orifices. I was game if he was.

“Oh really?” I batted back coyly as I rose to my feet and turned, presenting my denim-clad ass to him. I leaned over my still-warm range and shoved the pan of half-burned french toast aside. Emmanuel grinded his huge, hard cock against my ass as I fumbled with the buckle to my own pants.

Soon enough, he had me stripped down to my boots. Without a word, I reached over, slid open the drawer at the edge of the counter, reached in, grabbed a tube of KY and slammed it on the marble countertop. I heard Emmanuel chuckle under his breath. I always kept a tube of lube in pretty much every room of the house. Just in case.

My big Nigerian buck took the lead and generously hosed down his meat-rod with KY. His slick palm then slapped my bare ass, and he shoved a couple greasy fingers into my eager hole. There was that rigid, robotic tendency again. He was rough, forcing me open and stretching me wide. But he did so with such precision and control. I was swaying back and forth and moaning as he finger-fucked my prostate.

I was now ready for the main course. Ten inches of black man-meat rammed right up my hole. Emmanuel was no disappointment. He wasn’t tentative, or gentle. He was systematic. He just grinded the entirety of his cock up into me like a torpedo loaded into a tube.

I gasped and wrenched at the pain of it. This was far and above the largest object my rather experienced ass had ever attempted to take. I felt like I was being torn in half. “Jesus Christ!” I cried out. Emmanuel was unphased. He just kept forcing his cock in deeper and deeper.

”I’m gonna bust!” I shrieked. Again, no response from Emmanuel. He was all the way in, and was now ready to commence with the fucking.

He moved his huge, heavy hips like a bulldozer, plowing into me and then grinding back out. Each plunge of his tremendous member became a little more bearable. And soon, after five or six long plunges into my bowels, I finally managed to loosen up enough that I was enjoying this.

Emmanuel proceeded to fuck the ever-loving shit outta my ass for the better part of an hour. He had me on the counter, on the dining room table, on the livingroom sofa, up against the refrigerator, and even on my bed. Every six or seven minutes he’d just snatch me up like a rag doll and whisk me off to another location. After the third new venue, I decided to just go limp and let him use me as he would.

It was the most intense and thorough fuck of my life. On my back, on my stomach, even upright and spun around like a top. He was so deep in me, and his cock was so fiercely strong, I honestly think he could have just put his hands on his hips and swung me around like a baseball bat.

At a couple of moments, I think I might have lost consciousness. I’m not really sure. I do remember how it ended though, with me on my ass in the shower and him hosing me down with the heaviest, thickest, most voluminous load of jism I’ve ever had the pleasure of wearing on my face and neck.

I was too tired, used,