A fling with my black cock gym trainer.
A black cock gym trainer was all it took to turn me from a faithful girlfriend to a cheating whore. Can you believe how easy it was for him? God, I should have been more faithful and loyal to my boyfriend, but I couldn’t help myself. A big cock called my name, and suddenly I was up for anything, even including a big black cock facial. It’s like my body craved it after I stayed faithful for so long. Even when I was faithful, I couldn’t help myself; I dreamed of cheating and having black phone sex with my exes. unfortunately, still craved a big cock so badly that I bought a big dildo to compensate.
My boyfriend had a small dick, let’s face it. He was a white boy named Brian. His cock would never compare to the big monsters I’d had in the past. Even my black cock gym trainer was a goliath of a cock compared to him. I could even see the outline of his cock sometimes through his sweatpants and basketball shorts. My gym trainer, Deonte, had it all going on. Really, he was huge. Thankfully, I got a peek of it one time when he was helping me up after having me stretch out my thighs. It bulged up against his pants, and the sight of it left me breathless. I wanted to see it in person, not just in his pants.
I wanted to fuck him.
To put it so simply, I wanted to be his little whore. The day I saw how big his bulge was, I yearned for it. I got closer and even brushed my hand against it lightly. I feigned as it happened on accident. However, he knew right from the bat. He knew what I wanted, and he chuckled a little, then placed my hand directly over it again. “You reaching for something?” he asked, and then I blushed. Surprisingly, he called me out on my bullshit so easily; he knew I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck my black cock gym trainer. I had no reservations about that, either. His hand lightly brushed mine along, practically stroking his own cock with my hand.
I couldn’t help myself; I grabbed it. He chuckled again and put his arm around my waist, and he winged me back to his office. First, he shut the door, and I shut the blinds. My little white dick boyfriend could never compete with my black cock gym trainer, and we all knew it. Deonte knew it too, and he didn’t care if my boyfriend was right outside, working out himself. He pushed everything off his desk and tugged me up onto it. As I wrapped my legs around him, he let his hard cock rub against me and my leggings. In seconds, he had my gym leggings off and sprawled on the floor.
He was ready to ravage me.
And I fucking loved it. I wanted it. I craved this black cock gym trainer and all he could give me. He whipped it out of his basketball shorts and tugged my panties off in the same motion. Next, his big hands caressed my hips and thighs and finally slipped the big head in. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. At first, it stretched me out with just the head; he was thicker than my little dick boyfriend too. It wasn’t just a length issue. Every inch he drove into me, I felt it stretch me out. The moans slipped out without a care in the world. I didn’t care if my boyfriend could hear it from the main weightlifting room. God, I didn’t care if he recognized my tone and my moaning. I wanted this huge cock in me.
And I moaned, and groaned, and begged for more. My black cock gym trainer had me screaming as he fucked me Doggystyle on the desk now. What a fucking indulgent adventure. After all this, I still wanted more of him; I craved more of him. His cock throbbed in me greedily, and I was smitten by it. As a result, I would never fuck my little dick white boyfriend again if my gym trainer could fuck me like this. If big black cocks were so forbidden, I didn’t care if I was a cheating whore for them.
