I always thought that my boyfriend was amazing in bed. He wasn't the most buff man you've ever seen, he was a little white guy only slightly taller than me. His dick was only slightly above average, maybe six and a half inches on a good day, but he always managed to satisfy me and felt like he was filling me up. This is why I was confused when he talked about bringing toys into the bedroom.



"I don't understand, Craig," I reiterated as he put his coat on. "We don't need toys. Are you getting bored of me?"



He let out a long sigh. "No of course I'm not, Jen. I just," He made a weird gesture with his hands as if he was literally searching for the right words, "I know that I'm not...big." Typical man eh? Obsessed with the size of their cocks.



"You're big enough for me." I said for possibly the fifth time that morning. "I love you and I love sex with you."



He made an odd face, a strange mixture of not believing me and his ego swelling. "Well..." I raised an eyebrow at him. This "well" was all too familiar. "I kind of...already bought one."



"What?" I said with exasperation, my mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief. "Why would you do that before even asking me?"



"Because I didn't expect you to be this unreasonable," Was his poorly thought out response.



"Well, excuse me for being happy with our sex life," I half shouted at him, piling on pounds of sarcasm. "Just go to work," The words came out a lot harsher than I meant to, but I didn't care. I turned my back on him and headed upstairs. After a minute or so I heard the door slam.



This was so like him. He assumed he knew what I liked and then got offended when I told him he was wrong. I had been with Craig for a little over five years. To begin with, everything was fantastic, but now he was starting to get weird. I knew that he was watching porn and jacking himself off when I wasn't around. Sometimes he would do it when I was asleep. Whereas we used to have sex everyday, maybe even twice a day if Craig had taken his vitamins, we only seem to do it every three or four days now because he's too busy jerking himself off.



I started getting ready for my own job now, absent mindedly getting out a uniform. I shoved my shirt on and was busy looking for trousers. After a few minutes of searching, I realised I had my shirt on back to front. My mind was preoccupied. While searching for clothes, all I could think about was the toy Craig said he had bought. I wanted to know what it was. Was it for me or him? Was I making him bored? I knew where it would be. Craig has a "secret" draw at the bottom of his desk. He always says it's full of rubbish, which it is. But buried underneath all that rubbish is where he hides his secret things. I deliberated for a few minutes, hand teasing the drawer. Could I really go snooping through his stuff? Would I be breaking his trust?



Eventually I decided, "To hell with him". He broke my trust first by buying a sex toy. I yanked the drawer open, still trouser-less and rifled through the assorted crap. I found what I was looking for, predictably, right at the bottom.



"Wasn't expecting that," I murmured with wide eyes. In the drawer, still in it's packaging, was a dildo. Not just any dildo, but a large BLACK one. It had "Real Man" plastered all over it and mentioned something about cyber skin, I was too busy staring at it's girth to read the packaging. It looked amazingly realistic from the deep chocolate head to the brown, veiny shaft and the plump black balls with a suction cup attached to them for "hands free fun". It looked like it must have been eight inches long and I had never seen a cock as thick as it. There was no way Craig could have expected that monster to fit inside me. My body is quite small, although my boobs are still somehow DDs and my ass has grown a lot in recent years. Sometimes it felt like Craig's six inches was too much for my pussy and yet, here was a giant black dildo that he wanted to use on me.



I noticed that the packaging was slightly open. Craig must have taken it out to see what it was like. Suddenly, I found myself wanting to do the same. For some reason I was nervous as I slid the dildo out of it's package and held it in my hand. The weight was unreal. It felt like you could use it as a dumbbell if you wanted to. I held it by the suction cup and watched it loll slightly towards my face. I ran a finger teasingly up and down the shaft. I couldn't really tell how realistic it was. It was very hard, but I could feel lumps of plastic on the inside that were making it stand to attention. The cyber skin made it feel silky and smooth, but not necessarily like a real cock.



'Maybe I should...try it,' I thought to myself. The thought of having a cock that size inside me made me shiver. Slowly, still holding the dildo with one hand, I slid the other down into my knickers, past my ginger pubes, and softly stroked my clit. My pussy was soaked. I hadn't realised how turned on I was staring at this black dildo. I had never thought of sex with a black man. But now, with a black dildo practically in my face, I thought about having a black man mounting me. His dark skin pressed against my pale, freckled body.



