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Des had been leaning against the bar. Now, he stood up. He wasn't as tall as Drew, but he might have been 6'4" or 6'5". It was quite a sight when we got on the dance floor. I came up to the middle of his chest.

"White girls come up here for one thing," he whispered as we danced.

"What's that?" I asked, feigned innocence.

"Oh, don't play stupid with Des. You want to see what it would be like with a black man. What would it be like to get some black dick."

I was shocked by his bluntness, but he was right. I held him a little closer. "Des, you do know what a girl like me wants. I'm looking forward to getting to know you. Can we get a cab right out front?"

We weren't inside my hotel room more than a minute before our tongues were dancing, but then Des didn't waste any time. He pushed me to my knees. "Jan, I just know this is what you want."

He wasn't wrong. For the next hour, I entertained his cock with my mouth, lips and tongue. I was still on my knees in the foyer, and still completely dressed.

Marletta didn't steer me wrong. Des' cock was as big if not bigger than young Drew's. It deserved my full attention. When I thought he was close, he pulled me off it. I was reluctant.

"Let's see what you got?"

I hesitated. I wasn't sure what he meant. Then it dawned on me. While he finished undressing and made himself comfortable in a chair, I undressed for him. Not that I had much to take off. I let my cocktail dress fall to the floor, and stood in front of him in just my panties. I was braless.

"Damn girl. I'm going to enjoy some of that, but first, why don't you get back on your knees. I know you liked that."

"Oh Des, I did. You have the most magnificent cock." It was long, fat and as black as the darkest night. I couldn't wait to get it back in my mouth.

I sucked and then sucked some more. "You can take more, girl. I know you can."

I tried. "That's it, girl. Des knows you want to take all of my big black dick, don't you?"

I nodded, and stretched my lips down his shaft. I still had a considerable amount to go, but it wasn't for lack of trying. I was bobbing up and down on Des' majestic cock like I'd been deprived of cock for ages. It felt that way. I mean, I'd been deprived of cock like this for my entire life. I sucked and sucked.

I could feel Des getting close again. So did he. "Why don't you stop for a while."

On one hand, I was grateful for the rest. On the other I didn't want to take, what did I call it, majestic? Or was it magnificent cock? Out of my mouth.

He let me rest, but not like you think. "Let's see it. I always enjoy looking at white pussy."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but he told me to get on my back and spread my legs.

Des was sitting in a chair, and there I was, on the floor, on my back with my legs spread; spread as wide as possible. "Damn, Jan, that's one fine pussy. Open it up for me."

I spread my labia. To be honest, it was humiliating, but there was the promise of more of Des' big black cock to consider.

He stared at my wide-open pussy, then stared some more, all the while telling me how beautiful it was. "I've never seen a pussy as gorgeous," he told me more than once. "If the woman who belongs to the pussy could find a way to swallow my cock, all of it, I could be convinced to eat it. Des loves white pussy."

Could I have got on my knees any faster?

Des stood up and towered over me as I unhesitatingly put that big cock in my mouth. Like I said, it was humiliating lying on my back with my legs spread, showing off my pussy. You would think it was just as humiliating being on my knees.

It wasn't. I was thrilled to be in this subservient position; servicing Des' cock with my mouth. "Show Des that you deserve his tongue. Suck my big black dick. You know what I want."

I sucked and sucked.

"Damn girl. I'll bet you fuck as good as you suck."

I was looking forward to getting fucked by that big cock.

"But you don't get fucked until you show my big black dick the proper respect."

I knew he meant that I had to deep throat it. I was getting closer and closer. However, at the same time, my neck was getting sore and my lips were raw.

I guess Des sensed it. "Why don't you rest? Get on your back and show Des your pussy again."

It wasn't as humiliating this time, until . . . "play with your pussy. I'll bet when you get home, you'll fuck yourself thinking of Des' big back dick."

It wasn't that I didn't masturbate. I started when I was a teenager, but I'd never done it in front of anyone, not even Brant, my husband. Now, here I was in a hotel room with a man, a black man, I hardly knew and I was on my back, legs spread and my fingers were busy.

