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Despite you needing to throw up... your little dick is still firming in your pants.

When i got into interracial i didnt mean to humiliate myself, it just feel good to watching as these muscular well endowed guys give attractive women so much pleasure and the fact that they genuinely enjoy it more than with an average guy, it was staggering.

When i got more devoted to seek out more pleasure, i started to running into these "captions" made by guys like myself. It was quite strange but as i read them first, it felt familiar, it hit something in my deeper subconscious. It wasnt guilt or shame, i felt myself happy and calm but also aroused. I spent a few days thinking about but i wasnt able to get a grip on whats wrong with me until i found a picture that solved the mystery for me.

These points are pretty much sums up how i feel. Before got hooked on porn, i pretty much dealt with all of these and even after more sexual experience i never really felt the "oh yeah that was so good for both of us" it was more like i felt a bit guilty because i just got more than i did provide. After porn sessions i got really felt good about myself, the only thing that bothered me that in the perspective of our society its not "masculin" watching porn is a "shame" a virtual "cuckolding". So i got some really hard anxiety from it until i just make peace with the way i am after i found out its not just me, there is so many others and not just men there is a whole movement going on.

I was so glad when i found out that more and more women get into this "lifestyle" with each year and they very much like it. What really makes me happy in it is that the reputation of cuckolding or men dominated by women is becoming more and more acceptable and guess what, it seems women also like it and somewhat crave this power dynamic as well.

After i accepted this and saw that women are can be greatly satisfied by this new sexual hierarchy i started to learn to enjoy the humiliation part of it, like what else do i can offer sexually to a woman if i got any?My dick is average but more on the slimmer side of it, i cant really last more than 1 and a half min and i cant maintain a proper hardness while a girl riding on me, that is everything but a turn on.

The last drop was to me before i did let myself submit to this cultural shift is to seeing as how different a woman could moan while she is filled up decently. That was a dealbreaker for me, now i can fully understand why women may become a bit obsessed by these well endowed men who it seems to be almost always black. I also very much understand why women become increasingly proud to wear clothes and tattoos that show their preference and devotion towards black men. Penis size is just as important as other factors,period.

Imagine your wife or girlfriend’s reaction if you were to tell her what you REALLY wanted.  She might even pretend to mull it over for more than a half a minute.  If she says she doesn’t need that or that you’re all she wants lol well then at least you know she really loves you.  I mean, there’s no doubt she’ll be fucking them by the end of the week, but at least you know she truly loves you while she’s doing it  ;)

XoXo Jenny

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Oh… Thanks for getting my drink Babe! I can’t believe it took so long… The queue at the bar looked super long! …I’m glad you’re back though, as I ran into Marques. 

He’s one of the partners at the medical clinic I work for, so I guess you could say he’s my boss… *laughs* 

…he was just telling me that I’m the best receptionist he’s ever had! Isn’t that sweet of him? 

Anyway hun… We just had the most fascinating conversation. 

There’s no need to be embarrassed babe… but along with his Psychiatry, Marques is also a practicing Hypnotherapist, and… well… we were actually just discussing your significant insecurities with your penis size.

Marques was saying that porn, and in particular ‘interracial porn’, has made white men much more aware of when they don’t measure up, and helped a lot of women realise what they’re missing out on! *giggles* 

He’s dealt with a lot of guys with similar issues to yours …and he thinks he can help you. Isn’t that good news baby? 

Marques says that ‘acceptance’ is the key in dealing with this… Acceptance that you ARE small… and acceptance that you’ll never be able to satisfy me as much as other men…

He said that there’s no point ‘building up’ men with undeveloped and small penises, as that’s never enough to overcome the negative feedback and signals of disappointment they get from their female sexual partners… And it can often just cause internal conflict, and make insecurities like yours even worse!

And we don’t want that, do we baby?

He actually offered to come back with us tonight and give you your first hypnosis session… Isn’t that exciting hun?! He’s being so generous with his time. I really think we should take up his offer.

There really isn’t much to be nervous about! He ran me through the whole protocol… And I’ll be there with you the entire time!

First he’ll get you to remove your pants, including your underwear… then get you comfortable in a chair… He’ll move around behind you, and massage your shoulders while talking you into a state of deep, submissive hypnosis…

Marques says that after about 30 minutes you’ll be mostly paralysed, and in a state of ‘hyper-acceptance’, and complete ‘compliance’… Then he’ll ask me to get completely naked, and kneel in front of you, playing with your cock while he asks me a lot of super sensitive questions about our sex life, my previous lovers, and my personal desires… And I have to answer with 100% honesty… *laughs nervously*

Now, just to warn you hun. You may baulk at this next part, but Marques assures me that its very important to the process, and you’ll be completely ok with it under hypnosis…

He’s going to… umm.. well… he’s going to take out his cock baby… I realise you probably weren’t expecting that… 

His cock is going to be much, much bigger than yours… And I’m going to stroke both of you, to full size… and compare the difference. Then I’m going to blow him baby… and jerk him off onto my tits, so he say’s, you get to see the huge volume of semen a real man produces.

