0 comments/ 406590 views/ 19 favorites Big Black Cock By: Horny Bitch My husband Terry has always had a fantasy about me being fucked by a black man, especially in the back of a van for some reason. He went on and on at me for ages to live out his fantasy, and I must admit, the thought of it had my juices flowing, so I decided to go along with it. Terry said it would be a voyeur's dream to see a pretty white blonde like myself, taking a big black cock all the way up my pussy. This talk was really turning me on, and I was just as excited as he was about the whole thing. He eventually arranged for me to meet Andy, his work colleague. Andy was gorgeous: young, fit, and very good-looking. We had a few drinks in a local bar, and it soon became clear to Andy just what we were there for. I'd dressed just as Terry wanted, a blouse with no bra, short skirt and stockings, no knickers and high-heeled shoes. In the bar, Andy soon had his hand running up and down my leg, and I could see that Terry was becoming more and more excited. So, we made our way to the car park, where Terry had parked his work van in a secluded corner. Terry sat in the back, on a mattress he had put there, while Andy and I were kissing in the front. He was soon hard at work on my tits, sucking and nibbling on my nipples, while Terry sat staring at us. I couldn't really relax with him there, and his presence was a little inhibiting. But how do you tell your husband to go away because you want another man's cock in your pussy? In the end, I had to tell him to go back to the bar for another half an hour, to let Andy and I become better acquainted. Once Terry had gone, Andy really turned all his attention to me, pulling my blouse off and getting me really turned on. I spread my legs, and I could soon feel Andy's fingers plunging into my hot, wet pussy. I felt his cock through his trousers, and felt along its length. He was a lot longer and thicker than Terry, and suddenly I realised that I had been missing something. Andy told me to get in the back, and I quickly clambered over the seats. Within seconds I was on my back, my legs up over Andy's shoulders, and his huge cock in my hand. It was so fat I couldn't even get my fingers completely around it. I began to wonder if I could take the thing in my pussy. I watched him slide back his foreskin to reveal a wicked looking purple helmet. I reached down and pulled him into me, rubbing his wet cock up and down between my wet pussy lips. Then he pushed into me, and I squealed as I felt my pussy open up to take him. I drew my knees up beside my head to receive him fully into me. I was beyond the point of no return as he fucked himself fully into me. Andy humped me hard, and I yelled with pleasure at every single thrust. I looked briefly over his shoulder, and saw Terry's face looking in on us through the van's window. Just knowing he was so close and able to see me getting fucked brought me off, and my pussy slammed up against Andy's cock as he continued fucking me. My pussy was stretched around his cock, and I was sliding backwards and forwards with the force of the deep fucking I was getting. Andy gasped and panted as he began to come, and I felt his spunk shooting into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and held him there as he rocked, and unloaded the last of his spunk into me. Andy unlocked the van doors and let Terry back in, then he lay beside me, kissing me, and asking if I'd enjoyed it. I could only moan in response. Terry knelt between my knees, and I thought he wanted to fuck me too, but he stuck his head between my legs and began to lick my pussy. I bucked up under him as he sucked on my clit, and looked up to see Andy sporting a fresh erection, glistening with our combined love juices. I pushed Terry to one side and eased Andy's cock back into my pussy, feeding it in quickly. He fucked me again, without mercy, and soon I had come so much, I didn't think I could take any more. But, just then, Andy's eyes glazed over, and I felt his cock pumping more of his wonderful seed into my pussy. The whole time I was being fucked, Terry was furiously wanking his cock, and he had left a substantial amount of come on the mattress. After a while, we tidied ourselves up, and Terry suggested we return to our house to carry on what we had started. Needless to say, I was very eager to do so, and fortunately, so was Andy. To cut a long story short, Andy is now my full time lover, and Terry? Well, he wanks until his cock is bright red, and sometimes, I kiss it better for him, if Andy lets me. But that's another story... Big Black Cock - a big thanks to kitten2010 for the help with grammar and structure and also providing some useful tips. * My holiday job was shit but I needed the extra cash for when I went back to uni. I worked at the movies part time giving couples their coke and popcorn while I stood there at the counter watching them all go by. Yeah, she's gonna enjoy the movie while he makes her go down on him. Fuckwits. I shouldn't complain really, plenty of girls are into me but they all seem the same, maybe I just naturally attract stuck up bitches. Anyway, I finished writing my 'to do' list, slid my pen in my pocket, then took off for home. But it had been a long shift and I needed to take a leak. The restroom was tiny. Two cubicles facing the wall to my left and a urinal next to them with the sink on the opposite