It was much heavier than I expected. The easy way he had held it aloft and over his shoulder for the past 6hrs was deceptive. I suppose I should have realized how much stronger than me he was. It was nearly 4am by the time he sat down, yet I felt anything but tired: quite the opposite in fact. In that moment, as I took that big gold and black championship belt from him, it was almost like I had relieved him of a burden, though he had shown no sign of it till then. Now he suddenly looked exhausted, like he might drift off to sleep at any second, but only for that brief moment.

I hesitated, thinking I should let him sleep or offer a rain check. He sipped his drink; he had topped the glass full, no ice this time. He drank slowly, not gulping but easing the liquid down. The glass was half empty when he set it next to him and gave me an easy smile. I was standing over him, belt in both hands, and still in my spikes heels. I felt like i finally was towering over him a moment, like I had a little control in that moment. I smiled back, flipped the belt over my shoulder and took a dainty practiced step up onto the coffee table.

The table was large and square, like 8'x8' and stood only a foot or so high on large 4x4 legs. It looked heavy and felt sturdy enough as I stood on it. Deftly I cleared off a pile of magazines with my foot, kicking them to the floor, in a slow dancers motion, leg extended, toe pointing. My back was to him and I glanced back to make sure his eyes were on me. It was at that moment I realized that there was once again a steady steam of wetness dripping from my pussy, down my inner thighs and was staring to collect in the insoles of my heels. My legs must have been glistening by then and standing on the table, him seated leaning back, he was clearly looking straight up my dress at my ample ass and my red g-string that would have been stained dark with my juices by then.

I turned expertly on my toes to face him. The belt was heavy on my right shoulder, but I dared not set it down. With my left hand I slide of the right strap of my dress from under the belt and down my shoulder. Then carefully raised my right hand to slip off the left. I was watching him intently as I moved. For a few moments he seemed frozen, mesmerized, all his attention on me. He was beautiful, leaned back on the black couch, relaxed, the robe was barely tied at the waist and I could count and distinctly see the outline of each of his abdominal muscles. His legs were man spread apart, and the robe was bare covering his upper thighs, and just barely covering his crotch, I could see the top wisps of his kinky public hair running from his belly button down.

The lighting was odd in the apartment. Large industrial fluorescents hung from the beams over the gym area and then kitchen, but here in the middle was dark and shadowed. As I started to reach for my strap, he had fumbled around a moment with his left hand, drink still in his right, and picked up what looked like a remote. He pressed a button, and the fluorescents dimmed slowly. He pressed another button and music started to play from some hidden system. I wasn't loud, but slow and smooth jazz. I was just slipping off the second strap as the music started. I began to sway slowly with the flow and the beat, and my little black dress slid down my lithe body and onto the table. As it did I turned my back to him, letting him get a full proper view of my behind. I lifted the belt in both hands and held it to my chest. Slowly I started to twirl, while moving my hips. I tried my best to keep my eyes on him as I turned. First glancing over my shoulder, then looking his eyes full on, and then back over my shoulder as I turned and swayed.

This was only 2002, twerking was still a new thing, but I had been learning how at the club, and now was putting that skill to full use. Hips undulating, cheeks shaking, letting him get a full show of all I had to offer. He hit another button on his remote and a spotlight came on overhead, lighting me up, but putting him into a deeper shadow. He set the remote down. Took another stiff pull on his drink, and the put his arm up, hands behind his head, and fully relaxed back into his seat. As he did the belt of his robe slipped open, and it fell from off his legs, exposing him completely.

The music picked up to a dance hall beat, with heavy bass, but he lowered the volume as it came on. For a few moments I was lost in my dance. Using the belt like a fan dancer i slowly twirled and twerked to the beat, once in a while letting him get a peek of a boob, or a good long view of my soaking wet cunt, that by then had completely swallowed the g-string, and I knew my meaty lips where hanging out. As I turned once more to face him, I found my gaze drawn down, away from those dark perfect eyes, and towards his now open robe. Looking down his perfect chisled abs, passed his belly button, and the deep V of his pubic area. And that's when I saw it for the first time.

It startled me. I had seen a few large dicks before, had even been with a black man once before, but nothing prepared me for what was dangling between his legs. He was leaned back, all the way against the couch, and his cock lay between his legs like a snake, it was dangling over the edge. I caught my breath, and almost stumbled, but caught myself. I turn my back again, giving him a few low dips, and a nice low squat while i started to shake my cheeks. The whole time telling myself I must have been seeing things. As I lifted up and turned again though I started to realize how wrong that thought was.

