If you have read any of my other stories or seen my photos and videos, you know that I’m a thirty-year-old redhead, I’m a proud slut, and I’m absolutely crazy about my husband’s nine-inch black cock.
I was raised by a mom who is very proud and happy to be a slut. She enjoys being Dad’s slut. She raised me to also be a happy little slut, and I very much appreciate that she did. Since high school, my sex life has been many levels above the average woman. The best thing I ever did was to finally agree to go to a Valentine’s Day singles dance in 2017. I wound up dancing with a handsome, muscular black man named Ted, whom I first met at that party.
Am I really going home with him tonight? Will I really get to ride his big black cock, till the dawn’s early light?
When the dance ended, I took Ted home with me, and I quickly stripped him. I just had to see what his cock looked like. It was longer, thicker, blacker, and harder than I had been feverishly daydreaming about the whole drive home. He was a delight to suck. His tongue proved very skilled on my clit. The missionary fuck was one of the best I’d ever had.
Then he flipped me flat on my belly, parted my ass cheeks with both of his palms, and slowly slid his enormous cock through my tight little ass cheeks. He plunged deeper into my pussy from behind than I had ever thought possible. By the time his balls touched my ass cheeks, I could feel his dick in me, all the way up to the inside of my navel.
It was at that exact moment that I fell instantly, head-over-heels in love with him.
Six months after we met, Ted asked me to marry him. I climbed on top of him, crammed his gorgeous, hard black cock deep up into myself, and I let out the most enthusiastic yes anyone has ever heard.
Eight years after we met, I’m still crazy in love with him.
On January 15, 2026, I gave birth to my second child, a son named Wyatt. My doctor told me that after the soreness of passing an entire human being out of me, I should let my pussy rest for sixty days. Two whole months. No fingers, no tongue, and definitely no nine-inch cock. My only allowed sexual pleasures were cock sucking and having my nipples stroked, caressed, and nibbled.
While I enjoy sucking and nipple stimulation, my sore pussy wasn’t getting wet anymore. I used to get wet sucking my man, because I knew I was in for a deep, hard, loving fuck, and a powerful explosion of his sperm deep up into me. But childbirth has left me too sore to get wet these past several weeks.
I wanted to be wet for him. I wanted his nine inches balls-deep in me. I wanted to stretch around his two-inch diameter. But my body just wouldn’t. But that all changed on Wednesday night, thirty-four days into my forced, involuntary sixty-day abstinence.
I was kissing, licking, and sucking my Ted’s big “licorice stick,” thoroughly enjoying my man, as I always do. But for the first time since Wyatt was born, when my man shot his yummy load down my throat, I came. I mean, I came hard! Leaving a huge puddle on the bed sheet. My body continued to tremble for several minutes after my intense pussy leak.
Thursday, I made an appointment with my doctor. I told her that I had come hard, and I asked her if I still needed to wait 25 more days before my husband’s big black cock could fuck me again. She said it was still too risky to stretch my pussy around a cock, especially one that big. But she said I could try an experiment. My man could kiss, lick, and nibble my clit, as long as he made no contact with my tender inner walls. If that clitoral stimulation felt even the least bit painful, or even sore, I would have to go back to cock sucking only, and let my pussy fully heal.
Doctor N is also a BBC wife, as am I. So, she fully understood my frustration that I can’t just straddle my Ted and ride him hard for hours on end. She went through that same frustration after each of her three pregnancies, and she damned near lost her mind each time.
When my Ted got home from work Thursday night, I kissed him and told him the good news, that the doctor said his mouth could love my clit, just like my mouth loves his cock.
Ted grabbed my hand and towed me to the bedroom. He stripped me naked and eased me down flat on my back, my legs dangling over the edge of our bed. He knelt on the bedroom floor, between my bare feet. He gently pried my knees apart, and he leaned forward. He kissed my clit. After thirty-five days since he last kissed me there, it took about twenty minutes for my love button to start its rhythmic quivering.
Avoiding my inner walls, per Doctor N’s instructions, Ted’s tongue began licking up and down my clit. Then he licked slow circles on my clit, and finally alternating linear and circular licks. My thighs began to tremble like an earthquake. My knees locked around his neck, my pussy opened, and my clit was showing off like a stripper on stage, down to just her high heels.
When my clit became hard as a diamond and pulsating about fifteen times per second, he sucked it up into his mouth. His teeth began with gentle clit nibbles, between kisses, licks, and sucking. I ground my wet, open, hungry pussy harder and harder against his handsome face. His kisses and licks on my clit grew ever more insistent.
How do I describe the sound my mouth was making? If you’ve never heard a woman on the cusp of non-stop orgasm, you can’t even imagine it. I was moaning, panting, purring, cooing, and sighing. All at the same time. All blended into one single sound.
My motions were a combination of hips swaying side to side, ass raising and lowering, thighs quivering like Jello, and breaths in deep inhaling and exhaling.
After about thirty minutes of my man loving my clit, my back arched up high, and my whole body began to tremble. And I began to ooze all over my man’s handsome face. I oozed and oozed and oozed, for a good five or six minutes. Amazingly, my clit was not the least bit sore. And that one long orgasm hadn’t caused my pussy any pain.
That was Thursday night. It is now Saturday morning. And my man has kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled my clit through about fifteen orgasms since then. The best was when I sat in a chair. Ted gently clasped my ankles, raising my legs straight vertically above my head. I wriggled my torso until it was horizontal across the seat of the chair, from ass to shoulders, my legs rising straight up the back of the chair, and my head hanging upside-down over the chair.
In this position, Ted’s cock was in the perfect position to grab him with both hands, and work him straight down my throat. My pussy was perfectly positioned for his soft, gentle, loving, and endless kisses. Neither of us wanted this moment to end, but he knew I couldn’t long withstand his merciless clit nibbles.
“I’m gonna Cum!” I screamed in his ear.
“Me too!” he whispered.
My lips sealed around his enormous cock, and I sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Just as he began to explode down my throat, his teeth gently bit into my pulsating clit. Neither of us stopped until we had put four loads on each other’s faces.
I still have to wait another twenty-two days. before my pussy gets fucked again. But I’m loving that I don’t just get to drink my husband’s orgasms. But he also gets to drink my orgasms again. Happy days are here again
So, you all will excuse me if I sign off from this story now, so I can come all over my man’s handsome face for the sixteenth time in two-and-a-half days.