wall. There was a tall well built muscular black man at the urinal, his muscles were obviously superior to mine as I am a swimmer and only have a light muscle mass. His heavily toned figure was complimented by a tight black t-shirt, loose camo pants and a pair of dirty light brown builder's boots which contrasted with my black skate shoes, fitting blue jeans and grey t-shirt. I stood next to him and started to relieve my bladder. After I finished I just stood there and stared at his long, fat, beautiful black cock. I unintentionally licked my lips. I was starving for a big dick to fill me up. I had sucked plenty of guys off before but never black and never that big. Then my body froze as his deep voice broke the silence in the empty rest room,"What the fuck you lookin' at, faggot?" I couldn't speak. My heart was racing. He stared at me intensely. "Fuck it." He grabbed me by the neck with his giant hands and forced me into an empty cubicle. "Sit the fuck down, white boy," I immediately followed his orders and closed the lid on the toilet then sat down. "Since you like staring at ma dick so much I thought you might as well suck me off like a bitch." My dick stiffened against my jeans as the realization hit me, I was about to suck my first black dick. I took his cock in my hand, he was semi erect and was already about 7 inches and I could only just fit my hand around it. I started to slowly pull back and forth. His dick felt amazing in my hand. I kissed the head tenderly and as I stroked his thick shaft he was slowly becoming harder. After stroking and kissing his cock for a while I started to suck it. First just his bulbous head. Then more. And more. At this point he was at his full hardness in all its glory and I started to desperately stroke his big cock as I forced more down my throat. "Fuck yeah, boy, you was made for this," he said as he grabbed my scruffy blonde hair and started to gently rock his hips back and forth "Shit you gonna make me bust a nut in yo sweet ass mouth." 'I would love nothing more,' I thought to myself. I started to rub his thick muscly thighs through his camo pants while I was working his dick around my mouth, sucking him furiously, bobbing my head up and down his sweet manhood. I slid my hands up his legs and started to rub his hard abs, he then grabbed my hands and started to fuck my face and I had no control over my body. After a while he released me and let me work his dick on my own so I started to pull his dick with my hand while I gave my mouth a break. After pumping him for a while I went back to blowing and stroking. I was bobbing my head on his dick as I spread my saliva all over his thick shaft with my hand then I tried deep throating him again. After about 5 minutes of stroking and sucking I looked up at him, let go of his thick pole and slowly slid his shaft out of my mouth, with a heavy coat of saliva surrounding my lips, I kept the tip in and tongued it gently. He seemed to enjoy the change of pace. But I wanted his thick cum to fill me up. I closed my eyes, grabbed his gooey saliva covered cock, and started to take him back in my mouth slowly. I could feel his hard dick sliding along my tongue and down my throat. I guessed I had about 6 inches in. But I wanted him to remember this. So, I pulled back an inch and then forced myself on the rest of his cock, nearly engulfing his entire 9 inches, he groaned intensely. I kept his cock in my mouth for a few more seconds so that my throat and his cock became properly acquainted, then I pulled out completely, took a breath, then I furiously started to jack him off. "Oh shit, son, here it comes!" I jacked him faster and with my other hand kneaded his large globes that would soon give me his seed. He grabbed my head and forced his dick into my mouth where the end of his dick gave me streams of hot, thick, creamy cum. 5 or 6 powerful shots then another 7 or so weaker ones, filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. I swallowed as much of his sweet juice as I could. He stayed in my mouth for a bit as he got his breathing under control, still holding my head. He took his dick out and used it to scoop the cum on my chin into my mouth, I then sucked him clean. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" I took his dick out of my mouth, still slowly stroking him. "Hell yeah." He rubbed his finger on my lips, then I sucked on his finger gently. "Damn son, you the best cock sucker I ever had." He was completely spent, his hostility had deteriorated over the course of the blowjob. I stood up, still looking up at him because of his height. "Glad you enjoyed it, you definitely have the sweetest cock I've ever tasted." I smiled, showing of my perfect teeth, the smile was contagious as he returned it straight away. He grabbed my bubble butt with both hands and pressed me against him, I slid my hands up his shirt and felt his wet body, perfectly toned, very muscular chest, just how I like it. I felt so safe being this close to him. He then slid one of his hands up my shirt and onto my lower back, his hands were so big and strong. What happened next surprised me. He was staring into my eyes, then he kissed me hard on the lips and his tongue dove into my mouth and took control of me, he explored every inch of my mouth as our big lips pressed against each other's. We kissed for a while then he separated his mouth from mine. He squeezed my