Big Black Bartender

"Can't we just stay in tonight?" Jason whined, not taking his eyes off the television.

"We talked about this, Jason... I want to go out more." I said sternly, finishing up my lipstick.

"Yeah... But a club downtown? That's just, you know, not somewhere I'd fit in." He said, still playing his game.

"But it's somewhere I'll have fun. And you'd have fun too if you'd just cut loose a little." I replied, slipping into a tight red dress.

"I just... I don't know, Tonya." He mumbled.

"I'm going Jason, you can come with me if you want but I'm getting really tired of arguing about this." I spat, strapping on my black heels and checking my reflection one last time.

Jason threw on a hoodie and reluctantly followed me out of the apartment. Jason drove because he wasn't planning to drink, and he complained all the way. To be honest, I'd been thinking about breaking it off with him for a while. There were a lot of reasons to do it, and a lot of reasons not to.

On one hand, I was comfortable. Jason was easy to live with and I had absolutely no idea how to be single. On the other hand however, he didn't make me happy. He didn't fulfill me. It wasn't all about sex, but that was a big part of the problem.

Jason had no stamina, like, at all. He had no staying power. He always, and I mean always, came before I could. It didn't help that his package left so much to be desired. It hadn't taken me long to realize that Jason's little pink thing would never get me off. He was kind though, and he could eat pussy with the best of them, so I did always climax eventually. It wasn't the same though. It wasn't what I wanted and that was seriously putting a strain on the rest of our relationship.

I loved him though, I really did, and that left me in a tough spot. That's the main reason I wanted to go out that night. I thought a night on the town, drinking and living it up would either help us reconnect or give me the liquid courage to finally do something about it. All told, it sorta did both.

The club was packed and loud, and Jason wasn't feeling it at first, but after a few drinks and a little dancing, he started to mellow out a little. Halfway through the night, and we were actually starting to have a lot of fun. Jason was getting pretty wasted and I wasn't very far behind him. The bartender had been slipping me free drinks for most of the night, and we'd been making small talk in between songs. It was the sort of thing that would have probably made Jason jealous right away had he been sober enough to notice.

The bartender's name was Maurice, and he might have been the hottest man I'd ever spoken to. Had I not been so drunk, I might have been a little quicker to rebuff his obvious flirtation, but at first I told myself that he was just fishing for tips. After a while though, we started talking about more serious stuff. He listened to me prattle on about what I wanted to do with my life and how I felt stuck sometimes.

"You're not stuck, Tonya. You're being held back. You're not getting what you want, and I can tell you why." He said, looking at me sympathetically.

"I don't know what you mean." I said, growing aware that this conversation was becoming a little too personal.

I glanced over at my boyfriend, he was tipping back another shot, and staring blankly at the wall of bottles. His face was fire engine red, and his eyes were glazed over.

"Yes you do. You're too good for him." Maurice said, nodding towards Jason.

"That's not funny." I countered, feeling defensive because it hit way too close to home.

"I'm serious, Tonya, you're the sexiest woman in this club. I don't just say things I don't mean." Maurice said, leaning close so that I could hear him over the thumping music.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, built like a linebacker. When he mixed my drink, I found myself watching his big, strong hands glide deftly over the bottles and shakers. His deep brown eyes seemed to bore into my soul when he looked at me, and his smile made my knees weak. When I took what had to be my fifth drink from him, our hands touched and I couldn't help but stare at the way his big dark hand contrasted with my small white one. He closed his hand around mine and traced small circles in my palm with his thumb. I opened my mouth to object, but then closed it.

"You should come back to my place. My shift is almost over and I don't want to stop talking to you." He said softly.

My heart was racing, I wanted to say no but I couldn't find the words. I tried to politely decline, to make some sort of excuse, but I couldn't. Instead, I just blushed and looked over at Jason. He was face-down on the bar, out like a light. Maurice had been slipping him free drinks all night too, and he'd hit his limit half an hour ago.

"He can come too, if that's what you're wondering. I have a really comfortable couch where he can sleep this off." Maurice said with a soft chuckle.

I looked down and saw that he was still holding my hand. I pulled my hand away and smiled, shame starting to build up inside me. I looked back over at my boyfriend, a puddle of drool was forming where his lips met the bar. Some drunk guy bumped into him and spilled a drink down the back of his hoodie, ice and all, but Jason didn't move.

