How Much Do You Love Me?

After a long discussion, Bria was nervous. Her guest was on his way. She bounced around the house doing some lastminute tidying up. She stood 5 ‘3 white cream colored skin, and green eyes. With a fat ass and Ccup breast, and curvy waists. She chose black skintight booty shorts and a small white tank top that revealed her nipples and nipple piercings. Her nails were freshly manicured French tips, with white toenail polish to match. She had lashes on, and her hair was long, dark, and straight. The icing on the cake was her brandnew, white, seethrough panties encasing her freshly shaven pussy.

She took another shot of Rumplemintz in preparation, reflecting on what had led to this moment. It all started at work. About a week ago, she was working when she received a notification from Snapchat. She stared at it in disbelief. It was her exfuck buddy, Zay. Time stood still as she considered whether or not to approve it. She hesitated, wondering why. Maybe it was because she and Ky were fighting so much lately; they’d been growing distant. She wasn’t thinking—she just acted. She accepted the friend requests.

Over the next couple of days, she thought about him and being with him. He must miss it for him to add her on Snapchat. “What was his reasoning for adding me?” she thought. “That means he could only want one thing. Did he miss it?” She wondered to herself. He added her on Instagram too. He didn’t message her, though, and neither would she.

Then one day, she got a message from him.

“I miss it,” the Snapchat message read. She didn’t reply.

A line as simple as that sent a tingle running from her stomach to between her legs, flashbacks of their last hookup taking over her mind. He was her first BBC hookup, he was the one that turned her out. Control yourself, she thought. “You have a man you love at home; things are just rough between us right now.”

Still, she mulled it over in her head. She wanted to see him. And over the next couple of days, it became apparent. She started switching up her appearance a bit more and even changed her Instagram profile picture, trying to find the time to link up the time to link up with. She could call off work she thought. As the days went by, she and Ky argued more.

One night, it got really heated. They had both been drinking, and then the fight started.

“Fuck you, I’m over you anyway!” he said, slamming the door as he went to sleep in their spare bedroom. They had recently moved into a new house, big enough that two people could live totally separate lives if they wanted.

He’d been drinking his own liquor, and she was drinking her usual, taking shots. He stood at 6’3 light skinned with dreads. If he ever decided to lose his temper and get aggressive it would take trained men to take him down, multiple trained men and for their sake hopefully better trained than him. They were arguing because she mentioned maybe they needed a break, and the conversation got heated. She grabbed her bottle and went upstairs, locking herself in the bedroom. Upset about the conversation, she took another shot.

She wanted to cuss him out, but he had her blocked on everything.

She turned on a movie and grabbed her toys. She began to play with herself, thinking. She hadn’t gotten fucked in two weeks, and she was horny.

Just then, a text message came through on her phone from Ky.

“You a hoe.” It read, with screenshots of an Instagram friends list. She opened it. Then it hit her—it was her friends list. She’d been caught. She froze, the vibrator vibrating against her clit.

Ky was typing…

“I found your little boyfriend,” he said, with more screenshots of Zay’s profile along with screenshots of her liking his pictures. She didn’t know what to say.

“Now I know why you’ve been moving shady.”

“It’s not like that,” she said.

“You want to break up to go fuck him.”

“What? No,” she texted back.

…

He didn’t respond for a few minutes.

She texted back, “??”

He texted back. “It’s kind of hot.”

“What?” she said. “What is?”

“Imagining you this guy.”

She knew Ky had some fantasies, and they had talked about similar things, but nothing like this.

“I don’t want to fuck him…”

“Yes, you do. Admit it.” She thought about it, and her pussy became wetter. The thought of him…

“I don’t understand why you think you have to leave.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it’d be hot to watch you fuck him.”

“Really?”

“Yes…” he said back.

“Is this the dude you have a hi with, the one you told me about from before we got together?”

“Yes..” She said.

“Hypothetically speaking if we were to break up and you were to fuck where would you fuck him?” he replied.

“In the bed on the sheets, maybe while you were at work.”

That’s not how he meant that question he meant like where in terms of physical location. He didn’t expect it to be here. He didn’t expect her to be so blatant about it.

“How much do you love me?”

