I haven't had the pleasure of experiencing a black cock yet but hope to. Was wondering if you can describe what it was like when you took your first black cock orally. Describe taste, texture, size, did it throb or pulse when the black cock shot it's seed. What does it feel like when it shots it's black seed, what is the taste like?
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Wonderful.
He was big and muscular, his cock was larger than I'd had before. he was an aggressive and dominant guy towards whites, i was naturally subservient to him.
We held each others cocks, his felt so heavy it made me stiff as hell.
I soon dropped to my knees and sucked his big hard cock. He thrust it roughly in and out of my mouth till he came . I could feel it throbbing as he shot his sperm. I tasted and savored it in my mouth strong and tangy. Still on my knees I wanked myself till I came too with him laughing at me.
From then on I would meet up with him as often as I could.
He was big and muscular, his cock was larger than I'd had before. he was an aggressive and dominant guy towards whites, i was naturally subservient to him.
We held each others cocks, his felt so heavy it made me stiff as hell.
I soon dropped to my knees and sucked his big hard cock. He thrust it roughly in and out of my mouth till he came . I could feel it throbbing as he shot his sperm. I tasted and savored it in my mouth strong and tangy. Still on my knees I wanked myself till I came too with him laughing at me.
From then on I would meet up with him as often as I could.
It is strangely auto-erotic, meaning that I have done so many things to my own cock for decades except one thing...suck it. I have only sucked for seconds at a time so far in the midst of threesomes with bbc. It is still somewhat emasculating unless the other guy is truly bi. But, it's just like you would think, kind of rubbery but hard..
all i can say is DELICIOUS
For me it went way beyond the sensation of sucking his cock, because IMHO it is the intensity of how he took control. Keep in mind that my wife insisted I meet him alone first, before she did. Afterward, I knew why. I had written about my first experience, and here is part of it:
I was both excited and nervous when I opened the door. His first words, "Strip and get on your knees!" I was shocked, but obeyed. As a sub cuck, I always obeyed. As I knelt, "Eyes down; hands behind your back." He stood before me, still dressed, and definitely in-charge. "Your wife and I have talked quit a bit over the last couple of weeks." I thought, 'she never mentioned that.' "She said that you are a cock-loving cuckold and you beg her to fuck men because you need cock, and you have slept with gay men." We had mentioned that I was a cuck and bi, but not that type of detail. "Well?" he asked; I said "Yes." He commented that although my wife loves sex, she rarely has an orgasm, and fakes it a lot. I was shocked; she never told me that detail. I knew she struggled with orgasms, but not to the extent he talked about. I wondered why she told him and not me. He talked about the times they had phone sex and how badly she wants to be a black man's whore. Admittedly it was hurtful to hear how they had shared without me knowing. He also talked about she needed to learn more about truly cuckolding me. He talked about how he taught other wives to dominated pussy-boi hubbies like me, and how he will own her pussy, but first he will make me his fag bitch. Although those words initially shocked me, his demeanor and commanding presence seemed to make me feel very submissive, more importantly naturally submissive to him. With that he undressed. He stood back and I admired his beautiful black body and he big cock, fully erect! "What do you want white boy?" "I want your cock." "Come over here," When I started to stand, "Crawl bitch!" I had been dominated before, but never like this. I could tell with him that it was not a game. As I approached him on my hands and knees, he said, "You white boys are all the same." "Beg for my cock." As I did, he had me promise to deliver my wife, and that he will own her the way he will own me by the end of the night. At that point, kneeling before him, hungry for his cock, I traded my wife for his cock. I had loved cock going back to my teens, but never like this. As I hungrily sucked his beautiful black cock and worked hard to deep-throat him. I was so turned on. But when he said, "You don't suck like any bi husband I met; you suck like a faggot." That made me even hotter and I guess it showed. "Your wife was right, you are a faggot!" He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, "Say it bitch." "Yes I am." "No, say it!!" "Yes, I am fag." I went back down on his cock and sucked him, and at times he face fucked me, calling me his bitch, his fag, his homo. Sometimes sucking cock I would tire, but not his, I loved his big cock and how he treated me. When he came, I struggled to take it all. What dripped out of my mouth, he said, "Lick it up." I did.
