Grindr, not for me.....
This story is about what happend over the last month and still goin on. Please be nice to me cause english is not my native language.I would love to here from you, so feel free to email me at: dick4meLR@fn.de
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After a good night's sleep, I woke up around 9am and turned on the radio. I wanted to lie like that for a while, but soon my bladder told me I had to pee. I pissed almost a gallon, went into the kitchen and made myself a coffee. As usual, I picked up the daily newspaper, the radio was playing classical music, it was just the kind of relaxed Sunday morning I love. But I couldn't really concentrate on the newspaper, the "Moroccan" was going round and round in my head. 10am. meant I had to wait another 9 hours. As usual in France, there was a typical Sunday market very close to my house where you can buy everything from food to flowers to mattresses. So I got dressed for an extensive stroll around the market. On the way back, I stopped off at a bistro for a light lunch. Back home, I put my shopping in the fridge and tried my hand at the newspaper again, surprising myself by squinting at my mobile. After 10 minutes I was back on Grindr and had a message from the "Moroccan" "Be ready! I want you to be freshly showered and shaved, wearing shorts and a very tight t-shirt! You have chilled beer and my brand of cigarettes! I have a lot of time today and I hope for you that you are the sow I am looking for!!!"... I will be ready and waiting for you as you wish!'... reading this message made my dick hard and I was hot as a whore in heat. But fuck, I didn't have his type of beer or brand of cigarettes in the house. Luckily there was a supermarket that was open until 6pm on Sundays. An hour later, I had everything in the house. I logged back into Grindr, but I would have been surprised to find a message from HIM. I kept scrolling through the profiles and scattered a few "flames", then the inbox reported. ... "Looking for now?"... I opened the profile and again with no pic, his profile was also very meaningless otherwise. Just age, 35, top, hairy. I was in the mood, but I wavered. ... "What is it now? Do you want to fuck now?"... I answered purely instinctively... "Yes, I want to lick, suck and be fucked!... "Where?" and with the answer came another cock picture. And I didn't have to think long, a long, thick, circumcised, pitch-black dick ... "You're welcome to join me come."... Where do you live?'... I told him the part of town I lived in and that I would send him the street by whatsasp. He gave me his number and I gave him my address. ... "That's not far, I'll be at your place in 30 minutes!"... that left me time to go into the shower and clean the inside. Sorry guys, but I'm not into brown. I put on loose sweatpants and a tight t-shirt and was rolling a joint when the doorbell rang, it's not the joint you're used to, here we roll them with tobacco. In front of me stood a giant, and for he was real slim he seemedd even taller. He was a lot taller than me and i'm 6''3. He was wearing loose baggypants witch showed off half of his butt, a white t-shirt what made him looking even more black. I let him in, closed the front door and led him into the living room. ... "Do you want a drink?"... "Since you're my aperitif before I go to my family for dinner, I'll have a pastis with ice and water."... he winked with one eye. ... "I go with you as you're my aperitif as well." I smirked at him and got the drinks. ... "Do you have a dinner later?" ... "No, but a fuck date with a guy who unfortunately doesn't fuck me. That's your job now."... You are relly the slut you described yourself in your profile!'... That's up to you to find out!'... he was still standing, I pressed the pastis into his hand and left with my drink in my hand into the playroom which was directly off the living room. I looked at him ... "Come on"... he followed me and was really surprised. Okay, I don't live in Paris or Bordeaux, but our town isn't that small and I'm really the only one with a playroom. He was most surprised by the sling ... "What's that?"..." I'm going to lie in there and you're going to fuck me, believe me you will love it!"... "But sit in the chair first so I can lick and suck you." I was about to kneel in front of him when I remembered the rolled joint... "I'll be right back."... went into the kitchen, lit the joint and went back. He was about to undress... "No, let me do it, just sit down."... "Do you smoke pot?"... "Yes, wanna joyn?"... I pushed him into the armchair, after another deep puff, passed the joint and knelt in front of him. I opened his sneakers and took them off together with his socks. He had very long, narrow feet and his toes were no less fascinating. I started to massage them gently and looked up at him. He was sitting there, smoking and drinking with a very relaxed expression on his face. I brought the first foot to his mouth and licked the back of his foot over the soles to his toes. I sucked toe after toe into my mouth and sucked on it. ... "You're the first to lick my feet. That's really cool."