The day my boss, a huge married black man, finally fucked me!

Ever since I started talking about my fascination with black cocks, I feel like I can’t stop. It’s like opening Pandora’s Box, but instead of evils, out come nothing but huge, black dicks.

I have to tell you about another experience, one that made me understand just how good it is to ride a beast like that.

This was a couple of years ago, when I had just turned 20 and was working as a promoter at a liquor store. My boss was… uff. A black man about 6 feet tall, with shoulders that barely fit through doorways, skin like polished ebony, and a presence that could calm even the wildest store. Always impeccable, always respectful. Married, with kids, I knew his wife, a very classy woman who sometimes came to pick him up. And he, such a gentleman, was a good 20 years older than me. But me, being the little bitch that I am, from the very first day I saw him I knew that beneath that clothing and that distant smile, there was a wild bull waiting for his moment.

One Friday, we had a crazy sale. The store was packed, the registers wouldn’t stop ringing, and at the end of the day, to celebrate, they brought out some beers. They went to my head fast. With two other promoters, we started laughing, dancing on a table we had cleared, entertaining some guys who were there. They let themselves be groped, I did too, but while those dudes, all light-skinned or skinny Latin guys, were feeling me up, I could only think about him. About my boss who was in his office, checking the numbers, but whose gaze I had felt on my back all day, heavy and hot.

None of those guys met my expectations, or my needs. Their hands felt like a child’s to me, their eyes, empty. I needed something that would fill me up, that would truly dominate me.

When the party died down, I went to his office to get my paycheck. The door was slightly open. I knocked and went in. He was sitting behind the desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up, those black, muscular forearms making my mouth water. He looked at me, and that look wasn’t the respectful boss anymore. It was dark, intense, loaded with something he’d been holding back for years.

“Good work today,” he said, his voice deeper than usual.

“Thanks,” I replied, and instead of reaching out for the envelope, I moved closer to his desk. I looked him straight in the eyes. “The celebration was good, but… it left me wanting.”

He didn’t flinch. He just leaned back in his chair and spread his legs a little wider. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. I looked down and there it was. Even through his dress pants, you could see a monstrous bulge, an obscene protrusion that promised heaven and hell.

I knelt down. The office floor was cold, but my whole body was on fire. With trembling hands, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper. His black boxers couldn’t contain it. When he freed it, his dick sprang toward my face, hitting me in the mouth. Ahhhhhsssss dear God. It was bigger than I had ever dreamed. Black, thick as my wrist, with veins standing out like cords, and a purple head, huge and dripping. It smelled like a mature man, my mouth watered and my pussy did too.

I grabbed it with both hands and opened my mouth. It didn’t fit. Not even close. But that didn’t stop me. I started sucking it, licking it, trying to at least get the head in. He groaned, this low, guttural thing, and put his huge hands on my head, not to guide me, but to push. “Swallow it all, little slut,” he told me as he pushed.

I almost choked. I felt that mass of black flesh opening my throat, making me tear up, making me gag. But I was so turned on, so sick with lust, that I kept going. He thrust it in and out, me drowning in his salty taste, in his masculine smell, feeling it throb against my tongue. Tears ran down my face, saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t stop. I wanted that milk, I wanted him to use me until he was satisfied.

After a while, he yanked me up. “I want that ass,” he said, and turned me around, pushing me onto the desk. He pulled down my shorts and thong in one motion, and spanked me so hard the sound echoed through the entire office.

“You’re a bad girl who needs punishment,” he growled, and gave me another, and another, until my ass was on fire.

I was like yessss yessss ahhhwwwwsss hit me harder, that’s so good.

I felt the condom, then the pressure of that monstrous tip at my entrance. I was soaked, dripping, but when he started to enter, I screamed. It was like being split open with an axe. He started fucking me, and every thrust moved the desk, banging it against the wall. He grabbed my hips, driving it in to the hilt, and I screamed and moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it drove me crazy.

“Do you like my cock? Do you like being fucked by another woman’s husband?” he asked me, and I could only moan yessss, I love your black cock.

He changed angles and took me in the ass, without warning, and that’s when I saw God. It was brutal, primitive, glorious. I came like a madwoman, screaming his name, and he, with one last bestial thrust, came inside the condom with a groan that came from the deepest part of his soul.

He left me there, trembling, destroyed on top of the desk, my pussy and my ass absolutely wrecked, swollen and sore. He cleaned me up with a tissue, gently, as if he hadn’t torn me apart a minute before. “Go home,” he said, becoming the boss again. “And tomorrow, be on time.”

The next day, I went back. And the next week. And the one after that. Because once you taste a cock like that, from a man like that, there’s no going back. It’s an addiction…