Leah Rubin Story 3 Addiction

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.

Yet Leah was shocked to see that his massive black pole did not even lose a bit of its stiffness: the mighty dark member was still towering proudly upwards. Bits of fresh cum remained on the thick veins dotting its outside, and Leah's pussy juices glistened with the reflection of the lights.

Leah had only a fleeting thought of how she would have loved to lick their mingled juices off the phallus when Jon sat down on the bed beside her, grabbed her hair and in one ruthless motion pulled her mouth over his cock.

Leah started to choke, but Jon's rock-hard grip wouldn't let go. Instead, barely giving the girl's mouth time to get used to his huge size, he moved his lower body up and started fucking Leah's throat.

The girl made choking, coughing sounds: the tip of the black cock nudged the back of her throat, making her gag and triggering her saliva production.

As Jon penetrated deeper and harder into Leah's watering mouth, tears began to well up in her eyes and her head turned red. She had been trying to take the swollen, veiny cock as deep as she could, but now she found herself choking and gasping for air.

Saliva was pouring from the girl's mouth in thick streaks, spurting everywhere, and Jon groaned loudly in acknowledgement of the increasingly sloppy face-fucking.

Leah used her hands to try to restrain his movements, but Jon only jerked her head deeper: at least half of his cock was now throbbing in Leah's throat.

She could smell her cunt juices, the saliva, his cum, and the black man's heavy sweat. Tears streamed from her eyes, washing away her perfectly applied make-up, forming black streams down her white cheeks.

Jon's black fingers grasped her disheveled brown locks as he jerked her head up and down on his cock in a ruthless motion.

Finally, just as Leah thought that she was going to suffocate on his cock, Jon jerked her head up and brought her face in front of his. Leah immediately started coughing, spraying his chest with saliva.

When she could finally look up, through her tears she saw his satisfied, smug face as Jon lustfully watched the results of his brutal throat-fucking.

Jon did not give her much rest, and pushed her down again, this time to his testicles and the thin patch of skin separating his scrotum from his anus. Jon lifted his legs a bit, and Leah understood her new assignment, so she started sucking on his sweaty, big black balls, taking one after the other into her mouth, playfully tickling them with her tongue.

Then, to her surprise, Jon lifted his legs even more upwards, almost completely laying back on the bed now. Her face was no longer facing his balls; she was now in front of his hairy black asshole: she knew there would come a day when she would taint her white face by burying it in a black man's dirty bottom.

Although Jon's hand immediately found her head and began to push it towards his ass, Leah didn't need to be forced: she threw herself at the black asshole with a satisfied moan, pressing her thick lips against the man's anus opening. She spread Jon's ass-cheeks with her fingers and started circling the tight opening with her tongue.

Jon responded with a loud groan and started jerking his huge cock above Leah's face. She lapped at Jon's dirty ass with her hungry tongue, then began to make kissing motions with her lips on his asshole, almost making out with his foul hole.

Leah was overwhelmed by the black ass enveloping her pretty face, and by the depravity of the situation. She started massaging her own breasts with one hand, and began to enjoy the situation more and more, moaning loudly into his buttocks.

With her other hand, Leah pulled the ass-cheeks even further apart and finally inserted her tongue as deep into Jon's asshole as he could. Jon responded to the feat with even louder groans and started beating his cock faster; his big balls were dancing on Leah's forehead.

After reaching a point where she could extend her tongue no longer, she signaled to her lover that he should push her head further in: Jon obliged and forced Leah's face into his asshole even deeper.

Her tongue was now deeply buried within his dirty hole, and she tried to wriggle it around, exploring the hot walls of his orifice with her tongue.

She spent what seemed like an eternity with her tongue in the black man's ass, when suddenly Jon grasped Leah's hair and pulled her dirty face out of his saliva-ridden asshole. Leah was almost disappointed that she could no longer caress the black man's ass with her tongue.

With her tongue hanging out, she stared at him wide-eyed up, as he held her brown curls tightly between his fingers, pulling her neck back.

"Now it's time for me to break in your white ass."

For a moment, Leah forgot about her passive role. Her ass? It wasn't that she hadn't toyed with the idea of allowing Daniel to explore the hot interior of her bottom with his much smaller dicklet, but she wasn't prepared for the thought of accommodating a black man's huge tool down there.

"No, no, my ass is not for fucking," she tried to protest.

Jon grabbed her throat and leaning close to Leah's face, hissed in her face:

"I'm taking your ass bitch and then I'm gonna make you suck me clean."

With a quick motion, Jon picked up Leah and threw her on the bed, face down. She landed with her ass high in the air: the perfect position for Jon to invade her ass.

