Blondes Mädel bekommt ihren ersten BBC
“The Deal”
Brunilde, a buxom blonde bombshell, sauntered into the seedy motel room, her eyes darting around nervously. She had been lured here by an offer too good to refuse – a chance to make some quick cash and pay off her debts. But now, faced with the reality of the situation, doubt gnawed at her.
The man who had contacted her, a slick-talking stranger namedTitles, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a large, muscular black man lounging on the bed, his dark eyes raking over her curvy figure appreciatively. Brunilde swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Well, well, well,” the man drawled, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “Ain’t you a sexy little piece of ass. You must be the girl who’s gonna help me break in my new toy.”
He gestured to a mysterious black briefcase sitting on the nightstand. Brunilde’s curiosity got the better of her, and she moved closer, peering inside. Her eyes widened at the sight of an enormous, veiny dildo, at least twice the size of any man she had ever seen.
“I-I’m not sure about this,” she stammered, her mouth suddenly dry. “This thing is huge!”
The man chuckled, a wicked glint in his eye. “That’s the point, baby. I paid good money for you to put that big bad black cock to good use. So why don’t you drop that tight little ass and demonstration how you’re gonna handle it?”
Brunilde hesitated for a moment longer, then slowly sank to her knees, her hands trembling as she grasped the monstrous toy. She positioned it at her lips, hesitating before slowly taking the tip into her mouth. The girth stretched her jaw painfully, but she persisted, inch by inch, until half of the massive shaft was buried down her throat.
“That’s it,doll,” the man encouraged, his own cock hardening in his pants. “Show me how you’re gonna worship this BBC.”
Brunilde bobbed her head, her blonde hair swaying as she sucked the dildo with increasing enthusiasm. She relished the muffled sounds of her own slurping, the way her spit slicked the grotesquely large toy. Preicture leaked from her pussy, dripping onto her thighs as she imagined the real thing stretching her open.
“Enough foreplay,” the man growled impatiently. “Bend over the bed and show me that tight white cunt.”
Brunilde scrambled to obey, hiking up her skirt and revealing her dripping folds to the hungry eyes of the black man. She heard him unzip his pants and the rustle of clothing as he stripped naked, and then the mattress sagged under his weight as he positioned himself behind her.
“Fuck, you’ve got a prime ass,” he groaned, reaching around to grope her breasts. “Gonna loosen you up real good.”
Brunilde cried out as she felt the head of his gigantic cock prod at her entrance, stretching her wider than she had ever been. He pushed forward relentlessly, splitting her open on his iron-hard shaft until he was buried to the hilt in her willing cunt.
“Oh god, oh god,” she chanted mindlessly, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. “You’re so big, so fucking big!”
The man set a brutal pace, slamming into her with merciless thrusts that rattled the headboard against the wall. Brunilde’s eyes rolled back in her head, far Beyondkenpped by the intense sensations flooding her body. She came again and again on his pistoning cock, her juices gushing out to splash onto the rumpled sheets.
“Christ, your cunt’s hungry for this BBC,” he grunted, pounding her harder. “Milking my cock like a greedy little slut.”
His dirty talk only spurred her on, and Brunilde began pushing back to meet his thrusts, impaling herself on his massive tool with reckless abandon. She lost all sense of time and place, consumed by the pleasure that crashed over her in waves.
Finally, with a roar, the man buried himself inside her and erupted, pumping jet after jet of hot cum into her spasming hole. Brunilde wailed as she felt his seed flood her, triggering one last violent climax that left her limp and shaking.
They collapsed together onto the bed, chests heaving, bathed in sweat and cum. The man pulled out of her with a wet squelch, a trickle of his cream leaking out to stain the sheets. He dressed swiftly, leaving a thick wad of bills on the nightstand as he departed.
Brunilde lay there for a long moment, thoroughly used and utterly sated. She felt spent, inside and out, but also strangely empowered. She had taken on the ultimate sexual challenge and come out the other side whole and triumphant.
With a deep sigh, she dragged herself to the shower, letting the hot water wash away the evidence of her forbidden tryst. As she soaped herself up, she couldn’t suppress a secret smile. Maybe she would keep this number, see what other “opportunities” it might bring. After all, a girl’s gotta earn a living…
