BBW Mercedez submits to A BBC
How I want your mouth—right here.
But I’m not gonna give it all away…
You want the full confession? Then buy the fuckin’ tape.
The First Night I Let Him Wreck Me
By Mercedes – and baby, I only purr for the deserving.
We met online.
You know the kind of connection that buzzes through your fingertips, makes you check your phone at red lights, replay voice notes like they’re love songs?
Yeah. That kind.
We’d been talking for months — nasty, sweet, dirty, real.
He knew what my thighs could do before he ever touched them, and I knew the sound of his breath when he stroked it slow… just thinking about me.
But tonight was different.
I flew out. Hair laid, lingerie packed, thick thighs ready to part like scripture.
When he walked into the hotel room, he didn’t say a word. Didn’t ask how the flight was. Didn’t compliment the heels or my fresh press.
He just grabbed the back of my neck — Firm.
And backed me up against that door like it owed him money.
I let out a little gasp, but not from fear —
No, baby. From recognition.
That alpha energy I’d only tasted through texts? It hit different in person.
He kissed me like he was trying to wipe every other man off my memory. Like he had something to prove… and a mouth that knew how to make me forget my own damn name.
I was dripping before his hands even reached the curve of my ass.
Thick and greedy, my body begged for his touch like it missed him—even though we’d never touched before.
He spun me to face the wall. One hand pulling my hair back, the other sliding up under my dress like it belonged there.
He bit my shoulder —
Hard enough to leave a mark. Soft enough to make me moan, because pain and pleasure ain’t opposites when it’s done right.
His fingers teased between my thighs, finding the heat, the slick, the need.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “You really came like this for me?”
I just smiled.
You can’t trust a big butt and a quiet girl, baby.
By the time he had me on the bed, I was trembling and talking in tongues —
Whispers of daddy, gasps of don’t stop, and breathless curses that only sinners understand.
And when he finally slid in —
Let’s just say I saw god and he had his face.
He didn’t make love. He claimed.
Slow at first, deep enough to feel in my chest. Then rough, like he was trying to ruin me for anyone else.
And baby —
He did.
Hair pulled. Ass slapped. Thighs gripped like handlebars.
He rode me through every promise we’d made in the dark.
And when I came?
It wasn’t cute.
It was filthy.
Shaking, begging, biting his shoulder like I was afraid I’d shatter without the anchor of his body.
Afterward, we didn’t talk much. Didn’t need to.
Just the sound of our breath, and the twitch of his cock still inside me, told me what I already knew —
This wasn’t the last time.
Forced Bi-Sex
I never thought I would find myself in this situation, but here I was, standing in my living room with my girlfriend Cindy, both of us in shock as we stared down at Mike’s phone. We had been snooping through his phone, looking for something – anything – that would explain why he had been acting so distant lately. And then we found it.
Tranny porn.
I took a deep breath and put a hand on her shoulder. “We handle this,” I said firmly. “I know someone who can help us.”
I picked up my phone and dialed a number, my heart racing as I waited for the person on the other end to pick up. “Hey, it’s Mercedez,” I said when the call was answered. “I need your help. Meet me at Cindy’s place as soon as you can.”
Half an hour later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to reveal my friend Chardonnay, a sexy black woman with a huge cock swinging between her legs. “What’s up, Mercedez?” she asked with a smirk as she sauntered into the living room. “You sounded pretty urgent on the phone.”
“I need you to help me teach Mike a lesson,” I said, nodding towards the bedroom where Cindy and Mike were waiting.
Chardonnay’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Oh, this is gonna be good,” she said, rubbing her hands together.
We made our way into the bedroom, where Cindy was standing by the bed, looking nervous. Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head down and his hands in his lap.
“Mike,” I said, my voice firm. “We need to talk about what we found on your phone.”
Mike looked up at me, his eyes filled with fear. “I can explain,” he stammered.
“I don’t want to hear it,” I said, cutting him off. “You’ve been sneaking around behind Cindy’s back, looking at tranny porn. That’s not acceptable.”
“I’m sorry,” Mike said, his voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I just…I don’t know. I guess I’m curious.”
“Well, now you’re going to have the chance to explore that curiosity,” I said, gesturing towards Chardonnay.
Mike’s eyes went wide as he looked at Chardonnay, his jaw dropping as he took in her huge cock.
“I think it’s time for you to get on your knees and show her the respect she deserves,” I said, my voice firm.
Mike hesitated for a moment, but then he slowly got down on his knees in front of her. She grinned and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer. “Suck it,” she commanded, pushing her cock towards his mouth.
Mike hesitated for a moment, but then he opened his mouth and took her cock inside. She moaned with pleasure as he started to suck, her hips rocking back and forth as she face-fucked him.
=I watched with excitement as she fucked Mike’s mouth, my pussy wet with anticipation. When she was finally satisfied, she pulled her cock out of Mike’s mouth and grinned at us. “Your turn,” she said, pushing Cindy & I down onto the bed.
Chardonnay climbed onto the bed and positioned herself behind me and Cindy, her huge cock pressing against my ass. “This is how you deserve to be fucked,” she said, driving her cock deep inside my pussy. Taking turns sliding her dick into me and Cindy.
We moaned with pleasure as she fucked us, our hips grinding back and forth as she took every inch of Chardonnay’s cock. Our bodies shaking with pleasure as she came.
When she was finished, she pulled her cock out of Cindy’s pussy and smiled at Mike. “I hope you learned your lesson,” she said, wiping her cock on Mike’s face.
