Jill was a bundle of nerves as she walked up to his building, second guessing everything as she buzzed his apartment.

What if he didn't like the way she looked now? She was in her sexiest red dress, the one her ex had called scandalous. But she was still a curvy girl.

What if the dynamic was off? It had been almost 5 years since they'd seen each other and she was his former teacher after all. Technically his TA-but still.

What if she couldn't go through with it? It's not everyday that a girl asks to be fucked on camera by a former student turned Onlyfans porn star!

Twenty stories above her in his sleek, high ceilinged, high rise apartment, Demonte also felt a flitter of butterflies but with none of Jill's hesitation. His thick cock was already half hard as he put the finishing touches on everything-checking cameras, adjusting the mood lights and turning on a sexy playlist.

Despite being an increasingly well known porn content creator, he still couldn't believe that he was finally going to be alone with his college crush!

Most of the women he filmed with were pros and people he'd just met and had no connection with. This was someone from his normal life.

The door buzzer chimed and he checked the camera to see her standing outside. He could tell she was nervous. But she also looked really, really good. She wore a low-cut short red dress that strained against her ample breasts and ass. Her hair was in a short pageboy cut and she wore a pair of black glasses. She looked every bit like the sexy librarian that every college student lusts after. He adjusted his cock and buzzed her in.

Jill stepped into the elevator to his apartment. No turning back now. Thankfully, the edible she'd eaten before leaving home was kicking in, mellowing out her nerves. But she still couldn't believe she was actually going through with this crazy idea!

She'd come across Demonte's OnlyFans page about a month ago and hadn't really known how to process the discovery. She hadn't seen him since the day of their last exam years ago. She'd always thought he was attractive, and a bevy of women on campus seemed to agree. She'd heard stories of his sexual prowess from a few of the faculty members, but he always seemed to be attached to some hot cheerleader type, and she never had the guts to do more than add a smiley face to his papers after she graded them.

But thanks to a nearly empty bottle of Merlot and an overwhelming horny itch that her favorite dildo couldn't quite scratch, she'd messaged him one Friday night out of the blue.

Demonte regularly got fan messages, inquiries for on-screen talent and blatant invitations for sex. There was always a long line of women and couples eager to sample his huge chocolate bar, on screen or off.

Jill's message had caught his attention even before he realized it was her. He'd always had a weakness for thick girls with nice asses and the picture attached to the first email-a short white woman bent over, away from the camera with a thong disappearing between the gorgeous globes of her ass-immediately piqued his interest.

She began her message by thanking him for some of the best orgasms she'd ever had. She'd said she was a new fan of his page and had already gotten off many times to his videos. Over the next couple of weeks, the two talked regularly. First, it started with her telling him which of his scenes she liked best and why she kept coming back to his content. Then, surprisingly, their conversation expanded to other parts of their lives and Demonte was surprised by how easy it was to talk to this faceless woman.

It wasn't until their conversation had gotten more personal, talking about their hopes, dreams and background, that Jill confessed who she really was. Demonte had nearly fallen out of his chair!

At first she was shy, not thinking he'd remember her, and not realizing just how much he'd been into her in school. But once the initial shock and awkwardness passed, she'd relaxed and began telling him her fantasies-how she'd always been attracted to him. And how she had always had a desire for wild sexual encounters, but had to keep up appearances at school.

Once the dam opened, she let loose all kinds of kinky secrets-she'd always been attracted to black men and had slept with a few. But the fabled big black cock had eluded her.

She admitted wishing she could trade places with the women that got to experience his thick 10-inch weapon. He knew she wanted to be in his videos but drew out the conversations for the fun of it, wanting to make her ask for what she needed. They'd been talking for about a month before she got up the nerve to ask outright.

And of course, he accepted.

Now here she was, outside his door, pushing her chest out and taking a deep breath as she rang his doorbell. And then there he was, a smiling Demonte, standing in front of her with all of his 6'4" sexual glory, in a pair of dark slacks and a white muscle tee that showed off his defined arms and chest.

"Damn!" she thought, but before she could speak, he brought his arm from behind his back, displaying a bouquet of a dozen red roses that he presented to her ceremoniously.

"Well, hello there, pretty lady. Welcome to my humble abode. Are you ready to get fucked senseless?"

The shock of the roses, the directness of the statement and his big shit-eating grin caused Jill to burst out in laughter. Demonte's goofy opening immediately relaxed her, and she felt the weight of her anxiety lifting.

