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The text comes, and I'm out the door. He has this power over me, this control that I cannot shake. My heart and my cock throb in unison, my mind focused on speeding through the night to him. A simple text and I was out the door before he could send the come over text. This is how it is with us, how our relationship. He texts. I come. He cums.
I lie to myself, after each encounter, that this will be the last time. I will not be at his beck and call for some ass. I would stop being his secret sin, his private fetish, his greatest shame. I would steel myself. I would free myself from the hold he has on me... like an addict, I would be there again for him. Finding myself standing at his door, like I was going to be tonight.
I obey his wishes, his demands, parking around the corner so no one knows I am here for him. I steady myself at the door, pushing through the open door, locking it behind me. This is our thing, our scene. I strip at the door. I follow the sounds of soft R and B. He's in his favorite spot for our little dates, sitting in the love chair facing the television, illuminated by the light of muted porn.
His mahogany skin is a sharp contrast to my own tanned white skin. He's dressed, as always, in his oversized boxers. I admire his toned runner's build. At six foot, I stand a good eight inches over him. He might be one thirty, with ten pounds hidden by his brand name boxers. "Come on baby." His low menthol tone broke my haze. "He misses you. Why don't you give him a kiss?"
I fall to my knees, fishing out his slap of meat. His nine inch beast is already salivating for me. My lips stretch across his cut mushroom top, tasting his salty sweetness. "That's it baby, make love to that black man cock." He runs his hands through my short black hair encouragingly. I swallow him down expertly, my nose nestled in the fabric of his boxers.
My tongue snakes around the mouthful he is feeding me. My hands move up his thin legs as the fever lust takes over. He is mine once again, for however short it maybe. I groan and moan as expertly massage him down my throat. "You like that black boy dick, don't you?" He asks. I moan my affirmative as I bob up and down. I know this whole thug act is just that, but I won't ruin it for him.
He stands up, I fall back to on my ankles. I'm forced to look up at him while I grab his boxers and pull them down without having being told so. He nods his head and I impale myself on his cock once more. Now I am allowed to reach around with my hands and feel those tight toned glutes. I take each handful and pull him into me, forcing him to fuck my throat.
His balls slap against my chin as I force him to thrust into me. I gag myself on his thick cock, drown in his precum, while I savor the taste of him in my mouth. My nose buries into his trimmed curly pubes. I rut there for a moment, my hands firmly gripping his tiny yet plump ass, his cock wedged down my throat. He lets out a moan, gripping my head, more for stability than force. I pull him back, allowing only the tip to linger so my tongue can flick over the slit. This elicits a low groan from him, a rare sound from him.
I continue pumping him into my throat, teasing his tip between thrusts. His legs tremble with the physical joy I'm shooting through him. I can read his body almost as well as I can read min. Without a word, I do as he asks, pulling off his cock with a noisy wet slurp. I press his cock up against his belly. His ample balls dangle before me, taunting me with their content.
I take both into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue, giving each their own special attention. His hand fists my hair, holding me willingly there. I fondle the precious orbs with my tongue. He may own them, but tonight they are mine. His pleasure, my joy. I let loss a low hum of pleasure, vibrating his balls in my mouth. He gasps at my new little trick. Both hands are not fisted in my hair. My free arm goes around his thighs, to prevent him from falling as his knees buckle.
He pulls me back from his balls, the wet plop audible over the low music. He gives me that lustful grin. He pushes me back to the small mattress he has laid on onto the floor for us. I lay back naked. He stands over me naked, towering over me with that hot black monster dick swaying freely. I spread my legs, as he lowers himself onto me. He takes my hands and guides them above my head.
He gives me a rare treat. His lips press to mine, I part mine, allowing his tongue to slip in. Our tongues dance an intricate tango, with me following his lead. He brings his right hand down, my arm, slowly, down the underside of my arm to my side, his finally trimmed nails scraping me lightly, sending tiny bolts of orgasmic pleasure through me.
He breaks the kiss, and looks me in the eye. He's got a deviousness I know all too well. Not many can play my body, and I was now in the hands of an expert. He trails his tongue from my mouth to my neck. I cry in bliss. I buck up against him, but he holds me down. He draws small circles over my neck before going down lower to my left nipple.
My body writhes while I cry and plead with my moans and whimpers. He holds me still, the best he can, ignores my pleas, and darts his tongue across my nipple. He pulls back, briefly, allowing me to calm down. Then he's on the right doing the same thing. I nearly buck him off me, but he's an expert rider and won't be thrown.