“I’d do anything for you,” she said.

She snapped back to the present… Maybe this would help them get closer, to make her see what she wanted. She couldn’t believe she let Ky talk her into this. But really, she would do anything for him, and this was just something she couldn’t resist.

Ky was perched in a spare room that had a closet connected to the main bedroom of their new house. Where he would be hiding watching in pleasure.

The knock on the door came on a Friday night. Her guest had arrived. She ran to the door to let him in. He came in. He was shorter than Ky, but just as y. At about 5’4. Still in the streets, and thuggish. He came in wearing blue jeans and some retro jordans, and a black hoodie. She got excited looking at him, looking so fine.

“Hi.” she said to him nervously. They locked eyes. And the chemistry between them boiled.

“What’s up?” he said. As he looked her up and down, stopping to stare at her ass cheeks hanging out of her shorts.

She chuckled, “let’s go up stairs” she said.

He was finally here. The two sat talking and giggling, sharing a blunt. Ky was listening intently as he was trying to get the hidden cameras in the bedroom to work, but they wouldn’t connect to the WiFi.

Meanwhile, Zay and Bria had begun making out. Bria was growing wetter by the minute; she had almost completely forgotten that Ky was watching.

Zay’s hands slipped into her pants, feeling how wet she was. The liquor and weed made her so wet. His 8.5inch dick was growing, yearning in his boxers. They continued to kiss deeply as he slipped his hand into her shorts rubbing the outside of her drenched panties. She looked down as his hands moved inside her panties in a circle motion. He rubbed her clit, and her juices oozed into his hand.  He moved to her neck, kissing her as he slipped his fingers inside her, and she moaned in ecstasy.

She tossed her head back, grinning. She had unplugged the cameras and locked the closet door earlier, so she and Zay were all alone. “Sorry, babe, you’re just going to have to hear it and suffer in pleasure.” It was a pussy party and Ky wasn’t invited. “Tonight this pussy belongs to Zay,” she thought. 

Ky got up from his laptop to go see, moving through the closet quietly. It was weird—he thought the closet door had been slightly open before. He quietly twisted the handle, but it didn’t twist all the way. A feeling of instant shock washed over him, a jealousy that made his dick hard. This bitch, he thought to himself. What was he going to do. He couldnt watch them fuck and he couldnt without making any noise. He went and grabbed the lube and got as close as he could to the door, his dick hard in anticipation. He stepped out of his pants and pulled his 7.5 inches out, listening intently.

Meanwhile, Bria was rubbing Zay’s long dick through his boxers as they continued to make out. Fuck it’s so hard and big. She had butterflies in her stomach.  A Spotify playlist was playing low R&B music in the background, with red LEDs casting a warm pink glow over the room.

“Are you ready to suck my dick yet?” he said. She smiled, leaning into his lap and about to pull his dick out, but he stopped her as he pulled his gun out to get more comfortable and set it next to him on the bed. Her pussy pounded at the thought of getting fucked by such a dangerous man. A y ass dread headed thug. He grabbed her hair lightly to position her as she pulled his dick out. She smelled his dick, and it hit her, her animalistic, primal urges surging through her. “Fuck, it’s so big,” she thought as she admired it. It was nice—his balls were big and nice too, hopefully full of cum.

She stuck her tongue out and positioned it at the base of his dick. Her pussy pulsed as her tongue touched his skin, and she realized that she was about to be unfaithful to her man. But wait—he wanted this, so she was technically being loyal, right? One thing was for certain, if Ky had her mind, Zay definitely had her pussy in vice grip.

Facing the TV with the back of her head to Zay, she ran her tongue from the bottom to the tip of his dick, putting her tongue on his slit and tasted the saltiness of his precum. Her green eyes rolled back. “Tonight, we are going to fuckfuck,” she thought.

She swirled her tongue around his tip and went down on him, taking his dick deep in her throat. She had never throated his dick before. Ky had taught her how to suck dick the right way, but tonight, she was about to do it as if Zay had been the one to teach her.

His eyes rolled back. “Damn,” he thought. “This bitch learned something new.” He chuckled to himself. “Yeah, it’s cool. I’m about to rearrange her intestines and send her back to her dude.”

