I met Jamal at a backyard barbecue my girlfriend threw for her new man. Shed been bragging about him for weekstall, built, black, with a cock that made her scream. I smiled and played the supportive friend, but the second he shook my hand I felt my panties dampen. He was everything she described and more. Thick arms, deep voice, and that slow smile that said he knew exactly what I was thinking.
Two weeks later she left him alone at her apartment while she ran to the store. I stopped by to drop off some clothes shed left at my place. He answered the door in nothing but basketball shorts, sweat still shining on his chest from a workout. Shes not here, he said, eyes dragging over my tank top and short skirt. I should have turned around. Instead I stepped inside.
The door clicked shut behind me. You know why I came, I told him straight out. No games. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bedroom without a word. His shorts hit the floor and that heavy black cock swung free, already half-hard and thicker than anything Id taken before. I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet and wrapped both hands around it. Fuck, its big, I muttered, licking the head like I was starving. He groaned low and pushed forward, sliding over my tongue until my lips stretched wide.
I sucked him sloppy and loud, spit running down my chin onto my tits. He held my head and fucked my mouth slow, making me gag and moan around that fat shaft. When he pulled out I was panting. Get on the bed, he ordered. I climbed up, yanked my skirt up, and shoved my thong aside. My pussy was dripping. He lined up and sank in with one long thrust. I gasped, back arching, walls clenching around every inch. He was so deep it almost hurt, but I pushed back, taking it all.
He fucked me hard from the start. No warm-up, just raw pounding. The headboard slammed the wall while he gripped my hips and drove that cock in and out like he owned me. My tits bounced, nipples dragging the sheets. Harder, I begged. Fuck me like you fuck her. He slapped my ass and gave me exactly what I asked for, balls slapping my clit with every stroke. I came fast, pussy pulsing and squirting around him, but he didnt stop. He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and kept drilling.
Sweat dripped off his chest onto mine. I reached down and rubbed my swollen clit while he stretched me open. Your girlfriends gonna smell you on me, I taunted. He grinned and shoved two fingers in my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting my own cunt. He pulled out, flipped me again, and pressed the head of his cock against my asshole. I pushed back, letting him work that thick dick into my tight hole. It burned so good. Once he was buried to the balls he started thrusting again, slower, deeper, making me whimper.
We moved through every position. Me riding him, grinding my clit against his pelvis while he sucked my nipples. Him behind me again, one hand in my hair, the other smacking my ass red. I came twice more, legs shaking, voice hoarse from moaning. When he finally pulled out I dropped to my knees and jerked him off onto my face and tongue. Hot ropes of cum painted my cheeks and lips. I swallowed what I could and licked the rest off his shaft, cleaning every drop.
We heard her car pull up. I wiped my face on my tank top, pulled my skirt down, and slipped out the back door before she came inside. My thighs were sticky the whole drive home. Every time I shifted in the seat I felt how sore and used my pussy and ass were. I knew Id go back. Jamal had already texted me: Tomorrow. Same time.
I showed up the next afternoon wearing nothing under a sundress. He bent me over the kitchen counter before I even said hello, yanked the dress up, and shoved that cock straight into my dripping cunt. We fucked in every roomagainst the fridge, on the couch, in the shower with water running down our bodies. He came inside me that time, filling my pussy until it leaked down my legs. I walked out with his load still inside me, knowing my girlfriend would kiss him later without knowing.
We kept meeting for weeks. Quickies in his car, long afternoons at my place when she was at work, once even in their bed while she was at the gym. Hed text me pictures of his hard cock and Id send him videos of me fingering my pussy, telling him how much I needed it. The sex stayed raw and filthyno romance, just two people using each other until we couldnt walk straight. I came harder with him than I ever had before, and every time I left I already wanted more.
Eventually she found out. She screamed, cried, threw things. I didnt apologize. I just told her the truth: her black boyfriend fucked me better than anyone ever had, and I wasnt going to stop. She kicked him out. He moved in with me two days later. Now every night ends the same wayme on my back or knees, taking every thick inch while he tells me Im his new favorite slut. And I am.
