After my ex-girlfriend cheated on me, I decided to take a break from dating. I gave up all hope on love. Love didn't live here anymore.

So, I took a break trying to understand why she would do that to me. I know work took most of my time—like my dad, I was a workaholic—but I made sure to make time for her. I made sure she had everything she wanted and needed.

Sex was amazing. At least for me, it was. She told me it was. Was that a lie to keep my ego and self-esteem up? It got me thinking, was my dick not enough for her? Was it not BIG enough for her?

So, I went online searching for how to get your dick bigger. From what I've found, pills and tools do not work. The closest to getting a bigger dick is to surgically replace what you currently have with another. That was not an option for me.

Finally, I stumbled onto a website that gave me relief. Like any muscle in your body, the penis is a muscle that also needs exercise. "Use it or lose it."

So, I followed the instructions and exercises to a tee. I was drinking water, taking my daily vitamins, and going to the gym. The website had recommended little to no sex during the regiment. Which is great cause now that I was single, I wasn't having sex.

After three months, I decided my penis needed a break. It had been almost a year since we broke up, and I've had no sex, except for the occasional self-love with some lotion. Now, it was time to put my experiment to the test. I felt like NASA, taking nine years to build a rocket, and now it was time to launch it into space.

My boy at work had a different girl in his bed every weekend and sometimes weekdays. For what we do for work, I can understand why he needed stress relief so often. So, I reached out to him to find out how and where he was meeting these women. He told me about a website.

So, I went on the website and created a profile. Now, I didn't want someone who knows me to see said profile. I posted a picture of myself topless with my face hidden. I'm an average-looking guy with a nice athletic body. I checked out some of the women on the site. I messaged a few of them. A couple of them responded, but they were looking for a specific thing or person, and I wasn't it. I wasn't into all that BDSM or dominatrix lifestyle. I just want to find a sexy girl and fuck her.

Sure enough, I saw this post of a sexy Latina looking for a big cock. Now that's what I'm talking about. I responded to her post, and a day later, she replied and we exchanged numbers and started talking, planning our next move. After a week or two, we finally made plans to meet.

As we talked, she opened up to me about herself. She was a lesbian her whole life, growing up. She recently had sex with a guy. She slept with two white guys, and I would be her third. It turns out my big black cock was too big for her. She couldn't handle it. After the first meeting, I didn't understand why she couldn't take it all in. We tried a second time and she literally ran from the dick. We figured a third time would be a charm. Wrong!

After three tries, she gave up and stopped talking to me. So, I went back to the drawing board, the website. Sure enough, there she was hugging up on some other black guy. I guess he's not as big, and she can handle it. Come to find out, not all brothers have BBCs.

I met and chatted with a couple of other women, and nothing went through. One wanted a three-sum with two guys. Later on, she changed her mind and wanted a couple. Then she wanted to partner up with a guy and find another couple for an orgy and partner swap. But we never went through with any of that.

Finally, I met another woman who was married and looking for a BBC to fuck her while her husband watches. That kind of turned me on. You're going to watch me destroy your wife's pussy right in front of you? Be my guest. But our schedules never allowed us time for it. So, we canceled it and moved on.

After months of no luck meeting anyone, I took a break from the site. A few days later, I received an email from the site that someone had left me a message. I logged on and read the message. I clicked on the person's profile picture. Like me and most people on the site, she posted a topless picture with no face.

Her profile stated that she may be petite, but she was looking for and wanted a big dick. Preferably eight inches or more because she has a boyfriend, and that is how big he measured. So, she wanted someone that size or bigger.

I responded right away, and she replied with how we could chat without exchanging information. One can never be too careful. So, I can understand her concerns about not exchanging phone numbers. I downloaded an app onto my phone so we could chat there.

We started chatting and I asked her for a face picture. She sent it to me, and she was very pretty. Wow! I sent her one back, and she liked it. She wanted to meet right away, but I couldn't that day because I had to meet a client after work. We scheduled for next week.

All week, we chatted and exchanged some more pics. She was hot. Since she was looking for a big dick, she wanted to be sure I had a big one. She asked for a picture of it. I sent it to her, but she was still skeptical about it. Apparently, there was a feature to take pictures using the app and the phone camera that makes you appear larger than you are.

