First time with BBC [MF] [IR]

This is a true story that I’ve written erotica style. I’m 27 now so it’s been four years since this happened, but I’ve written this as accurately as possible. Also I’m writing this on my android so I could only write so much before my thumbs gave out so if you want to hear more, please be patient with me lol. Please let me know what you think and thanks for reading!

I met him at a bar not far from home. He was already kind of drunk and as I later learned, that made him more aggressive than usual. He approached me first, sensing my shyness at my new surroundings. I was immediately drawn to his gorgeous dark skin, long dreaded hair, and charisma. He was taller than me by several inches, had a runners graceful, sinewy build, and seemed to just ooze sexuality.

I was wearing some cute jeans and a short pink dress that I had tied up on one side so that it pulled tight, revealing my cute waist, round bottom and large breasts, and I could tell that he was totally digging it. He kept telling me that I was absolutely juicy.

Serveral times he tightly squeezed my hips and waist, and once or twice he ran his fingers up into my long brown hair, grabbed a fist full at the base of my skull, and aggressively pulled my head back. This genuinely scared me a little, but at the same time I felt a tingle run through my lower belly and a warm, damp flush between my thighs.

I got his phone number from him but was too nervous to leave with him that night. I was sure that he would ravish me, and the hot, intense lust that I felt when he touched me and that smoldered in his eyes when he looked at me made me feel like a soft, tender rabbit quivering before a fox as it might languidly pin the poor thing down and run its rough tongue over the terrified creature to torment his prey before biting into it.

But yet, I was intrigued. His dark eyes and the scent of the oils in his hair, coupled with his rock hard, muscled but slim body had made an impression on me. That night I fantasized about what it might be like to have him dominate me and I imagined him driving his hard, demanding shaft into the soft mound between my thighs, bruising me to fulfill his basic carnal needs as he pinned me down and silenced my moaning protests with deep, agressive kisses that would leave my lips tender and sore.

The very next day, I texted him.

We ended up at my favorite Chinese buffet eating sushi rolls and completely unable to keep our hands off of each other. I told him that I had just lost my virginity a few months ago, to the guy that I had just broken up with after discovering what a control freak he was. He was amazed that I was twenty three and has only just lost my virginity, which made us laugh and shake our heads at our society today.

Without booze in him, the sexuall aggressiveness I had seen in him the night before was mostly subdued. He still pulled my hair once or twice though, so my panties were pretty damp by the time we left the restaurant.

He had to work that evening, but since he’s a bar tender he just took me along with him and gave me some free drinks while I chatted and played pool with some of his buddies.

Finally the bar closed and he drove me in my car back to his place. I instantly fell in love with the feel of his home. The vibe I got was slightly Rastafarian and so peaceful. He literally didn’t have any lights in his basement pad, just the light from the tv and ropes of blue lights strung across the ceiling at one end of the room. A large mirror that hung over a slightly beat up futon reflected more light back into the room from the tv.

I dumped my purse, kicked off my shoes and pants (I hate pants and I’m surprised that in my buzzed state they didn’t come off before we got back to his place), and made my way over to the futon. I plopped down on my knees facing the mirror and tried to examine my makeup in the dim light.

“Damn! Have you ever played soccer?” I turned and looked at him. “No,” I replied “I’m really not the sportsy type of girl.” His eyes greedily ate up the sight of my bottom, and he quite promptly stated that he loved my thighs and bottom.

He moved towards me and I self consciously sank down on the futon, watching him apprehensively. His hands were all over me in a second, grabbing and squeezing my breasts, my ass, running up to pull my hair one second and back down to cradle my ass cheeks the next.

He pulled me towards him and I hesitantly responded. I snuck a hand beneath his shirt to find hard abs that ran down to a hot V where his hip bones jutted out. I slipped a few fingers down into the front of his pants and encountered a patch of hair below his navel.

