BLACKED Dakota James first experience with big Black cock

Dakota smoothed the silky sheets, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She had always dreamed of this moment – her first experience with a big, black cock. The 19-year-old blonde belle from the suburbs had finally found the perfect prey for her interracial fantasy – a classmate’s rugged older brother, Isaiah.

He was imposing, with a chiseled jaw and rippling muscles that strained against his fitted black t-shirt. But it was the impressive bulge in his jeans that truly caught Dakota’s eye. She could only imagine what delights awaited as she invited him into her bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind them, trapping them in an electric charged silence. Isaiah leaned against the wall, an amused smirk playing at the corners of his full lips. “You sure you’re ready for this, little girl? I don’t want to corrupt your sweet young mind.”

Dakota bit her lip, feeling a thrill of excitement at his dominant tone. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she declared. “I want all of you, every thick inch.”

Isaiah unzipped his jeans with a slow, deliberate teasing, letting his massive member spring free. Dakota’s eyes widened at the sheer size of it. It dwarfed any dick she’d seen before, pulsing with primal virility. Tentatively, she reached out with a small hand, grasping the throbbing shaft.

“Ooh!” she gasped, marveling at the velvety skin stretched like a sheath over the unyielding hardness. Her fingers failed to encircle the girthy base as she began to stroke him experimentally.

Isaiah let out a pleased growl, his free hand rising to tangle in Dakota’s golden hair. “That’s it baby, get it nice and hard so it’ll fit in your tight little holes,” he purred.

Enthralled, Dakota kneeled before her black king, worshipping his dick with reverent licks. The musky taste enflamed her dormant lusts. She couldn’t wait to have him in her mouth, to feel that formidable rod stretching her throat.

Taking him into her hand, she guided his cockhead to her waiting lips, parting them to engulf his broad tip. Isaiah groaned above her, guiding her mouth to encase him further. Dakota obliged, increasing her pace to devour more of that hot, heavy cock.

She gagged and sputtered around his girth, tears springing to her eyes as she forced herself to take more. Her hand came up to slickly pump the remaining length as she focused on accepting him into her throat.

Sucking him was a struggle, but an exhilarating challenge that Dakota reveled in. She knew no matter what she’d be bruised and battered in the morning – and she couldn’t wait. Bobbing mechanically on his shaft, Dakota looked up into Isaiah’s dark, lustful eyes, saliva drooling down her chin as if to say ‘fuck me, ruin me’.

Isaiah chuckled, pulling her off with a lewd pop. Before Dakota could protest, he hauled her up and bent her over the bed, flipping up her short skirt. Dakota shivered at the feel of his hands gripping her naked ass.

“I’m going to split you in two, you little cockslut,” Isaiah promised. “You want to be my white whore, don’t you?”

Dakota whimpered, biting her lip to stifle a moan of gratitude as he rubbed his steely heat against her drooling folds. “Yes! Please, fuck me with your big black cock!”

Without further preamble,Isaiah seized her hips in a bruising grip and slammed home. They both cried out at the sudden penetration, Dakota’s eyes flying wide at the blinding stretch.

She’d never felt so utterly, thrillingly full. Her walls ached as they struggled to accommodate his thickness, even as her juices gushed around his intrusion. He pulled back almost entirely before ramming back in, setting a relentless pace.

Dakota could only hang onto the sheets and take it, her pert tits bouncing with each thrust. Isaiah reached forward to yank at her shirt, tossing it aside before expertly flicking open her bra. He wasted no time in palming the handful of breasts that bounced free.

Leaning over, he bit her neck harshly, leaving a vivid mark. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted. “Too bad I can’t make you last.”

Dakota could only moan in return, too lost in sensation to form words. She’d never known pleasure like this – it consumed her. After an onslaught of pounding thrusts, that fabled tight bud at her core began to throb.

Isaiah growled, “That’s it cum for me, little slut,” sending Dakota spinning off into an oblivion of ecstasy.

She spasmed around him, quivering as she was flooded by wave after wave of sensational rapture. As she came down from her high, she felt herself used even harder, spurring Isaiah to finally find his own release.

With one harsh thrust and a low groan, he painted her insides white. Dakota shuddered anew, loving the feel of his hot seed filling her up. Slowly, he withdrew, dick slipping free with a gush of their combined fluids.

Dakota collapsed face first onto the bed, panting heavily. Her entire being throbbed with delicious sensitivity. Every nerve ending felt alert and alive in a way it never had before. Already she craved his touch again.

“You satisfied, baby?” Isaiah teased, smacking her reddened rear. “Or do you need a few more rounds?”