Adam and Frank sitting in a tree

Big Black Fem Booty  meets his Thin White Cock

Hi, my name is Adam at the time this happen I was 25 years old and had just relocated to Seattle Washington from Petersburg Virginia. I had graduated college with a BA in Chemical Engineering. I was always a chubby guy, standing only 5’7 but weighing 270 I wasn’t sought after by the ladies. I grew up fat only child of a woman that was a Holy Roller. Growing up in a strict religious household left me socially awkward and unfuckable for a very long time.

It was around my Junior year of college that I took control of my eating habits, no more pretty pizzas, delicious double cheeseburgers, mountain of soft drinks, bags of cheesy Cheetos, mouthful of delightful snickers bars or buckets of juicy fried chicken for Adam. Instead I ate, oatmeal and fruit for breakfast and mounds of salad for lunch and dinner.

I found my way to the gym and hit the stationary bike for 30 minutes 6 days a week. I used a collection of leg weights and ad crunching machines to trim as well as shaped the rolls of baby soft fat on my Carmel frame. It was hard work to go rid my body of unwanted flab changing my body measurements from 44-46-48 to 40-38-40. In all I lost 53 pounds.

My complexation is that of warm Carmel or Carmel coffee creamer. I had a short bushy afro, long black eye lashes, brown eyes, fully red lips and a round, shapely virgin ass. From the years of being fat, my skin was incredibly smooth and soft. I rarely drink, don’t smoke, my face was free of pimples and blemishes. I had never tried pot until my I reached Seattle. 

I had no idea what sex was. I would touch myself in the shower allowing my 9 inch cock to swell in my hand. But before I could cum I would feel guilty that God was watching and I would stop. Except for a few wet dreams in my teens I had never orgasm on purpose. It was my Senior year when I had my first homosexual experience.

I remember it well, it was 2:30 in the morning and I had staggered out of my dorm room heading to bathroom to take a piss. Rubbing my eyes, wearing only my orange flip flops and my tight boxer shorts. I made my way to what I thought was an empty stall. To my surprise I opened the door and found on my Jewish dorm mate named Samuel beating his thick white cock while seated on the stall smoking a cigarette and I presume taking a shit. 

I was shocked first of all, so I guess that’s why I stood in the doorway for several seconds too long staring at Samuel short white cock. With my mouth open no less. Samuel blew a stream of smoke towards my face and asked, “You plan to close the door or you want to try my kosher dog?”

I shook my head no and closed the door, entered the next stall and went back to bed. Nonetheless that image was burned into my head. As the year progressed I was aware my sexual urges were beginning to form. But I was way to frighten to engage them. After graduation I aced an interview that landed me a job in the green and spacious Pacific Northwest.

For the first time I was had to afford to live by myself in a small one bedroom apartment on the fifth floor of a building in what I came to find out was the unofficial gay section of Seattle. When I look at my soft Carmel skin in bathroom mirror I don’t see a ladies man. I see a man that would rather be a lady.

Living by myself allowed me to experiment with waxing my legs and shaving my body hair. I bought my first butt plug and white dildo by mail, I was too ashamed to get them from the Adult book store a few blocks from my home. I even bought my new set of underwear through the mail. Everything Victoria’s Secret had to offer that parted my ass cheeks and made my oversized phat Carmel ass a prize one should shower with their tongue, kisses and hard sweaty cock.

My living room window face out towards another 5 story apartment building and I would frequently walk around my home in panties and a tight T-shirt. Not thinking about if in the other building could see me. It was only my third week of work that I met Frank. Frank was thin, stood 6’2 , white, 36 years old, divorced and had been working at the company for nearly 10 years.

Every time Frank and I interacted he had a twinkle in his blue eyes. We would see each other at the snack machine and politely make small talk. But each time it seem Frank would find a way to somehow rub against me or brush against my delightfully round bottom. Each time Frank would smile and mutter how sorry he was. I was confused at first, nonetheless I found myself aroused with every touch.

