My eyes flickered briefly toward the silhouette moving rhythmically, but all attention quickly returned to Tom. He lay beneath me, his impressive erection aimed toward the ceiling, a satisfied smile playing across his lips. I craved the feeling of him inside me.
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I climbed up the bed, trailing my hands along his body until I reached his undeniable prize. Just as I was about to lower myself onto him, he stopped me with a firm command, “Turn around—I want to see that delicious ass bounce.”
Entranced, I obeyed, spinning around and guiding his thick shaft to align with my wet pussy. Sitting down on him, I welcomed the first half eagerly despite its girth, thicker than any I’d ever encountered. But the second half was a different story. I rose and fell in a steady rhythm, pushing to take more of him inside. He was enormous, easily twice the size of my husband—whose cock I hadn’t replaced in two decades—and my moans grew deep and fervent. His large hands gripped my ass cheeks, forcing me down, and suddenly something inside me broke free.
I slid down fully, enveloped by a cock that reached places I’d never before known. Breathless, my moans echoed around the room while I adjusted to this new sensation—then it became incredible. I needed this desperately.
My hips moved in time with his measured thrusts, pleasure rising with every motion. His strong hands encouraged me, up and down, up and down, as I felt my pussy stretching and adapting to his size. “Yeah, your sexy, white ass takes my cock so damn well now. I’m gonna show you what a real man can do to a slut like you!”
Suddenly he lifted me clear off his towering length and dropped me back onto the bed. Face pressed into the mattress, ass high in the air, he rose behind me, cock in hand, admiring my exposed curves—my pussy and ass laid bare to the mightiest weapon I’d ever encountered. We exchanged smiles before he plunged deep in one powerful stroke. I knew at that moment I’d never be the same.
He fucked my once-tight pussy with fervor and authority, claiming me thoroughly. His hands slapped and squeezed my pale ass, leaving a mosaic of red marks and prints across my skin. All I could do was surrender to the rising wave of ecstasy. Feeling it build, he quickened his pace, fucking with increasing intensity. My resistance melted away as orgasm tore through me, uncontrollable and wild. My pussy gushed freely, wetness pooling beneath my knees—a sensation I’d never experienced before.
Standing back, he admired the art of his conquest—how he’d broken yet another white wife. “Now it’s my turn, you naughty white slut. Tell me what you want!”
“I want your black cock inside me again. I need it—I want every bit you’ve got.” He smiled, flipped me onto my back, and drew me close to bed’s edge. Sliding my legs over his shoulders, he pressed deep inside, folding me in half. The new angle allowed even deeper penetration, and my moans grew louder than before.
He moved slowly at first, pistoning in with deliberate strokes. “I’m going to breed this pussy slut. Want that?”
“Yes, please, yes,” I moaned breathlessly. “I want all of you.”
Building momentum, he gripped my breasts firmly, and I returned the favor by teasing his nipples and massaging his balls. His groans grew deeper and louder, matching mine as we moved together in rhythm. Pleasure surged anew, another orgasm blossoming within me. His balls tightened in my hand—a sure sign he was coming.
He exploded inside me, filling me with a fullness unlike any before. “Yes, my married white slut, take a real man’s cum,” he whispered fiercely. The warmth ignited yet another shattering climax for me, sending me over the edge one last time that night.
Collapsing atop me, he let his softening cock slip free only after resting a while. Breathless, we basked in the aftermath. Tender kisses trailed along my neck as he nuzzled close, then rolled onto his side beside me. “This has to be one of my favorite business trips,” he murmured. “Sorry I have to leave early for a meeting, but if I could stay, I’d definitely want more of you. I’m back in town next week with a friend. Interested in meeting up?”
I smiled and nodded, heart pounding. He left his card, telling me to reach out. Dressing quickly, he returned for a deep, lingering kiss—twisting my nipples as he pulled away. “I’ll see you soon,” he promised, then turned and walked out the door.