Usually hair on men grossed me out, but this wasn’t long, straight, dark, peat like hair lying over pale, flabby skin, noo, this was a patch of short, glistening, black corkscrew curls that ran down from not too far below his navel to where my fingers met the base of his hardened cock.

The scratchy feel of his body hair and more specifically his aroused state that met my finger tips caused a hot, wet flush between my legs and intense butterflies in my stomach.

I couldn’t believe I had the nerve to actually stick my hand into his pants. I found myself retreating, but he was patient with me. We had been standing for a while now, and he gently pulled me towards him with one hand on the back of my head and the other around my waist.

He kissed me, gently at first but before long our kisses went from slow and passionate to hot and frenzied. I felt his teeth on my lower lip, gentle but firm. Again our hands were all over each other and I felt him slide his hand into my panties for the first time.

His fingers slid between my thick lips, found my throbbing clit and began rubbing and teasing it with my thick, hot juices. My limbs trembled and my stomach quivered with tiny orgasms that began to cumulate into stronger and stronger orgasms until all I could do was hang onto him as his fingers danced around my clit.

His mouth repeatedly pressed over mine in hot, demanding kisses, and I finally broke away to bury my face against his chest. I was still clinging to him for support, and my knees were starting to buckle.

The next thing I knew, he was laying me down on the futon and stripping my panties off. Positioning himself further down he lowered his head and I felt his mouth press against the lips of my hot, wet, trembling womanhood. His tongue dove in, and I felt my entire world rock as his velvety, hot, wet tongue met my greedy clit fot the first time. His tongue began doing amazing things down there, and I literally felt a heady buzz come over me as he slipped two fingers inside of me and began rubbing them against my g spot.

At this point I realized that I still had my top and bra on. I almost drowsily pulled them off at the same time, and he literally raised his head and gaped in awe at my huge breasts. I’ve always had enormous boobs since I was twelve, and I love it when men worship them, which is what he was doing a few minutes later. Sucking, squeezing, practically devouring as he switched from one to the other. It felt incredibly amazing.

Finally he pulled his pants off. The moment that he pulled his boxers down, I had to sit up. I had thought that my ex, who had been under-endowed with only a four and a half inch cock, was average. And suddenly I was faced with nine and a half inches of cock that was almost bigger than my wrist springing out of his shorts. It stuck straight out in front of him and expectantly pressed against my belly.

A pearl of precum had gathered at the tip of the head of his penis and was starting to slide down his dark, velvety shaft. I reached out and for a moment could only let my fingers glide around his cock, over the thick veins that ran down the top and sides, down to his tight ball sack, around his crotch and back up to the tip. He watched my face as I just stared at his gorgeous, delicious, smooth..

I don’t know how it happened but suddenly my tongue had caught the next drop of precum that was gathering at the tip of his rock hard cock. Then it was sliding down and back up the bottom of his hard shaft. I closed my mouth around him, closed my eyes and lost myself in the feel of him in my mouth, his oily scent, the smooth feel of him slipping in and out between my lips and tongue.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his gorgeous, delicious cock before I pulled him as deeply into my mouth and throat as I could. My right hand very gently cradled and kneaded his balls while I stroked him with my other and eagerly slid him into my mouth over and over again until he suddenly pulled me away from him and up, kissing me like a man that was starving for a woman’s touch.

He finally pulled out a condom. I took it from him, gave him a cheeky grin, and put it on for him. With my mouth. He told me later that he never believed me when I did I was just recently de-flowered and still doesn’t believe me to this very day. All I can say is that being raised in any strict religion makes a lot of people extra freaky if and when they ever leave.

The moment his cock began to press into me, I felt a hot, delicious flush go through me. Then he pushed inside me by about an inch, and I went weak. I had never had anything so thick inside of me before. He was slowly but persistently working his way deeper. The short, gentle strokes were sending tingles all the way to the soles of my feet. I was gasping and emitting small whimpers and moans, and his huge black cock was insistently making it’s way deep inside me, demanding and hot.

To be continued.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qacoe/first_time_with_bbc_mf_ir