First time Black pussy?

I took her by the hand, her fingers warm and slightly trembling against my palm, and led her from the couch toward the bedroom. Then Annelies chose to change the pattern and walked ahead of me, her hips swaying with that model's gait, and I watched the short skirt ride up with each step, revealing the curve where her dark thighs met.

In the bedroom, I turned her to face me. Her brown eyes were wide, her pupils big, and her Black lips slightly parted. I started at the bottom, crouching to unbuckle her black heels one by one, almost like a servant, my hands sliding up her smooth calves as I stood up again. She steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders, and I could feel the heat radiating from her hips.

I found the zipper of her tight skirt, drawing it down slowly, the teeth separating with a soft whisper. The fabric peeled away, revealing black lace underwear that contrasted starkly against her brown skin. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and drew them down her legs, kneeling again as she stepped out of them. She was completely shaven, her mound smooth and dark, and even in the dim light I could see the sheen of moisture already gathered between her folds.

"Your first time?" she asked me, her voice raw, knowing.

"First Black pretty pussy," I confirmed, standing to pull her tight top over her head. Her breasts sprang free—exactly as I'd imagined, of a moderate size but firm and full, with nipples pointing forward like proud dark berries, already hard.

I stepped back to undress, my hands fumbling with my shirt, then my jeans. My cock sprang free, painfully hard, my shaft throbbing, the crown flushed dark pink. Annelie's eyes locked onto it, and she let out a soft coo, "Is that all for me, babe?"

She closed the distance, her small hand wrapping around the base, her slender fingers not quite meeting around my girth. The black-on-white cock contrast was very erotic. She squeezed gently, pumping once, twice, then leaned in, whispering to my ear, "No foreplay. "I am ready for you, babe."

Before I could respond, she released me and turned, crawling onto the bed on all fours, offering her Black slit to me. The view was very sexual—her back arched, that round but flat-sided ass lifted high, and her dark thighs spread to reveal the glistening slit between them. She looked back over her shoulder, her face flushed, and whispered, "Fuck Momma's black pussy, babe."

There was no mention of protection between us, no pause for rubber, just raw need. I positioned myself behind her, gripping my shaft to guide it. The head of my white cock kissed her Black opening, and I watched the penetration, as under a spell, as I began to sink inside her.

She was tight as a vise, her walls gripping me immediately, first resisting my size but then slowly yielding. I watched the obscene contrast—my pale shaft slowly disappearing between her dark labia, those black petals stretching wide around my girth, and the skin pulling taut and glistening with her arousal. Her transparent, almost white juices were visible now, coating my shaft, creating a stark visual of cream against chocolate as I sank deeper.

"Oh god," she moaned, her head dropping onto the pillow.

I pulled back slightly and watched, fascinated, as her dark outer lips clung to my retreating shaft, being pulled outward, stretching, desperately trying to maintain the seal, unwilling to let me go. They gripped my cock like they were trying to milk me already, the inner pink walls briefly visible before I pushed forward again.

The dark black of her exterior and the pink of her soft interior flesh against my white cock was almost too much—obscene and beautiful. I started a slow rhythm, each thrust slow and deep, watching my shaft disappear into her Black tunnel, then reappear coated in her juices, her cunt lips following my movement, puckering and stretching, puckering and stretching.

I reached deeper with each stroke, at the same time feeling her walls adjust to my girth, until I touched the spongy resistance of her cervix. I pressed against it gently, then with more insistence, and Annelies cried out, "So deep, honey, so deep inside me. Keep going. Take my black pussy, babe."

I gripped her hips, my white fingers pressing into her brown skin, and began to fuck her in earnest—slow, deep, owning that Black cunt. Our bodies made wet sounds as they met, my pelvis slapping against her ass. I reached around to cup her breasts, feeling them tremble with each shove, the nipples hard against my palms. Her hand snaked back between her legs, not to touch herself, but to cup my swollen, heavy balls, feeling them bounce against her clit with each thrust.

"You're going to fill me," she gasped, not asking but knowing. "I want to feel you cum, honey. Give it to Momma."

The pressure built in my full, cum-filled balls, causing them to tighten in her palm. I increased the pace, the bed creaking, our contrasting skins slapping together in the quiet room. She was pushing back against me now, meeting my thrusts, her pussy fluttering around my shaft as her orgasm approached.

"Now," she begged, "now, babe, cum in your black cunt."

I buried myself to the hilt, pressed hard against her cervix, and let go. The first load was violent, my cock jerking as it pumped thick ropes of white seed deep into her. I could feel the wet heat of my release flooding her, and Annelies screamed into the pillow, her own orgasm crashing through her. Her walls contracted rhythmically, milking me, drinking every drop from my pumping shaft.