"I don't know, I think we should just go home." I stammered, looking back at Jason again.

"I live right around the block from here. He can sleep it off, and I'll bring you guys back up to your car in the morning. It would be irresponsible of me to let either of you drive home like this anyway." He said, his voice turning stern.

Something about the shift in his voice made me nervous, but it also excited me. Seeing no other option, I agreed, and helped Maurice carry Jason to his car. We loaded my unconscious boyfriend into the back seat of Maurice's Lincoln, and I sat upfront.

Maurice lived quite a bit farther from the bar than I'd assumed, and as we drove down the dark city streets, he placed one big hand on my exposed thigh and squeezed. It sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race. In spite of myself, I let out a small moan. Maurice took my reaction as an invitation, and slid his hand up my dress. I thought about stopping him, but I didn't. When his big fingers found my clit, I gasped. I was already soaking wet, and this goaded the black bartender on. As we turned down another street I didn't recognize, he slid a finger inside me. I moaned louder, and Jason started to stir in the back seat.

"What's... Hey... What's goin' on?" My boyfriend mumbled from behind me.

"Nothing you need to worry about, go back to sleep." Maurice said calmly, not stopping what he was doing for a second.

When we pulled up to his house, he turned to me. He placed a hand on my neck, pulled me close and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss was deep, passionate, thrilling. It made me tremble.

"Let's get Jason tucked in, and I'll make us some more drinks." He said, smiling.

"I'd like that." I admitted, very conscious of how turned on I was.

Any shame or misgivings I would have had about all of this, were absolutely dwarfed by the combination of dissatisfaction with Jason and rampant intoxication. I was ready to throw caution to the wind and let whatever happened, happen. Damn the consequences.

Maurice carried Jason into the house like a child, and laid him down on a big white couch in the middle of his living room. Then he draped a black blanket over him and dimmed the lights. He took my arm and guided me into the kitchen. From the bar, I could see Jason sleeping heavily. Maurice mixed a pair of drinks and handed me one. I looked him over again and smiled. He was gorgeous. Tall, muscular and bald, with a smile that could kill. That wasn't all though, as my gaze crept down, I noticed his massive bulge and found that I couldn't look away. I felt my face flush at the sight of it.

"You going to stare at it all night, or do you want to touch it?" He asked, taking my free hand in his.

"I uh..." I managed to stammer before looking away.

Then I felt it. He pulled my hand to his crotch and pressed it against his cock. I could feel it's length and girth through his jeans. I could feel the heat radiating off of it. I was overcome with an incredible desire to drop to my knees right then and there.

"Bigger than your boyfriend's?" He asked with a warm laugh.

I nodded.

"You want to see it?" He asked, sliding my hand across it.

I nodded again, unable to stop myself. I'd reached the point of no return. This was happening, and I couldn't stop it now.

"I need to hear you say it, I'm not on some non-consensual shit." He replied sternly.

"I want to see it." I whispered, and then swallowed hard, trying to choke back my growing fear.

He smiled and released my hand. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I knocked back my drink to calm my nerves and watched with growing desire.

Once free of its denim confines, Maurice's huge cock hung half erect in the dim light of the kitchen. It was incredible just to look at. Easily three times the length of my boyfriend's cock, and almost impossibly thick. It hung in the air like an unanswered question, and before I could think, I'd dropped to my knees and wrapped both hands around it.

"You sure you want to do this?" He asked quietly, smiling in a way that let me know he knew the answer.

I responded by running my tongue along the base of that huge cock, slowly. Then I stretched my mouth around the head and started to suck. He put his big hands in my hair and moaned softly. I sucked and licked the mammoth black cock, and stroked it with both hands. I pulled back, spit on it, and then slurped my spit back off of it. The taste of him was intoxicating. The way he filled my mouth was exhilarating. There was just so much I could do with his cock that I couldn't with Jason's little thing. This was a real cock, after all. This is what a cock was supposed to be like. Big and thick and hot and powerful. I took it as deep as I could. I took it until I gagged and my mascara ran. I choked myself on his big, black cock, and I loved it. I rubbed it on my face, reveling in feeling the wet heat on my skin. Then I slapped it on my tongue, and stroked it while I licked his heavy balls. I was lost in the ecstasy of it all. I was on my knees worshiping this black man's massive cock when I heard a voice speak up from behind me, dragging me out of heaven.

