Charmed and Used by a Black Daddy

I'm sure you've gotten the idea by now that I get slutty when I'm really horny.  Wednesday night was a perfect example of this.  The only cock I'd had in nearly two weeks was a late-night blow-n-go which, while I always enjoy sucking cock, only made me want to get fucked even more.  So what's a horny boy to do?  I dressed in some tight clothes and headed to the club.  It was early in the night and they had just opened, so there weren't many guys there, but I didn't care.  I only needed one that would satisfy my carnal cravings.  I headed to the bar to get a water.

I have developed a bit of a reputation with the regulars and some of the staff.  I've been known to suck men off in the bathroom or their cars, so word got around.  The bartender who gave me a glass of water seemed to know exactly who I was.  Someone had apparently bragged to him about getting great head and I pretended to remember who he was talking about.  We talked for a few minutes before he started really flirting with me.  There were very few customers, so nobody could hear us or seemed to care.  When he rubbed his cock through his jeans, I knew he meant business.  Being underage, he couldn't give me a shot at the bar, but he offered one to me if I went in the back room.  He watched as I walked through the door at the end of the bar.  Moments later, he poured a shot of whiskey and followed.  He handed me the shot and immediately unbuckled, unzipped, unbuttoned, and pulled out his nicely-size, fully-erect cock.  I put the shot on a shelf and hit my knees.  Seconds later, his throbbing head was down my throat.  I pushed and pulled a bit while I moaned, only exciting him more.  He was ready to burst after a short time and I was ready to accept every drop.  I moaned harder, which caused a humming in my throat, which was just the thing to set him off.  As he began to shoot, I pulled back and tightened my lips on his shaft just behind his head.  The cum flowed from him as if a dam had been opened which required me to swallow several times.  I did very well in not spilling any, so no real cleanup was necessary.  While tucking his cock back into his briefs, he said that the rumors were true and that I had a talent for sucking.  Once we composed ourselves, he left the room.  I waited a minute, took the shot of whiskey, and casually walked back in the club.

We had been gone no more than ten minutes, but it looked like business had picked up a little in that time.  I hung out and watched some hot men for while.  I chatted with a few and just enjoyed the scene for a good half hour before the bartender told me that he was going to open the patio bar.  He seemed to want me to follow him out there, so I through the next room and out to the wooden deck area in the back.  Before anyone else wandered outside, he poured us two shots of whiskey and with a cheers, downed them.  One of the first men to step outside was a black man who looked to be in his fifties.  He had a muscular physique, short salt and pepper hair, and dressed in slacks with a nice shirt.  He just seemed to ooze confidence and charm as I watched him walk straight towards me.  He knew the bartender and ordered a drink before introducing himself.  I was a little taken back by how relaxed he was, but he probably knew from my face that I found him very attractive.  We smiled and made some small talk while he got his drink.  He then directed me toward one of the empty tables.  I looked back at the bartender with wide eyes and he just laughed.  This man was smooth, and I mean really smooth.  If he could have known how horny I was, he could have bent me over the bar and fucked me while making small talk with the bartender.  We sat on the same side of the table on a bench against the wall.  We could see the whole patio from these seats.

He really started to turn up the charm with the conversation.  He knew just when to offer information about himself and then appear very interested in everything I had to say.  He kept asking questions and getting to know me.  The bartender brought him another drink as we talked for maybe half an hour.  By this time, I had practically told him my life story.  There had been some flirting and I had been smiling the whole time, but when he started asking me about my sexual experiences, I felt strangely comfortable opening up.  I had just met this man who was three times my age, yet when he started asking about my first time, he put his hand over mine and the tale just started to flow.  In no time, I was sharing my memorable encounters and he told a few of his.  I even admitted to having swallowed the bartender's load not long before meeting him.  I was a little afraid that he would frown on my slutty lifestyle, but he seemed even more intrigued.  He was an excellent listener and just made me want to tell him everything.  When he said he needed to use the restroom and told me not to move an inch, I sat patiently swooning as he walked away.  The bartender brought me another water and told me that I was exactly his type and that he was usually seen with young boys.  We laughed and he went back to work as I pondered for a second on how wonderful it was that gay men tend to be more open to significant age differences than straight people.  This man was old enough to be my grandfather, but none of that matters when there's a strong attraction.

As he walked back to the table, he stopped and asked the bartender for a shot.  He carried it with him and took his seat next to me.  Over the next few minutes, he shared some of his favorite sexual activities.  He described in detail how he liked to top young boys and feel their heartbeats while he was inside of them.  My smile was practically advertising my consent to every act that he proposed.  I didn't just want these things to happen, I needed him touching me inside and out.  Then he told me something that did surprise me a little:  he liked to fuck boys while they lie on their backs, get them to cum, bend over and take their loads in his mouth, kiss them to make them swallow it, all with his cock inside them.  My eyes went wide and lips parted from his description of how good it feels and how much it turns him on.  He said he wanted to show me and took the shot in his mouth.  With a seductive hand on the back of my neck, he pulled me in.  He positioned his head slightly above mine so that I was looking slightly up.  I closed my eyes as I felt his lips parting mine.  The shot tasted sweet and creamy as it filled my mouth.  After I swallowed, our tongues began swirling together.  It was a hypnotizing kiss that had my mind racing with all the sexy stories he had told.  Without realizing it, my right hand had moved to rub his bulge.  I realized what I was doing at the same time that I felt how thick his shaft was.  It was an impressive handful and I wasn't sure my grasp would reach all the way around.  As he pulled away, my eyes opened and locked with his.  While I knew that he had most likely done this many times before, it was a thrill to have such a sexy man charm his way into my pants.  We stared at each other a little longer while he let me feel his continue rubbing his cock.  My heart was racing, a smile went from ear to ear, and I moaned a little as I gently bit my lip.  By the time he took my hand and made me stand, he had full control of me and I was going wherever he wanted.  He left his drink on the table, put some money on the bar for his tab, and led me through the club and out the front door.

