Giving Her, Her First BBC | Part I

We met in the hotel lobby of the Aria, my eyes darting back and forth through the crowd til I saw her. Back turned, deepest of black hair flowing down, leading my eyes to now chase the curves revealed in a modest sun dress. The casual awkwardness of walking up to someone, making eye contact..acknowledging you are who each is looking for, before engaging in a ‘hello’ that whispers both relief and anticipation. That anticipation grew as I followed her through the casino and up the elevator… could she see that anticipation growing, thick and heavy against my leg, outline pushing against my pants….I hoped she did. I already knew she had never been with a BBC…I relished her knowing it wasn’t just rumors.

We settled in, joint lit, filling the room with the aroma of earth as the haze of smoke filled the room. She sat at the corner of the bed, I pulled up a chair parched directly in front; the view of her long legs were delightful, but she began to wet my mind. The joint passed back & forth as well as the conversation. Not engaging in small talk, but ideas in politics, religion, our families and the philosophies of people.

As the joint burned out, I moved closer…next to her on the bed, my hand followed her thigh up her dress. Her lips tempted me to kiss them, a flush soft pink against, accentuated against her pale skin and dark eyes. Temptation being my favorite thing to give into, my lips seemed to rush towards hers, eventually allowing my tongue to slip between, dancing with hers. I could feel her submission pass to me with the tightening of my grip on her body, controlling where it was allowed to move within her new black Daddy’s arms, as her clothes fell off her body.

Her tits sat perfectly, large and full.. a painting that only paled in comparison to perfect ass she display bending over the foot of the bed. Feet planted firmly on the floor, face planted firmly into the cushion of the bed as I walked towards my toys, unbuttoning my dress shirt to remove it, grabbing the flogger… “good girl” is the thought that consumed my mine as I turned back seeing her still patiently waiting quietly. Little white sluts don’t need to see how much I enjoy seeing them whimper, so I blind folded her eyes, beginning to rub my hands over her back, ass, and thighs…learning all the curves before I allowed her to feel firmness of my hand impacting against her supple ass. Another smack, another flog, repeated..her ass blushed red.

Rope was next, and I brought just enough to put her in the position I wanted to see. Her arms raised and hands behind her head, I tied them there, using a simple chest harness to keep them in place. Like her lips, the purple rope contrasted perfectly. To her knees I put that pretty prize; zipping down my pants, my cock was already too hard just to make it out of the zipper. Unbuttoning allow my dick to force its way out, finding her fuck hole of a mouth. She stretched and stretched to fit it in…one inch at a time until that black meat fully engorged her mouth. Could this pretty virgin bbc mouth actually be making Daddy’s dick bigger than it has been prior.

Poor little white princess had to choke on daddy’s dick, helpless, hands tied behind her head, a big black man over her annihilating her throat. The intensity rose and rose until she couldn’t take that big of a dick down her throat anymore, she whimpered and became overwhelmed, needing to call a ‘red light’ as tears and intensity ran down her face. Untied, we sat on floor, still tears as I held her close….a flow of energy between us, something that made it even deeper, when we moved back up to the bed. She crawled in my arms, curled up against Daddy’s chest, one hand playing in my beard…our energy still creating a bubble where only we exist.