It was starting to stand at attention now. His legs were fully spread now, his eyes on mine, knowing I was looking now, his hands still behind his head. He gave me a sly smile, and the monster began to stiffen further. It looked almost cartoonish. My last boyfriend had been a long 10in, not super thick, but the longest I had seen till then. J was at least 14 at full extension, and so thick at the base it looked my arm between his legs. The head was a deep dark color, and his foreskin was still shrouding most of it. I had never seen an unclipped man before, other than pictures, and that intrigued me the most. It reminded me for a moment of a baby elephants trunk, I wanted very much to see more, and yet at the same time I was terrified of that massive weapon.

I dance a little more seductively, my eyes transfixed on his growing member. The head was starting to poke out from the foreskin, it was a deep purple color, and looked wet and shiny, with a deep dark brown hood, and a lighter mocha brown shaft. It wasn't just long, but it was thick. It looked like it was at least two inches or more in diameter and well over a foot in length. I was struggling to understand how he walked around with that thing in his pants, let alone out ran me every morning, or brutally beat another man half to death in a ring only a few hours earlier.

I lowered the belt to my waist. Thoughts racing through my head. I wanted to see it closer. I want to touch it. Taste it. Try to figure out if I could somehow fit it. I was intrigued and a bit scared. His eyes were all over my fully exposed tits, and he took the corners of his robe and spread them apart, to make sure I got a full view of his entire naked body. I stepped toward him, to the edge of the table, dancing slowly letting him watch my tits bounce. I stepped down, between his legs, now within arms reach of him. His cock got somehow stiffer as I approached and started moving and dancing on it own point up and then toward his toned belly, and back up. I wanted to drop the belt and grab it, but instead I slowly twirled around, and started to sway and twerk my ass just inches away from his giant meatstick.

My pussy was aching and hungry, and my legs and thighs were soaking in my juices, my feet were literally wet and squishy. I was looking back at him, over my shoulder, eyeing his cock, and I said.

"Belt me up, I want to wear it!"

And I backed up just a little more, holding the ends of the belt back behind me, until I could just feel the heat of him getting near my ass. Fully standing, and in my 6in Spike Heels, him seated his cockhead was nearly resting in the small of my back. The sheer physics of it seemed impossible. He shifted his weight forward and his big meaty tool rubbed up against my cheeks. He took the belt from me, and tugged me back a bit, so that my cheeks came to rest fully against him. His skin had been warm, but his cock felt positively hot, almost feverish against my ass crack, as he did up the belt I teasingly wiggle my cheeks against his shaft, letting the part against him, and then gently rubbing up and down just a bit. Teasingly.

He finished pulling the belt tight, to its smallest cinch, it was still much to big for me, but rode down on my amble ass and sat there. He was still holding me against him, by the belt as I started to try to pull way. For a moment he wouldn't let go, and seemed to be shift himself, trying to get to my wetness. I wanted to tilt my hips and let him, but I was truly terrified to try. Instead I said coyly

"No. No. No. I'm a good girl, remember"

He let me go, and i stepped away quickly and back up onto the table. I leaned forward seductively, pushing my ass back, as I had been wanting to do a moment earlier against him, and slide my soaking wet g-string down my long legs, letting them drop to the floor, and then with a trick i had learned a few weeks earlier from a stripper friend, flicked them onto his face with my heel. And then stepped my legs wide apart, and leaned all the way over to touch my toes, giving him a full view of my sloppy wet hairy cunt. He let out a satisfying grunt as i did so, and I lift again and now full nude, other than his Championship belt, began to dance and twerk for him, losing myself in the moment, enjoying being the center of attention. It was intoxicating, electrifying, my clit was swollen and distended, my hungry cunt dripping wet, and hanging wide open as got on my hands and knees and gave him a full on twerk show, my heels hanging off the edge of the table.

I was trying to watch him over my shoulder the whole time. His eyes were transfixed on my ass, and I all my practice at learning to twerk was definitely keeping his attention. He lifted his drink and leaned forward. He must have been a little drunk by then because he telegraphed his move to grab my ass. I spun round on my knees, it burned a little but I didn't mind. Instead of getting my ass his hand found my tit, and I paused a moment and allowed him to fondle my nipple. His fingers move expertly, cupping my breast, squeezing my nipple. I let him enjoy for a moment, before leaning forward of the table, and planting my hands on his knees. His hand reached for my ass, and he caught me good this time, his strong arm pulling me towards his massive swollen member. I was eye to eye with it as he tried to use his fingers to leverage me closer.

