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So as I came up from dreamworld, sensual and erotic images were dominating. Perhaps that’s why I wasn’t the least surprised to see a long but flaccid black cock with an impressive flared head, less than a foot from where I was lying in bed. Instead of surprise, there was just a surge of pleasure in a dream fulfilled and a surge of lust for my first sight on waking. The handsome member before me surrounded by a forest of tight black girls, highlighting a slightly lighter lean pair of hips. My look widened to see a sinewy body, a noble face and a penetrating gaze. He was there naked for a purpose.
Just a little background on how I found myself in this amazing situation. I was in Addis Ababa on a business mission, my accommodation reserved outside the city in a very high end resort offering private cabins with luxury interiors. And the cabin came with a body servant, whom I had just understood to be a valet, perhaps a cook as well. So when my escort driver dropped me off, there was Zafir waiting in the sun and wind. His djellaba, partly transparent, was pressed against his body by the wind. So I already knew he was hot, and I was pretty sure he had an impressive member. There was a brief rush of desire, but transient; I didn’t think he would have noticed. Though it was just noon, I was very tired from my journey and needed a rest before a meeting that evening. Leaving my luggage with Zafir, I had a quick shower and went to bed. I must have sent some signal about my desires though, because my body servant was standing there waiting for my command as I woke.
All I wanted was that cock. Wordless, I reached out toward it. He walked forward; I moved to the edge of the bed, still lying on my side. My hand made the initial acquaintance of his cock, already hardening slightly. It was one special tool. Silky in texture, it had heft and mass. My stroking fingers teased it upward; this was easy as he was getting hard quickly. Close up the smell of his cock was intoxicating: an a****l musk accented by some sweat. My breath became a lot harder, as my needs raced through my body. I wanted this cock, I wanted his cum. Zafir knew I wanted his cock in my mouth so we met easily. My tongue circled the head. He moved closer to me and I was able to run my tongue along his length, now fully erect and better than eight inches. I heard his first sex noise as my lips found the base of his cock and the start of his balls: a low groan. As I made love to his balls and the base of his cock I realized I was far from silent myself. I was whimpering with desire. This man had me completely and utterly seduced. I needed this cock in my mouth, then in my ass.
My mouth was stretched wide as his glans passed my lips. My mouth was pouring saliva in anticipation of the meal ahead, so getting him in my mouth was pretty easy. But I could take so little inside, particularly in that position. So he moved onto the bed with me. At first I knelt before him, kissing and licking and sucking, caressing with my hand. I wanted more of him in me. So I climbed over him, and tried to take him in again. This time I got more, but I’d never taken a member that large down my throat before. I needed practice!
But then the rhythm changed. Firstly Zafir’s hips began to respond and he was beginning to fuck my head. But he was anticipating the next stage, by licking the crack between my balls and ass, and stroking my hole with his finger. I cried out when his mouth found my hole, his tongue probing. When one then two fingers followed my needs became urgent.
I spun around again, ready to sit on his member. He had lube ready. Before starting, our eyes locked. I’m sure he saw me bug-eyed with desire. I saw his look of kindness, and some amusement. My eyes nearly blew out of my head when the tip of his cock started to open me. I began to moan as I stretched open. But I was so on fire with desire it overcame the pain. When the head popped in I shrieked with the hurt, but I was filled with joy as he began to fill me up. I was impatient to have all of him, but the sheer size of him erect forced me to slow down, then to stop, then to reverse a little. Reversing a little is a method of mine with large cocks; the absence of cock raises the need for cock and I loosen up. Zafir was enjoying the journey, but I could feel his hips wanted to move. And then he made an involuntary thrust, amazingly fast and hard, and he was all the way in, base buried in me, hairs scratching my soft bottom. The shock and agony of that plunge into me caused me to cry out again, and burst into tears. I fell forward onto him into welcoming arms, soft soothing sounds into my ear, gentle strokes of my ass, our first kisses, him licking the tears from my face.
It didn’t take long before the desire raged in me again. Our kisses became wetter, sharing spit, our tongues slashing. Once again I was moaning, this time just with need. I moved up and down gently on him, preparing my hole to be fucked. He was as ready as I when we rolled over, me on my back. Now I was to be taken, and my goodness I so wanted that.
We settled in our new position. My legs high in the air at first, then moving further back and wrapping around his sinewy torso. My hands could reach his very lovely ass: tight, hard muscles, already flexing slightly. His cock reached different parts of me inside, and more of it could come inside. Zafir was lean and slight, but his size and his weight dominated me. Waves of pleasure surged over me as he began his slow thrusts. Our murmurs were tender, our kisses gentle (though very wet). Our scents of musk and sweat, cock and ass, were pungent in a surrounding haze of scent. We were both floating gently on the sea of soft sex. My identity floated away somewhere, lost in pleasure and merging with his.