... I took care of his feet and toes for almost half an hour, but now I wanted his dick! I had already noticed his bump and that he kept reaching for it. I opened his baggies, pulled down the zipper and pulled his pants all the way down, he lifted his ass a little so that I could take off his baggies completely. His huge dick stood out in his much too big boxers. I also pulled his boxers down and took this black fucker into my mouth. I didn't manage to get the whole dick down his throat. I stood up, went to the sling and hung the headboard further down, he looked at me questioningly. ... "I'm going to lie down in the sling and you can ram your monster deep down my throat before you fuck my cunt!"... I undressed, took the rush and lay down in the sling, before I pulled my head all the way back until my mouthcunt and my thraot were virtually level, I took a few pulls rush. ... "Come on please shove your dick down my throat!"... he was already standing in front of me and inch by inch he forced his black fucker all the way down my willing, open throat... "You white bitches do know how to take a dick!"... I had to gag, but that didn't seem to bother him. He stayed deeply rooted in my throat. I slowly ran out of air and was glad that he started to fuck my mouth. I managed to breathe between two thrusts, but not for long and he increased the speed of his fucking. ... "Fuck, your throat is more open than some cunts!"... he thrust faster and faster and his moans became louder and louder. His dick got even harder than it already was and then he rammed his fucker so hard down my throat that I almost flew out of the sling. He barely held me by the shoulders and pulled me back towards him until his dick was deep in my throat again. With wild screams he unloaded his cum deep down my throat. I had to cough and gag and the goo ran out of my nose. I made him understand that he should pull out. Finally I could breathe again and swallow all the delicious sauce. He let himself fall into the chair, breathing heavily. ... "Wow, that was the hottest mouth fuck I've ever had! I don't normally fuck older men, but you know how to take a dick!"... I slowly sat up in the sling and climbed out. He had finished his glass... "Is there another drink and joint?"... I went back to the kitchen, rolled a joint, filled our glasses and went back. I handed him his drink, lit the joint and inhaled a few puffs before giving him the joint. Getting down on my knees, I started to lick his dick and sack clean. I looked up at him, although it wasn't hot, his body was glistening with sweat and his chest hair was totally wet. After I had licked his sack and dick dry, I knelt down next to him and licked his chest and nipples. He quietly began to moan again. I lifted his arm and buried my head in his armpits. The aroma of his salty sweat only made me more willing to get my cunt staked by his dick. He pulled my head back and handed me the joint I had finished smoking. I knelt between his thighs again and sucked his dick hard again. With one hand I played with my pussy, which I had prepared well with lubricant after showering. I stood up, went to the sling and put it back in the right fucking position before lying down and securing my legs with the slings. ... "Please fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep! Ram your fucker into my willing hole!!!"... He stood up and without warning he impaled me with his hammer. A sharp pain shot through me and I cried out. He immediately wanted to pull out again ... "No! Stay it only hurts at first and love this pain. It will get better. Just stand still for a moment and then you can make me swing and let off steam in my cunt!",,, I pulled rusch in and slowly started to swing in the sling. He soon got the hang of it and started to thrust. I swung back and forth and with every thrust he pushed deeper into my greedy cunt. I enjoyed every thrust and could hardly wait until he flooded my cunt with his sperm. I could tell from his moans that it wouldn't be long now. He pulled me towards him with a jerk, he was inside me up to the hilt and I could feel his hot cream flooding my cunt. I would have liked to feel his cock inside me for hours, but unfortunately he pulled his cock out with a jerk and almost all the cream ran out. Totally exhausted, he let himself fall into the armchair. We drank a coffee together and after he showered he got dressed. ... "Wow, that was a great afternoon, now I can go to dinner with my family with complete peace of mind."... "You're allways wellcum to cum back, just send me a message and i would love to help you relax."...
to be continued...