After her recent rampage with four black cocks in a day, Leah noticed an internal change in her mood toward her escapades: part of her was disappointed that in spite of her ravenous couplings, her black lovers could not get her pregnant.
She still did not use protection with her husband, which meant that Daniel would probably succeed, eventually -- and Leah had mixed feelings about letting go of her fantasy of raising a mixed child together.
This, however, did not mean that she stopped looking for new black lovers. It was after meeting and fucking a couple of other black men that she met Jonathan. He was a tall, ripped and successful black guy, a few years older than her, working as a middle manager for a big oil company.
Jon did not hide for a second that he was on the hookup app looking for what he called "horny snowbunnies." Instead of the usual polite chitchat, he immediately sent a dick pic, and asked Leah:
"Are you looking for some black meat baby?"
Leah did not normally give a positive response to such brazen invitations to sex, but the dick pic convinced her: Jon had a massive, veiny black cock, comparable to that of Yusuf in its length and girth. It looked like just the thing that she was looking for.
She could already imagine Jon spreading her pussy, pumping her full of semen just by looking at it.
She started chatting with Jon and it soon turned out that he was a very dominant man, who enjoyed taking charge in bed. This sounded like a big pro for Leah, as Daniel was a rather passive guy, and this was one of the reasons that he could not fulfill her desires in bed (among other, more obvious things).
Jon was a difficult enigma to decipher: he was sometimes kind, polite and caring, other times demanding, pushy, or distant and rude.
Many times he would ask Leah if she was free, and then, despite a positive answer, he would disappear into thin air. Other times he would text her in the middle of the night asking if she wanted to come over and fuck.
But then why did she return to him regularly for sex? It probably had something to do with his skills under the sheets, which he had demonstrated well during their first lovemaking session.
That first night, Leah went over to Jon's place late, wearing a close-fitting sexy red dress. She worked long and hard on her make-up and hair to make it look perfect. Her huge white breasts bulged lewdly beneath the fabric, and her pussy was excitedly awaiting the evening's exercise in a lace panty.
Jon opened the door in a tight white shirt and black trousers, a combination that highlighted his dark black skin and huge muscles. He invited Leah in, offered her a glass of wine and put on some pleasant music in the background.
The married woman relaxed comfortably on her prospective lover's couch, and the relaxed conversation soon turned to kissing on the couch.
Suddenly, Jon pulled Leah up. She was used to black men taking charge in bed, but Jon interpreted his role in a whole different way. As they started kissing, not only did he tightly grasp Leah's firm buttocks, but she also noticed with a startled whimper that his black fingers closed around her throat.
He pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth and held her closely. Leah felt unable to move, and her pussy juices immediately flooded her panties, undoubtedly provoked by his bravado.
Jon's hands moved from her ass to her pussy, first massaging her pussy from the outside, and then reaching into her pants, rubbing her sensitive clit through the damp fabric. It felt like an eternity: Jon's tongue invading her throat, his black fingers toying with her soaking cunt, his grip enclosing her neck.
When he finally broke their kiss and his fingers let loose a little bit, Leah gasped loudly there were tears in her eyes, her pussy juices soaked her jeans and her face had a blueish complexion. Jon seemed amused:
"What's up baby? I thought you liked this stuff."
Leah took big gulps of air and had to stop between the words.
"Yeah... but that was... very intense. Do you do this... to all girls?"
"Just the white bitches who enjoy it."
Leah wanted to protest the wording, thinking to herself:
"What an asshole! I'm gonna go home."
But somehow her legs did not want to move.
Jon pointed to the bed and barked out another order.
"Get on all fours bitch and shove your white ass in the air."
She had never previously met a man who used this kind of language with her. Of course, some of her previous dates said a few dirty things in bed or ordered her around a bit, and occasionally she dabbled in a little bit of exciting raceplay, but nothing of this sort.
"You can't talk to me like that! I won't..."
