Big Black Cock

My name is Alex and I am a black man.

I am six foot four, I wear size fourteen shoes, and my dick is just over eleven inches. If you are afraid some black man is going to fuck your white wife, I am the one you need to worry about.

When I walk into a club, I am the man your wife will be looking at. She will try to be discreet about it so that you won't know but I'll know she wants it. There will be that subtle smile that forms just on the edge of her lips and she will lick them with her tongue to moisten them in the hopes that the lights will make them sparkle and attract my attention.

If you do not want your woman to come over and stand near me, fluffing her hair in the hopes I will catch her scent, then you had better not leave her alone when you need to go and take a piss. Even if she doesn't slip me a note with her phone number and a safe time to call, she will want it more; want me more, than anything else in her life.

My shaved head, my chiseled abs, and the ever present bulge in my crotch is what your woman wants and white husbands' wives are what I want. I want to fuck your wife until she screams and I will stretch her pussy out in order to accommodate my big black cock. When I am finished fucking her, she will not even feel you inside her cunt afterwards and my advice is; don't even try because you will not be enough for her and you never will be again.

I have fucked a thousand white men's wives and I plan to fuck another thousand or two. I am black and I am the Big Black Cock you have heard about. I am the HNIC, I carry the big stick that will own your wife's pussy, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it.

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A couple of months ago, I was picking up some lottery tickets at the local convenience store one evening and the store cashier was a young pretty thing. She was maybe in her early twenties, white of course, and with long blond hair.

I was not looking for a piece of ass that evening but then I never have to go out and look for it; it finds me. I could tell by the way she cocked her head and shoulders and looked directly into my eyes that she wanted my dick. She also kept finding just one more thing to say to me to keep me from leaving the store.

While I was sizing her up, another customer came in to buy gas and smokes and she whispered to me, "Hang on a minute while I take care of this customer." That was when I knew I had her. I pretty much knew I had her the minute I walked into the store.

After the other customer left, she came down to the end of the counter where I had moved to let the fat old white Motherfucker pay for his stuff.

She said, "I've seen you in here before."

"Yeah, I stop by occasionally, gas and smokes, lottery tickets maybe. I've seen you working here before also," I told her. Most women are a bit shy about coming out and telling a strange man that she wants to be fucked so I took the lead with her and asked, "What time do you get off tonight?"

She looked around, I suppose to make sure her husband had not snuck in while she was busy waiting on her customer and then she whispered, "Eleven fifteen."

I simply said, "I'll try to be back around eleven," and she smiled and nodded to me her acceptance. Checking my wristwatch, I saw that I had about three hours to kill, so once I got back in the car, I called Bob and Jennifer. Bob answered the phone.

"Hey Bob, what are you guys doing this evening?"

Bob replied, "Just setting around, I'm watching television, Jenny is reading."

I asked him, "Think she feels up for a fuck?"

"You know Jenny; she says you own her pussy. Here, I'll let you talk to her."

I have known Bob and Jennifer for a couple of years now. I use Bob's wife often. Like many other women, she cannot get enough of my dick. Her husband is cool with things. I just call them when I need to bust a nut or two. She is a good fuck so; it is just a friend with benefits thing. I probably swing by their place two or three times a month and best of all; they only lived about a mile from the convenience store where I was right then.

A few minutes later, I was enroute to their home. Bob let me in and said that Jennifer was taking a quick shower and he suggested that I should just go on back to the master bedroom and join her, I did. The first time we fucked that night was in the shower.

Her husband Bob had remained in the living room intent on finishing the movie he was watching. I have no idea what it was that he was watching, but some kind of western thing, an older film I believe.

Some husbands demand to watch me when I service their women and I am skilled at getting them to the point where they are jacking off in the corner. Some of the wives I fuck insist that their husband watch as I do for their wives what they are pitifully incapable of doing themselves. I give their wives that satisfaction and repeated climaxes while the white husband just watches and applauds.

Bob and Jennifer are not like most of the hot wives and cuckold husbands that I encounter. I am sure Bob is happy that I give his wife pleasure, but he never comes in to watch although occasionally, I think he peeks inside the bedroom briefly. Jennifer always leaves it open just so he knows he can if he wants to.

Because Bob and Jennifer are so happy together and consider my occasionally visits as added spice to a good marriage, I consider them friends. I have a lot of respect for Bob and I simply adore Jennifer. They are good people and not like most of the white trash I encounter everyday.

One of these days, I should probably ask Jennifer if she would like to go to the beach for the weekend. The weather is starting to warm up nicely and I need to check the calendar. I am sure Bob would not mind chipping in to cover her share of the expenses. Another nice attribute of Jennifer is that she would not mind if I added another bitch or two to the mix.

One thing I was thinking while Jennifer and I were showering was that I knew that once we got on the bed, I was in for a treat. Jennifer loves eating ass so once I dried off, I just laid flat on my stomach and before long, she was kissing my butt and running her tongue along my crack.

Giving a rim job is something I will do in special situations but it really is not my thing. However, when a woman loves tonguing out an asshole as much as she does, I will return the favor. That night however, I just let her do it to me for a while to relax me. Just on the subject of rimming, it always pleases me to see a husband kissing his wife after she has had her tongue up my asshole. I know, that is somewhat perverse but then I am that kind of a person.

Jennifer and I fucked for perhaps a half hour that second time when we were in bed, the first time in the shower had been a fifteen-minute quickie. I knew I had to pace myself so I could bone that little blond store clerk later on. Something about nailing a bitch for the first time really excites me and I'll admit, my mind was focused on the store clerk while I was fucking Jennifer. She never caught on of course.

What the hell was that store bitch's name anyway? She had a nametag on but I simply could not remember what it read. Was it Barbara? I think so, but it doesn't really matter that much, pussy is pussy and there is good pussy and better pussy.

Afterwards, I had another quick shower to wash Jennifer's funky pussy smell off my dick. I like making a good first impression and having my dick smelling like fish is not the way I do business. Jennifer just lay there after I finished with her, my cum had filled her cunt to the point where it overflowed out of her and onto the bed sheets.

I wondered if she would change them before her hubby came to bed; she probably won't I thought. It looked to me as if she was asleep when I came out of the shower. I did not bother to wake her up.

Bob was still watching his movie when I came out of the bedroom. Since I had time to kill, I sat down and spend about an hour watching television with him. As I said, Bob is good people so I don't mind hanging out. However, it became a little tedious because all Bob wanted to talk about was how much his wife craved my dick. He kept asking me if perhaps I could do her a bit more regular.