7 Days Trip to Seattle

Day One

It had taken him nearly two years and a few months to be on the plane he was in. Flying from London to Seattle to finally meet the woman he had been talking to on the internet. First, he did not make much of it, she was a sexy white married woman living far away from him but now that the time had passed and they had gotten close, he realised he had never wanted a white woman more than this particular one. For nearly two years, they had exchanged messages, talked on the phone, given pleasure to each other countless times. For that lengthy time period, he had changed her, transformed her from a respectful American white wife to his own white married whore. This was accomplished all over the computer. Now he was on a plane, flying to meet her in real life.

He had left her little choice. He had simply told her two months in advance, that he was coming to her, allowing her to make the arrangements. Coming at this date, this time and that he was going to stay six days and seven nights. If she could have some free time for him, it would be great and if she could not, that was too bad for him. In any case, he was coming and he was going to be in her city for a week. And now, as the plane was getting ready to land, he was feeling excited, he could even feel a hard on growing with anticipation. Soon he will go through customs, will walk through the open gate and hopefully she will be waiting for him.

He first saw her as he walked through the gates. He was the tallest man to come down from the plane, easy to spot, wearing some causal jeans and a white shirt for the plane. He recognised her immediately in her heels, her stockings or pantyhose, he could not say yet, her very sexy dress. She had made herself even more pretty and sexy than usual and he liked that. He felt his cock growing in his jeans but kept his bag in front of him. He walked towards her and they greeted each other feeling a bit strange. Finally meeting in the flesh after such a long time. Even with her heels, she was shorter than him. She was looking so sexy.

To help settle down a little and get accustomed to each other, he offers you to sit down at one of the airport bar. There he starts chatting with you. Telling you all about the flight, about how good it feels to finally meet you and doing all this. You can feel his eyes devouring you. But talking like this helps, you both feel more relaxed now, it feels as good as on the internet to be with you. His hand moves to your thighs and you don't protest. He smiles as he stands to go and pay for the drinks. On his return to the table, you stand up, he takes you in his arms and in a very possessive manner, French kisses you deeply in the middle of bar. His tongue searches and finds yours for the first time and he kisses you, leaving you breathless and legs nearly shaking. He takes your hands and smiles, his hard on clearly visible in his jeans, asking you where you parked your car.

The elevator to the car park was crowded but still, his hand is rubbing your ass over and over, bending over to whisper in your ear how beautiful you are, nearly asking you if you are wearing panties but deciding to check for himself later. As soon as he is sitting in your car, his hand moves between your legs and pushing your skirt up. He wants to know if you are wearing panties or not and seeing you are not makes him start leaking in his boxer shorts. He is grinning when he tells you to drive to his hotel.

He had chosen something remote, out of the city, cabin like and while you drive, his hand caresses your thighs, his fingers touching your inner thighs, rubbing where the stockings stop, feeling the heat coming from between your legs. By the time you have left the airport, your skirt is already high up and his hand is resting on your mound very naturally, like it belonged there all along. It is only a short while later, as you are trying to concentrate on your driving that you feel him parting your swollen labias and he starts to tease your clit. Your driving becomes so erratic that he tells you to pull over and as soon as the car has stopped, your white pussy is invaded by a black finger and your clit is thumbed. You cum in less than a minute, squirting on your car seat for the first time, leaving you breathless.

All you hear next is the sound of a zipper and you saw him looking at you as he is freeing his cock. Your first big and black cock, coated and covered with precum already. He can see your eyes, they open wide when you see his cock. When you see the size, the thickness for real. It's massive, black, coated with precum and smelling of sex. Never had you seen a cock like this, so big, so black, so thick. Never something so thick and so big had you taken into your pussy before but you know you will surrender to this one like you never did before. He tells you, as you are still catching your breath from the orgasm he just gave you, that your favourite lipstick is available and without another word, grabs your nape and makes you bend over his cock, across the gearstick, and makes you suck on the fattest cock you have ever sucked on, making you take the scent in and the taste of his precum.

While he was in the plane he had decided he was not going to fuck you raw at the airport. He would teach your white pussy with a cock and he knows it will take time to make your cunt take it so untill then he will stain your face and cum in your mouth. He does not let you touch his cock with your hands, he just guides your face, your mouth on his cock holding you by your hair. Making you give him head on the side of the road. He tells you how good your pretty face feels, how he loves your mouth and how he is making it his. His precum is leaking directly on your tongue and despite your best effort, you can barely take half of his black cock in your mouth before choking. You make such a mess of his cock that even his balls get wet with your saliva, your drool.

Never had a cock fucked your face like that and it had to be done by the biggest you ever had. He had wanted that for so long that he couldn't hold it long and as he pushed your head down onto his cock he holds you there and you hear him grunting and cuming in your married white mouth. So much cum. So much cum is filling your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He shoots four, five or maybe six times. His cum so thick, so creamy, the kind that leaves stains on clothes, on white married skin. So much cum. The first cum you had ever tasted since you had been married and you are nearly drowning on it. So much cum, you can't keep it all in, you can't swallow fast enough and no, it spills out, it dribbles out from both corners of your mouth making you look like the nasty, dirty woman he wants you to be.

To be continued...