Initial Disclaimer:

This story pairs sex and sexual desire with race. I hope it is respectful, but at the heart of it is a story about a white guy wanting to fuck a black woman because she's a black woman. I don't give 'trigger warnings', but I know race is (rightly) a sensitive topic, so if that type of thing is likely to make you angry (in a bad way) then maybe it's better if you skip this one.

Anyway - the story...

Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to fuck a black woman.

I've always had a thing for women with skin darker than mine. I wouldn't call it a kink or a fetish, it's just that I generally find darker skintones attractive.

For most people that would just mean that they date folks with that attribute. Trouble is, I'm not most people. I live in the butt-end of Scotland, right in the middle of nowhere. I love it here, but it isn't exactly diverse. True story - I didn't see my first non-white person in the flesh until I was 14. Up until then it had just been a cavalcade of caucasians.

And there's nothing wrong with that. White people can be, and are, beautiful too. But I wanted someone different.

Before I get to the point of this story, I should probably give you a mental image of me. I'm the whitest guy you've ever seen. Like I'm so pale I'm almost transparent. My face tans very slightly in the summer, but in Scotland the summer lasts about three days. My hair is fair, my eyes are blue, I'm tall, athletic and hung.

So as i was saying, ever since I could remember I wanted to fuck a black woman. It's what I thought about when I was wanking, It was what my sex dreams were about and it was the porn I watched - especially the porn. I know it was just my horny mind seeing what it wanted it wanted to, but black girls looked better at fucking. They looked sexier, like they really wanted that dick inside them. There was just something so fucking hot about them; the darker skin, those brown eyes, and (if I'm going to be honest about this, which I might as well be) the full lips, the big ass, the so-dark-they're-almost-black nipples, and the thick thighs. I loved the way black pussy looked - tight, curly public hair surrounding ebony lips, and then that shockingly pink inner. Fuck how I wanted to buried right up to my balls in that.

Hot. As. Fuck.

I needed to fuck one.

The internet was my saviour. I made a personals ad on Reddit, and posted it in the London subreddit. I was willing to travel for this, and London was the biggest, most diverse city I knew. I didn't outright say I was looking for a black woman, but whenever I got a reply I would casually ask their race, along with other questions about age, height etc. If they were white I quietly moved on. I'll be honest enough to say that I posted the advert more in hope than expectation, but I'm delighted to tell you that it worked.

Her name was Lola.

Hii. Im Lola. Saw ur ad and wntd to say hi. I'm 20, kinda short, kinda chubby lol, nice tits Ive been told lol. Oh nd Im Black if that makes any diff?

Indeed it did make a difference.

I messaged back and we got to talking. She was very upfront about the fact that she was just looking to fuck, and didn't want anything else. I sent her a photo of me and she returned the favour. In her picture she was standing in front of a bathroom mirror, far enough back from it that I could see her entire body. She was wearing black, tight yoga pants and a matching sports bra type top. Her legs were slender at the bottom, but gained shape and thickness further up. Her hips were full and (it's the only word that fits) voluptuous. The photo wasn't clear enough for me to make out the shape of her pussy, but I was fairly sure that if i zoomed in and squinted I could just about make out a soft bulge. Above that, a little bit of a belly, which I have always liked, and then a pair of full and heavy tits. She was facially very cute, and most importantly for me, her skin was a deep, glorious brown which seemed to glow and reflect the light. She was wearing large-framed glasses which did obscure her eyes a little, but that was okay because they were cute and suited her face. Her lips were full, her nose was small and adorable, and her hair fell around her shoulders in thin black braids.

She looked like all my dreams come true.

I asked her if it was okay that I was older. She said she preferred older men.

I asked if she was okay with me being white. She said she preferred white guys.

I lied a little and told her that I lived in London but was busy with work until the weekend. She said Saturday night suited her fine.

I immediately booked a train to London and a hotel room for the upcoming Saturday night.

Three days later I was sitting in a bar in Hackney, nervous but very excited. We had swapped numbers and for the last days had been texting fairly regularly. It hadn't got as far as sexting because she said she preferred the real thing, but we did have one interesting conversation where she told me that when she said she preferred white guys she meant she really, REALLY preferred white guys. Her exact words were, "Something about being fucked by a white dick just hits different, y'know?"

I didn't know, but it was dawning on me that Lola and I were opposite sides of the same coin. I wanted black pussy, she wanted white cock.

As I said, I'd seen her photo so I recognised her as soon as she walked in, but if she was pretty in two dimensions, she was fucking incredible in three.

