This is not my story. I post it with permission from Emma Scarlett. She has started writing stories on her onlyfans- and it’s free.
Emma had always thought her life was picture-perfect. She was a sophomore in college, studying psychology, with a boyfriend she’d been with since high school. She had a body that made nearly every guy stare, triple D’s, tiny waist, and an ass so fat that it was remarkable how perky and round it was.
Mark, her boyfriend, was the epitome of a nice guy—tall and lean from his spot on the track team, with a boyish smile and a business major that promised a stable future. They went on cute dates, held hands in the quad, and whispered “I love you” before falling asleep in each other’s arms. But lately, their sex life had felt… routine. Missionary under the covers, a few minutes of thrusting, and then cuddling. Emma loved Mark deeply, but a couple of fleeting hookups from her freshman year—wild, uninhibited encounters with guys who pushed her boundaries—had planted seeds of curiosity. She found herself daydreaming about more intensity, more dominance, something that made her body ache in the best way… in ways Mark never did.
One evening, Emma met up with her best friend Wendy for dinner at a cozy Italian spot off-campus. Wendy, ever the free spirit, was dishing about her latest adventures. “Girl, you have no idea,” Wendy said, leaning in with a wicked grin as she twirled her pasta. “I’ve been dating these black guys lately, and let me tell you—it’s a game-changer. Their cocks are just… bigger. Like, way bigger. I cum so hard I see stars. And they’re so dominant, you know? None of these worries about being a gentleman or being sweet.. just fucking. Athletic as hell, with these muscular bodies that make you feel tiny and taken care of. Or taken over and destroyed, depending on the night.” Emma blushed, sipping her water,, but Wendy’s words lingered like a forbidden whisper. Emma tried to act like this was just a funny curiosity, but the more she heard from Wendy, the more she felt her clit start to swell. She reached out and reached down and rubbed her pussy through her jeans before she even started the ignition to her car. Something was changing.
That night, alone in her dorm while Mark was at a late study session, Emma couldn’t shake it. She locked her door, dimmed the lights, and pulled up her laptop. A quick search for “BBC” flooded her screen with news stories…. Wrong BBC she chuckled. She added “cock” and then she hit the mother load…. videos—massive black cocks stretching tight white pussies, women moaning in ecstasy… muscular men pounding… pussy, throats, asses…. Her hand slipped between her legs as she watched, rubbing her clit in slow circles. The intensity, the size, the raw power—it was intoxicating. She came harder than she had in months, biting her lip to stifle her gasps.
It became a secret habit. She would have sex with Mark and then go in the bathroom to explore. More and more she didn’t even want Mark to fuck her, she just wanted him to eat her pussy while she closed her eyes and daydream about the porn she watched or about Wendy taking muscular BBC. Some of the images in her mind were frightening. One day she came imagining servicing a huge BBC with Wendy. Another day she came imagining she got pregnant with a black baby. Overtime her favorite idea was servicing the entire basketball team of 10 inch cocks… rotating in every hole.
Over the next few weeks, Emma dove deeper. She ordered a realistic BBC dildo online, discreetly packaged, and hid it in her drawer. Sex with Mark remained vanilla: he’d kiss her neck, slide in gently, eat her until she came to her BBC fantasy or just faked it so he would stop. He would finish with a satisfied sigh. Emma would fake a smile, tell him it was great, then excuse herself to the bathroom. There, she’d prop her phone against the sink, queue up another BBC video—maybe one with a muscular guy pounding a petite blonde—and ease the dildo inside her. At first, it was shallow thrusts, but soon she was pushing it deeper, imagining it was real, her pussy clenching around the thick silicone as she watched the screen. “Fuck me harder,” she’d whisper to herself, mimicking the porn stars, her orgasms building until she had to clamp a hand over her mouth. Over the months, her pussy wanted it deeper and deeper. Eventually, all 9 inches could get slammed balls deep. Over these weeks, her feelings for Mark started to…. Change. He seemed pathetic. Weak. Almost feminine. Fights became more frequent. Sex became shorter and even less satisfying. She counted herself tempted to use all sorts of slurs every time he annoyed her. He was so fucking weak.
The turning point came at a frat party one Friday night. Mark and Emma had arrived together, but tensions flared early. He’d been distant lately, buried in exams, and when Emma had had some drinks, she mde a joke about her and Mark spicing things up in bed with a threesome with one of the basketball players, he brushed it off with a laugh. “Babe, we’re fine,” he said. His insecurity eventually escalated into a full-blown argument by the fire—Mark accusing her of being ungrateful, Emma calling him boring. He stormed out, leaving her fuming and alone. Screw it, she thought, grabbing another red Solo cup of jungle juice. The drink burned warm in her veins as the music thumped louder. Emma was not going home unsatisfied tonight!
