Sarah gets fucked!

Sarah shakily pushed herself up from the bed, her muscles protesting. Her throat was a raw, like a burning tunnel, and her face felt sticky and tight with the remnants of their heated session. She looked at Trent, who was now sitting beside her already scrolling through his phone, a undeniable look of smug satisfaction on his handsome face.

"Come here," he said without looking up, patting the space on the bed beside him.

She moved to sit, her body still humming with a strange mix of exhaustion and a deep, thrumming arousal. He held the phone out so she could see the screen. On it was one of the pictures he had taken of her.

A fresh wave of heat washed over Sarah. It was pure, unadulterated awe, seeing herself like this, to her it felt like the ultimate validation of her submission.

"See?" Trent said, his voice a low, possessive rumble. He finally put the phone down onto the bedside table, his full attention on her. "You are the most perfect BBC slut there is." Sarah really liked when he complimented her, even if it is a humiliating compliment like this.

"Now," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl. "I could go another round. So, get on the bed. Face down, ass up. It's time to reward my good little snow bunny."

After the deep throating session Sarah’s body felt like it was made of lead, but his command was an electric current that jolted her into motion. She pushed herself up, her legs trembling so badly she almost collapsed. The inside of her thighs were slick, a sticky, humiliating reminder of the pleasure he’d already wrung from her with nothing but his cock in her throat and his words. She stumbled standing up and turning around to get on the bed, the plush pink comforter looking like a cloud.

Trent watched her, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. He stood there, a god in her pastel-colored room, his swimmer’s build all sleek, powerful muscle under his dark skin. His shoulder-length braids were slightly messy now from the sweat and movement, a few stray strands framing his sharp face. His lenght was still semi hard, jutting out from his toned body, glistening with her saliva and remnints of his cum.

"Face down, ass up," he repeated, his voice a low growl that left no room for hesitation. "Present yourself properly, let me see what’s mine."

Sarah crawled onto the massive bed, her movements clumsy. She positioned herself as he’d ordered, her face pressed into the soft fabric of the comforter, her perfect ass high in the air. The position was utterly submissive, exposing her completely. She could feel the cool air of the room on her dripping wet, shaven pussy. She knew he was looking at the tattoo on her left thigh, the elegant, scripted "Property of T" that marked her as his, it was the newest of her tattoos, but felt like the most significant.

She felt the bed dip as he got on behind her. His hands were on her ass immediately, his large, dark palms a stark contrast against her white skin. He squeezed, his fingers digging into the soft, pale flesh of her round, firm cheeks, spreading them open.

"Look at this pussy," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. "All fucking wet for me. Just dripping all over yourself. And all just from choking on my dick."

Sarah could only moan into the comforter, her face burning with a mixture of shame and pride.

He ran a single finger along her slit, collecting her wetness. "Lose little thing now, too. Justin’s little dick never even stood a chance, did it? This pussy was made for a big black cock. It needs it to feel right." He brought his wet finger to her entrance, circling it slowly, teasing her. "Come on, beg for it, Sarah."

"Please," she whimpered, her voice muffled by the bedding. "Please, Trent. I need it so bad, I need your cock."

"Need it how?" he pressed, pushing just the tip of his finger inside.

"Please... please, Trent, please fuck me," she cried out, pushing her hips back, trying to impale herself on his hand. "Please ruin me with your big black cock. I fucking need to feel you stretching me out."

He chuckled, a low, confident sound. "That’s what I like to hear." He removed his finger and she felt the thick, hot head of his cock press against her entrance. He ran it up and down her slit, coating it in her wetness, just using her natural lube, driving her insane with need.

"Just look at this," he said, his voice dropping to a possessive rumble. He pushed the head in, just an inch, and she moaned at the stretch. "This perfect pink pussy, about to be stretched wide around my black cock." He looked down at the spade tattoo on her right triceps, then at the one on her thigh. "Marked all over. My fucking snow bunny."

Without any warning, he drove into her in one powerful thrust letting out a loud guttural moan. The sheer force of it stole her breath, a sharp cry of pain and pleasure tearing from her throat as he stretched her wide, filling her more completely than she ever thought possible.

