Blackballed in the Mall

Blackballed From (or in) The Mall by Mrs K. Hi, I'm back! I hope you don't mind but I thought I'd take a moment or two to tell you about my latest adventure. For those of you who don't remember I'm a 32 year old married white female who within the last year or so has developed an interest (to put it mildly) in interracial sex. I'm 5'3" with dark hair and dark eyes. I hope this doesn't sound conceited, but over the years I've been led to believe I'm rather attractive. Before this adventure began I had 36-24-34 measurements, but as I type this I'm six months pregnant by my best friend's fiance, an exciting young black man named Jamal. And although I'm not overly large yet, I'm definitely showing. As for my husband's reaction to a black baby in my womb, well, to tell you the truth I'm still working on that. He's definately not the wimpy submissive kind, so I'm certain the domination type thing I've read about in some of these stories won't work. He has however, expressed more than a passing interest in watching me have sex with other guys from time to time so that's the angle I'm working. A lot of times we'll fantasize about other men while we're having sex and the results are usually great. One night I took a calculated risk and manoeuvred our mutual fantasy across the proverbial color line. The results were even better than I expected! Now whenever we fantasize about another man, he's ALWAYS black. A couple of days ago he actually admitted that he wants to see me with a black man. He knows how much the idea excites me, so now I constantly tease him by sizing up prospective lovers in his presence. I'm sure it's just a matter of time before I'm engaging in my favorite sexual activity with my husbands knowledge and approval. But enough of that. I'm sure you're not interested in HIS conversion so let me tell you about MY last trip to the mall. It started out innocently enough. I was shopping for baby stuff for my best friend Cindy, who is nine months pregnant and ready to deliver any time. Normally I wouldn't have stopped at this particular mall, because it's one of the places that Jamal always took Cindy and I to get us laid. As I look back, it was kind of embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet exciting. Before I started to show, Jamal would have me, actually us, dress up as sexy as possible and then take us out to show us off. Cindy and I would respond by giving the patrons a cock-hardening show. Wearing our shortest and tightest mini-dresses and skirts we would parade around like two bitches in heat, allowing Jamal to fondle our tits and asses in plain view of everyone. He would french kiss first one of us and then the other while everyone (some approvingly, some disapprovingly) looked on. We usually reacted by rubbing his chest or his cock through his pants for all to see. Since my nipples are considerably more pronounced than Cindy's, he particularly enjoyed bringing them to attention as we walked through the mall. Over time the three of us did practically everything except screw right there in the open. We were usually rewarded for our efforts though. In fact, if he didn't take us out to Cindy's van and fuck us silly himself, he would find another guy or two (usually black), to do that for him. Fortunately for me, this mall is located in a part of town where no one I knew ever frequented. But anyway, here I was dressed in a loose fitting sun dress strutting my stuff and feeling kind of sexy. Okay, I know what you're thinking: most pregnant women don't feel sexy. Fortunately I'm not big enough to really feel BIG. And at this point I'm not physically uncomfortable either. I know that's gonna change, but for now I'm just gonna enjoy it. Besides, I recognized a few of the people passing by. Undoubtedly some of them remembered my slutty actions with Jamal and knew there was a little black seed growing within my belly. I suppose it was sort of a confirmation that I actually WAS having sex with him. For some reason I guess that was a turn on for me too. Another thing I've noticed at this stage is how men tend to react to pregnant women. Especially if they think you're promiscuous. I'm certainly used to guys coming on to me but now it seems as if they're bolder than usual. I guess it's that confirmation thing again, I don't know. Regardless, it doesn't take a whole lot to turn me on. Especially when I know for certain that the guy looking me over wants to feel his cock deep inside of me. Ooooh, I get horny just thinking about it! Anyway, since I'd been walking all day, I decided to sit down for a moment and rest. With my shopping bag in hand I moved to a little courtyard area located along the main side of the mall. Since I wanted a little privacy I found located a restaurant type booth near the back so I could stretch out a little and put my feet up. Fortunately there wasn't a table, so I had plenty of room. With my back to the general population, I didn't notice anyone around until a tall athletic-looking black man sat down on the bench beside me. At first I was a little annoyed because I couldn't put my feet up, but I couldn't help noticing his well-built physique. He was about 6'2" with a swimmer's build. All he was wearing