Yes, daddy, This big ass, poor booty is yours. Whenever you want it. It's yours, however you want it. You've got my number, Give me a ring, tell me where you'd be, and I'd come looking for you. My boyfriend will drive me to where you're at. Don't worry. He's a pussy and won't mind you fucking me in his presence. He gets off on that. He won't protest if you desire me for the rest of the night, neither would I. As long as you fuck me
good, then order me a cab home later. I never thought sex would be this good until my boyfriend's sweet talk me into having sex with a handsome black stud like yourself head to toe. I'm a carbon copy of my mum. Big tits, wide hips, and a thick booty are the physical qualities I inherited from her, But I was never as outgoing. My boyfriend can attest to this. It took a long time before I became comfortable around him. Whenever I was naked. Having sex with him used to be a tasking
chore. He too, was usually awkward and uninspiring when we had sex, but he was better at it than me. I barely knew what to do besides lie down and wait for him to extract his pleasure from me. The only time I turned loose was usually whenever I imbibed some alcohol, and then I'd barely recall what actions I took afterwards. The thought of having any form
of pleasure from sex was nonexistent. Things did change last summer when we took a summer trip to South Florida. We were strolling along the sandy beach holding hands while admiring the gorgeous scenery with people around. I noticed a group of black men sauntering towards our direction. They ogled me and weren't bashful about it. As they passed us, one gave a wolf tight whistle, and I
heard another say, man, I'd fucking smashed that booty. Anytime his friends burst into sniggering fits, I could perceive their eyes still on my backside, even as I tightened my grip on my boyfriend's hand. We returned to our hotel suite, and my boyfriend threw me on the bed and demanded immediate sex. He grasped my tits in both hands and hungrily fed upon them with a lust I hadn't witnessed before his hands caressed me, and he moaned while he
did. He barely enabled me to pleasure him back, as he solely wanted to please me. It seemed even when we began fucking. He seemed even when we began fucking, he seemed unbothered that I wanted him to last so that I could get equal pleasure in return. He never attempted to slow his pace. He held and ground against me without care. He ejaculated within minutes, gasping heavily while squirting, Come inside my pussy. I pushed him aside and demanded to know what had gotten into him. I'm sorry, babe,
he muttered, while attempting to control his breathing. When I heard those fellows talk about wanting to bang you, that made me go crazy. I couldn't stop imagining them having their way with you. Oh yeah, and what if they'd had their way with me? Then? What would you have done? Sit there and watch? No, he replied, of course, not just to what, babe, I'd want to fuck you after they're done with you. He was laughing when he said that, but I wasn't pleased about him
wanting to share me with a bunch of hooligans for sex. What sort of tramp did he think I was? I voiced my anger and hurled a pillow at him, then went and locked myself in the bathroom. Then when to lock myself in the bathroom. I came out after washing myself, and he apologized and explained himself better. You're very beautiful, babe, and you've got
an incredible body about yourself. I would never want to whore you out to nameless men like so, but I'd love nothing but see other men appreciate the sort of woman I have, which is you. Hearing those guys make those lude comments merely boosted the love I've got for you. What better way for me to let the world know I've got the girl with the best shape booty in the world with me. He kept talking and talking until I felt I'd heard enough, but it didn't calm my fears about him wanting to see me
engage in sex with another man. As if to prove that point, he later raised the subject, inquiring if I'd be interested in flirting with someone to see what might happen. You don't have to do anything, and you don't want you, babe, he explained, I mean, if you feel you're not up for it. I'd like to see it as some sort of experiment. Let's say I agree to this stupid experiment. What if the man does want to have sex with me? I asked, would you expect me to
say yes to him or tell him I've got a boyfriend. He shrugged and said, I trust you to go with your instincts, babe. That was a lie. I knew he wanted me to have sex with whichever man I was to meet, but didn't want to say it out right. In case I said no, I decided to give it a try. We went to the hotel bar and waited for the place to get lively with people. I appraised the men. I saw many were with their wives and looked too old for me. I stopped when I saw a black man alone at the bar.