"Tonya! What the fuck!" Jason shouted, his words slurring.

"Jason-" I started, but Maurice cut me off.

"You best go sit the fuck back down, White Boy." Maurice growled, tensing his hands.

"That's my girlfriend, asshole!" Jason cried.

"Yeah? She's not acting' like your girlfriend right now, is she?" Maurice retorted, placing a hand on my head.

"Tonya, get off the floor and come on, we're leaving!" My boyfriend demanded.

"Hold on, this is just-" I started, but Maurice interrupted me again.

"Man, she don't want your limp little white dick. Not after she's seen what a real man's got." Maurice laughed.

"I'm her fuckin' boyfriend!" Jason stammered.

"Maybe she doesn't need a boyfriend, maybe she needs a man." Maurice said, cupping his hand on my cheek.

The way he worded it made me think about our conversation at the club. Everything started to fall into place. I knew what he'd been trying to tell me. I knew why I'd agreed to come back to his place. I knew that this wasn't a moment of weakness, but a moment of triumph. A decision that would change my life forever.

"Tonya..." Jason mewled.

"Go sit down, Jason." I said, sternly.

"Tonya, I..." He whimpered, his voice cracking.

"I don't think you understood the lady, maybe I can help. Drop your pants." Maurice said, in that stern, commanding voice.

Jason made a choked sound, but didn't respond. This had gone completely off the rails. I knew there was no fixing this. Deep down inside, I didn't want to fix this. It wasn't broken, the balance had just changed. So, after just a moment's hesitation I went with my heart.

"Drop your fucking pants, Jason. Right now." I said, harshly.

My boyfriend did as he was commanded, and his little pink dick was hard and twitching. Instinct drove me to action. My body was acting on its own. My libido was calling the shots now, and millinia of mating instinct had made a woman's libido wise. I reached out and touched my boyfriend's little thing with two fingers. A short, barking laugh escaped me.mHis little dick twitched pathetically in my fingers.

"Why would I ever chose this..." I said, squeezing the little pink thing, "When I can have this?"

I stroked Maurice's huge cock slowly, and Jason watched. His eyes were wide, his jaw hung open in disbelief, but he was silent.

"Now, Jason, Baby, go sit down. Not on the couch, on the floor. Maurice is going to fuck me, and you're going to watch." I said, squeezing his little dick again.

"Yeah, 'lil boy, go sit your ass down. I'm gonna show you how a real man fucks a fine woman like this." Maurice said, slapping my ass as I stood up beside him.

Jason walked quietly back to the living room and sat down in front of the couch. He didn't even bother to pull his pants back up. I watched his little dick bounce as he walked, and I couldn't hold back laughing. Maurice wrapped his hands around my breasts and squeezed, kneading them as he kissed my neck from behind. I felt his huge, hard cock pressing against my ass. I turned to face him, and we kissed again, tongues exploring each other's mouths as he pressed our bodies together with his strong arms. He helped me out of my dress, and pulled his tight shirt off. Then, naked except for my underwear and heels, I walked over to the couch and stood in front of Jason.

I slipped out of my bra, taking it slow so that both of them could enjoy the show. Then I dropped it into Jason's lap and pressed my breasts together and bit my lip at Maurice. I turned my back to Jason and bent over the couch, shaking my ass in his face.

"Help me out of this thong, won't you sweetie?" I cooed, the act of humiliating my boyfriend becoming increasingly arousing.

Jason made another quiet whimpering sound, but his shaky hands found the thong and slowly pulled it down. I looked over my shoulder and saw Maurice step up behind Jason. Completely nude, every inch of his ebony frame rippled with muscle. I made a mental note to ask him how often he worked out. He was like a work of art, a statue carved of some god. I looked at the huge cock swinging between his legs, and I knew what he was the god of. He placed his hands roughly in Jason's hair and pushed his face into my still shaking ass. I followed suit, pushing back with my hips and grinding my ass in Jason's face.

"Get her pussy good and ready for me, White Boy." Maurice commanded, holding Jason's head firm.

