Interracial Matters - Tamzin's Story

The engine was still running as she sat parked in her Ford Focus in the hotel car park staring ahead deep in thought. Tamzin was still unsure, still uncertain the she was doing the right thing. Most other women in her place would describe what she intended doing as sheer madness. It was, she had to admit that, but there was something inside driving her onwards. Most other women would be screaming at her ?Go. Just drive off and go?. What is that saying about fleeing from the devil? Her own thoughts were telling her to go; her own thoughts were telling her to flee but there was something else inside her driving her. Something else that made her want to ignore all the voices and switch off the engine and step out of the car. He was there waiting for her; inside the hotel foyer sat the man she had met on the internet three months earlier. The invisible figure chatting to her from behind her computer screen for all this time was now before her. He recognised her instantly, as he should have done, having already exchanged photographs. She recognised him also and smiled nervously back at him. The tall American black male was quickly to his feet; quickly in front of her and quickly taking hold of her hand as he kissed her on the cheek. She couldn?t hear his words as he held onto her hand firmly; it was almost as if he had mesmerized her. He spoke again as he put his hand around the small of her back and led her away. ?The dining room is this way,? he told her in a deep American south accent. She was still dumbstruck as she sat down in the seat he had pulled out for her. She was also still hearing those voices telling her that she should flee; flee from the stranger before her. Strictly speaking he wasn?t a stranger; it may have been the first time she had met him in the flesh but she had got to know him quite well over these past few months. Sometimes, because of the anonymity, it?s far easier opening up to a person behind a computer screen; you can divulge things to them that you might never even dream about discussing with a person face to face. Abe had always been easy to talk to. That?s what first attracted her to him. Nearly all other men she had encountered in chat rooms had put her off immediately. Opening lines such as ?What are you wearing?? and ?Is it bushy, trimmed or shaved?? repulsed her. Abe had been different. ?How?s your day been?? he had asked her. As it so happened, it had been a shitty one. It was the wrong time of the month for starters; her boss had been bitchy all day and she was sick of being alone. Max, her husband, had been working abroad for over six months now. She missed him. She missed male company. ?It?s been shit,? she fired back at him with heavy depressions on her keyboard. ?These days come to pass,? he wrote back. He made her smile. Words were exchanged back and forth for almost half and hour. She felt much better after getting things off her chest and she felt good at having been able to chat with a male without repulsive questions being asked. He was waiting for her the next evening and this time they chatted for over an hour. From then on it became a regular routine. Every time she logged on an email was there waiting from him and she would sign in to the chatroom and talk. Abe became the male company that she needed and missed. It didn?t take too long before their chats istanbul travesti and emails turned to sex; it was inevitable really. ?You need a man,? he had told her one night, feeling he had got to know her well enough to make such a remark. ?I know,? Tamzin replied. ?I could always come over. I could take time off and come and visit.? She went silent. ?Still there?? ?Yes.? ?Thinking about it then?? ?It?s tempting to say ?yes?.? ?Give in to temptation.? ?LOL. I can?t.? ?Why?? ?I?m no longer on the pill; stopped taking it when Max went off.? This time Abe went silent. ?You there?? ?Yes. Adjusting myself.? ?Adjusting yourself?? ?I have an enormous erection.? ?How come?? ?Imagining fucking you right now. Filling that fertile womb of yours with my seed.? It was Tamzin?s turn to go silent. ?You there?? ?Yes. Just thinking.? ?About what?? She went silent. ?You would enjoy it.? ?Would I?? ?I?ve done it twice before. Those ladies enjoyed the best sex ever.? ?Twice?? ?Huh huh.? ?Girls like me?? ?Huh huh. White. Married.? ?Married?? ?Huh huh. One with her husband?s approval and one without.? ?Fuck. Why did they do it?? ?They both got turned on by the social and cultural taboos of getting pregnant by a black man.? Tamzin went silent. It was her turn now to imagine Abe fucking her. ?Interested then?? ?Yes.? She hurriedly typed before quickly signing off. Tamzin went to bed early that night. She had fuel for thought as she slipped under the duvet with her well used vibrator. Abe was waiting for her the next night as usual and after chatting for a few minutes he sent her a couple of pictures of himself. One fully dressed and the other showing the naked lower part of his body. He was tall and handsome and he was also muscular; she was immediately attracted to him. ?And that is yours, is it?? ?You mean, the cock?? ?Yes.? ?It?s all mine, all eleven inches of it. And I really do enjoy sharing it.? Tamzin stayed silent. ?Impressed?? ?Overawed. Much too big for me? ?I?m very gentle.? They chatted a few more minutes and then after a bit of persuasion she sent him a picture of herself taken on a beach in Portugal and then took a selfie of herself naked from the waist down. He told her that she was very beautiful and that Max was a lucky guy. He also told her that she had a lovely pussy. ?I?d like to own it.? ?Own it?? ?Huh huh. Own it so it was mine to do what I wish with it.? ?And what would you do with it if I gave it to you?? ?Use it for my pleasure. Show it off to my friends; maybe even share it with them.? ?Share it!? ?Huh huh. As I own it, it?s mine to share as well.? ?Not sure I would like that.? ?But it would be mine to do with as I wish.? Tamzin went silent again. ?You there?? ?Yes. My... it belongs to my husband though.? ?Does it? Does he really treat it as if he owns it?? ?No.? ?It?s yours isn?t it? You have the choice who you share it with, who you let see it, who you let touch it and who you let receive sexual pleasure from it.? Tamzin went silent. ?You need to let a real man own it.? ?A man like you?? ?A man like me. I would take very good care of it; very, very good care of it.? ?But you would give it away to others.? ?Give it to me and you would get the fullest of pleasure from it. Unimaginable pleasures from istanbul travesti it.? Tamzin curtailed their chat. She needed release, a fire raged within. Abe wanted her sex. There was