That’s when she spotted Sean. He towered over the crowd at 6’5”, a star basketball player with arms like tree trunks and a round, firm ass that strained against his jeans. His dark skin gleamed under the party lights, muscles rippling as he moved. Emma found herself drifting toward him on the dance floor, their bodies syncing to the beat. She pressed against him, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the bulge of his biceps. Her hands roamed boldly—over his broad shoulders, down to that perfect round muscle ass. Sean grinned down at her, his eyes knowing. He treated her almost like an object. Looking at her tits and ass more than her face. Groping her body without permission. Moving her so that he could feel whatever he wanted. After a few songs, Emma could feel moisture dripping down her thick thighs. as he jiggled her ass in his huge hands, he assured her that she was “such a good white bitch…” Emma felt her pussy turn to fire between her legs….
As they grinded closer, her leg brushed against his crotch, and she felt it: a massive, thickening cock straining against his pants. Her pussy throbbed instantly.
Without a word, Sean grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking. He didn’t ask; he commanded. “On your knees, white girl,” he growled, unzipping his fly. Emma dropped eagerly, her heart pounding. Out sprang his cock—thick, veined, easily 10 inches and girthier than her dildo. It bobbed in front of her face, the head already glistening with pre-cum. She wrapped her lips around it, stretching her mouth wide as she could. Sean gripped her hair, guiding her deeper. “Suck it like you mean it,” he said, thrusting into her throat. Emma gagged at first, tears pricking her eyes, but the fullness, the musky taste, the dominance—it ignited something primal. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling, hands stroking what wouldn’t fit. Her clit pulsed untouched, building pressure until—oh god—she came hard, her body shuddering as waves crashed over her. Juices soaked her panties as she moaned around his shaft.
Sean laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. “Damn, you came just sucking my dick? You gonna be a good little snowbunny.” He pulled out with a pop, his cock slick with her saliva, even bigger than her toy back home.
“Please,” Emma begged, voice hoarse, “fuck me. I need it inside me.”
He smirked, lifting her effortlessly onto the sink counter. Her skirt hiked up, panties yanked aside. With one hand under her ass, he lined up and thrust—all the way in. Inches deeper than her dildo had ever gone, stretching her walls to the limit. Pain and pleasure exploded; she glanced at the mirror, seeing her reflection: face contorted, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream as her body convulsed. Orgasm hit instantly, her pussy clamping down, legs shaking uncontrollably. “Fuck, yes!” she cried.
Sean didn’t hold back. He pounded into her, each thrust slamming deep, his balls slapping against her. You fucked her like a man who could give a shit about her. Emma screamed—loud, unrestrained moans echoing off the tiles—for the next 15 minutes. “Harder! Oh god, you’re so big!” Outside, she could hear muffled laughter, knocks on the door, voices joking: “Someone’s getting wrecked in there!” But she didn’t care; the world narrowed to his cock reshaping her, owning her. Sean fucked her in ways she had never imagined. Calling her a bitch, a slut, a greedy white whore… while he pummeled her like a fleshlight up and down on his monster dick. He mauled her fat ass and slapped her tits and face mocking how dick hungry she was- how pathetic she was.
Finally, he growled, pulling out. “Knees.” Emma slid down, face upturned. He stroked himself twice, then erupted—thick ropes of cum splattering across her cheeks, lips, forehead. It was hot, sticky, endless. Without bothering to pull up his pants, cock still semi-hard and dangling, Sean grabbed her by the neckf firmly… and opened the door. He pushed her out into the hallway, where a crowd of his friends waited. “Check out this bitch I just glazed,” he laughed, fist-bumping them as flashes went off—phones capturing her cum-coated face, her disheveled clothes. Whistles and cheers erupted.
Humiliated and aroused, Emma bolted to the other bathroom down the hall. She locked herself in, staring at her reflection: cum dripping in white streaks. She started wiping it off with a paper towel, but curiosity won. Scooping a glob onto her fingers, she tasted it—salty, musky, addictive. Her other hand dipped between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit. “Mmm,” she moaned, eating more as she fingered herself, building to another climax. It hit fast, her knees buckling.
Her phone buzzed—a snap from Mark. She opened it: a video of him in his car, eyes red, tears streaming. “Emma, please, I’m sorry. Come home.” Seeing his vulnerability, his pain, twisted something inside her. Guilt mixed with thrill; her fingers moved faster on her swollen kitty, and just like that, she came again—hard…, squirting onto the floor as she gasped and shook.
