A Not So Little Lollipop

A Not So Little Lollipop

Just how many licks does it take to get to the center of his big black dick? I pondered this thought as I gripped my steering wheel with both hands.

I barrelled down the freeway to meet the sexy man I had been texting for the past couple weeks.

We had met a few weeks ago at a crowded bar. Our eyes locked from across the room and I stared back for a minute.

He made his way over to me and he stood behind me for a while. I could feel him watching me. He leaned next to me to order a drink then said "and whatever the lady is having. "

At first glance, he was delectable. So much in fact, I felt myself licking my lips and staring at his mouth. Those lips were so inviting and voluptuous.

He was tall and lean with defined abs peering through his shirt. His eyes were sad yet seductive as he held my gaze.

We continued to a table to get to know one another. We both felt a magnetic attraction towards one another. He inched closer as we shared our likes and dislikes. We exchanged numbers and chatted for weeks.

He was hot, a genuine nice guy, hardworking, and a homeowner. I wasn't fully sold on his matter of fact personality since it was borderline arrogant.

Eventually after a month of talking and texting and getting to know one another, we delved into our sexual history and kinks. We both admitted we had never hooked up outside our own race but always wanted to.

Our conversations became more heated as the week progressed, then elevated to sexting through our work week.

On Friday night he randomly sent me a dick pic. I was enamored and salivating at first sight. It was huge. I felt my insides twitch a bit. I knew I had to suck his dick.

He told me "if you want it, you'll have to come get it".

And that I did. I jumped in the driver's seat to seize the opportunity. I was willing, despite the road conditions. I kept thinking about his cute face, perfect body, and enormous dick.

I was halfway there when the radio blared "The national weather forecast has issued a severe thunderstorms warning for the following counties.... heavy winds are expected, possibility of damaging hail, and a flash flood warning till 6am. Motorists beware."

I defiantly disobeyed the warning. It seemed I had succumbed to my own sexual frustrations. Now my desire had driven me miles away from my comfort zone. Propelling me in his direction without hesitation but justification.

My inner thoughts kept me safe while I white knuckled the steering wheel.

Maybe he was what I needed. Not Mr. Right; rather Mr. Right now. Maybe he is the sweetest treat in town. He could be what I need to get my "ex" out of my sex. It had been almost a year since, I still hadn't fucked anyone. I've been a good girl and I deserve to have some fun. He could be the perfect pick me up.

I had arrived. Surprisingly I didn't have a flicker of nervousness for the events that will take place.

The rain crashed on my windshield and I saw his porch light turn on. I sprinted to the door and he held it open for me to enter.

He gave me everything I asked for from the second he shut the door.

He lifted me up by my neck and sniffed around. Asserting his black dominance he

barked orders immediately. He told me to strip and I didn't question him. I stood filterless, uninhibited, naked, but not afraid.

He commanded me to kneel on the floor in front of his couch. I happily obliged and frolicked a bit then happily obliged by braced myself.

He whipped my ass with his belt over and over. Told me it was my punishment because I texted with an attitude.

I knew when it was happening my ass would be sore for days. I relished in the pain because someone finally held me accountable. I deserved to be whipped, even harder than his lashings.

He was quite particular. He demanded I turn around and sit on the couch. I watched as he took off his clothes.

He started slowly with his shirt. I sat in awe while he revealed his chiseled abs and defined hip bones. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it over his chest. My hand hovered over the top of his pants.

He smacked my hand away and took off his pants. He wiggled his hips a bit and his dick swayed and jumped in his boxers.

He inched them down slowly so I could see his striking male form.I stared as he unwrapped his happiness.

Atlast, there it was. His unbelievably long, thick, black dick. The pictures did not do him justice.

It had to be at least 10 inches, thick like a water bottle, and a huge throbbing head. He was circumcised, washed, and totally shaved.

My mouth was open in awe. I had never seen one that big before in real life. I had to get all of him in my mouth or suffocate trying.

I needed to pop him in my mouth and taste the magic. So I licked his head at first, paying an ample amount of time right under his head. Then I guided his shaft into my orifice. Surprisingly his dick got even bigger in my mouth.

He face fucked me fast and deep until I choked. There was so much in my mouth

I couldn't help but gag then puke so he retracted.

I stood up quickly, held it in, and excused myself to the bathroom. He commanded me to be quick so he didn't lose his erection.

When I returned he directed me to get on all fours. He engaged me from behind.

He bit my ass cheeks and the sensation excited all of my erogenous zones.

He asked "when's the last time this pussy has been fisted?"

I replied "it's been a minute"

I stayed still, naked, on all fours with my ass up in the air. I awaited his touch.

He aggressively stuck two fingers into my opening. I relaxed, became insanely wet, and opened my secret cavern to him.

He slammed his hand into me with authority. His strong fist hit my pelvic bones. I begin to relax and let him enter me. He challenged and fought his hand against my resistance.

I can hear the sound of my wetness as he wiggled his hand and opened me up further. I bucked back against his hand, digging him deeper in me.

I didn't cum although I was close. It was the most pleasure I have felt in years

Something about pain with my pleasure allows my performance to last longer.

He pulls out his hand and smacks my ass with his palm. Then commands me again to suck his dick.

This time there is so much dick is in my mouth I can't help but snort like a pig just trying to breathe.

It barely fits in my mouth and I reached up to stroke the bottom that won't fit in my mouth.

He immediately shouts "don't use your hand" while he thrusted into my mouth all the way back in my throat. He pulls out and slaps me in the face with it.

Omg did I love that. I was smitten with his manhood. It was so solid and girthy. The kind of dick porns are made of. Additionally he had the endurance of a porn star too.

Next he ordered me to lay down and play with my pussy while he stood over me jacking off his dick. I play with his balls with my free hand while pleasuring myself.

I can smell his precum in the air and his balls tighten up. I can tell he is near completion. I get up on my knees and stare up at him and we stay like this as he cums.

My mouth opens and awaiting his load

He cums all over my face. So much cum, buckets of it. Some in my mouth. On my face. In my eyes. A bit in my hair. And the rest splattered on my bare chest.

I have never seen anyone cum with such force, continuous spurting stream, and an obscene amount of semen.

He says "you like my cum all over you. Don't you?" I say the two words every sadist loves hearing. "Yes Master"

He disappears into the bathroom and I can hear him washing himself up. He brings me out a warm and wet towel to clean myself up.

I proceed to go to the bathroom, wash my face And chest up and quickly pee. I wipe myself and notice there is a lot of blood coming out of me. Something that hasn't happened for years since my lady bits were removed. I cleaned up quickly and came out dressed.

I opened the door and the dude is naked and hard again and ready to go. He says "little girl, you ready to suck on my lollipop again?"

Ohhh What the hell, I had time for another sloppy blowjob. I nodded my head yes and I took off my shirt. He watches me intensively as I suck him off in my bra.

His hand met his dick to stroke the shaft while I sucked on his head. He kept moaning and repeating "mmmmm... what a pretty fucking face you have".

He demands me look up at him as finished while looking in my eyes. This encounter only took a matter of minutes. He violently cums in my mouth but there was so much it dripped all over my chest.

He was deliciously satisfying. I smile a full smile knowing I did my job well.

He pats me on top of my head and I snicker and think to myself: "So apparently it takes over 364 licks to get to the center of his big black dick. And he was the candy I couldn't resist"