Her long braids were tied up in a ponytail held in place by a white headband. The dress she wore was yellow, and unashamedly tight. As she stepped into the bar she tugged the front hem of it down in attempt to cover at least a little of her thighs. I got the feeling she had done that every couple of steps on the way here, otherwise her pussy and ass would have been hanging out for all to see and her dress would have been up around her waist. Even with it pulled down into position it barely covered the top couple of inches of her thighs. And what thighs they were. Thick and brown and sexy as all fuck. The dress was tight all over. The curve of her belly was very pronounced, but I could even see the dimple of her navel through the skimpy material. She scanned the bar looking for me, turning round slightly and I got my first proper view of her ass. I don't know what her dress was made of, but I knew it must have been strong material in order to keep those big ass cheeks contained. Instantly I thought about how her ass would wobble and shake if I was to spank it, and how soft and welcoming those cheeks would be as I slammed my dick into her from behind.

And her tits! Fucking hell her tits. Big, round, and sticking out in front of her so far from the rest of her body that they seemed to defy gravity. I was practically drooling at the thought of sucking on the nipples that I knew lay beneath that little yellow dress.

I half stood and waved awkwardly. She saw me and instantly a wide, beaming smile covered her face as she started to walk over in her white high heels, her body jiggling and swaying as she did.

"Hi Marc," Lola said in an accent that I couldn't place but that sounded like honey to my ears.

She leant in and kissed me on the cheek, giving me a wonderful view of her cleavage as she did, her tits swaying slightly.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," I said. "But I'm glad you did. You look beautiful."

"Thank you! You're not so bad yourself. Quite the handsome man. And of course I came. Why wouldn't I?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just the internet, you know? Lots of timewasters."

"Your accent is fucking sexy," she said, thankfully ignoring my shit chat about timewasters.

"Thanks. Yours is too. You haven't always lived in London then?"

"Nope. Lagos, Nigeria. Born and raised. My family moved here when I was eighteen."

I know you aren't really here to be told about the conversation that followed, so I'll skim over that part and get to why you're probably reading this story...

We stayed in the bar long enough to have two drinks. We chatted, we touched, the conversation gradually got more heated. Lola asked where my hotel (I'd told her I was new to London and was still in a hotel until I found something more permanent) was, then leaned into me and said, "Well why don't we go there and fuck?"

As we walked into the hotel lobby her arm was around my waist and my hand was on her ass, groping and squeezing hard. We made it to the elevator and as soon as the doors closed we were all over each other. I kissed her hard, pushing her back against the mirrored wall, my hand tight on the back of her neck. This close up she smelled different from any of the white girls I had been with. I didn't know if that was a black thing or just a Lola thing, but I did know that I loved her scent. She wrapped one leg around me and started grinding her pussy against my leg. I could feel the heat through my trousers. Her hand found my already solid dick and gripped and squeezed and wanked it through the material. Her big, full lips felt like heaven, her tongue slipping in and out of my mouth as mine did with hers, both of us gasping for air between kisses. I squeezed and felt her tits, desperate to get her out of her dress and see them properly, and to suck on the nipples that I pinched between thumb and finger.

We reluctantly parted as the elevator dinged and the doors began to open. She walked out first, grabbing my cock and leading me by it along the corridor. Her dress had ridden up and she didn't bother to pull it back down. She was wearing a bright pink thong that showed her ass off to perfection; two heavy, round, dark brown cheeks.

I opened the hotel room door and we stumbled inside. She pulled my mouth down to meet hers and with the other hand started to unbuckle my belt. My hand slipped between her ample thighs and I was squeezing her pussy through her thong.

"You want to fuck me, don't you Daddy?" she panted in my ear.

I didn't think the 'Daddy' thing was something anyone actually said, but I was happy in that moment to go along with it.

"This big white cock wants to fuck my little black pussy, doesn't it?"

She got my belt and trousers undone expertly, and before I could reply she had sunk down onto her heels in front of me and started sucking on my dick. She was very fucking good at it. I looked down and watched as her lips wrapped around it and she worked her mouth back and forth over it, taking several inches easily into the back of her throat. Watching my thick, pale cock being worked on by those think, dark lips was incredible. The contrast in tones was beautiful, and her bright pink tongue just added to it. I listened to the garbled, schlurping, gagging sounds coming from her as she took more and more of my length, deepthroating me greedily, working my shaft like she hadn't eaten in weeks. I gripped the ponytail of braids at the back of her head and used them work her mouth just as it was working my length, tugging and pulling and fucking her hot little mouth.

