Lucille: <True or not? I'll maybe tell later>
I can't say the guy ruined my life because he brought my son.
But he ruined my career and my sexlife.
Went from hotel manager to be, to part-time general dogsbody in the same hotel...
...because of the kid.
And most men just don't measure up any more...
...because of the big cock.
I was 21 fresh out of university, and setting out on my career in hotels.
We'll not pretend I was a virgin. My nickname was the unimaginative "Loose Lucy", or the even less imaginative, "Bike".
So yes I'd had a few partners, more than a few. None outstandingly big, I think maybe eight inches was the biggest. Which ain't a tiddler of course...
Then Neal arrived. He was a temporary porter, or bell boy, as I think they are called in the US.
He was ordinary looking, nothing special. Nothing special at all.
On his first day I had only seen him briefly, but at lunch one of the receptionists mentioned him.
"Ugly bastard isn't he?" she said.
"Well, that's maybe a bit harsh" I said "But... yeah!"
We giggled.
"Did you see the bulge on him though?" she went on."He's either got a drawer full of socks down there or he is HUUUGE. Must be true what they say about black guys!".
Well, to cut a long introduction short, later that day he was changing a light bulb, and was at just the right height for me to check out if my friend had been telling the truth.
She had.
Not only was there a pretty nice sized bulge, in fact I could see quite clearly the outline of his long, long, fat penis.
Bearing this was some nine years ago, I can't remember exactly what I was thinking, but I think I must have looked for a long time.
Eventually Neal said, "Happy with it? Miss Webster?"
He was looking at me and smiling.
I blushed deeply.
One of my more embarrassing moments.
But bravely I said to him, "Yes fine, please check the bulbs in the kitchens."
That evening I was out with my boyfriend at the time, Tony, and at the restaurant, I found myself comparing what I knew Tony had, to what I thought Neal MUST have........
I can't say the guy ruined my life because he brought my son.
But he ruined my career and my sexlife.
Went from hotel manager to be, to part-time general dogsbody in the same hotel...
...because of the kid.
And most men just don't measure up any more...
...because of the big cock.
I was 21 fresh out of university, and setting out on my career in hotels.
We'll not pretend I was a virgin. My nickname was the unimaginative "Loose Lucy", or the even less imaginative, "Bike".
So yes I'd had a few partners, more than a few. None outstandingly big, I think maybe eight inches was the biggest. Which ain't a tiddler of course...
Then Neal arrived. He was a temporary porter, or bell boy, as I think they are called in the US.
He was ordinary looking, nothing special. Nothing special at all.
On his first day I had only seen him briefly, but at lunch one of the receptionists mentioned him.
"Ugly bastard isn't he?" she said.
"Well, that's maybe a bit harsh" I said "But... yeah!"
We giggled.
"Did you see the bulge on him though?" she went on."He's either got a drawer full of socks down there or he is HUUUGE. Must be true what they say about black guys!".
Well, to cut a long introduction short, later that day he was changing a light bulb, and was at just the right height for me to check out if my friend had been telling the truth.
She had.
Not only was there a pretty nice sized bulge, in fact I could see quite clearly the outline of his long, long, fat penis.
Bearing this was some nine years ago, I can't remember exactly what I was thinking, but I think I must have looked for a long time.
Eventually Neal said, "Happy with it? Miss Webster?"
He was looking at me and smiling.
I blushed deeply.
One of my more embarrassing moments.
But bravely I said to him, "Yes fine, please check the bulbs in the kitchens."
That evening I was out with my boyfriend at the time, Tony, and at the restaurant, I found myself comparing what I knew Tony had, to what I thought Neal MUST have........
