Vicky opened it, expecting the usual theme, 'Hi Hun, fancy sitting on my face' or 'Babe, look at my throbbing cock, I'm in a hotel in coventry come and suck it!'. But she was pleasantly surprised. The title was, 'black gentleman looking to select a regular couple' and the accompanying mail was equally intriguing, 'Hi Vicky & Paul, I read your profile and verifications with interest and you should make every effort to read mine as you will find I am the next step on your journey. We will exchange information on here and if I think you are ready to be my next cuckold couple then we will meet and meet regularly until further notice. You can ask me questions to work out whether you want this to continue and then if you do then I will interview you for the role. Simon x'.
Vicky read it a few times and was surprised with the confidence, or was it arrogance, of going through a selection process. Surely this wasn't for real? However, the curiosity of checking out his profile was overwhelming and Vicky clicked on the link. The first thing that hit her was the full body photo of a very handsome black male in a pair of shorts, great physique, handsome face, wide smile and the poise of an alpha male. The second was the words in both his profile and his verifications - he was clearly in charge of his meets both physically and mentally but the couples clearly rated him highly. It appears that he lasts about a year to eighteen months with each couple and clearly leaves them wanting more. By this stage Vicky was very keen, she wanted her and Paul selected by Simon and knew her standard meets would not feel the same again.
What question(s) would fascinate him? What would appeal to someone who likes to be in charge? She wanted Paul to come home, she wanted them to think through this together, she wanted this and wanted Paul to make this happen for her. She lay on her bed looking at his profile and picture on her iPad and felt that familiar stirring down below and decided she needed relief. She started to gently rub her hardening nipples and then trace a line down her stomach with her middle finger. She quickly found her goal and small circular motions on her clit started to do the trick - she was surprisingly wet surprisingly quickly but then her imagination was in overdrive. As she closed her eyes she could see his handsome face, imagine his muscular arms wrapping around her and the bulge of his growing cock against her. It felt like he was in the room with her, she could almost feel him touching her as the orgasm built inside her. She was more vigorous now and right on the edge of relief when she heard the door click.......
......... To be continued |
