I was only supposed to be gone three nights for the conference, but the second I checked into the hotel in Atlanta my phone buzzed with a text from my husband. "Have fun, baby. Don't be shy." He knew exactly what that meant. We'd talked about it for months, the fantasy of me getting stretched by a thick black cock while I was away. Now it was real, and my pussy was already wet just thinking about it.
I changed into a short black dress that barely covered my ass and went down to the hotel bar. He was already there, sitting at the end of the counter, tall and broad with dark skin that made my mouth water. Marcus. We matched on the app the night before, and his profile pic didn't lie. When he stood to greet me his size was obvious, the bulge in his jeans thick and heavy.
We didn't waste time with small talk. Two drinks later his hand was on my thigh under the table, fingers sliding higher until he found the edge of my thong. "You're soaked already," he said, voice low and rough. "Your husband know you're out here hunting black dick?"
I nodded, biting my lip. "He wants me to send pictures."
Marcus grinned and paid the tab. In the elevator he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth while his hand cupped my ass. By the time we reached his floor I was grinding against his thigh, desperate.
His room was dark except for the city lights through the window. He stripped me fast, dress on the floor, bra tossed aside. When he pulled his shirt off I stared at the muscular chest and the thick line of hair leading down. He shoved his jeans down and his cock sprang free, heavy, veined, and already half-hard. It was bigger than anything I'd had before, the head wide and dark, the shaft thick enough that my fingers wouldn't close around it.
I dropped to my knees without being told. "Suck it," he ordered, and I did, licking the head first, tasting the salt of him. I opened wide and took as much as I could, gagging when it hit the back of my throat. Marcus groaned and held my hair, fucking my mouth slow and deep while I drooled down my chin onto my tits.
He pulled me up and bent me over the bed. One thick finger pushed into my pussy, then two, stretching me. "Tight little married cunt," he growled. "Gonna ruin it for your husband." I moaned and pushed back on his fingers, needing more. He lined that fat cock up and pushed in, inch by inch, until I was gasping and full, stretched around him like a glove.
He fucked me hard from behind, hips slapping my ass, the wet sound of his cock pounding my soaked pussy filling the room.
I came fast, clenching around him, but he didn't stop. He flipped me onto my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper than before. Every thrust hit my cervix and I screamed his name, begging for it.
"Take that black cock," he grunted. "Tell your husband how good it feels."
I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and started recording, showing him sliding in and out of me, my pussy lips stretched tight around his thickness. I sent it to my husband with the caption "He's so fucking big."
Marcus pulled out and flipped me onto all fours again, this time pressing the head of his cock against my asshole. "You want it here too?" I nodded, already pushing back. He spat on my hole and worked his cock in slow, stretching my ass until I was shaking and coming again. He pounded my ass until he was close, then pulled out and painted my back and ass with thick ropes of cum.
We fucked twice more that night, once in the shower and once with me riding him while I sent another video. By morning my pussy and ass were sore, used, and I loved it. I left his room with his cum still leaking down my thigh, already planning the next trip.
My husband called while I was in the airport. "You coming home full?" he asked, voice thick.
"Very full," I told him. "And I'm not done traveling yet."
