Note: I originally wrote this as two separate chapters for my Fetlife account (available on my profile). I combined them for GayDemon. Enjoy!
Darrell is a man I think about often, and wonder if he’s doing well. Darrell was tall and athletic. He was 6’4” with strong muscular arms and a military background. He was a dark-skinned man, bald, broad shoulders, and a six-pack. He played football in high school, and enjoyed working out in the gym four times a week. He could bench press up to 450 pounds.
I met Darrell in a comic book store in Indiana, not Craigslist. I was 26, about to turn 27 in November. It was fall. Leaves were turning color and falling to the ground. I was visiting a friend who I hadn't seen in a while, and decided to check out the local store before heading home. It was chilly outside, so I dressed for the season. A pair of blue bootcut jeans and an adorable pink hoodie that said Texas Longhorns. I may be a Kentucky "gal," but I still root for the best. 😉
The doorbell rang when I walked into the store. At the time, it was just me, the store clerk, a pudgy man, and his son. They were standing at the counter talking about the latest MCU movies: Thor and Captain America. I made direct eye contact with the new releases, first picking up the latest issues for the week. I remember Batman, Harley Quinn, Ghost Rider, and Venom being among the few that I grabbed. I was almost to my knees browsing the bottom rack before the doorbell rang again. That's when Darrell walked in. He was dressed to impress: slacks, a button-down shirt, and a red tie. He removed his shades and walked towards the new releases. My quick glance felt like an eternal stare, but I looked away before he caught me. I refocused my attention on the bottom rack of comic books. From the corner of my eye I noticed he was picking up similar books that I liked.
"He's got good taste." I thought to myself.
I stood up and made my way around the store. It was a decent-sized building! I browsed the rest of their inventory, from their collection of toys to statues to $1 bin books. Darrell was also browsing the store in the distance, although I could feel his eyes on me every time I bent over to pick up an item. I just picked up the Marvel Universe Galactus. This figure was HUGE. Galactus stood at 19" tall and was packed with a miniature Silver Surfer. He was $50.00 in 2011. Now? You're lucky to buy him for less than $300.00. 😬
The doorbell rang again. The pudgy man and his son left the store, and now it was just me and...
"Excuse me."
Darrell was standing right next to me. He reached past me and grabbed an action figure off the wall hook. My oxygen left my body.
"That's a NICE Galactus," he said, noticing the box in my hand. "I've been thinking about buying it."
His voice was deep, soft-spoken, and smooth. His breath smelled like fresh strawberries. His cologne was 1 Million Lucky by Paco Rabanne. It was a very masculine scent.
“Say something.” I thought to myself.
But I couldn't. I just stood there and smiled. He smiled back and walked around me, and started heading towards the register.
"Fuck!"
"What are you reading?" I blurted out.
He turned around and walked towards me again. Those four words were my saving graces. For the next ten minutes, Darrell and I stood in front of the Marvel Universe action figure wall, sharing our thoughts on MCU movies, and even exchanging phone numbers.
Coincidentally, we both lived within a radius of each other in Kentucky. He was in town for business and traveling back home. We checked out and left the store with the intent of keeping in touch. He texted me within ten minutes, casually flirting with me to get a response.
"I checked out your ass when you bent over," he wrote with a laughing emoji.
"I know you did." I would write back with a wink.
We both returned home safely, and he asked me to dinner the next night. He wanted me to be feminine for him, and didn't care who was watching. Although I was still exploring the fem boi lifestyle, I wanted to dress the part and please him. I wore black stockings, knee-high boots, a denim skirt, and a tan turtleneck. I straightened my long hair, applied makeup, and sprayed myself with perfume. We met at an upscale dining restaurant in Ashland, Kentucky. We hugged as soon as we both arrived. He was dressed sharply and smelled amazing just like he did the day before. We walked into the restaurant and added his name to the waiting list. It was dim in the building, lit with candles, and smelled of pasta. It was also extremely busy. He gently pulled me against him, so my back was against his chest, and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. He smelled my aroma, breathed on my neck, and in a soft tone said...
"You look and smell so amazing."
My left hand reached down his leg and explored his inner thigh. "Thank you," I breathed. As if I wasn't pre-cumming already, I just had an orgasm in my panties.
"Darrell."
