It was a shitty day. Bad enough that I did what I never do: go to a bar alone. It was still early, around 6. I drifted from the bar to the pool table, playing solo and rebuffing the guys who thought they were getting lucky.

A couple of guys talked me into a game of pool, but they were drunk and crap players. I easily ran the table on both of them. I flirted with the bartender, catching the twinkle in his eye as he leaned in, eager to learn about the new girl.

I almost gave him my number, but held off. Maybe next time, I thought.

Around 7:30, as I looked at my phone, I noticed someone nearby.

She was five foot nine and had a milk chocolate complexion.

She looked me up and down and extended her hand. “LaTisha.”

I returned the handshake and said, “Mandi.”

“They circle like vultures, don’t they?” LaTisha commented.

“I’ve shot most of them down.”

“I know; we have been watching you.”

“We?” I asked.

“My husband and I. You seem stressed.”

“Shitty day.”

“Dante’s cock could improve it, if I can be frank.”

I looked at her; she was serious.

“Fuck your man?”

“You look like you need a big dick.”

I chuckled. “It’s been a couple of years since I had a BBC. I miss it.”

“So, you want to be a slut for him?”

“What about you?”

LaTisha shook her head. “I don’t do women. I will watch him destroy that pussy of yours.”

A small alarm went off in my head.

“You talk shit while he fucks.”

“Yes. You ready to be a fuck hole?”

​I stood up. “Lead on.”

I followed them to their place, about five miles from my house. I was buzzed, and I should not have been driving, but we got there without incident. The whole way, I wondered how big he was. We got into the house, and Dante pulled my hair, forcing my head back. He kissed me hard and then let me go.

“How rough do you want it?”

“If I say tangerine, or if my mouth is full, I put up my index and pinkie; stop.”

He picked me up with one arm and carried me to the bed. He put me on my feet.

“Strip. Then strip me.”

My gut was churning. I have a submissive streak that twines with a Domme one. In that moment, I was completely sub. I stripped down. I should have been sexier, but I was horny. So, I peeled off and stood there, letting him see the body he was about to possess.

I unbuttoned the tight shirt. Dropping to my knees, I removed his kicks one by one, then, full of anticipation, I tugged and went for his belt. I could see he was getting hard, and I was drooling, waiting for the reveal.

​ I pulled his pants and shorts down, and his cock sprang up, nearly hitting me in the face. I grabbed that snake, my fist at the root, the other on top. My guess is that my fist spans about three to three and a half inches across. With both fists on him, he still had a couple of inches of shaft to the mushroom head. Without measuring, Dante has to be at least nine inches. I took him in my mouth, and he pushed the back of my head. I relaxed my jaw and throat, taking almost all of him without gagging.

“Fuck.” he moaned.

LaTisha muttered, “Impressive.”

​ I pulled off, licking that fuck pole like an ice cream. I sucked the frenulum, and he groaned at that one. That groan made me think I might have been the first to suck that sensitive underside of his cockhead. Dante reached down and picked me up under my armpits, and laid me on the bed. I moved to the middle of the bed.

“Don’t run from him, cunt.” LaTisha growled from the chair next to the bed.

I spread my legs, pulling my thighs up.

“Not running. Giving this stud room to fuck me proper.”

​Dante looked at his wife. “Picked a good one, baby.”

He grabbed my ankles, spreading me even further. I reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding him to my aching pussy. He drove in, going balls deep on the first thrust. It was good that I was soaked from sucking that monster cock, because it fucking HURT to get that deep on the first penetration.

“FUCK!” I screamed.

“White bitch can’t take it,” LaTisha said, rubbing her cunt through her panties.

“Watch me.” I groaned; I locked eyes with Dante. “Go HARD!”

Dante pulled out till just the tip was in me and rammed deep again. His cock smashed my cervix. I arched my back, partly from pain, a lot from ecstasy. My hips were working on their own, fucking up to meet Dante on every downstroke.

“Fuck, you are tight, white girl,” he growled.

“Tight, hot, and wet as fuck. All for you, baby.” I moaned. My hips rolled, and my pussy massaged the enormous cock that made me feel complete.

Dante rolled off, and I sprang onto his cock, impaling myself. “Fuck. My. Hot. Fuck. Box.” I said on every downstroke. Dante groaned.

“Fuck, babe, she’s taking me like you do,” he said to his wife.

I was there; I came on his cock. “FUCK!” I screamed. I arched back, my hair falling free as I shook through it.

