His long rough tongue snaked across and into my hole, making me squeal with delight. I was rolled onto my back, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders and began to eat me, far from gently. According to Jack, Marcus could stay up for several hours, even after multiple climaxes. As we discussed, I was to submit completely to this man, who would be fucking me for most of the afternoon. I knew why I was there, so I went directly to him. Marcus was laying on the edge of the bed, waiting for me, still in his swimsuit. When I strutted out in my heels, Jack immediately started shooting. Introductions were made, drinks were poured, the arrangement was discussed, and within one half hour I was in the bathroom changing into my outfit and applying makeup while Jack set up his equipment in the master bedroom. Marcus had just gotten out of the pool, and I could clearly see the outline of something wonderful in his Speedos. We drove to Marcus' house in the suburbs, a beautiful, wooded estate with an outdoor pool and Jacuzzi. And you know how I feel about black men." "If you say this guy is hung, well, I believe you. "You've never met a stud like Marcus before, trust me," he said. Jack and I had been to bed together several times, and although we were just friends now, he still introduced me to friends of his in the video business on occasion. When Jack the photographer suggested we go meet this friend of his, I was willing. I felt like I was being pulled inside out. He grabbed hold of my hips again, and began to very slowly pull the dong back out of my ass, which grudgingly gave it up. "Stay right there," he said, raising back up. "How does that feel?" I heard him ask in his deep, husky voice, his breath in my ear. Just then, I felt his ball sack bang against mine. For a moment I lost my breath, no sound coming out of my mouth, and I thought I would faint if he went any deeper. I let out a cry of pain as he bumped against my tailbone, but he effortlessly shifted his angle just slightly, still driving mercilessly forward, into my bowels and beyond. His cock slid in deeper, deeper, deeper, and I could feel him plowing all the way up to my stomach. I felt him shift behind me, leaning forward over my back, one hand pushing me down, the other cupped over my shoulder, holding me tightly in place to take him into my body. The K-Y lotion made it hard to get a grip, and I had to constantly reposition my fingers close to his cock. My hands now freed from holding me up, I reached around behind me and used my fingers to spread my ass open as wide as I possibly could to ease his thrust into my very depths. One of Marcus' big hands slid up onto my back, pushing me down onto my chest.
The camera shutter clicked away as my eyes closed tightly and my mouth opened wide, the full force of Marcus' entry being caught on audio tape. I knew before we were through, he'd be hammering me like the slut that I truly am. Instead, he patiently entered me, inch by lovely inch, letting me relax and adjust to him. A full, true, 12 inches long, and almost 7 inches around, Marcus could easily hurt me without even trying. My asshole stretched grudgingly, stretching out and over his hot, iron-hard cock. I let my feet drop over his calves as he pushed into me. I was about to be fucked like no other of the many men I had had sex with had ever done. Now here I was, in Marcus' bed, dressed to kill in my black lingerie and full makeup. Standing 6 foot-five, 235 well-muscled pounds, with an exaggerated divers' build and an enormous cock, I melted with lust when we were introduced by a mutual photographer friend, who was at that moment shooting video and still photos of our session in Marcus' bedroom. He knew what he wanted from me, and he took it. A 54 year-old black man with the physique and stamina of a man half his age, Marcus was virile, aggressive, and completely dominant with me. This man was the epitome of my dream lover. "Oooooohhh," I moaned, the cock head puncturing me. I arched my back as his strong, calloused hands found a better grip on my hips, and my calves raised off of the bed, my black 5" spiked high heels pointing upwards. He moved it upwards until it caught the my crack, and a slight gasp left my parted lips as I felt it pushing. His cock head slid against my ass cheeks, seeking that warm, special spot. He had greased me with K-Y lotion all over my asshole and his cock, and now I was on my hands and knees about to receive him. Oh God, I could feel his thick cock beginning to press against me.