Her First Taste of BBC Changed Everything

A Cuckold Fantasy

Hey Kinksters! Remember last month when I made a resolution to post new audios and share some erotic stories with you? Well, unlike some of my subbies who already broke their New Year’s resolutions (and they will most certainly be punished), I kept mine! I’ve been itching to get some of my own personal fantasies and scenarios down on paper for a while now. Since cuckolding is a fetish near and dear to my heart, I thought we would start with a cuckold sex story! And since you guys know how much I love BBC, let’s make it an interracial cuckold sex story!

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Well, my resolution was to share more erotic stories AND audios! So you can listen to this cuckold sex story as a full length audio! Just click the media bar at the bottom of this post, grab some lube sit back and enjoy! Audio length is about 13 minutes

And Onto Our Cuckold Sex Story!

Angie sat at the bar,  playing with the ice at the bottom of her nearly finished long island, her gaze wandering languidly over the dimly lit room. The scent of bar polish and alcohol lingered in the air, a familiar aroma that brought back memories of her days as a barfly before she had married. She fondly remembered the countless nights spent dancing, drinking, and flirting with gorgeous men then going home with them. Her thoughts then drifted to Rick, her husband. She had met him through mutual friends, and they had quickly fallen in love. However, their sex life had been less than stellar. Rick was a wonderful man, caring and supportive, but in the bedroom, not only did he lack passion and creativity, but Rick’s penis also lacked in size and girth.  Rick’s little prick was only about four inches long and Angie found herself deeply unsatisfied after their encounters. She had tried to express her dissatisfaction to Rick, but how could she tell the man that she married that his dick was just too damn small.

Pushing the thoughts of her miserable married sex life aside, she began scanning the bar and taking in the atmosphere. As she people-watched, a tall, well-built black man caught her eye. He possessed a presence that demanded attention, his broad shoulders and muscular frame were accentuated by his tight black button down shirt, and his dark skin gleamed under the low lighting. His eyes were a deep brown, almost black, and they held a hint of mischief that made Angie’s heart flutter.

She watched him as he spoke to the bartender, his voice smooth and confident, he ordered a long island and a whisky. Angie’s heart skipped a beat as he turned his attention to her. “Hey there,” he said, sliding onto the stool next to her and handing her the tall glass. “What brings you here tonight?”

Angie couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. There was something about him that seemed both dangerous and intriguing, and she found herself unable to resist his charm. “Recovering from one hell of a day at the office,” she replied, giving him a coy smile. “And what about you? What brings you here?”

He smiled back at her, and his teeth flashed white against his dark skin. “I’m just out for a night on the town,” he said casually. “But I’d say meeting you is the highlight so far. The name’s Marcus”

Angie felt a thrill shoot through her body, and she shifted uncomfortably on her seat. “Angie.” She replied. She hadn’t expected to find someone like Marcus in this bar, not that she had expected to find anyone at all. Angie noticed the glances he kept throwing her way, and it sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She wondered if he could sense the pent-up desire within her, a longing for more than what her marriage to Rick offered.

“So, do you come here often?” Marcus asked, his question making them both chuckle at the cliché.

“No, not really,” Angie admitted, setting down her drink.

Angie and Marcus continued with the usual small talk, their conversation growing ever more flirtatious.

“Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere else,” Marcus suggested, his hand brushing against Angie’s arm.

Angie hesitated, knowing full well that she was playing with fire. But she couldn’t deny the allure of this handsome, charismatic stranger. “Alright,” she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they left the bar, Angie couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. She had never been unfaithful to Rick before, but her curiosity and desire for a taste of the wild life she once knew proved too tempting to resist. She craved that feeling of being wanted and desired by a man who could fuck and “fuck” was just not something her husband did.

They walked to a nearby hotel, neither of them speaking much on the way. Angie’s heels clacked on the tiled floor of the lobby, and her hips swayed as they made their way to the front desk to make the arrangements.
As they entered the hotel room, Marcus pulled her close, his lips brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his warmth, his heart beating against her chest, and her desire for him grew stronger with each passing second.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Angie whispered, her voice trembling.

