Cuckold role-play after bringing a big black dick home from the club

Cuckold role-play turns to reality after a night out at the club.

I’d already danced a cuckold role-play into my mind already tonight.  The Lift driver pulled up just as the last notes of the club’s bass line faded.   I stepped out into the cool air to sober me up a bit. My girlfriends were already piling into the hired car, laughing like hyenas.  However, I lingered after locking eyes again with Trey.  He was tall, dark, and built like an African God. His sexy smile was all teeth and mischievous.  As he leaned against the club’s brick wall, his arms were crossed over that broad chest. He didn’t need to say a word. Yet, the way his gaze raked over my ebony body, like he was already peeling me out of this tight little dress, told me everything. “Come on, Camille,” his voice a low growl that sent a shiver straight to my panties. “Your friends are waiting.”

I bit my lip, my hands trailing down the front of my dress before I caught myself. There was no need to give away how badly I wanted him. Not yet. The Lift ride was a total blur of laughter and spilled drinks, because all I could focus on was the way Trey’s thigh pressed against mine.   By the time we got to my place, my panties were soaked, and my boyfriend Greg, the poor, unsuspecting white boy I’d been with for the past 8 months, was blissfully asleep upstairs.  Trey didn’t waste time. From the second the front door clicked shut behind us, he had me pressed against the wall. His hands gripped my hips, while his hot mouth was on my neck. “Fuck, Camille,” he moaned. “You’ve been teasing me with that good pussy all night. You gonna let me fuck you now?”

The cuckold role-play was coming to life

Of course, I was.   The cuckold role-play had been played in my mind several times while we danced in the club. I moaned loudly before I could stop myself. “Fuck, yes. But not here, upstairs,” I whispered in my sneaky voice. Trey chuckled darkly as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “Nah. Right here. Right now. I need to taste that pretty pussy first, though.” Before I could protest, he was on his knees with his hands yanking my dress up over my hips. He took his tongue, dragging it through the folds of my ebony pussy with a groan. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he murmured while eating me, his fingers spreading me open. “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” I gasped as he buried his face between my legs, his tongue working me in slow, deliberate circles.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open as he feasted on my ebony pussy like a man starved. “Trey, Oh fuck.” He pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, his lips glistening with my pussy juices. “You like that, baby? You like my tongue in your pussy?” I looked down at him, “Y-yes,” I whimpered, my hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop.” He didn’t, he ate that ebony pussy as if he meant it, his fingers joining his tongue, stretching me open as he worked me toward the edge. My thighs trembled, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled back with a wet pop. “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Bend over the couch. I wanna give you this big black dick doggy style.”

Big black dick doggy-style

I didn’t hesitate. I spun around, braced my hands on the back of the sofa, arched my back, and presented this ebony pussy. The sound of his zipper lowering, followed by the rustle of fabric as he undressed, was loud in the quiet house. A second later, the thick head of his big black cock was pressing against my pussy lips. “Fuck,” he groaned, “You’re tight.” I moaned as he sank into me, inch by thick inch, stretching me open in the best way possible. He pumped my pussy harder and harder, as his balls slapping against my clit with every deep stroke. “That’s it,” he grunted, “Take that dick like a good girl.” I could hear Greg upstairs.  There was a muffled thud, followed by a creak of the floorboards, but I didn’t care.  Not when Trey’s cock was hitting that spot that Greg had not discovered.

“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna cum—” I cried out, my body tensing as the orgasm crashed over me, my walls clenching around his big black cock. Trey groaned, his thrusts turning erratic. “That’s it, baby. Milk this big black dick. Take that cum like a slut.” I was still trembling from my orgasm when I felt him pull out, his cock glistening with my juices. Then he flipped me onto my back on the couch, spreading my legs wide. “Gonna fuck that tight little pussy raw,” he growled, lining himself up and slamming back into me. This was much better than the cuckold role-play that I had running in my mind.  The couch creaked beneath us, while the sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room. I could hear Greg now—sharp intakes of breath, the unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering.

He is watching

My head popped up, and my eyes flew open, and sure enough, there he was. He was standing in the doorway of the living room, with his cock in his hand and his face wearing a mask of shock and arousal. Trey didn’t give a fuck. He just smirked down at me, his hips never breaking rhythm. “You like this big black dick, don’t you, baby? You like your little white boy  watching me fuck you, don’t you?” I moaned as he pounded into me. Greg’s eyes were locked in, his strokes matching the rhythm of Trey’s hips. “Fuck,” Greg managed to choke out.

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