You hesitate and then stammer, "Yes. I do", to which he replies, "Good girl" and repeats, "what did you think about". You text him, "I thought about the possibilities of you fucking me in every way possible and having your big cock pleasuring me. I was very hot and wet."
"So, if I were in town today where would your head be about getting together with me? I'm not in town, I'm just curious"
"Shit", You think, "Is he reading my mind?" and reply, "If you were in town today? I would meet you or have you come over and I would have you plow you fuck me silly"
"Good girl. Keep thinking about that and remembering this feeling. I love it. You are in control, right now. I'm on your time. Gotta go."
There are few text exchanges the rest of the day. Quick little compliments from Darick. He will tell you things that he wants to do with you. Asks you to text what you want him to do you. He also keeps asking if you are still comfortable with everything so far. You feel at ease.
I land and get in the door about 10:30 when everyone's asleep. The lights are out and I think that you are also asleep. I don't fully get into bed by the time that you are on me, kissing me and very quickly giving me a tremendous blow job.
I don't get to do any of the licking or nibbling that I planned on. You are on top, riding my cock and I am asking about your day. You tell me about your dildo session and your texts with Darick.
I jokingly say, "It sounds like you are kind of sexually smitten by him". There's a look in your eye that I have not seen before in these fantasies, almost trance like. You reply, "Stu, I really want to fuck him. I want to be submissive to him. Is that OK?". I reply with a little moan and tell you that yes, that is great.
The next week drags on as slowly as you can remember any week dragging. The sex is often and hot. You are masturbating daily, use the dildo a few times and even finger your ass. You tell yourself that this is a fun fantasy, but you are not going up to his room. You're just going to have drinks and enjoy the tease."
It's Friday night, you're shaved, extra close. You put on the White House/Black Market dress. You look absolutely amazing. You have an overnight bag with a change of clothes, some new sexy lingerie, the video camera/tripod and make up. You are breathing very heavy. It's not helping that I am kissing the back of your neck, squeezing your ass and rubbing your tits as you get ready.
I look at you and tell you that I am all for this. I love you and I want you to have a great time. I just ask that I get some good pictures and videos this time. I've actually spoken to Darick about this, as well.
The kids think we are both going out. Separately. You are visiting a J.Hilburn friend from the convention and spending the night. I'm meeting a friend to watch a game. We both drive, separately and park in the garage of Darick's hotel.
As you drive, you think about the phone call from Darick that morning. He tells you that he is more excited to meet you than at anytime that he can remember in the lifestyle. There is something about you that keeps him in a state of hardness. He hopes that you are comfortable and feeling good. He wants to make a good impression so that he can follow through with the promises he made to me and to you.
After you tell him that you are actually surprisingly comfortable, but still nervous and can't promise anything. He asks you if he can tell you what he is thinking about. When you tell him it's okay, he tells you about getting you into his hotel room, getting you naked and worshiping your body. About how he will fuck you as you never dreamed you could be fucked. He will be getting you to beg for anything and everything that he wants. He tells you that before lunch the next day, you will beg for and he will fuck your pretty little ass. You are amazed at how wet you feel right now.
It's a nice hotel, but it's not anywhere that we will be noticed. You take the bag and bring it to the concierge to hold. You meet me by the entrance of the bar/restaurant. You give me a kiss and tell me that you love me. We walk in. It's dimly lit, but towards the back you see Darick. Your heart pounds and we walk towards his booth.
Darick looks up and sees you. Your eyes lock for a moment. You notice he is eyeing you up and down. There is a comforting yet powering look to him. It makes you tingle. Once down giving you the once over, his eyes widen with a nice smile. He's obviously pleased. You are struck by his appearance. He is everything that you saw in his pictures and more. He looks bigger than his 6' 3" frame. His form fitting short-sleeve shirt shows how cut his torso is. His bare arms are big, but not like a body-builder. You notice how he would fit into a J.Hilburn shirt.
He gets up and you are able to gaze further down.
Another tingle runs through you as you notice pants that fit him well. Even from 25-30 feet away you can see that there is a bulge. As we near him his look is going right through your eyes and down to your pussy.
He mouths, "Wow!" and shakes his head just a bit.
When we get to him, he takes his look from you to me and shakes my hand and pulls me close for a quick 'man hug.' We are there for a moment and you can see that we are talking, but it's just loud enough that you cannot hear us. You will later find out that he tells me how lucky I am and that he is indebted to me for the opportunity to have a drink. I tell him that I do know how lucky I am and I just love to see you happy and pleasured, and I can see that you are already in a pleasured state.
I remind him that you are so important to me that I will hold him personally responsible for your well being, physically and emotionally. He pulls back for just a second to make sure we have eye contact and guarantees me that he will take care of you as if he were me. I then tell him that as far as I'm concerned, he is me for tonight and that I am giving you to him. He gives me another hug and asks my permission to give you a proper hello, which I tell him is more than OK.
This conversation is only about 30 seconds, but to you it seems like 30 minutes. You want to say hi, but can't figure out why we're taking so long. You are a little jealous that it was that Darick first said hi to, but at the same time, you are impressed that he did acknowledge me. Darick finally turns to you and says, "Mary, what can I say, you are even better than advertised. You look absolutely stunning tonight."
With that he gives you a hug. You can feel him getting hard. He whispers in your ear, "Do you feel what you do to me? If you allow it, I am going to use that cock you feel to fuck you in every hole. Does that sound OK to you?" He is noticing that your breathing is getting heavier as you stammer out, "Oh yeah. I think I want that very badly".
We all sit down and get drinks ordered. It's a comfy area with a sofa-like seat and a nice chair and small table. I am sitting in a chair that is close. You are on the bench seat "in between". My chair is almost in front of you, but off just enough that Darick has to lean close to you to speak to me. As he does that, to steady himself, his right hand is just above your knee.
The conversation is very pleasant as we discuss families, backgrounds, how we met, etc... As we talk, he periodically lightly squeezes your lower thigh, or rubs his large pointer finger on the inner thigh in a circular pattern. We learn that he is 35 and is a successful sale executive from the Dallas area.
He is divorced. His ex-wife is an alcoholic, but she has actually turned her life around, but too late. He has to pre-teenage kids, a boy and a girl. He seems to be a very genuine individual, having grown up in a small rural community and worked on some farms and ranches as a youth.
As the second drink arrives, you are having a difficult time focusing on the conversation. I break the ice by asking him how he got to AFF and the lifestyle.
He tells us that it started when he was at a convention and got to be friends with a white guy who was there with his wife, just after his divorce. He was a little out of shape and not feeling great about himself, but when he was out with the couple, she kept eyeing him and staying close to him. They all got drunk and went dancing. When he was dancing with the wife, it was basically a make out session on the dance floor. The night ended up where he was invited back to their room and he fucked the wife, while the husband taped, for hours. He became intoxicated with how willing and wanton a white wife can become when impaled on his thick, black cock.
I notice that while he is describing the evening and the bedroom activities, how intensely you are listening. I also notice Darick's hand is now not just above your knee, but about half-way up your thigh and that you've opened your legs, just a bit. I can see your beautiful breast really heaving as your breathing intensifies. It is really hot. It makes me wonder if I want to be in the room, though I know that's not what I want.
