Two months ago, I began corresponding with a man I’d met in an online chatroom. We started e-mailing each other, and at some point he asked me to describe myself.

I’m comfortable with my appearance, so I told him the truth — that I was a woman with curves and that I liked strong men with muscles. I couldn’t tell if he was just shy about describing himself or if he was truly lacking in the areas that usually appeal to me, but my initial impression was that he wasn’t my type. When I pressed him for physical details, he held back.

Nevertheless, I decided to meet him when he suggested we have lunch. When I saw this man, my pussy immediately got wet. He was tall, with beautiful eyes and a smile to match. And what a body! I found myself mentally undressing him, trying to gauge the size of his manhood.

During lunch, I started to tease my bottom lip. He immediately got the message and began watching every sensuous move my tongue made over the prongs of the fork. Over coffee, I teased him by saying that ever since I could remember, I’ve had an oral fixation and that I love to suck on things — big things. He responded that he had a huge cock, and that some women couldn’t even take it all in. I didn’t need to hear anymore. I scooted over to his side of the booth and ran my manicured nails along his thigh, letting my hand inch higher until I found what I wanted. He wasn’t exaggerating. I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around him. I heard his breath catch as I placed my hand atop his bulging shaft.

I gave him a lusty look and asked if he was ready to go. In no time flat we were in his car, heading for his place. When we arrived, we barely made it through the door. I pushed him back against the wall and lifted his shirt, kissing his chest and stomach, then pressing my hard nipples against his bare skin as I went down.

We stumbled to the bedroom and I watched him undress. The sight of his broad chest, muscular thighs, and firm ass made my pussy ache for a close encounter — but first things first. I pushed him back on the bed and wrapped my lips around the bulbous head of his enormous shaft. His moans were music to my ears, and I savored the power I had over him. I struggled to slide my mouth down the thick shaft. He was larger than most guys I’d been with, but I was absolutely determined to give it my best shot.

I sucked slowly at first, flicking my tongue across the tip, then taking the shaft into my mouth until I could feel the head hitting the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up and down his cock, stroking it with my hands in rhythm. When I looked up, his eyes were closed, his head was thrown back, and he was moaning in ecstasy.

As he shot into my mouth, I savored the salty taste of his come. I couldn’t swallow it all and let some flow back onto his still erect cock. I couldn’t wait to have that monster deep in my throat again — I could keep this up as long as he could.

I let his massive cock glide back into my mouth, grabbed his tight ass, and sucked him in. He tilted my head back so he could watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth. He was practically growling as his balls bounced off my chin. When he was ready to come this time, he let me know. I stopped sucking, pulled back, and used my fingers to pinch the head of his cock.

For the better part of an hour, I used my tongue, lips, and hands to entice him to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back at the last minute. When I finally let him climax, there was a sweet explosion that rocked his world.

Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and confessed that he, too, had an oral fixation — he loved eating pussy. But that’s a story for another time. I’m too horny from writing this to continue!