She swallowed Zay’s dick repeatedly, slowly, in a passionate rhythm. He reached for her pussy, pulling her shorts and panties to the side, slowly inserting his fingers into her, finger her. She pushed her pussy back and swallowed him deeper, sticking her tongue out to lick his balls. She had never had a dick so long before. “Did it grow since our last hook up?” She thought as she bobbed up and down repeatedly, savoring the taste of him. No he’s just so excited it grew for her in this moment, her instincts told her.

She got up on her knees, pretty sure he was fully hard. Moving between his legs, she looked down at him and took her shirt off, revealing her Ccup breasts and nipple piercings in the pink glow from the red LEDs. She removed her shorts, leaving only her panties. She went back down, this time taking his balls into her mouth, sucking on them both. She held his monstrous dick in her hands caged in her French tipped claws. She heard him groan, and she brought his dick back to her lips, looking up at him. He was y, looking down at her. She had never enjoyed sucking dick as much as she did now. Even though her eyes were watering a bit, she dove back down and put his dick in her throat aiming for her stomach, she was moving faster, gagging loud enough for the neighbors to probably hear it.

Ky could hear her; he could hear Bria choking and on Zay’s dick just like he had taught her. He didn’t have any visuals, so he had only the sound to stroke himself to.

“Gawk, gawk, gawk.” The sound vibrated through the closet door hitting him right in the dick.

He hadnt fucked her for a couple weeks so her pussy must be ripe, he knew she was probably ovulating. Which means she was extra wet tonight.

Zay stopped her and rose to take his shirt off. He pulled her to him and kissed her. “Lay down,” he said.

She got on her back, adjusting to get comfortable as she looked up at him on his knees, admiring his sixpack and his long dick. “Fuck, I love dick,” she thought. “No, I love black dick.”

It had been a while since she’d seen Zay. She couldn’t wait to be fully taken by him, to throw that ass back on his big, long dick. Again, he owned part of her pussy, and tonight he came to stay the night. To cash in his pussy privileges that they both knew he secretly always had. The only downside was he always wore a condom.

He proceeded to get naked, tossing his pants to the floor. He rubbed her pussy—her panties were essentially soaked. He put his dick against her panties and on her fat pussy lips, rubbing it there. She lay back, loving the sensation, ready to be fucked. He slowly pushed her panties to the side, positioning his dick at her entrance.

She lay there in shock; he’d never not used a condom before. What if I get pregnant? she pondered the idea. “Fuck it,” she thought. “I hope he cums deep in this pussy to where it oozes out for days after.”

Just then, he slid the tip in. She tensed up as he slid his dick in deeper, positioning himself in full missionary. He leaned in to kiss her as he pushed himself in deep. She spread her legs wider for him, grabbing his hips. She moaned as he went deeper and deeper. They kissed in a frenzy, his dick nearly all the way in. “I swear, I swear his dick’s gotten bigger. My pussy feels so tight around him,” she thought.

Just then, he reached the bottom. He still wasn’t all the way in. “Oh fuck, it’s so…” she pulled away from the kiss to moan. Zay repositioned himself, determined to go all the way in. He could feel her cervix around the head of his dick, her pussy wet and warm. He could feel her tremble a bit. He pulled back and slid in and out. “Oh. My. . God,” she let out between each thrust. He reached her cervix and decided to go deeper, and he did, a whole new sensation engulfing his raw dick as he stretched out her pussy pushing her cervix higher. She was shaking. “Oh…” she moaned.

“I’ve never had a man so deep in me before,” she thought. He pulled back, watching as his big dick moved inside her, both of them staring at it in awe as they saw his dick pushed her stomach up and down.

“This bad white bitch got me so hard,” he thought.

“This y thug is rearranging my insides,” she thought, letting out, “Fuuuck!”

He dove in and out, in and out repeatedly, and they kissed.

Ky was trying not to cum as he stroked his own dick. He could hear Bria moaning in pleasure, the headboard beating against the wall, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The aroma began to float into the rest of the house. “,” he thought.

