I’ll never forget my first bbc phone sex awakening. It was a sweltering summer evening, and I was sipping margaritas with the girls at Tortilla Mama’s. That’s when I locked eyes with THE most gorgeous specimen of a man I had ever laid eyes on. He must have been at least 6’5″, all long limbs and rippling muscle, with skin the color of polished mahogany. But it was his eyes that really got me – deep, smoldering brown pools that seemed to see right through to my very soul.
He caught me staring and flashed me a slow, sensual smile. I swear my panties dampened right there in the restaurant. Before I knew it, he was striding over, all confidence and pure, unadulterated sex appeal.
“I couldn’t help but notice you,” he purred, his deep baritone sending shivers down my spine. “I’m Marcus. Would you do me the great honor of sharing your name, beautiful?”
I introduced myself, tongue-tied and flustered. But before long, Marcus had me laughing and feeling at ease, like we’d known each other for years, not minutes. We talked and flirted until the restaurant closed, when he suggested we continue the conversation at his place.
I knew I shouldn’t go. I was a responsible adult, not some lovesick teenager. But I simply couldn’t resist the allure of those hypnotic eyes and the promise of pleasure I saw in them.
Throwing caution to the wind, I agreed, and followed him to his sleek downtown loft. As soon as we were inside, Marcus took my face in his large hands and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. I melted against him with a needy moan, my nipples hardening almost painfully against his hard chest.
“God, I want you,” he growled, trailing hungry kisses along my jaw and down my neck. His hands roamed my body, squeezing and kneading, stoking the fires of my desire.
“Then take me,” I gasped, too far gone to care about anything but having him inside me. He didn’t need to be told twice, whisking me up into his strong arms and carrying me to his bed.
What followed was the most intensely erotic experience of my life. Marcus was skilled and passionate, worshipping every inch of my body with his hands and mouth until I was a quivering mess. And then there was his cock – huge, thick and perfect, stretching me deliciously as he slid inch after hard inch deep into my eager, dripping cunt.
When we finally came together, it was explosive, the force of his climax triggering my own. I screamed my pleasure to the heavens as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. In that moment, I was convinced he was the one, that no other man could ever make me feel so good.
Marcus was a dream lover – attentive, affectionate, and always making sure I was satisfied. He’d fill me up over and over, fucking me so good I saw stars. I’d never been with a black man before, and the difference was astounding. Marcus’ cock wasn’t just bigger, it was shaped differently too, with a upward curve that hit all my best spots.
He could last for hours, pounding into me with an endurance that left me raw and sore. I loved every second of it. And the best part? Whenever I needed it, Marcus was ready, always hard and eager to please. We fucked every chance we got, in every room of his apartment and even at my office after hours. The man was insatiable!
xoxo Amanda