Cameron Teaches Me Some New Things

Cameron’s hands roamed across my body, fondling me over my dress and shirt as he nibbled on my ear. My breath came short and fast. Whatever nervousness I’d felt could not withstand my pussy’s overwhelming need.

I frantically unzipped his pants and tugged on them until I revealed his boxers. I rubbed my cunt along his length; we groaned in unison.

“You’re so fucking big.”

Without stopping his eager kisses, he pulled the straps of my dress down to my waist. I started to unbutton the shirt under it, but he slapped my hands away. He did it himself, one button at a time.

Unable to help him, I helped myself. My fingers caressed my clit over my tights. His tongue brushed my ear, sending a jolt of electricity to my pussy. I groped his balls with my other hand to show my appreciation.

Four, five buttons undone now. He pulled the shirt off my shoulders, and my boobs sprang free. He immediately cupped them, massaged them. I silently thanked Abbie for refusing to give me a bra.

Finally! Skin on skin. A delighted sigh escaped my lips. I grinded on him, not caring that my pussy was soaking my tights.

“I can feel how wet you are.”

He pinched my nipples, and I squealed. “I need you inside me.”

His kisses trailed down my spine. I pushed myself against his cock, **** for it now.

“What do you say?”

My voice trembled, “Please. Please fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear.

He hoisted me into the air and pulled my tights down to my knees, then yanked off his boxers. I hooked a finger around my panties and drew them to the side. Below me, his eight inch erection pointed directly at my drooling cunt.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Ever so slowly, he lowered me onto his dick, pushing apart my folds. I gasped. It felt so good, so right.

And I hadn’t even cum yet.

I only made it halfway before I couldn’t take any more. His black cock pulsed inside me. I fell back against him; he felt comfortably sturdy against my softness. I tilted my head back so I could kiss his collarbone, his neck, so I could see his face, knitted in concentration.

I realized he was carrying almost the entire weight of my body. His muscular arms supported both my thighs and my dazed bliss. He enveloped me, an ebony giant clutching a little white pearl.

The thought sent a tingle through me, and I slid down him an inch.

“You like being a girl, Andi?” He asked in that low voice of his.

“I love it,” I grunted

“You saw Abbie and realized how good it would feel to be her.”

I nodded, sliding another inch.

“You saw this black dick and knew you couldn’t compete.”

“Mhm.”

“It made your mouth water.”

It wasn’t fair that he could pluck the thoughts directly from my subconscious. The tiny part of me that might have objected had too much cock in it to resist. All the complexities of sex and relationships I’d struggled with as a man had vanished as soon as he’d put his arms around me. He made everything simple.

“And now here you are, another white slut taking my dick.”

All at once, I reached his hilt and shrieked. I couldn’t believe it all fit inside me. He turned me on more and more with each passing second.

“Get ready to get fucked, Andi.”

I could only moan in response. He raised me slowly so I could feel every bit of him glide out of me. He lowered me just as gradually, setting off explosions in my stomach.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.”

The pleasure was so agonizing I thought I might pass out. When he bottomed out inside me, he stopped and gyrated his hips, his cock teasing all my most sensitive bits.

“Now,” he moved his hands from my thighs to my breast and neck as if to prove he owned every part of me. “You get what you came for.”

He started to pound me, and I saw stars. Tucked against him, I held on as tight as I could. My juices dripped down his length..

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed.

My orgasm came hard and fast. Each thrust took me to new heights. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Nothing could have prepared me for how good this would feel.

“I’m… cumming…”

Ecstasy rolled through my body like a thunderstorm. To compare my handjob from Abbie to this was to compare a firecracker to a nuclear missile. I vibrated in his embrace.

“Andi,” he said, and I looked up at him, at my king. “You’re officially a slut.”

I nodded as control returned to my limbs, as the pleasure petered out, as I returned to baseline. As close to baseline as I could get with eight beautiful inches of black cock inside me.

Cam got his feet under him and stood, hoisting me, his little white girl, along with him. His muscles clenched; my eyes fluttered. He was so effortlessly strong.

He tossed me onto his bed. I squealed at the sudden emptiness in my pussy and landed with a thud. I breathed deeply into the sheets, enjoying his faint scent.

Cam rounded the side of the bed, pulled up my dress, and spanked my ass.

“Ah!”

“You’re gonna have to take your clothes off for round two.”

I flipped over onto my back. He smiled down at me while his stiff cock glistened with my girlcum.

“Round two?”

His smile widened, “You don’t think that was it, do you? I made you a slut, but now it’s time to make you my slut.”

My pussy quivered. Without saying anything, I started shimmying out of my clothes.