It was during a lunch break I had gone down to the snack bar to snag a salad and green tea when I saw Frank eating alone at a table near the stairwell. I sat down at his table smiling and Frank’s eyes light up and he fishes one out by saying. “I see you eat a salad every day. You not into hot beef?” I could have shut it down but I played along by saying “I don’t know, never tried it. Think about it, more and more each day.”

When I said it, I felt dirty, a bit shamed but very, very sexy. Frank grinned as he chewed his sand which, he washed it down with a gulp of soda and replied. “I am in search of a quality beefeater to savor my wares. I think you are interested and I want to allow you to interview as a taste tester.”

My thoughts were racing and before I could say no way, I replied with glee. “Interview? What shall I wear?” Frank leaned forward and whispers. “The same sexy panties you walk around your apartment wearing, don’t forget that tight pink T-shirt or that loose fitting black one.” I was in shock I went from feeling slutty and sexy to feeling like I was being stalked by a serial killer.

Frank must have noticed the shock, confusion and fear that passed across my face as he leans forward. Softly he whisper. “It’s not like you think. You stay at 3468 Sunrise Lane, I stay 3467 apartment 5h. My building is across the street from yours. I can see you from my living room window and what I see looks lovely.”

I leaned by in my chair, attempting to process Frank’s words. He went on to say “I know it sounds creepy. But you have a kick ass body. Look I’m divorced and have never had gay sex. But when I see you in those panties I beat off thinking about your red lips wrapped around my long white cock. Is that so wrong?”

I sat there with my mouth open just like in my Junior year of college. I was forced to make a choice and my choice was YES. I slowly shook my head no and it was time I took control of my sex live. I cleared my throat and told Frank. “I live in apartment 5B, come over around 730pm. And if you can shave off your pubic hair I will like that.” With that I smiled and went back to work.

I could not wait to get home, like most people in Seattle I rely on Urber or Lift to get me to and from, it takes me 25 minutes to get home. I close my curtains and quickly strip of my clothes heading to my bathroom. Inside I glance at the clock it read 604pm, I find two enemas and I go through process of cleaning out my anal track. The warm feel of an enema makes my shaven 9 inch Carmel colored cock rises like homemade bread.

It takes my 32 minutes to properly clear my virgin asshole of waste and prepare it for entry. I glance at the clock it read 636pm. I ran myself a warm bubble bath and I soaked myself in vanilla and lavender bath oils for well over 15 minutes. I glanced at the clock and it read 651pm. I used the shower head to rise the bubbles off my baby soft frame.

Using a mixture of coco butter, baby oil and coconut oil, I lather myself down from head to toe. I head to bedroom and pull out a white pair of lacy panties, then I look at my black butt plug. I insert the small starter cock before, allowing the tight white panties to hug my fat Carmel ass cheeks. I pulled the loose fitting black T-shirt over my torso and head toward my kitchen. I find my white dildo in the dish washer. I pull it out and pull it under warm water making sure it’s free of my anal residue. I place vanilla extract behind both ears, down my neck and around my virgin anal fruit.

I glance at the clock at it reads 707pm. I open my curtains to unveil myself to Frank. I prance in front of my living room window holding and licking the white dildo, wearing white panties, with a 4 inch black butt plug humming in my ass pussy. After about 10 minutes I began to wonder if Frank was even home, self-doubt creeps in I question if I made a huge mistake.

Then my buzzer rings, I move my hips and get to the intercom, I say. “Hello?” Frank replies, “Open up, I am a bit early.” I quickly buzz Frank in, I leave the door slightly cracked where Frank can just walk in. I head back to the living room window and close it for privacy. 

As I lean over my sofa to close the blinds, Frank enters and he lets out a long whistle before saying. “My, oh my, oh my. Is all that pretty brown ass for me?” I look over my shoulder smiling and replied. “It’s fit for a King to bury his face in, kiss it, caress it, then breed it slow.”

Frank heads my way with a surprise he ask. “Have you ever had a pot cookie before?” I shake my head no, Frank opens the container and breaks off two pieces of a great smelling oatmeal cookie. He walk over and pulls me close enough to grab hold of both my ass cheeks. He dangles the cookie out of his mouth and lowers his face toward mine.