That was not going to be easy for me. Well, who walks around with a hard cock all day? Unless you're Mandingo. One morning, after I showered, I sent her a flaccid picture of my cock with a measuring tape over it showing how big I was soft, which was six inches long. I was actually surprised. Maybe the exercises worked. Isn't six inches the average penis size, when erect? I was six inches soft. Pat on the back for me.

She liked it, yet still wanted a picture of it, big and hard. Dammit, woman! Two days later, I was horny and wanted to fuck this girl. I pulled out one of her pictures and started to masturbate thinking of fucking her. I was rock hard. God, I wanted her so badly. Once I was done, it hit me: this is it. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of my hard rock cock and sent it to her. Well, by that time my dick was going down, it was half hard. But it was still pretty big and beefy. She liked that one. I told her that I was not fake and that my dick is real.

We spent all week chatting on the app, getting to know each other. She was excited and, "Couldn't wait to meet and feel my cock inside her." Her words, not mine. The day finally came. We were going to meet. That morning, she messaged me bright and early, "What time will you be here?" Now, it was my turn to be concerned.

Was this chick planning on having me come over her house to have her boyfriend beat the shit out of me or even shoot me? I'm a black man living in America. The last thing I want is a white girl screaming that a black man assaulted her. BAM! Arrested and locked up for life.

I thought, maybe we should get a hotel and meet there. But she had already told me we wouldn't have much time because her boyfriend would be home soon. Well, I wasn't going to rent a hotel room for a night, and just use it for half an hour. Yet, she had also asked if I minded him watching. And that he would not be watching the whole time. He'd just poke his head in and look. Because he enjoys and gets turned on from her fucking other guys.

I don't know about you, but if I had a beautiful and sexy woman like her, there's no way I would let another guy touch her. Let alone fuck her and me getting excited over it. I'd be like Trump and build walls around her. But, hey, to each their own.

As excited as I was to meet and fuck the shit out of this girl, I was a nervous wreck. She had a boyfriend. What could she want with a black man? I watched 'Get Out'. A movie about a white family using their beautiful and sexy white daughter to lure black men into their home, cut their heads open to steal their bodies, and swap out their brains to keep the white man alive in a black man's body. Nope, that was not going to be me. You've got the wrong guy. Yet, her sexy body was on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I wanted to fuck her.

She kept asking me what time I would be there. That got me worried even more and thinking, maybe she wants the exact time so she could have her boyfriend be ready to ambush me when I arrived at their house. Not wanting her to know I was nervous and had these bad thoughts, I told her I would be there between a certain time and not the exact time.

At five o'clock sharp, as I'm getting ready to leave, I received a call from a client. Like, c'mon! It's Friday evening and I want to go home. Even if I wasn't going home. I had places to be and pussy waiting. Fuck off! I answered anyway, and the call took fifteen minutes. I hung up, grabbed everything, and left. With traffic, it took me about an hour to get to her house. When I arrived there, I pulled up into a visitors' parking lot. Nope, still nervous, I decided instead of pulling in, I'd back in. In case I have to make a quick getaway.

As I was about to message her that I was there, that's when I saw she had left me a message telling me to let her know when I leave work. My mind was going again. Why? I messaged her and told her I was outside. She told me which building she lived in and to ring the bell, and she would buzz me in.

With both my hands in my pockets, one holding my keys, I walked to the house. You're probably asking, “Why is he holding his keys?” Well, for two reasons. One, if I saw something I did not like, I could turn around and make a run for it. Or two, if someone attacked me, I could use the key to do some damage.

So anyway, I walked inside and rang the bell. It took a little while, but she finally buzzed me in. "As I walk through the valley of the shadows of death. I take a look..." Nope, that's a song. As I walked down the corridor of the building, I looked at every door and corner where someone could pop out and jump at me. Just as I took a step going up a flight of stairs, a door opened and two women came out. I ran up the stairs and turned around to check what was happening. You could tell it was the first time they saw a black man. Either that or one that didn't look like he was from the hood. They smiled and said hi, and checked me out. Ok, no harm. Just two white women drooling over a sexy black man.

