Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a married white male in my mid-fifties, bi-sexual most of my life, and found I've acquired a burning desire for black cock over the years of my fooling around. I've had numerous liaisons with men of various color.and cock size. And yes, I do feel size is important. I love big cock. And even more.I love Big Black Cock.
This is my very first story submission, so let me know what you think and please be gentle. This is also a very true story that actually happened to me only a few days ago. That said, let me get on with the first of hopefully many installments. I was on my way home from a routine doctors visit during the week and was in the vicinity of a place I knew of that years ago used to be a cruise spot for gays. It's a park along a riverbank in central NJ. I figured, what the heck, I was kind of horny and decided to drive over to the place and park for a while and see if I could maybe hook up with someone for a little fun.
I pulled onto the access road, and you could see the parking area from there. I saw quite a few cars parked and I thought that this could be my lucky day. I turned into the parking lot and drove pretty slowly past a few cars, the drivers of which were inside and looked up to see the `new meat' arriving. I parked, sat in my car for a few minutes to survey the potential. I decided to get out and take a little walk over to the rivers edge. As I was walking past this one SUV, I delighted to see a black man sitting in it, with the driver's door open. I'm such a slut for black cock. I passed the vehicle and nodded a hello.
He returned my greeting and I continued to walk past him, turning a few times to look back to see if he was following me with his eyes. My heart skipped several beats because he was!
With the realization that I may have this guy interested in me I started to shake with excitement. I stood by the bank of the river for a few minutes before turning and walking slowly back. As I was walking passed his car again we made eye contact and never stopped looking at each other. His eyes said it all. I knew I would be servicing him..it was just a question of how and where.
He was sitting with one leg in and the other out of his car. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and I could see his ebony leg dangling down. It was beautiful. I wanted to go over to him and be taken by him, but was too worried about being caught, as there were many other vehicles around, so I just continued to walk by.
As I walked by, he said "Hi, how you doing?"
I nodded back returning his greeting and said, "Pretty good, how about yourself?"
He said "Good, thanks" with a look that was saying "Get on your knees and worship My Cock".
Instead of doing what his eyes were telling me, I continued to walk past him and went to my car again. Kicking myself in the ass for not stopping to talk when I had the opportunity, I decided to make another attempt. I went past his passenger side and looked in the window. He was looking in a different direction and I couldn't see inside as his window was tinted. I walked around behind the car, and then continued behind the car about twenty or so feet behind the driver's side. I could see his leg still outside the car and I decided to get a better look. I moved a little to my left and to my delight, I saw he had his hand in his crotch and he looked up at me and once again our eyes locked on each other.
No words were necessary. I looked down again and saw him stroking his fantastic black cock. I immediately started to salivate and I could feel my asshole begin to twitch with anticipation of how awesome it would feel being stretched by that cock. It was as if I were being drawn to him by a magnet..a Big Black Magnet. I slowly moved closer as he continued stroking himself, never taking my eyes off his beautiful cock. As I got closer and was able to get a better look, I moaned out loud. I wanted him so much.
I tore my eyes from that fabulous vision and looked at him saying, "You have a beautiful cock".
He said "Thanks" in a tone that said "you're Mine now".
As I continued looking into his eyes I knew this guy could totally dominate me. I was his for the taking and he knew it. I would have let him fuck me right there and then, in the open, if he ordered me to.
I couldn't tell how tall he was as he was sitting in his car, but I could tell he was a big man. His cock had to be about 8 inches, and fairly thick. He was circumcised and had a nice head. His cock was very black and shiny. He had no facial hair, but he had an air of superiority about him that told me he was going to take me if and when he desired. This knowledge made me weak. I just wanted to lick him all over.
His eyes told me "Take My Black Cock in your white hand and service it".
I did. I reached down and replaced his hand with mine and I melted when I made contact with it. It was so hard..and yet it felt like slick velvet. As I wrapped my hand around it, or partially around it, because it was pretty thick, I could feel it throbbing and I could also feel the heat coming from it. It was so nice taking this black cock in my white hand.
He said "Stroke it a little faster..that feels so good".
I said, "Yeah, I love the way your Black Cock feels".
He said "I love what your doing to it".
I said "Make me your bitch, turn me into your slut, your
whore". He said with a look of dominance "you already are My
Bitch".
When he said that, I was so elated. I am truly a slut for black cock, and his telling me I was his bitch made me very happy indeed. I would have done anything for him then.
I continued stroking his cock and I could see he was approaching an orgasm. I wanted so much to bend down and take him in my mouth, but he gave me no indication that he wanted this. With all the disease going around, I'm sort of relieved he didn't, because had he told me to suck him off, I may not have been able to resist. Also, it was extremely risky as we were outside in a very public place. I glanced around and noticed a young lady about fifty feet behind the car talking on her cell phone. She was apparently out for her run and was interrupted by a call. She had on some tight Lycra running shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt. I looked at her ass and thought how nice it would be to be fucked by my new black Master at that very moment while this stranger looked on. I was wishing he would do just that..turn me around, bend me over the front seat, pull my pants down and fuck my brains out (Oh well, maybe next time).
He was breathing heavier and ordered me "Play with my nipples"
I took his left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted it..resulting in an appreciative moan from him. I wanted to bend down and lick and suck it, but again, I didn't want to arouse any suspicions from the people in the cars around us.
While I was doing this he was playing with my ass and he said "man, that's one fine ass you have" as he ran his hand up my crack and squeezed pressed a finger against my hole. I had a pair of shorts on and wished his hand was inside them feeling my naked ass.
I told him it would give me the greatest pleasure to have him fuck it and it was his to fill it with his black cock whenever and wherever he wanted. I continued to stroke his cock and he reached under my shirt, lifting it, and leaned into my chest with his mouth taking my left tit in his mouth and biting on it as he mumbled what a good bitch I was. When he bit my tit, my knees buckled as the sensation drove through me like a bolt of lightening. My reaction to this was nothing more than a confirmation to him that I truly was his now.
I continued stroking him until he shot his load all over my hand. It was so hot..and I felt so much pride in knowing I was able to provide him with such pleasure that I needed to do something that would let him know I was his. I took my cock out, and with my hand that was covered with his cum, I spread it all over my cock and masturbated for him. His look was enough for me to know that he gave me permission to cum. It only took a few strokes and I ejaculated all over his naked leg. Wearing his cum on my cock I regarded this as being a mark of his possession. I became his possession, his bitch, his slut, whore right then and there and remain his.
After we cleaned up, he said to me "That was nice. Now I can relax some. I hope to see you here again soon".
He will. I plan on going back again next week on my day off. If I do hook up again, I'll write another chapter to this.
This is my first story. Any comments or suggestions please write me at mybuttsurs@hotmail.com Thanks, Bob S.