Big Black Dick

How's that for a sensationalistic subject line? I promise it's related (central, even!) to today's tale.

So, how predictable is it that after receiving unexpected comments from other bloggers, I am inspired/encouraged to post more stories? I suppose I've always been an attention craver. And also an exhibitionist who gets a little thrill out of the knowledge that complete strangers know some intimate details of her life.

This past weekend, I had an appointment with a gentleman I'll call BigBlackDick (or BBD, for short). You'll see why in a second.

On Sunday,BBD posted an ad on craigslist requesting the company of a lady who would pee on him and also do some light humiliation. No problem, I thought, and wrote him a response. BBD wrote back quickly and asked if I could meet him in a hotel room about 45 minutes from my house wearing stilettos and no stockings. I like bare legs, he explained. Considering for a few seconds the nice chunk of change I'd be earning, I consented and primped for a few minutes before dashing out of the door. BBD called me on my way there to tell me the hotel room number and his voice was inflected with a deep, rich Southern accent. I asked him to buy me a big bottle of water and he asked me to call when I arrived at the hotel so that he could direct me to the room.

When I arrived at the hotel, I put my car in park, threw the flip flops I had been wearing into the passenger seat, and removed my favorite pair of beautiful black stilettos from a bag. Just as the left shoe slipped over my heel, his car came into sight. He gave me a little wave and I put my car in drive to follow him. We pulled around the back of the hotel and parked in adjoining spaces. BBD stepped out of the car and appeared to be in his late 50s or early 60s, a slight white man with graying hair, khaki shorts and a polo shirt. He looked like he'd rather be driving a Titleist.

I followed him and he opened the door to a slightly sleazy hotel room with two double beds. We said an official hello and I kissed him on the cheek. I found the stack of money already laid out on a table and stuck it in my bag of sex goodies. He immediately began taking off his clothes, so I smiled and followed suit. I should take an aside here and mention that I was slightly nervous about this meeting because I've never done any sort of humiliation play before. I've been the recipient of it, so I had at least an idea of what was supposed to be coming out of my mouth, but I wasn't completely sure of how to start off.

Luckily, BBD didn't expect trash talking right off the bat. He was laying on the bed, naked, and motioned for me to come over to him. I did, positioning myself next to him on the bed and he requested the left breast to suck on. I let him for a minute and then ordered him to scoot down on the bed so I could sit on his face. He did. For a few minutes, I rode his face, making moans I hoped weren't too ostentatiously fake and feeling lucky that I didn't yet have to call him a pussy faggot or anything like that. I did, however, interject and made him tell me just how good I tasted and just how much I loved having my pussy eaten.

After I tired of that, I suggested that I piss on him. Like my previous engagements, I had expected that we would go to the bathroom, but BBD had laid a thin white hotel room towel down on the ground and ordered me to squat over him there and aim for his mouth. I have to say that I was feeling bad for the cleaning staff that would have to clean up the mess, but I complied. I crouched over him and was able to relax my bladder almost immediately (hurrah!). As I had been downing lots of liquid, there was a lot of piss. He drank every single drop, only choking once on the quantity, and not even a bit of liquid reached the towel. I was impressed!

BBD asked if he could "clean me up" by going down on me again and I consented. After a few minutes of that, I told him that I was going to fuck his ass and prepare for it by using my hands first. I snapped on a latex glove, poured on some lube, and went to town. BBD had a disgustingly large skin tag (the size of a gumdrop) on his ass that I prayed was not a genital wart. I stuck one finger in and then two, asking BBD whether he preferred an in and out motion or a wiggling motion with my fingers staying inside. He indicated the former. BBD began to tell me about all of the anonymous cocks he had sucked and how much anonymous cum he had swallowed. He encouraged me to talk dirty to him, so I began to talk about just how much I wanted to take him to a back alley and watch him suck off a gaggle of huge anonymous cocks, how I would like to take him to a porn store booth and wait there, exposed and hard, until a random man found him and fed him a piece of his sausage, and how I would like to take him to the bathroom and force him to get fucked up the ass by strangers. After every lewd suggestion I made, BBD would mutter "mmmhmm" or "yep" as an affirmative in an incredibly matter-of-fact way, just like someone might respond absentmindedly if you asked them if they had had a good day that day.

After I made up several stories about all the cocks and cum I was going to make him swallow, BBD began to ask me if I knew any "built black men" with huge cocks that he could suck off. I said that I did and told him all about how I was going to bring my friends over and make him suck Big Black Dick (hence, his nickname) to his heart's content. We continued like this for several minutes and I began to feel nervous about my ability to come up with some new and grandiose fantasy that would appeal to him. Of course, in retrospect, I realize that people who want you to talk dirty to them don't necessarily need to hear something new to get off. What they want is slight variations on their most favorite and cherished fantasy, which in his case, was the idea of the Big Black Dick.

Several times during the ass-fucking/dirty talking, BBD requested that I spit in his mouth. I wasn't sure whether he wanted plain old fashioned spittle or a little loogie (sp?) mixed in, but the former was easier to conjure so that's what I gave him.

While I was trash talking, I had managed to get three fingers into BBD's ass and caressed his balls with my other hand. I decided that he was probably ready for my big (and coincidentally, black) rubber dick, so I went to the bathroom and put it on. Unfortunately, I hadn't worn my harness in awhile, so it was slightly small on my hips. The dick was also much too large to fit in the right way, so I had to turn it upside down, balls up. I came out of the bathroom feeling a bit ridiculous and BBD pointed out to me that my dick was upside down. I apologized and ordered him to suck my dick, which he did quite eagerly, stroking his own penis while his mouth enveloped mine. After a few minutes of that, I slipped on a condom and some lube and got between his legs. We tried for several minutes to get it in, but the cock was just too big. It seems that BBD's ass can't really handle a Big Black Dick after all.

BBD didn't care and asked me to begin jerking him off with my hand, which I did. After about 30 seconds of more Big Black Dick talk and penis stroking, BBD asked me to take the cum in my mouth and spit it back into his. Considering all of the anonymous cock I had heard about just minutes before, I politely declined. That's ok, he said, catch it in your hand and feed it to me, then, he asked. Not 15 seconds later, he erupted halfway in my hand and the rest on his hairy stomach. I moved my hand up to his mouth and he shook his head to refuse it. I guess the idea of his cum in his own mouth didn't seem that appealing post-orgasm after all.

I excused myself to the bathroom to clean up and washed my hands for several minutes under scalding hot tap water. I have no intention of accidentally contracting an unfortunate STD via dirty hands. I came out of the bathroom and BBD was still laying on the bed. He asked me if I had always been dominant and I lied and told him yes. (It seems that sex work is helping me to improve upon my piss-poor lying on the spot skills.) He asked me how long I had been doing this and I told him over 7 months, on and off. You should be careful, he warned, there are lots of perverts...I mean, crazies...out there.

Thanks, BBD. I'll try and heed that advice.