Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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Sometimes, I feel as if I am the stupidest ivy-league educated cunt in the world.
I should have known better than to ask for moral compass from members on a kink website. Anyway, here's to all of You folks who encouraged me to meet my bull.
You also kept flooding my inbox with inquiries regarding what happened. You will be happy to know that, yes is my answer. I did ended up taking your advices and sneaked out to meet my bull last Friday night.
Daddy D. Thank you for not objecting to my text request, thereby granting me the permission to describe our first meeting.
At around 11:00 PM, I snuck out of the house while my husband was asleep.
I wore my dark green silk blouse (after all, it was still St. Patrick's day) and my favorite black mini skirt. On top, I wore a black tweed jacket with white speckles. I also wore a diamond centered flower with a pair of diamond earrings. Underneath, I wore a sheer pantyhose and a matching black lace thong underwear.
A lot of drunk green revelers from the celebration of St. Patrick's Day still littered the Financial District at around midnight.
I stood at the corner of the meeting spot, and swung my head in different directions, searching for my bull.
And there he was. He wasn't wearing a protection mask and I instantly recognized him with his broad shoulder and his dark facial feature with contrasting white teething smile as shown in his photos. He was tall, athletically built African-American gentleman who looked even better in person.
He quickly waved to me from across the street and walked over.
When he held out his right hand, I also held out my hand to shake his hand. But, he raised both his hands, put his face next to me and gave me a peck on my face.
"Good evening, Lass (Not my real name)! We finally get to meet in person."
"Dwayne (Not his real name), it's a pleasure to meet you. Is that what You want me to call You?"
"Ha ha. You can just call me Mister D... or daddy D. And you?" he responded with a broad smile.
"Lass is fine."
"My God! Let me take a look at you again. Your photos don't do justice." He looked at me up and down.
"Thank you. You are not so bad yourself." I gave him a smile for his complement.
After greeting each other, we walked over to a local bar in the area.
We soon found a couple of empty stools as he ordered a beer for himself and a white wine for me.
We started to make some small talk for first 15 minutes or so. I told him about the general area where my husband and I live, and my specialty at work.
He mentioned that he lives in Berkely and he is into security business and a lot of other things. He said he was glad that there are now so many Asian women who are into black men, undoing the government's racist policies. I agreed with him about the racism in the U.S. and how black lives matter. Interestingly, he said he stopping smoking because it was hurting his liver. βΊοΈ
I told him the details of some of my experience in kink, or lack of it. He said he was the ultimate alpha male and knew how to give me what I crave. His specialty, he said, is dominating white and Asian women, exploring their limits, and slowly pushing beyond those limits.
Wow! His deep cavalier voice in person made him sound so much sexier than just reading his messages online.
After a bit more of chatting, he paused for a few seconds and asked me the question.
"So, how do you want to do this?"
"Do what?"
"You said you wanted to check my 10-inch tool out," he took my hand and placed it on top of his pants crotch area.
"You don't beat around the bushes," I became extremely embarrassed and looked around to make sure no other bar patron had noticed.
"No I don't," he laughed. "I could take it out and you can feel it but others may look."
"How about if we go to the restroom to measure it, not out here?" I l replied as I looked around for the restroom.
"Fine by me," he answered following my eyes to search for the restroom.
"Does this place even have a unisex restroom?"
"I dunno. Here, let's do this. I'll go find it first. If there ain't no separate bathroom, I'll go into one of the stalls. Knock 3 times and I'll open the stall to let you in," with that, he stood up and walked to toward the restroom in the back.
About a couple of minutes later, I followed him to the restroom.
This bar actually had separate Men's and Women's restrooms. I was about to walk toward the Women's bathroom but realized he probably went into the Men's restroom.
I hesitated. I have never been inside a Men's restroom before. But I had a pretty good idea of what to expect in there from the movies.
When I reached the Men's restroom door, I looked around to make sure no one was watching me. I was about to go inside when an elderly man suddenly walked out. He seemed startled to see me as I was blocking his path. This was so freaking embarrassing I just wanted to go home at that moment.
The Men's restroom was a small dingy place with a wash basin, a single stall and the urinals. I have never looked at the urinals this close, so its shape was quite interesting. The floor looked like it had not been mopped in a while.
There was a problem: The stall was missing a door.
I looked inside the stall. He saw my head rubbernecking into the stall and quickly grabbed my hand to bring me into the doorless stall.
Inside the stall was dingy as well with graffities written everywhere. The toilet bowl had some urine in there too; the previous user neglected to flush afterwards.
"But my God, Mr. D. There is no door. Anyone can see. Let's go to a different bar." I whispered to him that I was reluctant to check his penis size inside an open stall.
"Babe, hold up. It's only gonna take a second. Okay, babe. Here it comes," he pulled me closer to him as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.
I hesitated at first. But slowly, I took out my Ikea measuring tape out of my purse and started measuring his penis starting from his crotch.
"It's only about 6 inches," I probably sounded disappointed.
"Well, wait up, babe. I'm a riser. My junior is only half its actual size right now. You just gotta make it happen," he whispered.
"What do you mean? How?"
He stared back at me with a smirk.
I looked up at him, not realizing at first what he was saying. Then it suddenly struck me that he was suggesting that I use my mouth on his cock! The sudden realization actually took my breath away for a moment.
"You expect me to..."
"Well, it ain't gonna suck by itself," he chuckled
"Come on, babe. You came all the way out here. Don't go home empty handed. Aren't you curious to see what a 10 inch BBC looks like? No one else's gonna watch us."
He leaned over closer, touched my face and kissed me gently. While kissing, his right hand held my head close to his face and his left hand roamed around my behind, brought up my skirt and gently massaged my vagina area.
I gasped when he touched me there, the feeling going through me like an electric shock. It has been so long since I felt a man's touch there.
"Do this, baby. Do this for both of us," he placed both of his hands on either side of my shoulders and slowly pushed me down to the stall floor.
I should have said something to stop him right there. Instead, I let him lower my body and genuflected to a vertical kneel position to avoid letting my knees touch the dirty floor.
He gently grasped my right hand and led it to grab hold of his large black penis.
As my hand lifted up the heavy black penis, I was able to look at his penis up close. His black penis looked magnificently beautiful with good girth.
I felt myself being aroused. I closed my eyes and smelled his manly musky scent. I don't know if it was the wine, but the his scent was intoxicating. It almost made me feel more tipsy.
I found my mouth watering. I licked my lips. I then opened my eyes, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his crown.
"This is so not me. I hope you don't get the wrong idea." I looked up at him with a sly smile.
"Don't worry 'bout it babe. That's what I want. And I know that's what you want too, right now," he then pushed his penis closer and smeared his precum on my cheek.
Darn it! It had been such a long time. I wanted to taste it more than anything else in the world at that moment.
I kept my gaze to his eyes and opened my mouth as I took the semi flaccid dick into my mouth. As it sled deeper into my mouth, my tongue immediately tasted his manly taste. My tongue ran along the bottom of the veiny shaft, tasting the velvety skin, and lathering it with my saliva and savored its magnificent taste.
Opening my mouth as wider as I possibly could and I pushed my lips down over the head of his cock, I engulfed his top and filled every inch of my vacant mouth space with thick black meat.
"Oh, yeah, babe. That's it."
My left hand at the same time grabbed one of his two, low hanging, large balls while my right hand grabbed the base of his shaft.
"Mmmm..." I let out a moan, as I felt so aroused and dirty at the same time to do this in a public restroom. With no door on the stall, anyone could walk in and see us.