I don’t want a BBC, I NEED a BBC

I’m a slut for big black cocks. It cost me my marriage.

Yes, I know that there also big white cocks and I have had a few. Maybe it is the thrill of forbidden interracial sex that adds to the act, but I love being fucked hard by a black man with a big stiff ebony manhood, till he fills me with what feels like a cup of his black seed. I am on the pill. I start coming almost as soon he stretches my white cunt to accept his big chocolate man meat. It is not as socially unacceptable as it once was, but many people still frown on interracial couples, especially a white woman with a black guy.

My name is Gloria. I am a small white, twenty-four-year-old woman. I was married to a very nice and loving white guy that I met in college, but I couldn’t stop myself from spreading my legs for almost any black guy, with a big cock, that wanted to get between them. I even let myself be taken by more than one at a time. The second time my husband caught me, he moved out and filed for divorce. He said he couldn’t put up with me cheating and coming home with my cunt and ass hole stretched out and full of other men’s cum, especially from black men and boys. I miss him, and loved him, but I have to have my big black cocked lovers.

Now I am living alone again. At least once a week I go to a bar, in a part of the city that is mostly black, and hook up. Last night I was feeling horny, so took a shower and freshly shaved my bottom. While I was all soaped up, I took the opportunity to give my clit and fuck hole a good working over, till I had my first orgasm of what I hoped would be many that night.

Standing in front of the full length mirrored closet door, I looked over my small, well-toned body, my snow-white skin and my 32-B tits. I gave my nipples a hard pinch and twist and watched them grow hard. Opening my closet, I picked out a short black skirt that did not go halfway to my knees, and a white mesh see thru blouse. I passed on the panties and bra but did pick out my three-inch red heels. After dressing, I looked at myself again. I was ready for a fun night.

At ten o’clock, I walked into the bar. It looked like a busy night. There were about 20 guys and maybe a dozen women. They were all dressed sexy, like me. Some of them already appeared to be paired up, but I still had a good-looking group to choose from. One had a middle-aged woman, with huge tits, hanging onto him.

I sat at the bar, making sure to select a spot with a vacant stool next to me. Only seconds later, a guy who looked to be in his late thirties sat next to me and asked to buy me a drink.

I looked straight at him and said, “I’m looking to get laid. If you are not at least eight inches and can’t last at least ten minutes, move aside and let someone else take the seat.”

He looked at me with a look that told me that he was surprised at how forward I was. Then he took my hand and putting it on his crotch, told me that he had me covered on both counts. “Then you can buy me a Peachy Keen.”

He slid his hand under my skirt. He smiled, “Somebody forgot to put on her panties.” I told him that my name was Gloria and he said his was Jason.

“I would just have to take them off again. This saves all that time and effort.” I smiled and gave him a kiss. We finished our drinks, and he asked me to have my next drink at his place. He said he would bring me back later. I did not answer. I just got off the stool and took his hand.

We walked out the rear door of the bar, to the parking lot. His Caddy was parked near the back of the lot. When we got to the back of his car, he turned me around and kissed me hard, while giving my tits a firm squeeze and pinching my nipples. I felt him reach down and take himself out of his slacks. Jason used his hand to firmly push me to my knees. “Show me what a good cock sucker you are.”

I have to admit that I don’t really enjoy blowing a big cock. My mouth is stretched so wide to get it in that my jaw hurts, and then almost every guy wants to shove it down my throat. After they have made me gag two or three times, they usually give up. There was one guy that did not. Like it or not, he crammed it down my throat.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and managed to get half of Jason’s well over eight-inch prick in my mouth. It was a real mouthful. I was happy that he enjoyed me sucking his now very big and hard cock, rather than him fucking my mouth. After a couple minutes, he reached down and pulled me up. He bent me over the trunk of his car, pulled my skirt up and jammed himself full depth into my wet cunt from the back. I felt very stretched. He frequently hit bottom. I knew that eventually my cervix would open and give him access to my uterus. It felt wonderful and it was not long before I had my first orgasm. “Oh, fuck yes. I’m coming. Fuck me hard, you big black stud.”

He was right. He could last more than ten minutes. During the twelve to fifteen minutes that he fucked me, two other couples walked past us. They both stopped and looked for a little bit before moving on. Finally, he filled me with a nice load of his warm spunk. He pulled me back down and had me suck his cock clean. I noticed that it remained hard.

He opened my door for me. I saw that he put a towel on my seat. “I don’t want to get cum all over my upholstery.” He pulled out his phone and sent a text to someone. We drove about ten minutes to get to his apartment. During the drive I kept slowly stroking his shaft and he kept one hand on my breast.

We parked in front of his apartment. He put himself back in his pants, and we entered the front door. He closed and locked the door. “We don’t want to be disturbed.” We moved thru the foyer, into the living room. That was when I saw two more naked black men sitting in chairs, stroking their cocks.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that I share my apartment with my brother. This is my brother, Derrick and my and my sixteen-year-old son, Jamal. The three of us are going to show you a real good time.”

Derrick was a bull of a man. I bet he was 6’4” and weighed over 250 pounds. Jamal was a little shorter, very slim and had a shaved head. Jamal had the smallest equipment, but still good sized. I walked over to the two of them, sitting in chairs close to each other. I took one black cock in each hand and moved my mouth back and forth from one to the other. This was definitely going to be a good night.

Jason pulled me up and led me to his bedroom and the king-sized bed. The other two followed behind. For the next three hours, I had all three of my holes fucked, and not gently. There was never a minute that I did not have a cock pounding me, usually more than one. I hope that Jason had a plastic sheet under the cloth one, because there were big puddles of cum that had dripped out of me. I lost count of how many loads I took in my cunt, ass and mouth, as well as how many orgasms I had. I know it was a lot.

Finally, I was almost passed out, and they were also satisfied. I put my clothes on and Jason drive me back to the bar’s parking lot. By the time we got there, he was hard again, and had me give him one last blowjob. He lasted a long time and my jaw ached, when I finally swallowed my last load of the night. Mine was the last car still in the parking lot.

When I got home, I took a long hot bath. Then I got in bed, more sexually satisfied than I had been in months. I slept till noon.
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