My College Fantasy – Chapter 10
After several minutes, I switched hands and dug my left hand down deep into his underwear so I could cup his balls as my right hand continued to stroke him off. I also sucked really hard on his head and pulled his cock out of my mouth so that it made a pop sound just to prove his dick wasn’t just floating in my mouth, just for show. That’s how my bulls tested me to insure that I was sucking their black cocks properly.
When I licked my lips and swallowed, I could taste his sweet precum. Without skipping a beat, I turned my head sideways, curved the tip of my tongue to match the curvature of his shaft, and I licked it up and down like a popsicle. Before going back down on Ben, I flicked my tongue passionately against the protruding lower portion of his head, just as I had been taught to do, months ago.
I knew Ben loved what he was seeing, because he was starting to sweat. But who wouldn’t love seeing a tiny Asian slut losing her mind while blowing a huge black cock. I know I wasn’t about to get any complaints from the guys in the room.
Giving Ben head from the side was great and it gave a lot of people a good view of my blow job skills, which my bulls gave me a lot of advanced lesson on. It didn’t help that I was a fast learner, too. (Wink, wink!) But I loved being between Ben’s legs and staring up into his eyes, knowing that I was doing what I was born to do...make him cum.
So I said to him with puppy dog eyes, “Daddy, pull your pants down so you can skull fuck me.” Nothing gets a black guy more excited than when you act totally submissive and talk dirty while referring to him as “Daddy.” Prior to college I never talked dirty or even swore, but after being educated by my bulls, I had a master’s degree in it.
Sometimes I wonder if the reason why black buys wear baggy clothes, are for moments like this. That way they can easily strip off their clothing, something that’s much harder to do if you’re wearing tight jeans and spandex underwear. Ben was no exception, his baggy pants and boxers dropped straight to the floor when he stood up, exposing his entire lower body, his rock hard cock, and big dangling balls for everyone to see.
Ben looked at them and said, “this is what happens when you’re addicted to black cock like your friend here. She knows how to please black guys like me and she can’t get enough of big black cock. You girls take note of what it’s like to be a black cock nympho like her. You guys too, cause you ain’t fucking this pussy every again.
Ben sat down and spread his legs for me, but I knew he was still going to skull fuck me and shove his cock down my throat, later. I positioned my feet between his legs and squatted until my butt was a few inches from the floor. As I spread my knees wide, I could feel my skirts peel away from my ass and ride all the way up to my waist. There was no way for me to pull it down even if I tried, my legs were in the way and there simply wasn’t enough fabric to stretch. Heck, there was barely enough fabric to cover my ass to begin with.
Now that my skirt wasn’t in the way, everyone behind me could not only easily see the red thong back of my bodysuit stretched between my butt cheeks, but also the Queen of Spades tattoo that I had mentioned earlier. It was smack dab in the middle of my right butt cheek. Now, there was no hiding it or denying it, I was permanently marked. Then again, I was marked in several other places too, but my friends just didn’t know about it...yet.
I had to admit, my Queen of Spades butt tattoo was probably the nicest tattoo I had. It was designed by one of my bulls who was an artist. It was black in the outline shape of a spade. The lower triangle portion was supposed to represent my tiny pussy and where it met the upside down heart, was my cervix. Within the upper portion, there were curvy lines in the shape of fallopian tubes with a “Q” on each side to represent my egg factories. In the middle was my womb with the letters “BBC” printed vertically there to represent ownership. Dangling directly on the top of the spade was an ornate jeweled tiara. At the very bottom, below the spade, was a date…the day they popped my virgin cherry and then crowned me a Queen of Spades.
When I licked my lips and swallowed, I could taste his sweet precum. Without skipping a beat, I turned my head sideways, curved the tip of my tongue to match the curvature of his shaft, and I licked it up and down like a popsicle. Before going back down on Ben, I flicked my tongue passionately against the protruding lower portion of his head, just as I had been taught to do, months ago.
I knew Ben loved what he was seeing, because he was starting to sweat. But who wouldn’t love seeing a tiny Asian slut losing her mind while blowing a huge black cock. I know I wasn’t about to get any complaints from the guys in the room.
Giving Ben head from the side was great and it gave a lot of people a good view of my blow job skills, which my bulls gave me a lot of advanced lesson on. It didn’t help that I was a fast learner, too. (Wink, wink!) But I loved being between Ben’s legs and staring up into his eyes, knowing that I was doing what I was born to do...make him cum.
So I said to him with puppy dog eyes, “Daddy, pull your pants down so you can skull fuck me.” Nothing gets a black guy more excited than when you act totally submissive and talk dirty while referring to him as “Daddy.” Prior to college I never talked dirty or even swore, but after being educated by my bulls, I had a master’s degree in it.
Sometimes I wonder if the reason why black buys wear baggy clothes, are for moments like this. That way they can easily strip off their clothing, something that’s much harder to do if you’re wearing tight jeans and spandex underwear. Ben was no exception, his baggy pants and boxers dropped straight to the floor when he stood up, exposing his entire lower body, his rock hard cock, and big dangling balls for everyone to see.
Ben looked at them and said, “this is what happens when you’re addicted to black cock like your friend here. She knows how to please black guys like me and she can’t get enough of big black cock. You girls take note of what it’s like to be a black cock nympho like her. You guys too, cause you ain’t fucking this pussy every again.
Ben sat down and spread his legs for me, but I knew he was still going to skull fuck me and shove his cock down my throat, later. I positioned my feet between his legs and squatted until my butt was a few inches from the floor. As I spread my knees wide, I could feel my skirts peel away from my ass and ride all the way up to my waist. There was no way for me to pull it down even if I tried, my legs were in the way and there simply wasn’t enough fabric to stretch. Heck, there was barely enough fabric to cover my ass to begin with.
Now that my skirt wasn’t in the way, everyone behind me could not only easily see the red thong back of my bodysuit stretched between my butt cheeks, but also the Queen of Spades tattoo that I had mentioned earlier. It was smack dab in the middle of my right butt cheek. Now, there was no hiding it or denying it, I was permanently marked. Then again, I was marked in several other places too, but my friends just didn’t know about it...yet.
I had to admit, my Queen of Spades butt tattoo was probably the nicest tattoo I had. It was designed by one of my bulls who was an artist. It was black in the outline shape of a spade. The lower triangle portion was supposed to represent my tiny pussy and where it met the upside down heart, was my cervix. Within the upper portion, there were curvy lines in the shape of fallopian tubes with a “Q” on each side to represent my egg factories. In the middle was my womb with the letters “BBC” printed vertically there to represent ownership. Dangling directly on the top of the spade was an ornate jeweled tiara. At the very bottom, below the spade, was a date…the day they popped my virgin cherry and then crowned me a Queen of Spades.
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