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Black daddy trains me

This story is fantasy, but I wanted to try to write a story from a first person perspective unlike most of my other stories. If you do want a truer story I have written a recollection of my experience with BBC called "How I became a BBC lover".

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It was late in the evening when I got to the house my apartment was situated in. I hadn't lived there long, having moved in three months ago after I broke up with my boyfriend.

After six years together and at the age of 23 I had found out that he had cheated on me. It was extremely painful as he was the only guy I had been in a relationship with or done anything physical with.

My self-esteem was as shattered as my heart, and although my friends tried to make me feel better it took a long time for me to even think one positive thing about myself. Some of my best friends made me go out after a couple of months, and they made sure I got the attention from boys as they acted as true wing men (or should I say wing women?). Although not interested in any boys right now, it still helped to hear all the flattering comments from strangers.

This night had not been much different, my besties had helped me put on a slim dress that accentuated my curvy body and probably made my breast look even bigger than they were. They also made my blonde hair look great and really put an effort into making my big green eyes even more striking with makeup. In short, they made me into what my friend Alexa called a sex ...

... bomb!

Despite this and despite that many guys tried to pick me up, I decided to go home alone. My heart had started to heal but I was still not ready for anything physical with a guy.

As I came close to the door to the house I saw that my neighbor Stephen was outside. He was a black old friendly guy who I had greeted and shortly talked with a few times as we met going to our apartments.

"Hi Stephen, what seems to be the trouble?"

"Oh! Hi Jasmine. Lucky you got here! I forgot the keys in my apartment and was locked out. I was just about to call a friend and stay with him when I saw you."

I opened the door and let us both in.

"So, you've been out with your friends I guess?" Stephen asked. I nodded as an answer.

"But no guy to take home?" he asked jokingly.

"No, I had some invitations but nothing serious."

"Hmmmm, it's a shame for a beautiful and kind woman like you to be single."

I smiled at his flattering comment, and it meant even more as he probably didn't say it to flirt with me. I am not certain why, but as we got close to my apartment I asked him if he wanted to come in for a beer. Maybe it was the alcohol I had already had, or that he seemed kind, but I wanted to be in his company. After a glance at me he gladly accepted the invitation.

As I got the beers Stephen got comfortable on the sofa. He was in his sixties and although he seemed muscular he also had a beer belly. There wasn't much hair left on his head but instead he was very hairy on his ...