Jamaican Addiction
I came back from my vacation to Jamaica knowing I was addicted to black cock. My hot pussy tingled all the flight home as I remembered the incredible fucking I’d had on the beach. I found myself checking out every black man that I saw — on the plane, at the airport, on the street. I was like a hungry predator! I wanted MORE! I’d never been able to be this bold before, and I loved it. I checked out every hot black stud I saw, from head to toe, staring as obviously as possible at their crotches. I even got turned on when there was no way I was going to get any. I saw a gorgeous guy out with his family in a restaurant, and I stared at him, smiling and licking my lips. His cock shot to attention and he was mortified! I prick teased the hell out of him, loving that he was so turned on. I’ll bet his wife got an incredible screwing when they got home!
I got back into my work routine easily. Life was somehow better since I’d discovered what I needed. I felt great, very confident, and alive sexually. It showed, too. One of the girls asked me what my secret was. I would have love to have seen her face if I’d said “HUGE black, cum-filled cocks!” I’d been back at work only a couple of days when I had to take walk some files over to the marketing department. I didn’t go there often, so most of the people there were strangers to me. I asked where the department head’s office was, and they waved me over to a big corner office. I went in and stood completely still, staring at the man behind the desk.
Damn, he was beautiful. Incredible. Skin the color of chocolate. Tight kinky black hair. Large eyes that looked black. He was dressed immaculately in silver-gray tailoring. He looked up at me politely and said “may I help you?” in an accented voice. I twitched as I heard the sound and thought “JAMAICAN!” I cleared my throat, smiled professionally, handed him the folders, then didn’t let go as he grasped them. We played tug of war with the folders for a few seconds before it occurred to me to let go. We chatted idly for a few minutes, with me staring at him, eating him with my eyes. Gradually, he realized what I was thinking. At first he looked stunned. He sat back in his leather chair and regarded me, his face expressionless. His body, however, had ideas of its own, and the pants of that expensive suit could not conceal his thrusting cock.
I stared directly at his crotch and licked my lips. He stood up suddenly to relieve the pressure on his throbbing cock. He walked silently to the door, shut it and locked it. He walked back to the desk, lifted the phone and told somebody to hold his calls and reschedule a meeting. He then looked at me with an expression that was fierce and dangerous. “I like it nasty, pretty white lady,” he said softly. “If you aren’t into that, get the fuck out of here now.” I responded by silently unbuttoning my blouse. He stood and watched me strip down to my hot, hungry pale body, his eyes going over me like a touch. He stripped off all that wonderful business attire, and walked toward me, his 11″ swollen rod pointing the way. Damn, his cock was gorgeous! Thick, with huge veins. His cockhead was huge. He was uncircumcised. His balls looked like they were so full they could burst. Heavy, black, furry weights behind that rockhard shaft. His precum oozed out in a stream. He stood in front of me, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, impaling me, nearly going down my throat. One hand closed on my right tit and squeezed hard. I moaned, and he did it again, then moved his mouth to the tit and sucked my nipple until it was a bright pink bullet. He sucked both my nipples so hard that I was squirming with ecstasy.
He spun me around suddenly, grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind me. He tied them together with his silk tie, then spun me back. His eyes glowed with triumph. “Mine,” he whispered hoarsely. “This beautiful white body is all mine.” He took my mouth again, thrusting his tongue in, sucking my tongue into his mouth. His slick cockhead slid on my belly. He was so damned hard.
He put me on his couch, lying me on my tied hands. He looked at me, admiring my helplessness, letting his lust build to an uncontrollable level. “Beg,” he said. “Beg to suck my cock.” I let out a version of a helpless whimper, then begged to have his huge, black, savage fuckstick in my mouth. He mounted my shoulders, and rubbed his cock against my lips. “I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said. Suddenly, he yanked me up and turned me so that my head hung off the edge of the couch, my legs going up the back and to the wall. He slid his cock in my mouth, and started to pump. His huge rod worked its way over my tongue to the top of my throat…and in. He slid his cock in and out, grunting each time he felt my throat. “All of it,” he gasped. “Every inch inside you. Suck it all. Take every fucking inch of it in your sweet white mouth.” He fucked me harder and harder, and my pussy burned with arousal. I was helpless before him. He could do any nasty thing he wanted to me. And I wanted him to do it all.