I threw the dildo on the bed and tore my shirt off. Disposing of my bra and panties, I quickly grabbed some lube I kept in my bedside table and lay on the bed with the dildo in one hand. It looks so good against my tits, which was basically the only part of me without freckles. It reached from my stomach all the way up into my cleavage and was so thick, my boobs would have to have been double the size to get around it. Part of me was curious about why Craig had bought such a big black dildo. The other, louder, hungrier part just wanted it inside me.



I lubed it up as quickly as I could. My heart was pounding in my chest, you'd think I was about to take a real black cock with how nervous and excited I felt. I pressed the tip of the dildo against my now sopping wet pussy and pushed slightly. My pussy offered more resistance than I was expecting. This monster was going to stretch me beyond recognition. I spread my legs as wide as I could comfortably get them and pushed again. With a slight squelch the head of the cock entered my body. There was a slight sharp pain which was immediately forgotten by the sudden wave of pleasure. I gasped and gripped the duvet, eyes rolling back in my head. I tried to push the dildo in further, but my pussy just didn't seem to be able to take it. I softly started fucking myself with the head of the cock, moaning as I felt it wriggle inside me. After a few minutes, I felt like I could try again.



I pushed as best I could, the length of the dildo and the slightly awkward angle made it difficult, but I managed to push the cock in another inch of so. My pussy was burning with pleasure. I could already tell this toy was going to make me sore later, but I didn't care at this point. I wanted to see how much I could take. I continued to push, my pussy giving another inch, then another. I made it halfway down the cock before I had to stop, panting heavily. It felt amazing, even though I hadn't taken it all. My pussy walls were wrapped so tightly around the toy; I could feel every little movement it made. I started pulling it out and back in, very slowly at first, revelling in the pleasure it was shooting through my body. Each time it was pushed back in, it seemed to make my pussy spread a little more. I started picking up speed, fucking myself with this monster of a dildo. I could feel an orgasm building from deep within me. I had never felt pleasure like this before. I sat up on my free arm so I could look down at the huge shaft penetrating me. The blackness of the dildo against the pinkness of my pussy was too much for me to bear. Dropping back down onto my back I thrust the cock inside me a few more times before letting out the loudest scream I've ever produced. I thrust my hips up to meet the dildo as I came, harder than I ever had before. I lay there, breathing hard with the toy now fully inserted into me. I couldn't believe I had managed to get in all in me. It was touching nerves that no one had ever been close to touching before. Previously, I had thought Craig was able to bring me to orgasm. But based on the earth shattering orgasm this toy had just given me, I was starting to doubt Craig had ever made me cum.



I pulled myself up slightly so I was against the headboard and slowly massaged one of my tits as I recovered. I could still feel the monster cock inside me. I felt so wet and full. I had to go again, but this time I wanted to watch myself. There was a half mirror attached to the wardrobe opposite the bed. It was purposely positioned there, sometimes I liked watching myself being fucked by Craig. This time though, I wanted to see what this black dildo looked like as I fucked myself with it. Still against the headboard, I angled myself slightly so I could watch it leave my body before filling me up again. I was hypnotised by the sight of this long black shaft penetrating my body over and over. It didn't take long for me to feel another explosive orgasm forming. This time, I started rubbing my clit as I watched the black dildo fucking me in the mirror. It was glistening with my juices and lube and I could see large white patches of my cream all over it. My moans were getting louder and louder. My body went into spasms as I pushed my hips up repeatedly, trying to meet the dildo's thrusts. The noises I was making could no longer be described as moans. They had turned into screams as I desperately fucked myself.



My second orgasm was somehow even larger than my first. I pushed the dildo balls deep inside me and a little more for good measure. The sight of this happening in the mirror was just too much. My body continued writhing around the bed for at least ten seconds as I came over my new favourite toy. Eventually, I started to relax, the dildo still embedded inside me.



