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Years ago, I was flying by myself to a conference in Kentucky and sat beside a sexy black soldier the whole way there. We chatted during the flight and by the time we landed I was so horny. I could smell the mixture of his cologne and his manly musk, he must have been turned on too because several times during the flight when I glanced down at his lap I saw the shape of an enormous erection in his pants! He was tall and muscular, at least 6'4, and when he was napping and I could really stare at his crouch, i could see that he extended down his thigh inside his pants at least 8 or 9 inches! Just thinking about it made me so wet. I thought I could smell my own musky scent because I had soaked through my panties and the unmistakable smell had drifted from under my skirt and filled the air around our seats! When we exited the plane I was wobbly from being horny for so long, and when he asked me if I would like to meet him for dinner at his hotel, I stammered before saying no because I had an early start the next morning. But as I rode the taxi to my hotel I could not get the thought of what it would have been like to have met him that night for dinner, drinks and then more! As soon as I was in my room I pulled my panties down to masturbate right away. I needed relief so bad! If the Kentucky soldier sees this message, I hope that you will know that I still fantasize about what might have been if I had accepted your offer that night…

I imagine what we do in the room in so many different ways, but my favourite fantasy is that to go out to dinner I put on a sexy red fishnet body stocking to wear underneath a sweater, black miniskirt, and black overcoat. With the sweater and miniskirt you can’t tell that I’m not wearing any underwear. The red body stocking is actually crotchless and so during dinner, as you keep looking at how when I am sitting down, my short miniskirt exposes my thighs almost all the way up to my crotch I swing my legs open wide. When I open my legs the miniskirt pulls up my legs even more, exposing my swollen and wet cunt. You quickly pay for dinner and we go up to your hotel room. You can’t keep your hands off me, and when we are in the elevator you reach between my legs and finger my wet pussy, tasting my juices off your fingers before jamming them inside me again and feeding my slimy secretions into my mouth and forcing me to taste my horny wetness.

We walk into your hotel room and you immediately grab me from behind and spin me so that we are face to face. You kiss me forcefully, our lips mashed together and our tongues probing inside each other's mouths right away. You pin me up against the wall, and your hard muscular body against my softness drives me crazy immediately. The contrast between your hard muscles and my soft flesh excites me, just as contrast of the lightness and darkness of our skin intrigues me. I want to see what we look like in the mirror, and I know that before you leave I want to be in the bathroom showering together, and perhaps fucking against the bathroom sink so that I can watch in the mirror our bodies melding and your dark cock sliding in and out of me.

But first I am stripping your clothing off, one piece at a time, each bit revealing a bit more of your hard masculine body and making me gasp in horny anticipation. I am panting, so excited seeing your body that I can hardly catch my breath. I have to get on my toes to reach up to kiss you, and when I finally pull down your underwear, revealing your hard cock bouncing up in a curve towards your stomach, I drop to my knees and engulf the whole length of your thick shaft in my warm wet mouth. I know that this will excite you, and feel triumph to hear you groan with lust as you slip deep into my throat. I want to know how much you want me. I coat your cock with my saliva, make it dark and shiny as I stroke with both my hands and suck on the head.

When you feel like you are going to cum if I don't stop, you lift me up and carry me to the bed. You have already stripped my sweater and miniskirt off, leaving me just in my crotchless red body stocking, and when you lift me up you immediately slip my exposed cunt down onto your upturned cock, impaling my wet and gaping pussy so that as you walk me over I am bouncing up and down the shaft of your cock with each step.

I love to be fucked in different positions, and you instinctively switch me every 5-10 minutes, your hard cock hitting different places inside me with each switch:
With you on top and my legs spread obscenely wide, my hands grabbing your muscular butt, pulling you in deep with each stroke.
From behind with my face buried in the bed and my ass sticking up for you to pound like a dog, your balls slapping against my clit until I cum.
Riding you like a cowgirl, or squatting on the balls of my feet so I can pump up and down on your beautiful erection.

When I fantasize about you, I try to imagine what your black cock looks like. Is it circumcised, uncircumcised? Is it thick? Thin? Long? Curved? Is it dark or light compared to the rest of you? Is it a single shade of brown or is the head pink or purple? I am dying to know, since I've imagined it in so many ways as I imagined you fucking me on that hotel bed.

Sometimes as I lay face down on my bed, masturbating, my eyes closed, I imagine you fucking me from behind and above. You have fucked me through several orgasms, your cock now thoroughly coated with my cunt juice, slippery and slimy with my secretions. You coat your fingers with the slime oozing out of my cunt and begin fingering my ass (I love my ass being fingered while I am being fucked, by the way...). Eventually you put two and then three fingers inside my asshole as your cock continues to slide in and out of my wet pussy. Without asking for my permission, you pull your cock out and begin slipping slowly into my ass. At first it is just the head, but I begin moaning from sheer excitement and anticipation. By the time your cock slides halfway inside my ass, I am screaming from a mixture of pain and pleasure. I know it sounds as if someone is being murdered, but even though a tiny part of my brain, buried underneath the lust and desire, is wondering if the people in the neighboring rooms will be calling the police to report an assault, I don't care. I don’t want you to stop even if the police come because it feels so good that you are pounding my ass so hard.

I know that I will cum again and again before the morning, and that I won't have slept a minute that night because I would have kept sucking your cock to make you hard again after you have come from fucking every one of my openings again and again as much as you want.