I felt my body was glowing in the days after I was publicly fucked in the park. Since I had divorced I hadn't felt a cock, I had forgotten how good it was to be fucked well. I'm not saying my ex was ordinary but my anonymous lover knew how to take it to another level. I loved the way he was in control and I was totally submissive,
I had never been submissive before but I loved it, maybe that was what had been missing in my love life.
The fact that he had a longer and thicker cock than anything I had ever felt was a massive bonus too. My girlfriends and I had always laughed and joked about the stories that African Americans were blessed in that way. I had always dismissed the idea as a fantasy. At least on this occasion, it was true.
As I laid back on bed gently massaging my clit, I considered how far I might permit him to go. It made me horny thinking about the different sex acts I had never done and would he make me do them. As I worked myself to an orgasm I decided I would see where my sexual adventures led me. I would let my man take control of me again.
After another couple of days passed I was starting to worry my escapades were over, I was tempted to send him a message but I resisted the urge.
The next day he made contact.
"Good girl the other day. I had fun. You up for more play, Sophie?" He texted.
"Yes sir," I replied. I felt like a teenager I was so excited.
"Do you trust me, Sophie?" I received back
"Yes, I do." I texted
"Will you be home Friday night, will you be alone." I read.
"Yes, I will be sir," I replied.
"Does your bed have corner posts?" He asked.
"Yes, it does Sir." I was getting wet just answering his text messages.
"Good, send me your address. At 9 pm your front door is to be unlocked. You will be on your knees, on the floor at the end of your bed. you will be facing the doorway. you must be wearing a blindfold."
A second text came through.
"And be naked with your hands behind your back."
With some trepidation I replied. "Yes sir."
As I sat back on my lounge, I started to worry I my priorities all mixed up. I was more worried I was blindly letting a man I hardly know into my house, and I was more worried about the house than what acts would be performed on me.
The next two days passed slowly, my mind wandered from work to thoughts of Sir's nice large cock sliding into my wet pussy.
As Friday evening progressed I hardly ate, my nerves were going crazy. I opened a bottle of champagne, and after two quick glasses, my nerves calmed a bit. After the third glass, I was feeling dead set horny. I showered and prepared myself with another drink.