So, my meet-up on Tuesday afternoon (see "Tuesday can't cum quick enough" for background) was such a fantastic experience 
I met Mark at his hotel (I can't host for several reasons which I'll go into another time). Handsome Black guy, nice body, smooth, bit of a dadbod (which I particularly like), taller than me. Killer smile. We'd been chatting a bit before arranging the meet so there wasn't too much awkwardness - he was very friendly, and I was put at ease straight away.
After a bit of kissing and fondling, I got a hand into his underwear. He'd teased me before by telling me his approximate length and girth (10.5ins long, 7ins thick) and he wasn't exaggerating! He wasn't even fully hard at this point either. I'm no size queen; so long as it can get hard and I can make you cum, I'm happy. But this cock was going to be a challenge, and one I was excited to take on.
Clothes come off, I get down on my knees and take his semi-hard dick in his mouth. At this point, I'm able to get a lot of it in my mouth and throat with some effort - I wasn't able to get quite as much in when he was fully erect. I'm on my knees, looking up at him with my mouth crammed full of his thickening meat. He's moaning and running a hand through my hair as I keep sucking. It feels so fucking good.
Prior to meeting up, we discussed what we liked doing and what we wanted to do, so I knew he liked to be rimmed. I love rimming (so long as everything is clean), so we get onto the bed, him on all fours, firm arse in the air. I position myself behind him and between his legs and start to get to work. WIth the first couple of deep licks, and the friction of my beard against the sensitive skin of his arse, he is moaning and writhing, grinding his arse against my face, enjoying my tongue work. I spend a good 10-15 minutes teasing his hole, licking gently, firmly, using just the tip of my tongue then the full span of it, losing myself in the experience.
At some point though, I need to come up for air. He returns the favour by eating my hole which makes my own dick solid. He's good, enthusiastic and full of gusto. As he's getting my arse slick, I've got a hand between my legs, wanking myself. My cock is pulsing with pleasure as he rims me deep and I need to take my hand off because I don't want to shoot my load so soon.
He leans over me, his (now fully hard) cock resting on my arse crack. He draws his face close to mine and then he whispers in my ear: "Can I fuck you?"
Being fucked wasn't part of my plan for the day. My previous bottoming attempts had not been pleasurable or enjoyable for me - and every guy had been smaller in both girth and length than Mark. I was worried that a combination of lack of experience on my side and just the sheer size of him would be a recipe for disaster.
But plans can change.
What my previous partners didn't do, which Mark did, was take their time. He didn't just stick on a condom, rub a bit of lube on my hole and then try and piledrive me through the mattress. Before I agreed to give it a try, I explained some of my previous issues with bottoming. We talked a bit about what I could do and what he could do to help make the experience better. He was gentle but firm, checking at every point if I was OK or if I wanted to stop. He advised me to breathe deeply, to move my hips at my own pace (at least to begin with), how to work my internal muscles to help me take more of him in. With such a sizeable weapon, I was concerned he might do some damage, but he didn't. It began to get uncomfortable as he started to build up more of a rhythm himself, so I asked him to stop. As he withdrew, the sensation of his schlong being taken out felt so good I almost came.
We got into a kind of 69, which shifted into him first lying on top of me (so he could suck me) then into him pretty much just sitting on my face whilst I alternated between sucking his balls and licking his arse. He began wanking himself briskly; with my face buried in his hole, I did the same. As I began to tip over the edge, I threw my head back on the bed and moaned "fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
I was that turned on, the first couple of shots came out with some velocity and hit Mark's chest (he's still riding my face at this point). Grabbing my cock at the base, letting the spunk fly out and feeling my cockhead pulse with each shot as I continued to cum, the next three or four spurts covered my belly before one last trickle ran from my slit down into my pubic hair. Knowing we were meeting up, I didn't pleasure myself for a few days prior. I nearly saw stars as my body convulsed with sheer pleasure.
Mark was impressed. With my own jizz trickling down his chest, he dismounted, knelt by my face then shot his own three-day load. A couple of shots coated my face; I then opened my mouth and he deposited the rest of it down my warm, willing throat. Mark shuddered with post-cum ecstasy as I then teased his sensitive cockhead, gently sucking and licking, making sure I got every drop out. He collapsed on the bed next to me, both of us absolutely spent.
After a few moments to catch our breath, he then asked if I wanted a bottle of water or needed anything. I suggested maybe we could take a shower together, to get clean after getting dirty, but the shower cubicle wasn't big enough for both of us. I showered first; whilst I dried myself, he jumped in. Sat on the edge of the bed, body aching, balls empty, I couldn't quite believe what had just happened. I'd been fucked by a Black guy with a 10-inch dick. Something off the bucket list.
[Post-script: Afterwards, both freshly showered and lying on the towels on the bed, we chatted, kissed, cuddled and spooned. He was in the city for work for a few days and was in Cardiff every other month or so. I said, if he fancied another session of naughty fun, to let me know when he's next due and, if schedules align, we could meet up again.
