It was at that precise moment, as the man’s cum was oozing from around his dick, choking me as I tried to swallow it all as he emptied his balls in my throat that I felt my black cock lover swell and throb and begin spewing like a fire hose inside my pussy. I couldn’t stop cumming as the heat of his sperm scalded my walls, and he rammed his erupting cock completely into my soul. I had cum leaking from my nostrils, down my thighs and all I could do was tense and pray not to die until I had emptied his big balls into my pussy. The man’s cock slid from my mouth as I gasped and trembled, sure that I was at the ending of my life from the ripping feeling in my pussy. But still I heard my voice begging, “fuck me!, don’t stop!….cum….cum….oh god I feel it….aaarrrggghhhhhiiiieeeeee and was pushing as hard as possible into his spurting cockhead. I was drained, I felt lifeless as I slid down to the floor, my ass hoisted to his sporadic thrusting, moisture covering my pussy, thighs and my face covered, dripping cum.
I closed my eyes and lay there feeling so drained and complete, so utterly womanly, like I had accomplished a miracle by draining his big balls and those of the other man. When he withdrew his stallion-like cock from inside me I felt so gaping and empty, like a part of me was missing and there was this craving hole where it should be. Glancing up I saw that the older guy was gone and this time I was determined to talk to this black stud of mine as I rolled over but alas again he had disappeared. Retrieving my panties I cleaned myself with them and then shoved them beside a book titled, “ Two Men and a Woman” which I felt was entirely appropriate. I had to hold on to the bookshelves at first my legs and knees were so weak. Leaning there I wondered what I was going to tell Billy and also wondered if the man had said anything to anyone, probably not I reasoned. Returning to the table and Billy, I said, “I think I feel hungry, want to go get something to eat”, to which he replied, “I think I may be hungry for some of you, what say we go home and lay you on the table and I’ll just have a mighty fine meal”, “SURE!, I replied, the thought of Billy’s tongue pressing into my cummy pussy while I hunched into his face, knowing he was tonguing my Black lover’s cum just seemed to ignite something inside me………….something so deep inside me that Billy’s white cock could never extinguish it again…..as we walked out I could feel the wetness of my mysterious lover’s cum leaking from me causing me to smile as I wondered where my big black cocked lover would appear in my life next and if I would ever know his name?
It’s been three weeks since Billy and I broke up now and I wonder if any white man will ever be able to satisfy this yearning need I have inside me now. Billy must have caught me masturbating 7-8 times with my big black dildo before I admitted to him that yes, I did think of a black man with a huge cock fucking me while I used it. It was then I found out just how racist he was as he called me all sorts of names and said he couldn’t understand why any white woman would want to fuck a black guy. I knew our relationship was over when I blurted out, “because their big cocks satisfy us better than white guys!” The look on his face was one of horror and disbelief as he asked, “How do you know that, have you ever fucked a black guy?”. I knew I should have lied but I was mad at the names he called me and I defiantly screamed, “YES! And he fucked me better than you could ever dream of!”
His face was ashen and then flushed as he just stared at me. I realized then that I had hurt him badly with my words and I jumped up and ran to him screaming how sorry I was but he just pushed me away and walked to the door as he said, “I’ll be back later and get my stuff”. I had thought after he calmed down he might return but it was two days later when he and a friend came and he packed his stuff and left while I was out. He left his key and a note saying, “Now you can move a real black dick in with you!” I sat and cried for two days. I hated my unknown black guy for what he had done to my life. Many of my friends would no longer talk to me or avoided me and I figured Billy had told them what I had said. I just felt like if they were like that I was better off without them as friends anyway!
But I had changed in many ways since my encounters with my unknown lover. Sitting in the coffee shop where it had all started, as I usually did when I was single, I noticed a black man I estimated to be in his late thirties come in and order a coffee and sit across from me. As he drank his coffee he kept glancing in my direction and smiling. He was a nice looking man, clear smooth skin the color of caramel and a friendly smile. Remembering the last time I sat across from a black man here, my thighs began pumping and a strange feeling came over me. I could feel a veil of lust invading my mind and my body began throbbing, yearning and I knew that I wanted this man to want me, to desire me as the other had. I was confused by my thoughts and my body was warm, aroused beyond understanding and my clit throbbed hard. I felt strange, almost like in a trance or something as my eyes met his and we stared into the others soul it seemed.
