We Both Want What We Want, Pt. 1

My name is Ellie and I am a snowbunny in my early twenties. My boyfriend, Gary, is a year older than me. We’ve been together for several months, and Our relationship is going strong. We hope to get married and start a family soon. But until then, we live together enjoy having kinky fun.

As much as I love Gary, he’s a light fluff when it comes to sex. I prefer having sex with black men. He enjoys watching me fuck black men, and he also loves getting fucked, humiliated and used by them. We both love what we want, which is loyal submission and servitude towards black gods. 

It was I who convinced my boyfriend about getting down with this lifestyle. Gary had no idea that I was deep into black men before we started dating. My former boyfriend Donnell is black, and I was still seeing him on the side after becoming tight with Gary. Donnell is a provocative charmer, but he cheats a lot; getting him to settle down was unthinkable, hence why I broke from him and went with Gary. But he’s got such an impressive cock and plenty of stamina. Another reason was that I inevitably grew jealous that he was out fucking some other bitch besides me. Gary is good, but he’s such a tactical lover; he’s seldom aggressive in bed, which is what I wanted. 

Gary told me of how he enjoyed sneaking to watch interracial porn on his phone or laptop, and had always been fascinated by interracial sex.

I wanted someone who would make love to me like a woman but unafraid to fuck me like a slut. I love rough sex; the dirtier, the merrier for me. I crave animalistic type of fucking; the kind of fucking that would leave me gasping for more. This was something Gary was incapable of doing, hence why I slipped back into Donnell’s arms. But ours comprised only for sex. Donnell didn’t mind. He loves fucking my pussy, unbothered that whenever we finish, I would wash up and return to Gary.

Then one evening I slipped up and Gary found out. 

I'd told Gary that I would be hanging out with a friend who’d suffered a heartbreak and needed someone to lean on. That was true, except I’d only an hour of sympathy to give her before heading over to Donnell’s crib. He was expecting me, and we wasted no time getting out of our clothes. Donnell usually pulls out right before climaxing. This time, however, he had been careless with over-excitement and climaxed inside me. I was fucking upset and didn’t bother to wash off at his place before wearing back my clothes and taking my leave. I promised that would be my final visit, except I knew I was lying. Give it a day or two, and I would be knocking at his door once more like a drug fiend out for a fix. Donnell knew this, hence he seldom bothers calling me to schedule meeting.

It was late, and I assumed Gary would be asleep when I returned; he usually goes to bed early. Not this time, though. He was waiting for me and startled me when I switched on the lights and found him sitting in the dark. He approached me, and it was like he could smell the sex on me and knew I’d been out fooling behind his back.

“Who is he, Ellie?” he asked while leading me to the bedroom. “I want to know everything you’ve been hiding from me, and you’d better not lie.”

Like the gentleman he is, Gary helped me out of my clothes while I talked and told him everything about Donnell. I lay on the bed naked except for my pair of soaked panties; my body stank of sweat and semen—Donnell’s semen. Gary slipped my panties off, then lowered his face on my crotch. I had no idea what he intends and I was worried he would become heated after everything I’d shared with him. My worry eased when Gary shocked me by tasting my pussy. I remained tense, thinking this was a dream; I assumed it was a fleeting moment about to pass. 

Gary dug deep and ate my pussy. He ate my pussy like never before. I ended up moaning and pleading for him not to stop until I then squirted in his face. Then he got naked and we had the most pleasant sex ever.

Later I asked Gary how or when did he find out. He said he’d had his suspicions, but one time while I was in the bathroom, Donnell messaged me to drop by his place; that was all the evidence Gary needs to know I was up to something. We both know each other’s passcode, so it would have been easy for him to read my messages as I often did his. It was a simple mistake that could have occurred anytime.

My next question was whatever had compelled him to eat me out. That was when I learned more about my boyfriend that I knew nothing about. Gary told me of how he enjoyed sneaking to watch interracial porn on his phone or laptop, and had always been fascinated by interracial sex. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to realise I was still fucking my ex. He said that he would only forgive me if I allowed him to watch.

Days later, I called up Donnell and asked if I could come by. As expected, he agreed. I took Gary along, and Donnell was surprised when he opened the door and saw I wasn’t alone. It took a while for me to explain what Gary’s intentions were. Donnell didn’t like it one bit, but figured since he demanded my pussy that it was the least he could do. 

Gary sat across the room and watched Donnell and I undressed before getting into bed. Donnell wasn’t easy-going as he usually was. I knew it was because Gary was there; he didn’t like the idea of someone watching us fuck. But fuck was what we did. I periodically spied at Gary and watched him stroking his cock while Donnell lay on top of me and hammered away with his cock. I allowed myself to get swept away by the rising tide of ecstasy swelling inside me. The longer Donnell rammed his cock between my legs, the looser I got until at some point I nearly forgot Gary was in the room watching. Donnell remembered this time to ejaculate over my body. When he’d finished, to his surprise, Gary came over and licked his cum off my tits. 

That was the last time Donnell and I had sex. He felt disgusted by what he had witnessed from Gary and thought I was weird to be dating him. I did feel bad about it, but I was grateful that I’d now realised more about Gary that I never knew. 

Gary had successfully hid his black cock addiction from me all this time and were it not for him finding out about my cheating habit, he probably would have continued to hide it. He confessed to me his innermost desires: about wanting to see me fucked over and over by a black cock or two, that he wanted to suck black cock alongside me, and to equally get fucked by one. He wanted to experience full submission to a black man as I was with Donnell. 

It took me little time to search around and find a Black Dom to make both of our dreams a reality. This Black Master is pure domination and has no problem fucking me or Gary. He loves to humiliate Gary in my presence. His cock is as thick as a beer bottle, and Gary and I love to gag and choke on his cock while kneeling before him.

This is what we both want, and I’m even looking forward to being black-bred by our Master. Gary is excited about it, and cannot wait for him to become permanent in our lives once I get to carry his seed in my tummy.