I knew if she kept going like that I wouldn't last much longer, so I pulled her off me, enjoying listening to her trying to catch her breath, put my hands on her shoulders and walked her backwards to the bed. I pushed, and she fell back onto it.

I slid my hands up the sides of her thighs, gripped the waistband of her thong and pulled it off in one motion. I couldn't resist lifting the skimpy item of underwear to my nose and inhaling the scent of her pussy as she lay beneath, legs spread wide.

"Dirty Daddy," she said with a smile. "Get down here and smell it properly."

I dropped to my knees at the bottom of the bed, lifted her legs and dragged her down towards me so that her ass was hanging off the mattress, and her calves were on my shoulders. I definitely want to lick and sniff her pussy, but I wanted to get a good look at it first.

Lola had one of my favourite things in the world; a chubby cunt. I love nothing more than a fat little pussy, all plump and soft and sexy as fuck. I was disappointed to see that she obviously shaved down there, because I've always been a fan of girls with a little bit of pubic hair. I just think it looks sexier that way, and I love the feeling of those hairs on my nose when I'm eating a girl out. Her labia were wide and brown, her clit was more pronounced than most I'd seen, and her hole was shockingly pink against such a dark backdrop. I looked at her asshole too, an even darker and deeper brown than the rest of her, and decided that's where I wanted to start.

I leant in, pressed my tongue against her tiny little asshole and then dragged it right round her, over her hole, between her lips and round to her hard clit. One big, wet, continuous lick, tasting all of her in the one motion.

She was nectar. Absolute nectar.

All girls taste similar but ever so slightly different in my experience. Broadly the same tones, but with enough individual highlights that I imagine an expert could tell one woman from another by their taste in much the same way as you can by fingerprints.

Lola had the sweetest pussy I'd ever licked.

As I worked my tongue over her, pressing it into her pussy hole, sucking on her lips and clit, flicking and circling her clit with my tongue, occasionally licking and sucking on her asshole too she rocked back and forth against my mouth, trying her best to grind her hips and gain more pressure against her pussy. I ate that sweet little black pussy until her hands gripped the back of head and she told me to focus on her clit, which I did. She rocked and rode against my face until her body tensed and she came, shuddering and heaving on the bed.

As she came I went back to licking her hole, lapping up her juices, and then, unexpectedly for me, she squirted in my mouth. That was a first. One minute I was licking, the next I had a mouthful of unexpected liquid and my cheeks were bulging. I didn't know what to do, so I swallowed it down, instantly enjoying the slightly bitter taste.

I let her ride out her orgasm until she settled and then I climbed onto the bed and lay beside her, my face soaked in her cum and pussy juice and squirt.

"Fuck Daddy," she panted. "That was goooooooooood."

We lay there in the semi darkness for maybe a minute, and then her hand started stroking my still hard dick.

"I hope you don't think we're done," she said. "Because I'm still hungry for this white meat."

I'd held back the race aspect of the encounter for me, because I didn't want to offend her, but it was getting clearer and clearer to me that fucking someone of a different race from your own was a kink that Lola and I shared.

"I won't be done until I've stretched that little black pussy wide open," I said.

Her hand gripped my dick and she started to wank it.

"Say it again," she said.

"I'm going to stretch your pussy wide," I repeated.

"No," Lola said, urgency and want in her voice. "Call it my little black pussy."

"Your little black fuck hole," I said, and she shivered against me. "I'm going to fuck this big white cock into that little black fuck hole and ride it until I cum right up it."

"Fuck yes," she whispered, her hand on my dick speeding up. "Fuck yeessssssss."

She rolled on top of me and straddled me, reaching underneath herself and grabbing my dick, guiding the tip of it to entrance of her waiting pussy, but I knocked her off me and pushed her facedown onto the bed before getting up, reaching my hand under her hips and pulling her up onto all fours. I undid the back of her dress and unhooked her bra, pulling them both down until I could feel her heavy tits swinging free. I flipped her over onto her back and looked down on her. He tits were so big and full that they sat slightly to the side of her body. Her areolas were huge and darker brown than the rest of her tits, but by far the darkest part was her nipples. The room wasn't completely dark, but even in the dull light I could see that they were so dark they were almost black.

I pushed a leg between hers and used my knee to open them. Not that it took much persuading - Lola willingly spread them wide for me, lifting her ass slightly as if to present her pussy for me.

She stared so intensely at me that I could physically feel it.

"Do it," she said. "Take it. Make it yours."

