BBRTS Daddy a World Apart

“Sexy profile and pics man,” I said to this random stranger on BBRTs one day. 

He had everything I would be attracted to, tall, mid 40s, black, fit, posting on a bareback dating site and his description said “some say 9”, some say 10” for cock size.

I didn’t actually think he would reply because we were literally 10,000 miles apart but he came back almost straight away with compliments on my jock strapped ass and asked to see more.

We chatted back and forth for a little while on the website sharing naughty pics and got to the point where we exchanged names and WhatsApp numbers.

Once connected via phone l really began to wish that a) I had a personal phone instead of just my work one and that b) I could figure out how to stop automatically downloading videos and pics because I was now spending a lot of time deleting pics and videos he would send.

In the vids he sent though, he loved talking nasty to his bottom boys and I got a good sense of what this guy was about as a top breeder. After a few days of this exchange he asks, “can I tell you how I really feel?”

Now, being 10,000 miles apart I wasn’t too concerned or bothered by this, even if he said “I love you,” I figured distance would temper anything and with us both being married, it would really just remain as a harmless flirtation,

I said, “of course babe, you can tell me anything,” and just so you know, this particular exchange was late at night my time while I was dildoing my ass and he was suited and booted at work on the other side of the world.

“Don’t tell me you’re still on that dildo 😂” he texted.

“Babe, I have not stopped being a nasty pig snorting poppers riding my vibrating black dildo watching your vids. They make my hole quiver.”

“That makes me think filth.” He replied.

“Like what?” I asked.  

“Well I have certain kind of filth as u know but I don’t know if I should tell you what I’m thinking or not.”

I suggested he just tell me but I said, “pretend I am looking up into your eyes while sucking your dick and tell me what you want.”

“How does it feel knowing you have a black man on the other side of the planet stroking his dick salivating over your perfect white ass.”

I could only reply with a smiley face and then his WhatsApp indicated he was making an audio recording.

I nearly came in my jeans when I heard the recording;

“Ok, its fucking true, you fucking turn a respectable black man into a fucking hungry n*gger, I swear to god, I fucking want you so fucking bad, such a fucking perfect hot white perfect pussy boy, you know I wanna destroy it, wanna take it from you, celebrate it and fuck the shit out of it.”

“Should I stop sending you voice messages?” He asked.

“No I love them, you are a beautifully filthy man.”

More recordings started to arrive.

“You’re the fucking, you’re the perfect white fucking faggot, every n*gger wants to fuck you, the minute they see you, straight, gay, doesn’t matter, the minute they see your ass they wanna jump all over you, so fucking hot, men like you fucking take us, take control of us by showing us that perfect white pussy in front of us.”

“😈baby, this white pussy is yours to destroy.”

“You better promise me, promise me I get a taste, stop teasing me, give me that ass, I wanna jump all over you like the dumb n*gger that I am, treat you like a fucking animal. I want to n*gger gang rape. You’re a fucking n*ggas wet dream. I wanna hear you beg for this n*gger dick, fuck, you won’t beg, you’ll beg for this n*gger to stop fucking you like a dog.”

And on and on it went. 

“You ok with the N-word?” he finally asked.

“Little late for that,” I thought, and I admitted it was a little uncomfortable for me but contextually it was fine as long it was consensual between us. 

The black daddy I have written about before on occasion would tell me to “beg for this n*gga dick,” so this wasn’t a new thing for me, but this was an all encompassing thing for this stud on the other side of the world.

Anyway, he had absolutely no issues with it and our WhatsApp exchanges usually took place late in the evening his time. I don’t know if he was drunk when he would send me recordings but they went from mild which in this case was describing my white boy pussy to the wild side which included fantasies involving the farmers son (me) and the farmhand catching me spying on him and then owning my ass violently. 

He certainly had a way with words and honestly, the WhatsApp exchanges are hot as fuck to read and listen to. His vids are porn award worthy and hard not to imagine myself being the bottom taking load after load from his 9 maybe 10 inch cock.

Now, as I say, I spend a lot of time traveling for work and with half a million miles a year on BA alone, the thought crossed my mind to book a flight to pay this stud a visit.

The gods of points bookings obviously wanted my white boy pussy to be owned because amazingly, just a few weeks out, I was able to grab biz seats both directions and confirmed to my WhatsApp lover that I was coming.

As would be expected from him, the recording I got back made me almost cancel the trip; “I hope you don’t want to see the city because I am going to keep that pussy in doors the whole time and feed you nothing but chicken broth and flood you with my n*gga babies. You’re gonna be this n*ggas bitch for a week, I’ve shown your ass to some brothers and we are going to n*gga rape you full of cum, you’ll be burping black babies for a month, gonna fucking own and destroy that pussy....” etc etc.

So off I go.

Wish me luck and watch for the next instalment of this story.