She told me straight up on our third date that she craved black cock like nothing else. We were in my truck after dinner, windows fogged, her hand already rubbing my dick through my jeans. "I love how they stretch me," she said, eyes locked on mine. "Thick, dark, and they fuck like they own it." My pulse jumped but I didn't flinch. I asked if she wanted to show me. She smiled, pulled her phone out, and texted her regular guy right there.
Two nights later he showed up at our place. Marcus. Six-foot-three, shaved head, arms that looked like they could bench-press her whole body. She answered the door in nothing but a thin tank top and thong. The second he stepped inside she dropped to her knees, yanked his belt open, and hauled out that heavy black dick. It was already half-hard and still bigger than mine fully stiff. She moaned like she'd been starving and started sucking, both hands working the shaft while her mouth stretched around the head. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She looked up at me the whole time, eyes watering, making wet choking sounds every time she forced another inch down her throat.
Marcus grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. She gagged but didn't pull back. When he finally pulled out she was gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. "Bedroom," she rasped. We followed her. She climbed onto the mattress on all fours, ass up, and looked back at me. "Watch. Don't touch yourself yet."
Marcus climbed behind her, lined up, and shoved in with one long thrust. She screamed into the pillow. Her pussy lips were spread wide around that thick black shaft, cream already coating him as he started pounding. The sound was filthywet slaps, her moans turning into broken curses. "Fuck, yes, wreck that pussy. Give it to me." He gripped her hips and hammered harder, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. I could see her stomach bulge slightly every time he bottomed out. She came hard, legs shaking, but he didn't slow down. He just kept drilling until she was sobbing from overstimulation, then flipped her onto her back and folded her legs to her chest.
He fucked her like that for twenty straight minutes, deep and relentless. Every time she tried to catch her breath he slammed back in. She kept begging for more, telling him how much better his cock felt than mine. When he finally pulled out his dick was shiny with her juices. He stroked it twice and painted her tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum. She rubbed it into her skin like lotion, then looked at me and said, "Your turn to clean up."
I crawled between her legs and licked her swollen, used pussy while Marcus watched. She tasted like him. She came again on my tongue, thighs clamped around my head. After that night it became regular. She'd text Marcus on weekends and sometimes during the week. Sometimes she made me watch from the corner. Sometimes she made me hold her legs open while he fucked her. She loved riding him reverse cowgirl so I could see every inch disappearing inside her. She'd reach down and spread her pussy lips so I could watch her clit throb while she ground on that black cock.
One night she brought a second guy home. Tyrone. Even thicker. She sat on Marcus's lap facing me, his cock buried in her ass, while Tyrone fucked her pussy. She was stretched and dripping, moaning that she was their slut, their cumdump. They took turns filling both holes until she was leaking down her thighs. When they finished she made me fuck her while their cum was still inside. It was sloppy and loud and she came twice before I did, calling me her good little cleanup boy.
She never stopped wanting it. Some nights she'd come home from work already texting them, strip in the living room, and ride whoever showed up first on the couch. I'd sit in the chair and stroke while she begged for deeper, harder, more. She loved when they slapped her ass and called her a black-cock whore. She loved when they made her squirt all over the floor. She loved telling me afterward how nothing else compared.
Last weekend she had both of them again. She spent an hour on her knees alternating between their cocks, drooling and gagging, mascara running. Then they laid her on the bed and took turns pounding her until she was a shaking, cum-filled mess. When they left she pulled me on top of her and whispered, "Feel how loose they left me." I slid in easily. She wrapped her legs around me and told me she loved me, but her pussy belonged to them. I came inside her while she smiled and said, "Good boy. Now lick it out."
She still loves black sex. She still loves making me watch, making me taste, making me understand exactly how much she needs it. And every time she texts them again, I get hard knowing I'm next in line to clean up after.
