It had been 4 weeks since my first encounter with O. I could not go for more than a couple of hours without thinking about that magical night that fate had brought us together. O had txt me the very next morning and asked if I had enjoyed our time together.
I obviously played it cool and replied the very second his txt landed in my inbox, and told him that he had given me the best sex I had ever experienced, and to add to that, it had been my first time with a man, a very hot, sexy Adonis of a black man, the man of my dreams, O.
I felt like a doting schoolgirl with her first crush. Every time my phone would ping and it was from O, I could feel my heart flutter and a deep yearning come over me and a hunger and craving that I had not experienced before took a hold.
To take things back a touch, O was a male escort I had encountered and who's services I had acquired after months of scouring the internet looking for the hottest interracial porn I could find.
Interracial porn was now my staple in any self-pleasure activities I participated in. In other works, I would squeeze and rub and stroke my cock to all the beautiful, big, black cocks I could find online. There was something about them huge black cocks, all wet and shiny, being worshipped and pleasured by sexy, cock hungry white girls.
I often found that I would imagine I was the girl in the scene, and it was me taking them massive, beautiful black dicks and making it my personal mission to pleasure as many black men as I could get my hands on. You could say it had become a bit of an obsession.
One night, instead of browsing the biggest and best black cocks on the internet, I searched for male escorts, in particular, black male escorts. O was my perfect man. Tall, strong, ruggedly handsome, very charming with dark skin and the most beautiful black cock between his legs.
I had since learnt that when O is not using that delicious, black, meaty cock for pleasuring black cock loving white men like me, that he was a personal trainer in his day job. Finding out about his day job as a PT opened a whole new series of fantasies for me but I will save them for a later story. Chapter 1 of My Story describes our first encounter after exchanging messages and numbers online.
Since that first encounter, we had exchanged the occasional flirty or suggestive txt, which I would find myself blushing at when reading them. He was insatiable and the pictures and short videos of him displaying his impressive manhood convinced me (not that I needed it) that I had to see him again. He knew just how to tease me so that he knows I will be craving more of that beautiful, delicious black cock.
We arranged a suitable date for us both and O made a few suggestions to make our evening more romantic, a term which I found appealed to me and made me grow more excited to hear his thoughts.
O recommended a nice hotel in the area, not far from his apartment, where we would be able to set the mood and enable us to just be that extra bit more relaxed with each other. It sounded perfect.
O sent me the link for the hotel, and I proceeded to book a room for the night in question. I booked a standard double, I kind of liked the idea of being in a smaller space with this perfect specimen of a man rather than one of the larger suite-style rooms that were available. I had an experience from our first night together that the size of this man in an enclosed space with me made me feel more vulnerable and willing to submit to him and I liked the feeling and was excited to experience more of it. Room booked. This was starting to get real.
Throughout the 4 weeks since our first liaison, O had been complimenting me on my peachy, behind. He said I had a nice phat (spelt with a ph), white, bubble butt and he enjoyed getting to grips with it during our first meet.
He txt me asking if I'd ever worn ladies' panties. I thought it was a little odd but was more than willing to hear more. I found myself wanting to please him. O suggested that my peachy ass cheeks would look just perfect held in gently by a nice little lacy number, or some frilly satin panties.
He again sent me some links for women's underwear shops in the area and number of styles that are his favourites. I browsed the list he had given me and found a nice tasteful pair that I am sure he would approve of. They were rose coloured satin on the front with a revealing behind on the rear of the panties. A few strands of lace across the back which I figured would definitely allow O some easier access should he desire.
I learned that they are called, bottomless panties and were for perfect for those who delved into and explored the pleasures of ass play. And that is something I most definitely want to experience more of with my perfect man. O declared that my ass would look good enough to eat in them panties, a statement that piqued my interest.
