The rapture of sucking the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. [FM]

It was all a dream.

Unexpected. Lush. Consuming.

I stood there-adjusting my off the shoulder black crop top with tasteful shorts. I was nervous. I suddenly wondered what I was doing. Meeting a man I only knew for a month through chats and video calls.
And my expectations were low.

“I’m in the elevator,” he texted. I nervously adjusted my top again and checked my hair in the mirror.
I thought for sure that nothing would come from this.
And then I heard the knock on the door.

The first thing I noticed was that he didn’t lie about this height. How could you lie about being 6’5? You either were or weren’t.
Then he came in and gushed, “Oh my god, you’re adorable.” and reached down to give me a long enduring hug.

This was…unexpected. The hug lasted a while and I giddily threw my arms around him, pulling him closer-slightly worried if I smelled okay.
And speaking of smell…

Immediately his scent consumed me and I knew this was going to be at the very least-a decent night. He smelled intoxicating, but not from an alcohol based cologne. It was his natural scent. My pheromones seemed to like his. Interesting…

We stayed hugging for a moment before pulling back-this whole time he had his hat on and a jacket from the rain outside, in which I was now slightly damp.
I ushered him in and then pleasantly raised my brows as he removed his hat.

Bald-as I expected. But handsome-I had not.

Before this moment, I had him registered as acceptable due to our video calls. I worried as I looked in our calls at the wrinkles surrounding his eyes and I wondered if he would look older than I originally had thought.
He must have been like me-someone who typically looks bad in photos, but great in person.
Suddenly, I became very shy and self conscious where before I had felt in control.

I rushed to hang up his coat to adjust to my new unexpected rush of emotions…and desire.
I turned to walk into the room as he settled on the bed.
I shyly sat on the edge of the bed to look at him as we stared at each other.
“Um..well we have some choices.”
“And what are they?” he said in a smooth even voice.

Another thing that had intrigued me about him was his voice-which was decidedly sexy. It was deep, calming, and unpretentious. I could still smell ‘him’ lingering on my skin after our prolonged hug. I shifted nervously on the bed. At this time I had taken him all in and was incredibly aroused by our differences.
He was so…big. Just as a person, as a man. You never really appreciate height until it’s unapologetically in front of you. And he had such a presence about him-a suggestion of fierceness rather than a promise. Maybe even a whisper…or whimper. I’m only 5’1-a tiny thing compared to him and I wondered how we would fit together.
He had a swimmers body- long and tall yet not waif-like. A solid man with the most beautiful hands I had ever seen. This wasn’t surprising-in our video conversations I had originally commented that he had nice hands and he told me he enjoyed working with them-doing wood craft and sculpting.

“We could go out to eat first. It’s late and I know you wanted to go out and about before….” I trailed off, feeling my face get hot.
He nodded, smiling slightly in the way that only men who know what will happen next can do.
“Or….” he starts- reaching toward me to pick me up. I squeak in surprise (and arousal) as he easily positions my body to straddle his.

We breathe heavily on each other-pausing with our foreheads touching. His breath fell against my lips. We both had anticipated this happening, at least I certainly had.
“Or….” I repeated, rubbing my nose against his-still avoiding his thick lips to draw out this singular moment. And then I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him in gently for a chaste soft kiss.

First kisses are always interesting and they usually can be indicative to a preview of lovemaking. Will my partner start aggressively? Immediately open mouthed, biting, tongue wrestling. Will my partner start slow, almost timidly? Soft but insistent? Or will he not kiss back, awkwardly holding me with dry down- turned lips?
In our case-it was as though kissing was a secret language we had invented. I set the tone and he followed. Gentle nibbles and exploring lip licks that turned into lip sucking. I moaned as he sucked my full bottom lip and he pulled back to look at me.
“You’re a good kisser…” he said softly.
“Ditto.” I replied before going under for more.

