He was SO BIG.

I’m no stranger to a dick as I’ve had my fair share. Black ones, white ones, mexican ones, even an Asian one snuck in there one night. When a man goes bragging on his dick it don’t move me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the point where I would have fucked him in public if he just said the word. The time had come to take the words to actions, and I was more than ready for him. I said fuck it to the formalities and met him at his place with nothing on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to delve into full tartdom and come Vanity 6 style: teddy, garter, thigh highs, heels, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could have been picked up for indecent exposure.

As expected his jaw dropped as he opened the door, and I walked in his place as confident as can be. I whipped my cape around and looked him square in the eye. He was going down.

And then I looked down. The bulge in his pants was so unreal I started laughing. “What’s in there, some socks and t-shirts?” I couldn’t believe he had gone to such lengths to impress me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What? I had to force the lump that appeared in my throat to disappear. That mug was so AWESOME that every orifice on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my common sense was telling me I would never walk or talk again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.


He stroked it and it had the nerve to get bigger.