And that was exactly what he'd been hoping to do. He was an excellent people reader and was very intuitive about the needs of others. And he knew appearing in a sex video was enough to make anyone nervous. So he usually did some kind of ice breaker with his first timers, catered to their personalities. Sometimes it was flowers, sometimes it was a joke, sometimes he made them strip naked and suck his cock as soon as they walked in. Whatever he deemed would help them get over the jitters and put them in the right headspace.

Plus, he genuinely liked Jill. He'd always had a thing for thick nerdy girls and thought she'd always been deliciously fuckable. He loved the way she laughed, and they stood there for a moment giggling while she caught her breath before ushering her inside.

"Hey girl, come on in."

She followed him inside and couldn't help but be impressed. There was nothing humble about Demonte's home. The living room had a wall of windows that went up two stories and provided a 180-degree view of the city and the coast in the distance. The apartment was decked out in artwork and furniture Jill could tell was way beyond the price range of an underpaid assistant professor.

"Well damn, it looks like the porn business has been good to you!"

"Oh, it definitely has," he called from the kitchen. "But most of this came from my bloodsucker years. Turns out being a heartless corporate lawyer is, in fact, terrible for the soul, but amazing for the bank account. When our firm got acquired by an even bigger bloodsucker, I took the buyout. Besides, porn's a much more honest way to make a living. And the pay's better. Can I get you a drink?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Preferably something strong." She stood in the middle of the room, impressed beyond belief. She'd heard he went all corporate after college. Apparently, the rumors were true.

As were the rumors about his huge cock, as she'd already seen on his videos. Now she was going to get to see it for herself.

Demonte returned to the living room with a carafe of dark red liquid and two glasses. He poured some for each of them and signaled for her to have a seat on the couch.

"It's good to see you, pretty lady." He sat facing her, and Jill felt their knees touch. The feather-light contact sent a chill through her body, and she took a long sip of her drink to calm her nerves.

"Wow, that's good."

"Rum punch. I figure it'd be a good way to celebrate our reunion. Be careful, though. It's strong stuff."

But just as he was giving his warning, Jill was downing the remainder of her glass.

"Good." She says while refilling. "I'm a little nervous."

Demonte grabbed a joint from the end table and took a couple of puffs before passing it to her.

"Here. Some of this should get you right."

Indeed, after a few puffs of the strong weed Jill finally started to mellow out. The fact that she was now on her third drink didn't hurt either.

"Slow down there, girl. We don't want you all sloppy."

"Sorry, it's just been a while. And this is a pretty daunting experience."

"Don't sweat it. It's just fun. I mean, you survived Mr. Johnson's medieval philosophy class, so this can't be that bad, right?"

Jill chuckled at the mention of Prof. Johnson, easily the most boring professor in the history of the educational system. Yes, being here was definitely better.

For the next half an hour, Demonte kept the conversation away from sex as they caught up like old friends. He talked about what it was like being a black guy getting his JD from Harvard. She told him about her increasing workload as a new adjunct in the Stanford humanities department.

Gradually, he steered the conversation towards her romantic life.

"So you said it's been a while. You mean to tell me all the men on campus aren't beating a path to your office door?"

She blushed at this, turning her cheeks and adorable pink. "Well, there have been a few guys, but nothing memorable for a while. I guess that's why I reached out to you."

"I see" Demonte had scooted closer and was lightly tracing a finger up her leg, stopping just above the knee.

"So what do you want today?"

"Honestly, I really just need a really good fuck." She blurted out, her inhibitions loosened by the rum and weed. His fingers on her leg did feel nice, and she spread her legs wider to give him better access.

"I see, I'm sure I can help you out in that department," he said as his hand moved higher.

"I mean, I'm not looking for anything super kinky right off the bat, but I do like it a little rough. I'm just tired of half-assed lovers that talk a good game and then bust after two minutes, ya' know?"

Dante had moved towards her so that their faces were close and his hand was inches from her pussy. She was sure he could feel the heat radiating from her needy kitten.

"Well, I admit I don't have much experience with this two-minute fucking you've been getting, but I can definitely make sure you leave here satisfied."

He could see the brimming lust in her eyes as he stopped about an inch from her lips, daring her to make the final move.

With her jitters gone and her arousal bubbling to the surface, Jill leaned forward and pressed her lips hard against his. They both moaned at this first contact and let their lips introduce themselves, increasing in intensity as they devoured each other.

