The doorbell chimed, a discordant melody echoing through the house. I dragged my exhausted body from the couch, the scent of pumpkin pie still lingering faintly in the air from the previous day’s Thanksgiving festivities. I hadn’t expected anyone to stop by, especially not today—Black Friday, the epitome of American chaos. But as I peered through the peephole, my heart skipped a beat. There stood Tyshon, my neighbor from across the street, his broad smile cutting through the dreary afternoon light. He was the kind of man who could make you feel alive with a single glance, and today, as the world outside raged with bargain hunters, I was about to find out just how alive I could feel.
My stomach fluttered with anticipation as I unlocked the door, the chilly November air brushing against my skin. Tyshon stepped inside, his six-foot-four frame filling the space with an intoxicating presence. The muscles of his athletic build flexed beneath his tight-fitting sweater, hinting at the power that lay beneath. His eyes, dark as the night, locked onto mine, and I knew what he wanted. The tension between us had been palpable for months, and today, it was finally going to break.
“I figured you might need some… relief,” Tyshon said, his deep voice rumbling through me like a bassline. “You know, after all that cooking and family drama.”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape. “Yeah,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. “I could use that.”
He closed the door behind him, the finality of the click resonating through the hallway. Without another word, he pulled me into his arms, his embrace as warm as the whiskey we’d shared last Christmas. His kiss was firm, demanding, and I melted into it like wax under a flame. His hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
He led me to the bedroom, the room swirling with desire. My heart raced, my breath hitched, as he unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. His gaze devoured me, taking in every curve and freckle. His fingers traced the line of my lingerie, and I shivered with need. The mattress sank as he laid me down, his weight pressing me into the softness. His hands found my breasts, kneading them gently before pinching my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot and heavy. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
I could feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh. His hand slid down, caressing my stomach before slipping into my panties. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that had been smoldering for so long. As his fingers danced over my clit, I arched my back, desperate for more. He chuckled, low and dark, before pulling away to remove his own clothes.
There it was, the reason for my obsession. His cock was massive, thick and long, the kind that made you wonder if it was real or if you’d stumbled into a porn scene. The sight of it made me wetter, my body begging to be filled by him. Tyshon noticed my stare and grinned, stroking himself slowly as he approached the bed.
“Ready, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
I nodded, my voice lost to the ache between my legs. He climbed over me, his cock standing tall and proud. I reached up to touch it, feeling the velvety skin and the steel beneath. He groaned, his hand guiding himself to my entrance. With one swift motion, he pushed inside, stretching me to the brink of pleasure and pain. I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely.
His rhythm was slow at first, letting me adjust to his size. But soon, the passion took over, and he began to move faster, harder. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I knew this was going to be the best Black Friday I’d ever had. My pussy clenched around him, desperate for every inch as he claimed me, over and over again. His eyes bore into mine, and I knew I was his, a good little white whore ready to take his seed.
The room grew hazy as our bodies moved together, the sound of skin slapping skin the only music in our symphony of desire. His strokes grew deeper, his breaths more ragged, and I could feel him getting closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on, wanting to feel him come inside me.
“Fuck me, Tyshon,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Cum in me, please.”
He growled in response, his pace increasing until he was pounding into me with the force of a storm. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house, he did. His hot, sticky cum filled me up, marking me as his own. I shuddered with pleasure, my orgasm ripping through me like a tornado, leaving me trembling and sated.
We lay there, panting, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. It was the perfect end to a long day, the perfect way to start the holiday weekend. And as Tyshon whispered sweet nothings in my ear, I knew that from now on, Black Fridays would have a whole new meaning for me!
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