2. Guys & Dolls #4
She beckoned me closer. I couldn’t help but oblige. I positioned myself between her legs and began to slide my hardness in. She let out a loud cry as she felt my thick cock sliding between her legs.
I hate to brag, but my dick had that effect on women. I was more than above average. Even the girls who got used to me had to get used to my ten inches each time we got into bed together. Lola was no different. But she loved it. She loved taking my big hard cock every chance she got.
I steadied myself on the bed and began to pound her. Lola moaned and gripped my ass cheeks as my full length embedded inside her pussy.
“Harder…” She whimpered.
She could never get enough. I began to pound Lola harder…
and faster… I could feel my dick growing with each stroke.
I watched as Lola writhed and moaned beneath me.
Everything about her was so sexy when we got into it.
Her deep brown skin shuddered beneath my touch.
Her mouth was twitsted into a glorious O-shape as she came closer and closer to climax.
“Yes! Yes!” She whimpered.
She gripped my ass cheeks and I began to pummel her even harder.
“Don’t stop!” She cried out.
I grunted like an animal and started to pound into her even harder. Her pussy was hot and tight. With each moan, I felt myself getting closer and closer to releasing a thick load inside her wetness. Lola arched her hips upward and gasped for breath as she came close to a big climax.
“Yes…Yes…” She whimpered.
I could feel her pussy clamping down tightly around my dick and I knew I’d have trouble holding back from releasing a big load.
I grit my teeth and then began to plunge into her nice and slow.
I maintained a steady rhythm as I slid all 10 inches out of her and then thrust each inch back in at a slow, steady pace.
“Yes…” I grunted, “Take it. Take every inch of me Lola.”
“Ohh.”
“I know you like feeling all ten inches of me in your guts… I know you like spreading your legs for me and taking this big dick… Whose pussy is this Lola?”
She whimpered, “It’s yours baby. It’s yours. Take me. Use me however you want to.”
I smirked and began to pick up the pace. I knew I’d cum soon but I didn’t care. Lola was beyond satisfied and I needed to thrust into her until she’d milked me for every drop of cum.
I pulled out of Lola and then positioned her on all fours.
I rubbed her thick, squishy ass cheeks appreciating every curve of her flesh.
I can’t lie — I love a thick black woman.
I love her hips, I love her ass, I love her pudgy stomach and her gorgeous voluptuous breasts.
Her deep, life-delivering brown skin is just the icing on the cake.
And Lola carries herself with the kind of beauty that a guy like me can only hope he’s blessed enough to get near.
I began to insert my cock into her wetness. Lola started off with a load moan and I steadied myself on her hips as I began to slip my thick dick inside her.
“Ohhhh,” She moaned.
“Yes baby… Take it… I know you can take it…”
She began to relax as my dick was nearly nestled inside her. Once my hardness was all the way in, I began to plunge into her pussy repeatedly. Lola moaned as I started to plunge into her. I felt my dick getting stiffer again as I approached a furious climax.
She started to buck her hips back and thrust her hips against me. As I watched my ten inches get buried inside her tight little hole, I couldn’t help but begin to ram into her harder. She started to work up a sweat and I watched her twist her hips in absolute euphoria.
“Yes baby… Cum for me…” I grunted.
She obliged. Lola whimpered and climaxed long and hard as I rammed into her.
I couldn’t take it anymore myself. I grunted as I released into her.
We both cried out in unison as we came. When I pulled my cock out of her and removed the used condom, I came back to the bed to find Lola lying on her back with a look of distress on her face.
I was grinning from ear to ear. Why shouldn’t I be? I’d just had some of the best sex we’d had together.
“You okay?” I asked.
Lola nodded, but she didn’t seem alright.
She sat up almost right away.
“I think I need to get going Mark.”
“Huh?”
Had we just had entirely different experiences?
“I’ve got stuff to do.”
She sat up and started getting dressed.
“Hey, hey,” I stopped her from heading out, even if she already had her clothes on.
“Sorry Mark,” She said, looking up at me with a strange, saddened look, “I just can’t do this.”
“Can’t do what? Lola, what the hell is going on?”
She sighed, “Listen, just step away from the door. You and me, we aren’t working. I’ve got big big problems right now and… this isn’t helping.”
She pushed past me and started leaving. In that moment, I wondered if I’d ever understand women.
“Lola!” I called after her.
I followed her down the stairs but she was moving fast. She was out the door and she didn’t look back as she left. And that was it. She was gone.
“What the bloody hell,” I mumbled to myself.
I didn’t think I’d get any answers.