My (Ex?) Girlfriend Gets a Tattoo

Tyrell fucked my girl with such a big dick and big dick personality that she whined over and over and the whines got interrupted by his big body slapping into hers, slamming his dick over and over and over again into her pussy while taking her sexy body slapping against him and her big titties clapping and her big ass rippling as he fucked her without cumming once while I got pathetically horny and hard to it and Laquesha began swearing and breathing hard as her body began to tense and she gave those tell-tale signs of cumming as her breath stopped and the fucks and slaps of big, BIGGER black cock forced them out of her, orgasming on dick she'd not had since taking a break from it to try being with a 'good man'.

Me.

She said she'd break up with me while he fucked her, purely because she wanted that dick that badly, and though it had basically shattered my world I couldn't exactly process that part when my dick was harder than it had ever been, pointlessly trying to compete with an erection throbbing so hard the pleasure was making me leak and my cock whimper out pre-cum like a useless little cuck while he rammed her and railed her. My perfect girlfriend, black and hot and sexy and perfect, and saying she apologises for being with me and accepting his dick as her God.

He pulled her hair back and spanked her, her pussy forcing his dick out to flop comically against his thigh and slap against her ass, spanking her growling at her for being a bad girl for cumming when he didn't tell her to, before eventually, after I had begged to be allowed to cum to it and jerked off and came my pathetic load all over her big fat sexy black girl ass, the shame and sobering up of having cum was not enough to stop me from getting horny to it again. Seeing my girl get fucked by a big strong black man who bullied me was so much of a fucking aphrodisiac that it got me instantly harder again quicker than any tits or ass or dirty words ever had.

So when I finally came and he laughed at my loads and she was cumming on his cock again after he thrust in and made her take it, I eventually left when he told me to 'get out'. People were gone by then, luckily, the moans and slaps of them fucking was too fucking sexy and eventually I did have to somehow get on with my life, but torn between doing what this man told me, potentially getting my ass kicked and being a good cuck, whatever the fuck I was now, I chose the one that'd not get my ass kicked.

So after they fucked (or, he fucked her and she barely managed to take it without passing out) I didn't know what to do other than leave because he told me to.

After that, next day, I got a message from her, looked at it - and found it wasn't from her. Her name in DM sure but it was a video showing her black ass getting fucked by his big black cock, so obviously like any boyfriend or pathetic dumped cuck, I opened it immediately at home and began getting so hard hearing the same claps and seeing the perspective like porn this time, a personal porn video of my own girlfriend getting fucked by a bigger stronger meaner more alpha whatever the fuck black man with an undeniably bigger thicker cock that made her cum more than I ever did.

There was a laughing emoji after it, but no words. Maybe he was trying to somehow keep himself out of leaving some trail for me to complain and trace it back to him but who the fuck was I gonna tell? I got hard and jacked off to it, cumming and downloading the video to make sure I had it for any time I needed it. Complete with her calling him Daddy, moaning like a whore and the claps and spanks and hair pulling and filthy words he was saying to her about being nothing but a fat ass and a pretty face (she said "Yes sir" to that), not to go playing with white boys again, ("Sorry Daddy I won't go playing with white boys again I promise Daddy! Your cock's too big!") all that sort of shit.

I didn't have the heart to talk to her again...

And with all that had happened, after a fuck like that, multiple fucks and orgasms and humiliations, the fact that she messaged me back saying she wanted to talk surprised me.

I said I'd meet and talk if she wanted, to figure out whatever it was she wanted to talk about.

So a couple days later we met for coffee at a local shop we often went to for cute dates.

I went in and sat and felt myself shaking. Hard. Involuntarily, just shakes and nervousness. I mean if he came in and just filmed my face and called me a cuck and this is the guy who's girl I took, what was I gonna say, 'No'? 'I'm not'?

She walked in. Body hot as fuck, face pretty, beautiful, hair amazing. Strut confident as if nothing had happened. She looked around and the hair gently bobbed, before she smiled at me and walked towards me with a little less confidence.

"Hi baby..." She said it like she was flirting. Like we were still together and nothing had happened. I blinked when she kissed me on the cheek and sat down, looking around like she was a little more worried but with that brilliant white smile.

"So yeah uh... kinda awkward..." She said with a laugh, rolling eyes aside coyly. I frowned but played along like it was just some thing that had happened.

At some point she said it, adding it together why she was acting like nothing had happened. "You- did say that it... was just something you liked, right baby?"

I paused. I gulped. "Oh... I... uh guess..."

She explained. It was sexy to her. She had gotten caught up in it, the whirlwind of the night. I had seemed super turned on by it. I didn't want to bring up the break-up, so I was lucky when she did.

"I just..." She said. She sighed and looked down and gently put her hand on mine, before gently tracing her fingers down the back of it and biting her lip.

She was getting horny? Now?

No guilt at all. She liked it.

She shrugged and her titties jiggled just a little and fell. She sighed. "I mean... look. I want you to know that you're special to me." She said. "And that I love you. And that... like maybe... I dunno. Relationships are different these days. People are open you know... you know baby? Like if you want something like that you can tell me." She bit her lip and looked at me like I'd suggested it. I hadn't.

Her ex-man a black man a THUG had FUCKED her and DOMINATED me so hard that she gave in seduced by it and OPENED her legs to get FUCKED by him until he CAME inside her and she BEGGED for his nut and baby-

I breathed slowly in and out. "I... liked it. I fucking liked it baby. Goddammit it all I fucking loved it. Goddammit."

She smiled at me. Then she cocked her head. "But that part specifically..." She slid the chair closer and moved in and smiled at me, before moving her hand down under the table. She moved it up to my bulge, before popping eyes open excitedly at my boner, and gently rubbing it, before biting her lip at me. "The last part?" She said. "The... you know. Silly old thing. The break-up?"

