That day I bought a black dildo

I am stepping out of the adult toy store, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's been a few weeks since my breakup, and as a newly single woman, I am finally embracing this side of myself. The bag in my hand feels heavy with my new purchases—vibrators, lubes, a rose and especially the thick black dildo that caught my eye. They promise to fill the void I've been feeling, and I am already imagining using them tonight.

The sun is dipping low, casting long shadows over the deserted alleyway I take as a shortcut to my car. The street is empty, just the faint hum of traffic in the distance. That's when I spot him—a big black man leaning against the wall, his broad shoulders straining his worn jacket. He looks rough around the edges, with a deep voice that rumbles as he calls out,

"Hey, miss, spare a dollar?"

His voice sounds kind of rude and threatening. I am about to run. I am hesitating, but something about his easy smile makes me reach for my purse. Maybe he is not as bad as he sounds. As I rummage inside, the bag from the store slips, and my new black cock toy tumbles out onto the cracked pavement. It's realistic, veined, and at least eight inches long—my boldest buy yet. My face burns with embarrassment as I bend to grab it.

He is laughing before I can straighten up, his deep chuckle echoing off the bricks. He steps forward and picks it up first, holding it between his thick fingers.

"What's this?" he says, his eyes locking onto mine with a wicked glint. "Why you need a fake one when I can give you the real thing?" Without breaking eye contact, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. It's massive—nine inches of thick, throbbing black meat, already hardening in the cool air. The head glistens, veins bulging along the shaft, and I am frozen, my mouth dry as I stare.

He is stroking it slowly, confidently, watching my reaction. "Come on, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "I see that look. You want this more than that toy." He is spot on. My mind races—part of me screams to run, but my body betrays me, heat pooling between my legs. I look around it's just the two of us. No one will know. Before I know it, I am nodding, letting him take my hand and lead me deeper into the alley.

We slip through a chain-link fence into a wooded area nearby, overgrown bushes scratching at my skin. There, hidden from the street, is a dirty mattress tossed on the ground, stained and rumpled but perfect for what he has in mind. He pushes me down onto it gently but firmly, the springs creaking under my weight.

"Get those clothes off," he orders, shedding his jacket and pants. His body is powerful—muscles rippling across his chest and arms, his cock standing proud and ready.

I am fumbling with my blouse and skirt, my fingers trembling as I expose my breasts and slide my panties down my thighs. The air feels electric against my bare skin, my pussy already slick with anticipation. He kneels between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself. "You ready for this big black dick?" he growls, rubbing the fat head along my wet folds.

I am gasping, nodding frantically. "Yes, please," I whisper, and he thrusts in with one powerful stroke. His nine-inch cock stretches me wide, filling me completely, the burn of the intrusion turning to pure pleasure as he bottoms out. He is fucking me hard right away, his hips slamming against mine, the mattress shifting with every pound. I am crying out, my nails digging into his back as waves of sensation crash over me.

His rhythm is relentless, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, his balls slapping against my ass. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, leaning down to suck on my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I am arching up to meet him, my body on fire. The first orgasm hits me fast—my pussy clenches around his thick shaft, juices gushing as I scream,

"Oh, I'm cumming!" He doesn't stop, pounding through it, making the pleasure stretch and intensify.

He flips me over onto my hands and knees, the dirt from the mattress grinding into my palms. From behind, he slams back inside, deeper this time, his hands gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. "Take it all," he demands, his cock hitting spots I didn't know existed. I am moaning nonstop, pushing back against him, my breasts swaying with each thrust. Sweat drips down my back, mixing with the grime, but I don't care—nothing matters but the way he's railing me.

The second orgasm builds quickly, coiling tight in my core. His fingers find my clit, rubbing in rough circles as he fucks me faster. "Cum for me again, slut," he says, and I shatter, my walls pulsing around him, milking his dick as I collapse forward, sobbing with ecstasy. He holds me up, not letting up, his own breaths coming in harsh pants.

We switch positions again—he lies back, pulling me on top. I am straddling him, sinking down onto his cock, feeling every inch stretch me anew. My hands brace on his chest as I ride him, grinding my hips in circles, chasing the friction. He thrusts up to meet me, his hands squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples until I whimper. The third climax sneaks up on me, exploding from my clit as I bounce harder, my pussy squirting around his base.

"That's it, soak my cock," he groans, his eyes dark with lust. But he's not done. He rolls us over, pinning me beneath his weight, and fucks me missionary style, our bodies slick and sliding together. His mouth claims mine in a bruising kiss, tongue thrusting in time with his hips. I am lost in it, my legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper.

The fourth orgasm rips through me like lightning, my whole body convulsing as I cum harder than before, screaming into his mouth. He finally loses control, his cock swelling inside me. "Gonna fill you up," he warns, and with a roar, he buries himself deep, pumping hot spurts of cum into my pussy. It triggers a fifth, smaller wave for me, my oversensitive walls fluttering around him as he empties himself.

We are panting, tangled on the mattress, his cock still twitching inside me. After a moment, he pulls out, a trail of our mixed fluids leaking from me. "Can't leave you like this," he says with a grin, scooping me up in his strong arms. My legs are jelly; I can barely walk. He carries me all the way back through the woods and alley to my vehicle, my head resting on his shoulder, the aftershocks still humming through my body.

As I slide into the driver's seat, he leans in for one last kiss. "Think about me when you use that toy," he says, winking. I drive home in a daze, my pussy sore and satisfied. Even now, years later, I am happily married but when I touch myself, sliding my fingers into my wetness or grabbing a dildo, it's his nine-inch cock I picture—fucking me senseless on that dirty mattress, making me cum over and over until I couldn't stand.