He was admiring the women around, which let me know he was by himself. I indicated him to my boyfriend, who agreed and told me to give him a shot. I left our table and strolled towards the bar. The black man looked at me and liked what he saw. I smiled back, but didn't try to force it. I didn't want him to think I was out to hustle him. He offered to buy me a drink. I told him I shouldn't because my boyfriend might not like me drinking with a stranger.
My name's Thaddeus Black, but my friends call me Thad. See I don't need to be a stranger anymore, he said. I agreed and introduced myself while shaking his hand. I ordered a glass of ginger ale. We made a toast and then talked for a while. He said he was a private investigator who'd come to the Sunshine State on holiday, though he'd unfortunately made the trip alone. How come you're alone, I inquired. A handsome gentleman
like you shouldn't have trouble snagging any woman around. Maybe it's because I'm from the East Coast. The women there operate on a different wavelength than the ones here. Unless you'd care to give me a few pointers. He was so charming, I couldn't help being seduced by his talk. I knew my boyfriend was watching our interaction, probably hoping I would take up Thad's offer to let him show me his sweet I agreed. I soon finished my drink and then
left with him. We covered the distance from the bar to the bank of elevators in less than a minute. The whole time, Dad had his arm around my waist and would often slide down to grasp my butt. I couldn't help but enjoy the touch. We arrived at his suite, and except for minor differences, it was nearly the same as mine, but on a separate floor that sensed what I wanted as I did. Likewise, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I kissed him back, and we clumsily
transported ourselves to the bed. I slipped out of my clothes and watched him discard his His cock was turgid black and looked terrifically scary than my boyfriend's. I was about to learn this was how it usually was when it comes to fucking black men. Dad was sensuous when he kissed my body. He pleasured my massive tits while gently massaging my vagina in ways I wished my boyfriend would. He was such a gentleman when it came to full play, and I
repaid him in the best way. When it became my turn to get his cock further hard in my mouth, I performed other tricks, like sliding his cock between my massive tits while trying to catch the tit with my mouth. I couldn't help but laugh at each attempt. The longer I sucked his cock, the hornier I grew. I then lay on his bed and urged him to get to work on me. Dad. He has lifted one meaty thigh over his arm while inserting his cock into my vagina. It occurred to me
later that he wasn't wearing any condom at that moment. I didn't seem to care, as I wanted him badly. His cock cut off my breath and made me squirm upright. My body jerked in response to him as he slid further inside me. My pussy exhaled a farting noise while he did. That was my seal of approval. Thad spread my thighs and positioned himself better, grunting with effort as he got busy punishing my pussy. I responded accordingly,
bucking against him in frantic mode, wanting his cock more and more. Throbbing ecstasy reverberated over my entire body like a live wire. I'd never been as fulfilled as I was that day, and it was like I wanted every inch of him. I hugged him to my torso and locked my legs over his back while his butt slammed against me, knocking the wind from my lungs. On and on I went, while he kept pounding me harder and harder into the bouncing comfort of his bed. I could feel his prick digging through my
womb straight to my chest. I wanted to plead for him to slow down. All I could manage instead were throaty gasp. He turned me over, and I was glad to wave my large butt at him while I hugged his set of pillows. He smacked my butt before sliding into me. At some point I yelled at me to fuck me hard. My eyes stayed half shut as I sank into my walloping lust. Yes, daddy, Oh daddy, fuck me, Oh, fuck me harder, daddy. Thad pulled my hair.
He smacked my butt repeatedly and never slowed his pace. I loved every minute of it and more. He extracted his cock and ejaculated spurts have come over my butt. He reached for his phone and took snapshots of my come splattered. But we exchanged numbers and he texted me the photo. Then I shared it with my boyfriend and got a stunning response from him. Daddi has said he had four more days before returning to New York City. My boyfriend
and I had another week before ending our summer vacation. I spent much of my time in thad Suite until he left. When we weren't watching TV or talking, we were having sex. I invited my boyfriend over and he got to watch that and me in action, such as how I became the big booty black cock slot that I am now and my boyfriend has never been happier than ever. Well, I hope my story. AMU. Don't forget to give me a call whenever you want me. I'm always around and ready to fuck