You’ll still be in the chair, hypnotised… but we’ll take a break at that point while I clean up a bit…

Then he’s going to ask you directly if he can put his big cock inside me babe!!

I told him you’d say no… But he assures me that every one of his patients with this particular treatment ALWAYS complies!! Can you believe that baby?! …apparently it’s super important that you watch me being properly satisfied… sexually, and he’s going to ask me a range of tough… possibly brutal questions about how he compares to you… all WHILE he’s fucking me!!

And you’ll be in that chair, paralysed, all night, watching us… 

He told me that if I’m concerned about you at any point… just to look for your erection, as a signal of your approval…

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So what do you think hun? I’m finished my drink, and Marques is ready to go….

Should…. ….should I order the three of us an Uber?

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Does spending 8 plus hours a day fantasizing over, writing about and masturbating to BBC constitute an official addiction?!??

Asking for a friend  ;)

This is a story that I first posted on the site Literotica. Thought I’d put it on my blog as well. let me know what you guys think if you can be bothered to read it all. :)

I always thought that my boyfriend was amazing in bed. He wasn’t the most buff man you’ve ever seen, he was a little white guy only slightly taller than me. His dick was only slightly above average, maybe six and a half inches on a good day, but he always managed to satisfy me and felt like he was filling me up. This is why I was confused when he talked about bringing toys into the bedroom. “I don’t understand, Craig,” I reiterated as he put his coat on. “We don’t need toys. Are you getting bored of me?” He let out a long sigh. “No of course I’m not, Jen. I just,” He made a weird gesture with his hands as if he was literally searching for the right words, “I know that I’m not…big.” Typical man eh? Obsessed with the size of their cocks. “You’re big enough for me.” I said for possibly the fifth time that morning. “I love you and I love sex with you.” He made an odd face, a strange mixture of not believing me and his ego swelling. “Well…” I raised an eyebrow at him. This “well” was all too familiar. “I kind of…already bought one.” “What?” I said with exasperation, my mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief. “Why would you do that before even asking me?” “Because I didn’t expect you to be this unreasonable,” Was his poorly thought out response. “Well, excuse me for being happy with our sex life,” I half shouted at him, piling on pounds of sarcasm. “Just go to work,” The words came out a lot harsher than I meant to, but I didn’t care. I turned my back on him and headed upstairs. After a minute or so I heard the door slam. This was so like him. He assumed he knew what I liked and then got offended when I told him he was wrong. I had been with Craig for a little over five years. To begin with, everything was fantastic, but now he was starting to get weird. I knew that he was watching porn and jacking himself off when I wasn’t around. Sometimes he would do it when I was asleep. Whereas we used to have sex everyday, maybe even twice a day if Craig had taken his vitamins, we only seem to do it every three or four days now because he’s too busy jerking himself off. I started getting ready for my own job now, absent mindedly getting out a uniform. I shoved my shirt on and was busy looking for trousers. After a few minutes of searching, I realised I had my shirt on back to front. My mind was preoccupied. While searching for clothes, all I could think about was the toy Craig said he had bought. I wanted to know what it was. Was it for me or him? Was I making him bored? I knew where it would be. Craig has a “secret” draw at the bottom of his desk. He always says it’s full of rubbish, which it is. But buried underneath all that rubbish is where he hides his secret things. I deliberated for a few minutes, hand teasing the drawer. Could I really go snooping through his stuff? Would I be breaking his trust? Eventually I decided, “To hell with him”. He broke my trust first by buying a sex toy. I yanked the drawer open, still trouser-less and rifled through the assorted crap. I found what I was looking for, predictably, right at the bottom. “Wasn’t expecting that,” I murmured with wide eyes. In the drawer, still in it’s packaging, was a dildo. Not just any dildo, but a large BLACK one. It had “Real Man” plastered all over it and mentioned something about cyber skin, I was too busy staring at it’s girth to read the packaging. It looked amazingly realistic from the deep chocolate head to the brown, veiny shaft and the plump black balls with a suction cup attached to them for “hands free fun”. It looked like it must have been eight inches long and I had never seen a cock as thick as it. There was no way Craig could have expected that monster to fit inside me. My body is quite small, although my boobs are still somehow DDs and my ass has grown a lot in recent years. Sometimes it felt like Craig’s six inches was too much for my pussy and yet, here was a giant black dildo that he wanted to use on me. I noticed that the packaging was slightly open. Craig must have taken it out to see what it was