ass cheek and groaned. God he wanted me so bad. And to be perfectly honest, I wanted him just as bad. Then I heard someone come into the restroom and my heart froze. We listened to his footsteps as he went to the urinal, did his business then left. I was so relieved but it made me realize where we were and that I had to get home. I pulled away from my black lover and started to leave the cubicle, he grabbed my arm firmly. "Wait. Whats yo' name?" I hesitated, but thought, 'Fuck it'. "Sam." "Im Darius." He still wouldn't let go. I thought for a second. This was a complete stranger that forced me to suck his dick. But I loved it. I know he loved it as well. And I want him to fuck me. I want to feel his beautiful black cock pulsing inside me. I want to see his black muscular body glisten with sweat as he drives himself deep into my firm ass. And I knew that he wanted the same thing. I realized quickly that I didn't want to never see this man again. So, I pulled the pen out of my pocket and wrote my number on his hand. "Call me... Soon." I kissed him, which quickly turned into a short make-out session before I left the restroom to make my journey home where I would get rid of my enormous hard on. to be continued? Big Black Cock Maggie Malone is a pretty blonde with big breasts, a large curvaceous ass, which she prefers to call her booty, and a rather thick waist. Some might call her fat, but she has no wish whatsoever to lose weight, because her body is highly appealing to the men she wants as sex partners. That would be young black men, especially the mythical hung black studs. She knows there are such men, because she has attracted dozens of them to her bed, and hopes to attract hundreds more, so they can pleasure her pussy, ass and mouth. The latest is Otis White, a tall, athletic young man she met one Saturday night at the night club where she works as a nude cocktail waitress. Like the rest of the mostly black male clientele, he patted her voluptuous bare ass when she bent over to place his drink on the table. Instead of becoming angry with him for taking such liberties, Maggie turned and smiled at the handsome dude, whom she recognized as a new patron of the club. "Is that enough of a feel for you?" she asked, turning to face him with her hands on her hips and her legs spread, showing off her freshly shaven pussy. "Or would you rather have more?" In response, Otis reached out and gently held one breast in his left hand while stroking the top and inside of her thigh with his right. His gentle touch was important to her, almost as important as his blackness. Sex with well-hung black men is what Maggie craves, but only if she believes they will not be rough or abusive. She moved closer to let the interesting man get a good feel of her pussy, if that was what he wanted. It was. When he saw there were no objections, he inserted the middle finger of that hand while his thumb reached up to rub her clit. He was alone at the table, and obviously attracted to her, but Maggie wanted to see if she was sufficiently interested in him to allow him to continue. He was being gentle enough at playing with her that he passed that test, but there was something else she had to know, and it was much more important. As he continued fondling her pussy and breast, she bent over and took hold of his cock through his pants. It was hard, of course, and Maggie was elated at its size, because she was unable to get her hand all the way around it. She didn't know the length of the cock she was holding, but didn't care, expecting it to be commensurate with the girth and considering thickness to be more important than length anyhow. The black man at the table passed the main test easily, and she hoped he would want to go home with her and replace the finger in her pussy with the huge cock she was fondling. The interior of the night club was dark, but a candle in a glass container sat on each table, and it provided plenty of light for Maggie and her intended partner to see each other. Those at neighboring tables could see what they were doing too, but the men were familiar with her easy availability and that of the other cocktail waitresses and had no problem with her picking up a new fuck buddy. Many of them had felt her up the same way in the past, and some had gone infinitely further once they were alone with her in her bed. Those lucky guys, who were all blessed with big cocks, knew if they hoped to do more of the same in the future, they had to avoid any jealousy. The young lady always made it clear she was her own woman and belonged to nobody. "And that night, she had made her choice. "What's your name, Handsome," she asked the hung young man. "Otis. What's yours." "Maggie. Well, Otis, if you're interested, it's another hour before my shift here is done, and you can join me in my pad right down the block. But take it easy on the booze. I don't want some guy who's too drunk to get it up." "I don't think I could ever get too drunk to get it up for you." He took a sip of his drink. "Especially not with drinks as weak as this." Maggie laughed at that. She was well aware the primary attraction of the night club was her and the other hot white girls who waited on tables in the nude. The weak, overpriced drinks were the dues the patrons had to pay for a chance to ogle and fondle the waitresses and, possibly go home with them for a night of hot sex. The waitresses