Being a 6ft4 Athletic Successful Black Professional Male, you think I should be pulling in mad women, right? But something in me is off.
I guess it all started with me being raised by a very Catholic grandmother who would scare the shit out of me about being like my Dad and having tons of out-of-wedlock kids. Then there was my Autism, I am better adjusted now, but I never was able to pick up hints from the tons of girls, according to my friends and family, who always showed interest. Finally was my deepest, darkest shame: My Massive Booty.
I have always been caked up as hell, and both sexes have always wanted a slice. You're seeing my profile picture, how can they not? Overall I am pretty masculine, but when bent over I might as well be giving a roaring applause. My saving grace for my manhood is my fat black cock. Average length but thicker than 2 snicker bars.
So, for the first couple of years of my sex life, I was awkwardly fumbling, I dated here and there but was too afraid to stick it in a chick, even with a rubber. However, I got the reputation of giving the best eat-out on the block. Women would fight over me to have their pussy eaten. And weirdly enough I did it even without reciprocation. I even enjoyed getting hosed down in squirt.
Stranger still, no one had ever been able to get me to cum. Not even during the times I actually relaxed enough to allow myself to penetrate them. Even when I anally wrecked them, some of these bitches lived for the pain, it felt off, mechanical. I guess you could call me a service top.
It all started one day when I got a powerful urge to just offer my tongue to any willing woman on Craigslist. Hands behind back, naked, no reciprocation. Needless to say, I got flooded with responses.
Some were just trolls, others were hookers, and a few were busy professional women needing a quick release.
I got straight to work. Every night after classes I was bringing women up to my apartment and devouring them whole. Many became "repeat customers" who would bring props: masks, floggers, nipple clamps, one even brought a buttplug with a diamond in it cause she liked how it looked in the mirror.
Even their demands started getting more extreme: after the gym, face sitting at first. Then I ate my first asshole of a big booty Dominican bitch. Word got around that I ate assholes too and even more women approached me. I loved the mustiness of their asses. Luckily for me, they were extremely clean.
One day everything changed when I met her, my first Mistress. I met her at a coffee shop where she instructed, and she arrived at 3 PM on the dot. She was a striking mature woman: early 40s, skin like mocha, a waist smaller than a ballerina that quickly expanded into beautiful mounds of gluteal excess. She had a resting bitch face that could even make Wednesday Adams jealous.
"You are quite handsome," she cooed in her heavy French accent.
I blushed, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. She lived in the city and was looking for a regular playmate, but she was very specific about what she desired: strict masked selfless oral bitch. I nodded profusely, my mouth dry.
"Ok, show me," she replied.
"Here?" I whispered.
"No pig, follow me, I know where I can deal with you." she got up and gestured to follow her.
I trailed meekly behind her, watching her sumptuous bottom sway from side to side. She was walking so at ease that I began to suspect that she forgot I existed. It seemed that we had walked about a block or two before she spoke again.
