A big black cock rape turned me on.
Big black cock rape sounds absolutely disastrous for my tight little pussy, and it was. I’ve had a craving for big, thick cocks ever since that fateful night. See, I love going out. When I was in college, I started going out almost every single weekend, if not every single night. I had a little blonde bi friend named Lizzie, who loved to hit up every party under the sun. She was my guide to the entire downtown city area and all the clubs and afterparties within it. She also served as my guide to all the fuckbuddies and friends with benefits that I could make during those parties.
For starters, Lizzie loved threesomes. So she was always actively trying to find something for us to get into. She loved seducing guys, and sometimes even other girls. She was a firecracker, and I was always right along for the ride with her. That’s why I followed her along to a frat party that was closer to the hood. We were far from the college dorms, and we didn’t care. They promised us tons of drinks, weed, a good fucking time. So we ended up on the west side of the city without a care in the world, deep in a huge house full of other college girls and plenty of black guys.
It was a party out of control.
If you could compare it, I’d say a smaller version of the Project X house party disaster. The house even had a pool, despite being on the west side of town. I came to realize it was such a fancy, misplaced house because a drug dealer owned it. Not just any drug dealer, either. His name was Leo or Big Lion. Lizzie told me he was a huge distributor and always showed off with every party. We were his eye-candy all afternoon until he decided to whisk us away upstairs. He stole me from Lizzie first, taking me into his room. I knew he wanted to fuck, though I wasn’t going to at the time. I was going to suck his cock for starters and see if I could make him cum hard so that I could go back to the party downstairs.
He had other plans. As I wrapped my lips around his cock, he ripped my panties off, putting his fingers to work as he played with me. I squirmed and squirmed. I didn’t want to fuck him, but his fingers felt amazing. The more he played with me, the harder his cock got. He finally reached his breaking point. After all the teasing, he couldn’t take it anymore. He whisked me around without a care in the world, even when I set a hand on his chest and told him to stop. He pounded his cock into me without a moment’s notice. It completely stretched me out. The feeling was insane. He’d warmed me up with his fingers, but he’d barely slid in two of them.
I was not prepared for the size.
And I certainly wasn’t ready for a big black cock rape like that. He rammed it into me without a care in the world, pounding and pounding. It mirrored the scene from Game of Thrones, where Khal Drogo rails Daenerys from behind. He was fucking me so rough; I couldn’t even think. It all became instinct. I moaned, groaned, and let out a small whine from time to time when it felt like his cock was going to make me explode. His big black cock rape was tearing me apart; I felt like I could split in two. And god, why did I love it so much anyway? I’d begged him to stop a few times already, but he didn’t. In fact, every time I begged, he’d spank my ass harder. He was absolutely out to destroy me, and he did.
When he came, it was more than just a squirt. It wasn’t a little splurge. It was a gushing waterfall of cum that pumped me full of it. He pumped me full of so much cum that it came squirting out of me at the same time, finding its way out around his cock. When he pulled out, it kept dripping like a waterfall pouring out of me. He didn’t finish there, either. As soon as he finished with my pussy, he moved on to my face to give me the big black facial of my dreams. I haven’t met a good, deep fuck like him ever since. Can you believe that I still crave that big black cock rape? I still text him and have black phone sex with him. I still meet up with him. He gave me a fetish I can’t escape.
