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I was always shy when I was at school, I didn’t have any friends and was a bit of a loner. So after school finished, I decided to travel Europe and find myself.

The places I travelled to were mostly recluse and old, which unsurprisingly matched its inhabitants. I made an odd friend here and there, worked various gruelling manual jobs, but I always found it rewarding. I never came across that many lasses, most places seemed to be teaming with dominant women so none of them batted an eyelid to a shy broke young English lad.

Ultimately, I started getting more frustrated, I was supposed to be in my prime. I felt that I needed to get out of my shell, so Rome was my next destination. Without much money in my pocket, I rented a flat in a run down building within the Esquilino area. It was a rough neighbourhood, but I didn’t mind all that much. I kept to myself and looking like a hobo, I never had any trouble come my way.

After a few days, I started working at a café, even started seeing a waitress who worked with me, a feisty girl called Maria. Initially, we had a lot of fun, had some kinky experiences and it opened my eyes. But one day she ditched me for some older French guy who had a nice car. The kick to the teeth was when I found out she stole my savings and my phone. I decided enough was enough, it was time for me to come back home. I got in touch with my parents with some help from a neighbour. My dad helped me out and got me a plane ticket, a few days went by and finally, I was back in Dartford.

When I got back, I enrolled in a college nearby and did a carpentry course. The college focused on adult education courses so everyone was a bit older. I was a lot more confident due to my experiences in Europe, so when I noticed that there were plenty of sexy college girls around, I knew I’d approach at least one. The moment came when I saw a gorgeous black girl sitting by herself on a bench reading a book. I approached her and we made some small talk, swapped numbers and became friends.

Her name was Monica, she was a really sexy milf, about my age, round tits and a big round arse. We got along well, became friends but nothing happened between us. I found out she had a little boy and worked part-time at an office supplier whilst doing a business admin course at our college. I was getting the feeling that I had been friend-zoned and I didn’t want to be in that situation. Especially since every time I looked at that thick milf I got an instant hard-on. Her gorgeous black bum was so perfect through her jeans. Sometimes I tried not to stare, despite my animalistic urges I was still a gent. One weekend when her kid was with the dad, she rang me, asking to come round her place for a few drinks. I didn’t hesitate and said yes, I wanted nothing less than to bury my head between her gorgeous black thighs.

I went around her place looking my best, shirt, smart trousers, shoes and hair slicked back. Had a few glasses of wine and I told her about my travels and experiences in Europe. Monica opened up a little more and told me about her past, how her ex cheated on her and was psychologically abusive, constantly made her feel worthless and always said she was ugly. She told me how she plucked up the courage to break up with him and how hard it was to raise Thomas. The sexual tension was building up, she was confident, beautiful and her arse was a work of art. When we sat across from each other in her living room, we looked directly into each other’s eyes and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. But before I went to make my move, she asked me what type of woman I liked. When I said I loved sexy black girls, she bit her buxom lips and pounced on me.

She pinned me down on her sofa, I felt helpless as she started kissing my lips and neck. She was passionate as her hands were all over me, but my instincts quickly took hold and both my hands were firmly on her arse. She started undoing the buttons and kissing my chest as she did so. When she started undoing my trousers I told her that she is a woman that knows what she wants. Just as I said that my cock shot out on my pants straight into her chin. She gasped and told me, “I didn’t know you were hiding a monster down there. If I knew I’d have done this a lot sooner”. Then she placed her lovely big lips tight around my cock whilst her soft tongue massaged the shaft.

She slurped and gagged on my big throbbing manhood, staring straight at me, her eyes begging to hit the back of her throat with my load. But I persevered and after a while of her sucking my big fat cock I told her it was my go. She took off her shirt and bra, her big tits jiggled out like two lovely balls of pure black perfection. She had an amazing curvy body as well and her thighs were nice and thick, her arse was massive but really firm. I got up and we kissed, our tongues interlocking into a wet lovely mess. I backed her against the sofa, kissing her neck and tits. I nibbled her nipples and touched her soft wet pussy as my lips moved further down.

My hands were clasped on both of her thighs and her hands pressed my head down to her pulsating clitoris. After what seemed like hours of licking her, my lips were dripping with her juices. I decided now was the time to stick my hard dick inside this horny milf. My big hard steel cock slid in and out of her soft, tight, black pussy. Her moans were louder and louder with each stroke. The foreplay was so delightful that my cock didn’t hold out for too long whilst in her pussy and soon our juices were mixing inside of her.

After sex, she asked me to leave saying that her son was going to be dropped off soon. The next few days she didn’t return any of my calls and I didn’t see her around college either. I went to her place a few times to see if she was around but there was none ever there. Over 20 years went by, women in my life seemed to come and go so I never had a family. I think to this day it may be because I had fallen in love with Monica. After all, I could never forget the experience I had with that lovely black young milf I had met in college.

But I think things might change, the other day a 20 something kid called Carlos walked into my office for an interview. He said his dad was a carpenter, influenced him to be one but had never met him. After the interview, he explained his mum decided to move back with her parents up north, got pregnant and lost contact with him. So I asked him what her name was and if he had a brother called Thomas. He said his mum’s name was Monica and asked me how I knew his brother’s name.