I had no clue want to do, but I could see I was the woman in this situation. So I went with the flow, I stood on my tippy toes so my lips could met Frank’s. He kind of fed me the piece of pot cookie like a mother feeding a baby bird. I didn’t need to chewed the delicious oatmeal cookie, it sort of melted in my mouth as Frank’s hands roamed all over my body. When his lips touched mine, my mind explored in various colors.

I don’t know if it was the pot cookie or just lust. But when Frank’s voice turned heavy with desire and said. “You don’t need that white dildo tonight. Come get some of this white dick. You know you want it, tell me you want.” Frank’s hands on my shoulders push me to my knees.

I unzip his pants and his thin white snake sprung free, smacking me in the face. I unbuckle Frank’s grey slacks and allow them to hit the floor. I was face to face with my first cock and I whisper to Frank. “I want your dick, I want it so bad.”

I use my hands to steady the base, Frank’s big purple mushroom sat on a 9 inch stalk. I place soft kisses on the tip of Frank’s cockhead before taking the first two inches in my mouth. I had been practicing for this since I got my 10 inch white dildo in the mail 4 weeks prior.

Every time I practice sucking on my pretend cock it was for this moment. Frank moans as my pink tongue does its dance around the peephole. I take more of Frank into my greedy mouth. All while my 4 inch butt plug was driving me wild.

 My sucking grew louder, I want to suck the meat off his bone as Frank grabs my head and begins shoving hot white cock down my helpless throat. I was his fuck hole and Frank was drilling my mouth but I didn’t want him to cum yet. No Frank had to eat my Carmel cakes first. I force his hands away from my head so I can back his thin hard cock out of my throat. Frank looks down and moans. “What? What are we doing?”

I stand up and rely. “You want to take my virginity, then you have to eat this booty.” I head to my sofa and go doggy style, the white panties firmly hold my fat Carmel ass cheeks in place. I feeling on the 4inch butt plug and the pot cookies had my cock hard and ready.

Frank slaps me rough on the ass and I moan. He rubs my soft lady like ass and states. “My ex wife was black and she had a phat ass like yours. But she never let me put dick in it. She let her black boss fuck her bow legged, but not me. When I look at this pretty brown ass in front of me I know I will have it calling my name.”

Frank rips off my panties like a Viking claiming his prize. I could feel Frank placing soft, wet kisses all over my fleshy ass cheeks. He long tongue licks my crack as his right hand finds my cock. No one, I mean no one had ever touch my dick before. I PURR like a kitten to his touch. My hips begin to roll as Frank removes my rear of its friendly black butt plug.

Frank looks down at my living room table to find lube and condoms. He states, “I like a person that is always prepared. Were you a boy scout?” I moan , “No, no. I was kind of in a religious cult growing up.” My words was lost after one thrust of white cock up my sweet tight asshole. Frank’s cock enters my virgin asshole and for the first few seconds I felt pain has that thick bone made its way up my exit ramp.

Once the pain stopped, the pleasure started. Frank leans over my back so he can continue to jerk me off. I grind my fat, Carmel thighs back into his white pelvis like a mountain lion in heat. I could feel Frank’s tongue in my ear as he whisper.

“You like that white dick don’t you?” You like that dick fucking you like a bitch?” I moan.” You like that fat black ass don’t you? Your bitch wife, didn’t fuck you like I can, did she? Frank must have like my words because he pulled out and sat on the sofa so I could straddle his thin white cock. My phat CARMEL ass devoured his cock as I rode his dick cowgirl style. We kissed our tongues did the dance, our lips sucked on each other’s neck. I shot my first load ever all across Frank’s hairy chest and belly.

After I cum I climb off Frank and rip the condom off his throbbing cock. I rub his white dick all over my sweat face. I suck it, allowing Frank’s hard and sweaty to plunge deep into my throat, I wasn’t stopping, This was it, I felt Frank was ready to explode. I chicken out of swallowing his load that night. Instead I left his shoot it across my face and hair. 

That was a year ago. Frank and I now run a medical marijuana club for discrete male nudist. Business is so good we quit our day jobs. My sex life is %100 on the right track. I have had my first 3some and 4some with Frank. He likes that I wear panties around our home and he gives good head. Live is great