Blacked
I went on a date with my regular black lover. No husband, no friends, no others, just me him enjoying each others company. He took me to a lovely cocktail bar where he’d booked a booth. We had drinks together and took the opportunity to have conversation, acting like a couple but if anyone had suspicions, they only needed to see our ring fingers to know.
We shifted deeper into our booth to be seated next to each other rather than opposite. His arm was soon around me and his other on my thigh, he was about to reach higher and so, inviting him, I parted my legs a little. His hand found my bare, married pussy, his fingers feeling my wetness. I was easily excited, as if forgetting where we were, I sunk into him a little, pushing myself against his fingers. It was dark, there was a table blocking people’s view, it felt risk free to let his fingers inside me. As he slowly fingered me, I placed my hand over his bulge, unable to contain my excitement. He growled in my ear, “I’d better get you home”. With that sentiment, he took his fingers away and left me craving more. Only a short walk to his place, I rushed my drink, needing to get out of there.
Back at his place, I took myself upstairs. Moments later he joined me and there I was, already naked, sat on the end of the bed with my legs open and my hand teasingly covering my pussy. He took his big, black cock out and I sunk to my knees. I stroked and sucked his cock as he stood over me, removing his shirt before holding my head in place and pushing. My hands naturally went to his thighs, ready to push against him if need be as he guided more and more cock down my throat. I can’t deep throat him entirely, he’s simply too large but I opened my mouth and took as much as I could, willingly choking on his big dick. Rubbing my pussy as he made my eyes water, his thick, black meat becoming drenched with my saliva, it was impossible not to cough, splutter and drool on my tits as he pulled out.
I flopped to my back on his floor, my legs open, rubbing my pussy as I looked up at him standing over me. I rubbed the saliva on my boobs all over me, my body was shining. He got on his knees between my legs and with one hard push, filled my pussy. I love his size. Right there on his bedroom floor, he let me have it. My legs were open and my knees were up, my arms were wrapped tightly around him, his arms were tight around me, his hips were crashing into me, pounding, driving, slamming me into the hard flooring. I was screaming. He was telling me I could take it. My legs shook, my toes curled, my eyes rolled as I broke into orgasm. He held tight and kept fucking me. My orgasm grew more intense. Multiple orgasms felt like one, long, continuous flow. He pulled out and finished on my stomach.
I lay there on the floor, feeling like I couldn’t move for a while. He gave me a towel to wipe down, gave me water, picked me from the floor and bent me over his bed. I was weak but wanting.
With his hands on my shoulders, he filled me again. Plenty of lube and a long, slow push eased his large cock into my ass. It was so much and I still struggle every time he goes for my bum. I let him fuck me, uncomfortable but pleasurable still, I let him fuck me deep in my ass until it felt too much. Letting him know I couldn’t take much more, he pulled out and returned to my pussy. I was bent over and fucked, fucked as hard as he wanted, screaming in that painful pleasure that comes with allowing such a big, thick shaft to treat me such a way. A few more loud, intense orgasms later and he lunged deep. He held his cock as far inside me as it would fit. The groans from his mouth and the twitches of his cock let me know, he was leaving his seed so deep inside me.
When I eventually got home, the husband new instantly that it had been quite the workout. He joined me for a shower and I told him every detail.