In no time, we were in his BMW headed down the road.  I was rubbing his cock again through his slacks and probably still had the same "fuck me, please" look on my face.  He was getting much harder and his size was even more apparent.  I could tell that he was at least eight inches and had the girth of a can of Red Bull.  After he was on the highway, his right hand was on my leg gently squeezing.  We didn't say much in the car since we were both thinking about what was going to happen.  Surprisingly, my cock was still mostly limp, but I was so horny that my my hole kept tightening and releasing.  This man had me in a sex-crazed whirlwind.  My mind was completely blank except for imagining what his cock would look like, taste like on my tongue, and feel like deep in my ass.  I even knew that it was going to hurt, but was already mentally preparing for it.  I needed to give myself to him; body, mind, and soul.  As we pulled into his driveway, I noted that the house looked very new and probably expensive.  The garage door closed behind us and he led me inside.  I followed him directly to the bedroom before requesting a quick minute to use the restroom and freshen up.  By the time I got back, there were four candles lighting the room allowing me to see a gorgeous hunk of a man lying naked on the bed.  He was in a pose fit for the start of a good porno with his elbow holding him up and one knee in the air.  He was presenting his half-erect cock to me as if it was magical, which I have to admit, it really was.

I began to quickly take my clothes off as he started stroking his beautiful shaft.  I couldn't take my eyes off of it as it began straightening as it hardened.  It was probably the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and I just wanted to take it in my mouth.  I crawled onto the bed and my face went straight for it.  My mouth opened and accepted his head while my lips wrapped around him.  The tip was slightly larger around then his shaft, which gave my mouth a good grip on him to make sure that he wouldn't pop out.  He lowered his leg and more light allowed me to see more of his shaft.  The veins we already visible, but not throbbing.  He relaxed and let me enjoy the taste of his magnificent dark chocolate stick as I took more of him in my mouth.  I knew I probably couldn't deepthroat him, but I wanted to please him more than anything.  His pubes were trimmed and short allowing me to see that his balls were proportionate to his cock and I was sure that he would have a good amount of cum for me.  I was in heaven with him in my mouth, my hands gently massaging his sac, and his scent filling my nose.  Sucking cock is my favorite type of foreplay, but this man had my body yearning for more.  I was ready for him to fuck me, but wanted to show him my oral skills first.  My fingers didn't quite reach around his shaft, but I tried and I started stroking it.  My hand stayed stationary in front of my lips as my head moved with a rhythm.  I pivoted so that the bottom of his head was sliding against my tongue and I could look up at his face.  He stared down at me with a look of pleasure and accomplishment.  I continued this slow stroking motion for a couple minutes and he was rock hard.  I wanted to make him cum, but I also wanted to feel him inside me.  I pulled back while still stroking him to catch my breath and told him that I needed to get fucked.

I asked and he certainly provided.  In no time, he was holding a bottle of lube and a string of XL condoms.  He rose to his knees and threw me into position with my ass in the air and face to the sheets.  My legs spread for him as I supported myself on my elbows.  Looking over my shoulder, I saw him tear open a wrapper and stretch a rubber over his cock.  He squirted a generous helping of lube directly between my cheeks and ran his tip up and down to spread it around.  He did his best to be gentle as he lined up and pushed forward.  It took me a few seconds to accept his girth as his cock pushed at my hole.  My back arched as he spread me open and moaned.  I gripped the sheets as his head popped inside me for the first time.  He put the first couple inches into me and I was in a state of shock.  It hurt more than I thought it would, but also felt so amazing that I didn't even care.  As he pulled back slowly, I felt more lube run down my crack and to my stretched hole.  He worked some around with his fingers to coat his shaft before pushing back into me.  With each slow thrust, I could feel myself relaxing and the pain subsiding.  I could tell that he had lots of experience working his big cock into tight holes and I was very grateful at that moment.  He probably took a couple minutes to get lubed and worked into me before he was literally balls deep.  My ass cheeks were on his hips as he started grinding away.  I could barely breathe, my back still arched, face forward, and mouth open.  I was out to get fucked that night and knew that I had hit the jackpot with this man.