like. Suddenly, I found myself wanting to do the same. For some reason I was nervous as I slid the dildo out of it’s package and held it in my hand. The weight was unreal. It felt like you could use it as a dumbbell if you wanted to. I held it by the suction cup and watched it loll slightly towards my face. I ran a finger teasingly up and down the shaft. I couldn’t really tell how realistic it was. It was very hard, but I could feel lumps of plastic on the inside that were making it stand to attention. The cyber skin made it feel silky and smooth, but not necessarily like a real cock. ‘Maybe I should…try it,’ I thought to myself. The thought of having a cock that size inside me made me shiver. Slowly, still holding the dildo with one hand, I slid the other down into my knickers, past my ginger pubes, and softly stroked my clit. My pussy was soaked. I hadn’t realised how turned on I was staring at this black dildo. I had never thought of sex with a black man. But now, with a black dildo practically in my face, I thought about having a black man mounting me. His dark skin pressed against my pale, freckled body. I threw the dildo on the bed and tore my shirt off. Disposing of my bra and panties, I quickly grabbed some lube I kept in my bedside table and lay on the bed with the dildo in one hand. It looks so good against my tits, which was basically the only part of me without freckles. It reached from my stomach all the way up into my cleavage and was so thick, my boobs would have to have been double the size to get around it. Part of me was curious about why Craig had bought such a big black dildo. The other, louder, hungrier part just wanted it inside me. I lubed it up as quickly as I could. My heart was pounding in my chest, you’d think I was about to take a real black cock with how nervous and excited I felt. I pressed the tip of the dildo against my now sopping wet pussy and pushed slightly. My pussy offered more resistance than I was expecting. This monster was going to stretch me beyond recognition. I spread my legs as wide as I could comfortably get them and pushed again. With a slight squelch the head of the cock entered my body. There was a slight sharp pain which was immediately forgotten by the sudden wave of pleasure. I gasped and gripped the duvet, eyes rolling back in my head. I tried to push the dildo in further, but my pussy just didn’t seem to be able to take it. I softly started fucking myself with the head of the cock, moaning as I felt it wriggle inside me. After a few minutes, I felt like I could try again. I pushed as best I could, the length of the dildo and the slightly awkward angle made it difficult, but I managed to push the cock in another inch of so. My pussy was burning with pleasure. I could already tell this toy was going to make me sore later, but I didn’t care at this point. I wanted to see how much I could take. I continued to push, my pussy giving another inch, then another. I made it halfway down the cock before I had to stop, panting heavily. It felt amazing, even though I hadn’t taken it all. My pussy walls were wrapped so tightly around the toy; I could feel every little movement it made. I started pulling it out and back in, very slowly at first, revelling in the pleasure it was shooting through my body. Each time it was pushed back in, it seemed to make my pussy spread a little more. I started picking up speed, fucking myself with this monster of a dildo. I could feel an orgasm building from deep within me. I had never felt pleasure like this before. I sat up on my free arm so I could look down at the huge shaft penetrating me. The blackness of the dildo against the pinkness of my pussy was too much for me to bear. Dropping back down onto my back I thrust the cock inside me a few more times before letting out the loudest scream I’ve ever produced. I thrust my hips up to meet the dildo as I came, harder than I ever had before. I lay there, breathing hard with the toy now fully inserted into me. I couldn’t believe I had managed to get in all in me. It was touching nerves that no one had ever been close to touching before. Previously, I had thought Craig was able to bring me to orgasm. But based on the earth shattering orgasm this toy had just given me, I was starting to doubt Craig had ever made me cum. I pulled myself up slightly so I was against the headboard and slowly massaged one of my tits as I recovered. I could still feel the monster cock inside me. I felt so wet and full. I had to go again, but this time I wanted to watch myself. There was a half mirror attached to the wardrobe opposite the bed. It was purposely positioned there, sometimes I liked watching myself being fucked by Craig. This time though, I wanted to see what this black dildo looked like as I fucked myself with it. Still against the headboard, I angled myself slightly so I could watch it leave my body before filling me up again. I was hypnotised by the sight of this long black shaft penetrating my body over and over. It didn’t take long for me to feel another explosive orgasm forming. This time, I started rubbing my clit as I watched the black dildo fucking me in the mirror. It was glistening with my juices and lube and I could see large white patches of my cream all over it. My moans were getting louder and louder. My body went into spasms as I