0 comments/ 28526 views/ 1 favorites My Surprise Ch. 01 By: Ladyscorpion As I walk up to the coffee shop, he chose for us to meet at, my heart was racing. I had met men from the inter net before, but never this soon. I hardly knew him, but it seemed that things went faster with him than usual. I agreed to meet him wondering what exactly I was getting myself into. I had put an ad on the inter net hoping to find an older married black man that would want to have sex with me for a little while. I wasn't after just sex; any woman can go to a bar and find that. I was looking for a man who knows the value of a good woman, and married men seem to have that covered. I was looking for someone to have an affair with, someone who is lonely on some level and looking for someone like me to fill that void. At this point in my life I'm tired, tired of trying, tired of wishing and wanting, tired of my own desire. I just wanted to find someone who enjoys my body and I would his and nothing more. Then when the desire and passion die, I can just walk away no worrying, no wishing, and no trying. I received a few responses very quickly, and I nervously responded to his, his was the first I'd sent, and I wasn't sure what to say. I was nervous to post such a provocative ad in the first place. It was amazing how much e-mail my ad was generating, I received more than 100 responses to my ad in 24 hours, and the most amazing part was I didn't even send a picture! I deleted my posting, and I quickly sorted the ones I received already. I simply deleted the ones with nude pictures, although I wanted sex, I didn't request naked pictures. I read through the rest and deleted all the white men (I'm simply more attracted to black and dark skinned men). After all my sorting and e-mailing I decided to meet Tony, the first e-mail response I sent. He sent a two gorgeous picture of himself one in a suit, and one outside, but both showed a very handsome man with a casual confidence. His body language in both pictures showed a very comfortable man. Best of all, he was sexy as hell!!! I didn't dress very carefully, as I didn't want to appear that I was trying too hard. I was wearing some plaid shorts, a Billabong tank top, and some make-up to accent my blue eyes. My blond hair is currently cut short, and I wore the top part in a barrette. I'm an average size woman (5'4" & 150 lbs), and I carry most of my extra weight in my hips, ass, and thighs. As I walked up to the entrance of the coffee shop, he came to the door and held it for me. He knew who I was!! I'm sure it was hard to miss the blond carrying twins, but most people would question it any way. Saying something like, "your Kendra, right?" He just took one of the babies and walked to a table that would fit all of us. I was so impressed!! He was wearing slacks and a long sleeve dress shirt with the top button open. After we set the babies down he casually asked me what I wanted to drink, and went and got them. He was so freaking confident, and I felt so nervous. He told me about growing up in Africa, and his daughter, and I kept up with the conversation, but I found myself imagining his naked body. I tried to imagine his dark skin next to mine and what his face looked like when he came. Our meeting came to a close, as we both had somewhere to be. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "I know what I want, and I want you." My pussy started to throb, I wanted him too. I told him I would like to see him again, and he asked when and where, and I responded with unease. He looked me in the eye and asked, "Would you like me to take the lead on this? Do you trust me enough for that yet?" My heart thumped with the desire and speed of a racecar. After I determined he had no idea how much I wanted him to take the lead, we agreed to see each other soon. He carried one of the babies to my car, and when I walked to the driver side of my car I could tell he wanted to touch me. I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck, and he pushed his body into mine. Again, such confidence, no question in his mind whether he should touch me. His lips brushed mine and we briefly kissed, but what I remember most was the way he touched my hips. I don't know that it was intentional, but he had one hand on the small of my back and the other gently moved across my abdomen in this sexy way. I'd never been touched like that. I left and couldn't stop thinking about that touch. The next time we met at my apartment. He sat next to me on the couch for a couple of minutes before he started kissing and undressing me. It was wonderful how he communicated exactly what he wanted without asking, his body talked to mine. He undressed and laid his clothes carefully on the couch and kissed my entire body. He had a huge black cock, and it was very exciting. He had me stand in front of him, and he bent my over and pushed his big dick into my pussy from behind. It felt so good, it felt so passionate, I knew he thought I was sexy and wanted my pussy. After a few strokes, he pulled out and had me get on my knees over the seat of the couch. His big rod pushed deep inside me, as he pulled and pinched my nipples, making my pussy wet and eager to cum. He received a phone call, and had to leave the room for a minute, but a few minutes later he wanted me to join him. He was on the phone with a woman and he was clearly making business arrangements but asked her to wait for a minute, he