Marcus stood in front of the cheap motel mirror, heart pounding as he pulled the black lace panties up over his thick thighs. His dark skin contrasted sharp against the white garter belt and sheer stockings. He was no pro, just an amateur black CD who got off on this shit in secret. Tonight he was meeting a white guy named Derek who promised a fat cock and no bullshit. Marcus tucked his own dick back, smoothed the short red dress over his ass, and slipped on the blonde wig. The heels clicked when he walked to the door after the knock.
Derek walked in, tall and pale, already rubbing his crotch. "Fuck, you look good," he said, voice low and rough. "Turn around." Marcus did, bending slightly so the dress rode up and showed the thong disappearing between his cheeks. Derek grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed hard. "This black ass is gonna take my white cock real good."
They didn't waste time. Derek pushed Marcus to his knees on the thin carpet. "Suck it." He unzipped and pulled out a thick, veiny white dick already half hard. Marcus opened wide and took the head in, tongue swirling around the tip, tasting salt. He bobbed down, gagging when it hit the back of his throat, spit running down the shaft. Derek grabbed the wig and fucked his mouth, hips snapping forward. "That's it, amateur slut. Choke on that white meat."
Marcus's own cock strained against the panties, leaking. He reached down and rubbed it through the lace while Derek used his face. After a few minutes Derek pulled out, strings of spit connecting his cock to Marcus's lips. "Get on the bed. Ass up."
Marcus climbed on all fours, dress hiked to his waist, panties yanked aside. Derek spit on his hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it, teasing. Then he pushed in slow at first, stretching the tight ring. Marcus groaned loud, pushing back to take more. "Fuck, it's big," he panted. Derek slapped his ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on brown skin. "Take it all, bitch." He buried the full length balls deep and started pounding, the bed creaking with every thrust.
The fucking was raw and steady. Derek's white cock disappeared into the black ass again and again, pulling out shiny with lube and spit. Marcus reached back and spread his cheeks wider, begging for it harder. "Give me that white cock, fuck me deep." Derek obliged, gripping the hips and slamming in, balls slapping. He reached around and stroked Marcus's leaking dick through the panties, making him moan and push back even more.
They switched positions. Marcus on his back, legs spread wide, heels still on. Derek folded him in half and drove in again, watching his pale shaft stretch the dark hole. Sweat dripped off Derek's chest onto Marcus's dress. "You like getting fucked by white dick, don't you?" Marcus nodded, eyes half closed. "Yes, fuck yes, wreck my ass." Derek sped up, pounding until Marcus came untouched, cum soaking the front of the panties and dress.
Derek wasn't done. He pulled out, flipped Marcus onto his stomach, and mounted him again, grinding deep with short brutal strokes. "Gonna fill this amateur black hole," he growled. Marcus felt the cock swell and pulse, hot cum flooding inside him. Derek kept thrusting through the orgasm, pushing the load deeper until it leaked out around his shaft.
They lay there breathing hard for a minute. Derek pulled out slow, watching the cum drip from the used hole. Marcus stayed on his belly, ass still up, feeling the mess run down his thighs. Derek smacked his ass one more time. "Same time next week, CD. Your white cock addiction ain't going anywhere."
Marcus smiled into the pillow, already thinking about the next outfit.