He begins kissing his way down my stocky torso, his hands gently stroking my sides. I'm in for real treat from him tonight. His right hand goes to my balls, stroking them gently. He kisses the tender patch of skin about my cock. While I tower over him in height, he towers over me in cock. He moves my firm six inches to the side, while he continues to kiss me down to my base.
He admires my cock for a moment, then starts his way up my shaft, flicking and kissing it as he makes his way up to the fat mushroom tip. He swirls his tongue around, playing with it, licking my shaft up and down like a lollipop. He doesn't suck my cock often, but when he does, he is magnificent. He takes the tip in his mouth then he's got me all the way in. He works my cock like no one else can.
"Fuck me." I whisper softly, begging, pleading for him to enter me like he has so many times before. He ignores me. This is his ride, and he'll drive it as he sees fit. I know what he wants to hear, but I am reluctant to give it to him, to give him that power. He pulls off my cock and licks the shaft slowly up and down. I can't stand it anymore. "Please."
He gives me a wry grin. He flips me on my stomach. He grabs a condom and sheathes himself expertly. He preps me with a hidden bottle of lube before slicking himself up. He position his cock in the cleavage of my ass and lays down on me. He grinds teasingly against my ass, I'm pushing back trying to get him in. He bites my shoulder, careful not to leave a mark as I get him poking at my hole. Two more humps and he's busting past my seal. I gasp. He gasps.
He slowly slides into me. No matter how many times I take him, I always need time to adjust to his firm rod. It doesn't take long for him to slide all the way in. He settles there a moment, allowing me to feel him in me. He strokes my hair, knowing I'm needing the comfort. He hears my low sigh and slowly rotates his hips. He gauges me, before he begins. His fucking is a planned yet random. He's thrusting, circling his hips, bouncing himself off my fat ass. The music is drowned out. I clutch the mattress. He's sending the euphoric sensations through my body.
He's picking up speed. His marathon stamina is kicking in as flesh hits flesh. I bite down on the mattress, trying not to disturb the neighbors as he flattens me into mattress. He lets out a muffled grunt. He pulls out of me and turns me over onto my back. He raises my legs, pushing them back against my chest. I wrap my arms around my thighs, helping him bend me in half.
He positions himself and spears me in one thrust. I yelp, but he continues. He's long dicking me. Slowly entering then dragging out. He throws in a few hard thrusts for good measure. I know my hole is puffy from the assault but I don't care. He can abuse my hole however he likes. Now he's doing short little quick thrusts. I know he's getting close.
Soon he's jack rabbiting me. His face contorts with concentration. Beads of sweat form on his brow. He's close. Real close. I can feel him swell in me. Suddenly he bucks and he's pushing my legs further back as his cock spasms in me. He fills the latex to capacity as he always does. He shudders as the last remnants leave him. He pulls out, tossing the condom aside. He lets go of my legs, allowing him to collapse onto me.
I hold him as he recuperates. I kiss the top of his head. I stroke his back, feeling the defined muscles. He wiggles his hips a bit. My cock is still rock hard between us. He regains himself and slides to my left side. "Shoot more me." I grip my sweet and precum coated cock and stroke it while he watches. His finger circles my left nipple before he turns my head to his. A second treat. A long passionate kiss. I'm shooting. My frenzied screams of orgasm muffled by his mouth.
He cups my face and continues the kiss while I come down. My eyes are half lidded as the remaining drops drip from me. He coddles me in these moments, stroking my face. I look into those warm sad brown eyes. "You're so fuckin sexy, baby." We don't know each other's real names after three years. He lays his head on my chest and I pull him close.
We lay there, for a bit, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. We finally break to clean ourselves up before returning to the comfort of each other's bodies on the mattress. We talk, like old lovers. I want him to be mine, but he will not. I finally get up, dressing to head home at the late hour. At the door, I hug him, kissing him on the cheek before he opens it and makes sure no one is watching.
I leave, fulfilled and dejected. "I won't do this again." I repeat to myself over and over again. My phone buzzes. "That was fantastic. I can't wait to do it again." I smile softly to myself. I know he'll text again till he doesn't. I'll always come over till I don't. I look at the message. "I love it when you fuck me. I can't wait till the next time." I start my car and head home.
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