She grabbed his cock the second the hotel door shut behind us. No hesitation, no shy glances. My girlfriend, Lisa, dropped to her knees on the cheap carpet and wrapped both hands around that thick black shaft like she had been waiting her whole life for it. It was already half-hard, heavy, and dark, veins standing out along the length. She looked up at him with that hungry little smile she usually saved for me and started stroking.
Fuck, its big, she muttered, voice low and dirty. Her fingers didnt even meet around the middle. She spit on the head, watched it drip down, then smeared it with both palms, twisting as she worked him from base to tip. The black guy, Marcus, just leaned back against the wall and let her have it. His cock grew fast under her grip, swelling until it pointed straight at her face, shiny and fat.
Lisa jerked him slow at first, getting a feel for the weight. Look at this thing, she said, glancing over at me where I sat in the chair. Bigger than anything Ive had. She leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside, from balls to head, then went back to stroking, faster now, her grip tight and slick. Marcus groaned and pushed his hips forward. She laughed, a short, filthy sound, and started pumping him with purpose, one hand twisting over the head while the other stroked the shaft.
Pre-cum leaked out and she used it, rubbing it all over until his cock glistened. You like watching your girl jerk this black cock? she asked me, never slowing down. Her tits bounced in her low-cut top with every stroke. Its so fucking hard. I can feel it throbbing. She squeezed tighter, jerked faster, and Marcuss abs tightened. She knew exactly what she was doing, twisting her wrist on every upstroke, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot under the head.
Marcus reached down and pulled her top down, freeing her tits. She didnt stop jerking him, just let him grope her while her hands kept working that cock. Gonna make you cum all over these, she told him, stroking even harder. Her forearms flexed with the effort. The wet sound of her hands sliding up and down filled the room. Marcus started breathing heavier, hips twitching. Lisa grinned and aimed him right at her chest, jerking with both hands in short, fast strokes until he grunted and shot thick ropes across her tits. She kept stroking through it, milking every drop, letting it drip down between her breasts.
She stood up, wiped her hands on her skirt, and looked at me again. Your turn to watch the rest. She stripped fast, climbed onto the bed, and spread her legs. Marcus was still hard. He climbed between her thighs and shoved that cock straight into her pussy in one long push. Lisa moaned loud, back arching. Oh shit, its stretching me. He started fucking her deep and steady, the bed creaking under them. Every thrust made her tits shake, cum still smeared across them.
She reached down and rubbed her clit while he pounded her, eyes half-closed. Harder, she demanded. Marcus grabbed her hips and gave it to her, the wet slap of skin on skin getting louder. Lisa turned her head toward me, mouth open. Hes so deep. I can feel every inch. She came first, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him. Marcus didnt stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove back in. Lisa pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning into the pillow.
He fucked her like that until she came again, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back once more. She grabbed his cock and guided it back inside herself, legs wrapped around him. They moved together, raw and fast, until Marcus buried himself deep and came again, filling her. Lisa held him there, breathing hard, a satisfied smile on her face.
When he finally pulled out, she looked over at me, cum leaking down her thigh. Come here, she said. Im not done yet. She reached for my cock next, but her eyes kept drifting back to Marcuss still-thick black shaft. The night was only getting started, and she clearly wanted more of that cock in her hands and everywhere else.