"That's it, baby. Tell Des how much you love sucking his cock."

I did. I mean I played with my clitoris while telling Des how much I loved sucking his cock or as he told me to say, ‘his big black cock.'

I writhed on the floor as I had an orgasm. "one more time, baby, one more time."

One more time became two more times, and then, "come on, Jan, now you can have my black dick again."

Des got on the bed, and stood against the wall; leaning on the headboard. I was right behind him; the bed felt better on my knees. This time I was determined to take every inch of that big black dick.

"That's it, baby, you know what Des wants. You know that if you do Des right, he'll give you his big black dick and maybe I'll get a taste of white pussy."

What he wanted is for me to deep-throat that cock. I'd been getting closer and closer.

Finally, I could feel the texture of his ball sack against my lips. I'd done it. I savored all that black meat in my mouth.

Now, that I knew I could do it, I started going up and down on it. My lips slid from his cockhead to his sack, and then back again. Up and down, I went, hoping to get rewarded with his cum.

That's another thing. Ever since I'd started giving blowjobs, I'd enjoyed the taste of cum. Sometimes when I was blowing Brant, he wanted to fuck or eat me. Oh, no. I wasn't going to forego the feeling of him exploding in my mouth and of course, the taste.

"Good girl. Now, Des wants some of that white pussy."

I got on my back, reluctantly. I wasn't going to get my reward of a mouthful, but I was going to get fucked.

No, I wasn't. Des went down on me. I thought I'd been eaten before. Not true. Des was the greatest pussy eater. His tongue massaged my clitoris until I came. "Jan, you have the sweetest, most beautiful pussy ever," he told me as I enjoyed my orgasm.

For a few minutes, with my legs spread as wide as possible, he just looked at my pussy. "Damn, that sure is lovely." Then his tongue lapped up all my juices and found my clitoris again.

One, two, three; maybe four orgasms. "Tell Des, what you want. What do you want, baby?"

I so wanted to get fucked; I wanted to feel that big black cock invading my pussy. On the other hand, what man doesn't like a blowjob?

After what he'd just done to me, he could have anything he wanted. "Des, let me suck it; let me suck your big black dick."

He laughed, "so the little white girl, wants my big black dick." He was still between my legs. Big Des, rolled me on my stomach. "please, no Des, you'll hurt me."

I was afraid he wanted to fuck my ass. Not that I'd never done that, but certainly not with a cock as big as his.

"No, no, baby. Des wants your pussy. I could feel his cock at my entrance. It was so big and I was so small, but I'd done Drew.

It was the greatest feeling in the world when he was all the way in. My pussy was drenched from all the sucking I'd done; it got even wetter when Des ate me. I handled that big black meat-no problem.

Not that it didn't stretch me. And not that there wasn't some pain, but I loved every second of it. Des grabbed me by the hips and started to bang me hard. I started moving my ass.

If Des was the greatest pussy eater ever; he was also the best fuck ever. He slammed that cock into my pussy repeatedly. I grunted and groan; I sighed and moaned and fucked him right back.

"Baby, you've got the best pussy. Des wants to keep fucking it; Des wants to eat it again."

"Yes, Des, my pussy is all yours, but you know I want to suck your big black cock. I want to suck the cum out of it."

"Not right now, baby." He banged me faster and faster. Like I said, it was the best fuck I'd ever had or expected to have.

He rolled off me and on his back.

You all know that men need some time to recuperate, but women are invigorated.. I went down on him; licking up our juices from his cockhead and his shaft.

When I'd cleaned him up, I started on his ball sack. Sometimes a ball sack is all shriveled up and other times, it's hanging down. I'm sure a doctor could explain it, but all I knew is that Des had the best ball sack ever and the biggest. I rubbed my face in it; I licked it all over; I played with those balls with my lips and my tongue. But mostly I rubbed that sack all over my face.

That's how our weekend went. Sucking and eating. Whenever Des fucked me, he fucked me like a dog. I loved it.

I got home late Sunday afternoon. My pussy was sore and my lips raw. I was euphoric.

Brant was home in bed; I cuddled up to him. "How was your weekend, honey?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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