MIAMI PT 8: AN UNEXPECTED OLD FRIEND
Miami and I had been together now for almost 2 years. I saw us as a couple, as did all the people who knew us, though it was not a stated fact on his part. To him, I would never be anything more than his bitch, or his whore, to be used as he saw fit. It actually made him a little angry if I even suggested that he was gay, even though everything we did together was! I was just happy to take him for the extremely sexual creature that he was.
His foot long, extremely thick black cock had become an object of worship to me, and whether he was using it on me gently as he could so often do, or ramming it into me brutally as he did so more often, I didn't care if he was gay or straight, just as long as he was satisfying my insatiable lusts! When we were alone together, he was completely mine, and I was completely his.
I had met enough men since I'd known him, that I didn't really need him to fulfill my desires, yet I couldn't have left him if I tried. I'd let myself fall deeply in love with him, and somehow felt that he must love me too! Why else would he have kept me for so long!
I'd never even kissed him, at least not a full lover's kiss on his open mouth, though he often pressed that hot mouth over mine to blow exhaled cocaine smoke into me. Once when I'd boldly darted my tongue into his mouth, he'd slapped me, not hard, but just as a warning not to ever try it again, and rolled me over and gave me a brutally hard fuck, bringing tears to my eyes as he thrust his long, hard, thickness into me! I guess it was his way of showing me he was, and always would be the man, and not to challenge him in any way!
For some perverse reason, I liked it when he fucked me hard, and I guess I loved to be dominated by him, and found I could always provoke him into doing so by getting to familiar with his other taboo spot! His tight little virgin man pussy!
I loved when we'd lay in his bed on hot summer days, and he'd take his cock out for me to suck on, which I always did willingly, taking it deep in my hungry mouth, letting him push my head down on it roughly, hardly letting me come up for air. His delicious pre cum tasted like nectar from some dark god as it flowed over my tongue.
I'd get so turned on as I'd pull his pants down his legs, watching his big balls move around in his cod sack as if they had a life of their own! Sometimes he'd prop his ass up on pillows and expose his self to me as if inviting me to mount him, and pop his tight little cherried ass hole! I loved to kiss the hairy, sensitive flesh between his heavy balls and tiny exposed slit, relishing the feel of course , tight hair on my tongue.
He took pleasure in holding my head down there, pressing my nose into his smelly flesh, telling me to smell that ass, or lick that ass! Though no cock had ever penetrated his exotic dark hole, he loved when I'd fuck him with my tongue, and he'd press his hot flesh against my hungry mouth, telling me to eat that nasty ass! When I'd try to explore it's tightness with my finger, he'd slap it away!
I'd probe, and he'd slap, and he'd always wind up on top of me, forcing his cock into me brutally! Even as experienced as I was now at taking a monster cock, these fucks, which were practically rapes, always took my breath away! Sometimes he was like some kind of wild beast on top of me, inside me, almost losing control as if he wanted to hurt me! The more I cried out, the harder he'd fuck me, always leaving me full of his massive load of sticky, hot semen, feeling abused and bruised! Even though he sometimes hurt me a lot, the thickness of his cock against my love spot would always make me cum! My God I loved this man!
