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“Jesus, you’re tight,” he murmured against my lips. “And so wet already. You been thinking about this, Lacy? Thinking about what your mum told you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, hips rocking onto his hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

He curled his fingers and rubbed, and the pressure was perfect. I came on his hand within minutes, shaking, moaning against his neck while he told me what a good girl I was for soaking his fingers so quickly. My first orgasm of the afternoon left me flushed and breathless, skirt rucked up, thighs trembling.

Sam slid off the sofa and onto his knees between my legs.

“First time anyone’s properly licked this pretty little cunt?” he asked, voice low and rough.

“No”. I said, suddenly shy.

“OK. Then I’ll make sure this is the best you’ve ever had so you won’t forget it.”

He pulled my thong all the way off, pushed my skirt up around my waist, and just looked for a long moment. “Pink and wet and perfect. Going to taste even better than it looks.”

Then his mouth was on me.

No one and nothing had ever made me feel that good. His tongue was broad and hot, dragging long, slow stripes from my entrance right up to my clit, then swirling, sucking, flicking. He pushed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, then returned to my clit and sealed his lips around it, sucking in steady pulses while two thick fingers slid back inside and curled against the spot that made my thighs tremble. I held his head and rocked against his face, moaning without any shame left.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against my cunt, the words vibrating through me. “Fuck my tongue. Make yourself cum on my face. I want to taste how sweet this white pussy gets when it cums for a black man.”

I was already close again. The wet sounds of his mouth, the filthy praise, the thick fingers stretching me, it all stacked too fast. I came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a rush of wetness coating his chin. I screamed, actually screamed, the sound bouncing off the office walls as the pleasure ripped through me. He licked me through it, slow and greedy, until I was whimpering and trying to push him away from the sensitivity.

Only then did he stand, wipe his shiny mouth with the back of his hand, and free his cock.

I stared.

It was everything Mum had promised and more. Long, heavy, thick enough that my fingers wouldn’t meet when I wrapped my hand around it. The dark shaft was heavily veined, the head flared and already glistening with precum. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Touch it,” he said. “I know you’ve been wondering.”

I stroked him slowly, watching the foreskin slide back, feeling the heat and the impossible girth. He groaned low in his throat.

“Tighter. Yeah. Look at those pretty white fingers trying to hold all that black cock. You like it?”

“It’s… huge,” I whispered, honest and awed. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He chuckled. “Once you feel it inside you, ordinary cocks are going to feel like a waste of time.”

I leaned forward without being told and licked the head. The taste was clean and slightly salty. I opened wider and took him into my mouth. My lips stretched obscenely around the thickness. I could only manage a few inches before my jaw ached, so I used both hands, twisting and stroking while I sucked the head and licked under the ridge. Spit ran down the shaft. I bobbed deeper, gagging softly, eyes watering, and the sound he made went straight back to my empty cunt.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, hand settling in my hair. “First black cock and you’re already choking on it like a natural. Suck it properly. Use that tongue. Get it nice and wet so it slides into that tight little cunt easier.”

I moaned around him and tried harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking a little more each time, stroking what I couldn’t fit. My free hand slipped between my own legs, two fingers pushing into the mess he had already made of me. I was dripping onto the leather sofa.

Sam watched every second, eyes dark with pure lust.

“That’s my good girl. Keep sucking. I want to feel those lips stretched around me while you think about how this same cock is about to open and stretch your pussy up for the first time.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my mouth to his cock, and looked up at him.

“Please,” I said, voice hoarse. “I need to feel it. I need you to fuck me.”

He smiled, slow and filthy, and pushed me back onto the sofa.

Sam stripped the rest of my clothes with deliberate patience, skirt, top, bra, until I lay naked except for the stockings and heels. He sucked hard on both nipples while he rubbed that thick head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my wetness.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked against my breast.

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I’m going to cum inside you, in your cunt. I want you walking out of here full of me.”