Next, Zay made her get on her knees and took her panties off. They were both hot and naked. He pulled her ass to him, and she buried her face into the pillows. She loved back shots from him—he gave the best back shots. As he entered her, she thought, “Holy fuck, I don’t know if I can handle this position.” No, she could. She would. He slid in slowly at first, and her juices mixed with his precum overflowed, like water from a cup, the mixture running down her legs and stomach the deeper he went. Finally, he was all the way in. He pulled back and thrust again, watching as his length slay this bad white bitch. His dick was covered in her juices. She had already cum three times on his dick. He picked up the pace and began pounding her with power.

“Fuck, he’s the shit out of me!” she thought.

She couldn’t resist. She knew she had a voyeur. “It’s yooooourrrrsss,” she moaned extra loud as she came a fourth time, her ass jiggling with each of Zay’s powerful deep thrusts.

He smacked her ass in pleasure at her submission. And grabbed her waists and pulled her back slowly down his long shaft until her pussy lips touched his groin. He repeated this for several minutes, alternating between fast and slow with power only the way a black man could. The Weeknd was playing in the background.

He pulled out and flipped her over, putting her ankles on his shoulders. He rubbed his dick against her pussy, like a hotdog in a bun, before sliding it down and pushing it back inside her. He went deep, and she pushed his stomach, making him ease it in slowly.

In and out, her pussy was so tight around his dick. She looked up with innocent eyes that seemed to say, “How could you do this to me?” yet also exuded a confident lust that said she was built for this.

He was digging her out for about 12 minutes. Finally she tensed up, feeling another orgasm coming. He had her pinned down, and he could feel she was about to burst. He leaned in to kiss her, her pussy spread. Her ankles were by her head, and the sound of wetness filled the air as he thrust inside her. His big balls slapping her ass. She came, shaking as he filled her up, feeling his hot, warm cum. It felt so good. He came for about thirty seconds straight, draining himself inside her. Cum, and lots of it shooting into her uterus as he pounded the remaining loads into her grunting and she gasping at each pound. She could feel it all hot in her stomach.

“Fuck, Zay,” she moaned in pleasure.

He pulled out and stood next to her, and he walked to her head. She looked up at him and smiled, as she began sucking her own juices off of his dick. She rolled onto her stomach, finishing cleaning him up. “King treatment,” she thought. He smacked her ass, took his dick out of her mouth, and climbed onto the bed, lighting a blunt.

She reached for her bottle on the nightstand and took a couple of shots. She got up to go to the bathroom, barely able to walk. She clenched her pussy and legs to keep his cum from running out of her. She unlocked the bedroom door and ran down the dark hall toward the bathroom. Just then, a dark figure rammed into her, pushing her against the wall.

She was tipsy, and high off weed and dick, and she’d almost forgotten she was in a relationship. It was Ky. “It’s yours?” he said to her. He had been drinking too.

She was speechless. “I’m sorry, baby; I don’t know what came over me. But this is what you wanted, right?”

Ky thought to himself, “Yeah.” But he said, “You were supposed to leave the cameras on and the door unlocked.”

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked.

“Yes, but…”

“I thought so. His dick is so good.”

Ky could smell her—she smelled like him. She smelled like dick. His dick. Another man’s dick. He was jealous horny. His heartbeat was pounding.

He moved his hand to her pussy. It was still wet and pulsing. “Was it that good?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Are you sore from the condom?”

“He didn’t use one,” she said, a bit hesitant.

“You mean…” he could see her faintly in the dark, his dick throbbing. He dropped to his knees and kissed her pussy. She spread her legs a bit. He began licking her, and she couldn’t hold back anymore, grabbing his dreads and thrusting her hips forward. Zay’s hot cum began oozing out of her and onto her boyfriend’s tongue, thick and creamy, as he lapped it up. It was salty and thick, shocked at how it made his dick stand, and made his own balls fill with cum. He could barely keep up with drinking it down, savoring every drop as it filled his mouth and throat, some overflowing running dripping down his chin. It dripped onto his dick, which was positioned just below where the cum tasting was occuring, he grabbed his dick and began stroking it, making this other man’s cum his lube as he continued to swallow the cream from Bria’s insides. Bria moaned slightly. It was going to be a very long night.

Bria looked down at Ky. “How much do you love me?” she asked.