What's really nice about having my own page is that I can write in much more (graphic!) detail about my sexual experiences, both with Tom and other men. Recently I mentioned on the 'Discussion' page that I had fulfilled a long-standing fantasy of being thoroughly buggered by a well-hung black man, so I thought I'd tell you what happened. (This is especially for all the women who've wondered what it feels like to have a big, black cock, shining with saliva and lube, push its way slowly into your tightest hole!)

It happened when Tom and I took up an invitation from a couple we've known from university, Samantha and Alex, to spend a week with them at their cottage on the Scottish coast. Because Samantha works for a bank and had to attend a meeting in Paris on the Friday morning, we arranged that Tom and I would fly up to Glasgow airport on the Friday afternoon, Alex would meet Tom and drive him to their home, while I would wait for Samantha (I call her Sam) so that we could have a girly night out and then follow on the next day. Sam was on expenses, so she took care of booking hotel rooms and made a reservation for dinner before we hit the nightlife.

I met her at the airport. She looked fabulous as usual. Very business-like in a suit, but still very, very sexy: knee-length grey skirt and fitted jacket, and a white lycra top leaving no doubt about the size and firmness of her (very big) boobs. Her hair was tied up and she wore steel-rimmed glasses. As she came into the arrivals hall I noticed two good-looking guys falling over themselves to help her with her suitcase and bag. The advantage of breasts like hers, I suppose: never carry your own luggage again!

In the taxi to the hotel I asked if any of the men she worked with were good-looking enough to fuck. "God, yes, especially my boss. Most of last night, in fact…" and we both burst out laughing. "Lucky bitch," I giggled, "No wonder you're smiling like the cat who got the cream." More giggles. Then just small talk, but the ice was broken.

In Samantha's hotel room she ordered a couple of bottles of wine and we opened them, lounging on her bed drinking and feeling relaxed, happy to see each other. After about half an hour and a bottle of wine, the conversation turned to sex.

She asked me, "Would it turn you on to watch me fuck Tom?"

I almost choked on the wine I was swallowing, but her outright enquiry was sort of titillating.

"Yes." I said, looking straight at her. "A lot. I can't explain why, but partly it's because he's doing it for me too. It's like he's fucking two women, one physically and one psychologically."

"Mmmm." Sam didn't really say anything, just sort of sighed.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking about Alex shagging you."

"Nice?"

"Very."

"But there's something else too," I added, taking a deep breath and wondering whether this was the right thing to say, "One of the reasons I want to watch you and Tom together is because you turn me on too."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Her eyes met mine. "You're pretty bi aren't you," she said, with a slight smile.

"Are you?"

"I don't know. But that's kind of why you're here." Samantha looked embarrassed; not a facial expression I'd really seen before. "Fuck, Emma, the idea turns me on like mad. Not that half-baked, still-looking-at-the-cameras, we're-not-really-dykes-you-know stuff you see in porn films, but really full on cunt-to-cunt girl sex. But I've never actually done it."

"Not at school or university?"

"Not really. My best friend and I frigged each other off when I was about 14 and didn't think much of it, and a girl tried to snog me when I was a student but that was dreadful because she was a real witch. But the thought of it still really turns me on." She paused. "Especially with you."

"So I'm here for a dry run?"

"Well," she smiled, "Not too dry I hope!"

"Are you wet?" I was loving this, because now I was in control and Samantha was just plain horny.

"Touch me"

"Where?"

"I don't care. My tits, my cunt. I don't care, just fucking touch me."

I slipped my hand up her thigh and into her panties, which were sopping. Her cunt was shaven apart from a small patch of soft fluffy bush at the top and her lips were slippery with cunt-oil. She moaned and threw her head back as I slipped a finger into her slit, rubbing the ball of my hand against her swelling clitoris. She kissed me hard and fell back on the bed, with me on top of her. I couldn't keep fingering her in that position but we ground our panty-clad mounds together, steadily growing hotter.

I jumped up and began tearing off my clothes, closely followed by Samantha who beat me to full nudity and lay back on the bed with her legs apart, masturbating furiously, her fingers actually slurping in her cunt. After pausing to suck and chew on her huge pink nipples, I moved down her belly to pleasure her sex. Determined to make her come I really went to town on her puss, thrusting my tongue into her cunt-hole, flicking it up to her hard clit, sucking on her lips, massaging the pink puckered rim of her arsehole; all the tricks in the book.

And they worked. She went wild. Bucking her mound into my face, grasping my head and pulling me into her pussylips, masturbating herself on my mouth and tongue, begging me to finger her cunt and arsehole, pinching her own nipples, even slapping her own tits at one point. Eventually my poor tongue just had to give up or else I feared that I'd have lingual cramp for ever, so I slid up her body and we kissed, our tits pressed together as I finished her off with my fingers (two, increasing to four at the end). We were absolutely covered in sweat when her orgasm finally died away and it took her several minutes to get her breath back.

