I met Melissa while working a construction job down in West Virginia. While visiting a coworker’s apartment complex, I noticed a sexy, petite, raven-haired beauty entering the apartment next door.

My friend said she lived there alone, but he thought she was dating some black guy who he’d seen around a few times. As I was leaving, she was coming out of her apartment. I smiled and introduced myself, and we talked for a few moments. I let her know that I was very interested in her, and she told me that I seemed like a nice guy. Then she licked her full, sensuous lips, looked appraisingly at my six-foot-three, muscular body, and said maybe we could hang out sometime and get to know each other better.

My dick came to life at the thought of boning Melissa. We hung out together a few times that week, and on Thursday, we made a date for the following evening. As I was getting ready to leave her place that night, five black studs showed up at her door, and Melissa introduced them as friends of hers. At that point, I had no right to be jealous, so a couple of moments after they arrived, I said good-night and left. During our date the next night, I just had to inquire about Melissa’s visitors. I knew I had to be careful not to piss her off, though, as I didn’t want to fuck up my chances to drill that sexy, heart-shaped bubble butt of hers.

Melissa admitted that she dated mostly black men, but always had problems maintaining long-term relationships with any of them. She said that every guy she dated, black or white, seemed to always be smothering her, getting jealous and possessive.

“Let me ask you something,” she said. “Why is it that if a guy fucks a lot of women, he’s considered a stud, but if a woman fucks a lot of guys, she’s considered a slut?”

I couldn’t answer her, so I just smiled at her, told her that I thought she was very beautiful and kissed her. It seemed like a split second later, our clothes were flying all over her apartment. We got each other naked in record time, then immediately got into a 69 so we could perform oral sex on each other. Melissa was multi-orgasmic, and every time she would come, I’d press my mouth against her thin-lipped slit and suck out every drop of her nectar.

Melissa was a thorough oral lover as well, and she drove me insane with her hot mouth, roving tongue and devouring throat. She was the most talented cocksucker I had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. When I came, she drank down every spurt and never let my dick escape her lips. The girl had skills! She did this pretty sexy thing, too, where she’d take one of my balls into her mouth and gently bite down behind it, then tug it ever so lightly away from my body. All the while, her tongue would be twirling around it, polishing it thoroughly with her saliva. She’d then look seductively into my eyes and let it plop from her lips. She knew that drove me crazy, and she looked so hot doing it!

That first evening I got off three times, while Melissa had orgasm after orgasm. I loved the taste of her snatch, and I even rimmed her little asshole too, something I’d never done to a woman. In fact I’d never been with any woman who loved oral sex as much as Melissa did, though.

After that first night, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But still, from time to time, those same five black guys would stop by to see Melissa. And although I was jealous, I still didn’t think I had any right to say anything about it. I didn’t want to fuck up the wonderful thing we had. Eventually, I ended up taking a long-term job in West Virginia, and I asked Melissa to move in with me. I thought it was a sure thing, but Melissa began to cry and said that even though she loved me and wanted to take the next step with me — maybe even marry me someday — it could never happen. She said she would only end up hurting me. I pressed her to tell me more, but she wouldn’t. She said she needed to take some time to think things through, and she promised to let me know what was going on once she’d sorted things out for herself.

I stayed away as she asked, but I couldn’t help wondering if I’d fucked things up by expressing my feelings for her too soon. Finally, after a week apart, I came home from work and found a note and a DVD from Melissa sitting in my mailbox. The note said that if, after watching the tape, I still wanted her to move in with me, she would do it. Not sure what to expect, I nervously put the disc in my player and waited for it to start. I had no idea what the hell could be on it, but I needed to know what was going on.

The disc began with Melissa sitting on her bed. “I love you more than any other guy I’ve ever dated,” she said, “and that’s why I feel I have to be completely honest with you before we take our relationship any further. I want to be with you and only make love to you, and since we’ve been seeing each other, this—” she patted her panty crotch, “—has only been yours, but I’ve got a confession to make.” She paused for a minute, and I waited anxiously for her to start speaking again.

“I’ve got this oral fixation,” she said, “and I’ve had it since before I even started having regular sex, and because of it, all my previous relationships have failed. I’ve never met a guy secure enough to deal with and accept my vice, an urge that I can’t help but succumb to. After watching this disc, if you still want me, knowing I do this at least once a week, I’ll gladly move in with you. I love you. My deepest desire is that you will watch this and it will turn you on; maybe you’ll feel a sense of pride and even want to be present sometimes. So, without any further ado, sit back, take out that thick, yummy cock of yours, and keep in mind that my tight little cookie belongs only to you.”

