I work in entertainment, my husband in hospitality. My daughter was a year old and I was fat and over it, my husband and I never have any time together and it’s always been known that I need attention. I went on-line, to a site I had used previously before I got married, one you have to pay for, hopefully making the pool of men more up to my standard. My standard? Tall, dark, handsome, smart, older than me, funny, sexy, as you can see I don’t need much. After scoping several men, I found Mike. Well Mike found me, he commented on how much he liked my photo -one I had taken a week before on a night out, my body looked shapely and my breasts high, firm and round. Having huge breasts, how they look in my clothes has always been important, the wrong outfit and I can look 20 years older, however in this pic Kim Kardashian has nothing on me, even with the extra weight I was carrying. I decided to reply back to Mike, he turned out to be a 50-year-old Scottish Architect, looking for love. I played along. After a couple of weeks back and forth texting, I received my first dick pic…
WOW!!!!
Mikes cock was large and thick and heavy-looking, a gorgeous pink mushroom like tip with a veiny shaft. I’m a young black woman, who has always LOVED a thick white cock… this picture had my pussy quivering and my mouth-watering in an instant. i decided I simply had to meet this man.
Mike and I started sending each other a fantasy story a day, it became normal for me to change my thong a few times a day, reading his stories left me saturated, if a man had an imagination that thorough or experiences like those to recall on, I knew we would be nothing short of dynamite in bed, again, I had to meet this man.
Finally, after a back and forth of clashing diaries and only having 3 evenings of the week to choose from (he lived in Scotland and only came to London for work from Monday morning to Thursday afternoon) the next Wednesday evening we met. I was in my black jeans and a black v neck top, leopard print converse and my lob sleek and perfect, he went for a pink shirt, blue jeans and brown brogues. That was the only time our difference in age showed, YUK. Mike had previously told me two stories about two almost perfect women that he couldn’t commit to, one although visually perfect, smart and funny, simply could not kiss -something Mike and myself were very passionate about- the other was carrying a very off-putting smell down below. Naturally I was confident, I mean I definitely don’t smell ANYWHERE and I think my kissing is great, I have full round lips that do most of the work for me, then I get lost in the kiss and my soul does the rest.
I arrive at the gastropub where we had planned to meet, nervous that I was really doing this, I have not had to impress a man for 8 years and at this moment I wanted Mike to want me. I saw him stood there, tall, handsome enough, a little belly (im used to nothing but washboard at home) I was totally into him, we had already connected and honestly I wouldn’t have cared what he looked like. As soon as I was in reach he grabbed me into a tight hold and kissed me so thoroughly, I was breathless, he pulled away and said in his thick Scottish accent “Whoever taught you how to kiss, I want to thank them.” To which I replied a breathy “hello.’ He laughed a hearty laugh and I was sold. After a few drinks, plenty of laughs and great conversation, he asked me back to his hotel room, this was the point I knew I was having sex with him.
When we get through his door, he instructs me to stay standing as there is something he has wanted to do all night, looking me dead in the eye he rubs his cock through his jeans and it is rock hard, he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip and says he cant wait to push his cock into my beautiful mouth. He pulls my arms above my head and takes off my top, then he reaches around my back and undoes the clasp to my bra, my full heavy breasts fall free and he groans as he lowers his head to lather my nipple. My immediate response was to let my head fall back, the excitement of my naughtiness plus the control Mike was exercising over me, had my response meter on absolute maximum, I could barely stand straight. Mike got on his knees taking my jeans off at the same time, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, he sucked hard on my pussy lips, his tongue purposely gliding across my clitoris every now and then, every time I came close to my orgasm, he moved as far away from my clit as possible. Slowly he stood up, licking a trail up my body on his way. He circled my belly button, bit my nipples hard and then soothed them with his tongue. He kissed across my collarbone then gently sucked his way up my neck until he took me into that kiss that he does so well. A droplet of my juice ran down my inner thigh, horny is not the word to describe how desperate this man had me feeling. Mike finally stands straight, takes a step back and starts to undress, holding my gaze the whole time. When I was finally able to tear my eyes away I saw it, there it was, his cock was HUGE!! I realise that im just staring at it, not because I was calm enough to be aware of myself and realise I was staring, no, because he starts to laugh and says, ‘You can close your mouth now, or I might have to fill it with something.’ He stands me in front of the mirror and I hear the ripping of foil. Slowly he plants each of my arms on either side of the mirror and tells me if I stop looking him in the eye he will stop fucking me, I stare him hard in his eyes in the mirror, I would not dare looking away. A slight grin lights his face as he pushes the tip of his cock into my pussy, I automatically move away, he is so big, he holds me in place and pushes in further, “I love your tight black pussy,” he says the slams into me hard, my world shatters apart, I have never felt so full, so consumed, so controlled, so POWERFUL.
It was then it hit me, I’ve officially cheated on my husband and I LIKE IT…
Hon x
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