Lust At First Sight
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Lust at first sight.
Some guys are just lust at first sight. There’s a chemistry that clicks, you both realize it and, if you’re lucky, you both get to act on it. It can be looks, attitude or a combination of things. This time it was an older black guy with one hell of a nice bulge in his shorts. He was nice looking, taller and a little heavier than I am, with a nice smile an open attitude and…that bulge. What I was looking at had to be at least six or seven inches long, tucked off to the side of his shorts and looked a little thick. While he was checking in I couldn’t help staring at his crotch so…I was very open about staring. I couldn’t help speculating on the size; it made me all quivery, weak in the knees and my stomach filled with butterflies just imagining him using that beautiful cock on me.
Filling me with it…making me scream in pleasure.
I was wearing a loose peasant top, a sarong and thong sandals so I just went to full blazing ‘queen’ and let nature take its course. Body language was a big part of it.
We were almost full and he wanted a private room, the maid was gone for the day. I gave him a beer and went to make up my room for him. As I was finishing up he joined me there, we just talked about a few little things; he was friendly, not aggressive and not shy. Middle of the road for being a friendly guest. As I was leaving I had to brush past him…suddenly there was a hand on my ass! I stopped and backed up a little, his caress turned into a grab and squeeze. He was checking to see what I was wearing under the sarong…no luck with two wraps of material.
“They’re pretty brief cotton bikinis.” I offered. He groped a little more until I had to see to someone at the desk but; I made sure to touch his hand and put a little pressure on it before walking away. The touch, the squeeze of my backside, the little grope; now I was beginning to tremble in anticipation.
I had a few things to handle (business -not sex related) but also had some pre-sex maintenance to take care of. He got a shower, changed and relaxed with a beer in the reception area. As some of the guests left to find dinner; I suggested that I make some for us. He bit on that, became more attentive, I poured some wine for me, he had another beer. We ate talked and got to know each other a little over dinner. My body language was anything but subtle, I was pretty much screaming ‘fuck me!’ as loud as possible. Near the end of it, in a low tone, he said, “Look…I’m a thick thirteen…some can handle it, some can’t. If you want it but have problems I’ll understand…I will only give you what you can handle.”
I wanted to handle it…every hard inch of it!
The guests were returning by then, some of them anyway. We talked off and on; I had a little more liquid courage, but gave him most of my attention. By the time things were cleaned up and, he went to the room, I was trembling like a virgin bride. Taking a BBC seems to be an addiction; like K9 sex. You know that there will be pain involved (at least some) and you’ll be sore when it‘s over…you also ‘know’ that you want it so bad that you ache for it.
I’d called in the part time guy that works reception for me. Almost as soon as he arrived, I grabbed my glass of wine and headed for the room. He was in bed, nude and waiting for me. The first thing I noticed was a small tent in the sheet; he was more than ready. We played, we shared some foreplay, I stroked that two-handed monster of a cock before starting to make love to it with my lips and tongue. He was one of those guys who don’t really get rock hard in the beginning but, he was more than hard enough to penetrate my itching cunt. I made sure of that.
He next half hour was pretty much a blur of pain, ecstasy and a few other emotions/feelings.
From experience I know that I can take thicker cocks in the missionary position. With the bigger ones there is still pain during the initial penetration but, once I get good and relaxed, it becomes easier. I also know that I can handle more length in either missionary or doggie style. Even though I was well lubed, there was enough pain to make me feel like my cherry was being popped all over again. He did take it slow and easy in the beginning. It was my job to spread good and wide, pull my knees up, breathe regularly and ‘push’ like hell as he entered me. As we both did our part, it didn’t take long before he hit bottom VERY deep inside of me. By then my legs were pulled up and locked around him. I felt the pressure of his head nudging me deep inside then the unmistakable twinge of pain as he hit bottom then, kept pushing a little. At that point (when I yelped a little) he stopped, waited a few seconds and then, pulled back just a little bit. Just enough to relieve the painful pressure.
I’d taken most of his beautiful cock.
By the time he filled me with his seed, I was more than ready for a break. I’d felt every inch of him, going both ways; moaned and gasped like hell while being filled over and over, cried out a few times when he hit bottom a little too hard and…been very close to an orgasm at least twice. I’d taken most of that cock (enough to feel pride in it) and made him happy. I was gaping and raw…fucked-out and very happy…glowing all over. Yes, we slept together.
He took pity on me, the next morning, took his time using less cock and slowly worked off his morning wood. That was in the ‘spoon’ position. We both worked at it and, after maybe twenty minutes, I had an orgasm that ended somewhere out around Saturn…maybe Pluto…
It had also been a loud one. When I went over the edge I lost control of most of my senses; he told me that he thought I was going to squeeze his cock off when I clinched down a few times. I don’t know how I managed that; by then I was very loose and very, very raw. Completely fucked-out.
Mhairi
- 07.02.2022
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