The big black cock is the new IN thing now. So, it should be no surprise when I want more than just one at a time. BBC is the new me, and that one freaky night, the owned me. I wouldn’t consider myself a real sub, I love something that can be a delightful challenge. My first big black cock had my jaw on the floor, and I don’t mean it in just one way. I was nervous, I was hesitant but my pussy secretly dripped once I saw it twitch.
I met this guy Marcus at a hotel party, and that was the night my submissive side was tested hardcore.
It wasn’t too long after we met that the connection was there. He was hot, down to earth, and had a hunk of dark chocolate between his legs. When you know, you know, right? On our first date, he wanted to know more sexual things about me, and how far I would be willing to go for a good time.
My lips curled and I could not help but let out a little giggle. I felt my hands get slightly clammy thinking how to answer that. Biting down softly on my lower lip, a wicked grin appeared. For that big black cock, I would do just about anything. However, just one would not be enough, I thought to myself. Going in for the kill, I looked over at him and told him what a BBC slut I am, and every hole would be considered theirs.
His facial expression was priceless, the way his hand gripped my upper thigh. I knew right then he was willing to put that response to the true test. What could I say? I knew what a whore I was for a big black cock. It is so forbidden, so taboo in so many ways when you crave it the way I do. At that moment, I could feel his hand slowly creep up my thigh even more. My breaths became slow and steady as I tried to hold myself together.
I could see his Mandingo growing in his khakis, and the taste on my tongue was feeling intense. I could have drooled when I saw it begging to be let out. My body slid into his grip as his fingers danced slightly against my pink lace panties. He then leaned against my ear and told me he had a few friends coming over he wanted me to meet. Instantly, I caught my breath as I stared at him in shock. “A few?” I asked.
He did not say a word, but his seductive grin said everything. As I thought he would slip his finger right into that glossy diamond-shaped hole, I stopped. He brought his index finger up to my chin demanding I look in his eye. The way my eyes locked onto his, it was as though I was compelled to do so. “Put your hand on my cock, now bitch.” he said. I slowly reached out to grip it, and all I could do was gasp at the massive thickness of what he had dangling between his legs.
“Oh fuck, it’s so massive.” I whimpered. His smile was demon-like seeing how eager he was to see me get taken on by a few of his friends. Would they all be big massive cocks like his? I exhaled while glaring into his eyes, my face pressed against his finger. I knew right then, I was about to make my history being big black cock entertainment.
What do you think happened next? How many of Marcus’s friends did he have in mind to invite? I can’t wait to tell you the story once you call. Or, will you have one just like mine? Giggles.
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