Being a 6’3/190 cm black guy, one question I get asked a lot is about my dick size. Or rather, the assumption is that I’m packing. And honestly…I don’t know? My measurements put me on the bigger side of average, but to me it doesn’t seem like it's super big. Perhaps I lack perspective. I live in Japan, and most Japanese women I’ve been with have not hesitated to call me well-endowed, but given that they also bash Japanese men in the same sentence I’m not entirely sure I trust their perspective.

At any rate, my own personal judgment has more or less been - big enough. I’m above average, but not so big to be painful or cause problems, for the most part at least.

So one day a few years ago, I end up engaging with a girl on Twitter who was a self-professed size queen. In her profile she clearly states - don’t even think about engaging with her unless you were at least 17 cm/6.69 in. I gave her my measurements, and inevitably she asked for a picture. Unfortunately the perspective I lack in judging my own size also carries over to pictures. My body and hands are also big, so when taken in context my dick does not seem all that impressive. Or maybe I’m just bad at taking dick pics.

So I send a picture, and she replies with - “It’s a lot smaller than I was expecting.”

…Wow. This is the first, and to date only time anyone has ever referred to any part of my body, much less my cock, with any variation of the word “small.” I honestly didn’t know how to respond to that. I couldn’t even be mad. All my life up to that point all the women I’d been with were like “You’re so big” and here comes one that says “smaller than I expected.” Is this like a gold digger meeting Mark Zuckerburg and being disappointed he wasn't packing Jeff Bezos kind of money? Like…what do you want here? lol

At that point the conversation between us stalled, as I think I didn’t live up to her BBC expectations. However she came back around due to a tweet I made talking about having sex with a girl during a remote work meeting. This was during corona lockdowns, and my work had gone full remote. The girl I had been seeing at the time came over, and we happened to get frisky during one of those participation-only meetings, where I didn’t need to have my mic or camera on. The Size Queen seemed intrigued by this, saying it’d be hot to have sex secretly during a work meeting. I told her I had plenty of participation-only meetings, so if she wanted to have a go at it, she was free to drop by. I guess this gave her the incentive to want to meet up with me.

On one particular meeting-filled day she came down to my place. I went out to meet her at the train station. Aside from my “small” cock picture we hadn’t exchanged any other pics, so I was curious as to whom I be meeting/fucking this day.

I was pleasantly surprised.

She was quite tall for a Japanese girl, and wearing heels which made her stand out from everyone else. She had jet-black hair with blue highlights that fell past her shoulders. She was wearing all-black gothic-lolita fashion, with a frilly blouse and skirt that went past her knees. At this point I knew that she was tall and slender, but I had yet to see what kind of body was hiding under those clothes.

We walked back to my place. She’d arrived about 30 minutes before a work meeting was scheduled to start. She took the time to take a shower beforehand, disappearing into my bathroom and coming out only a few minutes before the meeting was scheduled to start wrapped only in one of my bath towels. Which, incidentally, was almost the same color blue as her hair highlights.

But now out of the goth loli fashion, I could see that while she was tall and slender…she was also thicc in the right places. Cleavage almost bursting out of the towel, and what looked to be nice thighs.. She laid down on my bed still wrapped in the towel, as I made preparations for my work meeting. I connected to the meeting through my phone, putting the audio through my wireless earbuds. I left the left bud out of my ear, but put the right bud in on the off-chance that I might have to respond to a cue during the meeting. I placed the phone on the bed’s headboard, and double/triple/quadruple checked that the microphone was set to off. I quickly got naked and laid beside the Size Queen. Removing my bath towel revealed her very ample breasts, C or D cup, and with some weight to them as they hung off her chest. A sexy soft midsection and nice, thick thighs and hips. Her skin was very pale, a stark contrast to her jet-black hair.

She wasn’t one for kissing, so I wasted no time in taking her magnificent mommy milkers into my mouth. The meeting began in my right ear, as I grabbed both her breasts in my hands and started to lick and suck on her nipples, massage her breasts with my hands, and generally just enjoy myself. Her soft moans went into my left ear as some dull statistics or whatever went into my right.

While licking and sucking on her breasts, with my free hand I would occasionally fondle the one I wasn’t licking, but I also let it roam across her soft, silky-white body. Trace my fingers along her stomach and her inner thighs. Size Queen continued to moan and squirm… My personal creed is that, if possible, when I reach between a woman’s legs for the first time I want her to already be wet. So I took my time letting my fingers explore her body while I continued to lick her breasts, and when I thought perhaps I’d done my job properly enough, I let my hand slide down between her legs. …Soaked. Perfect. I let my fingers slide up and down her wet folds for a little, teasing the entrance with the tip of my finger. Size Queen arched her back in anticipation. But…you can’t be that wet and not expect me to want a taste. …I just love eating pussy. Is it any wonder that I’d become an erotic massage therapist?

