I want to explain to you what it was like the first time I performed a fellatio, my first experience with a “blow job”. As I am a proud woman, I had always completely rejected the possibility of sucking a penis. I found this practice humiliating and offensive to the woman, to her dignity. But I had an interesting experience that made me completely change my view on the practice of “blow job”. Today I will share this experience with you, dear sisters from the patriarchy.
Hunting with Rolf
As you already know, I would love to get pregnant by a black man. So with the help and abetment of my husband, Rolf, he and I go “hunting” together. That is to say, we visit places where we know there will be black men, I look at them carefully but surreptitiously and choose the ones that attract me the most. That’s when I tell Rolf what my choice is and he is in charge of making the first approach.
My husband approaches “the prey” with any excuse and strikes up a conversation with him. Then, using prudence and intelligence, he introduces me as if I were his sister. And that is when I take it upon myself to prudently seduce our potential prey until I am able to take him to our house and, once there, take him passionately and relentlessly until I obtain his seed inside, deep inside, my fertile womb. Sometimes it takes us a few days, or even weeks, to get “the prey” to visit our house, but they always end up coming. Rolf introduces me as “his sister” because some prey “escaped us” when we introduced ourselves as husband and wife.
One day Rolf and I went “hunting” in the library of the “Sub-Saharan African Cultural Center” in our city and I immediately noticed a worthy prey: its exotic features immediately aroused my interest and my libido. Thinking that those full lips, eyes, ears, chin and so on could live in my belly immediately left my vagina wet. My pink vulva suddenly began to drip with pure desire there, surrounded by books, between the halls of the library of the “Sub-Saharan African Cultural Center”. So I sent my husband to facilitate the first approach.
The prey
“Bongani,” the name of our prey, was an educated young boy, 26 years old, very cultured and well-trained. He was studying in our city with a scholarship from the government of his country. We invited him to have a drink in a bar and we offered to show him our city well another day. Listening to him speak and seeing the expressions on his face when he talked about his studies, his country, his culture, made my sacred vulva even wetter and wetter, imagining how I would fuck that prey in the bedroom in front of my husband and how my hungry belly would totally take over his sperm, his seed, his exotic features.
I love to fuck the prey in front of my husband, unfortunately some of them sometimes don’t accept it, the fact that my husband is present scares them. In these cases Rolf must withdraw to give us privacy. In fact, as I have already mentioned, some of the preys flee in fear if they find out that Rolf and I are not brothers but husband and wife instead. From the conversation we had, this seemed to be the case with our current prey and my husband and I quickly realized it. At one point Rolf invited him to come home for dinner and Bongani accepted. It was the key moment: when we invite our prey to dinner is when we throw the bait and they usually bite.
In the marriage’s bedroom
That night the three of us had dinner in a relaxed atmosphere, after dessert Rolf left with the excuse of doing his work duties and my dark-skinned lover and I went to the bedroom. We started kissing passionately in the double bed and that’s when I realized that there, on the table next to the bed, was the photo of our wedding, Rolf and I had forgotten to hide it. Unfortunately, Bongani saw the picture and was very scared when he found out the truth. He started to tremble with fear and wanted to leave when he found out that Rolf and I were not two brothers living together but a married couple. He was afraid that Rolf could go crazy with anger at any moment, out of his temper, and cause misfortune. I calmed him down as best I could by telling him that my husband would not come in, that he would be in the guest room without appearing at any time and that we had already brought many lovers home (many “preys” without using that word) and Rolf had never reacted with rage. Even my husband had been present when I made love with those dark-skinned men and he never reacted badly.
I removed the photo and little by little, with kisses and caresses, I managed to calm him down, getting him to lie down on the bed again. I told him: “Trust me, you have nothing to fear.”
Unfortunately, due to fear, his penis had lost its erection and was flaccid and cold. So I used my techniques to get it erect again, techniques I had been learning with all my other dark-skinned passenger lovers, with all my other “preys.” And there Bongani was again lying with his enormous erect penis and I was sitting, straddling him, playing with his beautiful glans, caressing my clitoris and the pink lips of my sacred vulva, which was very wet and dilated, ready to be penetrated again by a huge black cock.
I enjoyed introducing that monstrous penis into my vulva. I enjoyed noticing how that gigantic and hard phallic muscle stretched my vagina to the maximum, so wet and flexible that it received and expelled that enormous cock again and again without stopping. I reached orgasm four times screaming with pure pleasure. We spent the entire night loving each other, him lying face up. I sat astride him, fucking him non-stop, hoping that I could obtain my prize, that I could squeeze out of “my prey” a good stream of hot sperm that would invade my fertile belly to fill it with happiness and pleasure.
