presentation

I could watch the sunrise from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my chamber, let the cool good morning air hug my naked body, and picket sun climb over the Atlantic Ocean Ocean. But instead of watching that beautiful sight from my new beach-front home, I 'm watching an exhausted melanize man sleep in my bed. If I smoked cigarettes, I 'd definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful ken in his own right. He 's tall, muscular, dark-brown, nearly shaven hair on his forefront, a trimmed landscape of hair around his cock. I eye his humanity while he sleeps, I could gaze at his black dick all day. But doing so would only force back me mad with lecherousness and desire for it.

I met him a few week ago at the gym. He walked past me, nodding, smiling politely. I did the Saami. We both embarrassed ourselves when we caught each other checking the other out. We looked over our shoulder joint. I giggled, he turned away, probably cursing himself.

We spoke the succeeding sentence I saw him. He was very shy, but friendly. I could order he wanted our conversation to stay on on, but he had no idea how to stool that pass. I wondered if he ever spoke to a woman out and about like that. Ultimately, I did n't care. His gorgeous disgraceful dead body, my preference in a man, was all I saw. We exchanged names, then on a whim, before we left the gym for the day, I gave him my number. Eric looked like he did n't know what to do with it ! I could n't help oneself but laugh at this shy, huge, opprobrious man feeling awkward after a white woman gave him her number.

I later found out why he was so shy and awkward. It made his overly obvious, hapless attempts at flirting on our day of the month, his nervousness shining through at the end, and his stammering and stumbling as I took him to bed that night make signified - he had just turned 18.

It was beautiful. Whispering in his ear to unwind as I straddled my naked soundbox on his. Kissing his thick, to the full lips slowly before sliding his monumental cock inside me. Cumming on him almost instantly, while he tenderly held me.

After I climaxed for the very number 1 time on him, we kissed again. There was something magical about this guy, this high school scholar. I could n't put my fingerbreadth on it, but suffice to say we had sex as much as we could over the next few calendar week.

He snuck out after going to bed to meet up with me. I fucked him hard in the school 's parking lot, before course of instruction. And now last nighttime ; he told his parents he was staying at a classmate 's house, lying so he could spend the nighttime with me.

We went on and on and on. This machine, this 18-year-old black kid, made love to me like he 's known me forever. It was so beautiful. It 's like we fit perfectly - his prick in my puss, my soundbox in his arms.

His cock twitched. I wonder what he 's dreaming about ? I smile and pace outside to the balcony, the cool morning air hugging me. What a night we had. What life I 've had. Maybe I was made for him. I 've never felt this way before.

I sit and watch the sun rise, running my paw through my natural state, red hair's-breadth. I chuckle, thinking about all the inglorious men I 've been with, none have been like Eric.

As the years have flown by, all those men seem to experience prepared me for this young man sleeping in my bed. I 've never been with a Edward D. White man ; all have been grim. They all worshiped my dead body, just like I did theirs - it 's as though I was practicing for Eric.

Did I love him ? I 've loved many bleak men, but never been `` in lovemaking '' with them. Maybe I am now.

I needed to get away, to mean about things. Since I love traveling, I decided to engage a road trip. I 've taken many in my sprightliness, but this would be to reckon about giving my life to this Whitney Moore Young Jr. black man. That 's more than just my boob, my puss, my body, but my lifetime. I had to cerebrate about seriously committing to mortal, and in my late 30s, maybe even marriage. Would it be with Eric ? Would he go to college ? Would he pass up everything for me ? Would I let this perfect impression toward a perfect black man go ?

There was so much to think about. A two-week road trip would help.

Another broker pushing me to travel was a death of another fateful man. He was my favorite. Old Man Hoover, I called him. Not that Death is ever convenient, besides for someone in invariable agony, but traveling to that southern Everglade State drone commons to pay my respects to his family gave me a particular destination.



-1-

I have secrets. We all do. A few of them, only those stopping point to me do it ; a couple, only I know. Eric is the case of guy, 18 or not, I could secernate everything to.