Demonte could feel her eagerness as she devoured his mouth. Her breath quickened as his free hand moved to her breast and cupped it lightly.

He'd intended to start off slowly, but it was obvious that his long-time associate was raring to go, despite her initial shyness. Without prompting, she backed away and lifted her dress over her head, revealing a skimpy red bra and panty set. Demonte stopped for a minute to admire her body but her lips quickly found their way back to his, and they continued their frantic makeout.

Jill's excitement would be good for the camera, but Demonte wanted to take the edge off before they got started. Breaking away from the kiss, he dipped his head down and suckled one of her breasts. He took the erect nipple between his lips and sucked, pulling her sexy flesh into his hungry mouth. She hissed with pleasure as he lightly bit her nipple, then moved his tongue to massage the lower part of her breast.

The hand that had been on her thigh slid higher, and he could feel the heat from her steaming pussy through the lace panties. He pulled them to the side and plunged two fingers easily into her wet furnace. They'd only been at it for a few minutes, but her pussy was soaked and his fingers squelched as he pistoned in and out.

"Mmmmm, yessssss!" Jill rocked her hips to meet his thrusts as Demonte slipped another finger inside and found her g-spot. He focused on the sensitive nub, frigging her quickly until she tossed her head back onto the sofa and cried out in pleasure.

"Oh fuck, keep going, keeeeepppp goooiiiiinnnggg! I'm going to cuuuummm!!"

Demonte continued his manual assault and bit down harder on her nipple. The little nip of pain pushed her over the edge and her hips bucked up into the air. Her lower half convulsed and Demonte felt the stream of hot liquid splash onto his arm. She squirted like a fountain, cumming strongly for almost a full minute.

God he loved squirters! And it looked like she had a lot of pent-up juice to release. This was going to be a fun, messy session and the realiztion made his own rock-hard cock jump in his pants.

He watched as Jill caught her breath and opened her eyes again.

"Jeeezus! Fuck! I needed that!" She moaned and looked up at her lover as he slowly drove his fingers in and out of her.

"Yeah, I figured it'd help relax you a bit." Demonte withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips to taste.

"Mmm, you're delicious. Nothing like the taste of a hot professor!"

"Hmm, let me see." She leaned forward, and their tongues wrestled for a few luxurious moments.

Finally, Demonte broke away. "So pretty lady, you ready to get fucked senseless?"

There was a shimmer in her eyes as she looked up at him. "Heck yeah. After that, I'm so ready!"

Demonte went about double-checking the cameras and lights as he gave her a rundown.

"Ok, so this is just fun. You're here to enjoy yourself. There are four cameras, and I'll be wearing this at some points." Demonte pulled out a black baseball cap with a GoPro camera attached to the front.

"Don't focus on the cameras unless I tell you to. Now, something we didn't talk about over email: do you want to show your face in this?"

Jill had been sitting on the couch, still listening but relaxed in her post orgasm haze. But she sat up at the realization that her face would be visible. She hadn't actually thought about that part.

"Um, I'm not sure..."

"Don't stress it. We have a few options. You can show your face, which is great because you can see all of those sexy facial expressions, but I understand any concerns about privacy. I can just try to avoid your face and edit the rest out in post-production. That's fine, but it makes it a bit more impersonal, we don't get the expressions, and it's hard to film oral shots. Or you can wear a mask. I've got different kinds that can make the scene a lot hotter."

Demonte grabbed two bits of cloth from a shelf and laid them on the table in front of Jill.

"These are two types of masks you could use. One covers your entire face. Kinda like a sex slave. And the other mainly covers your eyes, more like a bank robber. A sexy bank robber!"

Jill was actually intrigued by the masks and both sounded appealing in different ways. She really liked the idea of being just a faceless, fuck toy. Her identity didn't matter. She was just a tool for sex. But she also liked the risky idea of capturing as much of her face as possible on camera. Both for the sake of the video and the raunchy thrill of someone potentially recognizing her.

"I think I'll go with the sexy bank robber this time. But can we use the other one sometime soon? I like the idea of being your faceless sex slave."

Demonte smiled. He'd always liked Jill, and as her freak side emerged he was enjoying being with her more and more.

"Of course we can. Lean forward and let me put it on you."

Jill dipped her head forward and Demonte stood in front of her, wrapping the mask around her head. From where Jill sat she could see the clear bulge in his pants as his huge, hard cock throbbed just inches from her face.

