‘Be Careful What You Wish For’ they say | 2/10

My first and last 9 inch ‘Jayvon’ experience:

January 8th 2020 I told my dominate/soulmate “I’ll cry and scream and sing in the gym till a new Pisces man finds me” …I didn’t end up going to the gym, but instead the gym found me.

January 30th, after my quick crying episode, I accidentally called up a freakin’ fitness personal trainer, while working from home I was. He needed car work done, and I arranged it. His number was on a list of 10 numbers that inquired over the weekend, and my boss put booking them on the ‘to-do list’.

(Being an assistant to a mobile car mechanic, I simply arranged appointments, gave customers estimates, and called in parts at the local auto store, while my boss did the actual traveling, invoice processing, and vehicle repairing after his usual morning run to the auto parts store.)

Mr. fitness trainer with a Honda, started texting me personally thereafter, because he said there was ‘something about my voice on the phone that caught his attention.‘

I said “that makes me smile on a rough day like today, thanks” and his reply was “I’ll make you smile all the time if you give me a chance.”

I only asked him what star sign he was, and he said “Pisces.”

BOOM. My heart lept.

..He lived 45 minutes away, but his GPS address had a Pennsylvania street suggestion result come up first in Google Maps… My soulmate lives in Pennsylvania so this was a God-sent man obviously.

Fast forward to February 10th I’m in Jayvon’s bedroom, on my knees. He stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand softly, and asked me “if I was ready (?) “

(I actually stopped and went over to my purse for a moment. Earlier via text he told me he was BIGGER than 8 inches… this had to be unreal I thought… so prepared I had 1 tablespoon of coconut oil in a zip block baggie. I tend to have a dry mouth being 420 friendly, and this was surely a good natural lube of choice.

Using a throw away compostable spoon, I quickly slid some oil under my tongue and inside my left cheek, like a crazy person, and then crawled back over to the foot of his bed. Now I was ready to impress.)

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A little put off my this, he gestured for me to sit on the bed with him now. I didn’t wish to speak of the “life hack” embarrassed. Irrelevant, as he only wanted to grab at my boobies, and have me touch his boxers.

Time to kick-off “a hookup”(?) I’ve only had two one-night stands before, both my freshman year of college at parties.

(It was hard to see him because he only wanted the light from his wall TV on. All i could see was the shadow of his huge arms and eyes looking at me the whole time. I insisted for more light, but he shushhhhed me.)

In the 2 weeks of texting foreplay prior, I learned he had a fetish for ‘bigger white girls.’ Being half black and incredibly fit, he had a certain ‘type’ that aroused him most.

My only guess is these other ladies were all used to wanting to hide in the dark, but this bothered me because I wanted him to see my pretty face, and curly hair done perfectly just for him to mess up.

I was a little bigger yes, but nothing to hide… I’m what they call a “mid-size plus size“. Not a size 8, but not a size 16. Somewhere in the middle.

In my mind he was only auditioning to be a guest on my “one day” webcam livestream, I made it clear I wanted oral-play ONLY, and that’s it.

Sidenote: I’ve been watching Chaturbate cams since 2018, but the work/stream from home technology investments were still years away

After straddling him, so he could get a couple handfuls of my tits, I began to touch him and evaluate his man package.

Stroking his cock with my hand, I immediately felt he was indeed long, but he wasn’t rock hard yet.

I could already feel the girth of him thou, and he was slender-ish… I felt annoyed immediately as the bar has now been changed by my Italian playmate/soulmate.

He said, ‘Go on- get it going‘, but he must of started to sense my energy of regret, as even putting my face closer to his lap> it wasn’t going to change the thickness of this cock.

He was ‘mehh’ to me, so my lust started to fade immediately. I felt betrayed from expectation instantly.

I start having mental flashbacks of the last blowjob I gave…

[Last November I drove hours to my ex-lover with an underwhelming amount of daily calorie intake. Arranged too last minute, not feeling my best, and too nervous (and broke) to eat: when he knocked the wind of me with his cock> I accidentally upchucked on it.