He notched the flared head against my entrance and started to push.

The stretch was immediate and intense. The head alone forced me open wider than any cock ever had. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, eyes wide.

“Breathe,” he murmured. “Relax and let me in. You’re doing so well.”

I forced myself to breathe out and push back against him. Slowly, inch by thick inch, he fed me more. The burn was sharp, perfect, overwhelming. I could feel every ridge and vein dragging against my walls. My thoughts scattered into pure sensation, so big, so thick, how is it all going to fit, fuck it hurts so good, until he finally bottomed out, hips flush against mine, every last inch buried inside me.

I felt completely claimed. Full in a way that bordered on too much. The heavy weight of him pressed against my cervix. I could feel my cunt fluttering around the impossible girth, trying to adjust.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice tight with restraint, forehead resting against mine.

“Yes....fuck....it’s so big....I can feel everything....”

“Good.” He stayed still for a long moment, letting me adjust, while one hand rubbed slow circles on my clit. The dual sensation helped the burn melt into heavy, throbbing pleasure. “You ready for me to fuck this tight little white pussy properly?”

“Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

He started to move. Short, careful strokes at first, pulling out only an inch or two before sliding back in. Each thrust dragged against places that had never been touched so thoroughly. The wet sounds of my cunt taking him filled the quiet office. I moaned on every stroke, the sounds rising without any attempt to stay quiet.

“Harder,” I begged after a minute. “Please....fuck me harder.”

Sam’s grin was pure sin. He hooked my knees over his elbows, folded me open, and started fucking me with long, powerful strokes. The thick head punched against my cervix on every thrust. My tits bounced. The leather sofa creaked. I was moaning constantly, broken little sounds that turned into full cries when he angled just right.

“Listen to that wet little cunt,” he growled. “Taking every inch of this black cock like it was made for it. You love it, don’t you? Love being stretched open by something this big.”

“Yes....fuck....yes, I love it....it’s so deep....”

My thoughts were a filthy loop: This is what Mum meant. This is why she comes home smiling. Nothing has ever filled me like this. I’m never going to forget how this feels. Every time he bottomed out I felt a spark of almost-pain that only made the pleasure sharper. My cunt clenched and fluttered around him, greedy, already addicted.

He reached down and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he pounded. The dual sensation stacked too fast. I felt the orgasm building in my lower belly, tighter and tighter, until it broke.

I screamed.

The sound tore out of me, raw, loud, completely unrestrained, as my cunt clamped down around his thick shaft in strong, rhythmic pulses. A rush of wetness spilled out around him. My back arched off the sofa. My vision went white at the edges. He fucked me straight through it, never slowing, drawing the climax out until I was shaking and oversensitive and still moaning his name.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough. “Scream for me. Let the whole empty building know how good this black cock feels fucking your tight little pussy.”

He didn’t stop. He kept the same deep, relentless rhythm, chasing his own pleasure now, hips snapping harder. I came again almost without warning, another broken scream ripping from my throat as my cunt milked him.

We stayed locked together while the aftershocks faded. He kissed me slowly, then pulled out and watched my cum leak from my well-used cunt onto the leather.

“You and your mum make me a very happy man,” he said, voice still rough. “Two very good fucks.”

I was still panting, thighs open, quim juice dripping out of me, when he spoke again.

“We’re not finished. I want that tight little arse next. Then I want you to taste yourself on my nigger cock.”

My exhausted cunt clenched at the words.

Sam didn’t give me long to recover. He flipped me onto my stomach on the wide sofa, pulled me up onto my knees, and pushed my shoulders down so my cheek pressed against the cool leather. I felt exposed, arse in the air, juice still leaking from my cunt and running down my thighs.

He spread my cheeks with both hands and just looked for a long moment.

“Pretty little puckered hole,” he murmured. “Going to look even prettier stretched around my cock.”