Demonte finished strapping the mask around her head. "Ok, we're good to go, oooh!"

The next thing he knew his zipper was down, and a mischievous hand had reached into his slacks and pulled out his hard shaft. Before he knew it there was a wet warmth around his cock and a moan from below as Jill stretched her mouth to engulf more of him.

"Oh fuck. Ok. Here we go then!" Demonte slipped the baseball cap onto his head and hit record, careful not to interrupt the action below deck.

Jill's pent up lust had taken over and she couldn't wait any longer. Her romantic life had been a bust for over a year and that fingerbanging had easily been the highlight of her recent sexual relations.

She rested her arms on her legs and concentrated on taking more of the 10 inch log into her mouth. She'd always been proud of her oral skills but this was definitely going to be a challenge!

She stretched her mouth and eased down an inch at a time, holding there until she was comfortable. Then she'd rock her head back and forth, spitting and lubricating the shaft as she descended. When she'd gotten about 3/4 of the way down she stopped and brought her lips back to the tip before slowly descending again. She repeated this motion over and over, fucking her throat with the large black dick and loving the feeling of her throat stretching to accept this new visitor.

Demonte was impressed. She hadn't taken him all the way yet-to be fair, not many people could-but it was obvious that she was very skilled and loved sucking dick. He laid a hand on her head and stroked her hair affectionately.

"Good girl. That feels amazing!"

Jill moaned at his touch and praise. As much as she needed this for herself, she also wanted to please him. She wanted to be his good girl. And his dirty, filthy slut.

She hadn't told him all the details of her finding his website. She hadn't told him how she'd spent countless hours watching his videos since she'd discovered them a little over a month ago. She didn't tell him how he'd secretly become her obsession and how she had watched literally every one of his videos and came repeatedly to most of them. How she'd ordered a long black dildo that she'd named after him. How she would cum and squirt with the black cock deep in her pussy and ass while she called his name and begged him to fuck her.

Now she was here, swirling her tongue around the tip of his dick and drizzling a long line spit along the head. She'd suck on his large cockhead and flick her tongue around the sensitive underside. Then she was back to bobbing in and out. She moaned as the slippery cock slid further inside of her. She could feel the line of spittle as it trailed from her mouth and puddled on her lap. The mental image made her pussy gush.

Demonte was breathing heavily as this throat goddess worshipped his cock. She obviously loved sucking dick and Demonte could tell that she was releasing energy that had probably been pent up for months.

Despite her saying that she wanted to be used, he'd planned on taking it easy on her. At least to start. Most of the people that said they wanted to be fucked hard tapped out before he got really going. But the way this woman was going she was going to get the full, 100 percent freight train express dick down!

He tightened his grip on her hair and started to guide her actions slightly. Her throaty moan of approval told him all he needed to know.

"You want to be my slut girl? You want me to fuck that dirty mouth of yours?"

"Mmmhmm." Jill confirmed as the cock never stopped seesawing into her mouth.

Demonte pulled her mouth all the way off of his cock, a trail of glistening webs keeping them joined.

"Answer me. Do you want me to fuck your slut mouth?!"

"Yes, Sir! Please fuck my slut mouth. Please use me however you like!"

Demonte smiled and shoved his cock back into the pretty professor's pie hole. She'd made it almost all the way down on her own and had only an inch of cock left. But Jill was proving to be a true fucktoy. And fucktoys don't leave any inches unsucked.

"Oh, look at that. Looks like you need a little help getting down that last little bit. Let me help you with that! Relax your throat and let me have it."

He raised his other hand, grabbed onto each side of her head and slowly edged her down that last evil inch.

Jill felt her throat expand even further until her lips were pressed against his pubic hair. He held her there, and she could feel her throat constricting around the large invader. She gagged a little and sucked in air, but Demonte stayed submerged in her depths, loving the feeling of her mouth stretching to accept him. He also knew the psychological effects of having her throat stuffed and air cut off.

Surely enough, after some brief thrashing, he noticed her body start to relax and submit as she grew lightheaded. Her eyes drooped, and her shoulders slumped slightly.

Suddenly, he pulled his entire cock out of her mouth and slapped her across the cheek with it. Jill was in a submissive dreamland as the cock replaced air, but the quick expulsion brought her back to reality. The wet cock slapping her cheek brought her back into submission.

