1. How I became a black cock slut


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Interracial Sex, Author: Roxyblack, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    I’ve always just been an average girl. All through high school and all through college. I married an average guy who was successful in middle management and we lived in an average house in a good neighborhood. We were both working, paying the mortgage and saving some money. Like everything else about me, my body was just average. My tits were a handful, but no more. I was “tight” enough for my husband and he was big enough for me. All of this changed three years ago on Christmas, but I didn’t have the courage to write about it until now – and I didn’t know who to share it with until about a year ago. So, on Christmas three years ago….I didn’t get the usual dress, jewelry, kitchen or business accessory. Instead I got a cartoonish card of a woman with huge tits that were clearly straining the buttons on her too tight shirt, and whose nipples looked like they could put and eye out. There was no writing preprinted on either the inside or the outside. There was only a scribbled note in my husbands handwriting that said, “These are for you, Merry Christmas Trace.” My name was Tracy, but Glen called me Trace. Underneath was a cryptic subscript: “January 6 next year – get the day off.” I assumed that we were going for a day spa get away. We had done this before a couple of years ago. So, with this in mind, I took the day off. On that day I hoped into my car and headed off into the future that I’m writing about now; but I didn’t know that then. I was totally embarrassed when I found ...
    myself entering a plastic surgeons office – one that specialized in breast augmentation! My husband knew that the one thing I always wished I had were bigger tits. My nipples were killer, and my tits were perky, but they didn’t turn any heads. All of that was about to change. The consultation with the surgeon lasted for nearly an hour. We discussed the difference between silicon and saline, and what size might suit me best – and the different insertion possibilities. In the end we opted for the double D’s that would give me a 42 inch bust: a killer rack that would definitely turn heads. The surgery had already been scheduled the next week and in a head spinning two weeks, my world changed forever. In addition, Glen told me that he was taking another job that would move us from Colorado to New York by the end of the month. He had thought of everything. I could come on the scene with my “big mommas” without the embarrassment of all my friends knowing that I had just gotten a boob job. Little did I know that it was all part of an even bigger journey that Glen had in mind for me… We arrived in New Rochelle and rented a small apartment until we finally found a house in the college town of New Paltz, and moved about an hour and a half up state. But it was in New Rochelle where I began my new life. My husband insisted that I go out by myself, but that he would follow me. So we drove to the Galleria in separate cars and he tailed me into the mall. I’m confess that I wanted to show off ...
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