Lexi and the BBC
My third month in LA was a mixed bag all around, job, living, sex, basically everything. There were positives and there were negatives. I guess that's life, you win some, you lose some. Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug. Sometimes you give, sometimes you take . . . well, you get the idea. Like I said, a mixed bag.
My first order of business was moving into my new apartment. That was exciting but having no furniture, not so much. Buying furniture was fun but having no money, not so much. On and on, every day was a challenge balancing working and setting up my life in my new place.
A guy that bartended with me on the evening shift helped me with moving stuff. He even helped me shop because I didn't have a car. Really cute guy and I enjoyed his company. I was now working days and he was still on nights, so no work conflict. It started platonic but we started hanging so much on our days off, so then it got more serious.
He was so cute, very thoughtful and respectful of me. We weren't really dating, but more hanging out together. We had a couple meals at the apartment and then would go out so it started to feel date-like. Then, the second weekend we went to some clubs and had a great time. When he brought me back to the apartment he finally kissed me. He grabbed some titty and I stroked his cock. I was really horny as I had not had sex for 2 weeks. There was so much going on and I just thought a break would do me good anyway.
So we're on the sofa and things are starting to heat up and he says, 'I better go.'
I'm thinking WTF? Am I rubbing to hard or what?
'I just don't want to move too fast.'
Wow, this guy has feelings for me. I wasn't sure it was mutual but I did like him and thought it was sweet he was being respectful.
So I said, 'How about I give you a blowjob?'
He didn't need convincing. I slurped him down with my face in his lap and he came in 5 minutes. He was hard from the get go and I 'blew' him away!
Now things can get weird after you move from friendship to sex, but I have to say, everything was cool after that, so I was relieved. He didn't start texting me every day and asking how my day went or anything that would be a turn off. We saw each other between shifts, chatted like normal, and that was that.
But the next week, near the end of the month, the other evening shift bartender quit and I was asked to move to the evening bar. That was great by me, but it meant working with the new buddy. So we talked and decided it would be best to not see each other anymore. I did mentioned we should continue to be friends with benefits, and his eyes lit up. I hoped a nice fuck would be on the horizon.
With that change, I was making more money and had a better work schedule. I liked working nights and being in the evening bar. That gave me days off again so I could really get my life in order. I had my finances under control, a decently furnished apartment, and a good paying job so the stress was lifted and I could be myself again, or be Lexi the LA slut again!!
It was the last week of the month and I had been pleasuring myself all month, if you don't count the one encounter. I was really horny. I know where the 'dog in heat' expression comes from as I was that dog.
I did start thinking about my life though and sort of felt my slut life had maybe run its course. Yea, it was only a couple months of activity, but it was a lot of adventure packed into those weeks. I decided maybe I needed to back it down, as I had already begun to, and start living a more normal life by not put myself at risk or in harm's way. I knew some of my adventures could have gone south in a hurry (not to be confused with me going down), and I was fortunate to have nothing but pleasant memories of the wild sex I had experienced.
But I had one item on my bucket list. I wanted a Big Black Cock in the worst way. I had had more than one black cock, but one time I was blindfolded and the other was a group thing with mixed race participants. I wanted a BBC to myself. I wanted to not only feel it but see it. I needed to be a BBC slut.
I wasn't sure how to ensure I could get my wish but figured I'd start with a personal classified. So I placed one on classifiedads.com
SWF desires BBC. Make my fantasy come true.
I got a reply the same day. I texted my bare chest picture to him and he declined, saying he wanted someone more blonde. Whoa, seriously? I wish I had a BBC so I could be so picky. Damn.
The next day I received 2 inquiries. I worked them both. In both cases I sent my picture and this time passed to eye test. I asked for pictures of their cocks. The first guy was nothing special. The second guy was larger but I wasn't that impressed. I told the first guy I changed my mind and then set up a meet with the second guy for my day off. We didn't have a place, just a rough day and time.
On day 3 I got another inquiry and this time hit the jackpot. If the picture was legit, I was about to have my wishes fulfilled. He approved of me and I, of course, of him and we set up a meet. This time I got real specific and he agreed to get a room at a hotel downtown that I knew I could walk to. We got friendly enough in text to facetime and I got to see him and have a real conversation. He was a big guy, somewhat overweight, from the looks of him on my phone it didn't bother me, I just wanted that cock. He actually went to the bathroom and pulled his member out for me to verify. How sweet, LOL. He did confess he was married and just liked to watch hot white blondes suck his dick. When he said that I nearly had an orgasm. I was so ready. I may not be a bleached blonde, but at least I'm blonde enough for this BBC. It's his lucky day, and mine too!
I met up with BBC at 4PM on a Monday (my day off) at the hotel. I don't know his work situation, or home situation either, but I guess that was an OK time for him to disappear and get lucky. I got a drink and sat at the bar, and he was just a few minutes behind me. He got a beer and we chatted for a bit, slugged down the refreshments and headed up to the room. We weren't there to drink.
I didn't know what to expect and was actually nervous, as if I was auditioning for a part. I wanted to be amazing for what I figured was an evening I wouldn't forget and hopefully, not regret. I had trained myself to be submissive when in an obvious slut girl situation. He'd let me know what to do.
I was wearing somewhat conservative clothes. I had on a stylish stretch white top, over a black bra. It wasn't see through but you could still make out the bra through the white fabric. I wore a nice short stretch red skirt with teeny panties underneath. I had on heeled sandals. My make-up was a bit heavy with dark eyes. I knew an XL cock in my throat was going to make my mascara run and I figured he'd want to enjoy watching that. My hair was down.
He was casual, with somewhat baggy slacks, a nylon or poly shirt buttoned down a few notches and joggers. He was a big guy, and was a bit overweight, mostly in his stomach. He had a bit of a beer belly but mostly he was just thick. I'm not small, but I would be no match for a pushing match with him. He'd have his way with me one way or another, so I hoped he was just here for the sex.
It was funny how my mind was already moving past being a slut, as I caught myself being a bit concerned for my safety, when in my previous encounters, I was 100% focused on cock sucking. I reminded myself this was on my bucket list, keep moving.
We entered the room and I turned to him and he moved closer to me. I reached up and started to unbutton the rest of his shirt. He reached down pulled me closer by my ass. He started feeling and squeezing my butt cheeks.
'You have a nice ass to go with those tits.'
'Thanks.'
'Ever taken an anal?'
Now, it was nice he was almost asking permission, but this wasn't going the way I was hoping. I wanted him to tell me to bend over and then shove his footlong into my tight butt cheeks, but alas, here I was.
'I'm here to do what you want me to do. Whatever turns you on baby. As the saying goes, Just Do It.'
'Yea? You want some black cock, don't you? All the white girls do.' he chuckled.
'Well, I can't speak for anyone else, but I know I do!' I said as I dropped to my knees. It was show time.
He started unbuckling his pants and I decided to not assist. I would have loved to undue his belt, unzip him, pull down his pants and undies and grab that big bone but he wanted to expose himself to me instead. I put my hands on my knees and watched intently as he undid and dropped his pants. I could see he was indeed huge right through his undies.
'Well?'
I looked up at him. 'May I have your cock, Sir?'
'Go get it.'
With that, I reached up and pulled down his undies to reveal an amazing dick. I mean it was all I hoped for. Long and thick. It was as large as I had ever seen in person, probably over 10 inches, and had serious mass. Putting my mouth around his shaft would require me to stretch my cheeks (face cheeks, butt cheeks maybe later). It was incredible.
He was already starting to stiffen but I took his shaft into my hand and pulled it up to my mouth.
