Act like Jasmin, be slutty

A beautiful thought drifted through my mind as I looked at the impressive person in front of me. Changing my voice to match Jasmin's, I voiced out:

"Jerome, you hulk of a man, take me, make me your white slut."

Vulgar language and everything, I made my request of him, smiling through it.

He responded after taking a moment to understand what I intended.

"Girl you might think you want to act like Jasmin, but you can't handle my cock like she does." He issued his challenge, his piercing eyes staring through mine as I felt my confidence falter.

"But you're welcome to try." He announced, grabbing a hold of me and pulling me forward towards the sinks, planting me in front of a mirror as he lowered my wet panties and his own tight boxers, giving air to our heated genitals.

"Jasmin always likes to see herself get fucked. Nothing turns her on more than our bodies moving against one another, the contrast." He explained, his cock teasing my entrance beautifully.
"She loves begging for my cock."

He let that last statement fill the air, a pregnant silence waiting to be filled. Waiting for me to beg.

Was I ready to make that jump, to ask for his cock to slide deeper into me, to make me a slut just like Jasmin was? Was I ready to push the limit of what I was okay with, to get fucked by the impressive masculine guy behind me?

I was.

"Please. Please fuck me with your cock, Jerome. I need it."
"Jasmin taught you well." Came his answer, reminding me of my friend. The one I fooled to get me here. The one I sent home just to be able to get a private taste of her lover's beautiful, black.

Cock!

It entered me, a gliding motion that was welcome by my wet pussy. In constant, intense pressure, the big cock slid deeper and deeper inside of my snatch until it finally bottomed out.

I looked at the face staring back at me in the mirror, a red face with a half open mouth, invaded body in stunned silence as the cock entered it, deeper and deeper, exploring all there is to find. His girthy cock invaded my tight pussy, stretching the insides to fit its hulking form, hard and aggressive in the way it took up space.

And I looked at my face, taking the cock inside of me.

It was beautiful to see things like that, as the black body sliding itself against me dominated my peripherals, and I looked at the white reflection trap its breath in erotic anticipation of what was to come. Jasmin was right to like it that way.

And soon, he moved back, hands still on my hips, before moving in again. Back and forward, his motion was rhythmic and calculated, a master at work, fucking me like he did his lover, showing e what I had been missing all this time, making me wish I never skipped and forgot about this beautiful experience.

And in and out he went, holding me in place as he drilled through me, my pussy opening up to welcome the intrusion.

And in and out he went, his thrusts jolting me as I looked at my reflection drift closer then further.

And in and out he went, his hands on my hips no longer restraining me, and allowing for my body to move with his, anticipating his movements and moving to match them, wanting to spread more and welcome even more into it.

And in and out he went and more and more I got into it, enjoying the movement, the sensation of his girthy invading cock, the motion he kept intensifying, the speed he kept rising.

And I loved every second of it, moving and voicing my slutty appreciation of what he was doing.

And soon after, I noticed that only I was moving, as he has halted his hip thrusts and allowed me to do all the work for the both of us.

My eyes met his in the mirror, and I asked my silent question.

"Just like Jasmin. Hooked. Willing to do all the work to get her satisfaction from my cock." He teased, before his hands went back to my hips and his motion came back even more powerful than before.

"But I do not care for your satisfaction. Your body is my tool to my own." He announced, his cruel nature making itself known.

But his cruelty came with beautiful repercussions, as his body shifted against mine, drifting us both closer to our respective orgasms.

And closer and closer we went, his powerful thrusts having impressive effects on my submissive form, as I saw myself moan louder and louder beneath him, until I couldn't handle it anymore.

And I came, a powerful wave coursing through me, as I went limp in his commanding body and he continued his motion.

And I came and came at his hands, moaning out my breathtaking orgasm, trying to make words yet failing, the act dropping as I allowed myself to return to my own slutty persona.

I came at his magnificent cock, my pussy gripping his pulsating member.

He let himself out and rubbed for moments before cumming all over my naked backside, rope after rope of his glistening cum pooling on the curve of my back, as I looked at myself still shuddering from the orgasms I was feeling.

And I liked what I saw, as his cock kept spewing his sperm onto me and mine twitched in satisfaction underneath him.

"You were good." Came his compliment, making me smile.
"I understand why Jasmin doesn't shut up about your cock." I replied, returning the compliment.