She spotted him across the bar and knew right away she wanted his black cock inside her. Sarah, 32, white, married but bored as hell, had come out alone looking for exactly this. Jamal, tall, dark-skinned, broad shoulders and a thick bulge already showing in his jeans, caught her staring and walked straight over.
"You looking for something specific tonight?" he asked, voice low and direct.
"Your dick," she said, not wasting time. "I want it raw."
He grinned, grabbed her hand, and led her out without another word. They went to his place, a simple apartment with a big bed. The door barely closed before he pushed her against it, kissing her hard, tongue deep in her mouth while his hands yanked up her dress. No panties, just like she planned. His fingers found her wet pussy immediately, two sliding in deep.
"Fuck, you're soaked already," he muttered, pumping them in and out. "White pussy hungry for black cock, huh?"
"Yes," she gasped, grinding on his hand. "Give it to me."
Jamal pulled his fingers out, licked them clean, then dropped his pants. His cock sprang free, long, thick, veined, dark as night and already leaking precum. Sarah dropped to her knees right there, grabbing it with both hands and sucking the head into her mouth. She worked it sloppy, spit running down the shaft as she tried to take more, gagging when it hit the back of her throat.
He grabbed her hair and fucked her face, thrusting steady. "That's it, choke on that black dick."
She pulled off gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. "Fuck me now."
He hauled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and slammed into her pussy in one thrust. Sarah cried out, stretched wide around him. He didn't go slow. He pounded her hard, hips slapping against her ass, balls hitting her clit with every stroke. Her tits bounced free as he yanked her dress down, and he reached around to pinch her nipples while he fucked her.
"Take it all," he growled. "This tight white cunt was made for black cock."
She moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. He pulled out, flipped her onto the couch, and spread her legs wide. He drove back in, deeper this time, grinding against her clit on each downstroke. Sweat slicked their skin. She came first, pussy clenching around him, juices squirting out around his shaft.
He didn't stop. He flipped her again, face down, ass up, and fucked her even harder, one hand gripping her hip, the other smacking her ass red. "Beg for it."
"Fill me up," she panted. "Cum in my pussy."
Jamal buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside her. He stayed buried until he softened, then pulled out slow, watching his load drip from her swollen cunt.
They rested maybe ten minutes before she sucked him hard again. This time she rode him, bouncing on that black cock, tits in his face while he sucked her nipples. He came a second time while she ground down, her second orgasm hitting as his cum overflowed and ran down his balls.
By morning they had fucked in every position, her ass red from spanking, her pussy sore and leaking, his cock shiny with their mixed juices. She left with his number and a promise to come back for more raw black dick whenever she needed it.
