**Confession**

Liz and I had been together for three years, and our sex life had always been good—until I stumbled on her secret. It was an accident, really. I’d borrowed her laptop to order food, and when I opened the browser, a dozen tabs of porn were still up—every single one featuring massive black cocks stretching out petite white girls just like her. My stomach twisted, but my dick twitched harder.

That night, I cornered her in the bedroom. She was in one of those little cotton shorts she liked, leaning over the dresser to get her pajamas. I stepped up behind her, pressing my already half-hard cock against her ass. She gasped, surprised, but didn’t pull away.

“Found something interesting today,” I murmured into her ear, gripping her hips.

She tensed. “W-what?”

I slid my hand around to the front of her shorts, cupping her pussy through the fabric. She was already wet. I smirked. “All those tabs you left open. Black guys fucking tight little white girls.” I ground my dick against her ass, feeling her shiver. “You like that, don’t you?”

She whimpered, hips pushing back into me. “I—I didn’t mean for—”

“Tell me,” I growled, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her shorts. She was soaked. “Tell me how much you love it.”

Her breath hitched as my fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles. “Oh fuck—”

“Say it.” I pushed a finger inside her, curling it just enough to make her moan.

She bit her lip. “I… I think about it,” she admitted, voice barely a whisper. “When I touch myself.”

I added another finger, stretching her, fucking her with my hand while my cock throbbed against her ass. “Yeah? You imagine some big black cock stuffing this tight little pussy?”

She moaned, nodding frantically. “Y-yes—”

I pulled my fingers out and spun her around, shoving her shorts and panties down in one motion. She was dripping, her pussy lips swollen and pink. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, licking her in long, slow strokes. She cried out, fingers tangling in my hair.

“God, you’re so wet just talking about it,” I said against her clit. “You wanna take one, don’t you? Some huge fucking BBC stretching you open?”

She whimpered, grinding against my mouth. “Fuck, yes—”

I stood up, gripping my cock and slapping it against her soaked folds. “Then fucking beg for it,” I ordered.

Her eyes were wild, lips parted. “Please,” she gasped. “Please, I want it—want to feel it, want to be stretched—”

I didn’t wait. I shoved her onto the bed, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. She was ready—so fucking ready—and I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her back arching, her nails digging into the sheets.

“This what you want?” I growled, pounding into her. “You want me to fuck you like one of those porn stars? Like a little slut who can’t get enough?”

“YES!” she sobbed, pushing back against me. “Fuck me, please, oh fuck—”

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as I drilled into her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The sound of her pussy squelching around my cock was filthy, soaking the sheets beneath us.

She came hard, shaking, her cunt clamping down on me like a vice. I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, watching her body jolt with every stroke.

“You gonna think about them next time?” I hissed, my own orgasm building. “Think about those huge black cocks while I’m inside you?”

“Yes—god, yes—” she whimpered.

That was all it took. I buried myself to the hilt, cumming deep inside her, filling her up as she clenched around me.

When I pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, panting, her pussy glistening with my cum. I leaned down, kissing her ear.

“Next time,” I whispered, “we’ll watch it together.”

She shuddered, and I knew—she was already thinking about it.