Last night was a night out with a group of the summer intern..
🕑 Added 2022-06-25 22:56:11 +0000 UTC
Last night was a night out with a group of the summer interns at my company. It ended up not being a terribly late night though, because the festivities began right around 4:00. We started off with cocktails at the Drawing Room on Michigan and ended up racking up an impressive dinner bill at the Ocean Prime on Whacker. If you happen to have the means and opportunity to eat in their private dining room, I strongly recommend it.
My only other recommendation stemming from last night would be this - if you’re ever going to fully relinquish your anal virginity (creampie and all), make absolutely certain ahead of time that the lucky male has the empathy and patience needed for what I affectionately refer to as “the preliminary adjustment peri0d.” And that goes doubly for when the offending penis is of the African-American persuasion. Let me tell you, the dividends are sooooooooo worth the investment.
It all started with a conversation on my end of the table about anal sex being the absolute dumbest thing ever. I was literally one nano-second away from agreeing wholeheartedly when one of the interns (we’ll call him “Thomas” today) casually chimed in with the following opinion: “Listen, if you all not havin’ good anal, that’s on yo man. The women blowin’ up my phone the most are almost always the ones I’ve done backdoor.” (as an aside, I do love when a well educated black stud gets a little ghetto after a drink or two)
Naturally, the scintillating dinner conversation gave way to the following text message: “I’m going to excuse myself in a minute and blame it on my husband not feeling well.” (which was actually the truth – Scott missed three days of work this past week!) “My car has a massive back seat that would be perfect for continuing this particular conversation 😉”
I’m fairly certain that my text hadn’t caught Thomas too off-guard. We’d been casually flirting with one another for about a week and half now, and the Old Fashioned that I nervously guzzled at the Drawing Room only exacerbated the flirting from my end.
Thomas excused himself from the group about 10 minutes later. By then, I’d already made my way to the parking garage to ready the backseat for my full-deflowering. I also needed to make absolutely certain that I had a lubricant worthy of my new black friend. I’m sure that you can undoubtedly imagine my relief at finally finding the small tube of astroglide at the bottom purse after foraging for what seemed like 5 minutes. Although I’m fairly confident that the two of us could have come up with a very solid Plan B if it’d been necessary LOL.
The next thing I knew, I was literally giggling like a school girI with my bare ass perched high in the second row of my Lexus SUV as Thomas reached his sexy long arm into the front seat to drape my wet little panties from the rearview. And I have to admit, the b0y was 110% right. His approach to entry was calm and gentle – which is impressive, given the length and girth at issue. And when he finally reached “ball-depth,” he held his impressive manhood in place for a full minute or so. That 60 seconds turned out to be critical because it allowed me to get back into the mindset of actually wanting to have my pretty little ass fucked by a man. And without even realizing it, I was the one that actually began the fucking – by slowly rocking my hips back and forth on his enormous cock. But it didn’t take long for me to pick up speed - Until finally - my fat ass was literally bouncing off of his firm abs. I imagine that I must have looked pretty desperate for his nut from his perspective at that point, but I’ve obviously never been one to shy away from looking shameless to a man. In any event, it was less than ten minutes before my “ass bouncing” had BOTH of us summing like fucking animaIs. Which sounds like a short amount of time, but it was absolutely PERFECT. In fact, I’ve never felt like such a whore in my life (in a good way, of course) – and that’s saying something, considering the source.
Needless to say, my pretty little pink sphincter is in definite need of a recovery day. And what better self-care could there be for a tender little hotwife’s asshole than here sweet husband’s tongue.
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