"What now?" I asked. "A shower?"

"Yup," she said. "Then dinner. Then…um…more playing at being lesbians? I think I need to try that again just to make sure I really like it or not…"

"Cheeky bitch."

We showered together, and then went down to dinner. During the meal, among much naughty talk, Samantha asked me something.

"Emma, do you and Tom have an open relationship?"

"Um, I guess. How do you mean?"

"Well, Alex and I have an open relationship. We have sex with other people. No questions asked. Not often, but if we need to."

"Oh, I see. Well Tom and I have sex with other people, but together, if you see what I mean."

"So you wouldn't have sex with a man if Tom wasn't there?"

"Where's all this going Samantha?"

"Weeeeelll, it's just that Eric, you know the black guy I told you about? Well, he lives in Glasgow now..."

"Oh no, Samantha," I said, laughing. "I really don't think so."

"Oh come on Emma," she leaned very close to me and whispered, "Ten inches. Ten inches of thick, black cock. Just think about it…"

Eric, who was half Nigerian, had been Samantha's boyfriend before Alex. The relationship had broken up when his family arranged a marriage for him. The marriage never happened but in the meantime she met Alex who was very tolerant of her regular trysts with her old boyfriend and the two became close friends even to the extent that, when she got married, having been living with Alex for years, he decided to make their wedding night very special. For Sam that involved spending most of the night sandwiched between her new husband and Eric. Alex's pleasure, I suppose, was watching his blushing bride, still wearing her wedding dress, being fucked and sodomised by a hugely endowed black stud.

But even though my first instinct had been to say no, I could think of nothing more exciting than to see Samantha on all fours with a huge black prick thrust up her bottom, and the prospect of taking a large black cock in my rectum was making me seriously horny as well.

Samantha made a quick call and we went to a club where we'd arranged to meet up with Eric and his cousin, who was called Marcus. They were both absolutely gorgeous and I realized I would find it difficult to get through the evening without committing at least one lewd act with one of them. I phoned Tom on his mobile and told him what Samantha was planning, asking him not to tell Alex but to let her do it. Tom was definitely turned on by the possibilities and wished he was with me so he could witness whatever transpired.

Eric, naturally enough, was all over Samantha, who certainly didn't seem to resent the attention. But Marcus was making a play for me, big time, something guaranteed to turn me on. He was tall like Eric, but, being 100% Nigerian, he was darker skinned. He was born in London but worked for a solicitors' firm in Glasgow like Eric. The music was Salsa-ish and so Marcus got plenty of opportunity to feel me up during the dancing. Our moves became more and more amorous and eventually we found ourselves in a darkened corner of the club, me straddling his lap, my panty-clad mons rubbing over the ridge of his thick cock.

What a body! 22, jet black, shaven headed, with muscles in places I didn't know existed. He was wearing a white vest top and baggy cotton trousers. As I sat on his lap and his hands caressed the curve of my buttocks, I let my hands run over his naked shoulders and down his powerful arms, feeling the contours of his muscles, then stroked his chest and felt the tiny hard points of his nipples beneath his vest.

"Fuck you're horny," he whispered in my ear, "I want you, Emma."

"I've got a boyfriend," I whispered back, licking his earlobe.

"I know, but he's not here."

"That's not the point," I said. The point was that my boyfriend probably had a pretty good idea about what was going on, but I didn't mention that because I wanted Marcus to think I was a cheating slut, not just a slut. "What about your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Haven't got one," he said, kissing the slopes of my boobs. "Not since last week anyway. Oh come on, I'm so fucking hot for you."

I suppose this fed my ego. After all, here was this 22-year-old black Adonis wanting to get into my panties when all around were hundreds of teenage, big-breasted blondes who would have jumped on his cock without a thought. I may only have been a few years older than him, but I was older all the same. Without thinking I reached down between my legs and rubbed the outline of his hard prick.

"It's yours," he said, reaching up to caress my breasts and tweak a hard nipple. "Emma, you are so sexy, please. I want to make you come."

"Where can we go?" I asked breathlessly, powerless to resist.

"Follow me."

He led me through to another bar with fewer people in it then along a corridor to a cloakroom/toilet. He told me to wait for him and he ducked inside. After a couple of seconds he came out, took me by the hand and before I knew what was happening we were both inside a locked cubicle.

"You've shagged here before, haven't you?" I asked him.

"No, but I always use this loo 'cos it's quieter," he smiled, "I'm susceptible to 'bashful bladder' in crowded toilets."

The toilet, I have to say, was very clean. No piss on the floor, but maybe it's just the dirtiness of toilets per se that was getting me going. Marcus undressed me gently, kissing my breasts as he unclasped my bra, hanging all my clothes on the hook on the door. When he uncovered my boobs he even let out a little "Oh wow!" and fastened his mouth to my nipples so it took him quite some time to get to my lower half.