Kissing turned into heavy petting and my body greedily pressed into his large hands which wandered from my back, to the sides of my neck, to caressing my breast through my top.
This is when I gasped as he slowly kneaded my hard left nipple with his large hand. I broke our kiss to look down as he slowly pulled down my off-shoulder top to reveal a strappy black bralette. He sighed in pleasure as he moved his mouth toward my nipple, still unrevealed and gently nibbled and sucked on me through the clothing. I started to shake violently and bite my lip.

He then pulled back and looked up at me, smiling and leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling up my brawlette to reveal two perky brown nipples that he groaned at seeing in response.
He hungrily took my left nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling on the sensitive skin.
My body tingled and hips bucked involuntarily. I started to grind as I straddled his lap feeling him harden against his pants. I leaned my head back in surrender as he suckled on me for some time.
We had previously discussed our sexual interests and kinks. He had revealed to me that he just wanted someone to fuck him back and mean it. I had revealed to him that I had a breast feeding fetish. He positively responded-which originally surprised me and he also took me very seriously-to my delight. I felt myself tighten and contract with each pulse and had to break away from him before it became overwhelming. I quickly removed my shorts to reveal a white lacy thong which complimented in contrast to my brown skin. It was also completely soaked.

I began to methodically remove his own clothing while kissing his body surreptitiously. I kissed his face, his neck (which made his breath hitch), licked and sucked on his earlobe (which made his eyes roll back). Explored his hairy chest and kissed down to his pants.

“Off.” I ordered with a slight grin.

He obeyed, to reveal tasteful bright blue briefs and interesting pink and grey patterned socks which I complimented him on.
I excitedly caressed his cock through his briefs and he leaned his head back in pleasure.
Is there anything more delicious in that moment between revealing sensitive body parts and never going back to the way things were before? The unknown? I don’t know a better tension.

I gently rubbed my cheek against him, like a kitten against a leg-feeling his cock jerk in response.
I then lifted my hands to peel away his briefs before my eyes quickly grew larger and furrowed in both awe and worry.

“Oh my god,” I uttered-suddenly taken out of the moment. This man couldn’t be just tall, attractive, polite, and sexy. No-he also had a huge cock.

Now-I admit this wasn’t a complete surprise. Part of the reason why I responded to his message was because of the line, “6’5, 9 inches”-and I was very curious.
Again, this man did not lie.

He had the biggest cock I had ever seen in person and the girthiest as well. I was intimidated but immediately moaned in anticipation as I felt my mouth start to salivate.
That was going in my mouth.

Yes. Please.

He laughed at my reaction yet still seemed unsure of his adequacy.
“Is it really that big?” he asked.
“Are you kidding me? I want to worship it.”
So I did.

I didn’t immediately go for the shaft or the head. Instead I gently nibbled and stroked along his thigh-then licked the delicate skin at his abdomen. I knew that he liked being teased so I generally avoided his member for as long as I could stand, watching pools of precum collect at his cock head before slowly running down the shaft.

After he was a whimpering mess in my hands, I made my way to his balls where I very delicately licked, rubbing my mouth gently around the wrinkled skin. Then slowly licked the precum up his shaft and played with it for some time. Just pooling enough on my lips and moving away-wanting him to watch the line of viscous fluid string from my mouth to his cock. And then I accepted the challenge of fitting him in my mouth.
And he was such a pleasure to pleasure.

Thick, and full. Reactive. I had to struggle to fit him all the way in and even still, I couldn’t deepthroat him due to the limitations of my mouth. But God-I felt like I could suck that cock everyday for the rest of my life and feel content. His cock became my religion as I endlessly worshiped him for as long as I wanted. And the helpless moans he made because of my movement turned me on and made me want more…

*So this was part of a whole weekend sexathon with a hookup who treated me like a goddess. Honestly, I’m still not over it and it was a week ago. Included romantic hiking, sexy dinner outing, erotic massage, cunnilingus, shower sex/fingering, more dry nursing, amazon position, etc. Also, this would be interracial since I am black and he is white.
If you’re interested in part 2-let me know…

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