pushed my hips up repeatedly, trying to meet the dildo’s thrusts. The noises I was making could no longer be described as moans. They had turned into screams as I desperately fucked myself. My second orgasm was somehow even larger than my first. I pushed the dildo balls deep inside me and a little more for good measure. The sight of this happening in the mirror was just too much. My body continued writhing around the bed for at least ten seconds as I came over my new favourite toy. Eventually, I started to relax, the dildo still embedded inside me. “Holy…fuck…” I heard myself whimper as I became limp on the bed. It took several minutes before I had built up the energy to remove the toy from my pussy. It made a loud squelching sound as I removed it, my juices flowing freely from me, covering the bed. I shuddered from the feeling of being completely loose and as wet as a swimming pool. As I regained my composure I looked the dildo up and down. It could barely be considered black any more. It had so much of my cream on it, it looked half white half black. Somehow, this just made me even hornier. I had never even considered cheating on Craig, but now as I lay their, cum dripping from my pussy, I couldn’t help but wish that it had been a real black cock fucking me. That it had been a big muscular, well hung black god pounding me. I tried to shake the thought from my head as I gingerly got up, like Bambi taking his first steps. I staggered to the bathroom to wash and dry the dildo before placing it back in its packaging in Craig’s “secret” drawer. Every step I took seemed to drain all the energy out of me and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. “Fuck!” I yelled as I looked at the time. I had been masturbating for nearly an hour. I was going to be late for work. ************************** That day at work was one of the most frustrating of my life. I worked in a shop, so was constantly surrounded by people. I was terrified that they would somehow smell how wet I was. The second I had put my panties back on they had become soaked. Every step I took emphasised how loose I was and I found myself noticing every black man that came in. My eyes “accidentally” dropped to their crotch as they walked through the doors and I “accidentally” caught sight of their tight asses as they left again. I was horny all through my shift and was relieved when I was allowed to go home. I didn’t dare have sex with Craig though, even though he seemed up for it for a change. There was no way he would believe me if I told him I was “just really wet”. I was so loose my pussy probably wouldn’t even have been able to wrap around his cock. It took me almost a week before I was comfortable allowing him anywhere near me, partly because of how loose I was, partly because I was right, the toy had made me sore for a few days. Finally, I slept with him again, but I couldn’t enjoy it. His dick just felt so…small. So unsatisfying. It was kind of ironic that the toy he bought and had wanted to use on me was the reason he had stopped satisfying me. I put on a good show though, telling him he had made me cum twice - he had come nowhere near. And all through the act, all I could think of was a particularly sexy black man I had seen at work a few days ago. This didn’t help though. Even if I closed my eyes and thought really hard, there was no way I could convince myself it was a black cock inside me. Weeks went by with us sporadically having sex and nothing changed. I wanted to use the toy again so badly, but knew I couldn’t. He would know. It was too big for him not to notice. Nothing happened outside of my imagination until about a month later when I was at the tills at work. It was quiet, getting on towards the end of my shift. I was the only one on the tills and was trying to sort out a display behind the counter, so had my back to the shop. “Hey cutie,” a customer said as he dumped his shopping at my till. I groaned quietly without meaning to. I was always getting hit on by old men here. My attitude swiftly changed though as I turned and saw a gorgeous black guy looking me up and down. He was over six feet tall, a good five inches taller than me or Craig. He had broad muscular shoulders and the hint of a six pack under his tight shirt. He had short black hair, slightly stuck up at the front and a sweet looking facing. I had seen him before, he was one of the subjects of my ogling over the last month. “H-Hi…” I stammered, feeling myself blush already. It took all my effort not to look down at his bulge. He smiled showing off glowing white teeth, “You’re a pretty little redhead aren’t you?” I smiled back, feeling my cheeks going red as I started scanning through his shopping. “How are you doing today?” “Oh, you know,” I said without commitment, “It’s been quite a long day.” ‘Don’t look at his cock, don’t look at his cock, don’t look at his cock,’ looped in my mind over and over again. My neck was desperately trying to tilt itself down towards his package. “Checking out guys must be tiring.” He said cheekily. I looked up at him with shock. “Wh-what?” “I’ve seen you checking me out,” he said softly as he, unashamedly, looked down at my tits. “Quite a lot over the last few weeks.” “I-I think you must be mistaken.” I said, trying to find my courage. “I have a boyfriend.” For some reason, saying