2010 Memoir 1st Meet with Robert
i have been chronicling the history of how my wife and i went from Mid-West Vanilla couple to willing Black Cock slaves since an anniversary vacation to Jamaica in 2004.
Our Bull and Master is Robert -- 32 when we met Him in 2006, about 6'2" tall, 270 lbs, with broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, powerful arms and chest, a rounded belly and small man-boobs, and a 9" uncut very thick Black Cock backed by a massive set of balls. More important, He has a very Dominant personality and an innate understanding of how to manipulate submissive personalities. Several readers have asked for details about our first meeting with Him and this is it, with His permission:
We had posted an ad advertising my wife's availability on a site that specialized in hooking up white married women and Black men. Robert responded and, unlike many of the others, was low key, friendly, and respectful. We answered back and a running conversation developed. In a month, we were e-mailing almost daily, with us telling Him all the details of Jamaica, how we felt about it, and even sending Him a copy of the DVD Samuel had sent us. After another few weeks we decided we wanted to meet Him.
At the time we had been "Adventuring" for about 2 years, and had developed a process for meeting new playmates. We set things up in Robert's home city and met Him for dinner at an upscale hotel restaurant on the Friday night.
Jaye (my wife -- then 44 -- for those of you who are new to our saga) was wearing a light cardigan over a linen camisole, her above-the-knee black skirt, garter belt and stockings, hoop earrings, Queen of Spades pendant, and 3" high heels. Of course, no bra or panties -- which is why she had the cardigan: to distract from her long nipples tenting the cami.
Robert showed up dressed in a classic blue blazer over a black silk T shirt which (as soon as He removed the blazer) showed off His large biceps and chest, expensive slacks and Italian shoes (Jaye's observation. i neither know nor care about men's shoes). He was impressive and as He moved through the restaurant He drew the attention of many of the patrons.
He came up to our booth and greeted us as old friends. i rose to shake His hand and we did a guy-style-semi hug. Then He sat down next to Jaye and kissed her on the cheek. She glowed. i sat down across from them.
We chatted until the food came, then gave Him a rundown on the plans for Saturday night -- there would be two other Black men, we would provide the food, beverages, lube and condoms. The festivities would end when either the Black men were sated or Jaye was exhausted, whichever came first. He nodded and presented us with a recent blood test showing Him free of STD and HIV negative, but agreed when we insisted condoms only.
Then we told Him how glad we were that He could come, how impressed we were with His first response to us and how we enjoyed our subsequent conversations with Him.
He responded that He was intrigued by us as well --not just about what we had done and wanted to do, but how we thought and felt about it, in particular Jaye's admission of her need to be submissive to strong Black men and my willingness to give her to them. This was interesting because our ad was for "adventurous" partners and had never mentioned submission, and we had also avoided the term in our e-mails to Him. He had obviously read between the lines and connected the dots.
"Is that right, Jaye?" Jaye looked at me quickly. This was different -- our chosen partners were high on the macho scale, but generally were focused on the sex. Robert was probing and playing much more of a head game. i nodded and she turned to Him.
"I guess so -- sort of." She said lightly.
"Don't guess, Jaye. Yes or no?" She looked at me again then down at her hands.
"Yes" A little girl admitting that she had broken a lamp.
"Good girl!"
Then He commented that Jaye was prettier in person than her pictures. Was it true that she wasn't wearing a bra? Although we had been at this for several years, Jaye blushed and nodded. "Take off your sweater."" Jaye moistened her lips and did so. The tension in the air was electric -- this wasn't a Black club but a hotel dining room. Her long nipples were very visibly swelling against the material.
"You look thirsty. Have some water."
She started to reach for her glass.
"No, mine. And reach for it with your far hand."
The motion caused her to lean across Him and twist her body so that He could look down the camisole at her tits. He had seen her naked on-line, but was testing her, and we all knew it.
Was she wearing panties? Again, no.
"Show me."
The tone was conversational but His hard eyes left no doubt that it was an order. Jaye looked a little panicked -- in a Black club she would have stood up and lifted her skirt for anyone to see, but did He expect that here? It seemed He was pushing things for a first meeting.
"Take my hand and show me."
Shaking a little, she took His hand and moved it under the table.
"And what do you like strange hands to do when they touch you here?"
She started a movement that i interpreted as stroking her clit and cunt lips with His hand.
He turned to me and started talking about college football and our favorite teams' chances for the next season. Jaye stopped stroking.
"I didn't tell you to stop." A hint of menace.
She started stroking herself with his hand again, and almost immediately gasped as He pushed two of His thick fingers into her now wet cunt, then slid down a little to give Him better access.
Our football conversation continued until the waitress came by to ask if we wanted desert. Jaye tried to sit up but Robert told her to continue and ordered for them. The waitress looked at Jaye, slumped in her seat, panting, eyes closed, her arm moving as if she was masturbating, then at Robert sitting next to her with His arm under the table, then at me, and smirked.
When desert arrived -- vanilla ice cream with chocolate cookie sticks,
"That's enough. Sit up. Don't eat all your desert."
We finished, i paid, and suggested we adjourn to our room for drinks and to get better acquainted. As we were starting to get up, Robert stopped us.
"Jaye, swirl the cookie sticks in the melted ice cream, then slide them into your cunt."