I was getting really tired of being single and not getting enough sex. But it's a difficult situation. You see, I'm a sexy forty-year-old woman, and while in some parts of the world that would be easy to manage, here in New York it is a royal pain in the ass.
The gender dynamics just work against you, and the dating scene is horrible. It's not that hard to find married men at a bar or at work--or anywhere--but that brings challenges, too.
Before I go further, let me describe myself so you can visualize me as my story progresses. I'm Valeri. Again, 40. 5'2", 120 lbs, 36D-26-37. Brown hair, a cute round face, bright brown eyes. Full lips. A lush figure, but very enticing I am told.
So sure, I can catch a fling with a married guy-- but who wants to be a homewrecker? And guys flirt with me at work, but who wants to screw with that?
Then one day I was complaining to a girlfriend of my situation and she told me about this 'Club' she had heard of--but was chicken to join.
It was a club of really hung black guys who service women once a week at a rotating location.
To join, you had to first submit photos and an application then an interview, and you were on probation the first few times. The men all submitted to regular health exams and were sworn to only date female members of the club--if at all. Women members could be on the pill for one year and then had to go without protection, although you could get your tubes tied if you were determined. The men in the club were tight knit and coalesced to assure that none of the women were hassled or given a reputational issue.
This sounded like the place for me! I really loved hung black guys-- or at least the three times I had been with a hung black guy. It was just too difficult to meet them casually-- and seemed too risky to focus on. My friend told me that the club had a really good reputation for being safe.
I had a photo shoot taken with another friend, sent in some sexy shots, and the club agreed to interview me. The interview -- with this gorgeous adonis named James -- went well, and although I was expecting to get fucked right there by the interviewer, he explained to me that the club preferred to build suspense, and that I would have to wait to get laid until my first meeting. I thought about pleading with him, but didn't want to risk turning him off so I just said that I understood.
Just a few days later, I arrived at the first meeting and was quickly disrobed by the sexy white girl and hunky black man who greeted me. Luckily the physical heat was cranked up in the posh apartment. A clothed white waiter brought a tray of shots of vodka. I downed two.
James came up to me -- also naked -- reached for my hand and said simply, "Shall we?" I nodded, and he led me to a dimly lit room brimming with multi-colored velvet cushions and said, "Valeri, I would like to restrain you doggie style over this sex furniture for our first encounter." He was so polite and well spoken. "May I?" Again I nodded meekly.
He bent me over this low cushioned platform, cuffed my wrists and ankles into place -- and to my surprise also my knees -- and placed a blindfold over my eyes. The angle of everything left my pussy maximally exposed. "The blindfold is to help you focus on your other senses," James whispered. He proceeded to stroke my back and sides. He nibbled my ears. He turned my head so we could french kiss for a few moments.
Then James retreated back behind me also on all fours and ate my pussy with a vengeance for several minutes. I loved it! It must have turned him on as well because next thing I knew there was a huge, hard cock pushing at my little love hole. Boy, did it feel huge even with just the tip in!
"Valeri," James asked, "What's the largest cock you have had before, please?"
"About eight inches, I think," I replied.
"Well, I think you are in for a treat then. My cock is ten-and-a-half inches. And with your nice figure, I have a feeling you will be able to take it all."
I swear that I must have gushed a quart of juice just from hearing him say that while his tip probed me in little circles and tiny plunges. I could smell myself, and I am sure he could, too. And I could feel my own dampness nearly running down my thigh. My breathing was getting faster, too.
"Tell me, Valeri, would you like me to fuck you with my whole dick? It might re-size your little white pussy on the very first fuck. It might spoil you for smaller men. Would you like me to ruin you for regular dicks?" James calmly asked me. He wanted to take me, but he wanted my buy-in, too.
I was so wet from knowing what James had in store for me. He was such a nice guy. And although I was restrained, he was not threatening me. He was offering me a transformative experience. Something that I knew would take me to a new sexual level, and he knew it too.
"Yes, James. Please do fuck me with your massive cock. I am ready to be spoiled for smaller cocks. I am ready for you to stretch me and re-size my pussy. I am soaking wet for you and your cock. Please fuck me! Please do me now and fuck me deep! Please!"
And he did!