that to him made me sad. My pussy was starting to get wet just talking to this man and here I was, rejecting his advances. “I’m assuming he’s white?” The man said, his voice getting quieter as a few people entered the shop. “Why does that matter?” I said, lowering my voice to match his. I had scanned the last of his things now and was placing them in bags. He had started fiddling with his wallet, his eyes not moving from my tits though. “Tell me when you get off work and I’ll make sure you never date a white man again,” he raised his head to look into my eyes with that cheeky grin on his face. His voice was smooth and seductive. He had done this before. “I…I can’t,” I muttered quietly, “I’m sorry. Just pay and leave. Please.” The man finished punching his number into the card machine. That cheeky grin that was making me wetter by the second didn’t even flicker. “If that’s what you want,” he made sure his hand touched mine as he took his receipt, sending sparks through me. “I come here often though. Let me know if-” He stopped and leaned in a little closer “-WHEN, you change your mind,” and with that, he took his bags and left. I watched his ass wriggle sexily as he left. I had gone light headed. All of my senses were heightened. I had to steady myself against the counter. What was wrong with me? How had I turned into such a slut? I masturbated with a black dildo once. Why was I now obsessed with black man? Why had I considered accepting that stranger’s offer? It took me ten minutes to compose myself after that…event. Even then, I couldn’t get the stranger out of my mind. His broad shoulders, his gorgeous abs, his tight, sexy ass. And that grin…that cheeky fucking grin. Luckily, I only had another hour left on my shift. Then I could get home and and take a nice cold shower. It seems that the stranger had other plans though. ************************** “Hello,” I heard him say happily as soon as I left work. He was leaning against the wall just outside the main doors. “So you’ve finished work then?” “What are you doing?” I asked, slightly scared now. This was bordering on stalkerish. “Well…I just couldn’t get you out of my head.” He said, once again looking at my boobs. “You’re just so…” He smiled, “It doesn’t matter. My name is Mark by the way.” “Jennifer,” I replied, “Jen if you want.” “Can I walk you home, Jen?” He asked, that cheeky grin reappearing just as I remembered it. I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “If you want…my boyfriend will probably be there though,” I lied. Craig would be at work for another few hours. “I’m sure I can handle him.” He replied. I turned for home and started walking, crazy thoughts running through my head. What was happening here? Was he genuinely just trying to get into my pants? Or was it more sinister? Bigger question: why was I considering LETTING him into my pants? I didn’t live very far from work. Only a few minutes. A lot of the journey was in silence, although I could feel Mark’s eyes on my ass when he lagged behind. Eventually, we reached my front door. I tried to go inside immediately, but he grabbed my hand. “Let me ask you something Jenny,” he choose his words carefully and deliberately. I thought about struggling, but his grip was soft and light. He didn’t seem very menacing. “Why have you been checking me out so much?” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to say something, I even opened my mouth as if I was about to, but nothing came out. “Do you like black guys?” “No!” I said, louder than I meant to, as if I was offended. “No…” I repeated quieter and a lot less convincingly. “Ever been with a black man?” He asked, his voice silky. “No,” I said again, my voice lowering even more. Lust was starting to build inside me. Suddenly, without warning, Mark moved in to kiss me. His lips were on mine before I could react and when I was able to, the first thing I did was kiss back. His lips were great. Soft and warm. I quickly found myself, however, and pushed him away. “Wh-What are you doing?” I stammered, pushing him away and forcing my wrist out of his hands. “The neighbours know me…” I finished unlocking the door and pushed it open but Mark grabbed my wrist again before I could get in. Before I could find strength to fight him off, he had pulled my hand onto his crotch. I pulled my hand away and he let me go. But then…I don’t know what happened. He had let me go, I could have walked in and slammed the door. But I didn’t. I found my hand return to his crotch to check what I had just felt. He was fucking HUGE. I ran my hand over the length of his shaft, feeling him through his trousers. He was even bigger than the dildo. “So,” he said with that cheeky smile plastered on his face, “still don’t like black men?” I bit my lip in response as I softly jerked him through his jeans. “Can I come in?” I moved away from his crotch and looked around nervously. I wanted to say no. I was desperate to. I was in a committed relationship with a man I loved. But his cock was so big. And he was so damn sexy. Different to Craig in every way. I had to have him. I couldn’t say anything. I just nodded and turned away. I rushed into the house, leaving the door open for Mark and went into the living room. I heard the door close as I threw my bag down onto the sofa, then I sat next to it with my head in my hands.