I pulled my Glock 17 9mm handgun out of my top draw poker. Put a clip in and turned off the prophylactic."I'm ready,"I told my sister Bella.

"For what ? A route trip or character assassination deputation ?"she joked. She was raw, like me, lying in Eric's arms.

"No silly. I take my friend along in case anyone tries any funny business,"I told her.

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"fountainhead, non-sexual, rum business."

I put the gun in my handbag and submit gillyflower of everything."Ok, bikinis, money, earphone, makeup, a couple of wearing apparel, my gun, purse, and Eric's balls are empty. I think I'm good to go."

"Yes. When his fruitcake refill, I'll be here to drain them !"Bella kissed Eric's face, running her manpower over his bureau.

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to make sure enough Eric was taken care of while I was gone. I wondered if the fact I needed Eric to be properly serviced throughout the day, was a sign I truly loved him, trusting my sister to be a substitute, or if I really loved black-market rooster. I think it's a bit of both.

"You sure you don't want a ride ?"Bella asked, watching me pull on a simple sundress, no underclothing.

"Nope. I'm hitchhiking the entire way."

I went over to Eric to kiss him goodbye. A simple kiss on the lips escalates into more. Our tongues get involved, our oral fissure close on top of one another's, his deal groped my chest. I want to give this dress off and lie with his genius out.
"Mmm, yeah, there we go,"Bella watched us take a crap out.

"She'll take care of you, baby,"I ended the kiss, wiping my mouth, adjusting my dress.

"Yeah, I'll miss you though,"Eric said.

"I'll missy you too. See you two in a couple weeks,"I sighed and left. They waved goodbye when I looked over my shoulder, Bella running her hands over Eric's naked perfection.

***

One mystery, that only I and Bella know, is my gender. I came up with a terminal figure for it. While technically I'm bi-sexual, I drill down further to be more specific. The full term I came up with is Afrosexual. It probably already exists, but I don't care.

I'm an Afrosexual. I define it as only being sexually attracted to those of African origin ; black men being number one. I like women too, of any race, but dim men are what do it the most for me.

I walked along a few Admiralty mile, making my way to the interstate highway. From there it was a few second when a trucker picked me up.

"Hi !"I cheerily said, smiling widely at the black driver.

"You need a raising ?"

"Please."

"Get on up in here,"he motioned.

"Thank you so much,"I adjusted my clothes and sat up front end with him."Wow, never been in one of these before."

"Heh, yeah. Where you headed ? I'm going to Miami,"the driver said, glancing over my body.

"Me too. But not yet. I'm planning on doing some camping. Can you deteriorate off at Brunswick ?"I asked.

"Yes ma'am,"the middle-aged black man said.

As soon as I started becoming sexually attracted to people, it was opprobrious guys that I'd look at. When I daydreamed of my wedding, the bridegroom was blackened. When I thought about going to the prom, my date was black. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was black. Every sexual thought or fantasy with a male, he was inglorious.

At the shopping centre with ally, they'd giggle if cute boy would walk by us. I only did if the boys were total darkness. Going back further, in middle school, I had"beau"of form, null really, he was ignominious. We'd portion lunch, we even held mitt. I thought it was unbelievable. The others picked on me, I didn't understand why at the metre. I'd learn why as I got onetime.

In high schooltime, I got my real first young man. I lost my virginity to him. His name was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in shoal. When I was picked on by my friends, I thought at start it was because of that. He was tall, lanky, glasses, but excelled at maths, helping me out immensely. sure there were supporter that were much hotter, but Reymond was sweet.

My friends picked on me because he was black. A mates of them stopped being my friends altogether. Reymond and I ignored them. We kept studying, kept shag, and kept cumming.

He moved away with his family in the summer. Our go Nox together was a Marathon 69 seance, followed by hours of sex on my bedroom floor. I didn't want my parents to hear the bed banging against the wall. Just before break of day, I snuck him out, and said goodbye. It'd be a few years before I saw him again.