“Bitch can’t fuck.” LaTisha called out. I settled, Dante’s cock visibly distending me.  I looked at LaTisha, and I gave her both barrels.

“Shit. I’m the fucking Queen of Spades.”  I looked down at him. “Now pick a hole and fucking give me your cum.”

Dante flipped me onto my back and drove deep inside me. We fucked hard for five more minutes until he groaned, arched his back, and filled my cunt with cum.

“ASSHOLE!” LaTisha screamed. “You are not supposed to cum in the whore, what if you knock her up?”

Neither of us really heard her; we lay together in a pool of sweat and cum. I felt his cock stirring, and I reached down, stroking it.

​I kissed him and whispered, “Get hard, lover. Fuck my ass.” LaTisha was in disbelief when Dante mounted me, pushing easily into my asshole. He stopped and spat to lube me up, but soon he had buried himself balls-deep. I flexed my ass, milking his cock. LaTisha had fingers deep in her own pussy.

“Fuck me, Dante. Fuck me hard and deep.” I moaned. Then it hit me. “She doesn’t give you her ass, does she?”

“Whore slut likes it in the ass.” LaTisha moaned, her eyes watching his ebony cock reaming my pink ass.

Dante moved in and out, occasionally spitting to lube our union.

“Nothing is better than a huge cock in my asshole,” I groaned. I was Dog Down, tits on the bed and ass in the air as I took every inch of his thick black cock.

The room was silent except for the slap of Dante’s thighs on my ass, and the squelching of LaTisha’s fingers in her soaked cunt.

She was shuddering in the throes of her own orgasm. I held my hand back, stopping Dante.

I got off the bed, and before she could say anything, I had my tongue in her pussy. LaTisha didn’t stop me, and I got my hands and fingers into play, sliding fingers into her pussy and sucking on her clit.

“God! You are licking me!” she moaned.

Dante stood by her head; she swallowed his cock as I brought her closer and closer to an orgasm.  

​I stopped sucking her clit long enough to ask her,

“How does my pussy and ass taste?”

It must have been the last straw. She pulled off her husband’s cock and screamed as she came around my fingers.

LaTisha recovered. “Dante, fuck this white cunt and cum in her. Knock the fucking slut up.”

The sub in me loved the abuse, but that other part of me flared up.

I was on my back and beckoned to the stud.

“Yeah, Dante. Show your wife what it’s like to fuck a real woman. Go balls deep, stud.”

Dante growled and did just that. His balls slapping my ass with every hard stroke. We fucked hard, growling at each other. “Gonna cum again,” I growled, and He drove deep and hard.

In one of the rare instances in my life, I squirted. I soaked Dante and the bed, and I nearly fainted.

“Holy Fuck!” Dante exclaimed. He drove into me over and over, and finally stopped.

He got up quickly and shoved his cock into LaTisha’s throat, dumping his cum there. Some sprayed her face.

Silence fell. Dante reached for his shorts, and LaTisha headed for the bathroom.

I lay there, wanting more. Dante said, “Get dressed.”

I slowly dressed; Dante didn’t invite me to wash up. In the living room, I decided to give him one of my cards and kissed him.

“You better fucking call me. Next time, my place so I can wash you with the care you deserve.”

Arriving home, I stripped and grabbed the biggest dildo I had. I drove it into my cunt, moaning Dante’s name. I fucked myself, lay flat, then straddled it, fucking up and down, eyes closed, replaying every sight, sound, scent, and sensation.

“Fuck your slut, Dante. Make me your queen.” I peaked, and for the second time, I squirted.

I collapsed and fell asleep, bed soaked with squirt, me smelling like a gangbanged whore, the dildo halfway stuffed in my aching pussy.

The sun was stupidly bright. Dragging myself out of bed, I took a shower and burned through all of the hot water.

I was late for work, but when I walked through the door, I wore a smile. I knew people would look at me all day and see a small smile. Although I was sore, I felt better than I had in a long time.

By noon, I was wet thinking about the previous night. Without touching myself, I got hotter and hotter. I was about to order lunch when my phone rang.

“Hi, this is Mandi.”

“It’s Dante. I want to see you.”

I was so hot; his voice made me cum.

“You OK?”

“Dante, you just made me cum with your voice. Tell me when and where so I can worship your cock.”

“Your place.”

I gave him my address and the time he could be there.

The rest of the day, I got nothing done, and the small smile turned into a huge grin.