Seduced By Tony, A Young Alpha Black Male.

First a little about my background. I am Jewish, active in my temple and volunteer for various community organizations. I am married. He?s a good man. Yet there is no passion left in our marriage. Our temple runs a summer camp, where black youths from the city come to experience the wide-open country. Good kids. They just need a break from the city. For the last ten years, I have managed the program that hosts inner-city children, working with an inner-city organization.Michael has been my counterpart in the black youth program. A strong man, attractive in his mid-fifties. He is also married. Yet, I have had no sexual desires for Michael. In the last four years, I have had two affairs to try and satisfy my sexual needs. Both men are from the temple. These affairs are stories for another time. The kocaeli escort secret passion is exciting yet it's still vanilla sex. And then there is the guilt. Heck, I am Jewish. I feel guilt at hurting their wives, one who I work with often. Yet, every month comes around and I need my secret passion.I digress.A year before the pandemic (funny how we mark time using the pandemic), I was working with Michael at the camp. I've been alone with him many times in the past. I trust him.We were getting the camp ready for the youth camp. All the other volunteers had left. I was in one of the cabins and asked Michael if he could help me with a heavy box. He came into the cabin, and I sensed there was a difference with him?just a feeling. He moved the box and while I straightened one of darıca escort the bunks, I felt him close behind me. Too close. I froze. What was he doing? His hand stroked my hair. My brain was sending warning messages, yet I could not move. Or didn't want to move. He moved his arm around my neck, firm but not overly tight.He whispered that he knew I needed him. In a low deep voice, he said, ?Admit it, you need my black cock!?I felt his hot breath on my neck. His other hand wrapped around reaching for my breasts. Squeezing one, he whispered, "Mmmm, soft little Jewish breasts."My nipples were hardening. He felts them. My body gave me away. He said, "Yea gurl, I knew you want this."Was this really happening? What did I say or do to encourage him, to lead him on?He gölcük escort removed my blouse and bra. They fell to the floor. His strong hand squeezed my breasts, while the other hand released my neck and ran down to my jeans. I realized my eyes were closed. I opened them and saw his dark black hands touching, squeezing, caressing my white skin. What a powerful image. He felt my inner thighs and pussy through my jeans. I am wet. Very wet. My body was already submitting to this man. He squeezed and grabbed my pussy. I moaned. That was all the signal he needed. I was soon naked. Still standing with my back to him. At this point, I haven't seen his body or face. He turned me and stepped back. His face was strong. Not like the man I have known and trusted for many years. He didn't smile. For a moment, I realized I could run past him, yet there was no one in the camp. He reached for me, putting pressure on my shoulder, guiding me onto my knees.He undressed, and I felt a deep hunger. I felt a strong need. In a weak and soft voice, I said," I need you, Michael."