Black Sex Stories Novels & Stories

They locked the door behind me and left. I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights. “On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.” I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull. He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed between my legs. “Look at you. Already wet for me.”

I roll the pad of my middle finger around my clit as I witness the man flipping the female onto her back in one rough motion, spreading her legs wide. His mouth crashes against hers as he lines himself up and thrusts deep. Crying out, her nails dig into his back, and I imagine him stretching her tight pussy around his thick length. Mine pulses from the thought alone. He doesn’t hold back. There’s no civility in the way he handles her. His hips slam against hers, dominating the audio with squelchy noises and the sound of their slapping skin.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

The smell of the crushed tomatoes and the sweet honey mixed with the smell of raw sex. Shifting the Womb in the Dirt "I want to feel the mountain!" Sarah cried out after pulling away from Leo’s cock. She wanted to be stretched even further. She turned over on the table, putting her chest down against the wood. Her bottom was high in the air, shining with honey and cream. Silas stayed behind her. He grabbed her waist with his dirty, strong hands. He began to slam into her pussy from behind. Every thrust was a heavy strike. He was reaching the very back of her.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I love pornography. I regularly d******d videos and pictures from the Internet and love reading erotic stories. I am particularly drawn to pictures of black women with their chocolate brown skin, nearly black nipples and velvety pubic hair. I am a white male in my thirties and have never been with a black woman. I've been married for about ten years and my wife and I enjoy an adventurous sex life. She gets turned on watching x-rated movies and reading erotica as much as I do, but doesn't understand my fascination with dark skinned women.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

"There are a lot of white women who just love black men. But not many can actually take the whole thing." "I can imagine." Olivia replied without thinking while hypnotised by his cock. She had never been with a black man before. She knew there was a kink for women to want black men, and Olivia had been attracted to black men, but she just had never been with one. "Only four women have been able to properly take it," Leon told her. "They were the best sex of my life, being able to properly fuck them, going balls deep, and the noises they made."