“Where’s your boyfriend then.” Mark asked, looking around the living room. “Work.” I replied shortly, not taking my head out of my hands. “I see.” I felt his hands on my wrists again, trying to pull them from my face. I let him. He was knelt down in front of me, his face inches from mine. I didn’t want to look at him, but he tilted my chin up with his hand. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. I was already his by now. There was nothing I could do as he leaned in to kiss me. Except kiss back. Which I did, as if it was the last kiss I’d ever get. He grabbed the back of my head and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He felt so big against me. His large, manly body making me feel weak. One of his hands made it’s way to my tits and I did nothing to stop him. He stopped kissing my lips and moved onto my neck, running his tongue over my pale skin as he massaged my boobs. His second hand slid its way down to my pussy and massaged it softly through my work trousers. I was overwhelmed with lust. I found myself tugging at his shirt which he let me take off with one swift move before returning to my neck. I felt over his rock hard chest with my small, white hands. It was so erotic seeing the contrast. He kicked away his shoes and a few seconds later was back on his feet, whipping off his jeans. He stood in front of my, his cock threatening to rip a hole through his boxers. “Check out what you’ve won.” He said with that cheeky smile that I was starting to hate. That grin just made me submit. He was so cocky, so assured. Somehow he knew he was going to fuck me. He had known since he first smiled at me in the shop. And he was right! He was going to have me. I had already admitted that in my head. My hands were shaking as I reached for his waistband. I slowly pulled his boxers down releasing the largest cock I have ever seen. It was thicker than the toy and an inch longer. My pussy burnt with longing as I saw it loll softly in front of my face. “Fuck…” was all I could manage as I reached out to take the monster in my hand. “You’re huge…” I softly jerked his large cock with my hand. “Bigger than your boyfriend?” He asked. “Try twice the fucking size.” I replied, eyes fixed on the rock hard member, just a few millimetres from my face. “Ask me if you can suck it.” He said, a tone entering his voice I had never heard before. “What?” I asked, taken aback. “Ask to suck my cock. I know you want to.” Craig had never said anything like that. “Can…” I started, but lost my confidence a second later. I took a deep breath as I continued to jerk him. “Can I suck your cock?” “Please.” Mark said pointedly. “Can I suck your cock…please?” Saying this made my pussy even wetter and sent electricity through my body. He was making me submissive. He was degrading me. Why did I love that? As soon as ‘please’ had left my lips, Mark was pushing my head towards his balls. They were large and completely covered my mouth. He held me there, balls against my lips as he reached down to play with my tits. I started kissing and licking his balls, the taste was incredible. I didn’t realise that cocks and balls had different tastes, I figured they’d all taste the same. But Mark’s were sweaty and manly, I swear I could taste testosterone. Craig’s had never tasted anything like that. After a few minutes running my tongue over his balls, his grip loosened and I moved my tongue onto the base of his shaft, the taste just getting better. He smelt fantastic too, so good that I felt myself going light headed again from what was happening to my body. My brain seemed obsessed with making enough juices to fit this cock in me, my pussy was wetter than ever. I started working my way towards the tip of his cock, leaving sparkling saliva trails all over his dick. I popped his head into my mouth and softly sucked him, while one of my hands disappeared down into my knickers. I rubbed my clit as I started to take more of him into my mouth. I had to open my mouth so wide to fit him in, but the feeling of his throbbing cock against my tongue was driving me wild. I felt his hand against the back of my head as he forced his cock further into my throat. I gagged and choked before having to take his cock out of my mouth. Saliva hung between his cock and my mouth. I was disheartened to realise I had only taken an inch or so of him into my throat before needing to breathe. He pulled my head slightly closer to him and started slapping his cock in my face. His cock felt so big as it his my cheek and I felt saliva cover me. Then he started rubbing his cock all over my face. By the time he repositioned himself and forced his cock back down my throat I was covered in saliva. I should have felt embarrassed. Letting a black man abuse my throat, shoving his dick all over my face and yet, I wasn’t. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I needed to get fucked. I needed Mark to fuck me. He continued to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, pushing himself deeper each time while I desperately unbuttoned my shirt. I threw it to one side and wasted no time ripping my bra off. It was so hard concentrating on my clothes while I was being face fucked by a long black shaft, but I managed it. After a minute or so, Mark pulled out of my mouth to allow me to breath. He held his cock an inch away from my mouth and softly stroke it. I felt saliva drip down from my mouth over my tits. He pushed me back onto the sofa so I was slouched down with my legs up in the air. He ripped off my trousers and knickers together and started rubbing his cock against my pussy. “Beg for my cock.” He ordered. “But I-” “Beg for my cock!” He shouted this time, teasing my pussy with his dick’s giant head. “Ahhhh…” I moaned before practically screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock. Please. I need it.” “What about your boyfriend?” He said almost mockingly. “Fuck him!” I shouted back, “I don’t give a fuck. I just want you. I NEED you!” That must have been enough for Mark as he pushed the tip of his cock inside me. I was so wet it slid it with ease, but not wet enough to avoid a slight sharp pain but it lasted for less than half a second before nothing but pleasure remained. I moaned as he slowly slid his cock in further, swiftly penetrating me with half of his massive black dick. My pussy started