A Night in a Hotel

This is a fictional story of an encounter that a married man has after chatting to a black man online about their love of big breasts and masturbation. The internet has a lot to answer for.

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A night in a Hotel

I suppose I had always had a fascination with cocks although I was a happily married man with a satisfying sex life. But here was something very sexy about a big hard cock dripping with precum that made my cock very hard indeed. Does that make me gay? I’m not sure as I don’t fancy guys but I do fancy their cocks.

I heard the knock on the door and my nerves started to rise again. It was too late to turn back now and the least I could do was let my visitor in. Having no idea of what he looked like, other than his description, black, mid 30s and 8”, that he had typed into the chat room as we chatted online earlier, I was nervous to say the least. Being a middle aged, happily married man, I didn’t usually do this sort of thing. But I suppose deep down it was always something that I had fancied experimenting with and since he seemed to like the same things as I did, namely big curvy girls and wanking, I stood and gingerly approached the hotel door. I was dressed in a dressing gown but underneath had hold-up stockings and a pair of my wife’s red panties on. And I hadn’t disclosed this to my visitor beforehand. I cautiously opened the door to see my visitor standing waiting patiently.
“Hi, I’m Peter!” I smiled.
“Lenny!” Said the gorgeous black man, as I stood to one side to allow him access to my hotel bedroom.

Both being nervous we had a beer and chatted about anything and everything but nothing of any consequence. Until eventually I plucked up the courage to move on slightly having noticed that he had seen my stocking clad feet.
“How does this work?” I suddenly asked.
He smiled back and patted my hand gently. “We don’t need to do anything we don’t want to, but why don’t we put the laptop on and look at some pictures?”

I grinned and flicked the switch on the laptop and the screen came into life. Sitting by it I typed in some text and pictures of Maria Moore appeared. Lenny came and sat alongside me and I could feel his clothed body next to mine. The sight of Maria being humped and fucked hard had the right reaction on me and my cock was instantly hard in my panties.
“Does she turn you on?” Lenny asked and looked at me, his dark brooding eyes catching mine as I felt him slide a hand inside my gown and onto my thigh feeling the nylon material.
“Yes!” I replied nervously and felt a tremble of excitement run down my spine
“Why don’t we do something about it then?” He smiled. “And remember we can stop at any time either of us wants to!” He added.

He reached over and I could smell his cologne as he typed something into the laptop and a movie started featuring Milena Velba, a favourite of mine. I could hear noises from the film and glanced up to see Lenny’s face next to mine. Moments later our lips were locked in a deep passionate kiss and I felt his hands roam over my naked body inside the gown as I felt the belt loosen. I eased his T shirt over his head to expose his muscular brown skinned chest and quickly grabbed his belt trying to get to the eight inch monster he told me that he had.

I glanced briefly at the screen to see the voluptuous Miss Velba in a compromising position with her massive fleshy breasts wrapped around a hard cock.