A Not So Little Lollipop
Just how many licks does it take to get to the center of his big black dick? I pondered this thought as I gripped my steering wheel with both hands.
I barrelled down the freeway to meet the sexy man I had been texting for the past couple weeks.
We had met a few weeks ago at a crowded bar. Our eyes locked from across the room and I stared back for a minute.
He made his way over to me and he stood behind me for a while. I could feel him watching me. He leaned next to me to order a drink then said "and whatever the lady is having. "
At first glance, he was delectable. So much in fact, I felt myself licking my lips and staring at his mouth. Those lips were so inviting and voluptuous.
He was tall and lean with defined abs peering through his shirt. His eyes were sad yet seductive as he held my gaze.
We continued to a table to get to know one another. We both felt a magnetic attraction towards one another. He inched closer as we shared our likes and dislikes. We exchanged numbers and chatted for weeks.
He was hot, a genuine nice guy, hardworking, and a homeowner. I wasn't fully sold on his matter of fact personality since it was borderline arrogant.
Eventually after a month of talking and texting and getting to know one another, we delved into our sexual history and kinks. We both admitted we had never hooked up outside our own race but always wanted to.
Our conversations became more heated as the week progressed, then elevated to sexting through our work week.
On Friday night he randomly sent me a dick pic. I was enamored and salivating at first sight. It was huge. I felt my insides twitch a bit. I knew I had to suck his dick.
He told me "if you want it, you'll have to come get it".
And that I did. I jumped in the driver's seat to seize the opportunity. I was willing, despite the road conditions. I kept thinking about his cute face, perfect body, and enormous dick.
I was halfway there when the radio blared "The national weather forecast has issued a severe thunderstorms warning for the following counties.... heavy winds are expected, possibility of damaging hail, and a flash flood warning till 6am. Motorists beware."
I defiantly disobeyed the warning. It seemed I had succumbed to my own sexual frustrations. Now my desire had driven me miles away from my comfort zone. Propelling me in his direction without hesitation but justification.
My inner thoughts kept me safe while I white knuckled the steering wheel.
Maybe he was what I needed. Not Mr. Right; rather Mr. Right now. Maybe he is the sweetest treat in town. He could be what I need to get my "ex" out of my sex. It had been almost a year since, I still hadn't fucked anyone. I've been a good girl and I deserve to have some fun. He could be the perfect pick me up.
I had arrived. Surprisingly I didn't have a flicker of nervousness for the events that will take place.
The rain crashed on my windshield and I saw his porch light turn on. I sprinted to the door and he held it open for me to enter.
He gave me everything I asked for from the second he shut the door.
He lifted me up by my neck and sniffed around. Asserting his black dominance he
barked orders immediately. He told me to strip and I didn't question him. I stood filterless, uninhibited, naked, but not afraid.
He commanded me to kneel on the floor in front of his couch. I happily obliged and frolicked a bit then happily obliged by braced myself.
He whipped my ass with his belt over and over. Told me it was my punishment because I texted with an attitude.
I knew when it was happening my ass would be sore for days. I relished in the pain because someone finally held me accountable. I deserved to be whipped, even harder than his lashings.
He was quite particular. He demanded I turn around and sit on the couch. I watched as he took off his clothes.
He started slowly with his shirt. I sat in awe while he revealed his chiseled abs and defined hip bones. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it over his chest. My hand hovered over the top of his pants.
He smacked my hand away and took off his pants. He wiggled his hips a bit and his dick swayed and jumped in his boxers.
He inched them down slowly so I could see his striking male form.I stared as he unwrapped his happiness.
Atlast, there it was. His unbelievably long, thick, black dick. The pictures did not do him justice.
It had to be at least 10 inches, thick like a water bottle, and a huge throbbing head. He was circumcised, washed, and totally shaved.
My mouth was open in awe. I had never seen one that big before in real life. I had to get all of him in my mouth or suffocate trying.
