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My BBC Surprise

This happened on March 15, 2021.

It all started with a phone call from Keyon, a very sexy, very married black man, that I’ve hooked up with before. He called from his car on his way home.

“Can I come over?” Keyon asked.

“Yeah,” I quickly answered without question.

“Right now?”

I’d only gotten home from work about fifteen minutes earlier. I hadn’t showered or finished the leftovers my mom had set aside for me from dinner. My family sat in the living room watching television. Well, my parents watched the screen while my sisters stared into their phones, but that still constitutes family time to them.

I looked on from the kitchen island and called out, “Can I have a friend over tonight, pretty pleeeease?”

I did that for two reasons. First, I had just told them that I’d watch a movie - so that wasn’t happening. Second, I did it to play with Keyon. The tone that I used was that of a schoolgirl asking if she can have a friend stay over for the night. The only difference here is Keyon couldn’t stay the night, nor was he coming over to talk about boys or to braid my hair. No, he was coming over to fuck.

“Sure, sweetie.” My dad said. “Who’s the lucky visitor tonight?”

Yes, that is sarcasm and a poke into my side all rolled into one response. Whenever he uses a pet name for me, I know there’s a barb just behind it.

“Keyon.” I answered. “The one that mom thinks is very… nice.”

My dad uttered a low “Hmmm” sound as he shot a look over at his wife, leaving it up to her to answer for him.

“Tell Keyon he can come over.” Said the best mom ever, though, somewhat reluctantly.

I told Keyon the good news and he responded, “I’ll be there in three minutes.”

Shit. He meant it when he said “right now”! I threw my half-eaten plate back into the fridge to finish off later. I barely had enough time to put the plastic wrap on before he was at the door.

My mom, the gracious host that she is, didn’t want to keep him waiting so she took the liberty to let him in. She whispered something into his ear as she spun around his body with the stealth of a trained spy, but I caught it. I weaved my way through the couches to snatch him away. Keyon nodded his head to the rest of my family in this quasi-bow that was meant to show respect.

That turned out to be Keyon’s final show of respect that evening.

I got him almost half-way up the stairs before we heard a coordinated “Have fun!” That bit has become something of tradition, one that seems to never get old - to them. ;)

As soon as I got him into my room he pushed me down by my shoulders, pulled his cock out, and slapped my face with it.

“What did my mom whisper into your ear?” I asked as he took a step back to remove his clothes, a typical married man’s first move. As if I’m not going to leave my scent ALL over him anyway.

Keyon smiled, realizing I’d caught their little interaction. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased as he emerged naked before me, cock in hand, the back of my head in the other.

I couldn’t help but be intrigued, wondering what she said, even as Keyon forced enough black cock down my throat to make me choke. I love being treated like that, as if he owns me. I don’t care to be anything more than a spirited pit stop with warm, welcoming holes on his way home to see his wife.

I felt more submissive every time he tested my gag reflex. With my mouth completely full, he took the tact of teasing me some more. “Your mom said she wants to go next.”

Even though I was about eighty-two percent sure that wasn’t what she said, I moaned onto his cock as if it turned me on. Keyon pulled me back up, flipped my t-shirt off, turned me away from him, pushed my shorts and panties off, then dove tongue first into my ass.

Fuck yes, more of that please! I’d just worked an eight hour shift, but that didn’t deter Keyon one single bit. He went for it and didn’t let up as I clawed and scratched at my bedroom door.

The fact he was taking some of his limited time to pleasure me with his tongue made me think (hope) he’d have more time. Nope. That was just his wonderful way of preparing my ass for what he came over to do.

Once he felt I was ready, he bent me over the corner of my bed, centered himself behind me, spanked my ass twice, popped his big black cock into my pussy for some lube, then rolled the tip around the rim of my ass. Each and every one of those actions made me crave him even more. Each time he got closer to my center, I eased back, begging him to take me.

I turned my head to face him. “What did my mom really say?”

“She told me you’re a bad girl and I should fuck your ass.”

* SPANK *

“Fuck!” I nearly screamed as he hit me with some serious force, causing the smacking sound to rattle through the house.

The pain from that smack was still lingering, offsetting the new pain of having something as big as he driving deep into my tight ass. Keyon didn’t waste any time getting into a rhythm.

He was taking what he came for while my boyfriend was at his house, waiting for my call. I had texted Mark just after sitting down with my leftovers. I told him I was about to eat, and that I’d call him when I was done.

I hadn’t counted on dessert via delivery service.

The way Keyon was fucking me just wasn’t fair. I’d been told to “keep it down” when I entertained my “guests” after causing a “ruckus” the last few times. I was trying my best to keep the loudest moans quelled by screaming into the bunched up comforter that I’d since shoved into my mouth.

The struggle of trying to be quiet while Keyon did everything in his power to force the opposite was pulling an overwhelming orgasm to the surface. He can hit that perfect spot about eight or nine inches deep, the spot that shuts my brain down and sends shockwaves through my soul.

Just as I was about to cum, Keyon pulled out as I squirt all over the edge of my bed. As I stood up he turned me around to kiss my lips. Then back down I went as he pushed on my shoulders. I sucked the cock that was, moments earlier, deep in my ass. Yeah, I’m that kinda dirty girl… and I love it.

Keyon pulled me up with his hands on my hips and set me down on my ass. I laid back on my bed and looked up at him as he pushed my legs back over my head. I held them, as I like to do, angling my ass up as he returned that thick, throbbing cock right back where it belonged.

That is such a vulnerable position where the visuals just can’t be beat. I looked up at Keyon, a strong, gorgeous black man as he thrust harder and deeper than before. We made and kept eye contact as I asked again, “What did my mom really say?”

Keyon didn’t answer, he just put his hands behind my knees, pushing them down as he stayed in my ass, curling me, as he crashed hard and deep. After a couple minutes, he switched to my pussy then back to my ass.

It didn’t matter which hole he was using, I was about to cum hard. I released my right leg to reach my hand down to rub my swollen clit as a long orgasm burst through me. I rubbed fast, as hard as I could. I began to squirt, spraying it all over myself, covering my stomach and parts of my chest as Keyon fucked my ass until I pulled my hand away…

I was left shaking and sweaty as my head dropped back. My legs were listless, my breath heavy. I felt all but an empty vessel, no more than a set of holes for Keyon’s continued savage use. He went back and forth between my pussy and ass until he pulled out and came all over my body, covering me with a thick white cream burst in two long ropes, so hot that I wish Mark had been there to witness it… and clean it up.

Keyon grabbed one of the towels I keep on my writing chair, the one I’m sitting at right now, to wipe himself off. He tossed that same towel over to me, even though there was a clean one beside it.

While he got dressed, he finally told me what my mom had said. According to him, and he swears to this exact wording, “Do try to keep it down while fucking my daughter tonight.”

I couldn’t help but laugh because the “Do try” did sound a lot like something she would say. Whether she used the word “fucking” is still up for debate. She claims no such thing was said, nothing at all in fact, even though I saw her.

I walked Keyon out wearing just my t-shirt after having walked him up to my room with shorts on. I mean, who would notice such a small detail?

Another head bow and a “thank you” later, I waved to Keyon as he hurried back to his car. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen island and finally made that call to Mark.

I told him to jerk off while I sat on that last clean towel in my room. I pressed my massage wand between my legs and detailed everything Keyon had just done to me in excruciating detail. I heard Mark’s orgasmic sounds grumble as I told him about the part where Keyon was going back and forth between my ass and my pussy. That’s when I heard him “guhhhh” as he splashed cum all over himself.

I’m pretty certain I’m the best girlfriend ever. ;)

XoXo Jenny

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