His hands were on my hips and cock deep inside my gut.  I tried my best to relax and just let it happen.  He went from grinding to thrusting and I could already feel an orgasm building.  With every thrust, it felt like my insides were being molded to perfectly fit his big, black dick.  I felt every erotic pleasure that I've ever experienced from getting fucked happening all at once.  This man knew how to fuck and made it seem effortless.  I looked over my shoulder again and saw him staring down at me with a grin.  His motion resembled a man slowly riding a horse; moving forward and back in the saddle.  While he showed no sign of finishing any time soon, I was ready to burst.  A quick glance down let me know that I was dripping precum.  All the stimulation was from inside of me, so my dick wasn't even hard.  I'm no stranger to an anal orgasm, but this one was going to be big.  As he kept thrusting, I let him know it was going to happen.

It seemed like one fluid motion as he flipped me and pulled me towards the edge of the bed.  I don't even think he pulled out, but more spun me around his shaft.  I was on my back, legs apart in the air, my limp dick flopping around, and he started thrusting harder.  The change in position made it feel even better as he impaled me again and again.  That was it, I was cumming.  My head was back and eyes closed as I felt his lips lock around my dick.  He was able to continue thrusting even while bent over, which only added to my excitement.  I started to shoot from my soft cock into his warm mouth.  I was in a trance and it felt like the longest orgasm of my life.  His lips stayed locked down until he was sure that I had given him all that I could.  His thrusting slowed to his previous pace and I felt his right hand on the back of my neck.  His lips touched mine and he began kissing me deeply and passionately.  I had never felt like more of a sissy in my life and it was amazing.  He was on top of me, his massive cock splitting me open, he made me cum through my limp dick, and I was being fed my own sissy semen.  Once I swallowed it all, he pulled back, but still wasn't finished with me.

Every muscle in my body had tensed up and was now releasing.  It was as if I was melting into a puddle on the bed.  He could have done anything he wanted to me in that moment and I wouldn't have cared.  His hard cock had burrowed a new home in me and my hole felt wrecked.  He had to keep going though because I needed him to cum too.  I take pride in never leaving a cock unsatisfied and there was no way he was getting away without giving me his load.  By the time the blood rushed back to my head, I knew I had to step up my game for this magnificent man.  He was still pounding me like a stallion, but I wasn't sure if that alone was going to do the trick.  I started telling him that I wanted him to cum, I wanted to taste it, that he felt amazing, and finally, that he could do whatever he wanted.  That seemed to be what he was waiting for since I quickly found myself in a new position.  He rolled me over so that I was bent over the edge of the bed.  My legs were spread and I was flat on my stomach.  His pace quickened and it almost felt like his cock was growing bigger inside of me.  My right ass cheek suddenly felt the sting of a solid, very strong slap.  He was breathing heavily now and he was really trying to go as deep as possible.  I just grabbed the sheets and moaned between breaths, which was pretty much all I could do.  I could feel my hole tightening slightly with each slap and it just excited him more.  He was good at this and knew exactly what he liked.  I was just an erotic toy to him and I was perfectly content with it.  Right at the time that I stopped wincing as much from the slapping, he changed course and leaned down over me.

His hands found my shoulders and gripped as if to prevent me from escaping.  He was drilling me harder than ever and moaning loudly.  He was going to cum and I begged him for it.  I wanted to feel him shoot and I needed to make sure he enjoyed himself at least half as much as I had.  That's when it happened.  As he began to erupt, it felt like his cock doubled in size.  I cried out from the pain and my body started an involuntary bucking motion.  This was all reflex and there was no way for me to stop.  He held me in place and continued to ram me while my arms and legs jerked around.  I was screaming at this point and tears welled in my eyes.  I have no idea how long this lasted, but it felt like hours.  The louder I screamed, the louder he moaned.  I was helpless to resist and he was taking full advantage of my desire to please him.  Thrust after thrust, shot after shot, my crying out only seemed to excite him more.  I was not myself in that moment.  I was a piece of flesh with a tight hole for him to abuse.  As the assault on my hole began to slow, I lie motionless on the bed.  He slowly pulled out and neither of us said a word.  He wandered into the bathroom and I heard the shower start.  He rinsed off and dried himself while I remained exactly where he had left me.

He put on shorts and a shirt before telling me that I needed to get dressed.  He had called a taxi and said it would be there any minute.  I was being shuffled off now that he was done with me.  As I tried to stand and compose myself, I saw the evidence of my second orgasm sprayed down the side of the bed.  He told me that he rarely gets a second fuck and knows that he is aggressive in the moment.  I agreed that it was intense.  He also mentioned that the bartender had text him about me before we met and said he was right that I was his type.  I guess this will get around, but I could only think of how long I would need to recover.  He gave me a twenty for the taxi and sent me back to the club for my car.  He did give me his number, just in case I wanted another round.  While I was physically hurt, I was sexually satisfied.  I wanted to get fucked hard and that's exactly what had happened.

Now that I've had some time to think about it, I absolutely loved being charmed and seduced by such an attractive older man.  He simply oozed masculinity and sexuality, not to mention his magnificent cock.  I thought about making him cum in my mouth, but then if he face-fucks me in the same manner, there's no way I would survive.  I've decided that I would like to see him again.  If it gets him off that much to wreck my ass, I'm willing to take it.  I do love to please.