The screen flashed to black, and when the picture returned, I saw Melissa crawling between the legs of one of the black men I’d seen at her apartment. There were three other guys there, not counting the guy at the camera. The camera zoomed in on Melissa, and she smiled a dimpled smile. “You see, babe,” she said, “I’ve always had a thing for black cock.”

She slid the young man’s pants down his legs, exposing his dick. His cock was a bit lengthier than mine, and I’d bet it was eight inches long. She took hold of it at its base, then looked at the camera again and said, “I’m sorry, honey, but I just get off so hard from sucking black dick!”

And that’s when I realized where my angel had gotten her cocksucking skills. Her eyes watered as she took the full length of the man’s black dick into her throat. He guided her head up and down his shaft and smiled into the camera.

“Your woman really does love black dick!” he said. “Shit, I’m getting ready to nut!” he warned, turning his attention back to Melissa.

Melissa slid his dick completely out of her mouth, then opened wide and stuck out her tongue just as a thick rope of pearly white semen sprayed into her mouth. Another thick strand landed against her cheek before she took his cock back into her mouth, and I watched as she shivered and quaked in orgasmic bliss. The sound of her sucking his dick caused my own cock to swell full of blood. My hand instinctively wrapped around it before I caught myself and let go of my dick.

On the DVD, Melissa continued to mew and nurse on his dick for several minutes before finally allowing it to fall, flaccid, from her thick lips. With tears and sperm running down her cheeks, she looked into the camera and smiled wickedly as she licked the stray droplets of come from the corners of her mouth.

“I came so hard!” she said before crawling between the legs of a short, stocky, light-skinned black guy.

She pulled down this guy’s sweatpants and released a thick, banana-shaped boner that appeared to be about six inches in length and nearly as thick as a beer can. He sat on the edge of the couch, and Melissa moved in to begin sucking him. She took his cock in one hand and lifted it toward his stomach, then sucked and polished each of his balls, coating them in spit. I knew the pleasure the guy was getting, and a pang of jealousy ran through me as she let each ball plop from her lips. This guy didn’t last long before weaving his fingers into her long, thick mane and grunting his release. Melissa’s cheeks swelled and hollowed as he pumped a thick, bountiful load into her receptive mouth. Again she shuddered and shook as she climaxed.

When she pulled her mouth off his dick, she smiled and opened wide, this time to show me the mouthful of jism that she’d coaxed from her lover’s balls. I’m not going to lie. I was heart-broken at first, but then I got incredibly excited. It was really erotic to watch my otherwise shy, timid, well-mannered girlfriend sucking off four black thugs. One would think it would be an instant deal-breaker, but instead, I took her advice and began to masturbate. I watched, aroused, as she serviced the other three guys one by one, my hand pumping up and down on my shaft the whole time. I didn’t let myself come, though. I stopped each time I got close to exploding, which, believe me, was very hard to do.

After she’d sucked off the fifth guy, she looked into the camera again and said, “Well, lover, if you’re still watching, there may still be hope for our relationship!”

Then she smiled and said it was time for the grand finale. She knelt in the middle of the room and all the guys circled around her, even the cameraman. Melissa began alternating sucking each of their dicks until one by one they blasted sperm all over her beautiful face. She rubbed their come all over her face and tits and licked it from her fingers as she writhed and convulsed from her own release. It was something watching her take each of those loads right in the kisser, and I finally jerked myself off, spraying my seed all over the carpet, my eyes glued to my girlfriend’s face. After smiling and blowing a few come-bubbles, Melissa waved good-bye and the movie ended.

I admired her honesty and accepted her vice. I found it arousing to watch her gorge herself on black cock. We did get married, and her activity continues to this day, even though we’ve relocated a few times throughout the years. We’ve never had any trouble finding young, virile black guys to fulfill her wishes for more cock. I never dreamed I’d become a cuckolded husband who enjoyed watching his wife blow a roomful of black men, but I am.

Melissa and I are both very happy with it. Our relationship is based on honesty and our devotion to each other’s sexual needs, and it keeps our marriage stronger than ever.

R.B., Birmingham, Alabama