"Look up at me slut."

Jill looked up into his face, once kind and welcoming and now brimming with deviant excitement. She inhaled gulps of precious air and kept her eyes locked on his.

"Thank me for showing you how to deepthroat my cock."

"Thank you, Sir, for showing me how to deepthroat your magnificent black cock. Can I have more?"

"Of course, since you asked nicely. Open up, slut."

Jill took a deep breath and opened her sloppy mouth. Demonte slid all 10 inches in, right to the hilt, then pulled her off quickly. He repeated the motion-tip to torso, tip to torso-until he felt himself getting closer to orgasm.

"On your knees like a good toy!"

Jill slid off the sofa and into a submissive ready position, resting her butt on her calves with her hands in her lap. Demonte continued to fuck her face, and in this position the strands of hot spit and precum dribbled down her tits, down her belly and onto her throbbing sex. The sensation was so hot, Jill almost came!

"Get ready, you little throat goblin. Here we go!!" Demonte groaned and held her head halfway down his dick. Suddenly, his cock was throbbing. Then her mouth was full of hot liquid. Jill growled as she tasted his seed and shot a hand inside her panties to frantically strum her clit.

Demonte kept filling her mouth, and by the 4th spurt, she was cumming along with him. Her mouth was full, and she struggled to hold it in as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her. She kept his cock in her mouth until she could hold back no longer. Tossing her head back and gasping, she drooled the excess cum from her mouth to run down her neck to her breasts.

"Oh fuck!!! Oh god! I'm cummmiiinnnggg!!!"

Demonte's cock wasn't completely drained yet and the last few volleys shot out and splashed against her face and neck as her release rolled on.

Jill's body slumped forward slightly and she took the still hard cock back into her mouth, nursing it while she came down from her high.

Demonte was legitimately in awe. That had been one of the best blowjobs he'd ever gotten, and it was beyond hot to watch her cumming like that. They hadn't even fucked yet, and it was like she was having a religious experience.

"Jesus Christ, girl! That was some amazing shit! Whoo!"

Jill had regained her composure and was lightly licking his cock and placing soft kisses along the shaft. Her face was still covered in cum, but she didn't seem to mind one bit.

"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for feeding me!"

Demonte remembered they were filming this scene and slid back into director mode.

"Goddamn slut, I'm going to have fun with you! Stand up, show the people that sexy body."

Demonte took one of the cameras off its tripod and walked around the nearly naked woman. He zoomed in on her ass and then on her huge tits, still glistening with his milky white release.

"Goddamn people! What we've got here today is 100% grade A PAWG-a perfect specimen of the Phat Ass White Girl genus."

"Tell the people your name, baby."

A look of surprise came over Jill's face as she looked into the camera. "My...name?"

Shit Demonte thought. Since they'd jumped right in he hadn't had the chance to tell her about the stage name bit. He lowered the camera slightly.

"Damn, sorry, babe. I didn't get a chance to tell you, but you should think of a stage name. Something we can call you on the site."

"Oh. Ok. Like Betty Blowjob or something, right?"

"Yeah," Demonte chuckled. "Something like that. But not that," he said playfully.

Jill stood thinking for a minute before smiling at him. "Ok. Got it. I'm ready to roll."

"Ok, let's do that part again. I'll just edit out all this."

He raised the camera and continued, "Alright, tell the people watching your name, sexy lady."

"Hi, everyone," Jill said in a bright, bubbly voice, waving at the camera. "I'm Ms. Jill. Ms. Jill Jackmeoff."

Demonte chuckled at her wit but kept the conversation going.

"Thank you for joining us here today Jill. We usually start with a little intro, but as the fans can see, you just wanted to get right into it, huh?"

Jill held her arms behind her back and crossed her legs, adopting a pouty, flirty expression. Her freak flag was flying proudly now and she wanted to fully embody her sex kitten role. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't help myself. I needed your cock in my throat."

Jesus, Demonte thought. This girl is a natural!

"It sounds like we've got a horny slut here today, folks. What do you think we should do now, slut?"

Jill brought her finger to her mouth and lightly bit the tip. She looked at him with the most enticing fuck me eyes that Demonte had ever caught on camera.

"I think I need to be punished with that big, hard dick, Daddy." Jill played it up for the cameras but she 100% meant every word. She wanted him to ravish her and fuck away all the mediocre sex from the past. She wanted to drive him crazy, so he couldn't wait to take her. She trailed her other hand down to her panties and rubbed slow circles across her clit.