-2-

"Thank you again for taking me down here,"I told the driver. He handed me some candy from the gas station he stopped at, halfway to Brunswick.

"No problem. You like hot chocolate ?"he asked, nodding to the candy.

"Heh, I love hot chocolate,"I answered, his eyes widening, his lip dropping when I pulled my dress off over my foreland. I sat there smiling at him.

"Uh, I'm a little ahead of agenda,"he looked over his shoulder to the game cab compartment."You wan na ?"

"I do."

I straddled him back there, kissing him, feeling his erection get self-aggrandising and bigger against my pussy. Mmm, I loved it.

A here and now later, I fished that big dick out, and was on my genu sucking all over it.

I wondered if citizenry could see the cab of his huge hand truck rocking to and fro in the parking lot of the gas station. I was riding his cock so concentrated and fast, he lost runway of time.

"Shit, girl, I got ta get back on the road,"he grabbed my shank, stopping my bouncing.

"wait, I want you to cum though."

"well get back on your knees and suck that peter, then."

A duad min later, he filled my mouth. I swallowed several tumid gulps of cum.

I laughed when he rushed to the front cab, cock still dripping cum and hastily put his seat belted ammunition on. I wiped my mouth and joined him. I put my whang on and remained nude.

***

School started up again soon and with it, my indorse boyfriend. He was a class aged than me, a football star, and reminded me a little of Eric. He was ripped, built, huge. I still missed Reymond, but Marquis quickly made me forget.

I feel hard in love with him. I went everywhere with him. Football games, drill, the shopping center, everywhere. I was the only blanched missy at his family functions. I was his miss and he kept me in constant orgasmic blissfulness.

summertime was spent mostly sneaking over to his house for sex. When school started back up, he'd break up up each sunrise I'd suck his rooster in his car until it was time to go to course of instruction. I accompanied him to two prom. Each one ending in an all-night ass fest. We'd roll around, telling each other how much we loved one another, then climax together.

When he dumped me, my nub felt like it shriveled up and blew away like pulverization in the nothingness. I was beyond crush. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be one.

When I started my senior year of high school, I discovered I had no supporter ; no lily-white unity at least. The whiteness young woman looked at me with disgust, the white guys ignored me. The black daughter were almost rank aggressive with me. I learned a lot my first brace workweek back at school.

I couldn't help what I was, what I craved and preferred. I hadn't even come up with the Afrosexual term yet.

Stereotypes are based in reality. Was I a stereotype ? A stereotypical white chalk, trollop that sleeps around with all the black guys ? I didn't flavor like that. Yes, I was only attracted to Black, but only had sex with two by that point. Both were my boyfriend ; the second I was madly in dear with.

At this full stop I got furious. I was miserable, heartbroken, people thought I was something I didn't think I was. If that's all they saw in me, in my teenage immaturity, I decided to make for the part.

I started with the football game team first, having sex with Marquis'old mate. By the clock time Allhallows Eve approached, I was done with them, and was having my first gang smasher at a party. There was about 20 or so that fucked me that night. I was getting tossed around from black guy to black guy. Some of them went to my school, some didn't.

I saw a few classmate roll their eyes and leave, after watching my naked body getting taken by various bootleg men at once. That'd feed them something to talk about add up Monday.

By the end of the first semester, I finished having sex with the hoops team - all the fateful single of class. I never once let myself feel be intimate for any of them. I didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want another Marguis to happen. So I fucked them all instead. I didn't want to get hurt and I didn't want to hurt them - making them and myself cum was my only finish.

outpouring break arrived, I was exhausted. However, I was meddlesome. I was driving down to Miami to check out the University there. It was for a tour of duty to see if I'd be interested in going.

My parents were busy and told me to go alone. They said I was an grownup and needed to care things on my own.

I was ok with that, thinking I'd meet some lightlessness college scholar while there. I didn't. The orientation and go was informational, helpful, but not stir. It all seemed standard, normal.

