I never planned on getting fucked by a black cock. Married fifteen years to a woman who barely touched me anymore, I told myself I was straight. Then one night at the hotel bar downtown, I locked eyes with Marcus. Tall, broad, skin like dark chocolate, and a bulge that strained his slacks from the second he smiled at me. We talked for twenty minutes before he leaned in and said, I can tell you need a real man to wreck that tight white ass. My dick twitched so hard I almost came in my pants.
I followed him to his room like a dog on a leash. The door clicked shut and he shoved me against it, mouth crushing mine, tongue shoving deep while his big hand grabbed my crotch. Strip, he ordered. I peeled off my clothes, cock already leaking, while he stayed dressed and watched. When I was naked he pushed me to my knees. His zipper came down and that thick black cock flopped out, heavy, veined, nine inches of meat already half hard. Suck it, white boy.
I opened wide and took the head, tasting salt and musk. Marcus grabbed my hair and fed me more, pushing until his cockhead bumped the back of my throat. I gagged but he didnt stop, fucking my face slow and deep while I drooled down my chin. Thats it, married man. Choke on this black dick. My own cock throbbed untouched between my legs.
He pulled out, yanked me up, and bent me over the bed. Spit hit my hole, then two thick fingers shoved inside, stretching me open. Gonna fuck this straight ass till you beg for more. I moaned like a whore when he lined up and pushed. The burn was intense, but the stretch felt so fucking good. Inch after inch of that fat black cock sank into me until his heavy balls rested against mine. He held still, letting me feel every pulse.
Then he started thrusting. Hard, deep strokes that knocked the air out of me. My hands clawed the sheets while he pounded, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Tell me whose cock owns this hole, he growled. Yours, I gasped. Your black cock owns my white husband ass. He laughed low and slammed harder, hitting that spot inside me that made my dick drip onto the floor.
He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. I watched his dark shaft disappear into my stretched pink hole over and over, the sight filthy and perfect. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. He wrapped one hand around my throat and the other around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. Gonna fill you up, boy. Gonna breed that married hole.
I came first, shooting ropes across my stomach while he kept fucking through it. My ass clenched around him and he grunted, burying himself balls-deep. I felt every hot pulse as he unloaded, flooding me until cum leaked out around his shaft. He stayed inside me, rocking gently while we caught our breath.
Later he pulled out and made me lick him clean. Then he fucked me again in the shower, bent over the tiles, slower this time but just as deep. By morning my hole was sore, puffy, and still leaking his load. I went home to my wife with a secret smile and the taste of black cock still on my tongue.
I never planned on it, but now I crave it. Every few weeks I find Marcus or another hung black stud and let them use me like the white husband slut Ive become. Nothing feels better than getting fucked open by a thick black cock while my wedding ring glints on my finger.