He was really doing amazing things to my breasts, squeezing them together to try to get both engorged nips into his mouth. While he was doing this, I unfastened my skirt and removed it. Marcus dropped to his knees and pulled my panties down very slowly, gasping as he saw my bush and then burying his face in my sex and licking me hungrily. It was good but my legs were like jelly. I settled my cunt onto his face, almost sitting on him for support. When at last he came up for air his face was glistening with my cunt oils.

I was impressed. We'd been making out for a good twenty minutes and he still hadn't got his prick out. However, the kind of slutty mood I was in I'd have gladly sucked him off and let him bugger me without the preliminaries. Standing up, I pulled his vest top off over his head, kissing his hard nipples, then reached for his belt buckle. He took down his trousers and boxer briefs in one motion, stepping out of them, and we stood facing one another, naked apart from my 'fuck-me' pumps and his Sprocket Hackers.

Marcus kissed me and I reached out to touch his penis. I hadn't looked at it yet, almost as though I didn't want to. It was rock hard to my touch and so thick I couldn't make my fingers meet around its girth. I reached for his balls, nice big low-hanging ones, and gently stroked my fingertips over the swell of his balls up the underside of his prick to the circumcised, juicy head. He gasped. Good, I thought, obviously nobody had given him the feather treatment before. I did it again for a while before sinking to my knees and sucking him.

His prick was magnificent. A huge column of hard flesh, ebony from root to glans, his balls and pubis clean-shaven. I kissed the head, licking around the huge glans with my tongue before letting my lips travel down the shaft. I felt slutty, unbelievably turned on, sucking a big black dick in a toilet cubicle in a nightclub. I'm not ashamed to say that I wanted him to fuck my mouth, to take hold of my head and shove his huge cock down my throat, but that didn't seem to be his style. After several minutes of the best oral attention I could muster, Marcus said that he would come if I didn't stop. I stopped, although at that moment what I really wanted was to taste his thick cream spurting into my mouth.

Feeling still very dirty indeed I asked him to turn round, and when he did I parted his chiselled ebony buttocks and kissed his anus, then rimmed him. It was fairly obvious from his reaction that he had never been rimmed before. It was equally obvious that he loved it. I turned around, bending over, and asked him to fuck me. What surprised and delighted me was that he first dropped to his knees and rimmed me!

His cock felt huge in my cunt, and very, very good. I saw the surprise register on his face when I turned my head and asked him to bugger me and he even began to say, "But I've never-" He'd obviously seen porn movies though because I felt his saliva drooling onto my itchy anus and then his finger as he worked it into my rectum. His cock was very wet from my vagina, but it was tough going with a dick as big as his (bigger than Tom's). If I'd been anally inexperienced we'd have had no chance using only spit and cunt-oil for lube.

It was still slow going as he entered my arse, but we finally reached that point where I could feel Marcus's huge testicles against my cuntlips. My bottom has rarely felt so stretched or so full (well not from one cock anyway!). He was fucking my rectum in slow strokes, so I thrust my bottom back onto his shaft, sucking his big black dick into my bowels. He got the message and picked up speed. I came quickly and he realized that what he was doing was doing the trick. Then he really started buggering me hard, just how I wanted it. I could hear noises outside the cubicle and although I barely cared, I wondered whether the guys outside knew a woman was being sodomised feet away from them. I imagined being outside the cubicle, men watching me being sodomised by a virile black man.

Marcus came hard up my bottom, squeezing my breasts as he filled my bowels with his sperm. As he withdrew I turned and took his (still large) penis into my mouth, licking the sperm from the black shaft and tasting my anal funk. He sat back down on the loo seat and I straddled him, aware that his come was dripping from my distended anus. Gently, he rubbed the muscle of my well-fucked sphincter, as if teasing out the come, and we kissed.

Well, to cut a long story short, Samantha and Eric had already left the club so Marcus and I went back to the hotel in a taxi. After showering together he spent ages rimming me before thrusting his slippery prick into my bowels once more, thankfully this time with the use of plenty of lube (I never go anywhere without a buttplug and lube!).

This second buggering was much longer, and harder. Getting a sense of what turned me on, as he sodomised me Marcus whispered about his "big nigger prick in my white asshole" and by the time he erupted into my bowels a second time he was slapping my buttocks and telling me how he wanted to see me sucking on another big 'nigger tool' while he buggered me. All this, combined with the quite amazing sodomy, was making me come like crazy, and by the time he collapsed exhausted, his huge cock still filling my ass, I was just a speechless, spasming heap beneath him.