Before Leah could finish her sentence, Jon pushed her onto the bed, and simply pulled off her jeans. Leah decided to go with the flow -- the black man's confidence and aggressivity enticed her too much.
Leah started imagining what Jon could do with his gigantic member and with such a ferocity -- and her pussy responded with an abundant flow of love-juices.
"Finally, a man who will really destroy my pussy," she thought.
Jonathan kicked off his own clothes and revealed his fully erect, huge penis, which Leah had already admired through his dick pics. He climbed onto the bad and spread Leah's legs wide, before slamming his manhood deep into her.
The entire process barely took twenty seconds, and there was zero foreplay involved. Leah's only luck was that her vagina was already like a waterfall, or else the violent invasion would have caused a fair amount of pain.
This way, however, her welcoming cunt let Jon's black cock slide in easily: the expansion of her nether flesh only caused her some momentary discomfort, quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure.
Leah let out a short scream, acknowledging Jon's intrusion into her body, and then closed her eyes, moaning, and allowing the delightful feeling to take over.
Jon completely skipped the usual slow start and instead fucked his member deeper into Leah with hard thrusts. Her body shook from the intense copulation, her huge white breasts bouncing up and down, her thighs quivering with flesh with each thrust.
Jon's black penis was soon glistening with their mixed juices as Leah's greedy pussy produced more and more nectar to facilitate their unfaithful lovemaking. Leah rewarded Jon's powerful movements with loud moans, seeing stars of pleasure with each penetration.
The pleasure was only heightened when the black man's hands swung forward and grabbed Leah's throat: he clamped both hands around her fragile, pale neck, simultaneously squeezing and pounding her head into the pillow.
Leah's brown locks flew in all directions, her face contorted into a snarl, and her moans became animalistic grunts, like a bitch in heat. Jon squeezed her neck mercilessly, using her body like a cheap sex doll.
He was passionate, powerful and hungry; there was also something selfish and violent in his lovemaking. It seemed that Jon relished the role of a black man viciously taking a white man's wife, and Leah was an eager recipient.
He was obviously only interested in his own satisfaction: if she enjoyed the process, fine, but if she didn't, it didn't matter.
Jon rarely let the increasingly red-faced woman catch her breath. When he did, he would only let go of her neck long enough to grasp relentlessly into her white breasts or slap her.
The slaps were usually accompanied by vile racial slurs, and sometimes, to add emphasis to his humiliating language, he would spit in her face. Twisted pleasure ran through Leah's body with each degrading word, loving every moment of the demeaning treatment.
"Dirty fuckin' whore... Fuckin' white slut... Take my fuckin' black dick... You fuckin', stupid slut... Fuck... Cunt... Whore..." Jon mumbled, lost in his crazed, rape-like fuck-marathon.
It didn't take long for Leah to achieve her first orgasm, and after that, another and another. This was unlike anything she had experienced before: it was brutal, sick, and wonderful and fulfilling at the same time.
She could let go of all her inhibitions and forget all her worries, lost in the waves of orgasm, between Jon's big, muscular hands, and with his throbbing dark manhood lodged in her molten cunt.
Irreversibly, Jon approached his own orgasm and grasped onto Leah's neck even stronger. His cock slammed into Leah's soaking cunt one last time with a mighty bang, and then his cock began to jump and throb: roaring, he started to spurt her scorching hole full of sticky white cum.
His roar was met with Leah's screams and she achieved another orgasm of her own, grasping Jon's buttocks, pulling him deeper inside her.
After the first battle between the sheets had concluded, Jon collapsed onto Leah, and for a moment she could rest, basking in the feeling of his still-hard penis occasionally twitching inside her, and the warm semen slowly swirling around in her hole.
As soon as Jon's dick escaped her pussy, a rich flood of white cum gushed out from Leah's stretched entrance. Judging from the amount of semen deposited in her vagina, she was sure that Jon was done for the day.