turned to me and asked me to suck his dick. I was happy to comply, as being a good dick sucker has always been my strong point. After I opened my mouth and took him into it, he simply resumed his phone call. I wasn't sure whether to be offended or impressed. I decided to take it as a challenge, I wanted to see if I could distract him, but I think he caught on because shortly after I made my mind up to distract him. He grabbed a hand full of hair and controlled the whole thing. He pushed my mouth down onto his cock with intent, but not force. He was very controlled and gentle. When his phone call ended we went back to the living room and he sat on the couch and wanted me to straddle him. I knew this was my chance, so I quickly lowered my pussy onto his stiff cock. I slid my pussy over his big dick and felt my orgasm very close; his thick shaft touched a place deep inside my pussy that made my orgasm closer with each stroke. As I rocked my pelvis forward and buried his big cock with each thrust my orgasm started to pulse in my pussy and belly. I cried out to him, "I'm gonna cum." My orgasm tore through me like lightning ripping through a dark night. After almost an hour of stimulation my body released all it's tension in this magnificent orgasm, only seconds after the orgasm stopped he started to move, and I could tell I was going to have another orgasm regardless of what happened next. I just looked into his eyes and told him, "I'm gonna cum again." He smiled and started moving his hips and I rubbed my clit on his pelvis and my second orgasm hit with almost the same force as the first! We both cleaned up, and he left. I knew I would have sex with this man again; I just had to figure out when. The next day he wanted me to come to his house, so while the babies napped, I slipped out to see him. We met at a big store and I left my car there and got into his car. We greeted each other and he drove towards his house. I chatted at him nervously, and he listened. As we approached the freeway, he turned his head slightly towards me and said, "I'm kinda dominant when it comes to sex." My heart started beating so hard it could hear it echo in my ears. I waited for him to say something else, but that was all he had to say about that. As he drove me to his house, he told me he wanted me to lean my seat back so his neighbors couldn't see me. I felt sorta funny lying down in the moving car, but he put his hand on my thigh. It was very comforting, and I think it was meant to be because he didn't rub or massage he just had it there as if to communicate, "it's okay, you're with me, and I'll take care of everything." I had such a hard time concentrating because my mind kept playing his words over and over in my mind. All I could think about was the possibility that he might know about the world of BDSM. I have always loved the fantasy world, and when I was old enough to know about sex, I just fantasized about sex. I imagined things about sex in my teen hood that I never heard of till I was in my twenties. While I was in college, I learned that I loved to write stories about sex, and I met a few people online who also liked to write stories. One guy and I used to write stories together. They were stories of traditional kinky sex, and he introduced me to the website Literotica.com. I have been visiting and reading stories from that website for the past ten years, I've read about bondage, spanking, torture, incest, and a whole lot more. I'm the curious sort, and once I've started a story, no matter how offensive, I can't stop reading...lol. I've toyed with the idea of responding to an ad for a D/s relationship, but never could make myself go through with it. It just seemed too desperate and lame to me. All my favorite stories were of loving gentle men that trained submissive women to love their own body, and they truly wanted to bring their lover to new heights of ecstasy. The man of my fantasies would care about me, and think of me as beautiful and special. He would enjoy my body in ways no one ever dared to before, and he would teach me to enjoy it too. He would respect me and never judge my desire for sex, and my eagerness to please him would turn him on and excite him. He would recognize that over time, I would let him do anything he wanted with me. Most of all he would be black, for some reason I never thought it would ever happen. I always imagined the dominant men in the stories as white, but I always imagined a black man would dominate me. After he delivered me back at my car, my head swam with the possibilities. I couldn't think straight, my mind just twirled and twirled with possibilities. It really felt like this could be my chance to experience something I had only dared to dream about. I thought about some of the stories I had read, and I had to know. Before I even returned home; I e-mailed him from my phone. I carefully worded my question, as I didn't want to scare him if he had no idea what I was talking about. I cautiously asked if he had ever played any sexual role playing games. I thought I would die of anticipation as I waited for him to respond, and when he finally did, I was so glad I asked. He said, he knew what I was talking about, and yes he had participated in that kind of play!! I could have came in my shorts. All of a sudden I was very afraid, what was he gonna do next time we saw each other? I dreaded all the ritualistic stuff I read about regarding ownership