was a sleeveless blue shirt and loose-fitting athletic style shorts. I smiled my hello but otherwise said nothing. As fate would have it, he was another one of those people I'd seen here in the past and I couldn't help wondering if he'd caught my act before. Since my sundress was a little bit shorter than most, it was riding pretty high now that I'd sat down. Silently he looked down at my over-exposed legs. He then glanced over at my braless tits. As expected, my nipples were standing out proudly. Needless to say he could see I was interested. At first we just sat and made small talk but it wasn't long before he steered the conversation toward sex. Needless to say, I was more than a little nervous. It was obvious what he wanted and to tell you the truth, I wanted it too. Jamal was in Detroit on business and as a result I hadn't seen him, talked to him, or more importantly, had sex with him for over a month. And although it was true I'd had sex with strangers before, it was always at Jamal's insistence. I had never been out "looking for it" on my own. As far as seduction was concerned, this guy was an expert. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted. When he saw me rubbing my sore ankle, he offered to do it for me. After a moment of thought I went against my better judgement and agreed. He carefully leaned over, removed my shoe and then lifted my foot over to his lap, guiding it softly into contact with his cock. Instinctively my breathing quickened as he massaged my foot with an expert touch. "You have beautiful legs," he told me as his hands drifted up to my calf. "Thank you," I replied. "You're married?" he asked softly. "Yes." "First baby?" "Uh huh," I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. "I'll bet he's very proud of you." "I hope so." By this time I was strangely relaxed. Not to mention aroused. I was enjoying the touch of his hands against my leg and he knew it. His next question however, caught me off guard. "Is he black?" he inquired. "No," I gently pulled my foot away. Although I already knew the answer to the question I was about to ask, I still felt compelled. "Why?" "I've seen you before around here. You were with another couple." He was obviously referring to Cindy and Jamal. At this point he edged closer. Cautiously he placed his hand on my knee. "Yes," I hesitated briefly as his hand moved up to my thigh, "We're friends." "I'd say you were more than just friends." "Cindy and I are best friends." "And the brother?" "He's our lover," I heard myself whisper as his hand disappeared under my dress. "I see," he nodded as he slipped his free arm around my shoulder, "And the baby?" "It's his..." "Where is he now?" "Detroit." "How long?" he eased closer. "A month." "So you haven't had it for at least a month?" "Had what?" I feigned innocence. "This." With that he pulled me close and pressed his lips passionately against mine. At the exact same instant his other hand touched the crotch of my soaking wet panties. Being careful to apply just the right amount of pressure, he began rubbing my pussy through the fabric. I responded by pressing my sensitive breasts tightly against him. I could feel the flesh of our legs rubbing together. Instinctively my hips began to move. For some reason when the kiss ended, I glanced down at his lap. I was startled to see the very tip of his cock edging out of the leg opening of his shorts. He then guided my hand to it and as he kissed me again I began absentmindedly stroking it. In the meantime he reached around the elastic of my panties and began fingering my pussy as well. Although anyone could have walked over and caught us, I was too turned on at this point to worry about it. Fortunately everyone else was sitting near the entrance to the mall and we were alone near the back of the room. With our backs still facing the front of the room, all anyone could see from that angle was an interracial couple from the shoulders up, engaged in a rather passionate exchange. I'm not sure how long this continued, but just as I was on the verge of orgasm, I felt my friend's body suddenly stiffen up and shudder. At almost the same exact second I became aware of a strange warm sensation on my upper thigh. I glanced down just in time to see a large stream of come spray from his cock and land on my thigh. I don't know why, but for some reason I aimed his penis directly at my pussy and watched with fascination as he fired the remainder of his load at the crotch of my panties. After squeezing out the last drop, this stranger I didn't even know suddenly pulled his penis back inside his shorts and stood up. He quickly grabbed my hand and began leading me out. "What?