I continued up the stairs and arrived at her door. Before I could raise my hand to knock, the door opened. Standing there was a gorgeous-looking woman. WOW! Did I hit the lotto? She was petite, standing at no more than five feet three inches. "Hi! Come on in," her sweet voice said in a sexy tone.

Before I stepped in, my eyes scanned the house quickly for any possible danger. Nothing. I walked in with one eye on her because she was so beautiful and I couldn't take my eyes off her, yet I was on alert with the other, still scanning the scene. "Are you ok? You're a little sketchy," she said, looking at my face.

"Who me? Nah. May I use your bathroom? I've been drinking coffee all day, plus had a long drive," I said, brushing her off and trying to act cool. Yes, I had to pee, but I really wanted to check out the rest of the house, looking for two things. A second exit, apart from the main entrance, and look into any closets or other rooms where someone could be hiding.

She had just come out of the shower and was drying her hair. She pointed down a hallway to the bathroom. There were three doors, one on the right, which could be a closet or an exit. It was closed. The handle says it was a closet. An exit door would have a lock on it, so people from outside don't get in easily. Another one on my left with the door ajar and light on inside. I couldn't see much inside. And the third one straight ahead is the bathroom. I walked in and left the door open a little bit, in case I had to run out. I checked behind the shower curtain, no one, and felt relieved. Maybe she was home alone. I used the bathroom and left.

When I came out, she was in the hallway waiting for me, still drying her hair. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I'm ok. Thank you!" Nope, I'm not drinking anything. You might Cosby me and chop me to pieces. My mind was going again.

She walked into a bedroom and motioned for me to follow with her head. I followed her, my eyes plastered to her ass. Damn, she was sexy. She dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed. "You look nervous. Come on, sit down. I won't bite."

You sure about that? That's usually what a killer would say, I thought to myself, but didn't say it. "I won't hurt you!" And, BAM! You're dead.

Alright, maybe she was harmless. I sat down at the edge of the bed. "A little. I always get nervous when I meet people for the first time," I said, still nervous about that other room.

"Do you want to talk or get straight to it?"

"Nah, fuck talking. I want to fuck," my dick said.

"We can talk for a bit," I said, easing the tension in the room.

Good lord, I wanted to kiss her so badly. She was gorgeous, and her lips were perfect with pearly white teeth. I signaled for her to come closer. She did and said, "I don't want to just kiss. I don't mind, but I'm not much of a kisser." I wasn't either, but her lips were too perfect not to want to kiss her.

"Relax! Take off your clothes," she said, taking off her white tank top. I stood up and took my shirt and pants off. "Might as well take it all off," I said, taking off my t-shirt. She took her sweatpants off. She was now in a black bra and red thong.

There was something about a red thong on a woman that turned me on. A woman could have any color thong on and I'd just be like, "Nice ass." But a red lace thong always makes my heart skip a beat. She was beyond sexy. Unlike the typical white girl with no shape, a gut, and a droopy ass, her body was amazing. It was as if God himself, handcrafted it. Slim body with just the right curves and a nicely shaped, round, bubble butt. She stood up and pulled the red thong off, exposing her neatly shaved pussy. OMG! Instant boner. I wanted to devour that pussy.

She knelt and rubbed my cock through the boxer shorts. Wanting to hold it and feel the flesh in her hands, she pulled my shorts off. My cock sprang straight up. She tossed my shorts and grabbed my cock with one hand. I thought, no don't suck it yet. I want to eat your pussy first. Can we at least sixty-nine? She jerked my cock and said, "My boyfriend is about the same girth, but you're much longer."

She wrapped her lips around the head while twirling her tongue under the head, at the slit where the head meets the shaft, with one hand jerking the shaft and the other rubbing my balls. OH MY GOD! This must be what heaven feels like. She tried to deepthroat it to no avail. "Take as much as you can, but don't try to deepthroat it. Many have unsuccessfully tried," I warned her knowing damn well she couldn't. Yet, I wanted so badly for her to give it a shot.