and collars and stuff, I sincerely hoped he didn't want me to do all that. I would if he wanted me to, but I wondered if that would be anything I would enjoy. I seriously doubted it. I secretly started hoping he would make a request so I could show him how eager I was to please him. I want to wear exciting sexy clothes for him; I want to go places with him with no panties. I think I want to have sex with him outside somewhere risky but safe. More than anything I want to do what was sexy and pleasing to him. I was open and waiting for his instruction. I didn't have to wait long... My Surprise Ch. 02 My phone buzzed in my purse while I was at the grocery store, and it was my lover. He wanted to see me again, and I had been waiting for this e-mail. He had a few requests, I figured he was starting slow and appreciated it. He wanted me to meet him at his house, and he gave me specific instructions as to how that would play out. I wanted to see him again, but I was concerned about getting caught. I was so nervous, but I totally trusted him already. He requested a dress and panties because he said he wanted the pleasure of taking them off. After dropping the groceries off at my house, I quickly changed my clothes and drove to the north side of town and down the street he lived on. He was standing in the opening of his garage waiting for me. His dark, black skin looked so amazing against the white tank top he was wearing. I pulled directly into the garage, just as he had instructed. I turned off the engine and waited for the garage door to close completely before leaping out of the car and into his arms. I was wearing a yellow and brown sundress and thong panties. The color of the dress accented my short blonde hair, and light suntan that I work on several times a week. I wore low heels to give my calves some shape and me a little height. I skipped wearing make-up and wondered if he would comment. I've been told I'm very pretty without it, and some very kind people say I have natural beauty. Either way, I'm from the California coast, and make up isn't a priority. In light of that, my deep blue eyes were left to make their own natural impression. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced with and tasted each other. I inhaled his sweet scent and looked into his eyes. He was very happy to see me. He led me into his house, and I was in awe of its beauty. Every room was elegantly decorated, and it had a very comfortable feel to it. He took me to his office, and sat at his desk. I wasn't sure what to do so I just knelt beside him. He looked over and touched my hair and said, "You're such a good girl." My heart swelled with pride. I think he was finishing his e-mail or something, but I just waited patiently for him to finish. It was only a couple of minutes later that he pulled me to my feet and had me stand in front of him with my back to him. He ran his hands my back and over my hips. He squeezed my ass a few times before he lifted the back of my dress to expose my ass; it was really bare except for the string of my thong panties. I felt so vulnerable and exposed standing there with no eye contact. He wanted me to lean forward so he could have a better view and more access to my pussy. As I stood bent over with my ass exposed to a man I hardly knew I thought about how much I trusted him already. I met him less than two weeks ago, and already I was baring my ass and exposing my pussy to a married man in his own house. There was something so unique and wonderful about him, I felt like I would do almost anything to please him. I wanted him to enjoy my body in whatever way that pleased him most. All of a sudden his hand came down on my ass with a loud slapping sound. It stung only slightly, and I giggled. He stood up and undid his pants and let them fall to his feet, he pushed his boxers down as well. He put his hand on the side of my head and swung me around so now I was bent over and his cock was perfect level for sucking. I knelt down and leaned my head back and took just the head into my mouth. I took more and more of his big black cock into my mouth, and when I opened my eyes to examine how far I had gone. I was quickly disappointed to realize I only had about 1/3 of it! He could read my mind, and he chuckled. He asked, "Do you want to take the whole thing into your mouth and throat?" I nodded my head and said, "Mmm Hmm." He smiled and said, "I can teach you." He reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress and quickly lifted it up over my head, I removed my bra, and I knelt before him naked. He grabbed a handful of hair and started pushing his cock farther and farther into my mouth. I gagged a little, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could. He told me to tilt my head back as far as I could, He kept pushing his dick farther and farther into my mouth, and all of a sudden his big dick was in my throat. My mind panicked and I couldn't breath, but then he pulled out. My eyes were watering, and I started to feel embarrassed at what I probably looked like. I wasn't crying nor did I want to stop, it was just my body's reaction to this new feeling. He sensed my thoughts immediately and said, "Baby your doing it. You're doing a great job, don't worry if you spit or cry or even gag, baby it all feels very good." I started to relax again, and I focused on opening my mouth as big as I could, and he kept pushing his cock in and out of