Marcus spotted her the second she walked into the bar. Tall, thick, dark skin glowing under the low lights, wearing a tight red dress that hugged her big tits and round ass like it was painted on. He was the only white guy in the place that night, but that didn't stop him from buying her a drink and telling her straight up what he wanted.
"I want to fuck you," he said after two rounds. "Hard. All night."
Jasmine didn't blink. She just smiled, finished her whiskey, and said, "My place is five minutes away. Let's go."
They barely made it inside her apartment before he had her against the wall. Marcus grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing the heavy cheeks while he shoved his tongue in her mouth. She tasted like smoke and liquor. Her hands went straight for his belt, yanking it open and pulling out his cock. It was already rock hard, thick and veiny in her grip.
"Fuck, you're big," she muttered, stroking him fast. "White boy got a real dick on him."
Marcus yanked the straps of her dress down. Her tits spilled out, dark nipples stiff. He bent and sucked one hard, biting just enough to make her hiss. Jasmine dropped to her knees right there in the hallway and took his cock in her mouth. No teasing. She swallowed half of it on the first try, gagging wet and loud, spit running down her chin onto her tits.
He fucked her face like that for a minute, hands in her short curly hair, thrusting deep while she choked and slurped. "Yeah, suck it," he growled. "Take that white cock."
She pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft. "Bedroom. Now."
They stripped on the way. By the time they hit the bed Jasmine was naked, dark skin smooth and perfect, thick thighs spread, shaved pussy already glistening. Marcus climbed on top and shoved two fingers inside her. She was tight and soaked. He finger-fucked her hard, thumb rubbing her clit until she was bucking and cursing.
"Put it in," she demanded. "Fuck me."
He lined up and drove his cock straight into her in one thrust. Jasmine's back arched off the bed. "Shit!" she yelled. Marcus didn't give her time to adjust. He started pounding, hips slapping against her ass, balls smacking her with every stroke. Her tits bounced wildly. He grabbed them, pinched her nipples, and kept slamming into her.
The wet sound of his cock stretching her pussy filled the room. Jasmine met every thrust, legs locked around his waist. "Harder, white boy. Fuck that black pussy."
Marcus flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove back in from behind. Doggy was even better. Her ass rippled every time he bottomed out. He slapped one cheek hard, leaving a red handprint. She pushed back, taking him deeper.
"Goddamn, you feel good," he grunted. "Tight wet cunt gripping my dick."
He reached under and rubbed her clit fast. Jasmine came first, pussy clamping down, juices running down his balls as she moaned loud and filthy. Marcus didn't stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and flipped her again so he could watch her face while he finished.
He pinned her wrists above her head and hammered into her. Sweat slicked their skin. Her legs shook around him. "Gonna cum," he warned.
"Inside me," she said. "Fill that pussy up."
Marcus buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep. He kept thrusting through the orgasm until it got too sensitive, then collapsed on top of her.
They lay there breathing hard for a minute. Then Jasmine pushed him onto his back, straddled his face, and lowered her dripping pussy onto his mouth. "Clean it up," she ordered.
Marcus licked his own cum out of her while she ground on his tongue. She came again, thighs squeezing his head. When she climbed off she noticed he was hard again already.
"Round two," she said, climbing on his cock reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce while she rode him.
They went at it for hours. Missionary, her riding, him bending her over the dresser, fucking in the shower with hot water pouring over them. Every position was raw and direct, sweat, spit, and cum mixing on their skin. Jasmine talked dirty the whole time, telling him how good his white cock felt stretching her, how she wanted it in her ass next time. Marcus gave it to her exactly how she asked, no holding back, until both of them were sore and satisfied.
By morning they were tangled in ruined sheets, her head on his chest, his hand resting on her ass. Neither of them was in a hurry to move.
