[M4AplayingF] (3 Plots Available) Hung, Uncut, Hood Black Bull looking for big tits/big asses to use ♠️

Dominant Ghetto Black Bull looking for big tits or huge asses to use. All races are invited as long as you got them large assets on you.

|| RULES - Read them before PMing me ||

1. My timezone is Pacific Standard Time.

2. Must be detailed. (Two paragraphs minimum)

3. No one-liners. Low-effort messages will be ignored.

4. When you message me–send me your real age, your race, kinks/limits, timezone and real gender. Failure to answer all will result in no reply.

5. Bring your own refs. Make sure they're NSFW and that catches the eyes.

6. Hyper physiques are allowed. (Tits, Asses, etc.)

7. 2D and/or real refs (+18) for your characters are welcomed.

8. I'm looking for females and futas to use.

9. First-person perspective, only

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|| Plot 1: Asian Massage Parlor ||

With the weekend coming soon and having nothing planned, I decided to call a local massage shop to book a session. I told them what I was looking for and they had me for the evening. I told them my budget and that we were going to negotiate in person. The next day on a Saturday afternoon, I show up to this place as there weren't any customers in the patient room. It looked like a slow day for these people and I signed in, writing my information and showing ID so that the receptionist could confirm that I'm 18. As I waited, an Asian chick told me to stand up and follow her through the curtains and down the hall to the last room on the left. I entered and she told me to wait a couple of minutes. I looked around the place to see a nice bed meant for massages and in the next room was a shower. It didn't take long before the same girl coming back, asking me questions on what I want just to confirm it to her boss. I had $60 to spend which turns out to be a 30-minute session for my back and abdomen areas. She took the money and told me that a different lady would meet with you shortly. I was asked to take my pants off and you finally arrived, the masseuse who would be working on me. You are someone in your (20-50s) with huge heavy breasts that are covered. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. You told me to lay on my stomach so you can start. I felt you working on my back, closing my eyes as you liked how smooth my skin was, liking the shape of my body that is very fit. 15 minutes later, you told me to turn around to work on my front side. You did the best that you can, making sure every dollar counts as that humongous bulge was getting in the way at times. When time was up, you told me you were done. I felt great, my body felt great and you took your gloves off. But it didn't end there as when you brought the tablet to give a review to the shop and to the worker (you), from 1 to 5 stars, I gave a 4 to you. I then told you if you wanted to earn more money without sharing the percentage with your boss? You were curious as I told I wanted a handjob out of you. You didn't want to go with it but when I pulled out a separate $80 dollars just for you, you thought in your head that you could make that in 2 minutes since guys cum fast. You left the room briefly to tell the other girls that you would be cleaning the room I'm in before coming back and locking the door. You were ready to start and the first thing I tell you to do besides bringing the lube was ordering you to pull those huge tits out.

|| Plot 2: Playing basketball in the Hood ||

You had a day off for once which happened to be the worst timing since all of your friends were busy that day. You didn't want to stay in the house and babysit your grandparents, so you decided to message me instead by asking what I was up to? I let you that I was at the park playing basketball and practicing my shots. Even though you weren't a big sports fan, this sounded much better than being at home and scrolling through Instagram. You got ready and put something on before meeting me there 20 minutes later. The park was a ghost town, maybe because it's located in the ghetto-ist side of the city where it's a heavy black community. And the second reason being, no one really uses this place since you need a car which many black folks don't have because of the poverty. You showed up wearing the tightest (pants or booty shorts) that you could find. You were ready to play some basketball and so we did. I went easy on you as the score to win was 10 points. You were just here for the hell of it and we got very touchy with each other midgame. Your eyes were looking down as you saw a massive silhouette through my basketball shorts just dangling anytime I had the ball. It became quite the distraction for you and all you could do in the last half of the game was think about it. Once I had one the match, you congratulated me sarcastically as if it wasn't obvious that I was going to win from the beginning. Since we made bets, you asked me what I wanted? I couldn't think of anything really until I mentioned maybe to get some steak nearby. You didn't like that idea and walked over to me, grabbing that long print with a tight grip, squeezing it hard as you gasped that this was actually my manhood. "No fucking way." You said, feeling it up as you look up at me, clearly giving the signal that you were in the mood for hood BBC.

|| Plot 3: Yoga Teacher spills the milk ||

You began to find success after opening up a small business with the help of your husband. He threw all his savings from the last 4 years into this idea you had and risked it all. You both lost money in the first four months, thinking of quitting but after doing some heavy advertisements with some sexual tactics like you posing slutty with your tight leggings hugging that huge ass of yours and revealing lots of cleavage on your Instagram posts, you now had around 30 customers. The subscriptions were around $15 per customer monthly. You knew that little by little, you'll be gaining more customers as long as your posts are more provocative and vulgar. Your man was the accountant, taking care of the numbers since you couldn't do everything on your own. Your husband hired 3 ladies become trainers as they had some kind of degree in fitness. You would work Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday with Wednesdays being your day off. You would sometimes work Saturday's if there were enough people for a class session. That's when I came into the picture about 8 months after you opened your business. You gave me a free trial first to convince me to join the class. I visited you two times as they were both 2-hour sessions. They were both done with a class of about 15 other customers. I felt the workout but I only did it since your advertisements were quiet sexy. After finishing up the second one, you told me to show up on coming Saturday so that we could work on something together since your husband would be away from the state on a business trip he had. I showed up that Saturday as this was more of a private meeting. We began with some warm-ups and stretches, you helping my arms and upper back feel the burn before taking a small break. You went to the kitchen where the staff makes and sells the protein shakes. You invited me over as we flirted around playfully by pushing each other and laughing. I opened the refrigerator to pull the milk out and with your clumsiness for not watching your back, you bump into me as the milks spills all over my crotch area on the shorts, staining me completely as you turned around to apologize. You were upset and at fault, using napkins to wipe it off as you were only making it worse. You were on your knees trying to get rid of it and didn't know what to do since you didn't have a spare pair of shorts, wondering that maybe you might have some pants in the garage. You then insisted to take my shorts off, asking for permission but not waiting on my confirmation as you went out on your own to pull them down since you didn't want them to smell. But you made a huge mistake when you noticed I wasn't wearing any underwear underneath it. The moment you pulled them down with a strong tug, a huge black cock comes slapping you across the face with fresh cold milk all over the thick veiny shaft as everything comes out as a surprise to you, your eyes widening as you have never seen a BBC before in person...

Kinks: skin tight outfits, provocative clothing, risky unprotected sex, risk of impregnation, risk of getting caught, risk of condom breaking, filling condoms, condom play, size play, outercourse play (all the 'jobs), sloppy blowjobs (receiving), lots of handjobs, dirty talk, lots of lube prep, pubic hairs, cheating, big asses, huge tits, cock-shocks (porn logic), anal (giving), watersports (giving), messy titfucks, big cumshots (giving), loud lewd sounds during oral, married women, free-use, musk.

Limits: scat, gore, vore, lack of dialogue/dirty talk, boring partners who say nothing, people who show me no effort or energy, one-liners