She walked into the bedroom still wearing the tight black dress from dinner, her heels clicking on the hardwood. "He's here," she said, voice low and shaky. "My ex. The one I told you about."
I knew exactly who she meant. The tall, built black guy from her college days, the one she always described with that hungry look in her eyes. Thick cock, endless stamina, the kind that used to leave her sore for days. Now he was in our living room because she'd texted him after too many drinks, and I hadn't stopped her.
She stripped the dress off right there, no bra underneath, just smooth brown skin and hard nipples. Her panties hit the floor next. "I need this," she whispered. "Watch if you want. Or leave. But I'm not stopping."
He came in a minute later, already pulling his shirt over his head. Broad shoulders, dark skin, that heavy bulge in his jeans. He didn't say much, just grabbed her by the hips and kissed her hard, tongue deep, hands squeezing her ass. She moaned into his mouth and started unbuckling his belt.
His cock sprang out thick and heavy, already half-hard and veined. She dropped to her knees without hesitation and wrapped both hands around it, stroking slow at first, then faster. "Fuck, I missed this dick," she said, looking up at him before she opened wide and took the head in her mouth. She sucked loud and sloppy, spit running down her chin as she tried to get more of him down her throat. He gripped her hair and pushed deeper, making her gag, but she didn't pull back.
I sat in the chair by the bed, cock already out, stroking while I watched. She glanced over at me once, eyes watering, then went back to work, bobbing her head and jerking the base with both hands. When she pulled off for air, strings of spit connected her lips to his glistening shaft.
He lifted her up like she weighed nothing and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back, legs spread. He climbed between them and rubbed that fat cockhead up and down her wet slit, teasing. "You want it?" he asked.
"Yes," she breathed. "Fuck me with that big black cock. Right now."
He pushed in slow, stretching her open. She gasped, back arching, fingers digging into the sheets. Inch after inch disappeared inside her until his hips met hers. She was panting, eyes rolled back a little. "God, so fucking full."
He started thrusting, long and deep, the bed creaking under them. Her tits bounced with every stroke. Wet sounds filled the room as he fucked her harder, skin slapping. She reached down and rubbed her clit, moaning louder. "Don't stop. Harder. Use me."
He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed back in from behind. Her ass rippled every time he bottomed out. She buried her face in the pillow but I could still hear her begging, telling him how much bigger he was than me, how she needed this cock all the time. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, pounding faster.
I kept stroking, watching her pussy grip him on every pull-out, shiny with her juices. He reached under and played with her clit while he fucked her, and she came hard, legs shaking, a loud cry muffled in the pillow. He didn't slow down. He just kept driving into her through the orgasm, making it last.
She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, sinking down on his cock again. She rode him fast, grinding her clit against him, tits bouncing. He reached up and pinched her nipples, twisting just enough to make her whimper. "That's it, ride that dick," he growled. She leaned forward, hands on his chest, and bounced harder until another orgasm hit her. She clenched around him, shaking, but kept moving.
He took over again, flipping her onto her side and lifting one of her legs over his shoulder. The angle let him go even deeper. She was babbling now, half words and moans, telling him to fill her up. He fucked her through two more orgasms before he finally grunted and buried himself deep, pumping load after load inside her. I could see his cock pulsing with each spurt.
She stayed there, catching her breath, his cum already starting to leak out around his still-hard shaft. When he pulled out, she reached between her legs and scooped some of it up, licking her fingers clean while looking straight at me.
"Round two in ten minutes," she said, voice hoarse. "You staying to watch or joining in?"
I stayed. And the night got a lot dirtier from there.