He forced me to lick it all back up, and he played if off as spit, even thou he must of known he pushed past my limits, right?(!)

Licking up your own ‘not spit’ is an awful experience- let me tell you. It was disgusting, but I had to keep going… I couldn’t stop... we were recording.]

Back to reality- looking at the much skinnier cock in front of me I began to get it wet with my spit (primed with coconut oil this was too easy…)

He immediately grabbed onto my hair as he slid, quite smoothly, inside my mouth.

Gliding his inches further past my tongue, into my throat, this was not challenging whatsoever…

He moved my right hand further down the base of his cock. He demanded I keep my hand there, so that just my mouth was gliding up and down over close to his entire length.

“Grip me tighter, keep it there“- he whispered.

I wasn’t choking… and I was getting disappointed somehow.. what the actual fuck is wrong with me wanting to struggle… why can’t I just be grateful this cock was safe?!? Why did I want to choke??

The oil had made his cock so slick that even getting harder in my mouth, he was still of no difficultly. My eyes watered as my drool kept traveling further down his shaft, but there wasn’t much noise to make..

“That’s it- hold it there“- he said as he pushed my head hard onto his dick.

I got him inside my throat deeper, and I started to gag mildly.

I still wasn’t being ‘pushed’… as soon as I gagged, he let me come back up quickly with just the tip probing at my lips a little bit.

[More flashbacks: Mr. Pennsylvania got a rush when I couldn’t breathe on him, he would grip my hair tighter and push me harder on his thickness when I choked. Where was that energy?

I remember his eyes looking down on me, watching me plead for air with my hands on his thighs… A slap to the face was a rough play punishment he liked giving, if I needed a moment to catch my breath with his greatness]

A sub space like no other, while in the presence of C.J.

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A new voice snaps me back in this moment: “Touch your pussy while you suck this dick“- I half hear as my mind is busy dreaming of the past.

“No.. No…thank you“- I replied as I was losing interest in this blowjob fast..

He hadn’t reached down to slap me at all… like “what the fuck“, I thought. We texted guidelines, and he knew it was allowed, yet there was no roughness, and this now felt boring to me…

**Perhaps I didn’t want him slapping me anyway thou, as that’s not something I let ‘just anybody’ do anyway. He wasn’t deserving of my pain infliction really. That’s a privilege. I just mentally tapped out.

Jayvon isn’t going to compare to my ‘Italian Stallion’ after-all, and I was no longer eager to submit to him… he wasn’t dominant worthy.

I’m sexually troubled, grief of losing C.J has me going mental. I’m no longer feeling this disappointment hook up…I want to go home now, and cry in private. This playdate was over in my mind.

With a condom already in the bed with us, he let go of my hair, and said “Oh, you’re already ready to get some of this inside you??”

His tone of voice was playful, and perked my vagina interest, but I wasn’t smashing somebody who wasn’t webcam co-star material…. *so I quickly had thought*

I reply- “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, I already told you I’m not trying to fuc—-

Cutting me off he said “woah now- you aren’t about to not give me that pussy, COME HERE.”

I let go of his dick and grabbed the bed with both hands, trying to stand up to declare I was leaving, when suddenly he swiftly jumped up, grabbed me under my arms, and threw me down on my back with force.

I felt startled by this, as I forgot he was fitness trainer. My weight was ‘nothing to him’ to toss on his bed… perhaps there is a spark of thrill after all.

Attempting to sit up, he immediately shoved me back down onto his pillow, with his hand on my neck.

“I promise you- you’ve never had it like this before“- he said, as he began to rub my clit thru my thong with his other hand.

“Jayvon please- I’m not prepared for this- I don’t have my vibrat-

He shushes me again, and doesn’t let me finish my sentence as his hand moves up from throat to over my mouth.