"Holy...fuck..." I heard myself whimper as I became limp on the bed. It took several minutes before I had built up the energy to remove the toy from my pussy. It made a loud squelching sound as I removed it, my juices flowing freely from me, covering the bed. I shuddered from the feeling of being completely loose and as wet as a swimming pool. As I regained my composure I looked the dildo up and down. It could barely be considered black any more. It had so much of my cream on it, it looked half white half black. Somehow, this just made me even hornier. I had never even considered cheating on Craig, but now as I lay their, cum dripping from my pussy, I couldn't help but wish that it had been a real black cock fucking me. That it had been a big muscular, well hung black god pounding me.



I tried to shake the thought from my head as I gingerly got up, like Bambi taking his first steps. I staggered to the bathroom to wash and dry the dildo before placing it back in its packaging in Craig's "secret" drawer. Every step I took seemed to drain all the energy out of me and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.



"Fuck!" I yelled as I looked at the time. I had been masturbating for nearly an hour. I was going to be late for work.



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That day at work was one of the most frustrating of my life. I worked in a shop, so was constantly surrounded by people. I was terrified that they would somehow smell how wet I was. The second I had put my panties back on they had become soaked. Every step I took emphasised how loose I was and I found myself noticing every black man that came in. My eyes "accidentally" dropped to their crotch as they walked through the doors and I "accidentally" caught sight of their tight asses as they left again. I was horny all through my shift and was relieved when I was allowed to go home.



I didn't dare have sex with Craig though, even though he seemed up for it for a change. There was no way he would believe me if I told him I was "just really wet". I was so loose my pussy probably wouldn't even have been able to wrap around his cock. It took me almost a week before I was comfortable allowing him anywhere near me, partly because of how loose I was, partly because I was right, the toy had made me sore for a few days. Finally, I slept with him again, but I couldn't enjoy it. His dick just felt so...small. So unsatisfying. It was kind of ironic that the toy he bought and had wanted to use on me was the reason he had stopped satisfying me. I put on a good show though, telling him he had made me cum twice - he had come nowhere near. And all through the act, all I could think of was a particularly sexy black man I had seen at work a few days ago. This didn't help though. Even if I closed my eyes and thought really hard, there was no way I could convince myself it was a black cock inside me.



Weeks went by with us sporadically having sex and nothing changed. I wanted to use the toy again so badly, but knew I couldn't. He would know. It was too big for him not to notice. Nothing happened outside of my imagination until about a month later when I was at the tills at work.



It was quiet, getting on towards the end of my shift. I was the only one on the tills and was trying to sort out a display behind the counter, so had my back to the shop.



"Hey cutie," a customer said as he dumped his shopping at my till. I groaned quietly without meaning to. I was always getting hit on by old men here. My attitude swiftly changed though as I turned and saw a gorgeous black guy looking me up and down. He was over six feet tall, a good five inches taller than me or Craig. He had broad muscular shoulders and the hint of a six pack under his tight shirt. He had short black hair, slightly stuck up at the front and a sweet looking facing. I had seen him before, he was one of the subjects of my ogling over the last month.



"H-Hi..." I stammered, feeling myself blush already. It took all my effort not to look down at his bulge.



He smiled showing off glowing white teeth, "You're a pretty little redhead aren't you?" I smiled back, feeling my cheeks going red as I started scanning through his shopping. "How are you doing today?"



"Oh, you know," I said without commitment, "It's been quite a long day."



'Don't look at his cock, don't look at his cock, don't look at his cock,' looped in my mind over and over again. My neck was desperately trying to tilt itself down towards his package.



"Checking out guys must be tiring." He said cheekily. I looked up at him with shock.



"Wh-what?"



"I've seen you checking me out," he said softly as he, unashamedly, looked down at my tits. "Quite a lot over the last few weeks."



"I-I think you must be mistaken." I said, trying to find my courage. "I have a boyfriend." For some reason, saying that to him made me sad. My pussy was starting to get wet just talking to this man and here I was, rejecting his advances.



"I'm assuming he's white?" The man said, his voice getting quieter as a few people entered the shop.



"Why does that matter?" I said, lowering my voice to match his. I had scanned the last of his things now and was placing them in bags. He had started fiddling with his wallet, his eyes not moving from my tits though.