But the hours passed and that well-deserved stream of sperm did not arrive. No matter how much I tried, no matter how much I did my part, that well-deserved award still did not appear. My semen-thirsty belly did not receive the reward. So I was, sitting astride him, dominating him like the almighty queen that I am. The walls of my sacred vulva were already starting to feel a little sore after so many hours of making love to my prey without rest.
And I was starting to get angry because I wasn’t achieving my goal, especially when I saw the smile on Bongani’s face, who seemed to enjoy the situation.
-“No, ma’am, no.” Bongani said very seriously, and he continued:
-“You must know that my sperm, my seed, is for my people and only for them, it is for my people and for no one else. I do not plan to give it to anyone other than the ladies of my country and for Africa.”
I looked at him defiantly and surprised and he held my gaze while saying:
-“No Western lady will be able to steal my African seed, my exotic treasure, it only belongs to African women and no one else but them.”
Upon hearing these words I ended up despairing, it was clear that this prey was impossible to defeat. That man had beaten me. Bongani had defeated me and not me him. Well, I was already clear that I would never be able to obtain his long-awaited sperm. The desperation after believing you were sure of your prize, trying non-stop to get it for hours and not achieving it left me very dejected and discouraged. So I gave it up as impossible, I unhorsed his huge penis, I took it out of my vagina and I told Bongani to get dressed and leave.
I considered it impossible, that infinite resistance left me desperate and very discouraged. My sacred vulva was already more than pleased and satisfied, but my divine belly was still hungry and desperate for not having been able to possess that seed. With my spirits on the floor, I covered myself with the sheet while my victorious prey left through the door of the marriage’s bedroom. I felt defeated and ashamed.
Bitter tears
Bongani walked towards the door smiling triumphantly and with high spirits for not having let himself be “stealed” by the sperm, his male seed. My husband heard the door and footsteps, as he did not hear my voice, nor that of my furtive lover, Rolf suspected that something strange was happening and came to our marital bedroom.
As soon as he entered the bedroom, Rolf found me crying bitter tears, they were the tears of defeat. He asked me what had happened and why I was crying.
-“I have been unable to seize his seed. My womb has been left without a prize and is empty. That man has defeated me and leaves this house triumphant, preserving the sperm with which he entered it.” I responded to my husband.
It was then that anger took over Rolf and he went straight towards the front door of our house because he knew that Bongani was about to leave. I feared that the two men would clash.
My husband headed straight towards the exit door in silence, I was behind him. Upon reaching the door he shouted in a firm and tense voice to Bongani: “Hey, you!”…
The boy who already had his hand on the front door handle turned and froze with fear as he saw the anger in Rolf’s eyes. Bongani instinctively raised his hands in fear and pressed his back to the exit door, as if seeking protection. They were endless seconds. But in that short time I understood that I had a second chance. That I had been wrong to give up and that, as a woman, I could still emerge as a victorious wife from that whole tense situation. Agile and fast like a female cat in heat, I knelt at Bongani’s feet, opened the zipper of his fly “zzzzpppt”, took out his big black cock, putting his boxers aside and put it in my mouth without thinking. My tongue circled the glans of his black cock skillfully and passionately. I was moved by an animal instinct that lives in me and pushes me to take over the exotic seed of black men.
It was like a revelation, at high speed I introduced his penis into my mouth and began to suck and lick it non-stop. Although it was once again limp and soft due to fear, it soon began to get harder and harder until it reached the enormous size it had a few minutes ago when it was inside my pussy. At that moment I was not thinking about the fact that I was giving him a blowjob, I was not thinking about rejection or whether or not it was humiliating for me, I was only thinking about taking ownership of that sperm that was mine, that belonged to me and that that man wanted to take away with him inside that big black cock.
With the strength of my head I ended up cornering Bongani against the exit door. I continued pushing my head against his crotch until I managed to fit his entire huge cock into my mouth. His glans slid past my throat and I felt how it slid freely, enlarging my neck from the inside. It was I who, driven by a voracious desire to get MY sperm, imposed the rhythm and depth of the blow job. Bongani was still frightened, with his hands up and not moving, surely still immobilized before the angry look of my husband, Rolf. I continued sucking and licking without stopping, feeling how my mouth slid his gigantic cock frantically in and out of my throat. Until he finally came. Bongani ejaculated a huge amount of warm cum and I wish I could say that I swallowed all that warm gush of his cum.
But it wasn’t like that, I simply couldn’t swallow it because his entire cock was completely inside my mouth and his glans had pierced my dilated throat. So the only thing I felt was like a large jet of hot liquid went down my esophagus until it reached my stomach. But that was not all: immediately a second jet of sperm, even more abundant than the first, emanated strongly from his enormous cock.