Rubbing my clit thru my underwear with more intensity he said “You think you need a what? Stop it. You’ll cum on this long dick- I promise you don’t need no fucking vibrator, Ma”

Letting go of my face- he rests his hand on my hair, while I have 15 seconds it seems to collect my thoughts..

I hadn’t been ‘eagerly fucked’ in a while.. (Pennsylvania had only let me deserve him when I’d been a good girl.. last couple visits was face fucking only> given my lack of personal goal development I’d like to believe)

…yet meanwhile this man sounds so sure… “I don’t need” a vibrator?…

Being in his early 30’s- I have to trust that maybe Jayvon is right(?!?) and maybe I ‘don’t need ‘ a vibrator? Maybe I could just cum like a “normal girl” having “casual sex” like everybody else does on fucking dating apps.

…I start to moan as during this whole thought process, as this man hasn’t stopped touching my underwear while respectfully leaving it on, which was a turn on.

“Come on- let me show you this dick,” -now he’s slapping the head of his cock where he had been rubbing previously…

“Show me that pussy, n get rid of this thong, LETS GO”– he said with a deeper tone.

I could hear his fitness training voice come out stern, as I wonder how many times a day he says “Let’s Go” while getting/seeing exactly what he wanted and asked for.

“I just don’t know“- I sigh

“That’s the problem- you don’t know. You never had this before”– he retort, while pushing my legs back up by my face.

“HEY- wait”- I don’t… I don’t have lube or anything“- I gasp while I can hear the condom getting situated.

He pushes my legs back down, while having my thong slide down in one motion, and pulls me up from the back of my head off my back.

“Spit on me then“- he said darkly, while gripping my hair pulling me forward.

I hesitate- while trying to evolve to a higher species just looking for more light, to find in this shadow of a body in front of me- that was facing away from the TV- I couldn’t see him at all, I could only feel him…

“Spit, or I’ll do it for you. Come on. Let’s go”– again he grunted, getting impatient.

I lean forward, and do as I’m told, hoping to hear some positive reinforcement, as I now realize it’s time to give into my imagination, and pretend I’m getting dicked down by my “one and only”. There was no “leaving,” and I’m perhaps still intrested.

He pushed my legs back up as they were immediately after hearing me spit , but not too far- as he got himself inside of me.

“That’s right” < “Open that pussy for me,” he says louder -over the sound of my breath leaving my body.

I moan as he feels no different than one of my dildos at first, so I close my eyes to try and trust this experience.

He only gives me three or four gentle thrusts, before suddenly pushing my legs hard, towards my face. My feet are suddenly back by his pillows!?

Startled, I cry out a little bit, as I don’t recall this position much.

“You wanted this- you gunna get it now.”

“What??” I question too late- as he rammed up further inside me, pushing his body on top of mine and holding the back of my knees steady.

He took his fitness training 10 to 100 as he began to long stroke the fuck out of me- while gripping my legs hard.

I had never felt dick like this… ever. I could feel the length longer than my sex toys yet still smooth and slender.

I start to make noise beyond what I was, as I lose my mind briefly with the sensation of his long cock gliding up hard inside me.

“Yea? Yea? I fucking told you so, why you gotta fight me“- I hear – as I grip every inch of cock deep inside my pussy.

He was railing me, hard and steady… but hurting the back of my knees with his hands after just a couple minutes.

“Easy on my legs- easy- please,” I trail off- as he shushes me again.

“Say my name- and touch your clit”- he retorts aggressively, completely ignoring my plea.

I refuse this, and clench all my girlie muscles in an attempt to slow him down some instead.

He loosens the grip on my legs, and moans out a bit, but with a condom in between us he continues to slide in and out easily, only now giving me 2/3rds of his length.

“What’s the matter?”, I hear, as I’m trying to get my legs back down as they were, I didn’t want them back behind my head.. it really was hurting my legs with no prior stretching done beforehand, as silly as that sounds.