were not prostitutes; they were just white women who loved getting it on with black men. She continued serving drinks, being fondled by the patrons and earning big tips but, if somebody asked for a date later, she told him she was taken for that night. If she recognized the man who propositioned her as meeting her rather high standards, she mentioned the possibility of them getting together again in the near future, possibly the following night. When her shift ended, Maggie stopped by Otis's table and told him she would be back after finishing her paper work and getting dressed. She had served him one more drink, which was still half full, and Maggie was glad of that. She was also glad he played with the cleft of her booty that time, for she loves being stuffed with a big, black cock there almost as much as she loves having one crammed into her pussy, although she thought his cock might turn out to be too big for her rear pleasure hole. As she had told Otis, Maggie has a room in a cheap hotel just down the block from the night club where she works. She doesn't actually live there, because she has an apartment a few miles away, but she rents the room to have a place to take the men she picks up at work. She opened the front door, preceded him up a flight of stairs, smiling as he fondled her ass, and led him down the hall to her furnished room. After they had entered, she turned on the light and closed and locked the heavy door behind them, including throwing the dead bolt. With the room secure, she scuffed off her shoes and kicked them into a corner. The hotel room is small and furnished with only a bed, a chair and a dresser, which is all she needs there. A closet holds a few changes of clothing, and there is a small bathroom. There is one window, which opens onto an air shaft and has a view of a blank wall. That's alright with Maggie, because her naked body is the only scenery that interests the men who join her there, and their big, black cocks and muscular physiques are what she mostly likes to look at. She and Otis stood next to the bed and embraced for the first time that night. His cock was hard, and she could feel it inside his pants as it pressed against her pubic area, as if trying to escape. Maggie was eager to help it. She quickly knelt in front of him and unbuckled the young man's belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper on his fly. The jeans were tight, but she put her hands on his hips and pulled them down to his knees so she could get a good look at the cock that had fascinated her earlier. He was still wearing his jockey shorts, but they were bulging far out in front. Maggie reached her hand inside the waistband and drew in her breath as she felt the hard cock that was still concealed inside. It seemed even bigger in her hand than it had before, and she carefully pulled his cotton shorts down around it and to his knees. "I've been thinking about this for the last two hours," she told him, and kissed the head. "Sit down and let me finish taking off your pants. She licked under the ridge for a few seconds, reveling in the hardness of the mushroom shape, before untying his shoes. They and his socks were dropped on the floor beside the bed, and she pulled his pants and underwear the rest of the way off and added them to the pile. While she had been removing those garments, Otis had taken off his shirt and jacket and left them on the bed. Maggie wanted to be just as naked as he had just gotten, so she stood up to remove her jacket and peel her sweater off over her head and shake her hair back into place. After unfastening her skirt, letting it drop to the floor and stepping out of it, her sexy body was completely bare because she had seen no reason to bother with stockings or any undergarments when she got dressed before leaving the club. She knelt in front of Otis again, this time between his legs, and leaned her elbows on his thighs while her hands briefly fondled him. Maggie rose up higher, to a crouching position, and licked the head of his huge cock, reveling in how hard it was and in the velvety texture. She was a bit wary, because sometimes a guest in her room would grab her head and try to ram his cock into her mouth, but this one remained a gentleman, as she had expected. However, when she opened her mouth wider and tried to engulf Otis's giant organ, she realized there was a problem. What she had was too much of a good thing. Even opening her mouth as wide as she could, there was no way Maggie could get his massive cock past her teeth. The best she was able to do was to nestle the head between her lips and use her tongue to caress whatever she was able to reach. Although Maggie was somewhat disappointed, she believed the extra thrill she would get while fucking the monster was worth not being able to suck off the black sex partner she had chosen for the night. At least she didn't have to forego all oral pleasures. "Scoot forward and lean back and relax," she asked of the young man. You're too big to get into my mouth, so I can't suck you off, but at least I can give you a nice tongue bath." Otis did as requested, and Maggie licked her lips, moved his cock to one side and started stroking his crotch with her tongue. Carefully and lovingly and relishing his salty flavor, her tongue caressed him all over behind his scrotum, until she started licking Otis's wrinkled ball sack itself, starting