But not for long. We changed places and while Marcus lay on his front, getting his breath back, I sat astride his powerful buttocks, aware that the oils from my cunt and the sperm from my ass were drooling into the crack of his butt. I leaned forward and kissed his shoulders, letting my hard nipples brush gently over his back. Then I kissed and licked very slowly down the depression of his spine, kneading the thick ropes of muscle either side. I finally reached his tailbone and spent a long time licking him there until he was desperate for me to lick downwards into his crack.

Kneeling between his legs, I parted his muscular buns and begin to lick up and down the cleft between his buttocks, tasting the funky mix of my cunt juices and Marcus's rectum-tinged come, fresh from my asshole. I located the puckered knot of his anus and flicked it with my tongue, thinking how dirty I was. I tasted his sweat and his maleness and thrust in my tongue, eager to taste the walls of his musky asshole, but he was too tight, nervous about a girl playing with his asshole, his male cunt. He shifted onto his back and I pushed his knees up and he took them in his hands, eager to feel my tongue rimming his hole once again.

First I paused to suck his prick, hard once more, and then returned to rimming him. I lubed my fingers and rubbed his anus, feeling the hard flesh of his butthole softening as I manipulated it, licking the underside of his huge cock from balls to crown as I did so. My buttplug was to hand and I stood up and walked forward, my feet either side of his body and then squatted once more, my furry cunt inches from his face. I slipped the buttplug into my vagina, grinding it between my slippery lips, then offered it to him. Marcus licked it greedily, hungry for my sex.

Taking pity on him, I lowered my pussy onto his face and allowed him to lick me for a while. Then I lubed the buttplug in my cunt once more and returned to playing with his anus. My fingers were liberally lubed and the plug wet. Gently I pressed the rounded tip into the core of his black anal ring and pushed gently, telling him to push too. He moaned as the plug entered his back passage, stretching his asshole, and finally his sphincter, stretched and shiny, popped closed around the bulb, gripping the collar. I played with his bottom by pulling the plug a little way out from his anus and let it be sucked back in again. Remember, I am an expert at this.

I could tell from the throbbing hardness of his prick that Marcus was very turned on. So I pulled the plug right out and he gasped. But he gasped louder when I brought the butt-plug to my mouth and licked the smooth bulb, tasting his rectum, before I returned it to his slackened anus. After several more minutes of anal play, I left the plug in his asshole and, with my feet either side of his chest, slowly lowered my bottom onto his hard prick, knowing that the extra stimulation would guarantee a huge load for my greedy back passage. And so it proved, he came almost immediately, arching his back and thrusting his hips up, impaling me on his huge, hard, climaxing cock as I shivered and shook in orgasm.

Perhaps I shocked him when I levered myself off his prick and, still squatting over his groin, squeezed out the slippery mass into the palm of my hand and saw him watch, fascinated, as I slurped it up. What the hell, it was too good to waste…

But the best sex of that wonderful week was not being buggered by Marcus, nor the pleasure of finger-fucking Sam while I sucked on the warm, perfumed flesh of her breasts. It was on the Saturday afternoon at Samantha and Alex's, when I was in bed, alone with Tom. We were naked, masturbating one another. I was telling Tom in lewd detail all the naughty things I had done with Marcus and I felt the incredible hardness of his cock as he could feel the syrupy wetness of my pussy. I was also telling him how I wished he could have been there, either in my fantasy situation in the toilets, watching me take a succession of black youths in my bottom and mouth, or as it in fact happened later in my hotel room; that I wished he could have been there kissing me, stroking my breasts as Marcus sodomised me. And he told me that he wished he'd been there too, to feel the arousal in my hard nipples with his own lips, to taste the musky sweetness of my excited pussy, to taste my bowels on my black lover's enormous prick, to hold me tight as Marcus filled my bottom with his sperm, and finally to suck his cream from my gaping bottom.

When I was too aroused to go on, Tom buried his face in my cunt and licked me, almost making me come, and then I pulled my knees back by way of invitation. Tom licked downwards towards my anus and tongued me there. He was kissing, licking, sucking and rimming my wanton hole, which hours earlier had been stretched beyond belief by a huge black phallus, trying to thrust his tongue into my rectum still awash with my young black stud's sperm. Then he reared up to kiss me and I felt his prick touch the sensitive rim of my anus. I said something that I only ever say to him, and to no one else, "Make love to me, darling."

As Tom kissed me, he gently lubed my tingling ass-pucker and I gasped as his prick entered my bottom and filled my bowels. He buggered me like only he can, wrenching an orgasm from me in what seemed like seconds, biting my nipples and sucking my breasts as he sodomised me with deep strokes. Before he eventually came, I had an orgasm so intense I actually wept tears.

So there you are, a little memoir of my time in Glasgow. Oh and remind me next time to tell you about the foursome Tom and I enjoyed with Samantha and Alex…that was quite an experience, even for me!