With her hair being wet, I couldn't make out what color it was. Either dirty blonde hair or brunette with blonde highlights. I wrapped it up into a ponytail and held it with my hand, while I pushed her head down to take my cock down her throat.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were full of lust. I stared back at her and told her to lick my balls. She shook her head no, yet ran her tongue around my balls and up my shaft, wrapping her lips around the head. "You're such a tease," I said, enjoying the performance. She smiled and repeated the process. She continued sucking to her satisfaction and my pleasure.

She stopped sucking, but still jerking my cock. Then she came and lay next to me. This must mean my turn. Yes! Finally, I got to taste that jar of honey. I had dreamt about what this pussy would look like, feel like, and taste like on my tongue. Would it be a big gash with big flaps for lips, looking like an Arby's sandwich! No, it was far from it. Instead, it was a lovely looking pussy. Small like her, with a tiny clit hidden inside a little slit. It looked like a young virgin girl's pussy. Like it had never been touched before. Beautiful and pink.

I kissed her and could taste my cock on her tongue. I continued kissing down her neck, chest and sucked on her pierced nipples with my mouth. She let out a soft moan. I let go and moved on to the next and did the same as the other. Then I continued down her flat stomach and licked her pierced navel area. She had a hidden belly button, so I stuck my tongue in there and could taste the metal ring. With my lips and tongue, I kissed my way down to her pink carnation garden.

Using my hands and arms, I spread her legs open and dove in. But, not without the sniff test. I kissed the side of her lips, up her thigh and back down to the other side, while sniffing her cunt, as my nose hovered over it. She had a sweet aroma. Then again, she had just come out of the shower.

Finally, I made contact. Using my tongue, I fished her clit out and wrapped my lips around it. My tongue swirling around the tip. She let out another moan. I had her where I wanted her. My tongue continued its search and dove right into her wet cave. Her sweet honey covered it. I continued drinking to the last drop. With my lips wrapped around her pussy, I French kissed her twat. My tongue slithering all inside her. If I could, I'd shove my whole head inside it, licking her walls. She bucked her hips up onto my face as the orgasm surged through her body. This time, a loud moan came out, "Fuck!"

She grabbed my head and I looked up at her, "I want to feel you inside me now. I want you to fuck me," she begged.

I rose up and wrapped my lips around one nipple after another, sucking and biting them. Then kissed her. She wrapped her legs around mine, locking me in. I reached behind her knees and placed her legs on my shoulders. With one hand holding her legs up, I grabbed my cock and placed the head at her entrance. Slowly, I slid the head of my dick inside her wet cave. Inch by inch I watched my cock disappear inside her tunnel.

She was shaking her head from side to side and groaning as her hair covered her face. "You are so big," she said. "Bigger than any man I've ever had." Yet she'd come to crave the depth of my cock in her innermost being. I had promised her I would take it easy on her, and I did. I didn't just jab my cock inside her.

Through the passion of being fully fucked by this big black cock, she glanced down and took in the erotic sight of my shaft rubbing against her feminine bud of pleasure, even as the head of my manhood speared at her cervix. She had a good view of all I was doing to bring her to the point of insanity with me endlessly pounding into her to bring her to climax.

She'd already come twice, but for me, that was never enough. I kept a consistent rhythm as I thrust my cock, pounding into her. Breathing heavy, she convulsed under me, my shaft still buried in her as I repetitively rub my finger over her clit with the slickness of her juices that oozed out around my thick shaft.

The pleasure she was receiving was so intense, it felt simply too much for her. She tried to rise from under me, but I made it hard to do so. For one, with her thighs split apart and pinned down at her sides on the bed, it didn't leave her the ability to get more than the tip of her fingers to reach and grab the sheet. She tossed her head in frustration and inwardly shook with delight, and I chuckled, knowing she was enjoying this as much as I was.

My masculinity overwhelmed her, and she just couldn't help her reactions to me as she came again. I was thrusting my big cock in and out of her, causing a multitude of reactions that shook through her as pleasure, and lots of it. She was screaming and begging for me to either stop tormenting her or never stop what I was doing.

Feeling her pussy tightening up around my shaft, which would result in me painting her inner walls white with one last stroke, I pulled out of her and eased up off her legs. Still shaking, she got up and walked over to the end of the bed. Oh no, not again, I thought. I know I am big, but I cannot be that big for every woman I sleep with.

"Come here? Bend me over the bed and fuck me from behind," she begged.