I couldn't stop myself. I was getting hard. She stopped everything except the rubbing. She felt it. She smiled again. She picked up her drink and sipped the straw, gently placing it down and looking into my eyes as she rubbed my cock and flirted about our break-up.

"So you liked that part too? Which one do you want baby. That we're together, or that I'm with Tyrell?"

I got HARD.

She blinked and looked down, stopping the rubs. She then looked into my eyes and smiled again, biting that lip and letting it go to then grip my cock more like she intended to actually stroke me to completion in here in front of everyone.

"Baby I... don't know what's... gotten... into you- agh!" I moaned.

She blinked and smiled. She frowned like nothing was happening. "Baby? I think we both know what's gotten into me... don't lie... you saw it..."

I got HARDER. I nodded. "He- he was- s- so big..."

"SO big baby. SO fucking big..." She smiled, and she bit her lip, and sighed, looking down and taking her hand off my cock.

I whispered it. "I want it to happen again and I want it all. Goddammit... I don't care if you hate me and spit it at me and just want him. I want you but... it was too hot."

"Aww I know baby." She said. She stood up and gently took my hand, patting it, before smiling and wrinkling a smirk at me. She spoke it. "I want to show you something. Try not to react. Okay baby?"

And she turned around, and looked around the coffee shop, already kinda weird, standing while her man sat, and her hands went down to her ass where she wore her booty shorts, basically bikini bottoms covering most of her ass cheeks but leaving out the best parts to show off, the bottom underbun completely open and some of the ass cheeks at the sides.

And she gently moved her hand down to the side, and slowly traced up and down the hem.

She slid up the back of the bottoms on her left ass cheek, pulling it up, sliding it up to reveal a tattoo.

On her left ass cheek, her light brown left ass cheek the fat round slightly tiny bit cellulite at the bottom ass cheek, right in the middle of the fat but slightly to the side and under, was a tattoo.

It was a black spade.

I paused.

She gently swayed her hips slightly left and right, standing straight and taking her drink to sip the straw, and then gently jumped her heels just a tiny bit to clap her ass jiggling the ass cheeks and the tattoo on it.

I gulped.

She sat back down again.

"Did you see it?" She asked.

I gripped my hands and they were in front of my face. I wiped my face down and moaned. "Oh my Godddd..."

She giggled and sipped and stared at me, smiling satisfied before tilting her head at me. "What? Why? Does that mean something to you? Tyrell told me it means something that like, you know. A girl gets a tattoo to mean something if she's with a man like there's this new thing girls are doing-"

"I know what it means." I said. I groaned in horny.

"And?" She asked as if I had any say or if it even mattered. Maybe just wanting my opinion, or to tease me.

I groaned. "Baby it looks so fucking good on you I can't even explain. I know what it means."

She slowly slid in again until she was sitting right beside me, so so easily her thigh next to mine and her face suddenly right next to me and smiling and putting her chin on my shoulder. She smiled at me through curls. "And what does it mean baby?"

"It means... you want me to spell it out?" I asked with a tiny bit of anger.

She pouted. She nodded. "Yes baby. Please. Pretty please."

I gulped. "It means... a girl with a spade tattoo means she- uh... she only fucks black guys. Or she likes fucking black guys most or something."

She nodded. Then she said it matter-of-factly. "With bigger dicks."

I panted and fell to clutch my hands steepled elbows against the desk and nodded. "Fuuuuck baby y- uh-huh. Fuckk... yes. Yes. I guess so I mean-"

"You guess so?" She frowned. "So you're not showing respect to his dick, nah?"

I moaned and she gently moved her hand to my cock again and began rubbing it shushing me like she was soothing an animal. "It's okay baby it's okay." She said. "It's okay there there... there there... just show some respect to his big dick and say it. You don't guess so you know so. What does the tattoo mean again?"

"It- it means you only fuck big black dicks."

She pat my cock and then gently tugged on it, pulling twice. She smiled at me. She reached her hand out and took mine. "Come on! Let's go back to Tyrell baby. No escaping this time."

I couldn't stop it. I had to ask. "Baby are we- still... did we actually break up?"

She frowned then thought. She moved her hand to my cock. "Well we can actually work that out pretty easily baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "You are my boyfriend. I don't want anyone else but you. Your dick is the biggest dick for me."

I frowned and looked aside. "Oh... kay..." It felt good but confusing.

She put a finger up.

She spoke again. "You are my ex boyfriend. I want Tyrell. Tyrell's dick is bigger than yours. Tyrell fucks me with his big black dick and makes me feel so much better than you."

I got hard. She smiled at me.

I understood. Bitch. She smiled and frowned gently like she didn't understand why I looked angry, playing innocent.

Stroking my dick. "You are my ex-boyfriend. You are my ex-boyfriend. You are my ex-boyfriend. You are my ex-boyfriend. I don't fuck white boys any more. I only fuck big black dicks on big mean thug-ass thug-fucking black MEN. I only fuck Tyrell right now he's the only man I'm gonna be fucking this month. Sorry baby but you don't make the cut. Sorry that's just the way it is baby I'm so so sorry baby but that's just the way it is and there's nothing you or your tiny little peepee can do about it. You just have to accept that that's all. You just have to accept your place. Beneath Tyrell. And his big-ass black fucking dick."

She stroked my dick over and over and over and over. "You want me to make you cum right here and become a fucking criminal they can smell baby? Or you want to save up all that icky sticky juice for when I meet Tyrell again and you come worship us like a good boy. You can come apologise for even slightly speaking against his big-ass dick in that disrespectful little-dicked whiteboy tone of yours."

I groaned and throbbed. I gently slid back and took her hand. "Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want it. I want you to take me to Tyrell again."