Repeat Performances and Intro to Footjobs!

OK, so now its time to stop referring to this as my "Intro to IR Sex"...by this point, the introduction has definitely been made! And while it had been several months between my initiation to black dick and my follow-up encounter, I had a strong feeling it wouldn't be nearly as long until I got more.

I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about it, how easy it had been to just meet this strange black man I only knew online and SUCK HIS DICK! And no one would ever know! THAT was the thought that kept going thru my mind the next coupla days as I reflected back on our encounter and touched myself...

So the weekend after our parking lot oral encounter was Easter and I went home to visit my family. Saturday night I got online there at my parent's house and there "HE" was in our old chat room (lets call him "DOM" from now on, not because it was really his name, but because he worked at a certain pizza place)...naturally he and I started chatting and things got pretty sexual right away.

I was immediately horny just talking about it with him, him talking about how I was even prettier than my pictures and how good I was at sucking his dick. Now, looking back on things, I think he was just being nice because I don't think I was really that great at sucking dicks...yet. I know I've definitely gotten REALLY good at it, but back then? Not so much...of course I was eager, so I guess that might've counted for something...

Anyway, we're talking about sex and I'm totally rubbing my nipples and my clit, and he's like: we need to do that again sometime. And I'm like: "heck yes we do!" And he's like: when you coming back in town?
And the plan was for me to head back after church (and post-church lunch) the next day. He laughed, asking if I had gotten a new Easter outfit...and as a matter of fact I did: a dark blue dress with little pink and white flowers all over it, with sheer pale (nearly white) pantyhose...

Which got his attention, him talking about how he'd love to see me like that, esp in those pantyhose...

OH, and did I forget to mention that he was a foot guy? Just one of the many reasons I felt comfortable with him. See, this is the other dark side of me that had recently been exposed during my initial interracial romp with Courtney: I had a foot fetish.

Honesty, I really had no idea that I did. Of course I had never been remotely attracted to black men either, so...but having Courtney first rub and lick/smell/taste my pantyhose and bare feet had really set off a spark inside me, nearly as strong as my new-found appreciation for black men. Since then I started paying more attention to my feet, even rubbing them before and during when I masturbated. Romneybilt always said feet were yucky/gross and never paid any attention to mine.

So yeah, now that Dom was talking about my dress and pantyhose and legs and feet, I pressed him for more details and what he'd want to do...he said he'd love to give me a foot massage, that he would've done it that night in the parking lot if he hadn't been on break and pressed for time...

Well, I was beyond intrigued and made up my mind right then and there: we made a "date" for SUN night, as soon as I could get into town. And he told me NOT to change clothes after church, that I HAD to wear that dress and those pantyhose...well, OK! I could definitely do that!

So yeah, there I was in church on Easter Sunday, having some very un-Christian-like thoughts about what I might be doing later that day. And after post-church Easter dinner, I did just as he wanted and got right in my car and headed home still in my dress/hose/heels...

I contacted him as I was getting into town and he directed me to a street corner where he hopped in the passenger seat of my car. Yes, I was slightly freaked out that someone would see us together since it wasn't even dark yet. He then directed me to a nearby parking garage, stopping at the 2nd level from the top. I pulled into a spot in the middle, away from any security cameras (his idea)...

I noticed while I was driving that he kept looking over and checking my legs out in that dress and feeling his eyes all over me was making me tingle. Just seeing him again was surreal, thinking about his the last time I'd seen his smiling face I had been looking up while I sucked his dick. "I've had this ugly little black man's penis in my mouth!" I thought to myself. "I've swallowed his semen"...

He put his hand on my knee and told me how pretty I looked, and I felt my nipples go rock hard. He slid his hand up my dress, rubbing my thigh, his rough hand snagging on the nylon. He gently pulled my leg towards and told me to "get them feet up" in his lap. I complied, and was immediately very nervous/anxious...I mean, what if my feet smelled bad and it embarrassed me?

He slipped my heels off and began rubbing my feet very slowly. O M G, it felt great and I couldn't help myself from moaning and squirming a little. The sight my feet in his coal black monkey hands as he rubbed my feet was intoxicating and I couldn't stop staring. My nylons were pale white and very sheer, my hot pink painted toenails and toe-rings showing thru...sheer white nylons show show dirt and dust easier than others, making the wrinkles of my soles more visible...

Eventually he looked around before raising one foot up to his face to...press his nose against my arch and inhale deeply. OK, now THAT was a surprise! Wasn't expecting that! Holy crap, people really *did* get off on the smell of feet! My fear of my feet smelling bad was suddenly gone...

While he inhaled that one foot, my other one was naturally resting on his lap. And on something rock hard I could feel thru the front of his pants! I began instinctively rubbing my foot on that hard lump, causing him to groan as he licked the sole of my foot. After awhile he moved that foot away from his face to join the other one in his lap and I was now rubbing his hard-on with both feet and squeezing it with my toes.

"You aint never done a foot job?" he asked, and while I wanted to explain that Courtney did do some stuff to his dick with my feet, all that came out of my mouth was a grumble as I shook my head "no"

He reached down to unzip his pants and fish his hard dick out thru the opening. I shivered at the sight of it, black as coal and veiny, so hard that it bounced around like a diving board. Yes, I'm pretty sure I licked my lips.

I began gingerly exploring it with my stockinged toes...squeezing the head with my toes, rubbing my arch up and down the shaft. The both of us were just staring down at his lap at the sight of the stark contrast of my pale dainty feet against his rubbery-looking black dick...occasionally he would reach down to guide my feet into more of an up-and-down jacking motion, my soles pressed together with his black dick trapped between my arches...