Trent gave her no time to adjust, instantly setting a brutal, pounding rhythm that made the bedframe slam against the wall. His hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place as he used her body for his pleasure, each thrust a declaration of his ownership over her.

"This is what you needed," he growled, his voice a low, relentless cadence that matched the slap of his skin against hers. "This is what you’ll always come back to. This fucking, big, black cock."

Sarah could only moan in response, her already blurry mind dissolving into a haze of pure sensation. She was lost, completely consumed by the overwhelming power of the man dominating her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her big tits, still confined in her lacy bra, swung back and forth with the force of his thrusts, rubbing against the comforter.

He reached forward, grabbing a handful of her long blonde hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her spine. The new angle sent him even deeper into her close to knocking against her cervix, and she screamed, her hands clawing at the bedsheets. "Tell me who owns this pussy," he snarled.

"You do!" she gasped, her voice breaking. "You own my pussy, Trent!"

"Damn right I do," he grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful. He slapped her ass, hard, the sharp sting making her clench around him. "This pussy belongs to me. It belongs to the BSA and it belongs to the black men who know what to do with it."

The combination of his brutal fucking and his filthy, dominant talk sent her hurtling towards the edge. Her entire body went rigid, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy convulsed violently around his thick shaft, clamping down like a vise and hightening his pleasure even more.

But he wasn’t done with her. He wanted to break her completely. So, without a warning, he pulled out suddenly, leaving her feeling empty and desperate for his girth.

"Flip over, bitch," he commanded. "I want to see your face when I breed your pussy."

Sarah, by now weak and trembling, managed to roll onto her back. She looked up at him, at his powerful, muscular chest heaving with exertion and at his dark, commanding eyes. He grabbed her legs, pushing them up and back, folding her in half. He hooked her ankles over his shoulders, opening her up to him completely.

He slammed back into her, and this new position was devastating. He was deeper than ever before, the head of his cock hammering against her cervix with every punishing thrust.

"Look at us," he grunted, nodding towards the full length mirror that was angled toward the bed. "You Look so fucking perfect under me."

Sarah’s eyes darted to the clear reflection. The sight was obscene and beautiful. Her petite, curvy, pale frame was folded in half, completely engulfed by his large, powerful body. His dark, muscular ass flexed with each thrust, his thick, glistening cock pistoning in and out of her stretched, wet pussy and her long blonde hair was spread out on the pink comforter looking like some kind of halo.

"Gonna fill this tight white pussy up," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "Gonna pump you so full of my cum. Justin can clean it up later, but this pussy is for breeding. This pussy is for my seed."

The thought was the final push she needed. As her eyes rolled back into her head, another orgasm, the most powerful yet, began to build deep within her. The pressure was immense, a primal, overwhelming force that built and built until she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

"Trent! Oh god, Trent, I’m...!" Her words dissolved into a guttural scream as her body shattered. A torrent of clear fluid erupted from her, spraying from her pussy in a powerful wave that soaked his abs and the bed beneath them. Her entire body convulsed, a mindless, quivering mess of pure sensation as she squirted harder than she ever had in her life.

He held her tight, his own orgasm approaching as her spasming pussy milked his rock hard shaft. "That’s my fucking girl," he groaned, his own voice thick with impending release. He gave a few more deep, powerful thrusts, pushing as deep as he could go before burying himself to the hilt.

With a loud, primal roar, he came hard. His thick cock throbbed violently inside her, pulse after pulse of hot, thick cum flooding her womb, painting her insides with his seed. It felt endless, a massive, life-giving torrent that marked her as his, claiming her on the most fundamental level.

He stayed inside her for a long moment after, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat and her cum. Finally, once his cock started to soften again, he slowly pulled out, and Sarah whimpered at the sudden emptiness. A thick flood of his cum immediately gushed out of her, pooling on the pink comforter.

Trent looked down at his work. Her pussy was now pulsing around nothing, nicely swollen, and gaping slightly. It was a beautiful, ruined mess that was slowly leaking his thick, white cum. Her pale skin was flushed in a deep pink, her blonde hair a tangled mess, and her face was a mask of utter, blissful satisfaction and overstimulation. He really had fucked her through and he was sure that no other man, let alone a white man, could ever give her pleasure like he could.