Things are so different nowadays. Who would've thought that you could meet someone who would become such an important part of your life simply by swiping right on a screen. The fact that we even happened to match was fate in itself since I was just in his location radius for one day while visiting a friend.
Having grown up in a small predominately white town, I wanted to try something different. I was instantly attracted to him and he was exactly my type, or at least what I had dreamed about. He had kind eyes and a handsome smile. I knew he would tower over me, being 6'3", and his muscular build had me fantasizing about how tiny and safe I would feel next to him. I couldn't wait to be in those strong arms.
The conversations started out flirty, but it wasn't long before we had built a real connection. We started talking everyday. His good morning text started my days off with a smile, and his good night text made sure my dreams were always sweet. Every time I saw his name come up on my phone my heart skipped a beat, and my pussy would start to moisten. He turned me on in ways I didn't know was possible. The sound of his voice on the phone made me want to get in the car and drive the 3 hours to see him.
I started sending him pictures of my panties every morning. At night we would make plans for what we would do to each others' bodies when the chance would finally come. He made me feel like such a slut, but I was his little slut and I loved it. At night I would make myself cum while thinking about him pounding my pussy with that big black dick and send him videos. His favorites were the ones with my vibrator. My toys felt good, but none compared to the size of his dick and the orgasms I knew it would give me. He told me he couldn't wait any longer and made plans to come visit for the day.
I stood and looked out over the water. The wind was cold but I could feel his warmth as he moved closer to me. After months of talking and getting to know each other from afar, he was finally right in front of me. I felt his arms wrap around my curvy waist and I felt safe. His soft lips touched mine, gentle and sweet at first but quickly becoming deeper and more sensual. He ran his hands through my long brown curls, tugging gently in a playful way. As he slid his tongue in my mouth, playing with mine, all I could think was how amazing it would feel between my legs. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me in closer while kissing me, holding me like he never wanted to let me go.
After that kiss I knew I wanted more. Having the house to myself for the weekend presented to perfect opportunity to see what else could happen. As we sat on the couch watching a movie, all I could think about was touching his dick. Curiosity about how it looked and how it would feel as he filled me. Almost like he knew what I was thinking, he slid his hands under my favorite dress that perfectly hugged my curves and showed off my large breasts. His hands worked down my panties, first rubbing my round ass and then moving his hand so his fingers could rub against my pussy through my panties. Within seconds he could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, almost like an invitation to continue. He said "that's a good little slut. Make sure that pussy is ready for me". Sliding my panties to the side, he began rubbing his fingers against my clit, sliding a finger inside me and whispering "I love how wet you are for me". Little did he know that was just the start.
I could see him growing through his pants, getting harder and harder as he slid his fingers deeper inside me, hearing me breathe faster as he picked up momentum. I reached down and began playing with his dick, stroking it, admiring it. He grabbed my hand to stop me, his dick still in my grasp, and said, "did I give you permission?". It felt so big and thick in my hand, and seeing that black dick in contrast to my skin made it even sexier. I could feel the blood rushing and filling his cock until what I was holding was hard as a rock. I needed to taste it. I looked up at him and said, "May I suck your dick Daddy?" He nodded his approval and I got down on my knees in front of him, swirling my tongue over the head, tasting his drops of precum. I licked my way up and down the shaft, making it wet and sloppy and letting it drip down his dick onto his balls.
As I slid his dick further into my mouth, my hands cupped his balls, enjoying the slipperiness as I gently played with them. The sounds he made only provided encouragement as I worked his dick further in my mouth until I was deepthroating it. I wanted to taste it all and kept going until I started gagging on it, which only turned me on more.