I’ll admit it. At first, I was very skeptical about this online dating process. I felt I didn’t have convincing pictures of myself and my key asset was tucked away in my pants, hastily hungry for a tight snatch to pound, pound, pound, and make a lucky girl cry and beg for more in the morning.
Shit, where could I find a girl like this? I knew that on the online dating site my buddy signed me up for, there would be no ways to detect the freak behind these girls. They couldn’t but up kinky pictures because the site would ban them, so how would I scour the online dating service for a chick with unbridled sexual appetite who would conclude every frantic fuck with me letting one out in her eyeball?
I said what the fuck, if she can’t please me sexually I’ll just find another girl. You know, play the field for a while and then find a girl who takes more wood than a Louisville Slugger. I want a chick that can wake me up with an early morning brain job, a chick who’s comfortable with taking more meat than a deli.
So, I clicked on Cassie’s profile and saw that she stood out amongst the rest. Strikingly beautiful brunette, big old titties that she probably handed you when you were fucking her from the back in the shower, feeling that water trickle from your pubes onto her perfectly-sculpted ass. Her butt was so tight and soft I just wanted to heap a spray of jizz on it and see her excited reaction.
Her interests were intriguing. She was an avid hiker, and she loved to take trips to the museum and play with her puppie Brody. I liked her love of her friends and people, and this aspect sold me on her. So, when I began conversing regularly with this big-titted smokeshow, everything clicked. She was real appreciative of my humor, and I refrained myself from throwing in a sex joke.
So, I finally mustered the sack to invite her over. When the doorbell rang, I had no idea what to expect. My cockbeat raced like a madman and as I opened the door, those gigantic breasts I saw through a computer screen instantly came to life. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the exotic pink thong was making its presence felt over her ziplock-tight jeans. Holy shit, I said to myself, and then realized I had said it out loud, instigating a chorus of laughter from her.
We talked for about 20 seconds, and I noticed her convo was a little sexual. She brought up how her last outfit was too cum-drenched and she had to take it to the cleaners. She then brought up an experience with her ex-boyfriend, who apparently loved to wake her up by teabagging her and shoving his cock down her throat.
As she kept talking, I kept hardening. All of a sudden, my gigantic cock began to stick out, which definitely extracted a response from her.
“Lookie here,” she noted. I was a little embarrassed, but I could tell Cassie was a free fuck spirit just craving this cock to be shoved into her spine relentlessly. She stuck her hands down my pants, kissing my neck and biting my lips as she went to kiss me. She went right for my balls, carving her nails near my scrotum, an extreme pleasure spot where I love to be treated.
I dripped a little bit from the top, and she started praying with the golden spray, licking it off her nails. “MMM, very flavorful,” she said as she continued tormenting my tall tommy.
I thought to myself, this is a dream come true. For the first time in recent memory, I started doing the moaning. It felt so fucking good, me standing there and her pleasuring a vulnerable, joy-seeking spot.
“Are you sensitive down here?” She asks, and with that she began slowly tonguing my balls and jerking my cock in her face. Slowly, she began slapping herself in the face with it and it wasn’t really hard to tell what the next step was. She got me completely, but-ass naked. She was still clothed, sporting the slutty outfit that had me sold on her from the get-go. This was a cfnm surprise in its purest, most appreciable form.
“Fuck the shit out me!” she said, digging her nails into my balls and ass as my dick kept growing, growing, growing. Jack and the beanstalk style.
