I met him at the club on a Friday night when the music was loud and the drinks were flowing. He was tall, dark-skinned, with broad shoulders and a look that said he knew exactly what he wanted. I was the white girl in the tight red dress, feeling bold after a few shots. We locked eyes across the bar and he came over without hesitation.
"You looking for something tonight?" he asked, his voice deep and direct.
"Yeah," I said. "Something big and hard."
He smirked and pulled me close. His hand slid down to my ass, squeezing it firmly. "I got what you need, girl. Let's get out of here."
We didn't even make it to his place. He took me to his car in the parking lot, a big SUV with tinted windows. The second the door closed, he had me on my back in the backseat. He yanked my dress up and ripped my panties off. His fingers went straight between my legs, rubbing my wet pussy.
"Fuck, you're already soaked," he growled. "This white pussy is begging for black cock."
I moaned as he shoved two thick fingers inside me, pumping hard. "Give it to me. I want that big black dick."
He unzipped his pants and pulled it out. It was massive, long and thick, veiny and dark. The head was swollen and already leaking. I reached for it, wrapping my hand around the shaft, but my fingers didn't even meet.
"Open your mouth," he ordered. He pushed it past my lips and I sucked the head, tasting his precum. He grabbed my hair and thrust deeper, fucking my throat. I gagged but kept going, drool running down my chin as he used my mouth.
After a few minutes he pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. He slapped my ass hard, then lined up that huge cock at my entrance. With one rough thrust he buried himself halfway inside me. I cried out from the stretch, my pussy clenching around him.
"Take it all, white girl," he grunted. He pushed the rest in until his balls pressed against me. Then he started pounding. The car rocked with every slam. His black cock stretched me wide, hitting deep spots that made my vision blur. I pushed back against him, moaning like a slut.
"Harder," I begged. "Fuck my white pussy with that black cock."
He did. He gripped my hips and rammed into me, skin slapping loud and wet. My juices coated his shaft and dripped down my thighs. Every thrust made me gasp and beg for more. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast, making me cum hard. My walls squeezed him tight but he didn't stop.
He pulled out and turned me onto my back again. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and drove back in. The angle let him go even deeper. I watched his thick black cock disappear into my pink pussy over and over, the contrast turning me on even more. He leaned down and sucked my nipples while he fucked me, biting just enough to sting.
"Look at you taking this dick," he said, voice rough. "This tight white cunt was made for black cock."
I came again, shaking and screaming. He kept going, sweat dripping from his chest onto me. He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my ass up. He spread my cheeks and spat on my asshole before pushing his cock back into my pussy from behind. One hand reached under to finger my clit again while the other held my hair.
The raw pace built fast. His heavy balls slapped my clit with every thrust. I felt another orgasm building and when it hit I squirted a little, soaking the seat. He laughed low and dirty.
"Damn, you're a squirting slut for this black dick."
He didn't let up. He fucked me through it until his rhythm changed. His cock swelled inside me and he groaned loud, shooting thick ropes of cum deep in my pussy. I felt every pulse as he filled me up. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked out of me in a hot stream.
We caught our breath for a minute, then he turned me around and made me clean his cock with my mouth, tasting our mixed juices. He got hard again fast and fucked my mouth until he came down my throat. I swallowed every drop.
After that night we met up a few more times. Each time was the same raw intensity. He'd bend me over whatever was handy, stretch my pussy with that thick black cock, and pound me until I was a moaning, cum-filled mess. I loved the way it looked sliding in and out of me, loved the way it made me feel completely taken. He knew how to talk dirty the whole time, calling me his white cock slut while he wrecked me.
One afternoon he came over to my apartment. I answered the door naked. He pushed me against the wall immediately, lifted me up, and impaled me on his cock right there. My back slammed the drywall as he bounced me up and down, my legs wrapped around his waist. Every thrust lifted me higher. My pussy gushed around him.
He carried me to the bedroom without pulling out and dropped me on the bed. He flipped me onto all fours and took me hard again, one hand pressing my face into the mattress while the other spanked my ass red. When he came he pulled out and painted my back and ass with his load, rubbing it into my skin with his cockhead.
We kept going until I lost count of the orgasms. By the end I was sore, stretched, and dripping from every hole he'd used. He left me there satisfied and exhausted, already thinking about the next time his black cock would ruin my white pussy again.
That was the start of a summer full of exactly what I craved. No games, just straight, filthy fucking whenever we wanted it.