I watched, still hard inside her, as I slowly pulled back. My white cum seeped from her stretched dark lips, mixing with her own clear arousal, running down her thighs in obscene rivers. Her black hole was gaping slightly, fluttering, leaking our combined fluids onto the bedsheets.

I collapsed beside her, and she turned, her face glowing with sweat, her eyes soft and satisfied. She kissed me slowly, tasting of Amaretto and sex, smelling of sex, her hand finding my still-twitching cock, smearing our mixed essence between us.

"Next time," she whispered, "we skip the ribeye."

…

Annelies crawled on top of me, her warm breasts rubbing against my sweaty chest and her hot opening breathing on my used cock. She tongued me as she kept rubbing her slit over my cock, quickly making it twitch and grow bigger. She felt the erect meat pushing against her opening and rubbed it with her slit, moving up and down on me until the cockhead was swallowed by her soppy cunt, easily sinking inside her.

"Jesus, you're hard again?" she gasped, her heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper. "Fuck me properly this time. Don't be gentle."

In one smooth roll, I turned her on her back as I stayed inside her.

I started moving, fucking her with long and deep strokes, pulling almost completely out until just my crown was kissed by her lips, then driving back in until our pelvises met with a wet slap. The visual was devastating—her beautiful dark body under me, her breasts trembling with each impact. My pale hips pumped hard between her dark thighs, the contrast filthy.

"Touch yourself," I ordered, my voice rough. "I want to see you cum on my cock again."

Her hand flew to her clit, her fingers working furious circles over the swollen bud, peeking from its hood. I adjusted my angle, grinding against her pubic bone with each thrust, feeling her tighten around me, her breathing becoming ragged.

"Like that," she moaned. "Oh! Right there, honey, don't stop, don't you fucking stop."

I picked up the pace, fucking her with intent now, her breasts bouncing violently. I leaned down to suck a nipple into my mouth, tasting the salt of her sweat, feeling it harden against my tongue as I continued to ram into her. Her free hand clawed at my back, her nails digging into my skin, marking me.

"I'm going to cum, babe," she warned, her voice high and thin. "Cum with me this time. Fill me again, babe. I want it all."

Her walls clamped down like a fist, her contractions milking my shaft, and I felt my second orgasm building deep inside my balls. I slammed one last time into her, burying myself deep, and I erupted. It was much more cum this time, my cock jerking violently as I pumped stream after stream into her already full cunt. She screamed my name as her orgasm was ripping through her.

I stayed still inside her, feeling my cum being forced out around my shaft with each of her contractions, running down to her ass onto the sheets. We were both shaking and panting.

"Your black cunt is perfect," I whispered, grinding slowly, feeling the wet heat of our joining.

"And your white cock fucked it well," she breathed back, kissing me deeply, tasting of sex.

I finally pulled out, my cock softening now, glistening with our mixed fluids. Her pussy stayed open, a ruined hole, white cum bubbling out and running down the crack of her ass.

"Best dinner I've ever had," she whispered, clenching around my softening shaft, feeling me twitch inside her still. "And I didn't even get to the dessert."

…

We lay tangled in the wreckage of the sheets, the smell of sex thick in the air, our bodies cooling and sticking together where sweat and fluids had dried. Annelies traced lazy circles on my chest with her dark fingers, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath slowing from the ragged panting of her third orgasm. My cock lay soft against my thigh, still glistening with our combined mess.

She stirred after a few minutes, propping herself up on one elbow, her deep brown eyes scanning down my body to my flaccid shaft. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face, her full lips—still painted with that dark lipstick—parting slightly.

"Let me clean you up," she purred, her voice husky and spent.

She crawled down between my legs, her movements languid but purposeful. She settled on her stomach, her breasts pressed against the mattress, her ass slightly raised in the air. She gripped my base with one hand—her dark fingers wrapping around my pale, sensitive flesh—and lowered her mouth to my cock.

The first touch of her lips was electric. They were warm, soft, and slightly swollen from our earlier kisses. She took the crown into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the slit, tasting our mixed fluids, cleaning the residue of our fucking from my skin. I watched, mesmerized, as those big black lips—painted dark burgundy—stretched around my girth, the lipstick immediately smearing onto my white shaft, leaving dark tracks as she began to bob her head.

She worked me slowly, worshipfully, her hand pumping what she couldn't take into her mouth. The contrast was obscene—her dark face between my pale thighs, her black lips sliding up and down my whitening cock, the lipstick creating rings of burgundy smears along my length. She looked up at me with those deep eyes, maintaining eye contact as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, the wet sounds filling the room.

"That's it," I groaned, my hips involuntarily lifting. "Suck it clean."

She moaned around me, the vibration traveling through my shaft, and I could feel blood rushing back, the familiar heaviness returning. She took me deeper, relaxing her throat, until her nose pressed against my pubic bone, holding me there, swallowing around my rapidly hardening length. Then she pulled back slowly, her lips dragging against the veins, leaving a thick coating of saliva and lipstick.