Our table was ready. "Okay then." I giggled and recomposed myself. We followed the host to our table. I cannot remember the full details of our meal, but it was excellent. Italian food and wine. I kept my legs crossed the whole time and our hands touched often while we laughed and joked and flirted with each other. He told me he was a lawyer, and I told him that I worked in retail. My job felt minimal compared to his. He kept people out of prison, and I stocked shelves. 🥴
Darrell paid the bill and left a very generous tip. He opened the door for me as we exited the building, and walked me to my car. We gave each other a long hug. At first, we were a little hesitant about a "goodbye kiss," but our lips touched the closer we got to each other. I'm 5'9" so I had to stand on my toes a bit. A goodbye hug turned into my arms around his neck, and a goodbye kiss turned into our tongues competing for each other's attention.
We eventually broke our lips apart, and I rested my forehead on his chin.
"Do you want to come back to my place tonight?" he asked.
I bit my lip and smiled.
"Don't say yes if you don't feel comfortable."
"I'd love to," I responded. I smiled and kissed him again. He told me I could follow him, and gave me directions in case we got separated. I started up my car and followed him back to his house. It was a Victorian-era home on private acreage. It was surrounded by a gate that required a key code to enter. "Okay, what's the catch?" I thought to myself, "He is way too good for me!" I followed him through the gate. We both parked our vehicles in the loop in front of the house. I was in awe and mesmerized by the beauty of his home.
"Your home is so beautiful!" I said immediately as soon as I got out of my car.
"Thank you. I inherited it from my dad. He passed away a few years ago."
"I'm sorry." I followed him to the large patio that led to the front door. Once inside the house, there was a huge opening with two pillars to the left and right of the room separating the two rooms, and a room directly ahead leading to a staircase. We were also approached by a tail-wagging adorable goldendoodle named Mollie. I squealed with excitement and gravitated my way towards her!
"Would you like something to drink? "I have more wine." He laughed.
"Wine would be great!"
"Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."
Mollie and I walked to the room on the left, which was the living room. He had a large entertainment bookshelf full of history, psychology, law, horror novels, and trade paperbacks. On a different shelf, he had DVDs and video games, like Madden and Borderlands. He had a huge 75" Samsung television in front of a sectional. I sat down on the sectional with my legs closed, and Mollie joined me. Darrell walked in a couple of minutes later with two glasses of wine, sitting next to me opposite Mollie.
"I see you and Mollie are getting along."
"She's sweet." I smiled. He handed me my glass of wine. We both took sips, and my body fell back into his. He wrapped his arm around me, and our faces met again. Our lips reconnected for round two, and our tongues wanted a rematch. We sat our glasses on the coffee table in front of us. While Mollie made herself comfortable on the sectional, I made myself in Darrell's lap, draping my legs over him and once more wrapping my arms around his neck. I was so turned on by this man. He was everything I could want. He was intelligent. He was sophisticated. He was a nerd. He had a nice job. He was a gentleman. He was tall. He was muscular. As I felt his cock growing underneath me, I grinded in his lap to see how big it would get. I was only wearing panties and a skirt, and I could feel it throbbing.
I broke our kiss and removed my turtle-neck. He reached behind and unhooked my lacy pink bra, sliding it to the floor. I always had natural tits for a fem boi. He ran his hands up my skirt, past my stockings, feeling my smooth legs, and taking my tits in his mouth. He sucked on them each, biting my nipples, and squeezing my cheeks, exploring every inch of my body with his hands. I moaned and whimpered with every bite and nibble, and I was pre-cumming so much in my panties. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and made me gasp and whimper more as he kissed my neck, returning his lips to mine, once again playing with my tongue.
"You want my big black cock, don't you?" He growled in my ear.
"Yes sir." I couldn't breathe. I could just pant, whimper, and gasp for air. I was so turned on. I was a bitch in heat. I was Darrell's bitch in heat.
"Get on your knees."
I did as I was told. I slid off Darrell's lap and onto my knees in front of him. He loosened his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid them down. His big black cock dangled in front of my face. It was so much bigger and wider than my last partner. Darrell was 10.5 inches. My little 1.5" was nothing in comparison. He stood in front of me with his cock sticking out near my lips, and my mouth just salviated. I was between awe and drooling looking at it. I bit my lip, took it in my hand, and looked up at him.
"Oh my God. You're so big."