"Tell me when you get off work and I'll make sure you never date a white man again," he raised his head to look into my eyes with that cheeky grin on his face. His voice was smooth and seductive. He had done this before.



"I...I can't," I muttered quietly, "I'm sorry. Just pay and leave. Please." The man finished punching his number into the card machine. That cheeky grin that was making me wetter by the second didn't even flicker.



"If that's what you want," he made sure his hand touched mine as he took his receipt, sending sparks through me. "I come here often though. Let me know if-" He stopped and leaned in a little closer "-WHEN, you change your mind," and with that, he took his bags and left. I watched his ass wriggle sexily as he left.



I had gone light headed. All of my senses were heightened. I had to steady myself against the counter. What was wrong with me? How had I turned into such a slut? I masturbated with a black dildo once. Why was I now obsessed with black man? Why had I considered accepting that stranger's offer?



It took me ten minutes to compose myself after that...event. Even then, I couldn't get the stranger out of my mind. His broad shoulders, his gorgeous abs, his tight, sexy ass. And that grin...that cheeky fucking grin. Luckily, I only had another hour left on my shift. Then I could get home and and take a nice cold shower. It seems that the stranger had other plans though.



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"Hello," I heard him say happily as soon as I left work. He was leaning against the wall just outside the main doors. "So you've finished work then?"



"What are you doing?" I asked, slightly scared now. This was bordering on stalkerish.



"Well...I just couldn't get you out of my head." He said, once again looking at my boobs. "You're just so..." He smiled, "It doesn't matter. My name is Mark by the way."



"Jennifer," I replied, "Jen if you want."



"Can I walk you home, Jen?" He asked, that cheeky grin reappearing just as I remembered it.



I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. "If you want...my boyfriend will probably be there though," I lied. Craig would be at work for another few hours.



"I'm sure I can handle him." He replied.



I turned for home and started walking, crazy thoughts running through my head. What was happening here? Was he genuinely just trying to get into my pants? Or was it more sinister? Bigger question: why was I considering LETTING him into my pants?



I didn't live very far from work. Only a few minutes. A lot of the journey was in silence, although I could feel Mark's eyes on my ass when he lagged behind. Eventually, we reached my front door. I tried to go inside immediately, but he grabbed my hand.



"Let me ask you something Jenny," he choose his words carefully and deliberately. I thought about struggling, but his grip was soft and light. He didn't seem very menacing. "Why have you been checking me out so much?" I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say something, I even opened my mouth as if I was about to, but nothing came out. "Do you like black guys?"



"No!" I said, louder than I meant to, as if I was offended. "No..." I repeated quieter and a lot less convincingly.



"Ever been with a black man?" He asked, his voice silky.



"No," I said again, my voice lowering even more. Lust was starting to build inside me. Suddenly, without warning, Mark moved in to kiss me. His lips were on mine before I could react and when I was able to, the first thing I did was kiss back. His lips were great. Soft and warm. I quickly found myself, however, and pushed him away.



"Wh-What are you doing?" I stammered, pushing him away and forcing my wrist out of his hands. "The neighbours know me..." I finished unlocking the door and pushed it open but Mark grabbed my wrist again before I could get in. Before I could find strength to fight him off, he had pulled my hand onto his crotch. I pulled my hand away and he let me go. But then...I don't know what happened. He had let me go, I could have walked in and slammed the door. But I didn't. I found my hand return to his crotch to check what I had just felt. He was fucking HUGE. I ran my hand over the length of his shaft, feeling him through his trousers. He was even bigger than the dildo.



"So," he said with that cheeky smile plastered on his face, "still don't like black men?" I bit my lip in response as I softly jerked him through his jeans. "Can I come in?" I moved away from his crotch and looked around nervously.



I wanted to say no. I was desperate to. I was in a committed relationship with a man I loved. But his cock was so big. And he was so damn sexy. Different to Craig in every way. I had to have him. I couldn't say anything. I just nodded and turned away. I rushed into the house, leaving the door open for Mark and went into the living room. I heard the door close as I threw my bag down onto the sofa, then I sat next to it with my head in my hands.

