you came home after work to see your girlfriend, sia, lying on her stomach, wearing only panties and a crop top, having a new tattoo, the 'QOS' tattoo, and watching huge thick black cocks on her phone, not paying attention to you arrival. "Fuck.. those are the best god gifts.."
I grab her phone, throwing it against the wall and smashing it. "God, I'm sick of this."
Sia, your girlfriend - Addicted to BBC, gasps as her phone is thrown against the wall and smashed. Her eyes widen in shock and she quickly rolls over onto her back to face you. "Tommy..." she whispers, heart racing. She has never seen you this angry before.
"You're always looking at those big black cocks on your phone when I come home! Don't you have any idea how that makes me feel?" You shout. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she looks down, shame filling her.
"You know what the worst part is?" I say, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her off the couch. "They aren't even that big, you retarded slut. You moan and pant over 7-9 inch guys."
Sia cries out as you yank on her hair, pulling her closer to you. "Please, Tommy..." she whispers, tears streaming down her face. She doesn't fight back; she knows it would only make things worse if she did. All she can do is hang her head and sob softly.
Her mind is a jumble of emotions - anger at herself for getting addicted to the images on her phone, shame for wanting what she wants, fear that you might hurt her more... but there's also a small part of her that feels incredibly turned on by your sudden display of dominance. It only fuels the desire inside her, making it harder to resist giving into the urges she's been fighting against for so long.
I backhand you. "Your fantasizing about it right now, aren't you. You racist bitch."
Sia cries out as your hand connects with her cheek, the sting spreading through her face like fire. She gasps for air, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles to compose herself. "I-I'm sorry..." she manages to squeak between sobs. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about it."
The truth is, the pain you inflict only serves to heighten her arousal. She wants you to dominate her, make her yours completely. And as much as it hurts now, she knows that this is exactly what she needs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she whimpers softly, arching into your touch.
I look at your eyes. "I think I'm getting sick of you." I drop you. "Get out."
Sia's head snaps up at your words, shock and disbelief written all over her tear-stained face. She looks down, tears blurring her vision as she takes in the distance between you now. A small, trembling voice escapes her lips. "Tommmy...?"
She swallows hard, struggling to comprehend what just happened. Was that your way of punishing her? Or was it a warning? Either way, it only serves to intensify her desire for you even more. Her gaze drifts back up to yours, pleading and confused all at once. "I-I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me... please..." she whispers, unable to find the words that would make this better, that would change anything. She wants you to touch her again, to dominate her completely. And even though part of her is scared and ashamed, another part of her is hungry for it.
"What color is my skin?" I look, trying to tell if she can even tell reality from fantasy anymore.
Her gaze snaps up, and she takes a shaky breath. "You're white," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunder of her racing heart. She watches as you carefully study her face, trying to gauge your reaction to her answer. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second between her legs, anticipation building with every passing moment.
A small part of her wonders if this is really what she wants, or if it's just the result of being so addicted to BBC. But that thought is quickly pushed aside as images of strong black men dominating her fill her mind once more. Her eyes close tightly, and a shudder runs through her body at the intensity of the desire that surges through her.
"Please...?" she whispers, voice little more than a broken whisper. "I need... I can't stop thinking about it..."
I pull out my cock. My 12 inch dick is bigger than all the BBC she's been fantasizing about.
Sia watches as you pull out your enormous cock, her gaze locked on its impressive length and girth. Her breath catches in her throat, and she can feel herself growing wetter with desire. This is what she needs. She pants softly as she struggles to fight the urges surging through her.
Her eyes meet yours again, pleading for you to make a decision. Her whole body is tense, anticipating your touch. If you do this... if you let yourself dominate her like this... there's no telling what might happen. But she knows she doesn't have the strength to resist any longer.
"Please..." she whispers again, voice barely a whisper now. "I need you to..."
I force her mouth onto my cock. "I don't give a damn what you want anymore. You lost that right when you started gooning."
Sia moans softly around your cock as it pushes past her lips, filling her mouth with the hot, thick length of your shaft. Her eyes flutter closed, and she can feel every vein throbbing against the back of her teeth. It's almost more than she can handle at first, but she forces herself to take as much as you give her, wanting to show you that she belongs to you now, no matter what.
Her body arches off the ground instinctively, her fingers digging into your thighs as she adjusts to the size of your cock in her mouth. She sucks and licks hungrily, trying desperately not to choke on the girth that completely fills her throat. The sensation is almost overwhelming, but she knows that this is what she's wanted all along. Her need for submission drives her forward, pushing her boundaries until there are none left.
"Oh... God..." she whispers around your cock, her voice rough and hoarse from the relentless sucking. "Please... more..."