ebonyblack's blog post - Black Beauty

There was a large pudgy penis dangling in front of me. just a few inches from my face. it was completely flaccid. which i found somehow reassuring. i had been so ruthlessly shagged that i was not ready for another stiff cock. which is unusal for me. normally i am addicted to pleasuring the male mamber. especially big ones. that probe me deep. but i had been obliged to satisfy this particular one for several hours. with all the attendant demanding and impatient needs of its randy owner.

even in this completely flaccid state it was surprisingly large. in fact i could not help noticing how absurdly chubby it still was. fat like a salami. or rather a black sausage. since its skin and that of its owner was decidely black. and it had remained unreasonably long. so long it had swung to and fro as it had crossed the bathroom. slapping against the large heavy thighs that supported it. as they padded over to me.

many a penis will almost disappear in its completely limp state. especially after repeated sessions of steamy and sweaty sex. like we had just enjoyed. most others had the decency to retreat above the balls that swung behind them. but not this one. it was still so large that i was tempted to call it a limp cock. you see i normally think of a cock as that magical thing that juts out all hard and angry from the crotch of a man's body. a penis on the other hand is the soft floppy thing men carry around in their underpants for most of the time.

that's the way i see it. when is a penis not a penis? when it's a cock. a cock requires instant service. furious and rampant. it can only be calmed by milking it dry. with hand or mouth. or by welcoming it into the moist and clenching warmth inside you down below. wrapping yourself tightly around it. until it spills its seed deep inside you. leaving you skewered, stuffed and helpless.

on the other hand a penis is all soft and squidgy to the touch. skin all wrinkled and folded up. dangling down limply. unthreatening, but still warm and inviting. tempting even. challenging you to work your skills of sexual arousal on its meek and mild demeanour. to turn it into the raging weapon of lustful frenzy. perhaps some dirty talk. maybe a gentle caress. tips of fingers stroking lightly. or hot breath from a nearby inviting mouth. or even the lick of an eager tongue. at some point the magic happens.

i like them best uncut. so that the foreskin flap dangles like a hood over the shrunken head cowering underneath. not yet ready to be a man. but fascinating for all that. because of what it might be. what it might do next. the penis i was looking at had a long dark hood. dangling a long way past the pink flesh inside. the black skin of the hood itself thick and powerful.

like the dark blackness had overwhelmed the paler flesh. enveloped it and made it a prisoner. a subject. a slave. just like its black owner had done to me. taken me over. conquered my pale flesh. made me his slave.

i suddenly realised i had never seen his penis like this before. all the times we had met it had been stiff and bulging. swollen and throbbing even before i had got it out of his trousers. he often admitted he rubbed himself up while waiting for me. getting himself ready. sometimes he taunted me about his other lovers. told me that he had let one of them suck him stiff. or even entered them. but wanted me to swallow it.

and then there had never been anytime together afterwards. he had always been in a rush. dashing off to a 'meeting'. or whatever. but always needing a 'quickie' first. always craving urgent relief for his insatiable lust. often outside. on Blackheath Common. or Peckham Rye. behind some bushes or in a toilet. at the train station. in an underground subway. a dark arch near where some buskers played. in a car park. sprawled over the bonnet of a sleek sports car.

once in a posh West End foyer. in a corner behing a potted plant. then in a conference room. over the table. my skirt up. and knickers round my ankles. and my backside high in the air. tottering on my highest heels just for him. as he pumped and pumped himself relentlessly into me. ploughing my furrow until it bled. beating my buttocks until they were red raw. but me always desperate for more. no matter how badly he treated me.

this had been the first time we had spent the night together. i had pestered him and pestered him to come to my hotel room. told him how much trouble and effort i had gone to. making myself as seductive as possible. to become what he likes me to be. his white bitch slave whore cock slut. body all silky smooth and oiled up for him. tarty lipstick and thick eye makeup. in his favourite white pleat skirt and white fishnet stockings. backless silk top and matching stilletoes. but i had forgotten my underwear. and was soaking the sheets. could he bring me something to stop the mess? in the end he had relented.