resisting at that point, but this didn’t bother him. He just started pulling out before rocking himself back in again. “Shit…"I groaned as another inch entered me. “How the fuck are you this big…” “Black men are superior.” He laughed as he fucked me. His strokes were already picking up speed and with every thrust he was getting deeper. I had almost taken him in balls deep when I felt the pressure start to mount. I pulled him in close to me so I could feel my tits against his black chest. I gripped his back tightly with my arms and wrapped my legs around his hips. I screamed myself to orgasm as he relentlessly fucked me. It was feeling the slap of his balls against my ass that sent me over the edge. He had finally gone balls deep in me. I came over his cock, my body thrashing underneath his, my arms going crazy on his back, pulling him in closer, hips smashing into his as I tried to take more of his dick. It was even better than my wildest dream. He didn’t even pause though, even when he felt my pussy clench around his shaft as I came. He just kept pounding away at me, forcing my body into the sofa with every slap. My first orgasm was barely over when the second one started building. I had no time to relax before my body tensed around him again. I moaned with satisfaction as I felt my pussy constrict. This time, it must have been too much for him. He pulled himself out of me and groaned loudly, gripping my shoulders with his hands. Finally, my body started to relax as he panted above me. “Damn, you’re fucking tight.” He groaned, “Your boyfriend needs to learn to fuck you properly.” I shook my head. “I’m not sure he’ll ever fuck me again.” I panted, feeling my juices flow out of me. After a few minutes of him lying of top of me, getting his breath back, he stood up. “Get on all fours. Over the arm,” he ordered. I obliged happily, although my legs were shaking whenever I put weight on them. I lowered myself over the arm of the sofa with my ass in the air, offering myself to him. He wasted no time positioning himself behind me and forcing his cock back inside. How did it still feel this good? He pulled my long ginger hair as he thrust himself inside me repeatedly. His motion was long and deep, but also somehow fast. I moaned loudly, feeling a third orgasm already start to build as he forced my entire body back making me impale myself on his dick. The feeling was intense. It was so much different than sex with Craig. The sheer size of both Mark and his cock make me feel small and submissive. I felt like I was his slut, just something to be used and for some reason that turned me on beyond belief. He had clearly coaxed a number of white women into bed with him. They probably had boyfriends or husbands too, but he was so dominant. So alpha. He let go of my hair and my head dropped into the arm of the sofa. I had my eyes firmly shut and was concentrating on the feeling of his shaft inside me. It felt amazing. I started to cum as I began rocking my hips back onto his cock. He showed no mercy though and, again, continued to fuck me through my orgasm. My screams were so loud, I didn’t even hear a bang coming from outside. However, I heard the scream of, “What the fuck?” as the living room door opened. My head shot up and I saw Craig standing in the doorway, his mouth slightly open, watching me getting railed by a large black man. “Shit!” I exclaimed, trying to push Mark away. “Craig, it’s not-fuck,” Mark hadn’t stopped thrusting and showed no signs of stopping. The pleasure was still amazing, but I was panicking. “Jen, what-” Craig tried to say. “It’s not what it-Get off me!” I yelled, leaning back, trying to push Mark off me. He grabbed my wrist though and I suddenly realised how strong he was. He pinned my arm to my back, then grabbed the other and did the same. He pinned me to the sofa and continued fucking by soaked pussy. “Stop…” I moaned, feeling another orgasm start to build. “Craig, I’m sor-fuck…” I gritted my teeth as the orgasm built. “Your girl…is a great whore.” Mark stammered as he fucked me. “You should have…fucked her…better.” I started to moan louder. I could feel Craig watching us, but I didn’t care. The feeling of Mark’s black cock was just unbearable. I screamed with pleasure as I tightened around his cock for the fourth time, coming hard over his shaft. “Jen…why?” Craig whimpered quietly. I looked up at Craig as I was getting fucked, trying to look sympathetic, but the only look I could find was pity. “I’m sorry.” I moaned as Mark pushed himself balls deep in me and fell onto my back, panting loudly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen…” Suddenly, I noticed something about Craig. “Craig…are you hard?” I half laughed. Craig blushed and quickly covered his crotch. “You like watching your girlfriend fuck a black guy?” Mark asked, laughing. “I’m not surprised. She’s a great black cock slut.” I wanted to tell him to stop calling me that, but the truth was, I loved it. “I-er…” Craig stammered. “Sit down,” Mark ordered, pointing to the chair opposite the sofa. “Sit down and watch how a real man fucks a sexy redhead.” And with that, he started pumping me again. I watched Craig hesitant before heading over to the chair. “You’re…ngh…actually going to watch him-ah…fuck me?” I asked in-between loud moans. Craig nodded bashfully and sat in the chair. “Maybe he’ll learn something.” Mark said as he railed my pussy harder. The situation was just too much for me; my boyfriend watching me fuck a hung black guy. An unbelievable FIFTH orgasm was quickly building. I focused on the feeling of the cock stretching me apart as I watched Craig stealthily pull out his own dick. It looked so small compared to the beast I had inside me. This thought made me cum without warning. I moaned through gritted teeth as somehow, my pussy found more cum to cover Mark’s cock with. Mark didn’t stop fucking me. I started pushing myself back against his hips as best I could as I watched Craig softly start wanking his cock. It actually looked cute in his hand, his little white knob. I was right, there was no way Craig was ever fucking me again. Not with that thing. Craig watched helplessly, furiously beating his meat as Mark relentlessly fucked me to yet another orgasm. “Tell him you love my cock.” Mark said as he thrust. “Tell him you love my BLACK cock.” I looked Craig in the