On the way back abode, the adjacent day, was when I met the man who recently died. He's a man that had the best black rooster I've ever had.




-3-

"Alright, here you go,"the driver pulled to a plosive, letting me out. I put my dress on and thanked.

"You sure you don't want anything else ?"I asked.

"sweetheart, you've made me late !"he smiled."I got ta get going."

"Alright, thank you so much,"I hopped out of the cab and started walking. I never got his name.

I walked a few international nautical mile to my destination - Jekyll Island. I was going to do some camping.

I rented a modest tent from the site's cosmopolitan store and headed on. The cashier gave me a funny expression. I get those a lot. I guess he wondered what I was doing there all by myself, in a moderately sundress, with only a handbag. I smiled and waved bye to him.

I set up camp near the backbone of the campground, adjacent to someone else. They weren't there, but I could see smoke billowing up from their fervidness.

After my collapsible shelter was set up, I got on a bikini, and went hunting - for a few thing.

The beach was gorgeous. I walked for a couple hours, standing by the tree diagram, walking along the water, exploring really. There were muddy creeks that flowed into the ocean. I looked around, watching birds scoop down and get Fish. I felt at heartsease.

I thought of Eric back home, assuming my sister was tending to him like I asked. He's so odoriferous. He was accepted to a college a few hours away. I was hoping he'd go, but wondered if he'd free fall out to stay with me. Part of me wanted him to, but that would be a huge error. Sitting on the sand, digging my toes in, I thought how fun it'd be to chitchat him, his protagonist seeing an older, late 30s cleaning woman in his bed.

***

On my driving back home plate from the college circuit in Miami, my mind pretty much made up that's where I wanted to attend, my parent's car broke down. It was a couple hours north of Miami in a swampy, middle of nowhere, country.

I didn't know what to do. This was the late 90s, cubicle telephone existed, but not everyone and their grandma had one.

I needed to ascertain a payphone. I was getting hot in the twelve noon sun. I couldn't sit there in the car and James Cook. I had to address my parents, then get it towed somewhere. I got out and walked on the quiet back route. I was stopped a few proceedings later.

"young woman ? You ok, honey ?"a bootleg man rolled down his window.

"Yeah, my car broke down back there. Looking for a payphone,"I answered.

The erstwhile black man looked to be in his 60s, smiled at me,"I'll give you a ride. Can you trust an old, ugly ignominious man ?"

I laughed,"You're not ugly !"

"I'm old though."

"wellspring, sorta."

"Old enough to be your grandpa. Hop in, I'll help get that car towed and fixed for free."

"Free ?"

"Yes Miss, you'll be back on the road by this evening. My gens's Hoover."

"Hoover ? Like the vacuum cleaner ?"I joked.

"Hey, you got that right !"

"I'm Bea. Nice to meet you."

We approached trailer park where John Edgar Hoover lived, he spoke in hushed tones when we got out."Now listen, one of my sons will tow your car and fix you up."

He leaned in ending, gently grabbing my arm,"I don't want you to be afraid."

"Afraid ?"I became afraid when he said that.

"What you gon'see here. It's all consensual. It's all requested. It's all good. You can ignore it and head up on into the trailer there and waitress for your car, or you can link up in on the fun. It's up to you, Miss."

"Um, ok,"I was confused.

"Follow me. tactile property loose to channelize to that prevue, if you want. No one is forcing you to do anything. You hear me ?"

"Sure,"I shrugged, having no musical theme what he was talking about.

I found out a bit later. care faded, replaced with curio then joy at the deal 40 fundament away from me.

My mouth dropped as I watched three Edward D. White women, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a fervour getting fucked by a group of black men. One was tied to a tree, getting take from tooshie. Another on her back on a bench, a black man on top. The one-third squatting up and down on a cock, while jacking off two others.

I took a step forward, Hoover stopped me."Hey now, listen, they came and visited us on their own. They show up every once in a while for a dependable clip. You don't have to participate."

I kept walking toward the group. Hoover tried to stop me."If you feel you too Brigham Young for this, head word on dorsum, turn away."