I felt his cock swell and throb, and it filled my throat. I didn’t think I could take much more, when he pulled it out suddenly and shot an incredible amount of cum all over my face and tits. That huge black cock just kept spurting stream after stream of hot cream all over me. I licked and lapped at as much as I could.
He yanked me and the sofa cushions unto the floor. He made a pile of the cushions, then spread me over it, my head down, my ass up in the air. The first thing he did was spank my white ass to a rosy pink, then slide his tongue over the hot, silky skin. He bit me a couple of times, marking me, then I felt his fingers start to probe my cunt. My pussy was so wet and swollen, his fingers slid right inside. He was mumbling something in another language as he worked my cunt. I felt his hardening cock brush against my leg and moaned in appreciation. His hand moved, demanding, forcing itself into me until I realized he was fist fucking my cunt. I felt so full, so stretched. So blissfully violated as I imagined that dark arm disappearing into my tight hole. He fist fucked me hard, gasping as he watched his hand pump in and out of me.
I’d never known such a combination of pleasures. Nasty, kinky pleasures. The feeling of complete submission, given so easily. Being a pleasure toy, a white fucktoy for my black stud. Having that fist fuck my cunt, taking me the way he felt like taking me, giving me the most incredible pleasure/pain I’ve ever felt. The images flashing through me head. White ass. Black fist. I soared up to a peak and stayed there, my slurpy cunt tightening on his fist. He gave it to me harder and deeper, muttering things under his breath. I was his bitch, his whore, his cunt, his hole, his white sex slave…and on and on until he had to clamp a hand over my mouth when I climaxed screaming.
He withdrew his fist from my trembling hole, then stuck his cock in it and fucked me savagely. Harder and harder, slamming me down on my pile of cushions, grunting over me like an animal in heat. It was wild! He fucked like he didn’t give a damn, long hard strokes for his pleasure. His hips pounded my ass and his balls swung against me like. Gasping loudly, sweat pouring from him, he fucked my cunt until he exploded, filling me with his load. He stayed hard, and kept fucking my cum filled cunt, the wet sounds seeming so loud in the room.
When he pulled his cock out, he thrust his fingers in to coat them, then went to work on opening my asshole. He probed me with one finger, working it in and out, then finally fucking me hard. He added a second finger. I felt his rigid cock against my ass, the head burying itself between my cheeks. He leaned down and put his mouth to my ear, and for a moment I heard the controlled, intelligent voice of the marketing department head. “I’m TAKING your sweet young white cherry ass,” he whispered. I nodded my understanding and agreement to his fantasy…then began to struggle, begging and pleading for him to let me go, not to do it, not to stick that huge THING in my helpless, untouched bottom.
He groaned his appreciation, then threw himself into his role — slamming his cock up my ass, weighing me down with his body, his palms flat on the floor beside my head. He rode my ass so fucking hard, every inch of his pole buried inside me. It felt like his cock was going right up into my body. My hole had never been so stretched. It was the hardest, nastiest, dirtiest ass fucking I’d ever experienced. Each time he slammed his cock home, I slid forward from the force. I wiggled as I slid off the pillows unto the floor, and he kept pounding me. I was in a state of insane sensation. Everything I felt was pleasure. The rough scrape of the carpet on my skin, the violent force of his cock, the pressure on my tied hands. Listening to his grunting, primitive pleasure, feeling his sweat drip onto me. He fucked my ass into a wide-open fuckhole that existed only for him to use.
All I could do was take it — and I took it all. I had never known I’d enjoy such a rough, nasty, dirty fuck, but I loved it. I loved what he was doing to my body. He knew, and it drove him over the edge. He pumped my ass full of cum, and that incredible cock stayed hard again! He kept on fucking his sloppy hole. He was driving me to the point where I couldn’t take anymore. I started to beg for him to stop. The more I begged, the harder my clit got. Overwhelming pleasure. Building…building…as he relentlessly fucked my asshole.
When I came, the intensity was too much, and my vision began to darken at the edges. The room spun around. I felt detached, floating. Finally, I drifted back to awareness. There was a whole world of sexual pleasure opening to me, and I didn’t have to take a plane to get it my nasty Jamaican fucking.