Jason did as he was told, eating me out like his life depended on it. He was always so good at that part anyway. It was nice knowing that he still had a role to play even though things were changing so fast. He gripped my thighs with trembling hands and plunged his tongue deep inside me. He licked, slurped and explored with his tongue. Bit gently, and sucked at the lips, while rubbing his face in the wetness of me. My whole body shook, and I felt a flood pour out of me. Maurice pulled him back by the hair and sat down on the couch. He waved his big cock in the air and grinned. I didn't need any more explanation, turning to face my boyfriend, I climbed on the black bartender's huge cock.

The feeling was nearly indescribable. The way the length and girth of his monster cock stretched my pussy sent an electric current of pain and pleasure jolting through my entire body. As he filled me, really filled me, I experienced what Jason had never gotten me close to. I had a screaming penetrative orgasm. My legs shook and I lost my balance, gravity driving his massive cock deeper inside me before I could catch myself. I came again, screaming louder in sheer disbelief at the unimaginable pleasure I was experiencing. Nothing I'd ever experienced had ever come close to this. No amount of oral, no toy, no fantasy, nothing could live up to the feeling of Maurice's big black cock stretching out my little white pussy. My head swam and I saw stars. It was hard to breath, hard to think. Maurice reached around my waist and stroked my clit, sending fireworks of pleasure exploding through me. I started to bounce on his huge cock, rhythmically rocking my hips and riding wave after wave of mind-blowing bliss.

When my head started to clear, I looked at Jason. His eyes were wet with tears, but he was staring straight at us, stroking his pathetic little cock. Something primal rose up inside me. The sight of his commingled humiliation and uncontrollable self-pleasure heightened my enthusiasm. Somewhere deep in my subconscious, I learned something immutable about human nature. I learned what it meant to be a primal animal choosing a mate. The revelation sent me into a fervor, and I rode the bigger, black cock harder and faster, letting Jason's disgrace feed me.

The joy, the delirium of it all was so all encompassing, but it wasn't enough. Not yet. I had to take it further. I had to have more.

"Like what you see, Jason?" I moaned, rocking my hips more exaggeratedly.

"I bet he does, pathetic Cuck." Maurice said, grabbing my breast and looking over my shoulder at my boyfriend.

Jason looked down at his little cock, and then slowly returned his gaze to the show I was putting on for him. I threw my head back in exaltation as another world-shattering orgasm rocked my body.

"Tell him how it feels to be fucked by a real man." Maurice growled, his lips touching my ear.

"It feels so good..." I moaned. "God, I love it so much!"

"That little white dick's never going to be enough for you again, is it?" He asked, locking eyes with my boyfriend.

"It never was!" I screamed, orgasming again. "It never was enough!"

"You're never going back to white cock, are you?" He asked, standing up and taking me with him.

I was borne aloft, held up by the black bartender's big, strong arms. He started to lift and drop me, bouncing me again and again on his huge cock. Impaling me to the limit of my depth, each bounce forcing a high pitched squeal from me. I saw stars, and I screamed my assertion that I'd never go back. I pledged my eternal fealty to bigger, better black cock in ragged shrieks of wordless exaltation.

"Tonya..." I heard Jason moan as a few pitiful dribbles of cum leaked from the tip of his little pink dick.

"Little Cuck can't even cum like a man." Maurice growled, turning to face the couch without breaking the bouncing rhythm that kept me rolling in ecstasy.

He lifted me off of his cock, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming emptiness. I felt hollow, and I ached to be filled again. Maurice placed my feet back on the ground and pushed me forward. I braced myself on the couch, eagerly awaiting that big cock sliding back where it belonged. He slapped his wet, heavy rod on my ass and I moaned in anticipation.

"Get over here, White Boy. I want you to see this." He commanded, grabbing my hair with his free hand.

I looked over my shoulder and watched Jason crawl reluctantly to my side. In the dim light, I could see that his hand was still wet with his feeble drippings. I started to feel sorry for him again, but my need to feel that big cock inside me again completely dwarfed my sympathy.

"Lay down between your girl's legs, Cuck. I want you to see everything." Maurice growled, still slapping my ass with his monster cock.

"I uh... Tonya... I..." Jason mewled, looking down at his limp dick.

"If you want more of this black cock, you'll tell your boyfriend to do what I said." Maurice said sternly, teasing my aching opening with the broad head of his cock.