1. From Online Black Cock Slut to Real One


    Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 93, Source: xHamster

    you wish, wherever you wish!” My fingers reached up and felt the cool metal around my neck, the thick, wide band of chrome around my neck easily visible, the edges rounded to ensure I would not be hurt by it. “You will wear this when you are with me and when you are not. This means when you are on your way to me, and on your way back. You may remove it only for showering and for work, if needed.” With that, he put the transmission in gear, and we drove off. Darin shot me a questioning look, and I started directing him to my house. As we pulled up front, Darin reached back, and snapped a thin chain on my collar, tugging it to remind me of my place, and his intent to use it, if need be. I merely looked at him, giving the slightest of nods to confirm my ownership. I was a black-owned slut now, and needed to live the part! I followed him out of the car, letting my skirt billow about as a car drove by, the tops of my thigh-high hose evident to the driver, a man I recognized as living down the street. “Remember… you are forbidden to wear panties. Your pussy is mine now, and I expect you to be available to me whenever I desire. And your pussy is off-limits to anyone else!” Darin ordered, further to claim his prize. My jaw dropped for a moment, realizing what he meant. My husband was not going to get any loving from his wife anymore. It took me a moment to realize that since I was planning on leaving Ben anyways, this would not be such a big deal. I admitted us to the house, and ...
    Darin immediately pulled the chain taut, drawing my face to his, where we kissed again in the wide-open doorway, his pull on the chain holding my lips mashed to his. I began to melt in his kiss, his free hand groping my butt, first rubbing the soft satin of my skirt, then reaching under it and directly caressing my bare skin. My hands were up on his shoulders, my French-manicured nails a stark contrast to his shirt, and soon to be his nearly black skin. My lips were meshed to his, and I felt the pleasure of his tongue on mine. It felt so good to be wanted by such a big, powerful man! Our kiss broken, Darin pulled me inside, and wasted surprisingly little time in getting to his chief desire. At his bidding, I knelt before him and released his pants, hooking my thumbs into his pants and underwear to draw them down. He casually stepped out of them, then used the chain to pull my face to his crotch, and his manhood. My eyes were shining as I saw his size, easily half-again the size of my husband, and the dark, throbbing shaft was growing with every beat of his heart! I could not resist, and leaned forward to place a long, slow lick along his amazing black monster, my own juices flowing just from the anticipation of being penetrated by such a large man. I heard Darin groan as I took my fingernail, and lightly traced along his length. My hand cupped his sac, his semen-laden jewels heavy in my grasp. My nails lightly tickling the base of his shaft and testicles, a smile on my face as I ...
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