1. How I became a black cock slut


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Interracial Sex, Author: Roxyblack, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    For some reason I glanced at the screen and saw the woman with the strapon slamming balls deep over and over again as the chick with the huge tits (like mine) had her melons shaken back and forth. I noticed Glenn looking at the screen too. I bit back my pain and looked calmly over my shoulder at him. Then, still looking at him, I took the biggest hit off my cigarette that I have ever taken. I blew some of it out towards him and then, with smoke filled words said, “You going to fuck me with that big cock or what? Don’t you want to see my tits shake?” At this, he snaked one arm around my waist to hold me firm as he started moving the bottle in and out. With each thrust he opened me wider and deeper. Fuck it hurt. It was only pain. What the fuck was wrong, I thought bigger was better?!? “Okay, stop!” I begged. At first he didn’t believe me and kept going. My one rule in sex is that I control it. If I’m not comfortable with something then we just aren’t going to do it (like anal sex, for example). “Stop.” I repeated. Misunderstanding my sincerity to be a mock protest, he shoved the huge bottle deeper. Pain ripped through my body. In reflex, I kicked back at him and caught him square in the face. As he moved back the bottle was ejected and the pain subsided. But there was another feeling that was also immediate: emptiness. Something naughty in me wanted that filled again. But the memory of the pain was just too much. All this happened in the instant before I said, “Shit, Glenn, ...
    I’m sorry.” “Fuck!” he said, “that was so fucking hot!” He wasn’t even thinking about getting kicked in the face. He was only thinking about how hot what we were doing was. “Give me that big cock” I said in my most slutty voice, “your big cock” I said, nodding to the hard, but not now as big as I once thought it to be, dick that was hard and pointing skyward. He moved up behind me and stuck it in. It filled me as always, but now there was a space that had never been there before. We both came pretty quickly and then went to bed (since we both had to work in the morning). I couldn’t stop thinking about that bottle. The next day Glenn suggested that we throw a party for our work colleagues. He said he had already called and arranged for an open bar to be catered. I had never d***k alcohol due to a strict religious up bringing. But, after the pot, my new life left me now wanting to experience it. The very thought of it was a big turn on. I invited everyone at the Chiro office to our planned cookout that Saturday. They all said that they were happy to come. That Friday at the end of the day the pot bag arrived and I cleaned it again (he really liked the way I cleaned the pot-guess it was my college experience: my roommate had been very fussy about her pot and so taught me well!). I cleaned the pot again and we all “smoked up” as they say. This time I felt even more of a rush and my body felt even more alive. Once again the office manager and the doc ended up in his office. I found ...
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