I was both excited and nervous when I opened the door. His first words, "Strip and get on your knees!" I was shocked, but obeyed. As a sub cuck, I always obeyed. As I knelt, "Eyes down; hands behind your back." He stood before me, still dressed, and definitely in-charge. "Your wife and I have talked quit a bit over the last couple of weeks." I thought, 'she never mentioned that.' "She said that you are a cock-loving cuckold and you beg her to fuck men because you need cock, and you have slept with gay men." We had mentioned that I was a cuck and bi, but not that type of detail. "Well?" he asked; I said "Yes." He commented that although my wife loves sex, she rarely has an orgasm, and fakes it a lot. I was shocked; she never told me that detail. I knew she struggled with orgasms, but not to the extent he talked about. I wondered why she told him and not me. He talked about the times they had phone sex and how badly she wants to be a black man's whore. Admittedly it was hurtful to hear how they had shared without me knowing. He also talked about she needed to learn more about truly cuckolding me. He talked about how he taught other wives to dominated pussy-boi hubbies like me, and how he will own her pussy, but first he will make me his fag bitch. Although those words initially shocked me, his demeanor and commanding presence seemed to make me feel very submissive, more importantly naturally submissive to him. With that he undressed. He stood back and I admired his beautiful black body and he big cock, fully erect! "What do you want white boy?" "I want your cock." "Come over here," When I started to stand, "Crawl bitch!" I had been dominated before, but never like this. I could tell with him that it was not a game. As I approached him on my hands and knees, he said, "You white boys are all the same." "Beg for my cock." As I did, he had me promise to deliver my wife, and that he will own her the way he will own me by the end of the night. At that point, kneeling before him, hungry for his cock, I traded my wife for his cock. I had loved cock going back to my teens, but never like this. As I hungrily sucked his beautiful black cock and worked hard to deep-throat him. I was so turned on. But when he said, "You don't suck like any bi husband I met; you suck like a faggot." That made me even hotter and I guess it showed. "Your wife was right, you are a faggot!" He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, "Say it bitch." "Yes I am." "No, say it!!" "Yes, I am fag." I went back down on his cock and sucked him, and at times he face fucked me, calling me his bitch, his fag, his homo. Sometimes sucking cock I would tire, but not his, I loved his big cock and how he treated me. When he came, I struggled to take it all. What dripped out of my mouth, he said, "Lick it up." I did.
I had gotten into the habit of going to an adult bookstore in a Black neighborhood. There frequently were ****** who plied their trade behind the store, but I was unemployed and scared of being arrested, so it was cheaper and safer to go inside to the videobooths where gay men jumped from booth to booth more often than they dropped dollars in the slots. The booths were quite large with wooden plywood doors that offered a modicum of privacy.
One summer day, I went in and this large burly Black man was waiting in a booth. He looked like a business man wearing khakhi slacks and a buttoned up shirt. He was twenty years my senior and a bit out of shape, but he took out a thick six inches and pressed me down to my knees. Although I was longer than him, he was thicker and he smelled sweaty and musky from the un-air conditioned backroom. His pubic hair was trimmed short and he was cut. He was a very nice caramel color in the flickering light of the porn film, and I bent in to taste the drop of precum that was showing on his mushroom head. Although his thickness filled up my mouth, he was short enough that I could take him all the way down and he tasted so good. I found the smell of his perspiration to be more enticing than a turn off and I sucked him for several minutes until he fed me a generous load that I swallowed willingly. Although we had little conversation, I would not have minded getting to know him better and met him on a more regular basis as his white faggot bitch.
One summer day, I went in and this large burly Black man was waiting in a booth. He looked like a business man wearing khakhi slacks and a buttoned up shirt. He was twenty years my senior and a bit out of shape, but he took out a thick six inches and pressed me down to my knees. Although I was longer than him, he was thicker and he smelled sweaty and musky from the un-air conditioned backroom. His pubic hair was trimmed short and he was cut. He was a very nice caramel color in the flickering light of the porn film, and I bent in to taste the drop of precum that was showing on his mushroom head. Although his thickness filled up my mouth, he was short enough that I could take him all the way down and he tasted so good. I found the smell of his perspiration to be more enticing than a turn off and I sucked him for several minutes until he fed me a generous load that I swallowed willingly. Although we had little conversation, I would not have minded getting to know him better and met him on a more regular basis as his white faggot bitch.
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