I forced myself to separate my tongue from her pert nipples, slid down her body, parted her milky white legs, and buried my face into her moist pussy. Size Queen let out a very loud moan as my tongue made contact with her pussy and ran up to her clit. I looked up her body and over the two mountains on her chest at my phone to double-check that the microphone was still muted. …There was no reason why it wouldn’t be, but if for some reason it turned on, around 30-40 people would now be very cued into Size Queens very loud sex moans as I ate her pussy.

Focusing on her clit, I found the right speed, direction, and pressure to send her over the edge. Her thick thighs tightened around my head, as I grabbed a handful of her ass, kept it up until I felt the orgasm, and then just let my tongue rest on her throbbing pussy as she came down. Feeling her come down, I slowly started licking her clit again, this time slowly inserting one of my fingers inside of her. Cock aside, my hands and fingers are pretty big, so I can reach in pretty deep. I found her spot and gently stroked it with my finger while licking her in the same motion as before, and it didn’t take long for her to cum in my mouth (and on my finger) again. I thought to do it again, but she reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head up and saying “mou irete”, which loosely translates to “fuck me already.” One of my favorite Japanese phrases that they won’t teach you in school lol. I was already rock hard from the joy of hearing her throaty screams of pleasure from cumming, so all I had to do was put on the condom and penetrate her.

One of…no, actually, I think my favorite thing ever, is the look on a woman’s face when my cock goes inside of her that first time. It’s a look of pleasure, of a longing being fulfilled, of finally getting exactly what was needed. Size Queen’s face was excellent. I didn’t take this to mean that I’d passed her size requirements, but that I’d done my job in making her want cock.

Fucking her in missionary was great. She continued to moan as her breasts bounced, my phone only inches away, one stupid button press exposing our debauchery to my workplace. Monotonous work reports in one ear, Size Queen’s squeals of pleasure in the other.

After a while we switched up to doggy. As she got on all fours I put my phone on her back. She let out a “huh?” question sound, and I reminded her that it was the middle of a meeting so I probably should be paying at least some attention to what’s going on in it. …I didn’t really have to, but I knew part of the fun for her was the idea of us doing this during a work meeting. Hell, I was enjoying it immensely myself. At the very least I wanted to visually confirm that the mic was still off.

I can get pretty deep in missionary, but for some reason I think doggy is the position where I get the best penetration angles and depth. I slid my cock inside of her from behind and Size Queen made a sound I hadn’t heard before. It’s like you’re doing and she’s enjoying it, but then your cock finds The Promised Land and everything changes. It’s like - oh, oh, OH, OH, OH…OHHHH! First I take it slow, pulling my cock out deliberately, sliding it back in, letting it find that right amount of depth. Then when I’m sure I know where the spot is I go in, target it aggressively. Size Queen is really screaming, so much so that I pretty much can’t hear the meeting anymore despite having the earbud in my ear. In between moans Size Queen says - “Oh you’re so deep, your cock is so big…”

Now, I’m not gonna lie…when she said this, I actually fist pumped. If there was a football lying around anywhere nearby, I woulda spiked it. If I had a baseball bat, I woulda flipped it. You get the point. I couldn’t help but to remember her telling me that I was “smaller than she expected”, and now my “big” cock was filling her up. I had been going pretty hard, but upon her saying this I slowed down a bit so that she could feel every inch (or centimeter) of me going inside of her, slow down the time between my head penetrating her pussy and then smacking up against the back of her inner wall. Every time I hit it she let out a lust-filled moan, and to be honest, while it felt great, I think my ego was getting the biggest stroke of all.

I was getting close, so I flipped her back to missionary. I wanted to see her face, her bouncing tits as I came. I sat up and adjusted so that I could get another good angle deep inside of her. Not the same as the doggy angle, but hitting deep in a different spot. This was also a good spot, as Size Queen grabbed my arms and squeezed hard, her moans almost like panting now. No longer able to hold it in I thrust in as deep as I could and blew my load. I was wearing a condom, but I wanted her to feel my cock pulsating as deep inside of her as possible. I’m pretty sure she felt it.

…Oh yeah, my work meeting was still going.

We laid around for a bit before she took another shower, got changed back into her goth loli outfit, and left. The meeting ended uneventfully…well, for everyone else that is. I took a moment to ponder the joy of cumming on the clock.

I’d meet up with Size Queen 2-3 more times, but she would end up relocating kind of far away, and I haven’t seen her in a couple of years now. We do remain in contact though, so if she comes back around to my neck of the woods we may be able to meet again.

While personally, I’m still not entirely convinced that I’m super big down there, having her say how big I am while I filled her up with my cock from behind is one of my favorite sex memories.