with the left side. When her questing tongue felt one of his balls, she gently held it between her lips and started caressing the ovoid, reveling in the happy murmurs of the man on her bed. After she encountered his other testicle, Maggie treated it the same way, as she caressed his entire scrotum and the underside of his stiff cock. After she had finished licking the slit on the end, she smiled at Otis over the head. "You know where I want this big dude now, don't you?" she asked. "Yeah. Just lay down on the bed here. Do you have any rubbers?" Being as promiscuous as she is, Maggie always keeps a supply of condoms on hand, especially the extra large size. "There's some on the dresser." Otis selected one and returned to the bed, rolling the condom onto his cock as he approached. Maggie had lain in the middle of the bed with a pillow under her head and another ready to slide under her hips if it was needed. She never asks one of the men she brings to her room to eat her pussy, nor does she expect it. If one of them wants to do so, she loves the idea, but the man she had brought home that evening was not one of that small group. When she saw him preparing his cock, she spread her legs and prepared to get the first class fucking she craved. Holding his cock in one hand, Otis knelt between her legs and leaned forward to support his weight on the other hand. Maggie reached between her legs and used her thumbs and index fingers to spread her pussy lips as wide as she could for the huge cock she knew would soon be plunging in and out of her. In anticipation of what she would be doing that night and with whom, she had been lubricating since leaving the club, and her pussy was wet enough; she hoped it would be big enough to contain what might have been the biggest cock she had ever even heard about. Still guiding his massive equipment, Otis moved in closer until the head of his cock passed between her fingers and made contact with her soaked pussy. He rubbed the end in the wetness and paused while Maggie used her fingers to center the tip exactly where she wanted it. With everything ready, he thrust forward, and the head of his cock wedged into her dripping pink hole, eliciting a loud moan of combined pain and pleasure, mostly the latter. Knowing how he was hung and not wanting to hurt her, Otis paused a few seconds and, when she did not express any objection, thrust forward again. "Ooooo, yeah," she responded, obviously an expression of pleasure, not pain, so he plunged his cock in farther. Once again, Maggie let him know how great it felt, and he continued driving his shaft into her. When he knew he was inside her deeply enough that he would no longer need to guide it, Otis let go, placed his hands on either side of the sexy white woman and, with a series of hard thrusts, drove the entire length of his cock into the wet pussy under him. Maggie had spread her legs farther apart, hooked her ankles around his legs and matched his strokes by pulling herself toward him, moaning in bliss with every thrust as she helped to impale herself on his huge organ. At last the monster cock was all the way inside, and they lay happily together. Maggie, with her legs spread wide, felt exquisite pleasure throbbing through her body from where her pussy was being stretched as she believed it had never been stretched before. While she gripped his biceps, Otis lay over her, supporting his weight on his forearms and knees, because he had seen how she moved under him, and he knew it would be more fun for him to let her keep doing so. He was already deriving immense pleasure from the way the well-trained muscles in her pussy were massaging his prodigious shaft. "My god, Otis! You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen." "And you got about the hottest pussy it's ever been in." After the exchange of compliments, Otis slowly drew back until just an inch of his shaft was still inside that hot pussy, paused for a few seconds and started to drive it back inside her. When Maggie felt the biggest cock of her experience surge into her, she pulled herself toward him until their bodies came together with a loud wet sound and her juices spattered all over both of them. Once again, she moaned in joy at the tremendous fucking she was getting, and he smiled as he reveled in the way her internal muscles were working their magic on his entire erection. The next stroke was much like the first one. The cock inside Maggie's pussy was so big it was massaging all her sweet spots - and she had a lot of them -- and she could already feel her climax starting to mount inside her body. As Otis continued plunging his cock in and out of her, she started rocking from side to side besides ramming her pussy back to meet him. "Oh, my god!" she cried out joyously as her movements grew wilder and more erratic. "That's so good! Gimmee that big black cock!" Otis smiled and did what she wanted, driving his huge shaft in and out of the hole that was so avid for it. He could feel his own climax building too, but could tell the woman under him would cum long before he did, maybe even a second time, which was what he wanted to happen. He was well aware that the most sexual fun a man can have results from his sex partner getting the maximum amount of pleasure, and he could tell Maggie was doing just that. Less than a minute later, he got what he wanted. Maggie cried out again, loudly and