I never expected my first real taste of black cock would turn me into the kind of white girl who cant stop thinking about it. My name is Avery, twenty-four, blonde, tight little body from running, and I used to date nothing but safe white boys from college. That all changed the night I met Darius at the bar downtown.
He was tall, dark-skinned, broad shoulders stretching his shirt, and the way he looked at me said he already knew what I wanted. We skipped the small talk after two drinks. Back at his place, he didnt waste time. Strip, he said, voice low and sure. I peeled off my dress right there in his living room, standing in just a white lace thong and bra while he watched. My pale skin looked even whiter next to his deep brown when he stepped close.
Darius pulled his shirt off and I stared. Hard muscle, smooth chest, and when he dropped his jeans I got my first look at that thick black dick already half-hard and heavy. It was bigger than anything Id had, veins standing out, the head dark and fat. My pussy clenched just seeing it.
On your knees, white girl, he told me. I dropped fast, hands on his thighs, and opened my mouth. He fed it to me slow at first, letting me stretch my lips around the head, tongue swirling the salty taste. Then he pushed deeper, one hand in my hair, guiding me until I was choking on more than half of it. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits. I gagged but kept sucking, eyes watering, because the way he groaned made my cunt drip.
He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of his couch. My ass up, thong yanked aside, he rubbed that big head up and down my soaked slit. This white pussy ready for black dick? he asked. I pushed back, nodding, begging. Yes, fuck me with it.
Darius sank in with one long thrust. I cried out at the stretch, that thick shaft forcing my walls open wider than ever. He didnt go easy. He gripped my hips and pounded, skin slapping loud, his heavy balls hitting my clit with every stroke. The contrast of his dark hands on my pale ass, the way my pussy lips gripped and stretched around his black cock, had me shaking already.
He flipped me onto my back on the couch, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and drove in deep. I watched it disappear inside me, the wet shine on his shaft every time he pulled out. My tits bounced with each hard thrust. He leaned down, sucked one nipple hard, then the other, leaving dark marks. You love this black dick stretching your tight white cunt, dont you? he growled.
God yes, I moaned. Harder. Use me.
He flipped me again, this time on all fours on the floor, and mounted me like an animal. One hand pressed my face to the carpet while he fucked me even deeper, the angle hitting spots that made my legs tremble. I came first, pussy pulsing and squirting around him, but he didnt stop. He kept slamming until I came again, then pulled out and flipped me onto my back once more.
Open your mouth, he ordered. I did, tongue out, and he stroked that fat cock over my face. Thick ropes of cum splattered across my lips, tongue, and tits, hot and heavy. I swallowed what I could, licked the rest off my fingers while he watched.
We werent done. Darius carried me to the bedroom and we went again, slower at first, then rough. I rode him, grinding my clit on his pubic bone while that cock filled me completely, my pale thighs spread wide over his dark hips. He came inside me that time, pumping load after load deep while I shook through another orgasm.
By morning I was sore, marked, and already craving more. I left his place with his cum still leaking down my thigh and a new understanding: once a white girl like me gets properly fucked by black men, nothing else compares. I was hooked, and I knew Id be back for round two soon.
