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Olya's First Black

My girlfriend Olya and I have been together for 5 months now and are enjoying a healthy, loving relationship. I care deeply about her, and I believe she might be the one for me. She knows I'm adventurous and a little wild, but she has been able to tame me down whenever I get too crazy. I've recently told her that I've had a kinky fantasy for a while, so tonight I decide to share it with her and see what she thought about it.

We're at the restaurant. Olya is wearing a skimpy, tight black dress and high heels. Her straight blonde hair is flowing down her shoulders, she looks so beautiful. I love it when she dresses up for me. Her sexy toes, and their dark red color, look absolutely stunning in those high heels! The way they gracefully peek out and accentuate the shoes really highlights her elegance and style. Her make-up is always spot on, her amazing blue eyes are absolutely mesmerizing - they sparkle with a depth that draws me in, making me feel so happy to have such an exceptionally gorgeous woman by my side!

Olya has been curious to hear about this fantasy since I brought it up a few days ago and kept asking me to tell her. I wasn't sure how to share with her, but I'm also excited to know what she might think of it. I sip from my scotch, nervously and begin:

"Okay, so here it is. For some reason, I've had this fantasy for many years. It's about... um... watching my partner... have sex with another man, like, maybe a huge black man..." I see the shock on her face, "Babe, I know it's crazy! I hope you don't judge me..." smiling anxiously, sipping from my drink quickly as I look into her eyes, impatient to hear her response.

Olya giggles nervously, blushing a deep shade of pink that complements her golden hair. "Okay but are you sure about this?! Would you want to do it... with me? Let someone um... sleep with me? I've never... never been with a... black man before.. let alone being watched...I don't know..."

"I know babe. And I don't want to upset or push you... It's my kinky fantasy but if you are not interested I would never ask you to do it!"

Her eyes widen a bit as she looks around the dimly lit restaurant, the scent of garlic and wine mingling with the anticipation in the air. "I-I... just want to make you happy. I want to give you everything you want. If this is what you really want... I mean... maybe?", she smiles innocently, her eyes glowing as she takes a sip from her wine.

"You are so amazing and so sexy! How does the idea to get fucked hard by a huge black bull feel to you?" I smile wickedly, the excitement inside me growing as I keep staring at her.

Olya's heart races at the thought, a thrill and a hint of fear mixing within her. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising beneath the flimsy fabric of her dress, the cleavage of her small breasts peeking out. "It's... it's intense! You are so crazy! Haha!" She laughs anxiously - "I can't believe we're really discussing this", drinking up, "But if it's what you truly desire, I... I can try."

"You will?! Omg baby, really?? Are you sure??!"

Her pulse quickens, the sound of clinking glasses and murmured conversations fading into the background. She bites her lower lip, contemplating the wild scenario before her. Sipping her wine, she contemplates the idea, which is exhilarating yet a bit terrifying, and she feels a blend of excitement and vulnerability. Her blue eyes, usually filled with warmth, are now pools of curiosity and trepidation. She nods slowly, her blonde hair swaying gently. "Yes, I'm sure. I trust you. But let's maybe start slow? How do we find... someone?"

Olya's eyes dart around the room, spotting a tall, muscular black man at the bar. He's dressed casually but exudes a confidence that makes her stomach flutter. "How about him?" she whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she points with her finger, the nail painted a delicate shade of pink.

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