That was all I could say. I couldn't wait to taste it! I wrapped my mouth on the head of his cock, slowly opening my mouth more, stroking his shaft and rotating myself back and forth on it as much as I could suck. I continued doing this for about ten minutes, so I could get used to the size of him, before I placed my hands on his cheeks using just my mouth to suck him. He played with my hair and moaned while I went back and forth on his cock, and I maintained eye contact during this time, too. At some point, he started using my mouth like a fleshlight, fucking it. I wasn't in charge anymore. He was. He grabbed a fistful of hair while my hands were still planted on his cheeks, and fucked my mouth as far back as his black cock would go.
He slid off his shirt and pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Stay right there," he said. My makeup was smeared. He walked into a different room with his huge cock still solid rock hard, and muscles sticking out like a Greek god. I was not a muscular person. I was skinny, toned, and thick in all the right places.
Darrell walked back into the room with a condom and sat on the couch in front of me. His black cock stood up as he sat down. He opened the condom wrapper and slid the magnum sized condom on his cock.
"Come here, baby. Sit on it."
I stood up and slid off my panties. My little penis was soft and dripping with pre-cum as I lifted my skirt and climbed back into Darrell's lap. He positioned his black cock into my boi pussy and slid it in, and I moaned so fucking loudly. I threw my hands on his shoulders, and he placed his hands on my waist, slowly pushing his black cock into my pussy inch by inch.
He grunted, "Oh yeah, come on, baby. Open that pussy up for me."
I rested my head on his shoulder and bit his neck, moaning in his ear. He felt so good. I did as I was told, doing my very best to open my boi pussy so I could take every inch of his 10.5 big black cock.
Once I adjusted to his cock, Darrell was fucking me in that exact position for about 30 minutes. I bounced on his hard cock, while he sat on the couch and grabbed my cheeks and thrust his balls into me. It was a great thing we were in a gated home because I was screaming and moaning loudly. Poor Mollie eventually left the room and moved to the kitchen, and Darrell lifted me from that position onto my back where Mollie was lying. Darrell didn't pull out when he moved me. He just resumed fucking me. With my legs now up in the air, stockings still on, Darrell's balls slapped against my cheeks, and Darrell's face pressed against mine, grunting and growling, I felt like such a slut. I had never been fucked like this, not even by my previous partner. I moaned, whimpered, and screamed with every thrust of pleasure. His cock felt so amazing inside of me. As a whole, he fucked my pussy for an hour before I felt him pulsating. He growled loudly in my ear before blowing his load inside me, and it was A LOT. He definitely needed that release.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we started kissing again. He laid on top of me for about 10 more minutes, while we just kissed. His cock was still deep inside my pussy, and my legs still wrapped around his muscled waist.
I slept over at Darrell's house that night. It was 6:00AM when I woke up, and the room was still dark. I was lying on Darrell's chest, and Darrell's arm was wrapped tightly around my shoulder, holding my pale white skin against his black muscular body. We were completely nude. My leg was draped over his leg. My little clit, now micro-sized less than one inch, had disappeared between my legs, while his soft black cock could fit my entire hand. I wiggled my way out of Darrell's safety net, and walked to the master bathroom. I closed the door, flipped the light switch, and sat down to urinate. The master bathroom was huge. It had a giant sink, a huge walk-in shower, and a round jacuzzi tub. There were movie posters on the walls, like "St. Louis Blues" and "Jungle Fever". I flushed the toilet, flipped the light switch, and snuggled back in bed with Darrell, who instinctively wrapped his arm around me again. I felt so safe and protected in his arms. Everything in the world felt right.
It was 7:00AM when I woke up again, and Mollie was licking my hand. Darrell told me this was Mollie's way of telling people she needed to go potty. Rather than Darrell getting up and going downstairs, I volunteered to take her outside. Since I didn't have anything decent to wear and my panties were soaked from the night before, I borrowed one of Darrell's button-down shirts from his closet and followed Mollie downstairs, through the kitchen, and to the backyard. The property's backyard was just as massive as the rest of the house. It was completely fenced in. There was a patio directly outside the door with a charcoal grill, and many acres for Mollie to run and play. It was chilly and breezy outside. I didn't think my outfit through. One of Darrell's button-down shirts was a nice idea to cover my private parts, but my legs and feet were cold!
