Marcus had never done this before, not for real. He stood in the cheap motel room wearing a cheap red wig, a tight black dress hiked up over his thick thighs, and a pair of sheer panties that barely held his own cock in place. His dark skin looked even smoother against the white lace bra hed stuffed with cheap silicone tits. The guy on the other side of the door was white, older, and already hard from the photos Marcus had sent. Amateur black CD looking to get wrecked by white cock. That was the whole ad.
The door opened and the white man stepped in without a word. He was thick in the middle, salt-and-pepper hair, and the bulge in his jeans was obvious. Marcus didnt bother with names. He just turned around, bent over the edge of the bed, and pulled the panties down to his knees. You came here to fuck this black ass, right? Do it.
The white man didnt waste time. He unzipped, pulled out a fat, veiny cock already leaking, and spat on it once. Marcus felt the blunt head press against his hole and push. No lube beyond that spit. It burned going in, stretching him wide, but that was exactly what he wanted. He grunted and pushed back until the whole length sank balls-deep into his amateur hole.
Fuck, thats tight, the white man growled, gripping Marcuss wide hips. He started thrusting hard, skin slapping against skin, the wet sound of spit and ass filling the room. Marcuss own cock swung between his legs, half-hard from the rough pounding. Every time the white cock pulled out and slammed back in, Marcuss stuffed bra bounced and the dress rode higher.
Harder, Marcus demanded, voice low and rough. Fuck this black CD like you paid for it. The white man obliged, slamming in faster, his balls slapping against Marcuss taint. He reached around and grabbed Marcuss cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts until Marcus was leaking onto the cheap carpet.
They switched positions without talking. Marcus climbed on top, facing the man, and sank down on that white cock again. His thick thighs flexed as he rode it, taking every inch, the dress bunched around his waist. Sweat ran down his dark chest. The white mans hands spread his ass cheeks wider, watching his cock disappear into the stretched hole. Look at you taking it, he muttered. Amateur slut riding white dick like he was born for it.
Marcus bounced harder, the bed creaking. His own cock slapped against the white mans stomach with every drop. He reached back and spread his cheeks himself, showing off how wide he was getting fucked open. The white mans breathing got ragged. He grabbed Marcuss hips and started thrusting up to meet him, driving deeper.
Gonna cum in this ass, the white man warned. Marcus just nodded and slammed down harder. A few more strokes and the white cock pulsed, flooding him with hot cum. Marcus kept riding through it, milking every drop until it leaked out around the shaft and ran down his balls.
He didnt stop until the white man went soft and slipped out. Then Marcus stood, cum dripping down his inner thighs, and stroked his own cock until he shot across the mans stomach. They cleaned up in silence. The white man left first. Marcus stayed behind, still in the dress and wig, hole sore and leaking, already thinking about the next time hed post for another raw white cock to use his amateur black CD ass.