Cum still glistening on her face, she snapped a selfie back: her messy, satisfied grin. Caption: “We are done.” Send
Emma had always thought her life was picture-perfect. She was a sophomore in college, studying psychology, with a boyfriend she’d been with since high school. She had a body that made nearly every guy stare, triple D’s, tiny waist, and an ass so fat that it was remarkable how perky and round it was.
Mark, her boyfriend, was the epitome of a nice guy—tall and lean from his spot on the track team, with a boyish smile and a business major that promised a stable future. They went on cute dates, held hands in the quad, and whispered “I love you” before falling asleep in each other’s arms. But lately, their sex life had felt… routine. Missionary under the covers, a few minutes of thrusting, and then cuddling. Emma loved Mark deeply, but a couple of fleeting hookups from her freshman year—wild, uninhibited encounters with guys who pushed her boundaries—had planted seeds of curiosity. She found herself daydreaming about more intensity, more dominance, something that made her body ache in the best way… in ways Mark never did.
One evening, Emma met up with her best friend Wendy for dinner at a cozy Italian spot off-campus. Wendy, ever the free spirit, was dishing about her latest adventures. “Girl, you have no idea,” Wendy said, leaning in with a wicked grin as she twirled her pasta. “I’ve been dating these black guys lately, and let me tell you—it’s a game-changer. Their cocks are just… bigger. Like, way bigger. I cum so hard I see stars. And they’re so dominant, you know? None of these worries about being a gentleman or being sweet.. just fucking. Athletic as hell, with these muscular bodies that make you feel tiny and taken care of. Or taken over and destroyed, depending on the night.” Emma blushed, sipping her water,, but Wendy’s words lingered like a forbidden whisper. Emma tried to act like this was just a funny curiosity, but the more she heard from Wendy, the more she felt her clit start to swell. She reached out and reached down and rubbed her pussy through her jeans before she even started the ignition to her car. Something was changing.
That night, alone in her dorm while Mark was at a late study session, Emma couldn’t shake it. She locked her door, dimmed the lights, and pulled up her laptop. A quick search for “BBC” flooded her screen with news stories…. Wrong BBC she chuckled. She added “cock” and then she hit the mother load…. videos—massive black cocks stretching tight white pussies, women moaning in ecstasy… muscular men pounding… pussy, throats, asses…. Her hand slipped between her legs as she watched, rubbing her clit in slow circles. The intensity, the size, the raw power—it was intoxicating. She came harder than she had in months, biting her lip to stifle her gasps.
It became a secret habit. She would have sex with Mark and then go in the bathroom to explore. More and more she didn’t even want Mark to fuck her, she just wanted him to eat her pussy while she closed her eyes and daydream about the porn she watched or about Wendy taking muscular BBC. Some of the images in her mind were frightening. One day she came imagining servicing a huge BBC with Wendy. Another day she came imagining she got pregnant with a black baby. Overtime her favorite idea was servicing the entire basketball team of 10 inch cocks… rotating in every hole.
Over the next few weeks, Emma dove deeper. She ordered a realistic BBC dildo online, discreetly packaged, and hid it in her drawer. Sex with Mark remained vanilla: he’d kiss her neck, slide in gently, eat her until she came to her BBC fantasy or just faked it so he would stop. He would finish with a satisfied sigh. Emma would fake a smile, tell him it was great, then excuse herself to the bathroom. There, she’d prop her phone against the sink, queue up another BBC video—maybe one with a muscular guy pounding a petite blonde—and ease the dildo inside her. At first, it was shallow thrusts, but soon she was pushing it deeper, imagining it was real, her pussy clenching around the thick silicone as she watched the screen. “Fuck me harder,” she’d whisper to herself, mimicking the porn stars, her orgasms building until she had to clamp a hand over her mouth. Over the months, her pussy wanted it deeper and deeper. Eventually, all 9 inches could get slammed balls deep. Over these weeks, her feelings for Mark started to…. Change. He seemed pathetic. Weak. Almost feminine. Fights became more frequent. Sex became shorter and even less satisfying. She counted herself tempted to use all sorts of slurs every time he annoyed her. He was so fucking weak.
The turning point came at a frat party one Friday night. Mark and Emma had arrived together, but tensions flared early. He’d been distant lately, buried in exams, and when Emma had had some drinks, she mde a joke about her and Mark spicing things up in bed with a threesome with one of the basketball players, he brushed it off with a laugh. “Babe, we’re fine,” he said. His insecurity eventually escalated into a full-blown argument by the fire—Mark accusing her of being ungrateful, Emma calling him boring. He stormed out, leaving her fuming and alone. Screw it, she thought, grabbing another red Solo cup of jungle juice. The drink burned warm in her veins as the music thumped louder. Emma was not going home unsatisfied tonight!
