A porno

After taking care of my situation, I sat down, still with the remote in hand. What the fuck was that? Did I just... No, that couldn't be. I decided to put the remote aside. It's not like I was going to use it again. Or was I. I took it again. I put the TV back on.

The bachelor was still on. But I had enough of it. I switched channels. For a moment I thought of what ro watch, put the thought came quickly, as if craving itself inside my mind. It's always porn! I thought and laughed. Luckily I had a smart TV.

I searched for a proper porn video in the internet. I surprised myself in how picky I was at this. I skimmed the thumbnails one after another until finally landing on one with a big black man and a tiny latina. The man was strong and well-hung, the girl was what you expected from a porn model. Dark hair, pretty face, big tits and a fine rack. A dream to nail, I thought. I pressed the menu button. I skipped the settings and went straight to "Enter". The world once again warped around me, until I found myself in a well-lit bedroom. "Perfect", I thought, as I patiently waited. I did not even watch the preivew, so I did not know what to expect. "Honey, I'm home.", a masculine voice called from behind the door. Wait- masculine! I was supposed to be the man in this porn video. I looked down on myself. Tits! I wanted to scream out. I wanted to be the man! Regret formed itself in my mind. I should have read the settings. Ofcourse the woman was the selected choice. She was the main character of the video. Too late.

The door opened, and the black man from the thumbnails walked in. He was even more impressive in person. His muscles rippled as he took off his shirt, revealing a chest that was a tapestry of power and strength. He was everything that I wasn't. His eyes fell upon me, and a smirk danced on his lips. "You're early," he said, his voice as deep as the ocean.

"I couldn't wait," I replied, my voice sounding unfamiliar. It was high-pitched and sultry, the voice of a slut. I felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, his cock already standing at attention. "Come here," he beckoned.

I couldn't believe I was about to do this, but my body was on autopilot. I walked over to him, my heart racing. He took my hand and pulled me onto his lap. His cock pressed against my stomach, and I felt a thrill run through me.

He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth. He tasted like mint, and I wondered if he'd had a piece of gum before coming home. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I moaned into his mouth, unable to control the sounds that were escaping me.

He stood up, lifting me with ease. He carried me to the bed and laid me down. His eyes never left mine as he began to strip away my clothes. His gaze was intense, hungry, like a predator eyeing its prey.

When I was naked before him, he took a moment to appreciate the view. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, and I felt myself blush.

He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. His cock was thick and dark, I felt a moment of fear, but it was quickly replaced by a burning desire.

He pushed into me, and I gasped. He was so much bigger than me or Alex, and it hurt. But the pain quickly turned to pleasure as he began to move. Each thrust was like a jackhammer, breaking down my walls.

His hand found my throat, and he squeezed gently. "You like it rough, don't you, slut?" he murmured. I nodded, my eyes wide with excitement.

He tightened his grip and picked up the pace. My tits bounced with every thrust, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable.

"Take it," he growled, and I felt his hand move to my throat. He squeezed harder, cutting off my air supply. I panicked for a moment, but my body responded. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

The room began to spin, and I felt myself slipping away. Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he released me, and I gasped for air. He smirked. "Good girl," he said.

He leaned down and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. I arched my back, my hands fisting the sheets. The sensation was incredible. He switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

He sat up and slapped my ass hard. "Get on your knees," he ordered. I did as I was told, my knees hitting the bed with a thud.

He took his cock in his hand and guided it to my mouth. "Deep throat me," he demanded.

I opened my mouth and took him in as far as I could go. He was so big that I couldn't breathe. I gagged, and he laughed. "That's it," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

I bobbed my head up and down, trying to take as much of him as I could. His hand was in my hair, pulling me back and forth, dictating the pace. I could feel the saliva dripping down my chin.

The taste of him was overwhelming, but I liked it. I liked being used like this. I liked being his slut.

He pulled out of my mouth and turned me over, pushing my face into the pillow. "You're going to scream," he warned, and he thrust back into me.

The angle was different, and it felt even better. I could feel him hitting places inside me that I didn't know existed. My orgasm was building, a storm brewing in my core.

He grabbed my hips and began to pound into me, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the room. "You're going to come for me," he said, his voice a growl.

And I did. I came hard, my body convulsing around his cock. The pleasure was so intense that I didn't know if I was coming or crying.

He followed quickly after, filling me with his cum. I felt it shoot deep inside me, and I moaned into the pillow.

As he pulled out, I felt empty. I rolled over and looked at him. He was still hard, and his eyes were gleaming with lust. "Again?" he asked, a grin on his face.

I nodded, unable to form words. I wanted more.

We fucked for what felt like hours. In every position imaginable, he claimed me over and over again. He was rough, but I liked it. I liked being his plaything, his slut.

When it was finally over, and he'd had his fill, I laid there, panting. My body was sore, but it felt good. I felt alive.

"You're a natural," he said, patting my ass. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

I watched as he put his clothes back on and left the room. The door closed behind him, and I was alone.

As reality began to set back in, a strange feeling started to form in the back of my mind. What had I done? Was this gay? I fucked a dude. A huge dude! Suddenly I returned.

I lay there on the couch, panting, my heart racing. The TV was still on, the porn playing out in the background. I turned it off and stared at the ceiling. Do I regret it? Do I want more?