Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 18:13:07 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: encounters/i-lost-count-1

I LOST COUNT 1
by Jorge Alvarez

I go often to Washington DC on business and when I can I go at night to a
place called The Fireplace, on P St., close to Dupont Circle. I usually stay
on a hotel on the same block. For a lover of black cocks, like me, it's
heaven.

Usually the place is packed with hot black studs, especially in the upstairs
room. One night, they had a party for two sports teams from nearby
Baltimore, one of football players, the other of basketball jocks, who were
in town for some reason.

I'm drooling in a corner, the only white guy in the place, staring at all
the bulging muscles and well-hung crotches, when I see a guy smiling at me
from the other side of the bar. I'm usually shy, especially around black
thugs, but this young man seems to be friendly, so I approach him.

He extends me a large, warm hand, and my palm feels small in the grip of his
paw. It sends an electric shock down my spine, right to my twitching
asshole. I feel all limp inside and I almost faint. But he steadies me up
wrapping his strong arm around my waist and pulling me closer. I feel his
other hand, beefy and hot, groping my buttocks.

"Hi! I'm, Darryl. I haven't seen you here before..."

"I'm Jorge. Yeah I don't come as often as I'd like. I live in New York and
I'm here on business..."

"You have a sexy accent. French?"

"Part French, part Brazilian".

"Wow, that's hot! And I see you're married..."

"Yeah, I am. But I like to have some adventures when I'm away from home..."

"Mmmm, you're up for something? How about you take me to your hotel and I
fuck you silly?"

"Gosh, you don't waste time, do you? Yeah, I'd like that. But I see you are
with your buddies here..."

"Oh they don't care, they know I'm hot for a sweet white ass and yours is
really special, you know that, you're getting me real horny, check it
out..."

I'm a little embarassed because everybody around is looking at us and
giggling, I can hear the words "white bitch" and "slutty cunt" flying around
and my head goes dizzy. But I let Darryl stick his big knee between my
buttocks, rubbing it against my hole, and he takes my hands to his crotch.

I almost lose it when I feel the giant meat inside, hard and very, very
thick.

"Oh my god, how big is this thing?"

"You're gonna find out, Frenchie. Just give me a minute, I have to arrange
some stuff with my buddies, wait for me downstairs".

Damn, he's already bossing me around. With his deep, manly voice, this black
studs knows how to reduce a white slut like me to submission... I go to the
bar downstairs and ask for a double shot of vodka to calm my nerves. I want
his cock but it's so huge, how am I gonna take it?

I'm lost in my thoughts when he startles me, hugging me from behind in his
powerful arms. I feel his giant hard dick lodged between my plump buttocks
and go all limp again. He laughs in my ears and says, loud enough for
everyone at the bar to hear: "Frenchie, I'm gonna turn you into a bitch,
hungry for a big black dick".

I blush, staring into my drink, while all the bar cracks up around me.

"Please Darryl, let's go. My hotel is right next door."

"Your cunt can't wait to take my giant cock, huh, slut? Let's go, I'm gonna
show you what an all-american black linebacker's manfucker is all about!"

There's something in his rough, thuggish way that just gets me. I know I'm
running a big risk, probably headed for something I'll regret, but I can't
resist Darryl, his big muscles, the big hands, now all over my ass, the huge
cock and balls bulging in his pants.

The more submissive I play, the more horny he gets, so I just surrender to
his overwhelming masculinity and wipe from my mind all that I am: a husband,
a father, a man. He's already turning me into a slut, even before fucking
me.

We stop at the front desk, where the tall, smiling black concierge waves us
in. "Hi Darryl, what's up bro? Hooking up with our Mr. Alvarez? He's a
preferred costumer here, so you'd better give him a very special treatment,
OK?"

They both crack up, as Darryl leads me to the elevator, groping my buttocks
as Antoine, the concierge, whistles in jest. God, what will become of my
reputation here?

