Sarah's Slutty Surrender to Her Hung Black Neighbor
by Thomas Spencer
Copyright© 2025 by Thomas Spencer
Erotica Sex Story: When busty divorcee Sarah spots her sexy new black neighbor Jamal moving in, her pent-up lust ignites into a scorching interracial fuckfest, where she begs for his massive cock in every position, embracing her inner whore under his dominant thrusts.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Rough Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex .
Sarah had been living in her cozy suburban house for about five years now, ever since her divorce from that boring accountant who couldn’t find her clit with a map and a flashlight. At 32, she was in her prime—curvy in all the right places, with long wavy auburn hair, green eyes that sparkled when she laughed, and a body she kept toned with yoga and the occasional jog. But lately, her nights had been lonely. She’d scroll through dating apps, but nothing clicked. She craved something real, something raw. And then, one sunny Saturday morning, he moved in next door.
From her kitchen window, Sarah watched as the moving truck pulled up. Boxes piled out, but her eyes locked on him—the new neighbor. Tall, at least 6’4”, with smooth dark skin that gleamed under the sun, broad shoulders straining against a tight white t-shirt, and muscles that rippled as he lifted heavy furniture like it was nothing. He had a shaved head, a neatly trimmed beard, and a smile that flashed white teeth when he joked with the movers. Damn, she thought, biting her lip. He was black, gorgeous, and looked like he could break her in half—in the best way possible.
Her pussy tingled just watching him. It had been months since she’d gotten laid properly, and this guy screamed “fuck me senseless.”
Sarah’s heart raced as she watched Jamal from her window, his strong black body glistening with sweat while he unloaded boxes next door. God, he was fine—tall, muscular, with that smooth dark skin she couldn’t stop staring at. Her pussy ached just thinking about him. She’d been so damn horny lately, fingering herself every night to thoughts of a guy like him taking charge. Divorced and alone, she needed this. Grabbing a plate of fresh-baked cookies, she smoothed her tight dress over her curves and headed over.
“Hey, neighbor,” she said with a flirty smile, holding out the plate. “I’m Sarah. Welcome to the hood.”
Jamal wiped his forehead and grinned, his eyes roaming her body hungrily. “Damn, thanks. I’m Jamal. These smell good ... you look even better.”
She laughed, stepping closer, her tits brushing his arm accidentally-on-purpose. “Need help unpacking? Or maybe just some company?”
His hand grazed her waist as he took the plate. “Company sounds perfect. Come in.”
Inside, the place was a mess of boxes, but they barely made it to the couch before she was in his lap, kissing him hard. His lips were full and demanding, tongue sliding into her mouth like he owned it. She ground against the huge bulge in his pants, moaning already. “Fuck, you’re big,” she whispered, her hands yanking at his shirt.
He chuckled deep in his throat, flipping her dress up and slapping her ass. “Horny little thing, aren’t you? Been wet for me all day?”
“Yes,” she gasped, unzipping him. His cock sprang out—thick, veiny, rock-hard, at least ten inches of dark meat. She stroked it, drooling. “I need this inside me now.”
Jamal lifted her like she was nothing and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her on the mattress. He stripped fast, his body a sculpted masterpiece. Sarah spread her legs wide, dress hiked up, no panties. “Come on, fuck me hard.”
He knelt between her thighs, rubbing his fat tip against her dripping slit. “Beg for it, slut.”
“Please, Jamal ... shove that big black cock in me!” He thrust forward, stretching her wide. She cried out, the burn turning to pure bliss as he filled her completely. He started pumping slow in missionary, his weight pinning her, hands gripping her wrists above her head.
“Oh god, it’s so deep,” she moaned, her pussy clenching around him. Every stroke hit that sweet spot, making her toes curl. He sped up, pounding her into the mattress, his balls slapping her ass.
“You love this dick, don’t you? Taking it like a good whore.” His voice was rough, dominant, and it made her even wetter.
“Yes! Harder, dominate me!” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits, her nipples hard and aching. She came first, screaming as waves of pleasure crashed through her, juices squirting out around his shaft.
He didn’t stop, just growled and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. “Ass up, baby.” She arched her back, presenting herself, and he slammed back in from behind, doggy style. His hands dug into her hips, yanking her back onto his cock with each brutal thrust.
“Fuck, yes! Pound me!” The new angle had him hitting her cervix, pain mixing with ecstasy. He spanked her ass hard, the sting making her pussy flutter. “Spank me again, daddy!”
He obliged, leaving her cheeks red and throbbing. “Shake that ass on my dick.” She pushed back, grinding, feeling every inch slide in and out. Another orgasm built fast, her clit throbbing. He reached around, rubbing it roughly, and she exploded, collapsing forward as she shook.
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