Music to my ears. "I like the sound of that," I said, following her.

Bent over the bed, anticipation for what was to come coursed through her viscerally as she knew I was about to take her deep and hard. The smile on her face and the lust in her eyes told me she wanted me to. She was aching for my cock too. It had been like this for a week now, ever since the first day we started chatting when she had begged me to come over that same day.

She was on her knees, facing away from me. Her round-shaped ass spread open with every shake as she flaunted it at me. I was loving what I was seeing and couldn't wait to take her in this way.

Gripping tight handholds of the covers, she moaned as I grabbed each cheek and spread them; the tight lips of her womanhood parted as I slid my tongue up and down her entire slit. The sound of me tasting her was pure pleasure. Aching for my tongue, she pushed against my face, and the pressure of my licking tongue as I lapped her juices.

Shuddering, she lost her breath at the sensation as I slid down, kneeling on the floor just past the edge of the bed, directly behind her. Her torment wasn't over. Nope, I was just getting started.

She felt like her eyes were crossed from the pleasure I was giving her with my warm tongue on her clit and full lips wrapped around her lips, but more than anything she was aching for me to plunge my cock deep into her. I went from being too big for her to now wanting me as deep as I could put it into her.

I pulled my mouth back from her wetness, and with a thrill, as my hand was still gripping, I turned my head and bit one of the cheeks of her bottom. She shuddered and came again in a small climax that seemed to be jerked from her by the dominating possession of my control over her to do whatever I wanted to. I let go and licked the spot that I just bit on, only to then run my tongue across, circling around the back entrance, and bite her other cheek.

I wasn't much of an ass eater, but I am a freak who's willing to try anything once. And her ass was looking too clean and pink not to lick it. I let go of the other cheek only to then bury my face between both of them as my warm, wet lips kissed her bottom entrance and my tongue pressed against it, pleading to enter. The feel of my tongue upon her most private entrance sent a sharp tingle up her spine, which resulted in a deeply released groan of pleasure, "OH GOD! FUCK ME!"

With those words, I knew that involuntarily she had just given me all the permission I needed to go further, and it wasn't within her to tell me no. Using just my tongue, I had just owned her body, and she was mine to do as I wanted to with her.

From the reaction of my exploration of her bottom, it's as if she was surprised as the wetness of my tongue touched the tightly creased entrance of her ass. Had no other man ever done that to her? She had told me she'd done anal before and was eager to feel my cock there. I was fascinated by the fact that one day I would be driving my shaft deep into the hilt in her ass, as my tongue brought unexpected pleasure after pleasure. She pushed her butt against my face as I stimulated it in a way she'd never have thought possible as being pleasurable.

My tongue was in her as she thrashed her head side to side on the bed. She moaned at the feel of it, and then she exploded as my middle and ring fingers came up from beneath to rub upon her clitoris again. Groaning into the cover, "FUCK ME! I want your cock in me." She begged. I raised up behind her, and in the midst of her outpouring passion, I wondered into which opening I should plunge my cock. Her pussy was one of the best I've had, yet I was thrilled at the thought of driving my cock up her dark tunnel.

Still on her knees and in the doggy position, I plunged deep into her vagina, and with a gasp of both joy and maybe a little discomfort at the size of my long cock, she held onto the cover beneath her as a shrill moan escaped her lip, "Hggrrr!" I held motionless deep within her as I slapped and gripped onto her ass cheek with one hand, the other enthralled onto her hip, and I gradually thrust into her. Her ass hole was looking back at me, still slick from the wetness of my tongue. I wanted desperately to bury my thumb into the tightness of her bottom.

Instead, I released her ass cheek and slid the palm of my hand onto her stomach up to her chest and took a grasp of her breast. My cock still thrusting into her, I repeated the same with my other hand and pulled her against my chest. Her ass cheeks slapping at my groin as I steadily pounded deep and hard into her with a fast rhythm. "Oh shit!" She screamed as we both collapsed onto the bed, me on top of her.

