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Well, he was beautifully black. I’ll start with that. But not just black—jet black, dark like the night sky on a July evening when even the moon decides to hide. God, and he was smooth—how to heaven was his skin was so friggin’ smooth? Truly it is beyond my comprehension. Every part of his body was so smooth to touch, to feel, and to taste and oh—God! It’s impossible not to get wet just thinking about him again.
What a specimen of a man. What a powerful human being. What a thick, monster of a cock… oh, right, nearly forgot about that.
God… that cock.
I’m dripping wet dreaming about it still… dreaming about his thick, luscious cock sliding between my lips as I sucked on him like a giant lollipop of pure pleasure. Christ—can one man really have so many delicious parts?
Well, he did… and I played with every single one of them.
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My name is not important. Neither is my new lover’s, although I call him Antonio. I prefer not to use real names—it simply gets in the way. Real names are for relationships, and should only become a concern when considering things like monogrammed towels, or registering for dining sets.
Antonio? A relationship? Never.
Why ruin all the fun?
Yes, I’ll admit, I liked the way his name sounded as it rolled off my tongue…
“Oh, yes, Antonio… fuck me harder Antonio! Give me all of that beautiful big cock Antonio!”
You agree, don’t you? It sounds perfect… Antonio, and his perfect black cock. Could a girl ask for anything more?
Well, this girl can and did. Except it wasn’t a relationship that I asked of Antonio. It was something much more difficult.
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A girl can never be too careful around a guy like Antonio. Strong, sophisticated, and sexy as hell, I knew he would be trouble the moment he contacted me. I knew he was the kind of man who could get any girl he wanted, which is a problem for me… because those are the guys I’m attracted to the most.
A guy who can sit calmly and read the newspaper as I stroll into the room wearing nothing but a flimsy white cotton shirt and a pair of sexy cotton panties with the promise of sex practically painted on my face? Yes, that is definitely the kind of guy who will keep my attention. Antonio most definitely had mine as he sat, impervious to my advances, reading his paper and sipping his morning coffee as I approached the high-back sofa. His firm, muscled frame remained casually covered by his checkered blue Oxford shirt and a pair of boxers. I took a seat opposite him, waiting for him to notice me.
Oh, he pretended he didn’t see me, raising his coffee mug to his lips, and adjusting the folds in his newspaper. Yet even a guy like Antonio has his limits. No one spends that much time reading the New York Times unless they’re in politics. Antonio was no politician.
I leaned forward, spreading my legs slightly, allowing my guest of honour to steal a glimpse at my body. His eyes wandered over, as I knew they would. I could feel his pupils widening, a direct line forming between his brain and what lay under the sheer fabric of my shirt. I decided I was going to allow him more than just a glance. I slowly stood up and walked over to him, then slipped his foolish newspaper from his hands and tossed it aside. I dragged my nails over his chest and bent all the way down and traced his thick, dark lips with my tongue. Visions of our previous night flooded my mind as I moved my mouth against his, kissing him as deeply as I dared.
God, I wanted him again.
I wanted to feel his thick cock buried deep inside me. I wanted to feel him fill every ounce of my being, just as he had the night before.
Alas, it wasn’t to be. This morning wasn’t going to be a repeat of last night.
It couldn’t be.
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“Mmmmm, Antonio,” I purred to myself. Yes, his name would certainly do for me. I suppose I could’ve asked his real name when he contacted me on the dating app, but why? What was the point? There was never going to be anything more between us… shouldn’t we maintain the mystery of our identities and draw our envelopes of invisibility that much deeper into the blackness of the night?
I pulled back from our kiss and stared into Antonio’s lustrous eyes. Not for the first time I wondered how this tall, dark drink of water had found his way into my bed. God, I knew this morning was going to be difficult, but not this difficult. I hadn’t expected these feelings to well back up inside me. The truth was, I wanted to know his real name. I wanted to know everything there was to know about Antonio. He was different from the long line of men who’d come before him. He was kind and sweet, yet still knew how to pleasure a woman in ways that only powerful men can… and pleasure he did. I came so many times while Antonio had his way with me last night I’d lost count. It was why I had to follow my plan to the exact detail this morning.