What's really nice about having my own page is that I can write in much more (graphic!) detail about my sexual experiences, both with Tom and other men. Recently I mentioned on the 'Discussion' page that I had fulfilled a long-standing fantasy of being thoroughly buggered by a well-hung black man, so I thought I'd tell you what happened. (This is especially for all the women who've wondered what it feels like to have a big, black cock, shining with saliva and lube, push its way slowly into your tightest hole!)

It happened when Tom and I took up an invitation from a couple we've known from university, Samantha and Alex, to spend a week with them at their cottage on the Scottish coast. Because Samantha works for a bank and had to attend a meeting in Paris on the Friday morning, we arranged that Tom and I would fly up to Glasgow airport on the Friday afternoon, Alex would meet Tom and drive him to their home, while I would wait for Samantha (I call her Sam) so that we could have a girly night out and then follow on the next day. Sam was on expenses, so she took care of booking hotel rooms and made a reservation for dinner before we hit the nightlife.

I met her at the airport. She looked fabulous as usual. Very business-like in a suit, but still very, very sexy: knee-length grey skirt and fitted jacket, and a white lycra top leaving no doubt about the size and firmness of her (very big) boobs. Her hair was tied up and she wore steel-rimmed glasses. As she came into the arrivals hall I noticed two good-looking guys falling over themselves to help her with her suitcase and bag. The advantage of breasts like hers, I suppose: never carry your own luggage again!

In the taxi to the hotel I asked if any of the men she worked with were good-looking enough to fuck. "God, yes, especially my boss. Most of last night, in fact…" and we both burst out laughing. "Lucky bitch," I giggled, "No wonder you're smiling like the cat who got the cream." More giggles. Then just small talk, but the ice was broken.

In Samantha's hotel room she ordered a couple of bottles of wine and we opened them, lounging on her bed drinking and feeling relaxed, happy to see each other. After about half an hour and a bottle of wine, the conversation turned to sex.

She asked me, "Would it turn you on to watch me fuck Tom?"

I almost choked on the wine I was swallowing, but her outright enquiry was sort of titillating.

"Yes." I said, looking straight at her. "A lot. I can't explain why, but partly it's because he's doing it for me too. It's like he's fucking two women, one physically and one psychologically."

"Mmmm." Sam didn't really say anything, just sort of sighed.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking about Alex shagging you."

"Nice?"

"Very."

"But there's something else too," I added, taking a deep breath and wondering whether this was the right thing to say, "One of the reasons I want to watch you and Tom together is because you turn me on too."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Her eyes met mine. "You're pretty bi aren't you," she said, with a slight smile.

"Are you?"

"I don't know. But that's kind of why you're here." Samantha looked embarrassed; not a facial expression I'd really seen before. "Fuck, Emma, the idea turns me on like mad. Not that half-baked, still-looking-at-the-cameras, we're-not-really-dykes-you-know stuff you see in porn films, but really full on cunt-to-cunt girl sex. But I've never actually done it."

"Not at school or university?"

"Not really. My best friend and I frigged each other off when I was about 14 and didn't think much of it, and a girl tried to snog me when I was a student but that was dreadful because she was a real witch. But the thought of it still really turns me on." She paused. "Especially with you."

"So I'm here for a dry run?"

"Well," she smiled, "Not too dry I hope!"

"Are you wet?" I was loving this, because now I was in control and Samantha was just plain horny.

"Touch me"

"Where?"

"I don't care. My tits, my cunt. I don't care, just fucking touch me."

I slipped my hand up her thigh and into her panties, which were sopping. Her cunt was shaven apart from a small patch of soft fluffy bush at the top and her lips were slippery with cunt-oil. She moaned and threw her head back as I slipped a finger into her slit, rubbing the ball of my hand against her swelling clitoris. She kissed me hard and fell back on the bed, with me on top of her. I couldn't keep fingering her in that position but we ground our panty-clad mounds together, steadily growing hotter.

I jumped up and began tearing off my clothes, closely followed by Samantha who beat me to full nudity and lay back on the bed with her legs apart, masturbating furiously, her fingers actually slurping in her cunt. After pausing to suck and chew on her huge pink nipples, I moved down her belly to pleasure her sex. Determined to make her come I really went to town on her puss, thrusting my tongue into her cunt-hole, flicking it up to her hard clit, sucking on her lips, massaging the pink puckered rim of her arsehole; all the tricks in the book.

And they worked. She went wild. Bucking her mound into my face, grasping my head and pulling me into her pussylips, masturbating herself on my mouth and tongue, begging me to finger her cunt and arsehole, pinching her own nipples, even slapping her own tits at one point. Eventually my poor tongue just had to give up or else I feared that I'd have lingual cramp for ever, so I slid up her body and we kissed, our tits pressed together as I finished her off with my fingers (two, increasing to four at the end). We were absolutely covered in sweat when her orgasm finally died away and it took her several minutes to get her breath back.