Leah considered turning around and resisting for a moment, but finally decided to let him take full control. She was only hoping that she would enjoy the process.

Jon spread Leah's white ass cheeks apart, admiring the tiny, dark, rose-shaped hole, which rested among the round white hills like a tiny star on a shooting target. Under Leah's asshole, her lewdly gaping, cum-stained cunt sat alone, this time lending the attention to her neighbor above.

Apparently satisfied with the alluring sight, the black man slapped her bubbly bottom a few times, sending shivers down her fleshy backside. Leah moaned loudly, resigning herself to her submissive role and waiting with lust for the painful penetration of the huge black cock.

Jon reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube, then generously poured the wet substance all over her butt, her asshole and his own cock. Then pulling her asshole apart with one hand and grabbing his member with the other, he placed the tip of his rock-hard penis at her anal entrance, and slowly started pushing his black cock into Leah's tight opening.

Leah immediately squealed as she felt the massive black flesh cross the tense rim of her tight asshole. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever experienced before: the huge member stretched her buttocks with a slightly painful sensation, but somehow the pain and the feeling of being stretched was mixed with depraved pleasure.

For a fleeting thought it crossed her mind that maybe she shouldn't have tried anal sex for the first time with a huge black man, but she didn't have time to think any further, because Jon forced himself further into her rectum with another movement.

The feeling of Jon's huge black cock stretching her bowel caused a whole new set of sensations for Leah. She'd already felt big black cocks stretching her pussy, and she'd also felt a black man reach places her white husband hadn't been able to before.

But now, with every relentless thrust of his enormous member, Jon stretched her tight, hot asshole to the maximum, and every time he withdrew, giving her tortured flesh a moment's rest, a second later he was sliding back in, once again tearing Leah's poor ass apart mercilessly.

Leah's muscles were put to a rough test by the reception of Jon's size and aggression, and the adulterous wife took each blow with a loud scream as she clutched at the white sheets with her hands. The screams were accompanied only by the slap of Jon's balls meeting her wet pussy lips with each brutal thrust.

Despite the pain, Leah's pussy was quivering with juices; the sensations of the forceful penetration of her anus caused perverted pleasure to the black cock-addicted girl.

As if not satisfied with the white girl's cries of torment and enjoyment, Jon began to spank her, adding obscene words to his relentless slaps that left red palm marks on Leah's backside:

"That's it you fucking white bitch. Take my black cock in your dirty fucking ass. You like that, huh? You like taking black cocks in your ass?"

"Yes! Yes, I love it! Please fuck my white ass with your big black cock."

Jon slapped her ass once again and spewed out more profanities.

"That's what you're good for. Your body is only good for taking black cock. Say that you love black cock! All black cocks!"

"I love black cock! I only want black cock from now on! No more white dicks! My asshole belongs to black men! Only black men! Now fuck my ass!"

Leah's words only provoked Jon to a quicker pace, and as his depraved lust grew, he increased his slapping of Leah's ass-cheeks. His huge penis had now completely spread the opening of her rectum; her muscles now accommodated his gigantic size easily, and his member could effortlessly slide in and out of her bowel.

"Say it again! I want to hear it you bitch!"

"Give me black cock! Take my ass! FUCK MY DIRTY ASSHOLE WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!"

The words drove Jon to a relentless pace, and the black man began to fuck Leah's ass with a roar, each time landing with a huge thud on her white backside. Leah felt as if she was being pounded with a forearm-sized pole of rock-hard black flesh against the walls of her asshole each time, and she burst into new levels of arousal as she screamed like never before in bed.

Even though she wanted to continue the dirty talk, she couldn't utter a single meaningful word, just screamed at the top of her lungs as her cries joined Jon's animalistic grunts.

Finally, Jon let out one last roar as he emptied his cum into Leah's trembling asshole. Leah felt Jon's pace slow down, and she could sense each throbbing of the gargantuan black pole as it spewed load after load of hot cum inside her. Although she did not achieve an actual orgasm, the feeling of squeezing out another load from Jon's cock and the pleasing sensation of being filled to the brim in such a dirty way caused immense pleasure to Leah.

Jon finally withdrew his still hard member from Leah's asshole with a pop as a gasp of air escaped loudly from her bottom. Leah reached back with her hand and felt that the muscles of her asshole had not closed: her ass was a gaping dark hole, and it would surely be hours before her besieged muscles would be able to close again.

Leah could only let out soft whimpers as she lay with her ass in the air. Jon's cum lay deep inside her ass, causing a nice, warm sensation deep inside. The black man, however, was far from done.