There could be no other way.
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I slowly lowered myself down on top of Antonio’s lap. I’ve always found being on top of a man to be the best way to let him know just who is in control. When you are under a man you can only moan and encourage… when you are on top, you can command the show… and command Antonio I did.
I could feel Antonio’s massive shaft already bulging through the thin fabric of his boxers. I could sense his desire building in his loins. I knew he wanted me, and I knew once we got started he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, even if he tried. I kept this in the back of my mind as I sank my body lower onto him, enjoying once again the feeling of his large hands engulfing my bare bottom before roving hungrily up my back. His hands gripped me harder and I let out a small gasp. We kissed more deeply. His moans and heavy breathing mixed with my mine as the sounds of our passion filled the air around us. Our bodies moulded together, my sinewy white flesh a stark contrast to his chocolate skin. Our limbs intertwined with one another, a perfect union of two beings. His hands moved down between my thighs, arousing my desire to even greater heights. He cupped my breasts, and I felt my nipples stiffen under his touch, and my body began to defy me.
I knew I was going to give myself to him as I give myself to all my lovers—without holding anything back. That is the part that made everything so difficult.
There was a time I did just that—held things back. There was a time when I couldn’t trust anyone. I’d been burned so many times in relationships that I felt I had to keep a part of me distanced from anyone I met. Oh, and I meet a lot of men in my line of work. I travel the world for my job, and it’s the rare night I don’t have an offer from a perfectly willing suitor eager to buy me dinner with the intent to bed me.
Some nights I take the offer. Others, I don’t. Either way, I always make sure I know my escape plans for the next morning.
“I’m sorry, I have to catch my flight…”
“I’m dreadfully sorry, I simply can’t spend the day with you, the suits in Paris will have my head if I don’t make this next meeting…”
It’s easy.
It’s so easy that once I had my practised routine down I found myself once again able to give myself in a way I needed to in order to experience the sheer joy of being with someone new. I could give myself to any man I was with, and they could give me themselves in return. In the morning, our worlds would separate, never again to reunite.
Antonio was different.
Antonio was not a stranger I met on a jet-setting trip around the world or a tall, handsome businessman who talked me up at a hotel bar. Antonio and I had a history.
He was my first black lover.
I suppose that’s not truly fair. The colour of one’s skin is hardly a means of marking a relationship, or a sexual encounter. Yet, with Antonio, I felt I had to do just that. We’d met many years ago, and I’d spent several nights with him since. Each time was the same. We left each other in the morning, neither one of us able to admit that there could be more between us. I had to qualify him as my perfect lover to separate him from the others if only to keep myself from expressing my true feelings for him. He could’ve been the one man I broke all of my protective rules with… the one man I allowed myself to be vulnerable with again. He could’ve been that person.
Last night, he very nearly was.
That’s why this morning, I couldn’t take any chances.
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My body responded to Antonio the moment he touched me. I grew powerless as I felt his strong, dark hands push inside my flimsy lace panties. It was my own fault. I had worn next to nothing in order to entice him, yet still, I had no intention of allowing him to take control. I had to be the one in control.
I simply had to be.
Oh, I encouraged my wonderful specimen of a boy, and guided him, as I do with all my lovers. After all, even a black god-like being like Antonio is still a clueless male! We need to guide them, don’t we? Yet, Antonio was different. I knew I was guiding him to give me exactly what I needed, at the risk of not being able to maintain my control.
There was no other way.
I took his hands and purposely moved them over my body, leading his long, dark fingers to my stiff nipples, and down, lower, over my belly, then below my waist. I guided his delightful fingers into my soaking wet panties, squeezing my thighs together with all my strength in order to keep his arm pinned between my legs as he slowly began to work his digits inside me.
I nearly came right there, feeling him spreading me open and touching me the way I wanted to be touched… the way I need to be touched.
