Big Black Cock Tastes Better {3}

SYDNEY

“Smell it first. Feel it.” Matthew rasped, his voice thick with lust.

I dragged my nose slowly along the thick, heavy shaft.

Mmm. Good God! The rich, musky, warm smell hit me hard, like a freight train, making my mouth water instantly.

The scent was so manly and strong, nothing like that of Tom's. I breathed it in again, deeper this time, letting the scent fill my head and make my pussy throb.

Matthew smirked down at me. “Do you want it?”

I nodded eagerly, eyes locked on the massive black cock swaying in front of my face.

“Beg for it.” He purred.

“Please… please, give it to me,” I whispered without hesitation, my voice shaky with filthy need.

He smirked. “Good girl.” Then he tapped the fat head against my lips. “Open up.”

I obeyed, mouth wide, tongue out. He pushed the tip inside slowly. It was so thick my lips stretched tight around it right away. I could barely fit the head, but he kept sliding in, inch by inch. My jaw ached from the stretch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He groaned from above, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

He held my head gently at first, letting me get used to the sheer size. But that didn’t last long. His grip tightened in my hair, and he slammed forward.

The thick cock drove deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged hard, my eyes watering.

He pulled out slowly, strings of spit connecting my lips to his shiny shaft, then slammed back in again. He started fucking my mouth with long, powerful strokes.

Each thrust made my lips burn, and my throat ache. Spit dripped down my chin and onto my bare tits. The wet, sloppy sounds echoed in the foyer.

Matthew gripped my hair tighter, using it like handles as he pumped his hips. “That’s it… take this black cock.”

He pulled out suddenly and slapped the heavy, wet monster across my face. The smack was loud and left a shiny trail on my cheek. “Open.”

I opened my mouth again obediently, and he slammed back in, deeper this time. My throat bulged around him. I choked and gagged, tears spilling down my cheeks, but I didn’t pull away.

“You like this black cock, yeah?” I growled.

I moaned around his monstrous shaft, “Mmm-hmm!” The vibration made him groan louder. He liked it.

He pulled back just enough for me to speak. “Yes! It tastes amazing! More… give me more!”

Matthew grinned darkly and slammed in again, burying more than half his length down my throat. He kept me pinned against his pelvis, my nose pressed into his groin.

My eyes bulged. Tears stung my eyes as I choked and gagged. My hands flew to his hips, trying to pull back for air, but his strong hands held me there, enjoying the way my throat squeezed around him.

“Does this taste as good as your husband’s?” He asked, voice rough.

I shook my head desperately while the huge cock was still stuffed in my mouth. The movement made my throat tighten even more around him.

“Huh?” He pulled out just a little.

I shook my head again, moaning loudly around the thick shaft. “No… so much better,” I gasped when he gave me a tiny breath. “It’s so big… so good…”

He pushed back in deep, cutting off my words. I could barely breathe. My face was a mess, with tears, spit, and precum dripping everywhere.

But weirdly enough, the filthiness of it all made my pussy drip even more. The guilt about Tom sat heavily in my chest, but it only made me suck harder.

Matthew fucked my mouth steadily now, taking his time. He would slide in slow and deep, hold me pinned there while my throat fluttered around him, then pull out so I could gasp for air before slamming back in.

Every thrust made my heavy tits bounce. He reached down and squeezed one roughly, pinching my nipple while he used my mouth.

“Such a good little cheater,” He groaned. “On your knees for a black cock while your husband is gone. You love choking on it, don’t you?”

I nodded as best I could, moaning desperately.

I love it!

So much!

My hands came up to wrap around the thick base that wouldn’t fit in my mouth. I stroked what I couldn’t swallow, twisting my hands while I sucked hard on the head.

Matthew’s breathing grew heavier. He pulled out again and rubbed the slick cock all over my face… across my lips, my cheeks, my forehead… marking me with my own spit. Then he slapped it against my tongue a few times before sliding back in.

He kept going like that for a long time, slow and deep, then fast and rough. He would pin me down until my eyes watered and my lungs burned, then let me pull back just enough to recover before starting again.

My jaw hurt. My throat felt raw and hollow. But I kept on sucking, licking, and moaning like I couldn’t get enough. I couldn't.

“Fuck, your mouth feels better than most pussies,” He rasped. “You’re a natural black cock sucker, Sydney.”

I whimpered at his dirty words, my pussy clenching with need. I wanted him to keep using me like this.

The way he stretched my mouth, the musky taste, the way he groaned every time I gagged… fuck, it all turned me on more than I ever expected.

Matthew gripped my hair with both hands now and started fucking my face faster. His heavy balls slapped against my chin with every thrust.

Spit ran down my neck and between my tits. I looked up at him with wet, desperate eyes.

He held me down again, keeping every thick inch he could fit buried in my throat, my nose pressing tight against him.

I choked hard, my throat squeezing and massaging his cock. He stayed there, enjoying my struggle, until I started tapping his thigh for air.

When he finally pulled out, I gasped loudly, coughing and sucking in deep breaths. Long strings of spit hung from my swollen lips.

“Look at you,” He said, voice full of pride. “Mouth all fucked out and still begging for more with your eyes.”

I nodded, breathing hard. “Please… don’t stop. I want it.”

He tapped his soaked cock against my tongue again, letting me lick and kiss the fat head while I caught my breath. Then he pushed back in slowly, savoring the tight heat of my mouth.

The blowjob went on and on.

He used my face like a toy, slow deep strokes, rough face-fucking, gentle teasing slaps, and long moments where he just rested his heavy cock on my tongue while I worshipped it.

My knees hurt from the hard floor, my jaw throbbed, but the heat between my legs only grew.

Matthew groaned deeply, his cock twitching in my mouth. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep sucking like that, baby.”

I moaned louder around him, sucking harder, bobbing my head, hollowing my cheeks, wanting to please him.

I didn’t care how messy or filthy it was anymore. Fuck all that! All I wanted was more of this big black cock.

I simply can't get enough.