Once Mollie finished up, she walked back to the patio, and we proceeded back inside the house. I locked up and headed back upstairs. Darrell was in the shower when I returned to the master bedroom. I unbuttoned Darrell's shirt and tossed it on the bed, and walked into the bathroom. I could see Darrell washing himself with body wash. His muscular black body was covered in soap suds. My little clit was still less than an inch long and already pre-cumming at the site. I quietly entered the shower behind him, reached around, and hugged him, placing my hands on his exposed chest and resting my head against his back. I took the wash rag from his hand and proceeded to wash his back with it, and then myself. Once we had finished cleaning ourselves, we continued to let the water run over us. I wrapped my arms around his neck and our lips met, but my lips had other ideas. I wanted his cock in my mouth again. His big black cock was raging hard, and it was brushing against my little clit. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed it in my fucking mouth. I dropped to my knees while we were in the shower, placed my hands on his cheeks, and swallowed two-third of his big black cock on the first attempt.
"Oh, fuck!" he moaned.
He grabbed my hair. As I started thrusting my mouth back and forth on his cock like it was my last supper, Darrell was having a difficult time maintaining his balance, shoving almost all 10.5 inches down my throat. I took it like a champ, and I wanted to be his bitch so badly. I was hungry for him.
Water was dripping off of our bodies, and pre-cum was leaking from my little clit. Darrell grabbed a fistful of my hair and stood me up. He took his other hand and wrapped it around my throat, backed me against the wall, and kissed me like a caged animal. His big black cock was brushing against my little clit, and I could feel its superiority.
"You want this big black cock, don't you?"
"Yes," I replied.
I could barely breathe. I was so turned on. I was willing to let this man do anything he wanted to me within reason, and I strangely trusted him.
"Say it. Tell me you want this big black cock."
"I want your big black cock." I told him.
"You want to be my little slut, don't you?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Fucking say it, bitch."
He tightened his grip around my throat and his black cock got harder, and I could feel my little clit get smaller.
"I want to be your little slut!" I moaned!
He took his massive hands and grabbed both of my cheeks. He lifted me like I was a rag doll, pushed me against the shower wall, and balanced his hard cock underneath my boi pussy. I wrapped my pale legs around his waist as he slid his hard black cock inside my pussy, inch by inch, thrust by thrust, he started using my body like a sex toy. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His thrusting intensified as well as the dirty talk.
"Is this what you wanted slut? You want me to fuck you like I own you?!"
"YESSSSS!!" I screamed.
I couldn't say anything else. I was in complete and utter Heaven. I loved being degraded and used like a sex toy by this man. Why did it turn me on so much? Was it Darrell’s raw primal urges? Was it because of the way he carried himself in and out of the bedroom? Was it his libido? Was it his appetite for fem bois? I wasn’t complaining, but I had a lot of burning questions about what made this man so goddamn perfect.
Darrell continued thrusting into me for the next 45+ minutes before pulling out and guiding me back to my knees.
“Stick out your tongue,” he commanded, turning off the shower faucet.
I did as I was told. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out while he held his cock over my mouth and started masturbating. Within a few minutes, he let out a powerful grunting sound…
“Oh, fuck! Here it comes!”
He shot multiple loads into my mouth and all over my face. My face was covered in his cum, and I was swallowing so much of it like dairy milk was going out of stock. I grabbed the wash rag and body wash, and cleaned his cock again, and proceeded to suck it completely clean. He ran his fingers through my hair. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we would get together.
As a matter of fact, the morning wasn’t over yet. I slid his shirt back on, while he tossed my clothes from the previous night in the washing machine, including my panties that were soaked with cum. I was also learning Darrell was a hopeless romantic, despite how intense the sex sessions got. He offered to cook us breakfast, and we fed Mollie!
Chef Darrell made us Denver Omelets! It required eggs, ham, onion, green bell pepper, black pepper, cheddar cheese, cayenne pepper, and butter! Mollie, on the other hand, ate kibbles and bits. I felt so sexy wearing his shirt. I crossed my legs while I was at the kitchen table, like a good girl, and I knew showing my thigh would tease him.
While we were waiting for my clothes to wash and dry, we cuddled on the couch and watched a movie. He made sure I got home safely by texting him that afternoon.
To Be Continued.
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