Meeting the perfect dick in West Africa [MF]

For my job, I travel a lot around Africa and live in different places for 6+ months depending on my work assignment. I just moved a couple of weeks ago to the capital city of a country in West Africa, and it’s been pretty great so far. It got even better on Friday night, as you will soon hear ;) I’ve been enjoying this sub for a couple years now, so I’m happy to finally contribute even if my title is kinda dumb!

I have pics on this account, so no real need for a description…

So on Friday night I met a few of my new friends for dinner and afterwards we headed to a bar close by. The expat community here isn’t very big and everyone knows everyone, so I’ve been enjoying being a bit of a “hot commodity” these last couple weekends with everyone approaching me to find out who the new girl is :) Friday night was no exception, but mostly it was creepy Lebanese guys (nothing against Lebanese guys, just the ones at this bar happened to be creepy) and I wasn’t into it. My friends and I were getting ready to head somewhere else when this guy Nick walks up. He is friends with the people I’m with so we’re all chatting and making introductions, but pretty instantly he and I are just talking between ourselves and it’s starting to get fairly flirty fairly quickly.

Nick is from this country, and is one of those nationals who has studied abroad and traveled and runs in the expat circles. He is about 6’2, muscular, well-dressed, and gives off a very confident and intelligent vibe.

After a few minutes, we re-instigate our plans to go somewhere else, and decide to go to this popular bar/club that I’ve heard lots about but hadn’t been to yet. Once we arrive, I find out that Nick actually owns this place… he gives me a little tour and gets me some free drinks while he introduces me around and we start to dance.

Fast forward an hour or so of dancing and flirting, and I’m starting to get really horny. It’s been a couple months since I’ve been with anyone and Nick is getting sexier by the second. So I finish my drink, grab his hand, and pull him into the entrance area of the club where we start making out. After only about 30 seconds of this, he leads me down a hallway, up some stairs and into an office. (Remember when I told you he owns this place?)

As soon as the door is shut, he starts pulling off my top and his mouth is all over my neck, my chest, my tits. Meanwhile, I am also aggressively trying to get my hands on every inch of him, rubbing my hands up his shirt, over his crotch, and around his ass. I don’t really know how to describe the intensity in the room, except that we were basically just manic for each other. He finally pauses his nipple-sucking long enough for me to get his shirt off, and, damn, this guy spends a lot of time in the gym. He then unbuttons my jeans and slides them down just enough to get a good handful of my ass and start rubbing my clit. I am drenched at this point and feel like I need this guy inside me ASAP. I unbutton his pants and pull down his boxer briefs and boom, out springs this gigantic, perfect-looking dick. Like seriously, it looks like a sculpted model of what a dick should look like. I tell him as much, and immediately get down on my knees and start licking him from his balls to the tip, exploring this new phallic paradise with my tongue. After some well-received tongue swirls and slobbery kisses, I finally take his entire dick into my mouth (well, as much as would fit…) and he starts thrusting while I grab his ass with my hands. I can unfortunately only go for about 45 seconds before I am gagging on his dick like to the point where I can no longer breathe and tears are running town my face, so I give my throat a break and keep going with my hands, lips, and tongue until I’ve caught my breath and can get going again. I look up a few times and his eyes are closed and he is gently moaning and whispering “fuck yes” over and over, so I think it’s going well.

After 5-10 minutes of this (or an hour, who knows, time sort of ceased to exist), I realize that my need to get fucked is getting a bit overwhelming. I tell him so, and ask if he has a condom. Which he doesn’t, womp womp. (What kind of club owner doesn’t keep condoms in their office?!?) But he lives close by so I start grabbing my clothes and pulling them on while simultaneously continuing to make out and feel each other up. As could be expected with this level of multitasking, my shirt ended up on inside out and my original complicated bandeau/layer/tank top situation was simplified, and most of my clothes were just shoved into my bag. Turns out he has a car parked in the garage attached to the club, so we speedwalk over (no words exchanged) and get in. I’m still in manic dick-obsessed mode, so as soon as we pull out onto the street, I get his pants unbuttoned and his dick back in my mouth.

We finally get back to his place, he unlocks the door, and it’s just like those first few moments in his office – insane scrambling for clothes and body parts. I get back on my knees for a few minutes just to make sure he’s good and hard, and then he finally produces that condom, which I slide on, following the rubber down his shaft with my lips. We haven’t moved more than like 3 feet inside the doorway at this point, so he pulls me up from my knees and drags me another couple of feet to his couch where he throws me down onto my back and finally FINALLY enters me. I nearly cum with the first thrust, just from the build-up and how insanely good it feels to have him fill me up so completely. The next portion of the evening is a bit of a blur, to be honest, which I know is not what you came here to read, so I’m sorry. But I do know we moved around a lot, fucking from every angle, and getting on all his living room furniture at one point or another, even spending a couple of minutes on the floor. I hope he has thick walls, because his dick felt amazing, and I was not quiet in letting him know this fact. I came like 3-4 times, but the orgasms just kinda blended together and I felt like I was just riding a wave of pleasure. At some point he commented that he has a hard time cumming with a condom and in my idiotic sex-blind rage, I told him I needed him to take it off (*eye roll at my past self*). He did, and about 30 seconds later he pulled out and pumped long ropes of cum all down my back and collapsed on top of me (he is a very heavy man, and this was not the most comfortable, but I did not care).

We toweled off, chatted a bit (we’ve both been STD tested in the last month, and I have an IUD, so that was a relief), and then moved to his bedroom, where we quickly proceeded to fuck again and pass out.

I have a feeling this won’t be the last with Mr. Nick and his wonder dick, so I can keep posting our stories if you’re into it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5uy21p/meeting_the_perfect_dick_in_west_africa_mf