His black cock was so big and so thick. With every thrust from my husband, I would fantasize about my big black stud, filling my waiting pussy with c...m. I didn’t say anything about my fantasy to my husband, not knowing what his reaction might be, until one night he pulled me back against him and whispered in my ear, “You like getting fucked by this big hard black cock, don’t you? I guess I never knew if my husband was more interested in the black cock, or the gorgeous little white women. She'd followed him for awhile now like an unseen spy satellite in the sky. She followed him home, a nice condo, good for a bachelor. There was no sign of any woman's things in his apartment, he never called anyone or got calls from anyone other then a work mate and his parents. He mostly just sat in his chair, watched TV or played video games. He had a golden retriever to keep him company. Socializing was a few beers with the work crew during happy hour every Friday.Today was the day she made. This was a side of Julie I had never seen or known she was capable of; forceful, dominant, and sexually aggressive. It scared me, but I liked it.She took a blindfold from the bag and placed it over my eyes. I couldn’t see anything. The next thing I felt were her fingers on the head of my cock. She started at the tip then began gently rubbing over and around the glans. My dick began to throb. She slid her fingers down the length of my cock, occasionally stopping and squeezing tightly.Then I felt. I held Tori tight, feeling myself deep inside her. I felt a throbbing pulse grasp my cock and I couldn’t figure out the source. Was it my blood forcing its way through Tori’s uncommonly tight back door grip or was it the walls of her ass was reacting to unfamiliar abuse? I don’t know if I’d ever felt anything like it, but before I could understand the source my curiosity was overcome by an irresistible urge building in my hips. From the languid pause in Tori’s depths, my momentum grew and in no.