Caving into a big black cock craving.
A big black cock craving got me in trouble. I have always had a little flavor for black guys, and it all came from where I grew up. I’ve gone across the country once or twice, which means I grew up in Los Angeles, surrounded by plenty of handsome Hispanic and black men. Can you imagine what that did to me? Honestly, I basically grew up with a big black cock fantasy and didn’t even know I had one. I thought it was just a personal preference, but in fact, it was its own entire kink. The first black guy I ever caught a crush on was Marcus. Now, Marcus was this tall basketball player, half white, half black, medium-skin, and green eyes. Am I painting a pretty picture yet? The boy was HANDSOME, and I met him in the middle of high-school.
He was my first black crush and first black boyfriend. Of course, my dad hated him. You know how it goes. My dad’s Hispanic, so he wasn’t all that thrilled that I was dating a black guy, and wouldn’t be much happier if I’d dated a white one! So, at the end of the day, I didn’t care what my parents thought about him. He was attractive, sweet, and turned me on like crazy.. But I didn’t fuck him yet1 I did a lot of sexting through that relationship, always sending a million pictures and staring in awe at his big black cock. However, I didn’t get to fuck him. He just left me with a big black cock craving that would carry me to my next relationship, with Omari.
A tall, dark, and handsome thug.
Yep, I said it. He was a thug. He was literally in a gang, a Crip, and my dad was NOT pleased about that either. The couple of times he came over, he tried to act very politely and respectable to my parents, but he acted and spoke very differently. He had dreadlocks, on top of it all. My big black cock craving had taken me from one handsome light-skinned black guy to a rough, tough, literally-ended-up-in-jail kind of black guy. And still, I adore those two ex-boyfriends indiscriminately. In fact, I still fuck Omari. He might have been in and out of prison a few times, but he’s had great luck with lawyers and gotten away with a lot of dirt. He’s still my favorite friends-with-benefits to turn back to.
And can you blame me? The black phone sex I had with him was amazing. His cock is massive. Marcus was about nine inches, and Omari can be a solid ten or eleven depending on how hard I get him. I love to tease him, and he thoroughly enjoys it. He’s told me I make him cum like no other girl can, and I’ll wear that crown PROUDLY. After all, I spend a lot of time teasing and taunting him just so that he’ll fuck me harder. The man can get very, very rough. He manhandles me just like I desire and daydream about. Even now, I’m writing this and already fucking wet, thinking of how he’d grab my hips and toss me onto the bed.
I’m hopelessly in love with his cock.
And of course, I love the way he knows how to rough me up. He bends me over; he pins me down, he brings my ass up so that he can spank it as rough as he wants to. No one else treats me like that, and no one else has a cock that can match his size! It’s all whittled down to that. Only black men know how to fuck me, and only black men have the cock it takes to do it just right. Omari has been fucking me ever since my junior year of high school, and I still adore our nights together. He was the reason I first went on birth control, but after a while, it didn’t even matter. I still let him cum inside me, even when I’m not on it.
Why would I stop fucking him, really? I can’t help myself. If I stopped seeing him as a fuckbuddy, I think I’d just have to find another black guy to fuck me just right. My black cock craving goes beyond a matter of size. It’s about their entire demeanor. I need a man, not a sissy. I need someone who can handle me and my taunting, my teasing, and my temper.