My thighs began opening as if they were acting on their own and I was powerless to stop them. No!, No!,my mind screamed as my breathing became deep and hurried and my knees spread even farther. His gaze fell beneath my table and I felt a ripple of need course through me as my resolve fled me and my thighs spread widely, inviting him, pleading with him to want me. Without looking I knew that my panties were soaked with my moisture and I felt even wetter as I watched the bulge in his pants grow until his cock was etched against the fabric plainly, stretching them as it strained to be set free. I seemed to melt into the seat as my gaze stared at his growing desire, my hand finding its way between my thighs to rub my clit through my panties. I felt drugged, unable to resist the urges within my being as his hand began rubbing along his hardening cock. It was as if I craved him, had to make him want me and when he expressed his obvious need my body exploded with need, hard ripples of pleasure cascading from my groin as I manipulated my clit.
A part of me wanted to run as fast as I could from that place but my body didn’t respond to that part of my mind even when he stood and approached my table. He stood there beside me watching as my hand moved, pressuring my clit, a smile on his face. He said not a word as his hand unzipped his fly and he reached in and withdrew his cock. It seemed as large as my black lovers and I felt my breathing become raspy and my mouth seemed so dry, lips scorched, tongue wetting them constantly as he pumped his cock only inches from my face. My mind screamed for me to run but I couldn’t move, finally admitting in my mind that I wanted him, wanted any black cock as my body leaned forward and my lips opened and allowed his glans to press between them before suckling it, laving it as I savored the taste of his dick and the aroma surrounding his balls.
His hands on my head excited me and when he began hunching into my mouth, pressing into my throat my pussy screamed to fuck him and my hands flew to my crotch instinctively. I couldn’t think, just feel as so many thoughts and sensations flooded my mind at once. My hands and fingers flew over my mound as he fucked my throat. He used me like a whore, fucking his cock deep into my throat as I tried to swallow it, fucking my face like it was a pussy for him to use as he saw fit. I choked, tears flowed from my eyes as I realized how degrading this was and that I loved it, loved the way these black men just took me, made me their slut even in public. Made me love their big wonderful cocks and gave me their hot cum as reward for servicing them.
I never once thought of stopping as he fucked my mouth, only of needing his cum, needing to feel him exploding in my mouth, on me, it didn’t matter. I felt driven, like my sole purpose in life was to make this black man want me so I could please him by taking his hot jism, coaxing it from his balls by whatever means he required of me. Soon his precum seeped from his tip and I knew he was close. That fact seemed to sear itself into my brain and spurred me to suck at his cock like a crazed slut. I felt his hands grip my head and he began fucking me down onto his cock, forcing his fat glans into my throat as he hunched, holding me to him, not allowing me to breathe as he fucked me. My mind was delirious with fear as I thought he would strangle me with his cock, but I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted too and I didn’t. No, I needed his cum, needed him to shoot his hot elixir into my stomach. Thankfully he withdrew allowing me to breathe before ramming back deep into my throat and exploding, pumping his hot cum down my throat as he pulled me by my hair to his spewing dick, holding me as he fucked my face. His groans of pleasure as he erupted within me sent ripples of pleasure through my body as I tensed, cumming hard as he continued to use me to sate his own needs.
His grip loosened and his glans slipped back into my mouth as he fucked it in and out of my lips. “Suck me bitch, get every drop you white slut” was his only words to me as I sucked and licked him clean. Then he placed his cock back into his pants, zipped up, turned and walked back to his table and picked up his coffee, drank it and walked out the door without so much as a glance my way. I slumped in my seat, his taste still in my mouth as I glanced around furtively, the pungent odor of my sex wafting in the air. Tears formed in my eyes as I thought about what I had become and how my desire seemed to take me over completely, drove me to do things that I couldn’t believe afterwards that I had really done. I headed for the restroom to clean myself and try to dry my panties some, not believing that no one that worked there had seen us.
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