Something new for me today. My ex and her big black stud invited me to come over and watch the basketball game. We had a couple of drinks and I began to wonder if I was going to escape without having to blow him. I was feeling a bit disappointed, actually. Since being ****** to service him that first time, I had found myself waiting for his weekly call, usually on Saturday afternoon, summoning me to drive to his house and perform my now expertise service to his cock and balls. It turned out he had other things in mind. He ordered me to strip, and I made the mistake of asking him why. My answer was a hard slap to my left cheek that left me with ringing in my ears and spots dancing in front of my eyes. My ex, watching from a comfy recliner, laughed and said I'd better do as instructed. So, I quickly removed everything but my socks, and dropped to my knees facing the big black man. He chuckled, and said, "Different game today, bitch boy, you gettin fucked. Get on your knees and elbows, butt high. My cock's hittin you in your lilly white ass!" By now, I knew better than to resist, so I complied. I felt him rubbing something that felt like lube on my ass, then he slipped a finger in my tight asshole. Then two fingers. Then I felt the blunt head of his big, black cock pushing at my sphincter, which was accompanied by pain and screaming from me as he ****** it in. Paying no attention to my pain, he held my shoulders with both hands and in one thrust, buried the whole nine inches in my ass. He paused there, just wriggling his tool a bit, and the sensation changed as I expanded to take him. Then he began to thrust, in and out, in and out. The feeling of his cock massaging my prostate and slamming into my body was indescribable, and I felt my little dick harden, then start to throb. After a few minutes of his steady fucking, I came hard, and he pushed my face down into the carpet and increased the pace of his fucking, driving harder and harder until he finally grunted and shot a big load of cum into my gaping ass. He immediately got up and left the room. When I was able, I dressed and left. I don't know what I'll do next Saturday when he calls. I'm thinking about leaving town rather than letting him totally own me.