"What now?" I asked. "A shower?"

"Yup," she said. "Then dinner. Then…um…more playing at being lesbians? I think I need to try that again just to make sure I really like it or not…"

"Cheeky bitch."

We showered together, and then went down to dinner. During the meal, among much naughty talk, Samantha asked me something.

"Emma, do you and Tom have an open relationship?"

"Um, I guess. How do you mean?"

"Well, Alex and I have an open relationship. We have sex with other people. No questions asked. Not often, but if we need to."

"Oh, I see. Well Tom and I have sex with other people, but together, if you see what I mean."

"So you wouldn't have sex with a man if Tom wasn't there?"

"Where's all this going Samantha?"

"Weeeeelll, it's just that Eric, you know the black guy I told you about? Well, he lives in Glasgow now..."

"Oh no, Samantha," I said, laughing. "I really don't think so."

"Oh come on Emma," she leaned very close to me and whispered, "Ten inches. Ten inches of thick, black cock. Just think about it…"

Eric, who was half Nigerian, had been Samantha's boyfriend before Alex. The relationship had broken up when his family arranged a marriage for him. The marriage never happened but in the meantime she met Alex who was very tolerant of her regular trysts with her old boyfriend and the two became close friends even to the extent that, when she got married, having been living with Alex for years, he decided to make their wedding night very special. For Sam that involved spending most of the night sandwiched between her new husband and Eric. Alex's pleasure, I suppose, was watching his blushing bride, still wearing her wedding dress, being fucked and sodomised by a hugely endowed black stud.

But even though my first instinct had been to say no, I could think of nothing more exciting than to see Samantha on all fours with a huge black prick thrust up her bottom, and the prospect of taking a large black cock in my rectum was making me seriously horny as well.

Samantha made a quick call and we went to a club where we'd arranged to meet up with Eric and his cousin, who was called Marcus. They were both absolutely gorgeous and I realized I would find it difficult to get through the evening without committing at least one lewd act with one of them. I phoned Tom on his mobile and told him what Samantha was planning, asking him not to tell Alex but to let her do it. Tom was definitely turned on by the possibilities and wished he was with me so he could witness whatever transpired.

Eric, naturally enough, was all over Samantha, who certainly didn't seem to resent the attention. But Marcus was making a play for me, big time, something guaranteed to turn me on. He was tall like Eric, but, being 100% Nigerian, he was darker skinned. He was born in London but worked for a solicitors' firm in Glasgow like Eric. The music was Salsa-ish and so Marcus got plenty of opportunity to feel me up during the dancing. Our moves became more and more amorous and eventually we found ourselves in a darkened corner of the club, me straddling his lap, my panty-clad mons rubbing over the ridge of his thick cock.

What a body! 22, jet black, shaven headed, with muscles in places I didn't know existed. He was wearing a white vest top and baggy cotton trousers. As I sat on his lap and his hands caressed the curve of my buttocks, I let my hands run over his naked shoulders and down his powerful arms, feeling the contours of his muscles, then stroked his chest and felt the tiny hard points of his nipples beneath his vest.

"Fuck you're horny," he whispered in my ear, "I want you, Emma."

"I've got a boyfriend," I whispered back, licking his earlobe.

"I know, but he's not here."

"That's not the point," I said. The point was that my boyfriend probably had a pretty good idea about what was going on, but I didn't mention that because I wanted Marcus to think I was a cheating slut, not just a slut. "What about your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Haven't got one," he said, kissing the slopes of my boobs. "Not since last week anyway. Oh come on, I'm so fucking hot for you."

I suppose this fed my ego. After all, here was this 22-year-old black Adonis wanting to get into my panties when all around were hundreds of teenage, big-breasted blondes who would have jumped on his cock without a thought. I may only have been a few years older than him, but I was older all the same. Without thinking I reached down between my legs and rubbed the outline of his hard prick.

"It's yours," he said, reaching up to caress my breasts and tweak a hard nipple. "Emma, you are so sexy, please. I want to make you come."

"Where can we go?" I asked breathlessly, powerless to resist.

"Follow me."

He led me through to another bar with fewer people in it then along a corridor to a cloakroom/toilet. He told me to wait for him and he ducked inside. After a couple of seconds he came out, took me by the hand and before I knew what was happening we were both inside a locked cubicle.

"You've shagged here before, haven't you?" I asked him.

"No, but I always use this loo 'cos it's quieter," he smiled, "I'm susceptible to 'bashful bladder' in crowded toilets."

The toilet, I have to say, was very clean. No piss on the floor, but maybe it's just the dirtiness of toilets per se that was getting me going. Marcus undressed me gently, kissing my breasts as he unclasped my bra, hanging all my clothes on the hook on the door. When he uncovered my boobs he even let out a little "Oh wow!" and fastened his mouth to my nipples so it took him quite some time to get to my lower half.