I could feel them curling around the top of my cheek, straining to find their way to my eternal wetness. My pussy was sloppy sopping wet, and there was definitely a drip going from my hole to the table. I leaned further toward him, along his fingers to fully grip my cheek, squeezing, it was sending delightful thrills all up and down my spin and causing my whole body to shiver a little uncontrollably. I kept moving forward, and stepped down off the table, pushing his arms aside.

I stood over him a moment, letting him drink me in with his eyes, my hands still on his knees I was already leaning towards his thick pipe. I slide my hands toward it, my eyes were locked on the head. That enormous purple apple wrapped in a beautiful hood. The was clear fluid leaking already from his pee hole, and I brought on an urge I could no longer resist. I took in both hands, at first on next to the other, I could barely hand him. His dick had weight to it, like I had never quite felt before. It was more than 2 inches across and as I worked his shaft with my hands, I stood leaning over him, studying his dick, trying to imagine how I might put it in my mouth.

But my mouth was watering, and I was eager to try, so finally I started by kissing the head, while still working his massive shaft with both hands in long twisting strokes, He cock was smooth and soft had a natural oil to it that made my hand glide along it. His cock hole was leaking plenty more, and the drool now dripping from my hungry mouth, was all making it easier and easer to work him from balls to tip with my hands, as I began kissing and licking and slurping at the very tip and hole. As I worked him his foreskin began to magically retract, revealing the full beautiful purple head of his huge dick.

As I began to try to suck him, he relaxed and set his drink back down. Leaning back he spread his knees fully apart, and leaned back, letting me go to work. I kept try to suck further and further around the head, trying to work the whole thing into my mouth. I had to let my jaw fully relax, and fit one cheek first, then the other, but after a few minutes there was a magic "pop" and that whole delicious head was in my mouth. He tasted salty, but his precum tasted sweet, and I began working his shaft in one hand, while the other began to cradle and work his balls. They were also heavy and plump, bigger than golf balls.

He began to groan, and his hands were now beginning to explore my body again. Running over my neck, and back, and to my tits, squeezing my nipples, cupping my breasts. Its driving me crazy. I want to mount him. But my body is physically terrified. Just fitting him in my mouth was an incredible challenge, and I knew my pussy was just too tight to take him easily, if at all.

He was groaning louder now, and his hips started to undulate, pushing his delicious sweet meaty head to the back of my throat. I switched my grip on his shaft back to both hands, let my drool fully drain from my mouth and oil his shaft, and began working his big cock in fast, twisting motions while trying my best to let him into my throat. He buckled suddenly, thrusting himself inward, it hurt as his humongous rod stretched my gullet. But I knew what was coming next, and braced myself.

He began cumming hard. Deep, intense contractions going all through his massive root. I couldn't breath. I couldn't swallow. His cum was drowning me. But I held on for dear life, trying lot do lose a drop of that hot sweet liquid. It was filling my belly, forcing my own body to contracted and spasm as I choked down each delicious spasm and contraction of his monster cock. He let out a deep grunt, followed my a low, satisfying moan, and shot on final mass load all over my face as I was pulling away. It was hot, and sticky, and covered me from forehead to chin.

His massive black snake began to shrink. I was almost sad to see it go, but enjoyed watching it shrink down to what looked like a more manageable size. It was the first time I truly understood what boys meant by a shower vs a grower. And J was definitely a grower. That said he was still a solid 7 flaccid. As he was cumming I knew I needed to get out of there before letting anything else happen. He slumped back into the couch, eyes closed, body still quivering once in a while. I lick up the leftovers he had painted on my face, using my finger to pull of the massive gobs, and suck them down hungrily. I slid his belt down over my hips, it didn't take much as it bare sat on me to begin with. I set it down carefully on his lap, and gathered up my dress. He was still slumped, eyes closed, smile on his face.

By then it was past 5am. The sun was coming up, and the color of the sky through the skylights was an amazing purple and amber color. I remember looking at it as I tried to tiptoe my way to the elevator, through the weight machines. I was still naked, just in heels, my dress in my hand as I entered the elevator and hit the button for my floor. As it started to move I pulled my dress back over my head and hoped none of my neighbors was awake yet. Luckily the hallway on 5 was empty and I took 3 quick steps to my door and was home.

I spent the next hour lying naked on a bean bag chair, furiously playing with my pussy and my clit. I was happy to have gotten out of there, but part of me was desperate to find out what it would have felt like to ride him. There was a dull throbbing ache deep in my cunt, all the way near the bottom, that was in dire need of being massaged again. I passed out on bean bag, sun coming up, still naked, still in my spike heels, and slept through most of the day.


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