I was fully hard again within minutes, my cock standing rigid and throbbing, the crown dark and flushed, veins prominent along the shaft. She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip, her hand still working me steadily.

"That's a good cock," she praised, her voice thick with desire. She kissed the side of my shaft, her lips leaving dark prints. "A good cock for your mommy." She looked up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and dominant. "Do my pussy again, babe."

She didn't wait for an answer. She crawled up my body, dragging her breasts across my chest, her nipples hard and dragging against my skin. She straddled me briefly, hovering above my rigid shaft, then rolled off to lay on her back beside me, spreading her legs wide, her knees bent and falling open.

"This is the best way to keep your seed inside my womb, babe," she explained, her fingers trailing down to touch herself, spreading her dark lips to show me the pink interior still leaking my previous loads. "Gravity works with us. Fuck Momma now. Fill me deep."

I moved between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance. She was sloppy, wet, and loose from our previous fucking; my cum still pooled inside her, making her slick and easy to enter. I pushed forward in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt, feeling my pelvis meet hers with a wet slap.

"Yes," she hissed, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in. "Just like that. Slow and deep."

I established a rhythm, pulling back until just my crown was gripped by her lips, then sliding forward until our bones met. The missionary position gave me the perfect view—her dark body beneath me, her model-tits trembling with each thrust, her stomach muscles flexing, her face contorted in pleasure. My pale hips pumped between her dark thighs, the contrast stark and filthy, her black mound glistening with our combined fluids.

"Touch my cervix again," she begged, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back. "Push against it. I want to feel you trying to get into my womb."

I adjusted my angle, grinding upward with each thrust, feeling the spongy resistance of her deepest point. She cried out with each contact, her head thrashing on the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets above her head.

"So deep," she moaned. "You're so deep inside me, honey. Keep going. Don't stop. Make me cum on your cock."

I picked up the pace, the bed creaking beneath us, the wet sounds of our joining filling the room. She was trembling beneath me, her walls fluttering around my shaft, her breathing becoming ragged gasps.

"I'm close," she warned, her voice breaking. "Don't pull out. Stay inside when I cum. I want to feel you shooting while I'm squeezing you."

I hammered into her now, losing control, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. She was meeting me, lifting her hips, taking me as deep as possible.

"Now," she screamed, her back arching off the bed, her breasts thrust upward. "Now, babe, cum in Momma's black cunt!"

Her orgasm hit like a wave, her entire body convulsing, her walls clamping down on my shaft in rhythmic, powerful contractions that seemed to pull the cum from my very core. The shaking of her body and the violent spasming of her cunt around me triggered my own release.

I buried myself to the root, pressed hard against her cervix, and erupted. It was the hardest I'd cum all night, my cock jerking violently, pumping thick ropes of seed deep into her unprotected womb. I could feel each pulse, each spurt, filling her, my cum mixing with her own orgasmic fluids.

She kept cumming, her body shaking beneath me, her heels drumming against my ass, her nails raking down my back. "Yes, yes, fill me," she chanted, her voice broken. "Give it all to me, honey. Every drop."

I collapsed onto her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, my cock still twitching inside her, still leaking the last drops. We lay there panting, our hearts hammering against each other, our sweat mingling.

After a minute, I pulled out slowly, watching my softening shaft emerge, coated in our mixed essence. Her pussy stayed open, gaping, and then the flood began. White cum bubbled out of her dark entrance, thick and copious, running down the crack of her ass, pooling on the sheets beneath her. It was obscene—the visual of her black pussy lips, swollen and used, overflowing with my white seed, dripping steadily onto the bed.

She lay there, her legs still spread, her hand trailing down to touch herself, feeling the mess we'd made, her fingers coming away coated in our combined fluids.

"Look at that," she whispered, showing me her glistening fingers. "Your white cum overflowing my black pussy. That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting us, her eyes closing in satisfaction. "Round five?" she asked, her hand finding my cock again, already stirring a little at the sight of her ruined, leaking pussy. "I think you have one more in you, and I know I do."

…

I didn’t see her at work in the next three, four weeks, but it didn’t matter, our night together had been amazing.

On a Friday Afternoon I decided to go have an after-work drink and went to a bar I knew she would sometimes go to. Being a tall, part-time black model, I saw Annelies right away. Some black dude was standing with her and they behaved like a couple.

I walked up to them, and Annelie smiled at me, and before I could say anything, she quickly said, "Hi," to me, adding, "this is my boyfriend, Mike.”

I managed to smile neutrally at him and gave him a hand. We chatted a bit, and he had to go to the bathroom. The moment he was gone, Annelies gave me a long, French kiss.

And then she casually whispered, “You have to go now.”

The end.