When my boyfriend and I woke up, I was in need of a shower. Matthew stirred as I was getting up and he offered to shower with me, which I agreed to. Malcolm was not in the condo as we made our way there. In the shower, my white boyfriend gently washed me. It was nice to have him take care of me so kindly. His erection was obvious but like when Malcolm left me in the bathroom, I did the same with Matthew. I wanted him to want me that much more.
I went to rehearsal for several hours and returned to find my two boys drinking in the TV room. However, Malcolm didn't stay long as he said he had a date. I must admit I got jealous knowing he was going to be with another girl. He abruptly left and Matthew and I remained watching some shows and movies until we both desired some sleep.
We cuddled all night. It was nice to be loved by him. I could tell Malcolm didn't feel the same way, nor I of him. We were just fuck buddies lost in an erotic dream. When I heard Matthew snoring, I fingered myself to a healthy orgasm thinking of my hung lover's black dick. I was definitely missing him and wondered who he was fucking that night.
Over the next week or so, I was unable to get my fill of Malcolm's cock. All of our schedules precluded any time together and the woman he was seeing apparently took up a lot of his time. My jealousy was getting a bit out of hand. To counter my feelings, I made sure to keep my pussy nice and shaved in anticipation.
Matthew and I fucked a few times that week late at night. We often talked dirty about Malcolm's cock and how he stretched me. My boyfriend enjoyed me comparing their dicks as he thrust in and out. Each time he came, I had him lay on his back and rode his face, making sure to squeeze my womb so all of his semen was pushed out. He was a greedy man taking all of his cum.
On one of the weekend mornings, Matty and I got up and went to the kitchen, only to be joined by Malcolm a few minutes later. He just wore boxers and nothing else. My eyes went down to his crotch, as they now typically do to show my desire, and lost my breath for a moment as I saw the head of his dick peeking out of the bottom. God, was he hung! Matty wouldn't have been anywhere near the end of his boxers.
Malcolm made no attempt to cover up. In fact, it appeared his cock was lengthening while he stood over me drinking coffee. I looked over at my boyfriend and he was openly staring at our roommates penis, too. My eyes went up to Malcolm who had that arrogant big cock smirk again. He reached below and slid his boxer up to reveal the rest of his enormous cock. My hand unconsciously went to his dick and I gently squeezed and stroked it.
He stood me up and said, "Let's go to my room. It's been awhile." I complied without a word and Matthew rose to follow us. Malcolm flashed a smirk at him and ordered, "Not you Matty, my man. You wait here." My pussy was so wet hearing that as my boyfriend reluctantly sat back down. Malcolm led me to his room where we spent almost two hours fucking in every possible position while heavy rap was playing over his stereo system. I had almost forgotten about my boyfriend when I emerged from Malcolm's room. In my trance of having the best sex ever, I left my clothes there and casually walked back to my room. Matthew was waiting in the kitchen. The look on his face was like a lost puppy waiting for his master, or in this case, his mistress.
He stood up and I led him by the hand back to our room where he proceeded to ask me what we did while lapping my used and sore sex. I told him as much detail as I had remembered including how Malcolm had offered to bring his friend over if I ever wanted two hung black guys. That was the only moment I refused my black lover as that might have been too much for me at the time. Matthew seemed to like that though as he came while rubbing himself during his oral service on me.
I was truly enjoying being fucked by a BBC and then having my white boyfriend take care of me. I felt like such a slut especially since my parents raised me to be wary of black men. The big black cock myth was certainly true with Malcolm and I found that I was constantly thinking about the next time we'd be fucking. I was also fantasizing about how I was going to play to Matty's submissive side more.
The next day was fairly routine: rehearsal, eating, more rehearsal. Matty and I came home tired but clearly thinking about the same thing - another tryst with Malcolm. Our roommate was in the TV room with the sound muted but blasting loud hip hop. He patted the space next to him on the couch and I went to him without even checking with my boyfriend.
When I sat down, Malcolm turned to face me and began to kiss me. His large hands went directly between my legs as my dress rode up exposing my lacy panties. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers slowly brought wetness to my pussy.
He broke our kiss and demanded, "Take off your clothes and suck Matty's dick." I was dumbfounded by his order as he usually wanted me to service his cock but I did as I was told. I stripped in front of both men and moved towards my boyfriend who already was masturbating. I got down on my knees and began to suck his much smaller white penis. Matty moaned with pleasure.