I don’t remember what it was that started the ramp to climax. I think it was me, more specifically my anal muscles which began to pulsate in prelude to orgasm. His thrusts became more deliberate and pleasure seeking for himself. Before I lost it entirely, I remember his face looking almost thoughtful as his eyes opened wider. Our bodies, already close together, locked together more tightly. His mouth covered mine, his tongue thrashing deep within my mouth. His spit began to flood my taste buds, I was breathing his air. As I griped his ass with my hands, his torso with my legs, he had his hands around my throat. Though I could have died right then at this hand – and it would have been some special way to go – his hold was gentle, of soft possession. We both started to shake, I remember my sperm rising. I can remember his a****l grunts. Once again I lost my identity. I totally belonged to Zafir, I was his possession. It was fireworks with all senses engaged.
When I regained myself, he was still on top of me, breath gasping, sweat pouring off him. We looked at each other in amazement. That had been some spectacular sex. He left me slowly, sliding beside me as I lay almost comatose. We put our hands on each other’s cocks. His was still large, although now mostly soft. After a minute I took my hand back and brought it to my face. I rubbed the fluids of our sex on my face, inhaled the rich scents.
After a pleasant rest, we arose together in search of a needed shower. Watching him lead me there, I was struck again be the grace and beauty of his frame and movement. He was like a god or an angel. In the shower, a rainfall from above, we soaped each other’s bodies. Once again – big surprise – my hand found his cock. Even though it was soft, I was enthralled by it. I moved down his body, rested my cheek against it, then gazed up at him. My eyes gave him a message which he understood. He moved slightly back from me, took his cock in his hands and aimed a flood of piss on my head, on my face, in my mouth. Not a pleasant taste, but I had to have that in me as well. When he was done – and it took a while – I moved to nestle him again, holding his ass to bring him to me.
I went off to my meeting in a bit of a daze at first, probably walking a bit funny too. But I was so full of positive energy that we came to a very good arrangement, a good start of a business partnership.
My bosses were not surprised. They knew I had a nose for business.
I’m pretty sure they didn’t know I had a nose for cock too.
So as I came up from dreamworld, sensual and erotic images were dominating. Perhaps that’s why I wasn’t the least surprised to see a long but flaccid black cock with an impressive flared head, less than a foot from where I was lying in bed. Instead of surprise, there was just a surge of pleasure in a dream fulfilled and a surge of lust for my first sight on waking. The handsome member before me surrounded by a forest of tight black girls, highlighting a slightly lighter lean pair of hips. My look widened to see a sinewy body, a noble face and a penetrating gaze. He was there naked for a purpose.
Just a little background on how I found myself in this amazing situation. I was in Addis Ababa on a business mission, my accommodation reserved outside the city in a very high end resort offering private cabins with luxury interiors. And the cabin came with a body servant, whom I had just understood to be a valet, perhaps a cook as well. So when my escort driver dropped me off, there was Zafir waiting in the sun and wind. His djellaba, partly transparent, was pressed against his body by the wind. So I already knew he was hot, and I was pretty sure he had an impressive member. There was a brief rush of desire, but transient; I didn’t think he would have noticed. Though it was just noon, I was very tired from my journey and needed a rest before a meeting that evening. Leaving my luggage with Zafir, I had a quick shower and went to bed. I must have sent some signal about my desires though, because my body servant was standing there waiting for my command as I woke.
All I wanted was that cock. Wordless, I reached out toward it. He walked forward; I moved to the edge of the bed, still lying on my side. My hand made the initial acquaintance of his cock, already hardening slightly. It was one special tool. Silky in texture, it had heft and mass. My stroking fingers teased it upward; this was easy as he was getting hard quickly. Close up the smell of his cock was intoxicating: an a****l musk accented by some sweat. My breath became a lot harder, as my needs raced through my body. I wanted this cock, I wanted his cum. Zafir knew I wanted his cock in my mouth so we met easily. My tongue circled the head. He moved closer to me and I was able to run my tongue along his length, now fully erect and better than eight inches. I heard his first sex noise as my lips found the base of his cock and the start of his balls: a low groan. As I made love to his balls and the base of his cock I realized I was far from silent myself. I was whimpering with desire. This man had me completely and utterly seduced. I needed this cock in my mouth, then in my ass.
