I met Jamal at the bar downtown, and from the second he walked over with that confident grin, I knew I was getting fucked by a black man that night. He was tall, broad-shouldered, skin like dark chocolate, and when he leaned in close the scent of his cologne mixed with something raw and masculine hit me hard. We skipped the small talk after the first drink. He said straight up, "You want this big black dick tonight?" and I nodded like a slut who hadn't been properly used in months.
We barely made it to his apartment before clothes started hitting the floor. Jamal pushed me against the door and shoved his tongue down my throat while his hands grabbed my ass hard. "Strip," he ordered, and I peeled everything off fast. My pussy was already dripping when he dropped his pants. That cock sprang out thick, veined, and at least ten inches long, heavy and dark with a fat head already leaking precum. I dropped to my knees without being told.
I wrapped both hands around it and still couldn't cover the whole length. My mouth stretched wide as I sucked the head, tasting salt and that musky black male scent that made my cunt clench. Jamal groaned low and grabbed my hair, pushing deeper until the tip hit the back of my throat. "That's it, take that black dick," he growled, fucking my face in steady thrusts. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits while I gagged and slurped, trying to swallow more of him.
He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the couch. One rough hand spread my cheeks while the other rubbed that thick cockhead up and down my soaked slit. "Beg for it," he said. "Please fuck me with that big black cock," I moaned, pushing back against him. He slammed in on the first thrust, stretching me open so fast it burned in the best way. My pussy walls gripped every inch as he buried himself balls-deep, then started pounding hard and fast.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. His heavy balls smacked my clit with every stroke while he held my hips and drove that massive shaft in and out. "This tight white pussy loves black dick," he grunted, picking up speed. I came hard within minutes, shaking and screaming as my juices coated his cock, but he didn't stop. He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and folded me in half so he could drill even deeper. Every thrust bottomed out against my cervix, making me see stars.
Jamal pulled out just long enough to flip me onto all fours again, then pushed back inside while reaching around to rub my swollen clit.
"You gonna take this load?" he asked, voice rough. "Yes, fill me up," I begged. He fucked me through two more orgasms before his rhythm broke. With a deep growl he buried himself to the hilt and pumped thick ropes of cum straight into my pussy, so much it leaked out around his shaft and ran down my thighs.
We didn't stop there. After a short break he had me ride him on the bed, my hands on his chest while I bounced on that still-hard black cock, watching it disappear inside me over and over. Later he took me in the shower, pressing me against the tiles and fucking me standing up until my legs gave out. By morning I was sore, marked with handprints, and leaking his cum from two loads, already craving the next time he'd wreck me with that thick black dick again.