Demonte couldn't believe that this was the same woman who'd graded his final exams. Gone was the shy assistant professor. The woman standing before him was living, breathing sex. And Demonte wanted to do very bad things to her. His cock agreed. It stood ramrod straight and midnight black, eager to give his wanton former Teacher's Assistant the dicking she apparently craved so badly.

"You know what. Fuck this!" Demonte quickly put the camera back on the tripod and rushed over to Jill, scooping her up in his arms.

"Alright, girl, you want to get fucked? Time to get fucked!"

Jill yelped in surprise as Demonte literally swept her off her feet. She was not a small girl, but he picked her up like she weighed nothing. He cradled her in his arms, and she wrapped her hands around his neck. He looked around for the best surface, then dropped her onto a cream colored chaise lounge near the window. Her big tits bounced as she hit the cushion and she looked up at him with surprise.

The lust in his eyes told her all she needed to know. He was like a raging bull staring down at her with barely contained hunger. This was the energy Jill had been craving! They hadn't even fucked, and she'd already had the best orgasm and felt more wanted than any time in her life. She loved that he was so enthralled by her. It made her feel so sexy and alive. Reveling in her role as a sex toy, Jill leaned back on the lounger and rubbed her fingers over her wet pussy.

"Please use your fuck toy, Daddy, my pussy is so ready!"

Demonte was usually in full control of his shoots. He almost always had fun, but he was usually able to keep a part of himself detached enough to think about the scene-were they in the right light? How was their angle in front of the cameras, was there enough moaning and dirty talk, etc.

But something about Jill made him lose it and throw professionalism to the wind. Maybe it was their playful, flirty history. Maybe it was that she was the perfect shy girl turned slut fantasy. Maybe it was that Demonte just loved thick girls with tits and a big ass.

He wasn't going to stop and contemplate the reason why he needed to bend down and rip off her skimpy panties. There was no higher consciousness when he grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the lounger. And his mind was on lust autopilot when he dove face-first into her succulent pussy, slurping at her wetness like she was a mango and spreading her sweet musk all over his face.

"Oh! Oooooohhhh," Jill cooed as she felt his eager mouth devour her. He lapped at her pussy lips, stuck his tongue inside of her hot hole and sucked her clit until she was writhing around on the lounger. She grabbed his head and squeezed her legs together as she came on his face, soaking him in her juices. She didn't care if he couldn't breathe. He wasn't coming up until she stopped cumming!

Demonte didn't mind at all. As the first spurts of her nectar splashed against his tongue, he opened his mouth wide and drank in her liquid love. He growled for more while sucking and licking with relish. By the time she relaxed her grip, his entire face and the white tank top he'd been wearing were soaked. He could smell her wet pussy on every inhale. The smell made his already rock-hard dick throb and bounce in front of him.

He quickly discarded his shirt and slacks while Jill lay there recovering. Her eyes were closed but shot open when she felt his naked body climb on top of her. She looked up into his eyes, burning with a desire that equaled her own.

"You are so fucking hot!" He leaned close and whispered into her ear. "We should have been fucking all this time!"

Jill caressed his face and looked into his eyes. "Yes! Now let's make up for lost tiiiimmeeohhh. Fuuuccckk!!!!"

Her words trailed off into ecstasy as Demonte wedged his huge cock into her tight cunt. It was a snug fit but he slid the head and the first few inches into her on the first stroke.

As horny as he was, he still knew that he was bigger than most men and he stopped to let her get used to his size. He slowed his breathing to regain control of his impulses and pushed until a little over half of his cock was buried inside of her streaming tunnel.

Normally, he'd stop to check in more with the person he was entering. But Jill had stoked his fires and now she was getting all the heat. He pulled back and with a single, steady stroke lodged his full 10 inches into the hilt. Jill felt him pushing past barriers inside her and into uncharted territory. The pleasure pressure made her explode.

"Oh fuck cummmiiiinnnngg!!!!"

Demonte gave her a few moments to return to earth. Then, when her convulsions settled, he kicked into gear. After all of the sexual tension and foreplay there was no slow buildup. Demonte just fucked. His hard thrusts pushed Jill back up the chaise lounge until she was wedged into the corner of the back and the armrest. He grabbed her legs and draped one over each shoulder before pulling almost all the way out then long dicking her six ways from Sunday!