my throat. This was the first time anyone had fucked my mouth the way it was meant to be fucked. He abruptly pushed me away from his rock hard dick, and said, "I don't wanna cum yet, and you're getting good at that already." Again my heart swelled with pride, and my pussy was soaking wet. Every time he was buried deep in my throat my pussy would throb like a carpenters thumb after a hard hit with a hammer. It was kind of painful how hard it was pounding. He removed his white tank top to reveal his sexy 6-pack abs. He was so lean and his muscles were so hard and defined, he didn't look much older than me. His skin was so dark against mine, and his expressions were clear and communicated his pleasure. He asked me to get on my hands and knees, and he was behind me again. He parted my pussy lips and felt how wet I was, and said, "wow, baby, I didn't realize how much you liked that. Would you like to do that again someday?" I responded, "I would love to! I wanna practice until I'm really good at deep throating you." He laughed at my enthusiasm. He pushed the head of his giant cock into the opening of my wet pussy and groaned at how tight it was again. He was big and my pussy was small, so he had to go slow at first. He slowly worked his way deep inside me. He asked me to lean down with my elbows on the ground and my ass in the air. After he opened me up a little he started fucking me with the rhythm of an old street musician. You know the kind that is so rhythmic and consistent that you get lost in the moment. Before I knew it I was rocking and pushing my body into his. With each thrust, I could feel the tip of his cock deep inside me. He was holding my hips and pushing into me again and again. However, suddenly he withdrew again saying he wasn't ready to cum again. He stood up and walked out of the room. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just followed after him. I peered around the corner of the first room I passed and he was lying face up on a bed in this room. He casually motioned for me to join him. As I entered the room he said, "I want you to ride me." I nodded eagerly, I was happy to comply; I opened my legs wide and straddled his body. I slowly lowered my pussy onto his stiff rod. My wet slit accepted him in one smooth motion. I could feel the tip of him buried deep inside me, this feeling alone made me want to cum. The walls of my pussy started to contract, and I could tell she was revved up and ready to get hers! I rocked my hips forward and stroked his cock with my womanly body. He said, "I can feel it. I can feel your orgasm building inside you." He said, "Baby I want you to cum for me." I looked deep into his eyes and saw the passion and desire for me. He pushed his hips and pelvis into my clit, and it started a slow ascent to my first orgasm. Slowly I pushed his dick deep inside me, and ecstasy started to erupt deep inside my pussy. My orgasm bubbled to the surface like a powerful, volcanic eruption. I rocked with the powerful force of my own ecstasy, and I said, "I'm cumming, oh yes, I'm cumming." My pussy flooded with my sweet juices, and my body pulsed with waves of pleasure. I opened my eyes and he was carefully watching me, he was studying my face as I came. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He rocked his hips and moved his still hard cock inside me. I giggled because I could feel my pussy start to throb and another orgasm starting to brew. He could read it in my face and said, "I want you to cum for me again." I wanted to cum for him again too! I closed my eyes and imagined what our bodies would look like in a porno type movie. I watched his big, black dick sliding in and out of my pink pussy; and I could hear the participants panting with pleasure. I grabbed a handful of the sheets and my orgasm started to pulse again. The rhythmic nature of the waves of ecstasy forced me to cry out in pleasure. I opened my eyes, and he was watching my face again. I giggled and he kissed me. He lifted me off him and told me to get on my hands and knees. He pushed his hard cock into my slick pussy from behind me, he told me to lie all the way down. He pushed my legs together and straddled me. His big dick pushed all the way inside me, this downward angle gave him more room to slide all the way in. He made a deep but quite growling sound, and I could tell he was enjoying the depth he was able to attain like this. He worked my pussy slowly and steadily; I could feel my body respond to his urges. Suddenly he pulled out and growling louder this time. I could feel spurts of hot cum on my ass and back. I imagined his face as he shot his seed all over me. After his cum stopped he lay next to me for a few minutes, and I lay on my belly next to him. We studied each others face for a few minutes, and then we both cleaned up and dressed, and it was time for me to leave. He hugged me and I pressed my face into his chest. I loved the way he smelled, and I already looked forward to seeing him again. He looked deep into my eyes and kissed me passionately, and said, "I want to see you the day after tomorrow." He said, "I want you to wear the shortest dress you have and no panties next time." He paused and then added, "I like it when you don't wear make-up, feel free to skip that whenever you want, you're beautiful without it." I just nodded my head, my cheeks were hot, my heart raced, and my head swam. I knew exactly what I would wear next time!