My First Time Fucking a Big Black Cock

I’ve fantasized about being with a big, muscular black man since I hit puberty. I imagine how he’d fuck me, rough, hard; how he’d stretch my tight little cunt until his thick cock was buried deep inside me. I was 19 when first experienced fucking a man with a big black cock.

I was at a club downtown, my fake ID readily available, though, being dressed the way I was, I was easily able to friendly up with the bouncers. No one ever checked my ID. My skimpy little black empire waist mini dress drew attention from anyone who could see me, but I didn’t care – I liked the attention.

Devin approached me around midnight. I was fairly intoxicated, and my inhibitions were all but gone. Devin walked up to me as I swayed on the dance floor, my beer still in hand.

Devin was gorgeous. Nice, neat cornrows that went down little ways past his neckline. Soft eyes, big broad shoulders that tapered down as you went down his torso to his flat stomach. He had sexy, narrow hips, which I imagined at the time would fit so nicely between my legs. But what really drew my attention, and dampened my panties as I looked unabashedly, was the big bulge in the front of his pants.

It wasn’t the kind of bulge that was telltale of a boner, but rather the kind that was indicative of a very well endowed man.

Devin wore black, well fitting jeans and a tight black v-neck t-shirt that highlighted his muscular body. He smiled as he watched me look him up and down, and he did the same to me. I was instantly attracted to him. He came close, his body nearly pressed against mine, as he started dancing in step with me, and spoke in my ear, so I could hear him above the music,

“Hi, I’m Devin. What’s a sexy young woman like you doing here all alone?”

I smiled and responded brazenly,

“Waiting for the right guy to go home with.”

Devin moaned softly in my ear, and it was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

“Well, would you like to continue this little party at my apartment,” Devin whispered, his voice a little heavier than before. Nodding in agreement, I let him put his hand around my waist and walk me out of the bar.