I heard him spit, then felt the slick wetness against my rim. One thick finger pressed and pushed inside slowly. I breathed out and pushed back, letting him in. He worked the finger in and out, then added a second, scissoring them gently while his other hand reached under and rubbed slow circles on my swollen clit.

“You ever had anything in here before?”

“Yes,” I admitted, voice shaky. “But nothing that big”.

“Then I’ll go slow. But you’re going to take every inch. I want to feel this tight white arse gripping this big black cock.”

He spent long minutes opening me, two fingers, then three, until the stretch burned in the best way and I was rocking back onto his hand, moaning into the leather. Only then did he pull his fingers free and replace them with the blunt, flared head of his cock.

“Breathe out,” he ordered. “Push back onto it.”

I did. The pressure built and built until the thick head popped inside. The burn was sharper, tighter, more intense. I cried out, fingers clawing at the sofa. Sam stayed perfectly still, only the head inside me, one big hand stroking my lower back.

“Easy. You’re doing so well. Look at that tight little arsehole stretching around my cock. Fucking beautiful.”

I forced myself to relax, breathing through the stretch. Slowly, inch by thick inch, he fed me more. The thick shaft forced me open wider than I had ever imagined. By the time he was halfway I was moaning constantly, a broken mix of pain and overwhelming fullness. My thoughts scattered again, too big, too much, don’t stop, please don’t stop, until he finally bottomed out, hips flush against my cheeks, every thick inch buried in my arse.

I felt completely claimed in a new way. Fuller than before. The heavy weight of him inside my tight hole made my empty cunt clench and drip.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice strained.

“Yes....fuck....so full....please more....”

He started with short, careful strokes, pulling out only an inch or two before sliding back in. Each thrust dragged against sensitive nerves I barely knew I had. The wet, filthy sound of his cock moving in my well-lubed hole filled the office. I pushed back to meet him, greedy despite the burn.

“Harder,” I begged after a minute. “Fuck me harder.”

Sam’s hands gripped my hips. He gave it to me harder. Longer strokes, deeper, until he was almost pulling all the way out, so I could feel the thick head stretch my rim on every re-entry, then slamming back in to the hilt. The heavy slap of his hips against my arse was loud and rhythmic. My tits swung under me. My cunt clenched around nothing, dripping steadily onto the sofa.

“Talk to me,” he ordered. “Tell me what it feels like having this big black cock buried in your white arse.”

“It feels huge....stretching me so wide....I can feel every vein....fuck, Sam, it’s so deep....I’ve never felt anything like this....”

“And you love it.”

“I love it. I love being your filthy little anal slut. Don’t stop.”

He reached under me again, two thick fingers sliding into my cum-filled cunt while his cock continued to wreck my arse. The dual penetration made my eyes roll back. I came hard and suddenly, screaming into the leather, arse and cunt both clamping down in strong pulses. Sam groaned and fucked me straight through it, never slowing.

When the aftershocks faded he pulled out slowly. I felt empty and gaping for a second, the juices from my earlier orgasm still leaking from my cunt.

He moved around in front of me, cock shiny and messy with the evidence of where it had just been.

“Open your mouth,” he said. “Taste what your arse did to me.”

I opened without hesitation. He slid the thick, filthy cock between my lips. The taste was intense, salty, the deeper musk of my own hole, the slick remnants of lube. I moaned around him and sucked, cleaning the shaft with my tongue, taking him as deep as I could while he held my hair and watched.

“That’s it. Suck it clean. Get every bit of your arse off my cock. You love the taste, don’t you? Love knowing where this cock just was.”

“Yes,” I gasped when he pulled back for a moment. “I love it. I love tasting how deep you were inside me.”

He fucked my mouth in slow, shallow thrusts while I recovered, letting me get used to the taste and the girth again. Then he pulled free, moved back behind me, and pushed into my arse once more, easier this time, my hole still open and slick. He fucked me there until I came again, screaming into the sofa, before finally pulling out and flipping me onto my back.

