Heather needs BBC again

The next few days were a blur for Heather. She went through the motions of her daily routine, but her mind kept drifting back to that night with John. She couldn't shake the memory of his big, black cock filling her completely. The way he had taken her, with a primal confidence that left her breathless.

As she sat in class, she found herself squirming in her seat, her body still humming with the aftereffects of their encounter. She couldn't believe how much she had enjoyed it. The shame and guilt that had washed over her afterwards were slowly being replaced by a growing desire to feel that way again.

Finally, she couldn't resist anymore. She texted John, and they made plans for her to come over to his dorm again.

As she got ready, she caught herself dressing differently. She wore black lacy lingerie under her clothes, something she had never done for Kevin. The feeling of the soft fabric against her skin was a reminder of what was to come.

When she arrived at John's dorm, he greeted her with a smirk. "Snow bunny," he said, his eyes roving over her. "I like the lingerie. You look good in black."

Heather felt a flush rise to her cheeks, but she didn't care. She was addicted to his big dick, and she knew that she was willing to do whatever it took to get it again.

"You're a bad influence on me," she said, as he pulled her close.

"I'll take that as a compliment," John replied, his lips brushing against her ear. "Now, let's get down to business."

As they made love, Heather couldn't help but compare John to Kevin. "You're so much bigger than Kevin," she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

"I know," John said, his voice thick with pride. "You're made for a big cock like mine, Heather. Not some small, white boy like Kevin."

Heather moaned, as he thrust deeper into her. "I never knew it could be like this," she said, her voice barely audible.

"You never knew what you were missing," John corrected her. "You're a woman who needs a real man, Heather. Not some boy who's afraid to take control."

As they fucked, Heather couldn't help but agree. John's dominance was intoxicating, and she felt herself becoming more and more submissive to his desires.

Afterwards, as they lay in bed, John turned to her and said, "You know, I don't want you fucking Kevin anymore."

Heather raised an eyebrow, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't want you having sex with him," John said, his voice firm. "But I don't mind if he eats you out. That's okay."

Heather hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But as she looked into John's eyes, she knew that she would agree to his terms. She was addicted to his big, black cock, and she was willing to do whatever it took to keep getting it.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll stop having sex with Kevin. But you have to promise me one thing."

"What's that?" John asked, his eyes narrowing.

"You have to promise me that you'll keep fucking me like this," Heather said, her eyes locked on his. "I need it, John. I need your big cock."

John smiled, his face inches from hers. "Don't worry, snow bunny," he said. "I'll take care of you. You'll get all the big, black cock you need."