Malcolm stood up and stood next to us. His impressive erection was intimidating. Matty and I both gawked openly at it. My boyfriend even licked his lips slightly. I wondered if he wanted to experience sucking Malcolm's cock.
"Ride his dick." Malcolm calmly ordered. I didn't know where this was going but I was so horny that I did as I was told. Matty's dick easily slipped into my wet pussy. That BBC was inches from my face but I didn't reach out because I was under Malcolm's spell and did only as I was told. He slowly stroked his cock while I fucked my boyfriend for the first time in front of him.
"Whose dick is bigger?" Our roommate questioned with an arrogant smirk. "Who stretches you out more?" Matty's pace picked up. I could tell he loved the humiliation and was going to ejaculate soon.
"Ohhh...yours, Malcolm." I said softly as I rode my boyfriend harder.
Malcolm took a half-step closer, his cock inches from my bouncing mouth. "Suck it." I obediently opened my mouth and was fed that large cock. He stretched my mouth as I sucked for all I was worth tasting his pre-cum in the process. After a moment or two, Malcolm continued, "Kiss him."
As if a robot executing a command, I released his black penis and leaned to Matty and he quickly accepted my deep french kiss. He was practically sucking my tongue like it was a small cock. We both moaned. We were both going to cum soon.
"Stop, bitch. I want to fuck that fine ass before it becomes sloppy." I immediately stopped riding my boyfriend because of Malcolm's order. Matty let out an audible groan as I pulled myself up and off. But, the funny thing was he began ejaculating all over his shirt. He missed his opportunity to fill my pussy and instead came with a ruined orgasm, as I later learned it was called. Malcolm and I both chuckled at each other. "I guess Matty likes that," Malcolm said sarcastically.
Malcolm pulled me to him. And, for another first, while standing upright facing him, he was able to push his large cock into my pussy. I had never been fucked like that and certainly couldn't with Matty. His dick was simply too short to do that. Malcolm was the alpha cock in the room and fucked me until I came and he held me like a rag doll as I collapsed in his arms.
He then laid down on the couch and invited me to suck him. I ended up spending quality time with his cock, examining every inch. At one point, I invited Matty over. I think he thought I was going to let him enter me but instead I pulled his cock close to Malcolm's and openly compared them.
My white boyfriend's penis was smaller in every way. It was thinner, shorter, and less veiny. Malcolm's looked so large and manly. Truly, a Big Black Cock. I tapped on Matty's little wee-wee and said, "That's cute," and dismissed him back to the chair. I was blossoming into a true cuckoldress even that I didn't know the term at the time. Malcolm laughed at my words as I continued to worship his black dick. I was completely addicted though I still loved Matty.
Eventually, Malcolm pulled me up and I grabbed his impressive penis with my small hands, lining it up with my wanting pussy. I couldn't help but compare the way Matty filled me versus Malcolm. My black lover was simply better with just penetration, let allow how he fucked and how he talked to me during sex.
I rode him slowly, enjoying ever inch that I was able to take. Looking over me shoulder, Matty was once again masturbating to our carnal interaction. Feeling dominant once again, I asked him, "Why don't you get closer and sit here." I pointed to the end of the long couch where he could have an incredible view. Matty wasted little time as he pulled off his pants and underwear and sat next to us in just his cum stained shirt.
My attention went back to Malcolm. He had his usual arrogant smirk. I guess he liked how I was ordering my boyfriend around. We kissed deeply and he alternated pinching each of my nipples. I was in heaven. Our slow grind and and slow long strokes were putting me on the edge. My pussy lips neared the head of his cock and the engulfed his large penis once again. Each stroked seemed longer. Each stroke seemed deeper.
On one fateful extraction, Malcolm's cock slipped out and hit his belly with a loud slap. I tried to slide back onto him but the angle was difficult. I was leaning forward with both hands and Malcolm's hands were busy on my breasts. I looked back at Matty, who had an incredibly lustful look on his face. That's when I took it to another level. "A little help, hon?"
We all knew what that meant. Matty paused only for a moment and he reached his left shaky hand towards our roommate's BBC. He grabbed that slippery cock and used his right hand to spread my lips, even though they were already quite gaped, and guided Malcolm's alpha cock into my wet, loose pussy. I slid back down on that massive dick and Matty sat back down, enjoying the view.
This was a major milestone that Matty left out in his original story but something that I enjoyed immensely. It really played to both my new found dominant side and existing submissiveness. I loved being dominant to my boyfriend. It got my proverbial and literal juices flowing.
