I walked into the bar looking for trouble and found him staring at me like he already owned my ass. Big Black guy, maybe six-five, thick arms, shaved head, sitting alone with a drink. Our eyes locked and I knew right then I was going to be his bitch that night. No small talk, no games. He stood up, walked over, and said, "You coming with me?" I nodded and followed him out to his truck.
The second the door shut he grabbed my jaw and shoved his tongue down my throat. His hand went straight to my crotch, squeezing my cock through my jeans until I moaned. "Get that mouth on my dick," he ordered. I leaned over and unzipped him. His cock was already hard, heavy, and dark, thick veins running down the shaft. I opened wide and took the head in, tasting salt and skin. He pushed my head down until I gagged, then held me there. "That's it, bitch. Swallow that Black dick."
I worked him sloppy, spit running down his balls while he drove one-handed. Every time I tried to come up for air he forced me deeper. My own cock was leaking in my pants. When we reached his place he dragged me inside by the shirt and bent me over the kitchen table without turning on the lights. He ripped my jeans down to my knees and spit on my hole. One thick finger pushed in, then two, stretching me fast and rough.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled. "Gonna turn this white ass into my personal pussy." He lined up and shoved the head of his cock inside me. I cried out at the burn but he didn't stop. Inch after inch sank in until his heavy balls pressed against me. He started pounding right away, deep and hard, the table scraping across the floor with every thrust. My hole stretched around that fat Black cock, taking every inch like it was made for it.
He flipped me onto my back on the table, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. Sweat dripped off his chest onto mine. "Say it," he demanded. "Tell me you're my bitch." I gasped the words between moans. "I'm your bitch. Fuck me harder." He did, slamming in so deep I felt it in my gut. His hand wrapped around my throat, not choking but owning. My cock bounced untouched, dripping onto my stomach.
He pulled out and made me suck him clean, then bent me over the couch. This time he took his time, long slow strokes that made me beg. When he started fucking faster again he reached around and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts. I came first, shooting all over the cushions while my ass clenched around him.
He kept going, using my hole until he growled and unloaded deep inside me, hot cum flooding my guts.
We didn't stop there. He took me to the bedroom and fucked me on all fours, then on my side, then riding him while he slapped my ass red. Every position he reminded me I was his bitch now. By the time he filled me a second time I was shaking, hole sore and leaking his load. He pulled me against his chest afterward, still buried inside me, and said, "You come back tomorrow night. Same time." I just nodded, already knowing I'd be there, ready to take whatever he gave me. That first night turned into every night after. I was his bitch, and I loved every raw, dirty second of it.