He was really doing amazing things to my breasts, squeezing them together to try to get both engorged nips into his mouth. While he was doing this, I unfastened my skirt and removed it. Marcus dropped to his knees and pulled my panties down very slowly, gasping as he saw my bush and then burying his face in my sex and licking me hungrily. It was good but my legs were like jelly. I settled my cunt onto his face, almost sitting on him for support. When at last he came up for air his face was glistening with my cunt oils.

I was impressed. We'd been making out for a good twenty minutes and he still hadn't got his prick out. However, the kind of slutty mood I was in I'd have gladly sucked him off and let him bugger me without the preliminaries. Standing up, I pulled his vest top off over his head, kissing his hard nipples, then reached for his belt buckle. He took down his trousers and boxer briefs in one motion, stepping out of them, and we stood facing one another, naked apart from my 'fuck-me' pumps and his Sprocket Hackers.

Marcus kissed me and I reached out to touch his penis. I hadn't looked at it yet, almost as though I didn't want to. It was rock hard to my touch and so thick I couldn't make my fingers meet around its girth. I reached for his balls, nice big low-hanging ones, and gently stroked my fingertips over the swell of his balls up the underside of his prick to the circumcised, juicy head. He gasped. Good, I thought, obviously nobody had given him the feather treatment before. I did it again for a while before sinking to my knees and sucking him.

His prick was magnificent. A huge column of hard flesh, ebony from root to glans, his balls and pubis clean-shaven. I kissed the head, licking around the huge glans with my tongue before letting my lips travel down the shaft. I felt slutty, unbelievably turned on, sucking a big black dick in a toilet cubicle in a nightclub. I'm not ashamed to say that I wanted him to fuck my mouth, to take hold of my head and shove his huge cock down my throat, but that didn't seem to be his style. After several minutes of the best oral attention I could muster, Marcus said that he would come if I didn't stop. I stopped, although at that moment what I really wanted was to taste his thick cream spurting into my mouth.

Feeling still very dirty indeed I asked him to turn round, and when he did I parted his chiselled ebony buttocks and kissed his anus, then rimmed him. It was fairly obvious from his reaction that he had never been rimmed before. It was equally obvious that he loved it. I turned around, bending over, and asked him to fuck me. What surprised and delighted me was that he first dropped to his knees and rimmed me!

His cock felt huge in my cunt, and very, very good. I saw the surprise register on his face when I turned my head and asked him to bugger me and he even began to say, "But I've never-" He'd obviously seen porn movies though because I felt his saliva drooling onto my itchy anus and then his finger as he worked it into my rectum. His cock was very wet from my vagina, but it was tough going with a dick as big as his (bigger than Tom's). If I'd been anally inexperienced we'd have had no chance using only spit and cunt-oil for lube.

It was still slow going as he entered my arse, but we finally reached that point where I could feel Marcus's huge testicles against my cuntlips. My bottom has rarely felt so stretched or so full (well not from one cock anyway!). He was fucking my rectum in slow strokes, so I thrust my bottom back onto his shaft, sucking his big black dick into my bowels. He got the message and picked up speed. I came quickly and he realized that what he was doing was doing the trick. Then he really started buggering me hard, just how I wanted it. I could hear noises outside the cubicle and although I barely cared, I wondered whether the guys outside knew a woman was being sodomised feet away from them. I imagined being outside the cubicle, men watching me being sodomised by a virile black man.

Marcus came hard up my bottom, squeezing my breasts as he filled my bowels with his sperm. As he withdrew I turned and took his (still large) penis into my mouth, licking the sperm from the black shaft and tasting my anal funk. He sat back down on the loo seat and I straddled him, aware that his come was dripping from my distended anus. Gently, he rubbed the muscle of my well-fucked sphincter, as if teasing out the come, and we kissed.

Well, to cut a long story short, Samantha and Eric had already left the club so Marcus and I went back to the hotel in a taxi. After showering together he spent ages rimming me before thrusting his slippery prick into my bowels once more, thankfully this time with the use of plenty of lube (I never go anywhere without a buttplug and lube!).

This second buggering was much longer, and harder. Getting a sense of what turned me on, as he sodomised me Marcus whispered about his "big nigger prick in my white asshole" and by the time he erupted into my bowels a second time he was slapping my buttocks and telling me how he wanted to see me sucking on another big 'nigger tool' while he buggered me. All this, combined with the quite amazing sodomy, was making me come like crazy, and by the time he collapsed exhausted, his huge cock still filling my ass, I was just a speechless, spasming heap beneath him.