eyes. He looked back expectantly. “I’m sorry, Craig.” I said, “It’s true. I…uh…ah…I love his black cock.” I managed to stammer. “I FUCKING love it.” I reiterated as Mark started groaning above me. “He’s so fucking big. He’s amazing.” I panted as I came again. Mark must have felt me coming because he pushed himself as deep inside me as he could get before stopping, one hand still pinning my arms behind my back, the other squeezing my ass hard, as if he was trying desperately not to cum. He stayed there for a few minutes while my body relaxed. “Get up,” he said, pulling out of me with a slurp. “Suck my cock again. I want him to watch you.” It took me mere seconds to move from my place on the sofa, to kneeling in front of Mark, his gorgeous balls pressed against my mouth again. “Look at how big he is.” I said to Craig as I licked Mark’s balls. Craig’s eyes were wide, looking at my little white face being invaded by Mark’s large black cock and balls. “He is seriously amazing. Best fuck I’ve ever had.” I told Craig as I started to lick up and down his shaft. “I think your girl is black cock only now.” Mark said to Craig. “Damn fucking right.” I agreed as I took Mark’s cock into my mouth and forced it down my throat as far as I could take it. I couldn’t taste his cock any more, the only flavour I could detect was the overpowering taste of my cum and pussy juices. There were large splodges of white all over his dick, my pussy cream, that I happily lapped up as well as I swapped between sucking his massive black cock while jerking it with one hand and licking all over his black shaft, covering it in saliva. Craig was going crazy on his cock. He clearly loved watching his girlfriend take a black cock in her mouth. It made me smile as I sucked, watching a mixture of pleasure and frustration etched on his face. Mark started pushing my head down further onto his cock and I tried my best to go as deep as I could. I was elated to see three quarters of his black dick disappear into my mouth, but quickly had to pull out to gag slightly, spit dripping all over my chin and onto my tits. Mark lifted me up and threw me back onto the sofa. I lay on my back and spread my legs for him, hoping he’d get the message. He did and positioned himself between them before forcing his way back inside. As he fucked my I looked over at Craig. A thought came into my mind making me bite my lip. “Come here.” I said, beckoning him over with a finger. He hesitated slightly, but did what I said. “Cum on me.” I told him. Mark stopped fucking me and looked down at me with shock. “You want him to cum on you?” Mark asked, panting slightly. “I’d rather it was another hung black man.” I said, “But he’ll have to do won’t he.” Mark smiled his cheeky grin as he started fucking me again. “Better do what she says, man.” He said to Craig, “It’s probably gonna be the closest thing to sex you’ll be having with her.” I started to moan loudly as Mark fucked me harder. “Cum for me Craig.” I said, looking up at him as he jerked himself off. “Cum while you watch me fuck a black guy.” I pressed my elbows together, forcing my tits up and out. Craig continued wanking himself above them, his face contort in a weird expression. “Cum on my tits!” I shouted, as I felt myself about to cum. “Cum on me while a black man makes me cum!” I let out a long, loud moan as I came over Mark’s cock. Craig groaned loudly at the sound and shot a few jets of cum over my tits. It was hot and sticky. I smiled as I ran a hand over my boob, Mark still fucking me. “Thank you…” I moaned, “Now sit the fuck down.” Craig sheepishly headed back to his chair and flopped down, breathing heavily. “You call that cum?” Mark laughed, sweat dripping over his face. “I’ll show you what real cum is.” Mark picked up even more speed somehow. It was like he was trying to destroy my body, well, he had already succeeded in doing that. He continued pushing himself down into me over and over as I started to come yet again, I had lost count how many times. The feeling of my pussy pulsing around his cock was too much for him and I felt him slam himself deep inside me. He unleashed a large jet off cum into me, making me squeal with absolutely bliss. It was hot and filled me up. He pumped me a few more times, making the cum spread through my pussy before pulling out and pushing my legs down. He positioned himself over my stomach, one knee on the sofa, one of the floor as he let out another three or four jets of cums. The first couple landed over my tits, making Craig’s cum completely disappear underneath Mark’s reams. The last two hit me square in the face with a splat, mixing with my own saliva as it ran down over my lips. “Holy shit,” I panted, running my hands over my tits and licking the cum off my lips. His cum tasted as good as his cock did. “You are…amazing.” He smiled that cheeky grin, making me feel all warm inside. “You are.” He replied softly as he stood up. I couldn’t move. I just lay there, cum dripping all over my body, as I watched Mark dress himself. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed my arm. He quickly scribbled a number down onto my skin before walking toward the living room door. “Sorry, man,” he said looking back at Craig, “I don’t think your girlfriend is interested in you any more. Jenny,” he continued turning to me, “call me if-” he stopped and his smile widened, “-WHEN you want my cock again. I think you’re a keeper.” All I could do was smile back as he turned and left. The living room door shut and there was a slam as the front door closed. I turned to Craig and realised that we were now alone. There was silence for a few minutes. I kept playing with the cum on my tits nervously, waiting for him to say something. Eventually, he said, “He’s…just using you, you know.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I gingerly pushed myself to my feet, trying, and failing, to stop the cum from dripping over the sofa and floor. “He was the best fuck of my life.” I said flatly, “I don’t give a shit if he’s using me. I will be seeing him again tomorrow. I suggest you either shut up and watch, or take your stuff and get the fuck out.” Craig just sat in his chair, a stunned look on his face. “I’m going to get a shower.” I said, happily as I licked Mark’s cum off my fingers.

The End

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