nothing new in men wanting her sex but with Abe it was different, he wanted to own it. A fire raged within; she wanted to give it to him. No. Actually she wanted him to take it. She didn?t want to simply hand over her sex she wanted it taken from her. A waiter suddenly appeared with their menus and her thoughts were curtailed. They made small talk over their light lunch. There were too many people around them to say what they really wanted to say. That was another advantage of online chatting; you could say whatever you wanted, shout it out even and there was no one to overhear. No one to listen in to conversations: conversations that would be intimate and sexually explicit. Half way through her meal she excused herself and went to the ladies cloakroom. On her return her mobile phone pinged indicating an email message. It was from Abe. ?I?m having difficulty in controlling my erection. It wants to get at that pussy of mine!? He smiled at her from the other side of the table. Tamzin felt that fire raging again but once again those voices were telling her to flee. After lunch they retired to the lounge for coffee; it was small and quiet with just an elderly couple sat in a far corner by a window. They now had time for quiet conversation. ?Is it back to your home now?? Tamzin smiled nervously. She had already told him over recent weeks just exactly what she wanted to happen when they met up and how she wanted things to happen. Tamzin had been quite explicit, having got carried away with lust. ?I?m... I?m not sure.? She sensed his disappointment as he reached across and rested a hand on hers. ?It?s a big step to take, I know, but it will be okay.? She looked up at him and noticed the old couple looking at them. She knew what they were thinking. ?Black man, white married female in a hotel.? The man had a look of disgust on his face but she couldn?t be sure about her. There was a look of shock but also one of ?I wish I was thirty years younger and that was me.? ?It?s... not the sex... it?s the...? ?Baby making?? Tamzin nodded. ?I could get some...? She smiled. ?You said yourself that they break on you.? He smiled. ?I never saw her again after that. I always wonder...? ?You?re terrible, you are.? He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. She knew what was making her ignore all those voices of reason. He had already gone into detail about why he enjoyed the sex so much knowing that he might make the woman pregnant. Abe had been in the delivery room with one of the women he had made pregnant; he and the woman?s husband. Both of them sat at either side of the bed holding a hand and comforting her. The nursing staff looked on in disbelief. ?I?m... I?m not sure.? ?Look let?s go back to your place and we can talk about this properly,? he said glancing up at the couple who were still staring at them. Tamzin knew that it was a wrong but she still stood up and led him out of the hotel to her car leaving the other couple wondering what was going on. It was only a short journey. As she drove Abe rested a hand on her thigh, resting where the tops of her stockings met her suspender straps. ?There?s istanbul travesti nothing like knowing that a woman is wearing stockings for you,? he had once told her. ?Always gives extra impetus to putting more effort into fucking her.? Tamzin glanced at his groin. Giving a man like Abe extra impetus could prove very dangerous. Abe kept his hand there the whole journey, surprising her. Men she had known in the past had always wanted to venture beyond. Some had been drawn to lifting the hem of the skirt or dress she had worn and others to slip a hand under it. Abe remained motionless as he chatted along the way. It made her nervous; a man like Abe doesn?t hold back. He was still holding back ten minutes later when they sat down in the kitchen having a coffee. Tamzin sat opposite him holding her mug tightly. He smiled at her and nodded at her hands. ?Holding on tightly, hey.? She smiled nervously. ?Still unsure?? Tamzin nodded. ?Is there anything I can say or do that will help you make your mind up?? She shook her head. ?Well I am here for another few weeks so there?s no immediate rush.? She smiled. ?In the meantime do I get to see you in a set of those clothes I got for you?? Abe was referring to some t-shirts and knickers he had bought for her from an online interracial sex clothing and accessories shop. The white t-shirts had slogans written in black like ?I Love Interracial Sex? and similarly, knickers with black print saying ?Black Cock Only?. ?You?ve seen them already,? Tamzin told him. ?I wore some for you and sent you some selfies.? He smiled. ?I was hoping to see you wearing them in the flesh.? Tamzin felt nervous once again but she could feel that stirring inside again. ?If... if I did it doesn?t mean that...? ?Of course.? She remained seated for a few moments then finished her coffee. ?I?ll be down in a few minutes.? Tamzin took out a bag from the back of her wardrobe. After a few minutes she selected a t-shirt saying ?Black Cock Wanted? and a pair of knickers saying ?I love Black Cock.? Moments later she had stripped out of her clothes and put Abe?s clothing on. She was still admiring herself in the wardrobe mirror when Abe appeared in the doorway. She gasped quite audibly. ?It?s okay,? he said reassuringly as he stood in front of her. ?You look...? She avoided his stare. Abe reached out and brushed back some strands of her light brown hair. ?Where are the cuffs I bought?? Tamzin turned and looked at the bag on the bed. Abe stepped past her and dug them out of it. She did nothing to stop him from unlocking then and then guiding her hands behind her back. She was vulnerable now. Hands bound behind her back and almost naked. He led her to the bed and sat down on the edge while she stood in front of him, just inches away. There was silence for a short while; silence except for the sound of their breathing. Tamzin started down at the ground while he stared at her groin. ?You were going to give me this today weren?t you?? He said as his fingers reached out. The touch of his fingers against her cotton covered sex sent a surge of excitement shooting through her. ?Please don?t go any further,? she thought. ?I won?t be able to stop you.? His fingers ran up and down the furrow between her labia lips. ?Do you remember what you wrote to me about taking you?? She sighed. Tamzin remembered it well. She had been fired up with lust. ?I was reading it over and over again last night,? he told her. ?I will probably say no when we meet up, you wrote. I will probably say that I can?t go through with it but I want you to ignore me. Ignore what I say and just go ahead and do it.