That’s when she spotted Sean. He towered over the crowd at 6’5”, a star basketball player with arms like tree trunks and a round, firm ass that strained against his jeans. His dark skin gleamed under the party lights, muscles rippling as he moved. Emma found herself drifting toward him on the dance floor, their bodies syncing to the beat. She pressed against him, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the bulge of his biceps. Her hands roamed boldly—over his broad shoulders, down to that perfect round muscle ass. Sean grinned down at her, his eyes knowing. He treated her almost like an object. Looking at her tits and ass more than her face. Groping her body without permission. Moving her so that he could feel whatever he wanted. After a few songs, Emma could feel moisture dripping down her thick thighs. as he jiggled her ass in his huge hands, he assured her that she was “such a good white bitch…” Emma felt her pussy turn to fire between her legs….
As they grinded closer, her leg brushed against his crotch, and she felt it: a massive, thickening cock straining against his pants. Her pussy throbbed instantly.
Without a word, Sean grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking. He didn’t ask; he commanded. “On your knees, white girl,” he growled, unzipping his fly. Emma dropped eagerly, her heart pounding. Out sprang his cock—thick, veined, easily 10 inches and girthier than her dildo. It bobbed in front of her face, the head already glistening with pre-cum. She wrapped her lips around it, stretching her mouth wide as she could. Sean gripped her hair, guiding her deeper. “Suck it like you mean it,” he said, thrusting into her throat. Emma gagged at first, tears pricking her eyes, but the fullness, the musky taste, the dominance—it ignited something primal. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling, hands stroking what wouldn’t fit. Her clit pulsed untouched, building pressure until—oh god—she came hard, her body shuddering as waves crashed over her. Juices soaked her panties as she moaned around his shaft.
Sean laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. “Damn, you came just sucking my dick? You gonna be a good little snowbunny.” He pulled out with a pop, his cock slick with her saliva, even bigger than her toy back home.
“Please,” Emma begged, voice hoarse, “fuck me. I need it inside me.”
He smirked, lifting her effortlessly onto the sink counter. Her skirt hiked up, panties yanked aside. With one hand under her ass, he lined up and thrust—all the way in. Inches deeper than her dildo had ever gone, stretching her walls to the limit. Pain and pleasure exploded; she glanced at the mirror, seeing her reflection: face contorted, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream as her body convulsed. Orgasm hit instantly, her pussy clamping down, legs shaking uncontrollably. “Fuck, yes!” she cried.
Sean didn’t hold back. He pounded into her, each thrust slamming deep, his balls slapping against her. You fucked her like a man who could give a shit about her. Emma screamed—loud, unrestrained moans echoing off the tiles—for the next 15 minutes. “Harder! Oh god, you’re so big!” Outside, she could hear muffled laughter, knocks on the door, voices joking: “Someone’s getting wrecked in there!” But she didn’t care; the world narrowed to his cock reshaping her, owning her. Sean fucked her in ways she had never imagined. Calling her a bitch, a slut, a greedy white whore… while he pummeled her like a fleshlight up and down on his monster dick. He mauled her fat ass and slapped her tits and face mocking how dick hungry she was- how pathetic she was.
Finally, he growled, pulling out. “Knees.” Emma slid down, face upturned. He stroked himself twice, then erupted—thick ropes of cum splattering across her cheeks, lips, forehead. It was hot, sticky, endless. Without bothering to pull up his pants, cock still semi-hard and dangling, Sean grabbed her by the neckf firmly… and opened the door. He pushed her out into the hallway, where a crowd of his friends waited. “Check out this bitch I just glazed,” he laughed, fist-bumping them as flashes went off—phones capturing her cum-coated face, her disheveled clothes. Whistles and cheers erupted.
Humiliated and aroused, Emma bolted to the other bathroom down the hall. She locked herself in, staring at her reflection: cum dripping in white streaks. She started wiping it off with a paper towel, but curiosity won. Scooping a glob onto her fingers, she tasted it—salty, musky, addictive. Her other hand dipped between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit. “Mmm,” she moaned, eating more as she fingered herself, building to another climax. It hit fast, her knees buckling.
Her phone buzzed—a snap from Mark. She opened it: a video of him in his car, eyes red, tears streaming. “Emma, please, I’m sorry. Come home.” Seeing his vulnerability, his pain, twisted something inside her. Guilt mixed with thrill; her fingers moved faster on her swollen kitty, and just like that, she came again—hard…, squirting onto the floor as she gasped and shook.
Cum still glistening on her face, she snapped a selfie back: her messy, satisfied grin. Caption: “We are done.” Send