And I was suddenly aware of something else...and I understand not everybody is into this sort of thing, so maybe skip this paragraph if you think odors are gross or weird or whatever. But, once my shoes were off, I *was* aware of the smell of my feet...not gross like I had feared, but just a faint whiff of perspiration. And once his dick was out of his pants, I definitely caught wind of his musky sex scent. And NOW that I was rubbing my feet all over his dick, those odors were more intense and getting stirred up, mingling into a very primal musky SEX smell filling the car and getting trapped there with the windows up. And it was totally making my head spin!

Eventually, he kept his hands on my feet pressed around his dick and jacking him off...I no longer needed his guidance, but instead began doing myself, causing his hips to buck to meet my strokes. LOL, I realized this was what they called a "FOOTJOB" and I was giving him one! He was mumbling and grunting, his hips picking up speed, until FINALLY he grabbed my feet on one of his downstrokes, so that the head of his dick was pressed against the soles of my feet...he grunted "God...DAMN!" and began squirting against my soles.

(Seriously dude? "G.D" on Easter? I was such a sinner ;) )

Most of it hit my soles, but it was kinda like his dick exploded on the tip, spraying come other places as well...yes, I was in my car the next day with upholstery cleaner, wiping come stains off the seats, dash, door, etc...

Once he was done, I pulled my feet away from his dick and back over the console so I could lean over and put his dick in my mouth to clean the come off of it...and take a few deep sucks on it to drain any remaining seed out of his balls and down my throat.

Afterwards, he was like: "Its yo' turn" and reached over to push my skirt up. He put his hand on the front of my crotch and immediately chided me for wearing panties under my pantyhose. LOL, to this day I NEVER wear panties with pantyhose because of this! He shocked me by RIPPING a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose, roughly shoving his fingers past the opening and inside me...

I wanted to argue that this wasn't necessary, that we'd already taken enough chances with doing a footjob in this parking garage in broad daylight...but he was insistent, since this was our 2nd encounter and I'd already made him come twice! Hey, I appreciated his sense of fair play and to be honest i was way too horny and it felt way too good for me to argue with him too much.

He slid right up against me, tonguing my ear and whispering all sorts of nasty stuff to me while he fingered me. He clearly knew his way around girlie parts, balancing gentle clit-twiddling with more aggressive finger-fucking. It really didn't take me too long at all to have an orgasm under his expert handling of me. Yes, I came again by a black man while white guys were still batting .000 in that department.

Afterwards I drove him back to the corner and he hopped out...I could feel his come dried and crusty on the bottoms of my feet and I knew I was now as intrigued with foot sex nearly (but not quite) as much as I was black dicks.

SO if you're wondering how long I held out before round 3 with him? Er, by the middle of the next week I was meeting him in the middle of the day to find a "safe" place to park so I could suck his dick. And that became a regular thing for me, picking him up on my lunch hour so I could suck his dick. Talk about a refreshing lunch! Sometimes a foot job, sometimes oral, something both. Yes, Dom became my first black "regular" (not the last LOL!)...

This went on, off and on, for over a year. Eventually we moved our act from parking garages and empty parking lots to his little rat-trap apartment in the projects. Once there, we naturally graduated to HIM orally servicing ME, and of course 6ixty-9ining. It was with him that I developed my favorite position of all time the Mandi-Pedi: basically a 6ixy-9ine, only with the black guy sucking my toes/licking my soles and finger me while I suck his dick...

His apartment was SO nasty, just being in it and having oral sex with him made me feel SO SLEAZY! His carpet was crusty and stained, but that sure didn't stop me from getting on my knees to suck him or on my hands & knees to 6ixty-9ine him. We usually stayed in his living room and on the floor or couch...but we occasionally took the action back to his bedroom, which was a bare mattress on the floor. Talk about sleazy! There was more than one occasion where I accidentally kicked over the invariable stack of 40 oz beer bottles beside his mattress!

And over time we acted out many scenarios and fantasies. I thought an interesting one was this time he had me sit on his couch and read the newspaper, still in my work skirt/blouse/pantyhose/heels, while he just watched me and jacked off. I did that thing where I dangled and flopped my shoe on and off of my foot after I crossed my legs and HE LOVED THAT! Put his face down there to sniff my feet, then finished up by jacking off all over my face while I continued to stare at the newspaper...

So I hear you ask did we only just do oral/fingering or did we (surely!) begin fucking as well? To be honest, it just didn't lead to that. A big part of it was me, telling myself that as long as I was just fooling around with him orally (and with my feet), it wasn't as bad as intercourse and I was still technically a good girl. (LOL! right?!?) And from his perspective, he seemed MORE than happy to just keeping things at a foot and/or oral level. I mean, what black guy doesn't like having his dick sucked by a pretty white girl? ;)

BUT...there was this one time.
I had been out with friends and probably had a few too many drinks. I stopped at his place on the way home, and after our usual oral sex, I melted into his dirty mattress and drifted off to sleep (blame it on the red wine LOL!) Anyway, I woke up sometime later with him on top of me and pumping away like his life depended on it! LOL, I'm guessing he was trying to finish up before I woke up (!)...it took me awhile to focus, but once I did, I kicked him off like a bucking bronco at the rodeo!

At some point, our friendship trickled out. I never found out for sure, but always suspected he got a woman and couldn't continue on our foot/oral fun. BUT before he did, he introduced me to a friend and neighbor of his named Louis. Louis was tall/skinny black guy (picture: JJ from good times in his late 30's. How thoughtful was that of Dom to bring in his replacement? And I have plenty of Louis stories, but that's for another time and place... ;)