It was a Friday afternoon, and I had been using dating apps for months now. I had tried everything from water sports to foot fetishes, but I was still searching for that one sub who would bring my deepest desires to life. I had finally come across a profile that piqued my interest: a man who openly admitted to having an ebony fetish and expressing his willingness to engage in the most extreme forms of servitude.
I ran through my standard interview process, messaging him repeatedly until he agreed to meet in a discreet location. When I arrived at the pre-arranged spot, I found him already there - a nervous looking black man with a bent head and piercing eyes. Despite the cold weather, he was dressed entirely in black – a black hoodie, leggings, and a mask that only revealed his gleaming ebony eyes.
My cock throbbed in anticipation as I approached him; I couldn't wait to see just how far he was willing to go for me. After exchanging pleasantries, we quickly made our way to my apartment where I led him directly to my bathroom. As I locked the door behind us and turned on the shower, his eyes widened - he obviously knew what was about to happen next.
Slowly but surely, I lowered my pants, revealing my eager cock for him to see. His eyes followed my movements, his breath hitching in excitement. Without another word, I moved towards the showerhead and let out a stream of golden piss – it arched high into the air before splashing down onto the cold tiles. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and began lapping up every drop, his tongue darting out to catch every drop that missed his mouth.
My heart raced as I watched him in awe; there was something so incredibly erotic about seeing another man worshipping my cock like that. Once he had finished drinking up every last drop of my piss, he moved his attention to my ass. He grabbed a handful of my cheeks and spread them wide, exposing my tight hole to him in an almost worshipping manner.
"Now, eat my shit," I commanded, feeling my cock twitch with anticipation. Without hesitation, he moved his masked mouth closer to my asshole and pressed his warm lips against it. I couldn't believe how fast he was moving - he tried to keep up with the pace of my shitting but it was no use. My shit was too lumpy and thick for him to swallow quickly enough.
Despite the initial struggle, I soon found myself moaning loudly in pleasure as he worked his magic on me. His hands were everywhere, gripping my thighs and ass cheeks tightly as he tried his best to consume every last bit of my filth. When we were finally done, both of us covered in sweat and excrement, he pulled off his mask and licked his sticky lips.
"That was fucking amazing," he gasped between breaths. I couldn't help but agree with him; it had been an experience unlike any other I had ever had before. As he moved closer to me once more, his tongue darting out to taste the last remnants of our encounter, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something truly special.