and now i was not sure if i would survive the night. i was shaking and quivering on the toilet pedestal. my legs would not keep still. my knees kept juddering in front of me. my insides were leaking out large globs of gunk. leftover outpourings of his earlier lust oozing from me. into the bowl beneath. unable to move. weak with exhaustion from his frantic assault. my muscles contracting and churning with endless white hot convulsions. my skin and flesh tingling with the nerve-jangling fire of too many climaxes. wondering what he wanted from me now.

that massive cock of his had not just stretched me tight until i thought i would burst. it had been where no man had ever been before. explored and probed my inner deeper self. my secret places and soft folds of flesh. stirred up feelings and juices long since hidden. bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. making me shout and scream my adoration for him. my gorgeous wondrous Black Master. ultimate male. my beloved ruler. until the whole hotel must surely hear.

the black wrinkled skin in front of me was flecked with white and pink lines. of the drying fluid from our lovemaking. his whole groin stank of our sex. his semen. my own floods of gushing juice. that had spread all over him. the drying crunchy streaks covered his balls. and all over the tops of his thighs. i realised the pink was my blood. where his robust manly passion had been too much for my tender flesh. and the pinkness still seeped out of me now. god how he had used me. such divine surrender.

but there was triumph too. a deep wry satisfaction that his monster was finally limp. i had done that. finally i had soaked up all his lust. and left him soft and pudgy. none of his other lovers could ever relieve him fully. that is why he always needed me. kept calling me back for more. from now on he would know. i was special. i was the only one who could take all his punishing passion. and leave him spent. he would learn to love me for it. i could tell.

he stood in front of me for several minutes. hand on hips. as if waiting for something. but not quite sure what. the longer he stood there the more the smell of our sex filled the room. hot and sweaty. like a sauna. with hot coals doused in the musky perfume of orgasm. i felt the first stirrings of desire inside me. i bent my head and inhaled deeply. to breathe in his dank aroma. weak as i was. i was ready for more. somehow i would find the energy.

"were you expecting me to clean you up?" i suggested after a while "then perhaps a long and gentle blowjob?". running my hand gently over his ballsack. letting the shards of dried lust fall into my palm. then i did something that might make you queasy. but there is a moment when things are right. i knew that was the moment. to revel in the togetherness of our lust.

i licked my palm clean with my tongue. making sure i gobbled up each and every shard. you see it is a fetish of mine. i love the taste of cum. i love the taste of my own sex juices. in fact i love the taste and smell of sex in general. i cannot get enough of it. but i especially like the taste of dried mingled lust liquids. it gets me horny. even when i am completely exhausted like i was then. it gets me all eager. all over again. ready to serve. desperate to please. in the mood for some serious deep throat.

i guess that is the root of my problem. i cannot get enough oral sex. the feel of a cock down my throat seems to give me more pleasure than the guy with the cock. i reckon must have a clit down there. a real live Linda Lovelace. i often come before they do. sometimes more than once. until my panties are overflowing with cum juice.

best of all is when i just open wide and let them fuck my face. that sends me over the top. turns me to jelly. the owner of this Big Black Cock had done that to me more than once. he was an expert at it. that was why i was happy to call him my Black Master. that was why he only had to call and i would come running. begging for him. he ruled over me with his black rod. and the way he fucked my face. and could turn me into a pathetic heap of trembling limpness anytime he wanted. just by letting me unzip his cock. and shove it all the way down inside.

he moved forward in between my legs. so his groin was even nearer to me. i dropped my head forward to the wrinkled flesh on his penis and began pushing the dried flakes and flecks onto my tongue with my fingers. i felt a shiver rush down my spine. making me clench my stomach. and squirt another great dollop out of me. from the many gallons he had left there.

