A Man Of Color - Sex Stories

A Man Of Color

... Then, suddenly, he lifted his head and looked at me. His countenance had changed. There was nothing gentle about his look now. It was a hard look, an urgent look, the inflamed-eyed look a man gives a woman when he’s consumed by the need to take her, hard, and now. If I had a sudden change of mind I don’t think I could have stopped him now. To be certain, I had no intentions of stopping him now. The lust burning in my belly had taken me past the point of no return. I wanted to be taken by this man of color. The events began to take a sharp focus. I felt intensely the moments of the act, moments that I would recall again later as I sit and write this story. Even now as I sit naked at my keyboard, recalling these moments brings blood rushing to my cheeks and a frenzied pattern of heartbeats along with the flood of wetness between my legs. The moments that consumed me started when Berry looked down his body and aligned his cock between my folds of my pussy, and as I angled my hips to receive him, my toes dug against the bed to brace against his entry. I felt the muscles of his body tense for the thrust. I felt the blunt stab which suddenly penetrated my center and I felt the force grow larger, stronger, and deeper. I felt my cunt opening and spreading around his thick girth and the feeling was exquisite. I could only utter, “Ooooooohhhhhh”, but the force continued and I felt the rapid and interminable passage of cock penetrating deeper than any man had ever gone. Every sense ...

... inside of me focused on the physical sensation of Berry’s penetration. The moment his pubes met my smoothly shaven mound I knew I had been fully embedded. The words, “Oh God” spilled from my lips as I squirmed against the sheets, trying to accommodate his monstrous cock. My eyes rolled under my eyelids as he held me tight and ground his hips harder into me. Reaching into my depths, he made me feel like a total woman. I felt like I didn’t want to be anywhere else as I was held in his arms like a prisoner with no escape. I waited for his thrusts to begin, to feel the movement of his hard cock that my pussy craved. But he remained still. I was puzzled but enjoyed the sensation of fullness that he gave me. I ran my hands lightly over his back and pressed my cheek against his. My lips opened slightly and I kissed his shoulder in a silent gesture to get him moving. And then I whispered impatiently, “What are you waiting for?” “Wait for it, baby. Just wait for it,” he whispered back. “Wait for what?” I thought to myself. But then I felt a quick, firm contraction as my vagina pulsed around his cock, followed immediately by another. The sensation made me gasp, then moan softly. He continued to push his cock up into me and I felt all the weight of him bearing into me. The contractions inside my body pulsed more strongly, at irregular intervals and coming faster. I knew this feeling. I was very familiar with it. I was building towards an orgasm, but I never had one in this sort of way ...