To Be Ordered To Sit On That Black Cock

SIT

A pink light strobed from the screen, the single word etched on Lois Lane's retinas.

Instinctively, without quite processing what she was doing the reporter found herself easing back, her asshole pressed against the swollen tip of that hard black cock. Her breath caught in her throat, body locked in anticipation. It was so warm, so real!

SIT

The screen flashed again, the reporter's mind aflame with the command, hips moving backwards and it was pressing against her so hard now. Instincts fought within her, body telling her to clench up, brain telling her rectum to relax, and always that pressure, that presence, the hard, living thing pressed against her, the sphincter stressing and softening...

...it slipped in.

Lois let out a little sigh. Not a moan of sensual pleasure, not some instant ecstatic climax. It just felt...right. To have something warm and living up her butt. Right there, that first inch or so of travel, where she could really feel it. The black man's hands gently rubbed her hips, and she wanted to stay there for a moment and let the pleasure sink in.

SIT

The light flashed pink, and the reporter found herself pushing back. The cock slid into her well-lubricated depths, a millimeter at a time. Her breath came in short gasps, pussy dripping. It didn't hurt...she was stretched out and lubed up...but she could feel it sink inside of her, her asshole stretching to accommodate the intrude as it thickened.

SIT

The reporter pressed harder, biting her lower lip as she thought Christ that's deep. On the screen she could see her ass swallow the black dick, a long dark chocolate python going into the pretty pink rectum, a great pale moon descending. She felt his thighs against her ass as she bottomed out. Her butt felt snug and full.

A part of her wanted to move, but she didn't. Instead she quivered in anticipation, waiting impatiently for her next order, wondering what it would be.