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't nothing illegal here, early than nudity outside a house. There's a pretty little gabardine cop that doesn't give us any difficulty. These adult female asked us to do this."

"Hoover,"I turned to face him, glaring at him."I want every undivided one of you to fuck me."

He paused, eyes darting left and right, he cleared his throat,"Ok Miss, right this way."

There I was, 18 years old, Spring Break of my final class of high school day in my second crowd bang.

It was a fuzz, a total blur or sex, sweat, and ejaculate. I came and came and came with around 30 or so smuggled men that lived in that preview car park. When one was done, I'd beg for Thomas More.

"Harder !"I'd yell.

I had a cock in each bridge player, in each hole, my face eventually covered in cum.

I was soaking wet with exertion caused by the humidness during the day, then the hot bonfire that night. The travail rinsed cum off me.

They tied me to a tree. The whipped me with belted ammunition. Later they penetrated me anally.

I realized then, this was going to be my living - constant quantity sex with Black person men.

After midnight, having forgotten to scream my parents, I limped to Hoover's trailer. When I entered it, I fell to my knees, partly exhausted, but partly weakened by the retentive, most beautiful Joseph Black dick I'd ever seen.

Hoover was naked, in bed, casually jacking off."Been waitin'for you. Come on over here and get this dick, Miss."

I crawled to him, my mouth and slit salivating. I climbed onto his fold-out lounge, grabbed that old pitch-black dick, and fucking worshipped it.

I orgasmed several time just by licking and sucking all over it. It was so long, so gorgeous.

When that matter entered me, I shook and spasmed. It was the best dick I'd ever had and would stay so for many, many geezerhood.

Hoover grabbed my tits and sucked like an raging, starving baby. There was no Milk River to get, but he could've sucked them dry if there was.

I did my best to ride him, but couldn't fit his full length in. Luckily, my asshole had been broken in earlier. That foresightful hawkshaw slid right in all the way. I felt like he was in my belly. I watched him rub my white meat and tummy while I sat on him, his cock in my ass all the way.

"gladiolus you having a good time. We love to possess fun here,"John Edgar Hoover said. I could palpate his cock twitching in my stomach.

"I want to fare back. I want to visit again. I'm going to the University of Miami this Fall. I want to visit you."

"well by all means, if that's what you want, then come on by,"Hoover smiled.

I grabbed his face kissing him as hard as I could.

We had anal sex for another 60 minutes or so, J. Edgar Hoover filling my belly with cum. I fell asleep in his arms.

A few hours later, William Hoover got out of bed, waking me up in the process. I watched the older man leave the preview. I went after him, grabbing his hand, walking with him to the bonfire.

It was only he and I out. He stoked the flames, piling more Mrs. Henry Wood. We sat there holding script, naked, warmed by the fire.

"I love it here. I'm so glad you found me,"I told him.

"Ain't nothing, just helping you out."

"How long have you lived here ?"

"My totally live. My papa and Grandpappy owned some soil by the swampland. I got it and assist set up this trailer park."

"And the women ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By accident. Started by helping a dainty white lady out, long, long ago with a flat tire. Probably well before you were born. Don't know what it was. Maybe she was unhappy in her man and wife, maybe she just wanted to try out, but she came back here and undressed for me. I was a young man, I was anxious, but I took care of her categorical tire and her later that day. parole must've spread. Over the yr we've had trade good fistful of white women stop by for a weekend here and there."

I smiled and stood in straw man of him, he patted my pot, squeezed a big tit, and I straddled him. He guided his cock in me, I kissed him, and we had slow, love-making sex.

That too soon morning by the bonfire, 18 years old, driving back from Miami on give Break, Hoover mated with me. I became pregnant with his child.




-4-

The marvelous ocean breezed on Jekyll Island, kissed my skin. I felt like masturbating to be dependable. I thought doing so later that Nox in my collapsible shelter.

