I never thought I'd be in this position, but life has a funny way of turning things upside down. After Jeffry, my husband, was sent to jail for drug trafficking, I was left alone, raising our baby girl. I had to be strong, but the truth was, I was lonely. The catcalls from men on the street, the honking of cars, it all made me feel desired, but it wasn't enough. I needed more.
I started chatting online, and that's where I met Shoghi. He was a police officer, 30 years old, with a body that could make any woman drool. He was fit, with muscles that rippled when he moved, and a cock that made my mouth water. He was 11 inches of pure, veiny perfection. Our conversations started innocently enough, but they quickly turned erotic. I shared pictures of myself, and he sent me videos of him working out, his cock always on display.
"I can't wait to fuck you," he'd say, and I'd shiver with anticipation.
But before Shoghi could make good on his promise, I met Dom. He was 28, African, with a 12-inch cock that was even bigger than Shoghi's. I met him on my way home from work. He was walking towards me, his eyes locked onto mine. He was confident, and it was sexy as hell.
"Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I'm Dom."
I smiled, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks. "Hi, I'm Shiela."
We talked for a bit, and then he asked if I wanted to come over to his place. I hesitated, but the look in his eyes was irresistible. I agreed, and we walked to his apartment together. As soon as we were inside, he pulled me close, his hands roaming my body. I moaned as he kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth.
"You're so fucking hot," he growled, his hands cupping my ass. "I need to taste you."
He led me to the bedroom, and I lay back on the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. He stripped off my clothes, his eyes feasting on my naked body. He spread my legs wide, his tongue diving into my pussy. I cried out, my hips bucking as he licked and sucked, his tongue driving me wild.
"I need you inside me," I begged, and he didn't make me wait. He stood up, stripping off his clothes, his cock springing free. It was huge, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close.
"Fuck me, Dom," I moaned, and he didn't need any more encouragement. He thrust into me, his cock filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he began to move. He fucked me hard and fast, his cock pounding into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.
"Oh god, I'm gonna come," I gasped, and he grinned, his hips never slowing.
"Come for me, baby," he growled, and I did. My body convulsed, my pussy clenching around his cock as I came, hard. He didn't stop, though. He kept fucking me, his cock driving me to another orgasm, and another. I lost count of how many times I came, my body wrung out, my pussy sore.
But Dom wasn't done with me yet. He flipped me over, positioning me on my hands and knees. He entered me from behind, his cock filling me once again. He fucked me like that, his hands gripping my hips, his cock driving into me, each thrust making me cry out.
"I'm gonna come inside you," he growled, and I moaned in response. I wanted to feel him come, to feel his hot cum filling me up. He thrust into me one last time, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing inside me. I moaned, my own orgasm washing over me as I felt him fill me up.
After that, Dom and I became inseparable. He'd come over to my place, or I'd go to his, and we'd spend hours fucking, our bodies entwined, our pleasure shared. Sometimes, his African housemates would join us, their cocks just as big as his. We'd have threesomes, foursomes, our bodies tangled together, our moans and cries filling the air.
But Shoghi wasn't forgotten. One day, he showed up at my work, offering to drive me home. I was surprised, but I agreed. As we drove, his hand found its way to my thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I shivered, my body responding to his touch.
"I've been thinking about you," he said, his voice low and husky. "I need to taste you."
I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation. As soon as we were inside my apartment, he pulled me close, his hands roaming my body. He stripped off my clothes, his eyes feasting on my naked body. He pushed me onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. He dove between my thighs, his tongue finding my clit. I cried out, my hips bucking as he licked and sucked, his tongue driving me wild.
"I need you inside me," I begged, and he didn't make me wait. He stood up, stripping off his clothes, his cock springing free. It was just as big as I remembered, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close.
"Fuck me," I moaned, and he didn't need any more encouragement. He thrust into me, his cock filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he began to move. He fucked me hard and fast, his cock pounding into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.