My legs they were hur— before I finish my sentence I feel him pull me up forward by my arms. I see his shadow move off the bed, as I confused fall up onto my knees. Suddenly I’m being pulled backwards off the bed as well almost- by my hips.

Startled- I feel his cock enter again inside me, but from behind, as I realize what we are doing.

‘Get your face down and arch that back for me“- I hear, as I feel his dick rail harder and deeper inside me fast. I had no time to think.. only obey.

I’m nervous, but grateful to have my legs feel better, so I find my clit with my right hand, while grabbing at his bedsheets with my other hand.

I couldn’t begin to touch myself thou, as after 30 seconds I needed both hands to balance, as he was starting to pick up speed behind me.

It was too much, too fast. He was a fuck machine I didn’t sign up for. His dick was pounding me hard now, and I could feel my pussy being stretched while making queef noises as air was getting in there too now.

We needed lube, overwhelmed I pull away and tumble on my side while saying “stop, please, stop”

“We’re just getting started- what chu mean, stop?”

“I can’t, this is alot for me, and I really do need my vibrator,” I gasp trying to gather my balance and stand up, taking off my thong that was around my knees.

I then quickly make a dash for his bathroom before he could talk to me more. I have clearly changed my mind, and now I was frightened, hearing “Just getting started” echo in my mind.

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After a few moments, I come back to his bedside, as he was stroking himself with his hands. Before I can say anything, he tells me to get on my knees.

“Hope you’re ready to suck this dick some more“- he said dryly, as without hesitation I realize I’m going to have to “make him happy” after changing my mind about hooking up, after what had probably been 7-10 minutes tops.

To any ladies reading this- if you’ve ever put a dick in your mouth and throat- after a Trojan has been on it- you already know it is HORRIBLE. Worse than licking up your own spit up. It’s revolting and taste like ass.

Smells like inside a Firestone auto pit- but way worse.

I lasted only a few minutes before the nasty taste was too much for me, and I had to just use my hands. I begged him to help me jerk his cock with his own hand, and cum on my tits, and that’s basically where this story ends.

I remember having him ask me a few times for a facial opportunity, but that was absolutely non-negotiable. He didn’t deserve my face, or my throat.

It was the longest hand-job of my life given his size and upset over my pussy and mouth “quitting” on him. At some point during he sassy toned said “I’m sorry it was too much for you. Biggest dick you ever had, huh?”

Being honest, and over it: I replied “You’re definitely the longest cock I ever had yea.. but IDK Pennsylvania’s girth is kinda thicker.”

I remember he didn’t like that much… He shushed me and called me ‘fucking crazy.’

For 5 minutes or so after that comment- he quit trying to talk to me, and he had to take-over the job, and tug at himself, by himself. I don’t know how to finish a hand job even if I wanted to, so he eventually busted with his own assistance.

I let him cum on my tits, grateful he was done, and I vanished again to clean up some more in his bathroom.

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He was making his bed when I came back out, with the lights finally on.

He was quite beautiful. Very sexy, and definitely had ‘fitness trainer’ written all over his body. He could have been a soap star thou. He sat down on top of his covers with the TV remote as I reached for my things.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” – he asked in a ‘surprised tone’ that was a lie.

I know a Pisces rhetorical question when I hear one, as there was no eye contact while asking me. He knew I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

He gave me a hug when walking me out, and said “Text me when you make it back home”

I didn’t text him.

The next morning, he texted, and asked me ‘How U feel, U OK?”

I said “Okay, thanks for asking,” and he replied “Let me know when you want some more.” That was it.

^I look at that text once a month or so, as I can’t get myself to delete his text thread in my phone… it’s like I want to remind myself that this really did happen, and I didn’t imagine it. I asked for it.

I’ll probably never hear from Jayvon again, and I don’t want to, but alas: it was only one week after this “hook-up,” that God sent me another new Pisces cock.

His name is Jhalil, and he came over the night of his birthday, March 9th, to give me another ‘co-star webcam audition’ experience to write/think about.

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