It was the summer of my 21st birthday and my mother was finally allowing me to go to L.A. And I was so fucking excited. Not just because I was going to L.A. but because I was finally going to meet the guy I'd been chatting with for over 5 years, Johnny. We had chatted on a chat room every day, it had been so fun. We had roll played so many fantasies it was incredible plus he'd told me about his friends. But what I was really excited about was his cock.
17 inches!! And yes I know, that is almost impossible and highly improbable, but for my birthdays since my 18th he has video chatted with me, and I've seen it in all its glory. Jeez I was getting wet just thinking of it. He was picking me up at the airport today and as I walked out of the terminal in my short skirt, which he had asked me to wear, and my slightly see through shirt, I couldn't help the way my heart was racing.
Finally I was gonna meet my daddy. Damn it my thong was getting soaked. As i walked by another man I felt him stare at my long legs and round ass. But I knew it was also my skin tone that had the drool pooling in his mouth. My milk chocolate complexion commanded a lot more attention than I expected here. I wasn't used to the attention since I was from the caribbean and there are so many black people that I wasn't really considered special.
But the black man I was going to meet, he was. I neared the waiting area and fixed my clothes again, wanting to look as good as possible... even though I knew I looked damn good. I had always been a daddy's girl I suppose, always wanting to impress and please him. I entered the area where passengers greeted and said good bye to their loved ones, but I was searching for one handsome black man among the sea of moving bodies.
"Amy?" A deep voice said from behind me and I could not hold back the shiver that ran down my spine as I heard him.
I turned to face him, looking up at the man who made my pussy drip with need and whispered "hey daddy,"
He looked at me for a while as if drinking in my appearance. He stared for so long I thought he didn't like my outfit and just as I started shifting from foot to foot self consciously he grabbed my face and pulled me up to kiss him. It was so quick I stiffened for a second, then I wrapped my arms around his neck as I had imagined so many times and kissed him back. At first it was hesitant as both of us were trying to feel the other out, then he took charge deepening the kiss and sticking his tongue down my throat and I had to hold back the throaty moan of pure pleasure before I drew attention towards us. This man was going to control my body for my stay and he was starting right now.
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In the car a half hour after our meeting my pussy was soaked and my lips still burned from his kiss. I wasn't sure I'd make it through my two month stay with him, my heart and body might give out from the exertion. I just hoped my pussy was ready for him.
Since we had started planning this trip a year and a half ago I had been training my cunt to be able to handle him. we had become residents at our local sex store, and had bought every dildo, virbrator and butt plug increasing in length and girth to as close as I could get to his cock's size.
And now i was ready to test how much my throat could handle. I reached over as he drove from LAX and rubbed his right thigh, he glanced down at my hand and smiled. I felt his cock twitch through his jeans and my juices gushed out of my pussy. I undid his jeans but right when I was about to see it for the first time he pushed my hand away. I pouted up at him but he just said, "when we get home,"
So I just put my legs on the dashboard and watched L.A. blur past.
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