Black female colleague

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The story begins a few weeks ago at the supermarket where I work. Since I was already 20 when I came to the US, I was actually quite influenced by conservative Chinese ideas, such as not liking to hug members of the opposite sex (I mean ordinary friends), not liking to get too close to them, etc. Things that are normal in China are often laughed at in the US. Imagine you meet a friend with his girlfriend, and you go up and hug her and kiss her cheek-to-cheek—in China, wouldn't they fight you?

Because of these cultural differences, I'm always shy and awkward like a little girl, and people often joke about me, saying I'm the legendary "the only one who has never been the first." Base… (Sweating profusely, when I was having sex with beautiful women, those little bastards probably didn't even have pubic hair on their dicks yet~) But after a while, I gradually got used to it~ When they joked with me again, like asking me to come over for the night, I just laughed and agreed. I know they discriminate against Asians when it comes to sex, and it's unlikely they would actually actively pursue Asians (I think this is probably because there are too many Japanese here, and their short dicks have given us Asians a bad reputation)... But yesterday morning, that new black girl came over and asked if I was free that night~ and gave me her phone number. I thought she was just teasing me again, so I didn't take it seriously and casually agreed to go to her place that night. She just said she was going to drink, nothing else~ After working all day, when I finished packing up and was about to go home, I just got to the parking lot, and there was her car there. She drove up and asked me to get in. I thought… She got into the car again, as if playing another prank, and then drove off without a word. This black girl wasn't tall, with big eyes, and was very thin, resembling the image of an African refugee child on TV. She rented a room on the sixth floor, in one of those slums where many black people lived. Like most black people, her room was covered in 50 Cents posters, a complete mess… As I followed her up the stairs, her lively conversation abruptly stopped, replaced by silence, broken only by the occasional sound of passing cars. I didn't know what to say for a moment, my heart was racing, and I realized—maybe something bad will happen today… Although I disliked their contempt for Asians, I had encountered a black woman I could never stand, and I couldn't help but wonder if I could handle it. After all, I'm Asian and she's black… As we talked, she opened the door. It was a simple one-bedroom, one-living room apartment. The living room only had a coffee table, a sofa, and a TV—and the floor was covered in trash. I couldn't help but wonder if this was really a girl's home. After I entered ,

she asked me to sit down, took a dozen Corona beer from the kitchen, and said, "Have some first, I'm going to take a shower. The fan is in the bedroom; if you feel hot, you can go get it yourself." Then she turned and went into the bathroom... When I got to her bedroom, I really felt at a loss. Magazines, dirty clothes, plastic bags... I could hardly see the floor. There was an unwashed bra hanging on the fan, and the blankets and pillows were a mess on the bed. I suddenly realized that I was still a very organized person compared to her. So I started to tidy up her bedroom. I put all the dirty clothes in plastic bags, the trash in another bag, and folded the blankets neatly. At least I made the room look more like a human dwelling... About 10 minutes later, she came out after showering and asked me how the beer was. Seeing my strange expression, I realized that she was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear. Her full breasts could be vaguely seen through the white t-shirt. She smiled and said that she always did this at home because it was too hot, and she would buy an air conditioner when she had time. She casually opened a bottle of beer with her teeth and handed it to me, then took one for herself and started drinking, telling me about her family.

It turned out she didn't have a father; her mother married an elderly Black man when she was 16. She didn't like him, so she started working, renting this room to barely make ends meet. As she spoke, she finished the beer and sat down next to me, resting her head against my chest—seemingly touching a sore spot… When she rested her head against my chest, I instinctively shifted to the other side, but she pulled my arm forcefully, making me sit back. I was at a loss and could only sit back down, truly experiencing what it meant to be helpless. She smiled and asked, "Do you want more beer?" I said no, then told her I had tidied the room for her. Her eyes widened, and she asked, "Really?" She ran to the bedroom and called me over. Thinking something was wrong, I got up and went to the bedroom. As soon as I entered, she hugged and kissed me, saying, "Thank you! It feels much better here." Then she pulled me to the window. The room faces north, so we could see the sunset. Having lived in America for so long, I'd never noticed how beautiful the sunsets were in my city. She took my hands and wrapped them around her waist, then turned around and looked at me with her big eyes. Something inside me seemed to be exploding… I slowly moved closer to her and gently began to kiss her. A few seconds later, my last line of defense completely collapsed… …I held her tightly, and I don't know how long our kiss lasted. My heart was racing, and my breathing was getting heavier, as was hers. I had never had any sex since then except with my own hands, so at that moment I was completely out of control. All the desire I had been holding back was suddenly unleashed. I started caressing her breasts wantonly. Since she was only wearing a loose t-shirt, I easily took it off. We fell onto the bed at the same time, and her hands began to explore my breasts, teasing me as if an electric current was running through me. As he touched my penis, I was already incredibly hard. I started sucking on her nipples and took the opportunity to remove my clothes, gradually kissing my way down to her genitals… Based on past experience, I didn't immediately remove her panties. Instead, I blew air through them, and she started moaning. She began playing with her breasts, and after her panties were wet, I pulled them down halfway and began gently licking her clitoris… She grabbed my hands and held them tightly, her mouth uttering incoherent words. I gradually turned my body towards her… She turned to her side and placed her hand on my already erect penis. She understood and grabbed my penis, played with it for a while, and then put it in her mouth and started sucking... The moment my penis entered her mouth, I felt that all the energy I had accumulated for so long was finally about to be released. There was a feeling I couldn't quite describe. Her mouth was a little cool, but it just felt so good. After maintaining this 69 position for a while, I reflexively started thrusting in and out of her mouth, and my hands were naturally not idle either, starting to tease her clitoris. It wasn't until she pushed me away and coughed that I realized I had gone too deep and penetrated too hard, reaching her throat.

So I rolled over on top of her, and we shared another passionate kiss. She spread her legs, and as we kissed, my penis unconsciously slipped inside her. The moment I entered, she took a deep breath. Thanks to the lubrication from the previous 69, it went in all the way in one go. Then, naturally, I started thrusting, and she began moaning again. I held her close; her petite body felt even smaller in my arms. Her breath tickled my neck. I couldn't believe she was a Black girl; I had conquered a Black girl! After a passionate night of lovemaking, just as I felt I was about to ejaculate, she seemed to have reached her climax. After a slight tremor, she closed her eyes and hugged me... I let her do as she pleased; she seemed content. Her quiet demeanor made her appear pitiful to me. My hands continued to roam over her chest—then I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and I ejaculated inside her. She held me tightly, and we embraced. I almost fell asleep… We kissed naturally, and before we knew it, perhaps from the day's work or perhaps from the intensity of our encounter, we both drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, it was already dark, with twinkling lights outside. Looking at her sleeping face, I gently kissed her. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and said, "Are you awake to go?" I said I wanted to stay there, but she politely declined and drove me home. Watching her car gradually disappear into the distance, a bittersweet sadness welled up inside me… I asked myself if I had truly fallen in love with her?

But then I remembered my grandma's parting words: "Find an American girl, but not a Black one." I chuckled to myself. I thought, "Let fate decide." I'm still savoring this wonderful memory. I'm sharing this with everyone. Actually, Black people aren't as scary as you might think. The time it takes for Chinese people to be satisfied, Black women can be satisfied too. They're human too. It's not really true that several Asian women can't satisfy one Black woman. If you meet a nice Black woman, why not give it a try? Remember to share your experience with everyone after you've tried!

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