I pressed the tip of my wet dick against her hole then pushed my hips forward just as I dropped my body down on top of her, driving my entire length into her in one motion. She gasped as my weight landed on her, and then I lifted myself onto my elbows and began to pump in and out of her. Lola wrapped her legs around me and slipped into the rhythm of my strokes, slamming her pussy onto me so that each forward thrust ended with a dull slap of two bodies banging into each other. Her tits bounced up and down, little fleshy waves passing through them, and I leant over and sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth. It was big and fat and wonderful. Lola groaned in pleasure at the sensation of my mouth on her.

I slid my arms under her back and gripped her shoulders from behind, giving me better purchase, allowing me to fuck her even harder. Her pussy was tight, and I could feel it gripping my shaft as I rode her. My dick is thick and about eight inches long, and I used every inch of that cock, almost pulling out of her at the end of each stroke before driving deep back inside. I could hear how wet her pussy, and I could smell it in the air, sweet and earthy and primal. I lifted my hips just enough to be able to look down as see what I'd waited all my life to see; my whitest or dicks sliding in and out of a little brown pussy. It was worth the wait.

Lola pulled my mouth down to hers and kissed me, her tongue in my mouth even before our lips had touched.

"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me like I'm a dirty little whore."

"You nasty little slut," I growled.

"So nasty. I'm so fucking nasty. Give me that white dick. Fucking give me it. Use that black cunt. Fuck it Daddy. Fuck it. Fuck it."

The words she used drove me right into that rare space of sexual desire and thirst and hunger and want and need that 99% of the fucks in your life just will not match. Where the world disappears, and your bodies fade into the background, and you're just a cock and she's just a pussy and the need to own each other and take each other and use each other is the only thing in the entire universe. It throws two 21st century people right back to the times when humans were just animals, desperate to fuck to procreate, ignorant of books and knowledge and anything that isn't life or death. We fucked like we were the first humans on earth, and the continuation of our entire species depended on me getting my cum into her. And if that was the case, then we failed.

Because my orgasm was charging towards me, there was nothing I could do to stop it, no power I had that would prevent me from filling that tight little cunt, me and Lola were going to spread the seed of humanity across the Earth, and then Lola said...

"Fucking spray me with it Daddy. Spray that white cum all over me. I want to be covered in it. I want it on me. I want to go home to my mum and dad covered in white man's cum. I want to fucking smell of you."

I mean, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Right?

I pulled out, knelt between her open legs and held my cock tightly as the biggest load I've ever shot fired out of it. It was like every drop of cum in balls needed to be on her. I'm not saying it sprayed like a fire hose, but I watched transfixed as thread after thread and spurt after spurt of thick, creamy cum streamed out of me landed heavily on her face, her tits, her chest, her stomach and her pussy. I watched in disbelief as two or three spurts shot clean over her head and landed on the bed. The orgasm that accompanied such an eruption was as spiritual as you might imagine.

Just as the jets of cum began to lose their intensity, Lola grabbed my cock and roughly pushed the tip of it back inside her, making sure that the last few drops spurted inside her. She held my cock in place there, slowly squeezing and milking the shaft into herself. With her other hand she was already rubbing my cum into her body.

I sat back on my heels and just watched her do it. She worked intently, making sure that every thick droplet was massaged into her ebony skin until the whiteness of it was no longer visible. It was such an intimate and mesmerising act that I'll admit I was a little bit stunned by how willing she was to do it openly with an almost total stranger. It felt like I was spying on something that was very much a ritual to her. She looked up with those beautiful brown eyes and caught me looking at her. Suddenly her whole facial expression change into one that was close to guilt.

"I like it," she said softly. "I don't know why, but I do. I meant what I said about wanting to smell of you."

"You," I said, "Are absolutely fucking incredible."

She giggled and rolled her eyes and lightly shook her head in that way people do when they're communicating 'Oh I don't know about that'.

"You are," I insisted.

"You're not so bad yourself. That was a LOT of cum."

We both laughed, and I lay down on the bed beside her. She immediately put her head on my chest and cuddled into me. I looked down at our bodies, loving the stark contrast between her skintone and mine.

And in that hotel room, with the air hanging heavy with the smell of cum and pussy and sex, with our limbs locked around each other, we both fell into a perfectly delightful sleep.

That wasn't the last time I made the journey down to London to see Lola. As time progressed and we learned more about each other's needs, both sexually and psychologically, we pushed boundaries and tested limits and played with concepts and scenarios that were powerful and complex. It was a truly special time in my life, and I'll always hold dear the memories we created together. Maybe I'll share some of them with you sometime.

What I do know is that I was lucky to meet a girl who was intelligent and graceful and open and spectacularly, incredibly, un-fucking-believably dark and deviant.

Her name was Lola.