My entire esophagus felt warm from those two pleasant jets of hot sperm and that stimulated my tits, making them instantly erect. My stomach was full of hot semen. I felt like I had drunk a huge bowl of hot milk and honey.
It was then, when that man finished ejaculating all his hot sperm inside me, that I managed to little by little and gradually remove his cock from my mouth. A few droplets of semen slipped between the corners of my lips and that made my husband realize that his beloved wife had finally managed to take possession of that black man’s sperm. It was then that Rolf, staring at Bongani, said loud and clear:
-It doesn’t matter how long you manage to resist. Sooner or later she always ends up taking your sperm. In front of every man my wife ALWAYS wins, because she is a GODDESS. Is it clear?
Bongani nodded his head, lowered his hands, put on his huge cock, still slightly dripping with sperm, closed the zipper and left the house, his spirits in tatters, embarrassed and crestfallen.
And there we were, Rolf and I, just the two of us. My husband standing in front of the door of the house and I on my knees still with a drop of our prey’s semen on the corner of my lips. We looked at each other for a few seconds and started to smile and then laugh. I got up and hugged him laughing with happiness: we had achieved it, together, working as a team, we had managed to take over the sperm of another of our “preys” my stomach was filled with his hot semen. We kissed with love and happiness as husband and wife that we are.
With the satisfaction of having achieved our goal, we went to bed, lay side by side, laughing and screaming with pure joy. We talked about what had happened, how we had felt at each moment. I still couldn’t believe that I had done my first fellatio. And I had felt it to be extremely pleasant. There was my belly filled with warm African sperm and my throat a little sore from the pressure of the huge, hard penis. I looked Rolf in the eyes and said:
-Without your help I wouldn’t have made it, if you hadn’t stopped Bongani at the door he would have left with sperm that was mine by female right. This sperm is also yours, my beloved husband, without you I would not have achieved it.
Hearing this Rolf lowered his lips to my belly and kissed it tenderly saying:
-You are a goddess, Heike, it does not matter if our prey’s semen is in your vagina, in your womb, in your mouth, in your throat or in your stomach because your entire body is sacred.
While Rolf tenderly kissed my belly I looked at the ceiling smiling with satisfaction. I thought about everything that had happened. Bongani was an attractive, young, black man with a huge cock. He is very proud and he didn’t want me to take over his sperm but he had a weak point: blowjobs. The blow job was Bongani’s Achilles heel, it was his weak point.
After a week Bongani called us, came home with chocolates and apologized to us. The boy understood that I am a woman and, as such, it is my right to take his sperm how and when I want. That’s how he expressed it to me and he suggested that we go to bed together so that he could lie down, that I could ride him and that way he would ejaculate inside my fertile womb. He also accepted that my husband was in front if that turned me on, even if he didn’t like it. So I took him to the bedroom, laid him on his back, and when his cock was erect and ready for penetration I lowered my head towards it and sucked and licked it to my heart’s content. Bongani was surprised but said nothing.
I continued licking and sucking my young black lover’s huge cock until he ejaculated in my mouth and, this time yes, I could taste and swallow that stream of hot and tasty semen. This time I did enjoy the blowjob, feeling his sperm in my mouth, playing with it between my tongue, my palate and my teeth.
From that moment on I began to love blowjobs and stopped considering them humiliating for us women.
Soon my husband bought me a huge rubber cock so I could practice my oral techniques and thus be prepared in case what happened with Bongani happens again with any other fleeting lover, with any other of our “preys.” We cannot tolerate a black man passing through our bedroom and not leaving his seed in my sacred body, whether in my vagina and fertile womb or in my mouth and stomach.
Since that moment I have sucked dozens of huge black cocks. Every time my vagina didn’t get her precious treasure, my mouth did it for it. And the best thing is that I have enjoyed it happily, like the goddess that I am.
Before starting a blowjob I always make it clear to my passing lover that I am a goddess and must be respected at all times. Furthermore, if while I am giving the blowjob he does something that I don’t like or that I consider humiliating for me, I don’t hesitate to sink my teeth into his cock as a warning and he immediately understands it and corrects his attitude.
Every time I feel like it I swallow my lovers’ hot semen. I enjoy it very much. I love feeling how it enters my throat and slides towards my stomach. Since my entire body is divine, it does not matter the channel through which the long-awaited seed enters it.
After a while, Bongani finished his studies and returned to his country of origin, sub-Saharan Africa. I have a beautiful memory of that boy who, without wanting it and by pure accident, taught me to enjoy blowjobs.