Jill had the appropriate response as her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth hung open. Her hands alternated between clutching tightly into fists and searching desperately for something to hold onto. She'd succeeded in her mission to rile him up, and now she had to accept the savage consequences! Jill was more than ready for her punishment. This was exactly the kind of fucking she needed! As she felt her dripping pussy gripping his pole and saw the sexy bull of a man leaning over her, owning her sex, she imagined spending the rest of her life like this. Just eager white fuck meat for his amazing black thundercock!

Demonte dropped her legs and grabbed her hips to thrust deeper. His strong arms pulled her back and forth along his cock while he enjoyed squeezing her fleshy thighs.

Jill had no control over the situation and she loved it. Her legs flailed around like a rag doll as she mumbled unintelligible encouragements to the new master of her pussy.

"Oh, god. Yeah! Just like that. JUST. LIKE. THAT!!!! Fuuuuhhhhkkk"

She was cumming continually at this point. A steady barrage of orgasmic tremors that erupted into full-blown orgasm earthquakes. She threw her arms around Demonte's neck to hold him close as she erupted with her biggest release yet, her juices splashing between their sweaty bodies and soaking the lounger.

He stroked her hair and whispered into her ear as she lay there collecting herself.

"Good slut. Magnificent. You came on my cock so beautifully."

All Jill could do was nuzzle his neck and smile with pride. Her body wouldn't allow for anything else. After several minutes, he lifted himself up on his arms and raised his voice so the cameras could hear.

"Alright fucktoy. That was a good warm-up! Now it's time to really get fucked!"

Jill's eyes opened sleepily at his declaration. By all counts, she'd just been fucked to BBC heaven and back! But as she felt his cock swelling and throbbing inside her, she knew that she wanted more. She wanted to "really get fucked"!

He withdrew and stood up carefully. Jill grumbled at the loss of cock. It took her a few seconds to disengage from the smushed position in the cushions. But when she did his magnificent dick was there waiting.

She took his wet godmeat into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head, savoring their combined flavor. She moaned as she licked up and down the shaft, cleaning the evidence of their fuck. When he was totally clean from her tongue bath, she relaxed her throat and swallowed him down to the root.

"That's right, girl. Every time we change positions, it's your job to clean this cock off. It's your job to treat it right and show it the proper respect for giving you so many orgasms."

Jill opened her eyes and looked up. Then she looked up into the camera atop his baseball cap.

"Yes sir. Thank you for letting me have this delicious, powerful black cock."

Demonte smirked. He couldn't quite be sure how much of her performance was for the camera and how much was genuine. But either way, she had him raring to go again.

He reluctantly pulled himself from her mouth, and she looked up at him expectantly. His eyes scanned the room before landing on the big leather chair in the corner. He led her over to it and sat down, his hard cock sticking up between his legs like a flagpole.

"Climb on, sexy."

Jill placed one foot on the cushion of the large chair and hovered unsteadily above his cock. She had to really stretch herself to mount the obelisk between his legs. It stood up proud and monumental, bobbing like a metronome just below her dripping pussy. She watched as their combined juices dripped from her freshly fucked cunt and onto his cock.

She sighed heavily as she sank down, dropping her weight and swallowing the whole thing in one go. She closed her eyes and sat still for a few seconds, allowing herself to get used to the fullness. This was the largest cock she'd ever had by quite a few inches and despite the exquisite introduction she'd just received on the chaise, her pussy was still getting used to being this stretched.

Eventually, she opened her eyes and gazed at his handsome face while gently swivelling her hips in his lap. She realized that she was actually falling for this handsome man, and she was kicking herself since realizing that he'd had feelings for her in college. She could have been fucking this top tier dick for years! But they were here now, and she was dead set on making up for lost time. Her gyrations increased in speed as she thought of all the things she wanted to do with him.

A sharp slap on her ass pulled her out of her daydreaming, and another one on the opposite cheek made her yelp.

"Ow! Who said you could smack the merchandise. Sir?" she said playfully.

Demonte grinned like a lech and took a big ass cheek in each hand. "Slut right now all this ass, and every other part of you, belongs to me. It'd take an army to keep me from smacking it! Besides, you know you like it!"

Another smack. Another moan.

"Don't you?"

A harder smack. An even louder moan.

Jill did like it. The blows were hard enough to sting, but she craved the way her ass warmed on each strike. As the spanking continued, she leaned in and pressed her lips to the side of his neck, breathing heavily and wrapping her arms around him as her pussy spasmed around his cock.