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he answered abruptly. With a brisk step he lead me out of the courtyard and into the mall, never once letting go of my hand. It was all I could do to keep up with him and although I was afraid to look, the sperm on my thigh felt like it was beginning to run down my leg. Meanwhile he lead me through one of the major department stores and into a door marked "Authorized Personnel Only". Once in the warehouse area we took a freight elevator to the third floor, above the actual store. At an almost urgent pace he lead me past countless pieces of merchandise until we reached the far end of the warehouse where the bedding and mattresses were stored. As he searched through the stack of mattresses my apprehension soon turned to anticipation. When he finally found the one he wanted, he tossed it on the floor between two rows of boxes. This time there was no small talk involved, He simply told me to kneel in the center while he stood in front of me, dropped his shorts and exposed his meat. That was when I got my first real look at his cock. And it was huge! Even bigger than Jamal's! Carefully I leaned closer and enclosed it with my lips. Unfortunately, I couldn't get much more than the head of it in. But it was a monumental turn on to feel it stiffen up inside of my mouth. Instinctively I tried to swallow it all, but that was out of the question. Instead I resorted to plan B, which meant I would use my talented tongue and soft full lips to bathe his rod with affection. Whoever says black men don't get good solid erections has obviously never met this guy. His cock was every bit of eleven inches long and hard as a rock. As it stood out proudly, I reached around and took his tight little butt in my hands. With my tongue I traced hundreds of intricate little trails on the sensitive underside, occasionally running just my lips down his shaft before taking it in my mouth again. In the meantime I could feel his strong hands caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I was fully expecting another wad of sperm when out of the clear blue sky he pushed me away. "I want that pussy!" he announced urgently. Needless to say, I was willing to comply. With that, he gently eased me back onto the mattress. This time there wasn't even any kissing. He just bunched my dress up around my waist, peeled off my panties, then crawled between my knees. His penetration was masterful. Little by little he began working it in and before long, I was soon moving my hips in rhythm to his strokes. When I was comfortable with his cock, I slipped the spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulders and exposed my sensitive breasts. Somewhere along the line he had removed his shirt, so I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up, pressing my titties against his powerful chest. It was then I noticed there was a large mirror just to the left of our makeshift bed. I don't know if it was there by chance or design, but nevertheless it provided a great view of our contrasting bodies writhing together. "Does that feel good?" he suddenly asked. "Ummmmmm," I moaned, "Do you have to..... ooooooohh, Ask?" "Then give it up, baby! Give me that tight little pussy!" On that note he suddenly impaled me with the full length of his shaft. It was a feeling so intense that it actually took my breath away for several seconds. What followed was unbelievable. Not only did this man know exactly how and where to touch me, he also had the stamina of a bull! Never before had I had this much cock sliding in and out of my pussy and I LOVED IT! It was all I could do to keep from screaming out with pleasure. All I could think about was the sensations emanating from my pelvis. Actually I do remember thinking that if I wasn't pregnant I could probably give him an even better ride. After what seemed like forever I finally achieved my first well deserved orgasm. In fact, I had two in rapid succession. As he increased the pace of his thrust, I increased the pace of my counter-thrusts. I don't suppose I can say I was really mating with the guy since I was already with child but we were definately one flesh... one body... one mind. As far as I was concerned, he was MY stud and I was HIS slut. Wave after wave of orgasm flooded my body. Certainly I'd had multiple ones before, but nothing like this. After what seemed like forever he finally announced he was coming. I reacted by arching my back to receive him even deeper. Although at the time I wasn't particularly worried about possible damage, later on was a different story. With a loud grunt, he finally came, filling my vagina with what felt like a gallon of sperm. My own final orgasm wasn't but a second or two behind as our bodies convulsed together in unison. When he was finally finished, he pulled out his cock and plopped down on the mattress beside me to catch his breath. "You're one hell of a fuck," he eventually stated. "Only the best," I smiled. After a few minutes of rest, my mysterious lover announced that he had to take a leak. He quickly gathered up his clothes and left, promising that he'd be right back. In the meantime, I too fixed my clothes and straightened my hair. Patiently I waited for his return, but after about twenty minutes I realized he was gone for good. Again I straightened my outfit and snuck out of the store. Well, the rest of the afternoon wasn't quite as great. When I came to my senses long enough to remember I'd left my purse and my packages in the courtyard I went back to retrieve them. Upon arrival I was met by two security officers and the mall's general manager. He pointed to a small security camera in the back of the room and informed me I was being blackballed from the mall for lewd behavior. Me? Lewd behavior? Go figure. 7642 1.38/512345