The anxiety I felt was unsettling. Andrew would be home in about a half hour. As usual, he would be super horny from his workout, and he already made it clear that he intends to try and mount me.
I showered and shaved my body totally smooth, to be perfect for him. As I soaped myself down I was feeling my asshole. It felt extremely tight, and that's what he loved about it. However, I understood it would never feel like this, ever again, if he has his way.
My ass triggered his strongest of sexual urges, and Andrew would articulate his feelings by saying, "Look how tight, sexy, and irresistible it is. I want to stretch it all out, and open it all up."
I know that I actively facilitated his urges, by my words, and my suggestive actions. The truth is, I love that he wants me in the most extreme way possible. That doesn't mean I'm not scared of what his enormous cock would do to me.
Undeniably, my little ass had triggered his super masculine urges to conquer, physically break down, and own it. After all, a super stud like Andrew needs to experience, and to exhibit, the full potential of what his enormous cock is capable of doing. Part of me wants that too. I fantasize about it, particularly thoughts of him pumping me, and then breeding me with all that sperm, like only he can.
Consistent with his instinctual needs, he has been diligently courting and tempting me, using his fingers, tongue, and lips to sensitize my ass. To further entice me, he proudly shows me his enormous cock, and when he does, my mind becomes singularly focused on it-- the enormous size, manly smell, big veins, and my sexy thoughts of what it would do to my little virgin asshole.
I was thinking about big muscles, and big cocks, all the time. I found myself spending more time looking at the muscleman magazines he got me. Then, I'd go online to look at big cock. Andrew brought home more and more muscleman magazines for me, and encouraged my internet searches.
The last time we looked at a muscleman magazine together, I made a comment about several big black muscleman we were looking at. At that point, Andrew mentioned I would probably like his workout partner, who was also a black guy. He said his workout partner was, like him, much more muscular than the guys in the magazine.
I was a little surprised, but said, "Wow, you never told me about your black workout partner! But yeah, I probably would like to see him, especially if he's as built as you are."
"Cool, I'm sure you'll meet him sometime," he matter-of-factly concluded.
In any event, I wanted Andrew to mount me, and fantasized about him fucking me into utter submission, but my anxiety was palpable. I was very conflicted. At this point, I just wanted him to fully take charge, be assertive, and do what he must to me.
Facilitating the inevitable, I ended up wearing the baby blue silk robe he liked the most. It was the shortest one I had. I wanted him to know I was interested in giving myself up to him, completely.
I was in the kitchen when he came home. Andrew went directly into his bedroom, and I could hear him removing his sweaty gym cloths. He delayed coming out because he kept looking at himself in the full-length mirror, reveling over his muscular, pumped up, and smelly body, and his semi-hard, giant cock.
Finally, Andrew came out to greet me, and I eagerly ran to him. We hugged passionately, and he was beyond horny. He thanked me for wearing the baby blue robe.
I could tell that he worked out especially hard. I don't think I'd ever seen him so pumped up, and so super smelly. His skin had a naturally oily sheen, and his dense muscles glistened from it. Andrew wanted to make an impression on me, and he succeeded, in a very profound way.
Neither of us was sure what to do next. Normally, I would have already been worshiping his muscles as a prelude to sucking him off, and he would have been flexing for me. But in this case, we just held each other tight. Finally, Andrew broke the silence and implied that we didn't have to do "it" if I didn't want too. It was my opportunity to back out. A last chance to change course, which I didn't.
I wasn't sure exactly how to respond, and just kept holding him close. Then he moved me off his chest, kissed me, and pushed me down to my knees and said, "Don't think too much baby, just do what you do best." His cock looked astonishing, bigger than I've ever seen it. I couldn't help but sniff it's potent smell, rubbing my nose on it sensually, as I did so.
A remarkable amount of nectar was oozing out of it, coating his enormous cock. Andrew loves showing off his sheer size, and was emphasizing it in order to entice me. I started kissing, licking, and sucking it, uncontrollably. I was in heaven. It tasted and smelled stronger than it ever had.
The more I worshiped it, the more I fantasized about him fucking me. I think that was precisely his objective. Eventually, I was so turned on, that my trepidation subsided, and I actually wanted him to mount me.
Pre-cum was all over my face, as I looked up at him with unrelenting desire in my eyes. Then, I reached down under my little silk robe, and lightly fingered my tight ass, making him grunt and moan, as I sensually signaled my apparent interest. Andrew's big cock now started throbbing, and oozing extra pre-cum.