“Don’t worry,” Marcus reassured her, his voice smooth and soothing. “I won’t tell anyone. This little secret is ours,” Marcus promised, his hot breath caressing Angie’s earlobe.

With shaking hands, Angie reached for the zipper of her dress, allowing it to trickle down her body until it pooled on the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but her black lace thong and matching bra. The look of appreciation on Marcus’ face was evident, his eyes scanning every curve of her body, as though taking in every detail for later memory.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” Marcus murmured, reaching out to trace a finger along the line of Angie’s cleavage. His touch sent electric pulses through her body, and she felt her knees weaken beneath her.

“You don’t know how badly I need this,” she confessed quietly, feeling vulnerable yet liberated.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, the heat of their desire igniting a spark that threatened to consume them both. With every gentle kiss and passionate embrace, Angie became increasingly convinced that she had made the right decision. This was what she needed, this raw, untamed energy that Marcus exuded. His kisses were demanding, his touch possessive, and she found herself falling deeper into lust . His hands roamed across her body, exploring every inch of her flesh, and Angie couldn’t help but moan softly in response. As their bodies pressed closer, Angie felt the bulge in Marcus’s pants, an unmistakable sign of his arousal. She couldn’t help but wonder what lay beneath the fabric, and her curiosity grew stronger with each passing second.

With a gentle touch, she reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the toned muscles beneath. Her fingers traced the contours of his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, her hands trailed down his body and across his waistband. She couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of the massive black cock that sprung foreward as she undid his pants. It had to be at least 11 inches long and as thick as her wrist. It stood erect, throbbing with power, and Angie felt a wave of arousal wash over her.

She dropped to her knees, reached out and gently touched the tip, feeling the warmth of his arousal. Her heart raced, and she couldn’t resist the urge to run her tongue along the length of his shaft. As she tasted him, she felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, she couldn’t believe she was kneeling in a hotel room with the biggest cock she had ever seen right in front of her!

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her pussy dripping wet with desire. “You’re so big.”

“Just wait till you see what I can do with it, baby,” he growled, his hands tangling in her hair and guiding her lips to engulf his erection.

Angie gripped his erection tightly and eagerly wrapped her mouth around his girth, savoring the taste of him. Her tongue flicked across the head, lapping up and tasting the salty precum that leaked from his tip.
She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft. Her hands worked in tandem, stroking him with a firm grip, her wedding ring glittering in the dim light as her hand moved up and down, a stark reminder of her married status. Her movements were slow and deliberate, designed to tease and tantalize Marcus while driving him crazy with pleasure.

Marcus groaned loudly, his hands gripping Angie’s head tightly as he thrust himself deeper into her mouth. He could feel her throat constricting around his cock, squeezing him tighter and tighter with each stroke.
“Oh fuck baby,” he groaned. “You’re driving me wild.”

Angie smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. She sucked harder, her mouth and hands working frantically on his cock, determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel his cock swelling up, growing bigger and harder as he neared the point of no return. She sucked greedily, wanting to taste his cum, to feel it fill her mouth and spill down her throat.

“I’m getting close,” Marcus warned, his voice strained with lust.

Angie nodded, her mouth never leaving his cock. Angie intensified her oral assault, sucking and licking even harder, desperate to make him cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” Marcus moaned, his grip on Angie’s head tightening.

Just as she had hoped, Marcus’s body stiffened, and he let out a deep, guttural groan. His cock swelled and hardened even more, and Angie felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed reflexively, her mouth working frantically to catch every drop of his seed, loving the sensation of his ejaculate flooding her mouth.
Finally, Marcus’s orgasm subsided, and he gently pushed Angie away.

“Wow, baby,” he rasped, while running his fingers through her hair affectionately. “That was fantastic.”

Angie blushed, her cheeks flushing a bright pink. Her desire for Marcus’s huge black cock was intense, almost overwhelming. She knew that she would die a happy woman if she could just get fucked by his massive member.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Marcus murmured. “Let me show you what I can do with this big black cock.”

Angie nodded weakly, her heart pounding in her chest. She was excited beyond belief, eager to experience the kind of pleasure that could only come from having her tight pussy stretched wide open by Marcus’s massive black cock.

To Be Continued…