Comparing and frustration

Tamara Fox sighed as she slipped off her nurse's uniform, the crisp white fabric clinging to her curves before she hung it neatly in her closet. The day had been long, filled with the usual hustle and bustle of West Mercy hospital, but her mind kept drifting back to one patient in particular—Aaron Reigner. His name was a constant whisper in her thoughts, and his cock... well, that was an entirely different story.

She grabbed her phone, scrolling through countless images until she found it—the single selfie she had taken with Aaron's monstrous white cock hanging between his legs. She smiled at the memory, feeling a warmth spread through her pussy as she zoomed in on the photo. The contrast in skin tone was striking: her deep brown skin against his pale flesh. A face that was eclipsed by a semi-flaccid cock. It was close to eleven inches in the photo, just dangling next to her like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

Suddenly, she remembered the cock when it was erect. When it hovered over her with thirteen inches of pure, untamed power.

"God damn," Tamara muttered under her breath, her fingers tracing the screen as if she could feel the heat of his flesh through the glass. "That thing is unreal."

She was SO glad she took that selfie. At least now, she had evidence. A bit blurry and messy but still evidence.

She closed her eyes, letting the image of Aaron's cock fill her mind. It was thick, too, not just long. She remembered how it had felt inside her, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory, and she bit her lip, feeling a throb between her thighs.

"I can't believe I actually took a picture," she said aloud, her voice breaking the silence of her apartment. "What was I thinking? I mean...if this gets out...if dad finds out..."

Lucius Fox, the richest man in Gotham. If she got hacked, someone could easily **** her and her family. Not just her but the very existence of her brother, Jace Fox, one of the two Batmen.

But deep down, she actually didn't care that much. She had been thinking about how it would feel to have that BWC inside her again, how it would feel to be claimed by that monster cock. She had been thinking about how much she wanted him, how much she craved him.

Tamara glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was late, but she didn't care. She needed to do something to calm the burning desire in her gut. She grabbed her phone again and headed to her home theater, her bare feet padding softly across the plush carpet. She settled into the leather recliner, kicking off her shoes and crossing her legs.

"Fuck it. I've never seen porn on the big screen but might as well," Tamara said, her voice tinged with sarcasm as she opened her favorite porn site. She navigated to her saved playlists, clicking on "Big Dick Worship" with a sense of resignation. She knew what she was going to see—men with semi-impressive sizes, yes, but none that came close to Aaron's thirteen-inch beast.

The first video loaded, and she watched as a woman gushed over a eight-inch cock, her hands and mouth working in tandem to worship it. Tamara couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Eight inches? Please. Show me something real."

The next video featured a man with an eight and a half inch dick, but his girth was lacking. Tamara groaned, fast-forwarding through much of the action. "It's not even close," she muttered. "BWCs...I guess only Aaron really fits that description."

By the time she got to the third video, she was already frustrated. The black man in the video had nine inches, eclipsing the previous white men, but his face left much to be desired. If you were going to be hung, have an attractive face with it too. Otherwise...

"Worthless." Tamara sighed, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes. She could hear the moans and sighs of the women in the videos, but it did nothing to satisfy the ache in her own body.

"Why can't I find anything that compares?" she asked herself, her voice echoing in the empty room. "Is it really so impossible to find someone with a cock like Aaron's?"

She opened her eyes, staring at the screen as the video finished. The white woman in the video was cumming hard from the BBC, but Tamara felt nothing. She was still focused on Aaron, on his cock, on the way it had felt inside her. She wondered if she would ever be able to find someone who could match that experience.

"Ha, I guess the same way this white chick whores over this BBC, I'm whoring over Aaron and his BWC."

She could almost feel his presence in the room with her, his cock heavy and hot against her palm. She imagined wrapping her hand around it, squeezing tight, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

"God, I need you," Tamara said. "I need to feel that cock inside me again."

Her thumb pressed the play button, and the video started up once more. But this time, it wasn't the same. This time, all she could think about was Aaron, about the way he had fucked her, about the way he had made her feel. She could almost hear his voice in her ear, low and gravelly, telling her to take every inch, to let him fill her completely.

"Fuck," Tamara breathed, her body trembling with anticipation. "I can't do this anymore. I need... I need..."

Her voice trailed off, her mind racing with thoughts of Aaron, with visions of his cock buried deep inside her. She could feel the pressure building in her core, the need for release becoming almost unbearable. She needed to touch herself, needed to relieve the tension that had been building all day.

She reached down, her fingers brushing against her clit. This feeling...it was too tame. Masturbation was too damn tame. "F-fuck...! W-why..."

It wasn't working. Her fingers weren't bringing her pleasure.

Fuck! Fuck! "Don't tell me that white cock ruined me..."

She tried for the next ten minutes and failed miserably. The need was too strong, the desire too fierce, and yet not results. None at all. She furiously fingered herself, her breath hitching as she imagined Aaron's cock pressing against her entrance, teasing her, tempting her.

Only when she thought of his cock did any resemblance of pleasure spike inside her.

"Please," Tamara whispered, her voice shaking. "Please, just let me come. Just this once."

Her fingers moved faster, her body responding to the fantasy playing out in her mind. She could feel the buildup, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her. She was so close, so close to the edge.

"Aaron," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh god, Aaron..."

The white woman getting railed by the big black cock orgasmed.

Tamara did not.

She tried, she kept chasing that high, but it always failed.

It would always fail.

Tamara gasped for air, hot and red. "Aaron, you..."

It was settled. She couldn't bring herself to orgasm without thinking of Aaron, without imagining his cock inside her. She needed a dildo, the biggest one on the market. Only that would sate this black pussy ravaged by white cock.