Sam sat back against the arm of the sofa, thick cock still hard and glistening, and crooked a finger at me.

“Come here. On your knees. I want to finish in that pretty mouth while you can still taste your arse.”

I crawled between his spread thighs on shaky knees, the mixture of quim juice and lube still leaking from both my holes and running down my thighs. My jaw already ached from earlier, but the sight of that dark, veined cock, still smeared with the evidence of my body, made my mouth water all over again.

I wrapped both hands around the shaft (fingers still nowhere near meeting) and licked a long, slow stripe from the base to the head, collecting the musky, salty mess. Then I opened wide and took him inside.

The stretch of my lips around that girth felt just as obscene the second time. I bobbed slowly at first, using my tongue to swirl under the ridge, sucking the head clean, then pushed deeper. Spit ran down the shaft and over my fingers. I took as much as I could until the flared head nudged the back of my throat and my eyes watered, then pulled back and did it again.

Sam’s hand settled in my hair, guiding without forcing. “That’s my good girl. Look at you, first black cock and you’re already on your knees cleaning it after it’s been in your cunt and your arse. Suck it properly. I want to feel those lips working.”

I moaned around him and tried harder, hollowing my cheeks, twisting my hands on the shaft, taking a little more each time. My hand slipped between my own legs again, two fingers pushing into my messy cunt while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit. The dual sensation, cock heavy on my tongue, fingers in my used hole, made me whimper and drool around him.

“Fuck, the sounds you’re making,” he growled. “Choking on that cock while you finger the cunt I just stretched. You’re a natural little black-cock slut, aren’t you?”

I pulled off just long enough to answer, voice hoarse and filthy. “Yes. I love it. I love how thick you are. I love tasting my arse on your cock. Please, fuck my mouth. Cum down my throat.”

He groaned and took over, holding my head steady while he fucked up into my mouth in short, controlled thrusts. I relaxed my throat as best I could and took it, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, spit running down my chin and onto his balls. Every time he pushed deep I gagged softly around him, and the sound only seemed to turn him on more.

“That’s it. Take it. Get ready, I’m going to fill this pretty mouth.”

His rhythm faltered. He pushed deep one last time and came with a long, guttural groan, flooding my mouth with thick, hot spurts. I swallowed convulsively, trying to take every drop, but some leaked from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin. He held me there through the pulses, cock throbbing on my tongue, until the last aftershocks faded.

Only then did he ease me back. I stayed on my knees, panting, face messy with spit and cum, and licked the last traces from the head of his cock until it was clean and shiny with only my spit.

Sam looked down at me with pure, dark satisfaction.

“Perfect,” he said quietly. “Absolutely perfect. You and your mum… two of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”

I rested my cheek against his thigh, still tasting him, still feeling the pleasant ache in my jaw, my cunt, and my arse. My thoughts were slow and satisfied: So this is what she meant. This is why she never went back. I’m never going to forget how this cock felt opening me up.

He stroked my hair almost gently.

“Same time next week,” he said. “Building will be quiet again. I want to take my time with that arse next time. Maybe see how many times I can make you scream before I fill you up again.”

I looked up at him, lips still shiny, and smiled the smile of a girl who had just been completely, thoroughly ruined in the best possible way.

“I’ll be here,” I said. “I already can’t wait.”

I cleaned up as best I could in the small executive bathroom, pulled my clothes back on over sticky, well-used skin, and walked out of the empty building with juice still slowly leaking from my cunt and the thick, perfect memory of my first black cock burned into every nerve.

I went back five more times before complicated feelings about Mum made me stop. But that first afternoon, the first time that man licked my cunt until I screamed, the first time I stretched around a cock so thick my jaw and my holes ached for days, the first time I tasted my own arse on a black man’s cock and swallowed his cum, remains the standard everything else is measured against.

Mum was right.

Once you go Black… I never really went back.

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