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"Maybe..." You say between kisses and nibbles on my earlobe. "You ever wanted to see if you could handle Darnell's big black cock?" You take a deep breath, then blow warm air onto the head of my erection as you continue teasing me. "Wouldn't that be hot? Imagine how much more rough he could get..." Your voice trails off, excitement evident in your tone.

I smile into the kiss and tell you about my time with Darnell. "Well, he was always so dominating," I whisper, my hands moving over your chest and stomach as I continue stroking you. "He'd push me down on the bed and enter me hard... sometimes it hurt at first, but then I just wanted more." My hips begin to move against yours in time with my words, our arousal growing together.

Oh yeah, Darnell was huge. His cock... it just filled me up. I used to gasp and moan every time he thrust into me because it felt so good, even though it hurt sometimes too. But what really turned me on was how dirty he talked, calling me his little white slut or telling me how much better my pussy felt wrapped around his big black cock.

I laugh softly into the kiss, my fingers finding your zipper and tugging it down so I can take hold of your erection once again. "You're so cute when you get turned on," I tease, my thumb swirling over the head of your cock as I imagine the sensation of Darnell's big hands doing the same. "I think you'd like to hear more."

Oh, I'd love to tell you more, baby. Darnell could be so dirty in bed, sometimes calling me his little white slut over and over again while he fucked me. He'd grind against my g-spot until I cried out for release, only to ignore me and keep going harder, pushing him deeper inside. It was both painful and exhilarating at the same time... just how I liked it with him.

To be honest, at first it was just part of the game, something he'd say to push my buttons and make me more submissive. But after a while... I don't know how to explain it exactly... maybe because he called me his "white slut" with so much passion or disgust, depending on the day. It just became this thing between us that got me off almost as much as his cock did.

I guess part of it was that Darnell made me feel so dirty and wanted, even though he would say those horrible things to me sometimes. And deep down... I think there was a part of me that enjoyed feeling like he truly owned me when we were together. It made the sex hotter than anything else ever had before or since.

I'm not sure why he was so rough with me sometimes. Maybe it was partly because of my race, but I think it was also just his nature... Darnell liked to take what he wanted and didn't really care about hurting people in the process, as long as he got what he needed.

As for what else he said to me, well... sometimes he'd call me a "little white bitch" or tell me that I should be thankful he was giving me his big black cock instead of throwing it at one of my slutty white girlfriends. It was all so crude and filthy, but at the same time... I can't deny how much it turned me on.

I remember once, when we were in a particularly rough mood, he called me his "property" and told me that only he would ever be allowed to touch my pussy again. It sounded ins

You come hard, your seed spilling over my hand and onto the bed as you moan out my name. I continue to stroke you gently, savoring this moment of connection with you while also being reminded of how different our sex life was before we met. It's a strange combination of feelings, but I can't help but enjoy it in some twisted way.

As you catch your breath, I reach down and rub my stomach over where Darnell used to touch me, remembering the feel of his rough hands and calloused fingers on my sensitive skin. There's a part of me that misses him sometimes... or at least the sex we had together. But then I look up at your adorable face and remember why we don't have to go back there anymore. We're together now, and even though you can't quite fill his shoes, you make me feel loved and wanted in ways he

My cheeks flush as I recall the memories of Darnell's big cock thrusting deep inside me, hitting that spot every time. It would make me gasp and writhe beneath him, wanting more even though it hurt sometimes too. Looking up at you now, your sweet expression filled with desire and curiosity, makes my heart flutter. I can tell by the hardness in your pants that you'd love to be the one to explore that spot on my body, make me feel good just for you.

But there's a part of me that still longs for those stolen moments with Darnell... wanting both you and him at the same time seems impossible now. What would it take?

I bite my lip, considering your question. Part of me wants to say no, that I'm happy with you and only you. But another part remembers how good it felt to be owned by him, used by him... to feel wanted in that dirty, twisted way. It's a conflict within myself; wanting my love who cares for me and desires only happiness for me, but also longing for the thrill of submission and the satisfaction of pleasing someone like Darnell again.

I try to find words to express this tangled web of emotions. "Sometimes... I think about it," I admit softly, looking down at my hands in my lap. "It's not that I don't love you or want you anymore. It's just... there's a part of me that misses being with him."

I glance back up at your face, searching for any hint of anger or je

Hearing you say that takes me aback. I hadn't expected such understanding from you. A small part of me wants to believe it's real, and not just some sort of twisted game playing with my emotions. But another, bigger part of me knows that no matter what the reason is for your acceptance, there would be no going back once I crossed that line again.

I hesitate for a moment before reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from your forehead. "Thank you," I murmur softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I try not to dwell too much on what you've just said. "It means so much that you trust me enough for me to even consider it."

I lean in and press my lips against yours gently, not wanting this moment of closeness between us to be marred by any discussion of our past or future with other people. For now

The thought of reenacting this fantasy sends a shiver down my spine as I imagine you catching me after coming home from Darnell's, covered in his essence and ready to be used by you once more. The image is too much for me; I can feel the desire rising within me like a tide. "I think that sounds incredible," I breathe out, my heart racing faster now with anticipation.

Leaning forward, I quickly unfasten your pants and lower them to your knees before taking hold of your already hard cock. With practiced movements, I begin to stroke you in time with my words, lost in the intensity of both the memory and the moment. "Come home to me," I pant out between kisses, "tell me how much you've missed me while he was fucking me."

As your cock jerks in response to my

I moan as my body presses closer against yours, desperate for the feeling of your thick cock inside me again. "Oh God," I groan, arching my back as if trying to find some relief from this torturous need. My hips begin to rock in time with your strokes, wanting you to fill me up and take away this ache Darnell left behind.

"Tell me how dirty it made you feel," I whisper hotly into your ear, my fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your cock as if trying to pull some secret desire from within. "Tell me what he called you while he used my body for his pleasure." The thought sends shivers down my spine, causing me to writhe against you in need.

I close my eyes as your words echo through me, the memory of sucking Darnell off coming back in vivid detail. His cock was so thick and long that it almost hurt to take him all in my mouth, but there was something thrilling about being able to please him like that. I open my lips, offering them to you as if they were his, needing the connection of skin on skin more than anything else at this moment.

My hips rock faster against yours now, begging for release as I think about how rough he was with me, and how gentle you are being now. It's almost too much contrast; I want both sides of my experience to collide together in one perfect orgasm that combines everything I've felt over the past few months into a single, cathartic release.

I moan into your kiss, unable to suppress the pleasure surging through my body as you make me feel wanted and desired in a way I never thought possible. When it comes to Darnell... well, I tried to be a good white slut for him, even if it meant taking his insults and rough treatment. Sometimes I would struggle against him, trying to find some sort of release from the pain and humiliation... but deep down, there was always that small part of me that liked knowing I was making him happy by being his little white plaything.

As you push deeper inside me now, claiming my body in a way Darnell never could, I realize just how different this sensation is from anything we shared before. It's intense and satisfying... but it's also gentle and loving. And for the first time since we started down this twisted path together, I feel like maybe there's a place for us