F451-15 New Orleans

by f451

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Interracial, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Scott and Christie travel to New Orleans so they can indulge their fantasy. Christie wants to experience a black man and Scott wants to watch.

Christie's stomach was hollow as the plane made its approach to the airport in New Orleans. How she came to be here was a long story. It all started when her husband Scott brought home a couple of XXX rated movies for them to watch together. Christie knew Scott liked them and hinted it would be OK. Not hung up at all about sex, she liked it and she wanted to make it really good for Scott. They watched those first movies together and were naked and screwing before the movie was over. The movies had opened her eyes. She hadn't realized that a guy would want to jack off into a woman's mouth or fuck her in the ass. Watching scenes like this gave her ideas. Seeing a woman perform these acts made her think that she could be much more bold and sexy with Scott and he would like it. She began entertaining Scott in bed with messy blowjobs. She surprised him by kneeling on the kitchen floor and sucking him dry in the morning before he went to work. He fawned over her for at least a week after that one.

Other XXX videos Scott brought home were another lesson for Christie. One featured a scene with a beautiful blond star having sex with 3 black men. That wasn't all, the men all had enormous cocks. The girl in the movie had trouble fitting the cocks in her mouth. Christie hadn't known that cocks that big existed. She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have sex with a man with a big cock, to be stretched that tight and penetrated that deep. And the climax of the scene, whew! Christie was embarrassed to find that she was enormously aroused when all the three of those giant cocks squirted their cum in the girl's mouth and on her face. She couldn't imagine being awash in so much semen and having to swallow it. She couldn't help herself. Once she and Scott started to have sex after the movie, she desperately wanted to suck Scott's cock and swallow for him.

They began to watch XXX video regularly. Scott seemed to like the ones that included scenes with a white woman and a black man. Christie liked them too. She found the black men attractive in a menacing sort of way. And her curiosity about those giant cocks was only growing stronger.

Some of the strangest tapes were the bootleg amateur tapes that Scott found. These had scenes that couples or small groups had filmed with hand-held video cameras slapped together with a few titles. Often the participants were not very attractive, but Christie found these tapes to be the most arousing of all. These were real people having sex because they want to. When one of these tapes showed a white woman having sex with a black man and it was obviously her white husband who was doing the filming, Christie thought Scott might be hinting around at something.

Pretty soon Scott got up the courage and suggested they make their own film. Christie agreed reluctantly, but gave a great performance sucking Scott's dick for the camera. She knew what Scott wanted and gave it to him. When she watched the video of herself with Scott's cock spurting cum all over her face and in her mouth, she was struck by the desire in her own face. It made her incredibly hot to see herself covered in Scott's seed.

They both enjoyed filming themselves and did it several more times, but they were coming to New Orleans to try something new. Scott had finally suggested that he film Christie with another man. Christie had taken a long time to agree. She wanted to please Scott, she wanted to provide him with the best sex he could get from any woman. She didn't have moral qualms about sex with another man, she was only worried that their relationship might be affected. She wouldn't admit this to Scott, but she had day dreams about sex with a big-cocked black. She wanted to join the women in the amateur videos in tasting the forbidden fruit. She agreed only if they did it somewhere far away from home. They chose New Orleans because of its sexually charged atmosphere.

Christie finally screwed up her courage and asked Scott, "How will we find the man?"

"I did a little research. There are agencies that will introduce people very discretely. They even check blood tests. It will be perfectly safe."

"Honey, I was thinking, maybe it should be a black man." She was frozen now, having said it, scared of what he might think.

He paused for what seemed like an eternity. He finally spoke. "I think that would be incredible, Christie."

This was quite out of character for Christie. She was a 27-year-old corporate lawyer and quite proper under most circumstances. She was also a beautiful, long legged blond. Scott thought she was prettier than any of the women he saw in porno movies. That's part of the reason he wanted to film her with another man. Now, imagining his blonde wife with a black man, he was as hard as re-bar. That night their love making was frantic and messy. When they finally exhausted themselves, they talked and planned their film.

Scott and Christie checked into their hotel, a charming, old world hotel in the heart of the French Quarter. They had a large room that included a small sitting area with a couch and chair. Scott had arranged to meet a man through an extremely private agency that he found through the Internet. The agency guaranteed that the man had had a recent clean blood test, so it would be safe. They also vouched for his other "talents". Scott met the man in the afternoon and made arrangements for later.

Christie was extremely nervous as she got dressed for the evening. She wore a very light, knit, low cut top and a short, loose skirt with sandals. She wore panties, but no bra.

Before they left the room, Christie wanted to be sure what Scott was ready for. She felt she had to blunt with him. "You're sure this is OK, Scott?"

"Yes, I am. We've talked about it."

She decided she had to be blunt, "I am going to have oral and regular sex with a black man. You're sure?"


"Do you want him to come inside of me?"

"No, but you should do what you want. If you want him to finish inside you, that's your decision."

"Are you sure, Honey? Are you sure it's OK whatever I do?"

"It will be OK no matter what. I love you Christie."

The bar was in character with the hotel, old world New Orleans charming. The bar was bustling, but not so crowded you couldn't move. There was jazz in the background, of course. It was a very upscale crowd, not like you see on Bourbon Street. All the women and most of the men were good looking. At the door, Scott pointed out her partner for the evening. Christie gulped. He was much like Christie had fantasized, tall and vary attractive. There was a knot of fear in her stomach. Christie went to the bar alone and sat down as if waiting. They wanted to play out the fantasy of Christie picking up the man in the bar.

The man came over to Christie. "Hi, my name is Mike. Can I buy you a drink?" A little chill went through her, he had a very sexy voice. "Why thank you. I'll have a ginger ale." They chatted a while about nothing. It was surprisingly easy. The arrangement was that Christie could call it off simply by not inviting Mike up to her room. She fought off her fears. She really wanted to go through with this for Scott. She was sure it would give him great pleasure. She told herself she would be detached, an actress. She gathered her courage. "Would you like to come up to my room for a while?"

Scott followed them up the staircase. It was already sexy just watching Mike's hand on the small of Christie's back as they walked upstairs. Once at the third floor, Scott took out the camera and got film of the couple walking down the hall, unlocking the door and then entering together. Scott unlocked the door and entered also. They were waiting inside for him. "Just do what seems natural." He said, I'll tell you if I want something different. They knew Scott would be the director. Otherwise they would just ignore his presence.

With the camera running, Mike and Christie walked over to the couch. They kissed standing in front of the couch. Then they sat and began to neck, lightly at first. Christie was finding it easy to act the part. She let Mike lead, kissing her face softly, nibbling at her ears. The first time his tongue entered her mouth, she was startled, but then remembered that she had to kiss back. When his hand brushed her breast, it was pleasant. She was glad she didn't feel invaded by a stranger. She was worried she might react that way. Her breasts felt almost naked, the material of her dress was so light. His hand explored the shape of her breasts, hefted their weight and toyed with her nipples. This was very pleasant, she thought. When his hand slipped under her top and cupped her bare breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger, she found it harder to remain detached. Little sighs escaped her lips.

'It's time you checked the bulge in his pants, Honey." Scott directed.

Christie had been thinking about that already. Her hand felt a large bulge there. Mike had a partial erection already. "Is that getting cramped inside those pants?"

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