We agreed to meet at his hotel room at 1:00 pm. He was scheduled to be in town for just two days, supposedly jam-packed with several appearances all across town—but for some strange reason, everything was canceled and his schedule cleared.
I would be spending 2 full days and 2 full nights with him.
He requested that I come wearing that little black dress that he oh so loves to see me in… a simple sporty-type cotton shift dress that is, in my personal opinion, shorter than what I usually would wear in public… except for that one time I wore it during a trip abroad.
As I took the cab to his hotel, I could not help but feel slutty… like what I was about to do was kinda whorish… but I knew I wanted to do this and give it a try… I knew that I could trust him, that he would take care of me like he promised me to. I knew he was different.
He had left my name with the front desk, and they gave me a key to his hotel room after I’d registered as his guest. I couldn’t have known his room number otherwise, since he said he never registers under his real name. (Are all musicians like this?)
Imagine my nervousness as I walked on the red plush carpet leading to the elevators… my heart wasn’t exactly pounding, but I remember a vague headiness and a slight disbelief—that this is actually fucking happening.
I fumbled a bit with the key, but I managed to open the door to his room.
“Hello…?” I called out while closing the door and I turned around to see the room was dimly lit… I wasn’t sure if there was anyone else there.
“Hey, you’re finally here!!!”
A tall figure immediately stood up from the couch and started walking towards me. Within seconds I was enveloped in a huge, tight hug… he is almost a foot taller than I am, and I wasn’t used to hugging a guy as big and tall as he is. His mouth found mine, and my mouth felt so full of him… his lips, his tongue… it’s been a while since I’ve kissed a guy, and I kinda felt awkward about the suddenness of it all… I was still holding my bags in my left hand and my key in my right, and crushed in his embrace I simply dropped everything on the floor and melted into his arms.
His mouth then released mine and he gazed down on me and stroked my back, my shoulders.
“I was about to get mad at you, thinking you might not show up,” he said smilingly.
“Why wouldn’t I show up? I told you I was coming, didn’t I?”
He then led me to the window overlooking the harbor, hugged me from behind.
“Isn’t it amazing how it’s like we’ve known each other for 20 years?”
“I know! And we’ve known each other for like what, 5 days?”
He then turned me around to face him, stepped back a bit, and looked me over from head to toe.
“You’re exactly how I thought you’d look like.”
“Well… do you like it?” I asked while I fussed at my hair and my dress.
He rolled his eyes at me and said, “Oh well, what do you think?”
I chuckled as I plopped down on the couch.
“Anyway, I need to take a quick shower first, and then we’re heading out to the casino.”
“Oh, okay. I am a little hungry, have you had your lunch?”
“No, but I’m still stuffed from all that food on the plane. I want to eat when I’m hungry. You go ahead; you can order ANYTHING you want.”
“Okay,” I replied as I looked around for the hotel room service menu.
He started stripping off his track suit and went about the room, preparing to take a shower. Moments later, he came back to me in his gray boxer briefs with his obviously long cock bulging underneath.
“Look what you’re doing to me; it’s like jumping out from under there!”
“Hahaha, and I haven’t done anything to it yet!”
“Well, that’s the effect you have on me!”
He then went back towards the bathroom and came back to me seconds later, fully naked. His huge cock was pointing straight at me, almost at eye level with me.
“Maybe you want to say hi to Him,” he murmured.
I was intimidated by “Him” at first… I’ve never been with a black man before, and he certainly was proving to me right then and there that the myths about black men and their cocks were certainly fuckingly true.
“Hey there…” I murmured while I stroked Him. He then moved away and went to take a shower.
He came out of the shower a few moments after I’d placed my order with room service.
“So what did you decide to get?”
“Oh, just a salad. I still want to lose some weight for my friend’s wedding this weekend.”
He was walking around naked, getting some pills from the desk or whatever else he was doing. I was still on the couch but I’d stretched out my legs, propping my feet on the ottoman by the coffee table. As he turned around to me, he saw my bare legs and gazed at them, passing his eyes over them.
“C’mon now, show me a little more.”
I then hiked up the hem of my dress slowly, revealing those black panties he loved and specifically asked me to wear. I’d previously shown him a striptease video of me in the same dress and panties, and I knew he loved me in them.
Feeling emboldened by the effect I have on him, I parted my panty to the side and showed him my freshly-shaved pussy, now wet in desire and anticipation.
“Ooooh, let’s have a taste of that now.”
He then came to me, knelt in front of me, parted my legs and kissed my pussy. I felt his mouth and tongue fill up my cunt, as he did earlier with my mouth. My back arched in delight as I started to moan in pleasure.
Before we met in person, we had talked about his obsession with making me cum. He said he takes it as a sport, and he’d like to see how many times he could make me cum. He also specifically told me to tell him out loud whenever I felt I was cuming… he likes that.
So as he kept on kissing my pussy, his tongue moving and swirling and playing around in me, I felt him pushing me further and further to the edge, driving me almost mad with the pleasurable sensation of him eating me out (he hates using that term—he prefers to say “kissing pussy”). I felt a deep desire in my cunt as I wanted more of him, his tongue, his mouth, his finger, his cock, WHATEVER! My hands were on his smooth head, pushing him deeper into me as my thighs squeezed his head in between me.
“I’m cuming!” I manage to blurt out in between my guttural moaning and panting. He stepped it up a notch and buried himself deeper in me, moaning with pleasure and anticipating my juices to flow into his mouth. I shuddered and convulsed with pleasure as I came hard, leaving me wanting for more. He didn’t let up even after my shuddering subsided… he did tell me before that he wanted to see me cum and cum and cum and cum…. multiple orgasms one after the other…
He was about to bring me to my second peak when someone knocked on the door.
Room service came.
“Shit… hold on a second, I just got out of the shower,” he yelled as he frantically got up and searched for his robe.
“That was one and a half,” I told him, still catching my breath.