She was rocking back and forth in his lap now, her soaked pussy lubricating their union. Demonte continued the spanking, alternating between smacking and grabbing her lovely white globes. She said she'd wanted to be used and he wondered how far he could take her.

"You like having that ass spanked slut?"

She'd started bouncing on his cock now, and her tits swayed as she spoke. "Yes, Daddy. I love it when you spank my ass."

"Such a fine ass. Such sexy cheeks!" He slid a finger from the bottom of her spine down between the cheeks he loved so much. He stopped right before touching her most private place and just kept his finger there.

Jill felt him creeping and leaned forward, thrusting her tits into his face. She wanted to give him better access and inhaled sharply when his finger finally slipped and into her most private hole.

"Oooh mmm. I like that, Daddy. I like your finger there."

"You like what slut? Where is my finger?"

"It's in my ass, Sir. It's in your slut's ass!"

Demonte wiggled his finger slightly before withdrawing. Before Jill could protest, he brought his two fingers up to her open mouth.

"Suck them for me, toy. Get them nice and wet for your asshole."

Jill melted at the filthy command. She'd noticed in his videos how they often ended in anal sex and she'd been intentionally practicing with her dildo for this moment. She eagerly slurped his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them and imagining it was his dick she was preparing to fuck her eager ass. She sucked harder on his fingers and swiveled her hips, shivering as his long pole grazed her G spot.

Demonte removed his fingers and slowly eased them back into her backdoor. Jill couldn't take it anymore and bucked herself back and forth in his lap, stimulating her clit, G spot and ass in rapid succession.

Demonte kicked into fucking gear. He timed his thrusts so that as his cock left her pussy his fingers delved into her ass, loosening the tight orifice. Jill was rapidly climbing the hill to orgasm again, and she knew it was going to be massive.

"Oh yes, Sir. Use me! Use your slut's holes!!"

She was really working herself on his lap now. She alternated between grinding and bouncing, loving the different sensations inside of her. She was open in ways she had never been before. Full like she'd never been before. And her orgasm snuck up and ripped through her in a way that felt like a phoenix exploding between her legs.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. OH FUCK! I'm cummmmiinnnggg again!!!"

Jill slammed down hard on his cock, and Demonte felt the tingling in his balls that let him know he was close too. He wrapped his free hand around her waist and locked her in place as he thrust up into her quivering furnace.

He knew definitively that he was going to fuck this sexy woman for the rest of the weekend and that this was just the first round of loads he'd be blowing inside of her in the next 48 hours. This had been a long time in the making. And he wasn't letting her go.

He grabbed Jill's face and kissed her passionately.

"I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to fill that sweet pussy up. Once I do you're mine. You're all mine!"

"Yes, Daddy! Yes Sir! Everything is yours! Whatever you want! Cum in me. Give me that fucking nut please!!!"

Dante switched to short, rapid-fire thrusts as he felt himself getting closer. His hips twitched, and he growled into her mouth as he shot rope after rope of sizzling cum deep into her welcoming cunt.

Jill felt his seed flooding her and the feeling triggered another round of her own orgasms. Finally, she slumped onto his chest, breathing hard.

They stayed like that for several minutes until their breathing returned to normal.

"I'm serious Jill. I hope you don't have any plans for the weekend cuz you're not leaving my sight. I own these holes right now. Whether the cameras are rolling or not."

Jill's eyes were still closed, but she smiled broadly at the statement. "I'm yours, Daddy. However, and however long you want," she said softly, still catching her breath and running a hand over his muscular back. He was losing some of his hardness, but it was still rigid enough to grind on, and Jill luxuriated in the feeling of fullness and ownership as she sat in the lap of this sexy, dominant, horse-hung man.

Still horny but with the edge taken off slightly, Demonte regained his composure and assessed the situation. The first couple of positions had been pure lust. Now the director/producer side of his brain was active again as he contemplated his next move.

With some regret, he lifted Jill's luscious body off of his and withdrew his cock from its warm, welcoming home. She moaned at the sudden emptiness, and her hand went down to her sex, rubbing her clit with light circles.

Demonte stood up and adjusted the camera on his cap.

"Alright, girl."

She looked up eagerly, still glowing and breathing hard but ready and willing to do whatever he asked.

"Come clean me off. Time for me to claim that ass!"