good pussy. How come you ain’t been wanting to share?”

“The fuck, man,” Nate stuttered as he advanced into my bedroom with a look of incredulousness on his face. His eyes went to Rick, then back at me, before returning to Rick. “This ain’t fucking happening. Brandy, you’ve been cheating on me this whole fucking time?

“I’m sorry, Nate,” I said and shrugged my shoulders as if to add: I couldn’t help it—Rick’s cock is soooooo fucking addictive!

“Yo, Nate,” Rick continued, “I hate to break it to you like this, but your girl’s my bitch now. Hate me all you want, but this is what it is. You can stay to watch, and maybe I’ll give you a piece. But I ain’t done fucking yet. So how about you clear some space.” Rick shooed him backwards as if dismissing him.

That was a shocking moment and I almost expected Nate to explode. His face did seriously turn red. Rick, however, didn’t seem to care. He laughed instead and went on caressing my tits; not once did he break his stride from fucking me.

Nate made a groaning noise and then turned around and stormed out of the room. I waited until I didn’t hear his footsteps. It wasn’t until I heard him slam my front door shut before I smiled and returned to grinding my butt and hips on Rick’s dick.

That was the last time I spoke with Nate, and it was for the best. I had never been so in madly and crazy love with Rick as I was that day. Even now, as I’m sucking on this banana, I can’t help thinking about him.


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4 comentarios

29 nov 2022

i love it when white girls strip down and tell the world about their first wonderful experience with a Black Man. This is helping the lifestyle to be accepted world-wide.

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12 jul 2021

I'd be more than happy to clean that sweet pussy after it's been stretched and filled with a nice load of thick, creamy, black baby-making seed. :)

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12 jul 2021

What a hot story! Thanks for sharing it Brandy! You made my pussy nice and wet reading it. :)

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11 jul 2021

only for BBC

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