My mouth was stretched wide as his glans passed my lips. My mouth was pouring saliva in anticipation of the meal ahead, so getting him in my mouth was pretty easy. But I could take so little inside, particularly in that position. So he moved onto the bed with me. At first I knelt before him, kissing and licking and sucking, caressing with my hand. I wanted more of him in me. So I climbed over him, and tried to take him in again. This time I got more, but I’d never taken a member that large down my throat before. I needed practice!
But then the rhythm changed. Firstly Zafir’s hips began to respond and he was beginning to fuck my head. But he was anticipating the next stage, by licking the crack between my balls and ass, and stroking my hole with his finger. I cried out when his mouth found my hole, his tongue probing. When one then two fingers followed my needs became urgent.
I spun around again, ready to sit on his member. He had lube ready. Before starting, our eyes locked. I’m sure he saw me bug-eyed with desire. I saw his look of kindness, and some amusement. My eyes nearly blew out of my head when the tip of his cock started to open me. I began to moan as I stretched open. But I was so on fire with desire it overcame the pain. When the head popped in I shrieked with the hurt, but I was filled with joy as he began to fill me up. I was impatient to have all of him, but the sheer size of him erect forced me to slow down, then to stop, then to reverse a little. Reversing a little is a method of mine with large cocks; the absence of cock raises the need for cock and I loosen up. Zafir was enjoying the journey, but I could feel his hips wanted to move. And then he made an involuntary thrust, amazingly fast and hard, and he was all the way in, base buried in me, hairs scratching my soft bottom. The shock and agony of that plunge into me caused me to cry out again, and burst into tears. I fell forward onto him into welcoming arms, soft soothing sounds into my ear, gentle strokes of my ass, our first kisses, him licking the tears from my face.
It didn’t take long before the desire raged in me again. Our kisses became wetter, sharing spit, our tongues slashing. Once again I was moaning, this time just with need. I moved up and down gently on him, preparing my hole to be fucked. He was as ready as I when we rolled over, me on my back. Now I was to be taken, and my goodness I so wanted that.
We settled in our new position. My legs high in the air at first, then moving further back and wrapping around his sinewy torso. My hands could reach his very lovely ass: tight, hard muscles, already flexing slightly. His cock reached different parts of me inside, and more of it could come inside. Zafir was lean and slight, but his size and his weight dominated me. Waves of pleasure surged over me as he began his slow thrusts. Our murmurs were tender, our kisses gentle (though very wet). Our scents of musk and sweat, cock and ass, were pungent in a surrounding haze of scent. We were both floating gently on the sea of soft sex. My identity floated away somewhere, lost in pleasure and merging with his.
I don’t remember what it was that started the ramp to climax. I think it was me, more specifically my anal muscles which began to pulsate in prelude to orgasm. His thrusts became more deliberate and pleasure seeking for himself. Before I lost it entirely, I remember his face looking almost thoughtful as his eyes opened wider. Our bodies, already close together, locked together more tightly. His mouth covered mine, his tongue thrashing deep within my mouth. His spit began to flood my taste buds, I was breathing his air. As I griped his ass with my hands, his torso with my legs, he had his hands around my throat. Though I could have died right then at this hand – and it would have been some special way to go – his hold was gentle, of soft possession. We both started to shake, I remember my sperm rising. I can remember his a****l grunts. Once again I lost my identity. I totally belonged to Zafir, I was his possession. It was fireworks with all senses engaged.
When I regained myself, he was still on top of me, breath gasping, sweat pouring off him. We looked at each other in amazement. That had been some spectacular sex. He left me slowly, sliding beside me as I lay almost comatose. We put our hands on each other’s cocks. His was still large, although now mostly soft. After a minute I took my hand back and brought it to my face. I rubbed the fluids of our sex on my face, inhaled the rich scents.
After a pleasant rest, we arose together in search of a needed shower. Watching him lead me there, I was struck again be the grace and beauty of his frame and movement. He was like a god or an angel. In the shower, a rainfall from above, we soaped each other’s bodies. Once again – big surprise – my hand found his cock. Even though it was soft, I was enthralled by it. I moved down his body, rested my cheek against it, then gazed up at him. My eyes gave him a message which he understood. He moved slightly back from me, took his cock in his hands and aimed a flood of piss on my head, on my face, in my mouth. Not a pleasant taste, but I had to have that in me as well. When he was done – and it took a while – I moved to nestle him again, holding his ass to bring him to me.
I went off to my meeting in a bit of a daze at first, probably walking a bit funny too. But I was so full of positive energy that we came to a very good arrangement, a good start of a business partnership.
My bosses were not surprised. They knew I had a nose for business.
I’m pretty sure they didn’t know I had a nose for cock too.
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