You can call me Asia. I am a twenty-two year old college girl, and I have been up to quite a few adventures in the past couple of years. Some of which has gotten me into a lot of trouble and some have fulfilled my deepest and secret desires. The stories that I am about to tell you are true stories from my past and I have changed my name including the name of others for privacy reasons. I hope that they find you and entertain you.
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Part Two: Big Package
Bad habits are what I believe you choose to do to fill that void within you. They only fill you temporarily before you chase that feeling again. When my ex-girlfriend, Karla, left for Europe, I started to a bad habit of partying and smoking. But that didn't help, because sex was actually what I craved for.
I even got the courage to message Demarco only to find out his end of his confession, that he had a girlfriend. It is always like that when you are single, that person you were interested in before isn't. He still wanted to meet up, but he could probably smell how horny I was through the phone.
When we caught up for coffee, we ended up talking about the end of my relationship with Karla and his relationship with his girlfriend. Throughout that time, we kept exchanging glances and he finally asked me, "I need to ask you something and you don't have to answer. But if I was single, would we have had something more?"
The only answer I could manage was a nod as I looked down, hoping he would not see in my eyes what I truly wanted. But that was enough for him to know that I wanted to be fucked by a big black cock. That meeting with Demarco only made me dangerously crave for some chocolate, and even worse my pussy was aching to be fucked. That was when Tyrone came into the picture.
Tyrone was my bad habit in a package. Sex, good weed and parties. But most of all, he was what I have been waiting and fantasizing for - a big black cock. He was my age, went to my college and was horny as fuck. This is my story of how I met Tyrone.
I was finishing a shower and had water dripping down my ass onto the floor. I was about to change my music on my phone when I realized that I had a notification from an unknown number. I opened the text message.
"This package is waiting for you." Under the text was a picture of a big black cock, hard and ready. It was at least 9 inches and thick in girth too. My jaw dropped and my pussy started to soak, but not from the shower I just had.
Who could this be? And how did he get my number? At that point, a part of me was frighten at the thought of who knew my secret desire of wanting a BBC. I started to think, and immediately thought it was Demarco. But then my phone buzzed again.
"I know your name is Asia. This is Tyrone." I looked at it, trying to recall anyone I knew by this name but nope, it didn't ring a bell. I looked at the picture again, damn, I thought, that is one big cock and even better than porn.
I finally decided to reply. I knew it was a dangerous game to play but let's be real, I was horny at that time. "How did you get my number? I don't know any Tyrone."
My phone buzzed again. "I got your number from a friend, but I know you want this."
That was it, my answer to my question. He must have gotten my number from Demarco. I thought I should play the game. He was right though I wanted that. "How do you know I want what you have?"
"Because you replied." That was all he said, and I chuckled. Damn, he was good.
In between being busy with my college assignments and my new friend, my days were filled with an exchange of photos and my fingers rubbing on my wet pussy. I sent him a photo of me in the shower with my ass covered in soap suds and my pussy glistening.
"You make me so hard." He returned me with a photo of him on his bed stroking his big hard cock in his hands. My lips were drooling, both my upper and lower lips.