i wondered why he had not simply commanded me to lick him. had i worn him out? was he as exhausted as me? unable to summon up the energy to speak the words? or was it a test? to see if i could guess what he wanted? it seemed i had guessed right anyhow. as my fingers wandered over the dangling flesh. offering it to my lips to sup up the tasty meal. the shaft was beginning to stiffen in my hands. to lengthen and swell.

there is always a surge of elation when you bring a penis to life. you do whatever it takes to unfold the magic transformation. then when the skin unfurls and the cock begins to grow. the sense of triumph flows right through you. somehow you feel you own that erection. you made it happen. you deserve to use it for your pleasure.

that night my delight overcame my exhaustion. i began feverishly licking at the ever-expanding pole. desperate to catch all the bits of crunchy lust that dropped off as the skin became tight and taut. no longer a penis. but a threatening black weapon. no longer pointing directly down but gradually rising to full stretch. i eased the skin back and forth. checking for remants of my dried protein delight. licking the shaft to a moist sheen.

just to be sure i held him aloft. pressing him against his own belly. and ran my tongue up the ridges of gristle on the underside. then i let him drop back down again. and traced the veins with my fingers and my lips. kissing him gently as i went. when i wrapped my lips around the end. i had a little shock. inside the hood there was a small mouthful of pee. he must have had a piss while i was sleeping. it was not unpleasant. quite the reverse. but it did catch me out. i washed it around my teeth and gums before gulping hard.

perhaps you should skip this bit if you are squeamish. but the part i like best is licking behind the ridge of the helmet. that's where some really intense flavours of lust hide trapped. until you pull the skin right back. and run the tip of your tongue lightly over the sticky white grease. taste of cum and pre-cum flood into your mouth. then pop the pink knob in your mouth as you work the skin backwards and forwards.

he moaned each time my hands moved up and down. so i slipped him out of my mouth and began to masturbate him properly. he mumbled and muttered approvingly. happy with my handiwork on his cock. i turned the eager attention of my liips and tongue to the matted thatch of hair at the base. i knew from past experience what needed to be done. i took each matted clump in turn into my mouth. and chewed away at it until the dried potion began to melt. from time to time i would let my tongue dart out to lick at one or other of his balls.

i felt his hands run through my hair and knew that as the sign. i stopped wanking him and stopped chewing at him. instead i slackened my jaw and offered my opened mouth to his cock. his hands gripped my head. and his hips bucked. the cock slid straight in. just a few inches on the first stroke. but enough to touch my tonsils. my own crotch twitched and i groaned.

after just a few strokes his cock was fully stiff. proud and ready. insistent and demanding. impatient for relief. the hands gripped even tighter on my head. vicelike, each finger crushing into my skull. i knew what was coming. and that i would cough and splutter and try to push away. as i did each time. he was just so big and fat. and stretched my throat so wide. it never went down easily.

this time he was more impatient than ever. each thrust bashed against my throat walls. bruising them and leaving them tender. i knew i would not speak properly for weeks. i had to get him to come quickly. before my throat began to bleed. and i might choke on my own blood. he would not notice. he was too intent on his own pleasure.

i raised my hand to my neck. and felt the swelling of his thrusts. quickly i massaged his shaft each time it went past. teasing the helmet. brushing against the ridge as it dragged back. scraping my throat walls in ecstatic agony. soon he began to swell even larger. moaning loudly. swearing and shouting at me. "that's right you little fucking whore. take it. take it all. make me cum. you fucking little cock slut. worship my Big Black Cock. swallow it all you pathetic white bitch. i am gong to drown you in my cum! Aaarrgh".

he moaned and moaned as he began to shoot his load. first down my throat. then pulling back so it filled my mouth. and boiled out from my nostrils and lips. as i shook and shuddered with my own orgasm. my mouth closed tightly over him. and i gulped as hard as i could. great chunks of spunk slid down my throat. stinging at the wounds he had left there. he pulled away and walked out the door.

it was over. we were both finished. i fell to the floor and went straight to sleep. until late morning.