The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step - A brave step...
I grew up in Bensonhurst Brooklyn my whole life. A lifestyle that was a given where we came from and that was white girls did not date black men. You were a disgrace. At the age of 26 years old I became single and found myself looking at black men, real dark to be specific. After coming out of a long crazy relationship I felt it was time to explore, be a woman of the world and try something new. We all know the myth about black men "being hung like horses". I started to secretly date a Jamaican man. The accent drove me crazy inside. My first experience was a flop and everything I heard about these men I didn't experience yet. I felt like doing something really fuckin hot and crazy.
I was crushing over one of my Instagram followers. I referred to him as the "mystery man". As I scrolled thru the pics, he had not one pic of his face. It really turned me on. I must see this man's face because I know he's hot. I started to post sexual pics and quotes just to see if he'd like them and he did. I immediately knew he loved to fuck. Every time he liked a picture I'd smile. One day I was sitting at my desk and felt brave enough to send him a direct message. (As I seen him open and read the message my heart began to pound out of my chest.) and there it was, his phone number and I responded with mine. Just a few minutes later he accidentally called my phone while programming my number. His voice was so hot and it made me wet. Now we start texting and getting acquainted. (We lived in two different states so I wasn't getting my hopes up to meet him.) He didn't hesitate or think twice and sent me a pic of his handsome self. I felt flattered the "mystery man" revealed his identity. He was better looking than I imagined. I was still so turned on that he doesn't show his face on social media and I had multiple pictures. How did he know I wouldn't share one? Well thats not my style.. One night I was laying in bed tipsy feeling hot and brave. I started taking pictures of my pussy and sent him one. Omg did I really just send that?? Of course he loved the pic of my bald pink pussy. I never send out pictures but I so wanted his attention. Really I wanted to fuck him... He came to N.Y. for an event and we were going to finally meet. He texted me he was in the building. I began to have an anxiety attack and left. I chickened out meanwhile i wanted him so bad..
So as time passed he asked me when I was coming to Florida not knowing I go there often to see my sister. I go away the same times every year. So I decided I was going to Miami to meet him and booked my airline ticket and hotel off of Miami Beach.. Florida is my second home. After I visit Orlando I always go to Miami, but never to go fuck my Instagram crush.
My trip wasn't for two months. We continued to get acquainted. Its the night before I leave and I can't sleep. I got high all night. I was anxious and nervous all In one. My heart raced the whole flight. As I landed I snapped out of it and back to reality. I checked into my nice hotel room, changed into my bathing suit and went to the beach with a bottle of Hennessey and soaked up the sun all day. What a realxing day. I finally build up enough courage to tell him I have arrived.
I went back to my room to get fresh and clean for fuck... I wore a black mini dress with heels. Fuck panties, less to take off. My legs were so smoothly shaved and I made sure to get a Brazilian wax. My hair was freshly colored, nails and toes done. You can't make a first impression twice. After patiently waiting he calls and has arrived. My heart is pounding as I put more lipstick on and put on perfume. I took a deep breathe as I walked out of my hotel (hoping not to trip in my new high heels) and there he was in his car. As I opened his car door to get in my adrenaline was undescribable. The ice was finally broken.
He was the opposite in person than what I expected. I started to feel more relaxed now. We went out to eat and got more aquainted. As we drive back to my hotel I knew it was crunch time. We sit on the bed and my heart was still racing and I'm shaking like a leaf hoping he doesn't notice.
He placed his hand on my thigh and I immediately had butterflies.
He asked what color panties I had on, I responded "look". He was shocked to see my pretty pink pussy. I stood up in front of him and started to rub his hard cock. As nervous as I was I unbuckled his belt and pulled out his big stiff uncircumcised cock.
I drop to my knees and started to lick the head. Tease him for the moment. As I began to start sucking his cock I looked up at him and he looked like he was in another world. I sucked the life out of him until he cum in my mouth and swallowed it like the cum loving slut I really am.
I laid down on my back, he pulled off my dress and inserted his hard stiff black cock in my tight dripping wet pink pussy. He stared me right in the face while he fucked me. I couldn't help to let out a moan. The first thrust was breathe taking. As much as his dick hurt me I'd never say it.
As he began to fuck me harder I felt the sensation to cum. (Mind u its hard for me to cum during sex). I started to cum in seconds. He continued to fuck me hard the way I wanted it. I could feel his cock getting so hard I knew it was time for him to cum. Round two was hotter and longer than round one...
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