He stroked me in just the right way and teased my clit in just the right way, his large hands easily manipulating me as I ground my hips in his lap. His fingers worked my clit in tiny circles, driving shivers through my body. His hands moved up and down my legs, caressing the soft skin of my ankles and calves. His lips descended to my bare breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth while at the same time sliding his fingers deep inside me. I gasped, wanting nothing more than for him to replace his fingers with his long, hard cock and fuck me senseless right there on the sofa.
I nearly begged him to climb on top of me and mount me like the steed he had been the night before.
I nearly forgot who was in charge.
Nearly.
I came, hard. I felt every desire I had for Antonio welling up inside of me as I exploded in a fit of pure bliss. My body moved against his of its own accord, my hips shaking, my breasts heaving. I gasped for breath as my orgasm shook me to my very core.
When it was done, I allowed myself a moment to bask in the delightful afterglow. Just a moment, that was all.
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His cock was going to be his weakness. Every man was the same. I slipped from Antonio’s lap and pushed myself off the sofa. I stood before him and slipped my shirt from my body, my naked flesh inches from his face. He kissed my stomach and licked my breasts, my nipples still stinging with desire as he flicked his tongue over my hardened buds. I pulled back and guided him down to the sofa. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, admiring his broad, dark chest that glistened in the early morning light. I dragged my nails down over his rippled stomach, then kissed my way down his torso until my lips descended to his cock. I gripped his shaft, his gorgeous bulge throbbing under my touch. I peeled his boxers down, then lowered my head and took him into my mouth.
From then on, I was in control.
Slowly I licked his massive shaft, letting my tongue trace the rigid outlines of the pulsing veins on his thick black member. I’d been with men as large as Antonio, but none seemed to share the same quality of thickness and hardness as he possessed. There was something about his perfect, black cock that captivated me. I wanted to suck him between my lips and take him as deep down my throat as I could. I wanted to pleasure him endlessly, with not a single thought as to what was going to happen after the morning ended.
So, I did just that.
I held Antonio captive as I sucked him deeply between my lips. His cock bulged and pulsed inside my mouth, a black god that could never be tamed, only contained for short periods of time. I dragged my nails down over his thighs, revelling in the sensation of his body shaking under me, knowing I held such power over him.
I kept him on the edge for so long I lost track of the time. Hours? Days? It didn’t matter. I pleasured him with every sensual stroke of my hand, every flick of my tongue. I gave him everything I had.
I held Antonio under my spell, immobile, his body quivering, practically begging to be released.
Finally, I let him come.
I felt it building up. Deep inside his loins, I felt his explosion begin. I continued to suck on his beautiful cock, letting his massive shaft slide between my lips. Keeping him buried halfway down my throat I began to stroke his shaft. Faster and faster I moved, stroking him in time to my sucking motions. His breath grew heavy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. I kept sucking him. He began to thrust against me, harder and harder until his cock was nearly all the way down my throat. He took hold of my hair and wrapped my long, red mane around his powerful hand, holding my head over his cock.
Then, I felt it.
The sweet release of his come dripping from my lips and sliding between my hands. I pulled back, wanting to watch as he exploded in front of me. I stroked him until not an ounce remained inside him.
After we cuddled, then alas, it was time. It was Antonio’s time to depart… another lover, another magical night, another morning of pure ecstasy as we pleasured each other to exquisite orgasms. Yet, there could be no more.
I so desperately wanted more. I wanted to feel his enormous shaft buried deep inside me once again. I wanted to feel him spreading me open like a spring flower. I wanted him to lift me in his powerful arms and take me… to ravish me… to have his way with me, anyway, he chose.
Yet, I knew, this could not happen. As much as I wanted Antonio, and as much as I knew he wanted me, I couldn’t allow this to happen. I had to maintain control. I had to keep this final moment as I had planned. Should I have chosen to allow anything more to happen, he never would have left. We would have spent the day entwined in my satin sheets until our bodies could handle no more.
I helped him back into his clothes and wordlessly nodded toward the door on the other side of the room. He looked at me, then gave me a soft kiss. He stood, and walked across the room, then departed.
It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do, and the hardest thing I had to ask of him to do for me.
There were so many more men to conquer and to take in ways they could only ever dream of being taken. Antonio could only remain one of many, never the one.