Big Black Cock: My First and Favorite Hookup

Bad boy cravings led to my first and biggest cock ever.

Big black cock was my first hookup and my first fuck, ever. I always had a soft spot for the bad boys and the athletes, the college all-stars and the handsome dread-heads. Teachers made a habit of sitting the “bad boys” next to me, too. And this caused my steamy, slow-burning passion for big cocks and black men, which I still hook up with to this day. And I’ve had a few other boyfriends in between, but I always end up sexting my favorite… The one I hooked up with during college. It all went down one late night at a local club. I had a boyfriend at the time, but I hadn’t fucked him yet… And things were on the rocks, to be honest.

It’s easy to say that he wasn’t my type back then. He was fun to play with, and I even indulged some of his secret kinks, a little erotic pegging and domination. And I LOVE that and a kinky roleplay to spice things up, but I was still on my search for a real man. I didn’t know my search would lead me straight to big black cock. And it all happened the night that I went dancing with my friends. A girl’s night out: every taken man’s nightmare. I’d dumped him before the start of the night. So when I got dressed up and ready to go out, I looked hot and single. Firstly, I wore a little red dress that flaunted every curve, and my red lipstick and long dark hair added to the look. Then I went out that night to get fucked.

A girl’s night out, a pack of horny women, and a big black cock (or many!)

The night started with a bang. The bang of a bottle of champagne, which kinda sprinkled over me and my dress. I giggled, and I started wiping it off when someone tapped me on the shoulder, offering their help. As I turned to look, one of the football players from school was there with a few of his friends. The perfect merger: the girls’ night out, and the boys out drinking. Before long, we were dancing, with his hands wrapped around my waist. I could feel the bulge of his big black cock against me, and my curiosity bloomed. All the while, my phone buzzed angrily in my purse… My ex-boyfriend is trying to apologize and win me over. It was a little too late: I had a new obsession.

We ended up at his place before any of the others went home. A few after-party drinks, and I was all over him… And he picked me up like I was light as a feather, setting me down on the kitchen counter. That move alone made me SO fucking horny. I loved the way his hands gripped my thighs and his lips kissed my neck. He left hickeys and marks everywhere, claiming what was his. What if my “new” ex saw me tomorrow, covered in kisses like this? Did he know I was out that night? Did he know Marcus was pulling me so close that I could feel his cock against me? Fuck! Why was it so big and so tempting? I couldn’t resist, I had to see it. I had to pull his zipper open, his pants down, and his big black cock out…

My pussy was so wet for him.

The second his cock rubbed against my panties, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I’d told my ex-boyfriend that I wasn’t ready, that I wanted to wait, that I wanted to focus on college… And all at once, those inhibitions came crumbling down with one passionate kiss. With a set of strong hands tracing my hips and pulling my little lace panties down. His fingers brushed over my pussy, and he had me taste them. Delicious. I was dripping wet in anticipation of that big black cock, and nothing could change my mind, even the rampant buzzing of my phone ringing in my purse.

How do you think he fucked me?… Call me.

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