Without stopping the rhythm, I freed my hands from her breasts and grasped her hips and continued pounding into her. Her ass cheeks bounced under my hands with every thrust. Her walls constricted around my shaft, yet I still wanted more. I flipped her onto her side, one leg raised over my shoulder, looking like the scissor position, giving me easier access to drive deeper into her. "OOHHH FUCK!" She screamed as the head of my cock hit her cervix. That's right. Your boyfriend may have stretched your walls with his girthy dick, but I was going to make sure you feel my long cock deep into you, I thought to myself.

Still buried deep in her, I grabbed the other leg, forcing her onto her back with her ass off the bed. I wrapped my arms around her thighs just below her knees and kept them firmly anchored against my chest as I impaled my shaft deep into her twat. She placed her hands on her stomach right above her pussy, feeling my cock rearranging her inside. Feeling my balls tighten up with every thrust, I dug the head of my cock against her cervix one last time, resulting in me erupting inside of her.

I freed her legs and collapsed onto her, panting for air. My heart pounding out of my chest, my body drained from the beating I had laid upon her. She rolled over and placed my cock in her mouth, sucking her juice and mine. Within no time, my cock was hard again from her sucking. She straddled my thighs and slid her already wet pussy down onto my throbbing cock. Not able to take the whole shaft into her, she placed her palms onto my chest and bounced her ass up and down.

"Oh fuck! Your cock feels so good!" she groaned, grinding her hips and rosebud onto my shaft.

I grabbed her waist, planted my feet firmly onto the bed, and raised my ass as I pounded up into her. "Oh fuck! I'm coming!" she screamed as she came crashing down onto my chest. Once the orgasm subsided, she rolled off me onto the bed. I got up, placing myself behind her. She placed her hand onto my chest, saying, "No, we can't. It's almost time. I have to pick up my boyfriend."

"Oh really! What time is it?" I asked, feeling disappointed. I wanted some more of that sweet pussy as that ass bounced onto me.

"We've been fucking for an hour," she said with that sexy smile.

"Oh shit! Really! It's been an hour already? It felt like we'd only been going at it for twenty minutes.

She got off the bed and pulled that red thong up around her ass. I watched as her ass jiggled in that sexy piece of cloth. She bent over, picking up the rest of her clothes. OH GOD! I wanted to grab her waist, pull her toward me, and bury my face between her cheeks as I eat that ass and pussy as my last meal. Instead, I gathered my clothes and put them on. As I was busy putting my clothes on, she pulled a sweater from somewhere and wore that instead of the shirt she had on.

Once we were done getting dressed, we went out to the living room, me in front as she followed close. Before I put my jacket and shoes back on, I turned around to hug and kiss her. Just as I did that, she was adjusting the sweater. I looked down and noticed the sweater had no buttons. And she had no shirt under it. Exposing her chest and breasts as she pulled each side together to cover herself.

I reached for a hug, and she opened her arms to hug me back. The sweater came loose, exposing her breasts. Her hard nipples poking against my chest. My right hand slid down to her ass, pulling the back of the sweater off, searching for the waist of her pants. I slid my hand inside and grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks. Good lord, they were so plump and soft. A finger slipped between her ass crack. I inadvertently rubbed her bottom entrance and pushed the tip of my finger inside her anal cavity.

Not wanting me to slide further into her dark hole, she pushed her ass away from me. Since I couldn't fingerfuck her ass, I wanted to try something else. I pulled my hand out of her pants, picked her up. "I want to taste your pussy one last time," I said as I placed her on top of the kitchen counter. I pulled her pants down, her panties to the side, and buried my face between her legs. Using my tongue, I sucked on her clit and French-kissed her pussy. She was still wet from our fuck session earlier. Her juice was warm and tasty on my tongue.

Tasting the juice from her pussy made me want her more. I pulled her down and bent her over the counter. Just as I was about to pull my pants down to fuck her, she pushed me back. "We don't have much time."

I was not going to give up that easily. So, I pulled her red thong to the side and buried my face between her cheeks and tongue-fucked her ass hole. With my middle and ring fingers, I reached under and stuck them inside her abused pussy. Her juice was flowing all over my hand. Once I was done eating her to my satisfaction, I pulled my fingers out, licked them dry, and slapped her bare ass hard. That will definitely leave a mark for her man to see. We hugged one last time, and I left her house.

DAMN! That was AMAZING!!!