Because I adore the way Herbert fucks I think of him often, and tonight would be no exception. He used to come for six hours every Friday and Saturday night. For over a year, something always seemed to keep him too busy to return for a visit. I decided to send him an E-Mail; it was only one word, “tonight?” Much to my surprise, I got an immediate answer “OK.”
I asked if he remembered how to get to my house or if he needed directions. He sent back an answer saying he remembered. I wrote back to him, asking if he would send me an ETA, knowing he would not. He had always taken an inordinately long time to arrive, so I knew I had plenty of time to prepare for his arrival.
I started with my hygienic routine, cleaning myself inside and out, then brushed my silky hair. Herbert does not want any hint of masculinity in a cross-dresser. I put on a pair of blue, tattoo-pattern, open-bottom pantyhose stockings and a pair of purple lace, open-bottom panties with a bow on the back. I put on a sports bra and inserted the silicone artificial breasts.
I selected a metallic gold, micro mini dress, matching gold metallic gloves, and shoes. I dressed in the outfit I had chosen and checked the overall look in the mirror. A pair of long, tassel, rhinestone earrings and my Lady Deville moon-phase watch would complete the ensemble. I put on some dark burgundy lipstick in a slutty manner.
While I waited for Herbert, I sat remembering why I thought of him so fondly. The first thing that came to mind was that he almost always fucked for several hours, as many as five hours on occasion. He would use his massive dick in a gentle, pleasing manner that I found intoxicating. Since I am not a fan of body hair, his smooth, black body was perfect for me.
When Herbert arrived, I was pleased that he followed me right upstairs to my playroom. The last few times we had played together, he had me on my knees on a coffee table in my theater. He would watch porn on the hundred-inch screen while fucking me. Even with lots of pillows, the coffee table hurt my knees.
Once inside my playroom, I immediately dropped to my knees. I squatted at the side of the bed while Herbert disrobed. As he approached, I opened my mouth to invite his large, still flaccid dick inside. I guided my mouth to the head of his cock and drew it in with suction. Once inside my mouth, I could feel his dick slowly grow to a full erection as he began to pump.
I caressed his legs and the cheeks of his ass while he explored my throat with his dick. With each stroke of his dick, he probed deeper and deeper into my throat. Once the entire length of his dick was using my throat, he was so sensitive to my need to breathe and keep from gagging it was as if he were reading my mind. He would slowly push the entire length of his dick down my throat till his scrotum perched on my wet lower lip, pause for three seconds and withdraw.
I fought my instinct to close my eyes while his dick held ownership over my mouth; I wanted to watch his gorgeous cock working on my mouth. He continued fucking my throat for about ten or fifteen minutes as his ball sack became wet with moisture from my tongue and lower lip. We both seemed to end the foreplay simultaneously to begin the main event.
I hopped onto the edge of the bed, and Herbert guided my body to the position he wanted me in. He gently guided my body with his hands without saying a word. Herbert wanted my legs in a particular arrangement, just wide enough for him to fit between them. He placed his hands on the crowns of my hips, and we were both ready to start our dance.
Even though Herbert is a bit over ten inches with considerable girth, the initial penetration is as comfortable as someone half his size. The reason is partly that his dick is only semi-hard when he pushes his dick into me. He makes three attempts to get his dick inside me, each attempt being off target, then, on the fourth attempt, his dick just slid inside me.
The pace started slow, and I mirrored his every movement with my hips to share the work and the pleasure. As the tempo of body movements increased, it became harder to synchronize with him because he would occasionally change the beat. He would, from time to time, push his dick hard inside me and hold it there with a large forward force. I would use my feet on the edge of the bed to pull backward, and my arms braced in front of me to match his pushing.
Occasionally during one of these deep thrusts, I would violently flail my hips back and forth to feel the head of his cock deep inside me. I could feel the sack of his balls gently spread the cheeks of my ass apart. As Herbert fucks he is always striving to get a little deeper inside me. For this reason, I always loved the way that Herbert fucks me.