Black Stud Making Me Squirt on the Steps

We had met at an interracial swing party and agreed to get together soon. He was so hot, tall, deep dark choclate with a cock that was hard as a rock. I couldn't wait to see him again. I arrived at his house wearing thigh high stockings, and a lace teddy under my coat. I rang the door bell and waited. Upon opening it, he smiled, but said notthing. He lead me to the couch, and sat down. I sat next to him. He looked into my eyes, played with my hair, gripping it firmly. As he did, I took off my coat, so he could see my outfit. "Nice," he said, moving his hand down to stroke my breasts and the lace leading down to my pussy. "Wet?" he asked. He gently pushed me back on the sofa, and pinched my nipples through the material. Then took out one breast and sucked on it, then the other. I started to moan and move my hips, wanting him to finger my pussy. Turning me over so my ass was in the air and my head facedown in the couch, he admired my ass. Then with a good swift motion he smacked it hard. "Ouch," I said. He smacked the other side. Taking both ass cheeks in his smooth hands, he spread them apart, and buried his head rimming my hole, while putting his hand on my clit. Finding my other hole, he slowly pushed a finger in, then two, then three. I pushed back against him as he made me cum for the first of many times. "I want ur cock," I told him. He let me turn around, still on my knees. He came around to the sofa, sat down and placed his massively hard cock in my mouth, telling me to take it down my throat. Using both hands, I carassed it from the base of his cock up to the tip, then took it into my mouth. I could feel him relax into the sofa, enjoying the feeling of my wet lips around the head of his cock. He put his hands on my head, urging me to take more of him in my mouth, pushing until it hit the back of my throat, seeing how much I could take. It was big - at least eight or nine inches, and thick, the fingers of my small hands barely wrapping around it. I pulled back, coating his cock with my spit, running my hands up with my mouth. "Let's go upstairs," he said. We both stood and he started to lead the way. At the steps, he motioned for me to go first. As I reached the third step, I felt his hand on my ass, then one on my pussy. I stopped, bending over on the steps to feel his hands on me. He shoved his hand in my pussy, at least three fingers, I pushed back on them - again moaning. Then he replaced his hand with his cock, filling my pussy, shoving it in while I steadied myself on the steps. He reached around and grapped one of my tits, squeezing the nipple. Sliding in and out of me, he was about to make me cum again. "Fuck," I said, you're going to make me explode," (not wanting to squirt my juices all over his rug). He didn't care, "Go ahead, cum for me." He took his cock out and slapped it on my clit, know full well this would make me squirt all over. I exploded, juices flowing out of me, over his cock and onto the steps. He encouraged me - telling me to cum, cum on his cock, slapping my clit and pussy with his hard dick. I nearly collapsed, but he steadied me with his hand. Finally we made our way upstairs and to the bed, where after he made me cum about 12 more times, he shot his load all over my tits.