But not for long. We changed places and while Marcus lay on his front, getting his breath back, I sat astride his powerful buttocks, aware that the oils from my cunt and the sperm from my ass were drooling into the crack of his butt. I leaned forward and kissed his shoulders, letting my hard nipples brush gently over his back. Then I kissed and licked very slowly down the depression of his spine, kneading the thick ropes of muscle either side. I finally reached his tailbone and spent a long time licking him there until he was desperate for me to lick downwards into his crack.

Kneeling between his legs, I parted his muscular buns and begin to lick up and down the cleft between his buttocks, tasting the funky mix of my cunt juices and Marcus's rectum-tinged come, fresh from my asshole. I located the puckered knot of his anus and flicked it with my tongue, thinking how dirty I was. I tasted his sweat and his maleness and thrust in my tongue, eager to taste the walls of his musky asshole, but he was too tight, nervous about a girl playing with his asshole, his male cunt. He shifted onto his back and I pushed his knees up and he took them in his hands, eager to feel my tongue rimming his hole once again.

First I paused to suck his prick, hard once more, and then returned to rimming him. I lubed my fingers and rubbed his anus, feeling the hard flesh of his butthole softening as I manipulated it, licking the underside of his huge cock from balls to crown as I did so. My buttplug was to hand and I stood up and walked forward, my feet either side of his body and then squatted once more, my furry cunt inches from his face. I slipped the buttplug into my vagina, grinding it between my slippery lips, then offered it to him. Marcus licked it greedily, hungry for my sex.

Taking pity on him, I lowered my pussy onto his face and allowed him to lick me for a while. Then I lubed the buttplug in my cunt once more and returned to playing with his anus. My fingers were liberally lubed and the plug wet. Gently I pressed the rounded tip into the core of his black anal ring and pushed gently, telling him to push too. He moaned as the plug entered his back passage, stretching his asshole, and finally his sphincter, stretched and shiny, popped closed around the bulb, gripping the collar. I played with his bottom by pulling the plug a little way out from his anus and let it be sucked back in again. Remember, I am an expert at this.

I could tell from the throbbing hardness of his prick that Marcus was very turned on. So I pulled the plug right out and he gasped. But he gasped louder when I brought the butt-plug to my mouth and licked the smooth bulb, tasting his rectum, before I returned it to his slackened anus. After several more minutes of anal play, I left the plug in his asshole and, with my feet either side of his chest, slowly lowered my bottom onto his hard prick, knowing that the extra stimulation would guarantee a huge load for my greedy back passage. And so it proved, he came almost immediately, arching his back and thrusting his hips up, impaling me on his huge, hard, climaxing cock as I shivered and shook in orgasm.

Perhaps I shocked him when I levered myself off his prick and, still squatting over his groin, squeezed out the slippery mass into the palm of my hand and saw him watch, fascinated, as I slurped it up. What the hell, it was too good to waste…

But the best sex of that wonderful week was not being buggered by Marcus, nor the pleasure of finger-fucking Sam while I sucked on the warm, perfumed flesh of her breasts. It was on the Saturday afternoon at Samantha and Alex's, when I was in bed, alone with Tom. We were naked, masturbating one another. I was telling Tom in lewd detail all the naughty things I had done with Marcus and I felt the incredible hardness of his cock as he could feel the syrupy wetness of my pussy. I was also telling him how I wished he could have been there, either in my fantasy situation in the toilets, watching me take a succession of black youths in my bottom and mouth, or as it in fact happened later in my hotel room; that I wished he could have been there kissing me, stroking my breasts as Marcus sodomised me. And he told me that he wished he'd been there too, to feel the arousal in my hard nipples with his own lips, to taste the musky sweetness of my excited pussy, to taste my bowels on my black lover's enormous prick, to hold me tight as Marcus filled my bottom with his sperm, and finally to suck his cream from my gaping bottom.

When I was too aroused to go on, Tom buried his face in my cunt and licked me, almost making me come, and then I pulled my knees back by way of invitation. Tom licked downwards towards my anus and tongued me there. He was kissing, licking, sucking and rimming my wanton hole, which hours earlier had been stretched beyond belief by a huge black phallus, trying to thrust his tongue into my rectum still awash with my young black stud's sperm. Then he reared up to kiss me and I felt his prick touch the sensitive rim of my anus. I said something that I only ever say to him, and to no one else, "Make love to me, darling."

As Tom kissed me, he gently lubed my tingling ass-pucker and I gasped as his prick entered my bottom and filled my bowels. He buggered me like only he can, wrenching an orgasm from me in what seemed like seconds, biting my nipples and sucking my breasts as he sodomised me with deep strokes. Before he eventually came, I had an orgasm so intense I actually wept tears.

So there you are, a little memoir of my time in Glasgow. Oh and remind me next time to tell you about the foursome Tom and I enjoyed with Samantha and Alex…that was quite an experience, even for me!