It was a fantasy I’d never told anyone, a secret desire that lived in the back of my mind. I’d always been fascinated by the idea of being surrounded by powerful, muscular black men, each one with a thick, throbbing cock, all focused on me.

In my fantasy, I’m the center of attention, naked and on my knees in the middle of a circle of these men. Their cocks are massive, larger than anything I’ve ever taken before, and the sight of them makes me drip with anticipation. They’re all hard, eager, and ready to use me however they want.

One by one, they take turns fucking my mouth, filling it completely, their girths stretching my lips as they push deeper. I can barely breathe, but the thrill of being used by them, of pleasing them, drives me wild. I imagine them pulling me onto a bed, spreading my legs wide, and filling every hole at once.

The pressure of their cocks inside me, the sensation of being stretched and filled beyond my limits, is overwhelming. I can feel the intensity of their thrusts, their hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto them as they fuck me harder and harder.

The fantasy always ends the same way: with me covered in their cum, completely used and utterly satisfied, a mess of pleasure and exhaustion. It’s a dirty, taboo thought, but it’s mine, and just thinking about it makes me wet.