On my recent quest for a black man I had joined multiple websites including this porn site which also has a section to meet people. I met this great guy whom I've been chatting with for over a year now. We've chatted about nearly everything, from sex to love to even personal life. Unfortunately, he's married, but that does not stop him. He told me he is on the site to get away from his marriage. I told him I was also in a relationship, however, curious about sex with a black man. I've also told him about my recent encounter with a black hooker.
I've met quite a few black men on the site whom I liked. Some were very interesting to chat with, but this man, he was different. I enjoyed chatting with him. Our sexual chemistry was through the roof. He wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck him. Don't get me wrong, I don't love him nor am I in love with him, but I would definitely fuck him. I told him, more to myself, that I would not cheat on my boyfriend again. However, if I were to run away with a man, he would be that man.
After months of chatting on the site we've decided to exchange email addresses, phone numbers and other social media sites. I had told myself I would never cheat on my boyfriend, but curiosity brought me to not only cheat but pay for sex. After the hooker, I said I would not do it again. However, with this guy, I was not curious about having sex with a black man anymore. I was curious about fucking HIM.
My relationship with my boyfriend had been rocky lately. So, I needed a break from him. I decided to take some well needed time off from work and life. I told my friend about how I wanted to take some time off and he told me to come visit him. Better yet to take a vacation together. I thought about it and decided, why not. I requested a week off from work, bought my ticket and flew to a resort in Florida, where we had planned to meet up.
He picked me up from the airport. He was more handsome in person than he was on his pictures. He was not as built as the hooker, but he was fit. He had an athletic body. He also wasn't as tall as I expected him to be. He didn't tower over me like the hooker did, but even with heels on I still had to stand on my tippy toes to hug him. He smelled good. We chatted a bit in the car on our way to the resort where we were staying at. I asked him how he was able to get away from the wife. He said he told her he was traveling for business, as he normally does.
As we arrived to the hotel, it was as if we were arriving at the gates of paradise. Everything was vibrant. People had smiles on their faces and the staff was very pleasant and welcoming. However, I did not see any children. He told me it was an adults' only resort. He had already checked us in, so we went to our room. When he opened the door to the room, I was expecting a typical hotel room with a bed, chair and coffee maker - wrong. The man rented a suite. He said since we would be here for a while we might as well be comfortable, and that we would need the space (wink).
He was carrying my luggage so I was free to explore the place. There was the living area with a big couch, two chairs and a coffee table with a marble top. A separate section, for an office I assumed, had an office chair and a desk with a phone and information booklets. Then I opened a large double door to the bedroom. Yes, the bedroom was separated by doors. It had a massive California king size bed with flowers and rose petals laying on top of it and on the floor going to the bathroom. I followed them to this massive room with a Jacuzzi and stand up shower and double vanity, but no toilet. Wrong again. The toilet had its own section within the bathroom. Again, more doors. I opened the door which brought me around to the living room to find him sitting on the couch with legs crossed over the coffee table. I stood there looking at him for a moment with a big smile of amazement on my face and lust in my eyes.
I walked over to him and lapped him. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him. I took his head in my hands and lifted his face up to match mine and kissed him. His lips were soft and sweet. His kiss was breath taking. I ripped off his shirt and buttons went flying. "Oops!" He told me it was okay and that he had more. He had an under shirt but I did not rip this one, instead I pulled it off over his head, which broke the kiss. I kissed his neck, shoulders, and chest as I reached down to his pants. He was not as muscular as the hooker, but he was cut. He was built more like a model than a football player. He tried to stop me and said, "This is your time off and I should be pleasuring you." I told him there would be plenty of time for that, now it was his turn.
I gently pushed him to lie down as I remove his pants. He had on boxer shorts and...no bulge from his big cock, I thought to myself. I pulled down the boxers and there it was laying limp against his legs, big and black. It had to be at least five to six inches long. I couldn't wait to get him hard and told him I would suck it and fuck it. I took his cock in my mouth and started to feel it growing. OH. MY. GOD. Did it grow? His cock was much bigger than the hooker's. It was as big as my forearm, about ten inches long, thick and veiny. It took me forever and a half to lick from his balls to the head. I did not expect a cock that size from someone with his build.
