I had posted an ad several days earlier, but my availability to host had ended; I decided to delete the responses I had received. I logged in to my E-mail account and checked each reply to see if there were any gems I would want to keep, and there was one that stood out as special. It was from a handsome black man with an offer to host me regularly; the name he gave was Pike.
He included three photos that showed his handsome features, a lean, firm body, and a fat, half-hard dick that drooped more than halfway to his knees. He said that we had played together before, apologized for performing poorly, and offered to make up for his previous shortcomings. I was sure I would remember someone like him but could not. I wrote back and offered to come the next morning at around 10 AM and received a reply confirming our rendezvous.
I woke up at 6 AM and I was filled with excitement as I went downstairs to have my morning coffee and check the financials. Returning upstairs, I sent him an E-Mail requesting final instructions. While waiting for his reply, I showered and deep-cleaned my insides. I put on my bra, open-bottom stockings, open-bottom panties, and my favorite blue dress.
I put on a long sleeve shirt to cover the top of my dress, jeans over the bottom and covered my stockings with black crew socks. I packed a shoulder bag with some lube, some poppers, my jewelry, and lipstick. I checked my E-Mail and was delighted to find he had replied with his address and instructions on how to find him.
I set out around 9:30 in the morning, but since I don’t have a phone capable of navigation, I became lost and did not arrive till around 10:30 AM. It was a high-rise luxury condo building with a keypad security entry. Even though several residents held the door for me, I still used the code he gave me and made my way to the 8th floor. Outside the elevator, I got lost in a maze of corridors and had to call him again, so he came to meet me in the hall.
The man that met me looked nothing like the photo. I did not care because he was just as handsome as the man in the photograph. I was horny and would fuck him anyway. He did not look black; he could easily be a Puerto Rican or Sicilian like me. He was interested in having sex with me, and I would try my best to rock his world.
Once inside his condo, I immediately got the jeans, shirt, shoes, and socks off to become feminine again. He told me to get face down on the towel he had placed on the bed, so I lay prone on the towel, watching him disrobe. As he took off his clothes, I realized he was the man in the photo; the camera had not accurately reproduced his skin tone. He was black, his body was magnificent, and his eleven-inch dick was spectacular.
On my belly is not what he meant by face down, so he asked me to get up on my knees. He asked me to get further back toward the edge, which I did. He pulled me back further, and I found myself in a familiar position. My ankles were right on the corner of the bed, and my ass hung far over the edge of the bed in a way I could not hold for long without support. This position is favored by men with extremely-large dicks because my weight will rest on their cock so that I can not squirm away.
I had told him to make a slow entry and that once his balls touched my bottom, he could fuck anyway and as hard as he liked. I was amazed at how easily his massive eleven-inch cock slid into me. Once inside me, his preferred style was to work deep inside me using reasonably long strokes. I reached between my legs to caress his beautiful, tight, rectangular scrotum. I felt a slight discomfort deep inside me, which I knew was caused by lack of lube, but I said nothing because he was riding right on my G-Spot, and it felt heavenly.