"Definitely" he smiled.]
I met Mark at his hotel (I can't host for several reasons which I'll go into another time). Handsome Black guy, nice body, smooth, bit of a dadbod (which I particularly like), taller than me. Killer smile. We'd been chatting a bit before arranging the meet so there wasn't too much awkwardness - he was very friendly, and I was put at ease straight away.
After a bit of kissing and fondling, I got a hand into his underwear. He'd teased me before by telling me his approximate length and girth (10.5ins long, 7ins thick) and he wasn't exaggerating! He wasn't even fully hard at this point either. I'm no size queen; so long as it can get hard and I can make you cum, I'm happy. But this cock was going to be a challenge, and one I was excited to take on.
Clothes come off, I get down on my knees and take his semi-hard dick in his mouth. At this point, I'm able to get a lot of it in my mouth and throat with some effort - I wasn't able to get quite as much in when he was fully erect. I'm on my knees, looking up at him with my mouth crammed full of his thickening meat. He's moaning and running a hand through my hair as I keep sucking. It feels so fucking good.
Prior to meeting up, we discussed what we liked doing and what we wanted to do, so I knew he liked to be rimmed. I love rimming (so long as everything is clean), so we get onto the bed, him on all fours, firm arse in the air. I position myself behind him and between his legs and start to get to work. WIth the first couple of deep licks, and the friction of my beard against the sensitive skin of his arse, he is moaning and writhing, grinding his arse against my face, enjoying my tongue work. I spend a good 10-15 minutes teasing his hole, licking gently, firmly, using just the tip of my tongue then the full span of it, losing myself in the experience.
At some point though, I need to come up for air. He returns the favour by eating my hole which makes my own dick solid. He's good, enthusiastic and full of gusto. As he's getting my arse slick, I've got a hand between my legs, wanking myself. My cock is pulsing with pleasure as he rims me deep and I need to take my hand off because I don't want to shoot my load so soon.
He leans over me, his (now fully hard) cock resting on my arse crack. He draws his face close to mine and then he whispers in my ear: "Can I fuck you?"
Being fucked wasn't part of my plan for the day. My previous bottoming attempts had not been pleasurable or enjoyable for me - and every guy had been smaller in both girth and length than Mark. I was worried that a combination of lack of experience on my side and just the sheer size of him would be a recipe for disaster.
But plans can change.
What my previous partners didn't do, which Mark did, was take their time. He didn't just stick on a condom, rub a bit of lube on my hole and then try and piledrive me through the mattress. Before I agreed to give it a try, I explained some of my previous issues with bottoming. We talked a bit about what I could do and what he could do to help make the experience better. He was gentle but firm, checking at every point if I was OK or if I wanted to stop. He advised me to breathe deeply, to move my hips at my own pace (at least to begin with), how to work my internal muscles to help me take more of him in. With such a sizeable weapon, I was concerned he might do some damage, but he didn't. It began to get uncomfortable as he started to build up more of a rhythm himself, so I asked him to stop. As he withdrew, the sensation of his schlong being taken out felt so good I almost came.
We got into a kind of 69, which shifted into him first lying on top of me (so he could suck me) then into him pretty much just sitting on my face whilst I alternated between sucking his balls and licking his arse. He began wanking himself briskly; with my face buried in his hole, I did the same. As I began to tip over the edge, I threw my head back on the bed and moaned "fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
I was that turned on, the first couple of shots came out with some velocity and hit Mark's chest (he's still riding my face at this point). Grabbing my cock at the base, letting the spunk fly out and feeling my cockhead pulse with each shot as I continued to cum, the next three or four spurts covered my belly before one last trickle ran from my slit down into my pubic hair. Knowing we were meeting up, I didn't pleasure myself for a few days prior. I nearly saw stars as my body convulsed with sheer pleasure.
Mark was impressed. With my own jizz trickling down his chest, he dismounted, knelt by my face then shot his own three-day load. A couple of shots coated my face; I then opened my mouth and he deposited the rest of it down my warm, willing throat. Mark shuddered with post-cum ecstasy as I then teased his sensitive cockhead, gently sucking and licking, making sure I got every drop out. He collapsed on the bed next to me, both of us absolutely spent.
After a few moments to catch our breath, he then asked if I wanted a bottle of water or needed anything. I suggested maybe we could take a shower together, to get clean after getting dirty, but the shower cubicle wasn't big enough for both of us. I showered first; whilst I dried myself, he jumped in. Sat on the edge of the bed, body aching, balls empty, I couldn't quite believe what had just happened. I'd been fucked by a Black guy with a 10-inch dick. Something off the bucket list.
[Post-script: Afterwards, both freshly showered and lying on the towels on the bed, we chatted, kissed, cuddled and spooned. He was in the city for work for a few days and was in Cardiff every other month or so. I said, if he fancied another session of naughty fun, to let me know when he's next due and, if schedules align, we could meet up again.
"Definitely" he smiled.]