It had been a good few weeks since I'd last met up with O. I'd been having so much naughty fun with Darius and, occasionally, involving H, that I was not sure if I had to use the services of O any more. Who am I kidding.
A small recap, O is an incredibly sexy, gay, black male escort in London that I had been meeting after I'd discovered my fascination and obsession with hung, black man and in particular, at first anyway, their huge black cocks. We'd originally met at his plush apartment in central London where he completely seduced me and although I had originally only wanted to suck some beautiful black, juicy cock, I ended up submitting to him totally and taking his full length inside me. We'd shared a very romantic night in a nice hotel that he recommended and he ended up making love to me that night and I was completely hooked on him. Another meeting fulfilled a massive fantasy of mine when we met at a gym he worked at. He gave me his own personal training session which led to us fucking in the gym sauna and again in the communal showers, all after hours of course, although, the way he had me feeling, I probably wouldn't have minded had the gym been open and full of customers, I still would have submitted.
Safe to say, O had had a big impact on my life and in particular, my sex life as my sexual adventures had developed and adapted over the past couple of months leading to me meeting H and her hot, hung, black house mate, Darius. And we had had a lot of fun together. Read my previous chapters to discover the intimate details.
It was approaching Christmas and H had pulled a few extra shifts at work and so I'd once again been left at her place with the instructions, "just make yourself at home". Darius was out for the night so I might actually be safe from any seduction attempts this evening, seduction attempts to which he massively excelled at. I was always on that ledge of submitting and he could always pull me over that ledge and have me fall head over heels in lust for him. Come to think of it, Darius and O had definitely made me question my sexuality over recent months. I don't know if their magnificent black cocks had turned me gay, but I knew I could no longer consider myself straight. Was it bi-sexual? Did it even have a label? O had referred to me as a 'stray' previously which implies, straight-gay. All I know is that it just felt right and I was loving it. It was just sex, right? Absolutely mind blowing sex.
These were thoughts that consumed me when chubbing myself up and edging whilst watching black cock porn and sniffing poppers. How had it taken me so long to notice how attractive black cock is? The power and confidence of these two beautiful black men had led to me submitting completely to them and even having H witness it all, in all its glory, with Darius. And it left me just wanting more.
I'd been chilling at H's place, switching between reading Literotica stories and watching black cock porn whilst relaxing and spreading out on H's bed. I had a whole ritual, dimming the lights, propping myself up, poppers at hand. Safe to say, I was extremely horny on the night, which could go on to explain exactly what happened as the night developed.
Whilst making my way through suggested videos and stories and really edging and taking my time, I received a txt, completely out of the blue, from O.
O: I want you in my bed now!
Oh my god. This took me completely by surprise. I just looked at the txt for several minutes, trying to figure out how to reply or if to reply. O isn't usually the first to initiate a conversation like this. I was horny and have to admit, I'd love to be in his bed too; getting to grips with his magnificent, black cock. Worshiping it, suckling and obeying it, submitting and bending completely for this hunk of a man. I replied,
Me: What would you do to me?
O replied almost immediately.
O: Devour you from head to toe.
Fuck, that image got me going. My horniness sky-rocketed.
Me: Mmmmmm...
I know it's a lame reply but I wanted to see if he'd do some more ground work to really find out what he wanted.
O: I want to see you tonight!
Me: Oh, you do? (With a heart eyes emoji).
I was being flirty and was intrigued to know what he was thinking.
O: I'm calling you.
And with that, O face-timed me. I didn't know what to do. This is the first time he'd ever facetimed me. I did not expect this. I panicked a little, trying to tidy the room up a bit, I didn't know what I was doing actually. I propped myself up, made sure I looked OK in the mirror, and plucked up the courage to answer.
"Oh, urm. Hey." I greeted him.
He appeared on face-time chat, top off, that chiseled chest on full show, looking very sexy and fuckable.
"Hi. So you fancy coming over or what?" O asked in his deep voice, sounding a little demanding. I liked it!
I had butterflies in my stomach. He actually wanted me to go to his? This close to Christmas? I almost felt a little honoured that he would think of me.
"Urmm, it's a bit late, and I'm already in bed". I attempted to play hard to get.
"Come on. We can have a Christmas drink together. I've even bought you a gift." He panned his camera around and focused on a small gift wrapped box just lay on the edge of his bed. "But, hey. If you don't want it..." He playfully teased.