incoherently as she started cumming. Her hands released his arms and she grabbed his shoulders and clamped her legs around his. While he kept up the slow pace he had been using, Maggie's lush body thrashed under him for the next two minutes, until she climaxed. Her hands and legs gripped him even more tightly; she cried out in joy and rammed her pussy against him for a last time. After her great orgasm, the hotsy's body relaxed under the man who had just brought it about. Although she had cum, he hadn't, and wouldn't for a while. Otis continued to slowly plunge his cock in and out of the acquiescent pussy under him, waiting for her to start responding again. He was glad he hadn't indulged too much in the watered-down drinks at the nightclub, and he knew that, with the lesser amount of alcohol he had consumed, he would be able to fuck for a long time before finally cumming. He didn't have long to wait for Maggie to be ready for more, because she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "That was great, Otis. I hope you can make me cum again, just like that time." "Yeah, I can," he answered, and started plowing his giant cock into her harder and faster and just as deeply. Maggie held his upper arms again and started fucking back the way she had before her climax. She had her own ideas about the way she wanted her next orgasm to come about, and she told her partner what she wanted. "How about you just stay in place and let me fuck myself on your great big cock?" Maggie would have preferred to get on top in the cowgirl position but she decided against making that suggestion. "Okay." She pushed against Otis's arms and her body slid toward the head of the bed, pulling her pussy free from the monster that was stuffing her. With some of its length still inside, Maggie flexed her legs and pulled against his arms again and impaled herself on his huge cock. Her pussy had been stretched enough by then, and was wet enough that she was able to envelop the entire length until she sighed in joy with the big cock buried inside her. A second later, she began another stroke but, this time, as her pussy was enveloping his shaft, Otis thrust up and forward, massaging the base of her clit with his organ. Maggie moaned loudly in ecstasy and urged him to continue the same way. "Yeah! Yeah! Like that. Fuck my clit with your big, black cock." The next stroke went the same way, as did the many after that. Maggie's level of pleasure was rapidly mounting inside her body, as was Otis's, and this time he intended to cum too. Supporting the weight of his upper body on his hands, he looked down on the face of the blonde hotsy under him and smiled at the tremendous pleasure he was giving her, and which she was returning to him. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted in a smile of bliss as she slid to and fro under him, with her body rocking from side to side. At the end of every stroke, he thrust out and upward and felt the base of her clit raking the top of his cock, bringing him ever closer to cumming. It was bringing her closer too. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered in rhythm with her pussy engulfing his massive equipment. "Oh, my god, keep fucking me," she urged him, quite unnecessarily. Otis wanted nothing more than to do that, because he knew he was also close to his climax. He remained in place and listened to Maggie moan and whimper as she repeatedly took his cock deeply inside her pussy, until she let him know of her impending orgasm. "I'm ready to cum, Otis. Really give it to me now." He really gave it to her, hard and deep, while she sobbed in delight from what was happening to her pussy. The sexy white girl thrashed about on the bed as her orgasm drew closer, and he was breathing harder too. She interrupted her sounds of joy to sing out the news. "Oh, god! Oh god! I'm cumming! Keep fucking me!" Otis kept fucking her, driving his huge cock into the body under him as she churned up the sheet and kept demanding more of him. Her fingers dug into his back and her legs clamped onto his hips as she rose and fell with each of his thrusts into her pussy. When she climaxed, all her muscles clenched and she rammed her pussy back at him for an ultimate time. After her momentous orgasm, even better than her first, Maggie sagged back onto the bed under the man who had brought it about. That man didn't stop or slow down, but kept driving his cock into her pussy until, a few seconds later, his own climax welled up from deep within his body and erupted. He shot a big gob of semen into his condom, but didn't stop until he had ejaculated three more times. He was done then, and collapsed on top of the succulent body under him, and they lay like that until she started moving. After her second orgasm of the night and bringing Otis to his climax, Maggie was almost satisfied, but she still needed something. She had not been able to suck off her black stud for the night, but that didn't mean she would have to be deprived of his cum in her mouth. When he rolled over off her, she moved to the side of the bed, sat up, carefully peeled the condom from his cock and set it aside so she could suck on it after he left. She held his softening organ in her hand and started licking up one side, relishing the semen her tongue sluiced off into her mouth and being careful to keep too much of it from dripping off to be soaked up by the sheet.