There's nothing better than a fat, black dick!

Hi… Today I’m here to tell you something it has taken me several years and many dicks to prove.

I’m a normal woman, I’m 22, but I feel like I’ve fucked a lot in my short life. My first boyfriend, a preppy boy from my neighborhood and the guy I lost my virginity to, was really bad at giving me dick for a long time, but since I was in love I always thought he was the best. It wasn’t until after we broke up that I knew what a good fuck was, and that was given to me by a Black man with a huge, fat, veiny dick.

The situation itself was delicious, he took me to one of those hotels with mirrors on the ceiling and walls, he fucked me ALL NIGHT, I left there with my pussy red, swollen, and sore, but I had cum so many times I didn’t care. My ass cheeks burned from all the spanks he gave me. But the contrast of his skin, black as night, and me, all petite and flushed… delicious. I never saw him again, but it set a precedent and from then on I only look for men of his type, it doesn’t matter if they’re young or older than me, if he’s not Black and huge, he doesn’t turn me on.

My latest conquest was a bouncer at a nightclub, he fucked me in a maintenance room or whatever it was and it was delicious…

The thing with the bouncer went like this. I saw him from the dance floor, standing there with his uniform tight around those arms of pure Black muscle, looking at everyone with a serious face. But me, the slut that I am, knew that behind that serious look was an animal waiting to be let loose. I went over to ask for a cigarette, any excuse, and when I leaned in for him to light it, the neckline of my dress opened just enough for him to see these tits that were already throbbing just from imagining him on top of me.

He looked at me, not with surprise, but with that male certainty that knows he already has you. “Careful around here, princess,” he said, but his eyes said ‘I’m going to split you in two.’ I played along. “And will you take care of me?” I shot back, biting the cigarette filter. He didn’t say anything, just smiled, a white, perfect smile on that dark face that already had me wet.

Half an hour later, when the club was about to explode, he grabbed my arm softly. “Come,” was all he said. I followed him down a dark hallway, away from the music, to a door that said ‘Maintenance’. We went in. It was a small room, full of buckets and it smelled like bleach. But at that moment, for me, it was the most exciting place in the world.

The moment the door closed, he pushed me against a cold wall. His body, huge and hot, pressed against mine. “Always so bold?” he growled in my ear, while one of his hands was already hiking up my dress and finding my thong, soaked. “Only with those who are worth it,” I gasped, and that was all he needed.

He turned me around roughly, face against the wall, and yanked my thong down. I felt the cold air on my ass, and then the heat of his hands, huge, grabbing my hips. There were no preliminaries, no kisses. Just the sound of his belt unbuckling and the rustle of the condom wrapper. I waited for him, trembling, my pussy throbbing, knowing what was coming.

And then, I felt it. The tip, wide like an egg, pressing against my entrance. Even though I was soaking wet, the size was monstrous. “Relax, girl,” he ordered, and with a firm, brutal push, he put it all in. The scream that came from my throat was muffled by me biting my own arm. He filled me in a way no white guy, no Latino, ever had. It wasn’t just long, it was thick, veiny, and every centimeter that went in opened me up and claimed me.

He started to move, slow at first, each thrust a declaration of ownership. I moaned like a crazy woman, with my face smashed against the cold wall, feeling my ass cheeks slam against his thighs hard as rock. “That’s it… that’s how I like it, daddy… break me,” I begged him, and he responded by fucking me harder, grabbing my hair to yank my head back.

“You like this black dick, huh, slut?” he spat, and his voice was rough, loaded with lust and sweat. “Yes! It’s the best! You’re the best!” I screamed, and he let out a low, bestial laugh, while speeding up the rhythm. The room filled with the sound of our bodies slamming together, my moans, his grunts. With one hand he squeezed a breast, with the other he spanked me, each slap resonated in the small room and sent a new wave of pleasure to my clit.

At one point, he made me kneel in front of him, on the dirty floor. “Suck it, I want to see that white face full of my black dick,” he ordered. I pulled it out of his pants with a tug, and there it was, still covered by the condom full of my juices, huge and throbbing. I took it in my mouth, feeling its thickness stretch my lips, choking me with its size while he pushed my head down. “More, bitch, take it all,” he growled, and I did, with tears in my eyes from the excitement and the intensity.

Then he put me on all fours again, over some boxes. “Now I’m going to give it to you where it hurts the most and you like it the most,” he announced. He spat in his hand and lubricated my other hole. This time the pain was sharper, but the feeling of being so completely invaded, so possessed, drove me insane. He fucked my ass with the same ferocity, and I pushed back against him, wanting more, always more.

We changed position again, and he sat me on a tool bench. He looked me in the eyes while I wrapped my legs around his waist. “How many times have you come, slut?” he asked me, driving it back into my pussy, which already felt sore and wonderfully used. “I don’t know… I can’t count…” I moaned, and it was true, the orgasms had come one after another like waves, small and big, until I couldn’t tell one from the next.

The end came when he, with gritted teeth and the muscles in his neck taut, warned me. “I’m gonna… I’m filling you up, slut.” I could only nod, and I felt the hot spurt of his cum through the condom, while I, clutching his shoulders, had one last, an orgasm that shook me to my toes, screaming his name which I didn’t even know.

We stayed there, panting, him still inside me, both of us covered in sticky, shiny sweat. He lifted me off the bench and gave me a slap on the ass. “Get dressed. I close in ten minutes.”

As if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t rearranged my insides. I got dressed with trembling hands, and as I left the room, he pinched my ass cheek. “Come back whenever you want another dose.”

And believe me, I’ve been back. Several times. Because there’s nothing, NOTHING, that compares to the way a Black man, with a fat, black dick, makes you feel. He uses you, he possesses you, he turns you into his personal slut for the duration of the fuck. It’s a one-way trip. And me, at 22 years old, I already have my ticket bought for life.