In Mistress Daphne Went Prowling for BBC, I finished telling my tale of trying out different dicks with my hands this way:
“I feel like I was dancing with one man, my hand grasping his dick through his pants and then I was swirled around into another man’s arms… and his dick was in my hands (still inside his pants, of course!).”
Finding the RIGHT BBC
After what felt like touching every BBC in the place, I settled on this one man, slightly older (in his 50’s) and squished up against him, I could feel his wonderful chest, but he still had a bit of a paunch in his belly, something I really enjoy. He was also one who had a bit of hair on him (that I felt when I slipped my hand through the buttons of his shirt), also pretty rare. I deemed him Mr. Right (for that evening).
We danced a few more songs. He bought me some virgin drinks (I rarely drink) and we talked (shouted!) about the mundane stuff… where we live, do we have pets… all that. I got tired of waiting, so leaned over and loudly whispered, “Can I suck your cock?”
His eyes bugged out at me and a slow smile grew on his face. He nodded a little and then a lot and asked, “Where?” I suggested his car and he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club so fast I could hear the wind in my ears!
Back to High School
When we got to the car, he opened the front passenger door and I laughed, grabbing the back door’s latch and opened it. He said, “You mean, in HERE? Don’t you want to go somewhere a little more private? Where we can go slow?”
I climbed into the, blessedly, large car and I imagine he shrugged while I crawled in. He shut the door after me and went around to the other side, leaning in to turn on the A/C (it was bloody hot & humid!) then folding his very tall self onto the backseat which, he told me, he had never sat on. I said it was high time to initiate it.
I pushed his chest back and pulled his butt down some, began undoing his pants. He started to unbutton his shirt and I asked what he was doing? He said, “Helping?” I laughed and said besides not needing any help, we would not be so long as to need his shirt off.
Giving that BBC Head
You have to imagine the details of that delicious 9+ inch piece of black cock and how it slid in and out between my lips, my edging him several times before accepting his luscious load in my mouth.
I will tell you, though, that I laughed a LOT with him. I would stop sucking to laugh loudly about how absurd the situation was. How I felt like a teenager again; he said he did, too, laughing with me. Here I was, near 50… he in his 50’s… and we were feeling like teens again. Wasn’t that worthy of a great deal of mirth between us!?
Sometimes impromptu sex can be the best sex.