It’s February, and it’s 77 degrees in Florida. Sunshine warms my body like my lover’s tongue when he’s hungry. It's winter, the humidity is low, and as long as the wind doesn't pick up, I'm warm. 

I called Dante. I call him my bull because, well, he's hung like one. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s married, and I’m his white side-piece. He let himself in, came through the house, and opened the sliding back door. He smiled when he saw that I was on my back with my legs spread for him.

Dante is black, six feet one, and very muscular. His wife had been the one to pick me up at a bar one night for a three-way. I don't worry about whether he tells her that he's still seeing me. I guess that's a character flaw. We are on the same page. He likes to fuck me because I’m tight and white, and I like to fuck him because his cock is big. 

I had taken off my bikini and was lying in a wooden lounger with my legs spread, waiting for him. I watched him circle the pool, then strip at the end of the lounger. The sight of his muscular body sent mine into overdrive. I was horny, even more so since I was helping things along by playing with my nipples.

"Scratch my itch, Lover," I purred. He sat on the end of the lounger and effortlessly grabbed my thighs and pulled me up to his mouth. His tongue licked me from ass to clit in one long lick. That's what I love about him, he treats me like a fuck toy, exactly how I want him to treat me. I love the soft, cuddly sex too, but times like today, I need to be used by a man.

He ate me like a dog worrying at a bone. His tongue was rough on my clit, and bursts of pleasure were shooting up and down my spine.   He sensed I was going to cum, and he stopped. He lowered my ass down to the wood slats. He stood, straddling me and the lounger. He grabbed my arm and pulled my face to his cock, which was fully hard. Eight inches of ebony manhood. 

I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat like the good little slut I am. Dante used both hands to hold my head up as he throat fucked me. I was soaked and getting more and more turned on. He buried my face in his pubes and held my head there. He wasn’t cumming, he just wanted me to feel degraded. He was choking me with his dick. I could barely get any air.

Dante let me go, and I fell back, gasping for breath. He bent down and stripped the belt from his pants. He grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the lounger. I knew what he wanted, I put my hands behind my back, and he bound them with the belt.

“Fuck me, Dante. Fuck your bitch.” I growled at him. I know the game. He wanted both my defiance and submission. I ended up on my knees, face and tits on the cement edge of the pool.

“Count.”

He rammed a finger into my pussy. I involuntarily clamped around it. He thrust it deep.

He kept finger fucking my pussy, making a squelching sound. 

“One.” I groaned.

He added another, slamming them in and out. It felt great, but I wasn’t going to be satisfied with fingers. 

“Two.” I moaned.

 A third finger, and I was feeling stretched. “Three.” My throat tightened.

“Four.” His fingers stretched me. As the pinky joined its brothers, my pussy was on fire, but I wasn’t ready to cum. I needed his cock for that, and I was ready. His hand was coated with my juices.

“Fuck me, you bastard,” I moaned.

He rewarded me with sharp slaps on my ass. Even as I write this, I can feel the stinging burn, and I know there are still red marks on my pale cheeks. 

He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed my hips, dragging me backwards to his cock. I felt the skin on my knees grate on the concrete. He speared me in one thrust.

I screamed, “YES!” 

His cock slamming into my needy pussy was all I needed. Bursts of color blurred my eyes, and my cunt squeezed his cock, and I came hard. The insides of my thighs were running with my juices. I was on fire, partly from my scraped-up knees, mostly because my nervous system was overloaded. He hunched over me, slamming that big cock to the very back of my pussy, his cock hitting my cervix occasionally, causing spasms of pain that turned to pleasure.

“Fucking tight white slut.” he growled.

“I’m your white slut. Fuck me, you big dicked bastard. Give me that cock!” I screamed at him.

I was shoving my hips back on him. I wanted nothing more than to rub my clit, but with my hands bound, there wasn’t anything I could do. Dante must have known because he pulled out of me and unwound the belt, freeing my hands. 

He lay back on the pool deck, his cock sticking up like an obscene sundial. I scrambled to mount him, sinking and taking him all the way. I was in a frenzy.  I swear, if fucking were addictive, Dante’s cock is my crack cocaine. I lay back, holding myself above him with my hands. He thrust his hips, driving himself up into me. I was burning inside. The angle drove his cock against my G-spot, and I snapped upright. I had one hand on his chest and one strumming my clit as I swirled my hips, and rose and fell on him.

“Cumming!” I screamed.

My pussy squeezed him, milking him. He lifted me off his cock, and forced me to my knees as he stood. He mounted me doggie again, but he only put his cock in me to get it wet. I felt his spit hit my ass, and I braced to take that big fat black cock in my asshole.

He eased his cock into my ass, not to save me any pain,  just so HIS cock wouldn't hurt as he reamed my ass. I screamed as he ripped his cock in and out of me. I felt like he was tearing the walls of my shit hole. As he opened me wide. I was slapping and pinching my clit, I wanted, no, I NEEDED to cum again.  Dante grabbed my hair and pulled me upright. He turned me around and shoved his cock down my throat.

I swallowed his dick as he held my head and fucked my throat again. He groaned and pulled his cock from my mouth, spraying his cum all over my face and tits. I grabbed his ass and tried to get that slab of meat back in my mouth.

“Fuck, you are a horny cunt, but I gotta save some for the old lady.” He hissed.

He pulled away, picking up his clothes. Dante dressed, and I wiped cum from my mouth and cheeks. I kissed him and said, “I’m alone here all week, working from home. Bring Taj along; I can always take another cock.”  

Dante slapped my ass and said he might as he left my house, leaving me well fucked.