She spotted him the second she walked into the bar, tall and broad with skin like dark chocolate and a bulge already pressing against his jeans. Emily was twenty-four, blonde, and had spent months watching interracial porn, touching herself while imagining exactly this. Tonight she was done imagining. She pushed through the crowd, ordered a shot, and told him straight up she wanted his black cock inside her white pussy before the night ended.
He didnt waste time with small talk. His name was Marcus. They left after one drink. The second the apartment door shut behind them he had her against the wall, tongue in her mouth, big hands yanking her dress up over her ass. You want this black dick, white girl? he growled. She nodded, already soaking through her panties. He ripped them off, shoved two thick fingers into her cunt and pumped hard. Fuck, youre tight. Gonna stretch this pretty pink hole wide.
Emily dropped to her knees, unzipped him, and pulled out the thickest cock shed ever seen. Dark, veined, heavy, already leaking. She licked the head, tasted salt, then opened wide and took as much as she could. Marcus grabbed her hair and fucked her throat, pushing until she gagged and spit ran down her chin. Thats it, suck that black cock like you were made for it. She moaned around him, one hand between her legs rubbing her clit.
He pulled her up, bent her over the couch, and drove into her in one thrust. Emily screamed at the sudden fullness. His cock felt endless, spreading her open, hitting deep. He fucked her hard and fast, skin slapping, her pale ass rippling every time he bottomed out. Look at that white pussy swallowing black dick, he said, pulling out to slap her ass then slamming back in. She came fast, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around him.
They moved to the bedroom. Marcus laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and slid in slow this time so she could feel every inch. He watched his dark shaft disappear into her pink folds. You love this, dont you? She nodded, eyes glassy. He picked up speed again, pounding her until the headboard banged the wall. Her tits bounced, nipples hard. He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth while his cock kept driving.
Emily begged for more. He flipped her onto all fours, grabbed her hips, and railed her from behind. One hand reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. Come on this black cock again, white girl. She did, screaming into the pillow, juices running down her thighs. Marcus didnt stop. He kept fucking through her orgasm until she was limp and whimpering.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and straddled her chest. She opened her mouth and he stroked his cock over her face. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue, her lips, her cheeks. She swallowed what she could, licked the rest off his shaft while he groaned.
They rested maybe ten minutes before he was hard again. This time he took her on the floor, her legs over his shoulders, pounding deep enough to make her see stars. He talked the whole time, filthy and direct, telling her how good her white cunt felt wrapped around his black dick, how he was going to fill her up. When he came inside her she came again, clenching around him, taking every drop.
By morning they were still at it. Marcus had her riding him, her small white hands on his broad chest, hips rolling while he squeezed her ass and told her she was made to take black cock. She came twice more before he flooded her again. They showered together after, soapy hands sliding over skin, and he fucked her one last time standing up, water running down their bodies while she begged him not to stop.
Emily left with sore thighs, a satisfied smile, and his number. She already knew shed be back for more.
