I am a hotwife with an attractive but unusual fetish: I love being tied up, chained to my bed, kept on my knees with my head held down, and then fucked hard and rough from behind. Doggy style is my favourite position, and I am in awe of any black god who knows how to make me cum in that position.
Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy fucking in other positions. Doggy-style, however, is the one that gets my boiling pumping. It gets my cum juices gushing, and as long as I’m with an adept stud who knows what I want and how to give it to me, then I’m all in for the ride. And when I say ‘stud’, you ought to know whom I’m referring to — black men; white boys don’t fucking cut it for me. I’m married to one white boy already who’s worthless in bed and knows it; the last thing I want is another wasting my time.
Black men are fantastic and utterly amazing in and out of the bedroom. Any black man is welcome in my home — in my bed — as long as he’s got a terrific cock and isn’t afraid to use it on a craven BBW whore such as myself.
I crave sex as most big and beautiful woman of my size would. I can stay indoors for an entire week as long as I’m not starved of a good dick, whether it’s multiple black men or any of my fabulous choice of lovers deciding to come by for a nightcap, it matters none to me.
BRING THE DICK, IS ALL I WANT!
I love it when a bull humbles me: puts me in my submissive place, lets me know who’s the boss in the bedroom, and then gets to fuck me however he wants. The wilder, the better, which is why I loved being tied up or bound. My husband loves it, too. He loves standing beside the bed in his briefs, watching other men fuck me in his presence. He loves it when the men laugh at him. They tell him what a worthless piece of shit he is for not being capable of handling a big and sexy woman like me. I remember one bull telling him that he would come over every Saturday to fuck me and that my husband should always keep a cold beer waiting before he arrives. The bull kept his word, and so did my pathetic husband.
Not every black bull is a winner, though. It’s not unusual to encounter a bull who can’t keep up with my insatiable hunger. Some bulls are more efficient at making me cum with their tongue as opposed to their cock; other bulls enjoy me riding them than wanting to slam me from behind. I have no qualms with that, either. I do love to ride black cock. I love it when they paw and caress my massive butt while I’m gasping and twerking on their shaft. Sometimes, I settle on my haunches while they work their hips, fucking me fast and hard.
It gets better when he grabs me by my waist, tenses up, and empties his sac of balls inside my cunt.
Oh, it’s such a terrific feeling having their balls slap against my clit whenever I’m in that position. I get to grab their shoulders or rest my hands on their torso and beg them not to stop. I plead with them not to fucking stop feeding me their huge dick.
It’s good to ride a black cock; it’s fantastic, however, to get pounded by one from behind.
I love it when they smack my booty, pull my hair, reach forward and squeeze my giant titties . . . even better when they lean further and bite on my ear lobe, telling me how sweet they love my pussy, and a hundred more dirty stuff.
The best is when they get the clever idea of reaching between my thighs to massage my clit. That makes me wild and makes me cum faster than you can whisper my name. My body starts to rumble like an earthquake happening inside my gut. The rumble gets me moaning and whimpering loud. That’s when I get to jerking my butt backwards harder, wanting more and more of that black dick to crush my womb. Sometimes my husband comes to my aid and grabs my hand. He knows it when I’m about to climax and loves being around for that.
If the bull is an intelligent dude, he gets to quicken his pace, and I get to love the feel of his cock and balls stretching my cunt lips and slapping harder against my labia. It gets better when he grabs me by my waist, tenses up, and empties his sac of balls inside my cunt. Yes, I love being bred. I love the feel of that first spurt of cum as it shoots inside my womb, filling me up in ways that no white boy ever can. My husband loves it as he then gets to have me lie on my back and clean every droplet of cum off my pussy. Sometimes he gets to clean the bull’s cock if they allow; sometimes, we both get to suck cock together and lick each other’s face when we’re done.
Several days ago, on a Saturday, a bull once approached me when I was at a nearby Whole Foods store. He’d noticed him when I was at the fruit aisle but thought nothing serious about him; my husband was beside me and he noticed nothing, as he usually didn’t. It wasn’t until after I’d paid for my stuff and was about to leave the shop that the man came by and introduced himself. He was handsome and highly confident about himself — a quality I love in black men. He said he’d noticed the ‘Queen of Spades’ anklet I had on my leg, which compelled him to ask me out on a date.
We exchanged numbers, and told him to give me a call. We shook hands, and he told me he would do that. My husband asked if I knew the fella from before; I told him not to bother asking dumb questions and for us to head home.
The man’s name was Eric, and he called as promised. He said he would be free on Monday; I told him no problem and gave him my address. I spent that evening waxing my legs and later got my husband to shave my pussy for me; that’s one of his favourite menial jobs he’s always anxious to fulfil. It was too bad he would be at work when Eric came by; I kept that to myself, knowing he would feel hurt if he found out.
Monday arrived, and Eric called around noon to say he was on his way; I told him I was waiting. I wore my favourite lingerie and was ready when he knocked at my door. I welcomed him inside and wasted no time getting to know him in my very own special way. I led him to my bedroom, sat on the bed, unzipped the fly of his jeans, and got to sucking his cock as I was meant to do whenever I was in the midst of a black king. He was very appreciative of my welcoming action and grabbed my head, urging me to keep sucking him.
Eric drew closer and introduced his cock into my vagina. I groaned and squealed and jerked my buttock backwards.
I finished getting Eric hard and then helped him to get out of his clothes. I told him what I wanted him to do to me: I presented him with a pair of handcuffs, and he knew right away what he was meant to do. Eric got me to kneel on the bed and cuffed my wrists behind my back. I bent forward, sticking my massive butt into the air.
He ripped my panties off me and ate my pussy from behind.
I loved the wet feel of his tongue and couldn’t stop squirming.
But I wanted his cock more — he had the right size, and I was itching to see him use it on me.
Eric drew closer and introduced his cock into my vagina. I groaned and squealed and jerked my buttock backwards. He slapped my butt and told me he was in charge.
He eased in and out of my cunt. My pussy farted repeatedly — that indicated that I wanted more of his girth. I balled up my fists, unable to move my arms, as he got busy tearing into me. He upped his pace and got to fucking me harder. I loved it; he was everything I wanted in a strong black man!
Eric fucked me hard, steady, and later, as I thought I was getting used to his girth, he got to fucking me faster. I groaned and bit down on the bedsheets. He grabbed my hair and yanked my face off the bed. I gasped as he jammed his entire dick inside my pussy and began rotating his hips, stretching every corner of my hole.
He breathed into my ear. He told me that he was about to cum.
I moaned and told him to cum inside me. I was happy he hadn’t bothered about wearing a condom — I wanted everything he had to give me.
Eric groaned and quickened his pace. I moaned in unison as I felt his cock expanding inside my cunt. Eventually, he released himself seconds after I reached my own climax.
It was such a terrific union we made; too bad my husband wasn’t there to witness it. We fixed a date before the weekend. I told him to bring some clothes because I intend to have him for the night.
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