I slide the card into the slot and Darryl kicks the door open, taking me in
his massive arms like a kicking, screaming wive. I'm a not a virgin
buttwise, I lost my cherry as a young boy, but I feel like one, in the arms
of my black fucker.

He frightens me, ripping my clothes off and growling like a beast in heat.
He's out of his pants and shirt in a flash and throws me on the bed, jumping
over me. In the mirrors on the celing and the walls I see his giant body,
all muscle, smooth black skin glistening, dwarfing mine.

The black stud lifts my legs up and dives between my buttocks. He sticks his
shaven head in my crack and shoves a fat tongue inside.

"Good boy, you're already clean and lubed for daddy. This is going to be an
easy fuck. How do you like it, Frenchie, nice or rough?"

I don't have time to answer. He picks rough. Just as I want it. I have a
second to watch his giant cock, the incredibly thick head aiming at my hole,
and then it's gone, buried to the hilt in one mighty thrust.

I don't hear my scream for I pass out, I don't know for how long. When I
recover my senses, Darryl is nailing my ass, pistoning in and out in a
frenzy, fucking me like there's no tomorrow, slapping his hard six-pack
against my thighs, his big hairy balls against my buttcheeks, biting my
calves and feet, twisting my hard nipples, pumping his whole body into mine.

I've never been fucked so deep and hard. I lose control, lose consciousness,
all I know is I'm this overstuffed asshole, this gaping male cunt, a hungry
pussy, full of cock, conquered and possessed by this hunky black stud,
crushed by the linebacker's awesome bulk, fucked by his amazingly large
cock, beyond pain, past my former life, turned into his bitch and loving it.

I cum, shooting my cream on his powerful chest, and I feel my chute
tightening around the massive cylinder. I grab his hard nipples and play
with them, teasing the male. He likes that. He calls me things, bitch and
slut, frenchie, pussy and cunt, and then I feel his cock growing bigger and
harder deep inside me.

The first jet scalds my bowels, it's so hot! He keeps cumming and cumming,
groaning in my ears, trashing over me, and his hips keep pumping me full of
jism, nonstop. He's past his first climax but he's still fucking me, as hard
and even deeper than before. I can't believe it. I've never been fucked like
that. What an appetite!

I'm proud of my cunt, taking so much cock and milking it of its male juice.
I hump forward to meet his thrusts, I want to drain his balls of all its
semen, making him breed me into a new, slutty bitch. I'm wailing and
squealing like a mare in heat, I need my stallion to fuck me like an beast,
turn me inside out, and then he cums again, making me cum with him, I'm
crazy with lust, I can go on like this forever.

Darryl has his big hard cock still embedded deep up my ass. He turns me
around and lifts me in his arms, my buns glued to his sweaty muscles. He
leaves the bed carrying me and walks to the window, telling me to open it.

I'm now bending on the window sill, looking out on P street, where a lot of
men are cruising on the sidewalk two floors below us, in the balmy August
night. Darryl grabs my waist and pumps his cock fast in my battered
fucktunnel, making me moan and shriek.

People look up and cheer us. Soon there's a small crowd watching Darryl plow
my ass, with shouts of "fuck that bitch", "screw the slut", and strangely,
for a shy person, I enjoy enormously giving them a little show, swinging my
hips, wagging my tail, humping back to meet Darryl's furious jabs.

I recognize some familiar faces. They're Darryl's buddies from Baltimore who
were with him at the Fireplace.

"Hey Darryl! What's up bro? How's the bitch doing?"

"Hey bro! Come on up. It's apartment 205. The bitch here can take more black
dick up his cunt!"

Suddenly I'm terrified. I've never been gangbanged. Will it hurt? Will I
die? Can I handle all those black cocks? I close my eyes and try to
concentrate on the wonderful feeling of Darryl's dick fucking away at my
butt, and that helps to calm me down. Then there's a loud knock at the door.
Come on in, Darryl yells, I left the door open. And suddenly the room is
full of bulky black studs, getting out of their clothes, enormous black
cocks already hard rubbing against my naked body, and I feel I'm going to
pass out.

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