Me and Mr. Bill!:

Part 1:

I had been chatting electronically with an admirer named Mr. Bill or as his IG name was, Nastyokie69. I met him online on IG several years ago and we became Kik buddies. The photos of his beautiful 8 inch cock always made me so wet and made it impossible for me to keep my hands from venturing in all my sexual spots, especially my drenched little cunt! His nasty photos on IG and his audio and video files that he sent me thru Kik always made me hot and excited. Now, I was finally going to really meet him and that wonderful cock of his!

As I drove towards Bill’s house on the outskirts of Tulsa, my skirt was becoming drenched from my cunt juices as I thought about the upcoming meeting! I was dressed in a short blue jean mini skirt with no panties and a very flimsy tank top that I had cut with scissors to allow my ample 34C tits to barely stay in! On my feet I wore a pair of sexy platform sandals, Bill had a bit of a foot fetish also.

When I pulled into the driveway at his place, he was anxiously awaiting my arrival. He stood much taller than I imagined and was very large and muscular. At 6’5″ tall and 240 lbs, he absolutely dwarfed my small 5′ 1 “, 105 lb, body! The golf pro at 6’1” and 215 lbs was previously my largest lover and he only had a 7 inch cock! Bill was dressed in what must have been his best pair of jeans, a cowboy shirt and cowboy boots. All he needed to complete the outfit as far as I was concerned was a nice pair of spurs to rake my body with!

I slowly climbed out of the car, giving Bill a brief flash of my dripping cunt and letting the cut off tank top ride high on my tits so that all but my large hard nipples were showing. I extended my small hand to him and said “hello, I’m RJ, you must be Bill.” His huge hand engulfed mine and was so strong! With a coy wink of my baby blue eyes, I said, “Why don’t we go inside and get to know each other a little bit better. ” He drawled, “Sounds good to be babe” and led me to the door of his place.

I was shivering with anticipation, it had been quite a while since I had sex with a man on my own terms. I had told him, when I let him know I was coming to meet him, that I would be his personal fuck slave for the weekend and possibly longer! With this in mind, I was ready for anything he might want.

Instead of immediately jumping my bones, he was the perfect Southern gentleman and offered me a glass of wine. He already knew that was my drink of choice from our previous Kik conversations. We sat next to each other on his couch and made small talk about my trip and other such trivial things. I probably sipped, or rather gulped the wine down quite rapidly. He refilled my glass and moved his large hand to my leg and began slowly rubbing from my knee to the edge of my tiny mini skirt. I continued to drink the wine in anticipation of his hand venturing under my skirt. He had to be able to feel the heat from my swollen cunt and smell my sex in the air! However, his hand continued to softly caress my leg and didn’t go where I had hoped it would.

Bill then ran his hand down past my knee to my sandaled feet and began to caress and massage my feet. I was becoming extremely excited and my breath was coming in short gasps. He loosened the straps on the sandals and slipped them from my tiny feet. Then he began massaging and pulling on my toes. He caressed the top of my feet and slowly got off the couch and onto knees on the floor. I leaned back on the couch in sheer ecstasy and began stroking my breasts and pulling on my blood engorged nipples right through the flimsy fabric of my top. He then began sucking on each toe individually. It was like an electrical current had shot through by body from the tip of my toes right through my soaked cunt all the way to the tips of my nipples and I exploded with my first orgasm!

After I calmed down from my first climax, I motioned him back onto the couch. Bill continued to caress my leg right up to the edge of my skirt, he could sense this was driving me crazy. I could not believe he hadn’t ventured farther or ripped the top from my body to get at my tits. It felt as though he was torturing himself as well as me.

Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. After finishing off my second glass of wine and setting it down, I promptly jumped onto his lap straddling him and began passionately kissing him! He said “it’s about time you jumped me you little fuck slut, I don’t know what you’ve been waiting for!”

I could feel his massive cock growing in his jeans! I raised my arms and let the tank top ride up over my breasts. He pulled the flimsy top over my head an I was now naked from the waist up.