I was thinking of my husband, Mark, as I sank to my knees in front of Jackson. His long, dark, slowly elongating meat was staring me in the eye, and I couldn’t wait to taste it. A small drip of pre-cum was beginning to fall from the head, so I quickly leaned forward and caught it on my tongue. I closed my eyes and savored the sweet taste. Black men taste so much better than white men.

Leaning forward, I welcomed his pulsating head into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his glorious black shaft, I slid as far down as I could, gagging a little. His hand on the back of my head pushed farther and farther, and it made me feel like his good little girl. There is something about black men that makes me want to serve them so much more than white men. When I suck my husband off it is just a chore to make him fall asleep. With Jackson, or any of the many black men that fill me with cum, I feel like a slave lovingly worshiping my master.

As I sucked Jackson deep into my throat, sliding my tongue along the veins of his huge cock, I gently rolled his balls around in my hand. They are gigantic and heavy, probably twice the size of any white man I’ve been with.

“That’s it baby, take it,” Jackson says to me, his voice deep and authoritative.

I pop his cock out of my mouth and look up at him with big, puppy dog eyes. “Can you put it in me now, sir? Please?”

“What if your bitch of a husband comes home? I ain’t going home like this,” he said, gesturing at his 9-inch erection.

“He can just sit and watch. Please sir, I want you so bad. You know he can’t give me what you can…he’s just a little white boy that pays the bills.”

Jackson stroked his chin and smiled. Without saying a word, he leaned down and hoisted me over his shoulder. He carried me down the hall (I barely made it past the front door before I started sucking his dick) and into my bedroom. He knows the layout well.

Throwing me down onto my bed, I let out a scream of delight. I flipped onto my stomach and arched my back, presenting myself to my black stallion. His smooth, long finger entered my pussy and sent shivers of pleasure rippling through me. Another finger followed, and I was writhing on the bed.

“Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!” I yelled, not caring if the neighbors heard.

His cock head pressed against my opening, and even through my lust and excitement I had to tell myself to relax. Being a black man, his cock was naturally about twice the girth of my husband’s. At the end of the day, no amount of money or years spent in a relationship can compare to getting fucked by a big black cock. Jackson owns me.

He started pumping furiously, and I had to bite Mark’s pillow to stop from screaming. The pleasure was like nothing else, and I was shaking with orgasm after orgasm, twitching around his giant pole as he pounded away.

“Oh shit, what the fuck,” I heard Jackson say as his dick slid out of my pussy.

Mark was standing in the doorway, mouth agape. I think he was caught between being furious and intimidated; Jackson was about a foot taller and thickly muscled.

I looked him dead in the eye. “Put your cock back in me,” I said to Jackson. He shrugged and started fucking me harder than before.

“Oh God, fuck me!” I yelled, as Jackson grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. I loved being bred like a dog.

Finally, I could feel his dick become engorged and his breathing quicken. “Don’t you fucking look away, bitch!” I screamed at Mark. He was caught so off guard that he just stood there and stared while a black man gave his wife more pleasure than he ever could.

Jackson blasted rope after rope of cum deep inside me, and I gave out a long moan. I collapsed onto the bed as my black love slipped out from inside me. I stayed there for a moment, ass in the air, completely satisfied. I eventually turned around and took Jackson back inside my mouth, cleaning off all the pussy juice. I slurped on his black cock for an extra minute or two.

On shaky legs, I walked over to my stunned husband as Jackson slipped into our bed. “Sleep on the couch tonight, and have breakfast ready in the morning for me and my man.”

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