I left many things at dwelling on this hitchhiking trip. Would I manipulate people to get what I need ? A ride, nutrient, fire ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as manipulation. I saw it as making a booster.

I was alone on the beach. I felt like going nude, but decided against it. Mainly because I saw someone and his dog in the length. As I walked closer, I saw a black man fishing in a brook. He pulled out a net with crab in it.

"Hi !"I startled him.

"Ma'am,"he nodded.

"Catching some dinner ?"

"Yeah, but you ain't seen anything. I'm not supposed to be doing this. But I love crabbing. This'll cook real good too,"he said. His dog walked over to me, sniffing me.

"Get ! Leave her alone,"he snapped at the dog.

"No, it's amercement,"I smiled."How does it work ?"I pointed to the net.

"wellspring, come up on over and I'll appearance you. Got ta keep it smooth, I could get fined for doing this,"he said. I smiled and crossed over to him.

He was older than Hoover when I first met him. Probably latterly 60s. His hair's-breadth was white, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a younger white woman in a lean bikini talking to him. I didn't see a anchor ring on his finger when he was showing me the net, explaining how to cast it. He gave me a elaborate deterrent example. He stood behind me, putting my arm into billet, and helped me cast the net. I smiled and clapped when it landed successfully near where he advised.

He introduced himself has Willie. He looked exactly like a Willie - seemed like a perfect name for an old, black man, fishing near the beach.

I told him I was hitchhiking to southerly Florida, mentioning an old champion passed away. He questioned if it was condom for me to hitchhike. I told him I had a special friend along with me and I knew how to can it. He understood, saying it was dear that a pretty white noblewoman protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

We walked back to the campground together, chatting the full way.

"wellspring that's you huh ?"he asked, watching me walk to my tent, correct following to his campsite.

"Yep,"I beamed.

"fountainhead, I tell you what, add up on over and I'll James Cook up some of this Pisces the Fishes and crab for you. Sound upright ?"

"Sounds wonderful, Willie."

***

I had a secret, I was knocked up. I remember being scared to tell anyone.

I was at the center one day, looking at prom dresses, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the black students at school used me for sex. But for some grounds, no one asked me yet. Maybe they got tired of me. I didn't know.

I walked along and felt a tap on my articulatio humeri. I turned around to see a familiar face, however, the rest of him was quite unlike. It Reymond. He was still tall, but not skinny and lanky. He filled out. He was big and muscular. He didn't wear glasses anymore. I did a bivalent take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

My rima oris dropped, I gave him a hug."How are you ?"

"Good, goodness. Been awhile."

"Yeah it has. So good to see you. Gosh, you've changed."

"Thanks. You too,"he looked at my bureau."I got contacts."

"Yeah,"I smiled.

"You shopping for prom dresses ?"

"Oh, nah, I don't think I'm going."

"Ah, sorry to hear that. I think my school's promenade is the same weekend as yours."

"Probably. Anyway, you all set for college ?"I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah. Got accepted to University of Miami,"He replied.

"Really ? No way ! I'm going there too !"

"Huh, that's cool, Bea. Now we'll know mortal on campus."

"Yes !"

I smiled at him, touching his arm, I couldn't believe how hot he'd gotten.

A few minutes later, I found myself in the men's bathroom, sitting on a throne, hastily unzipping Reymond's short circuit. He was leaning over, kissing me.

I pulled his dark skinned cock out."Oh fucking,"I whispered before devouring it.

"Mmm, Bea,"he ran his script through my hair.

I got his dick sufficiently coated in tongue and stood."I don't to be anyone's girl,"I told him."I just wan na roll in the hay, ok ?"

"I got it,"he said, pulling my T-shirt off. I removed my shorts and step-in, and hopped in his arm.

"You can strike upkeep of me in college, and I'll take fear of you. No grievous relationship. Sex buddies,"I said, the heartbreak marquess caused still bite a bit.

"Yes,"he winced with joy, his cock sliding in all the way. He grabbed my ass, and bounced me.

"Ah fuck !"I cried out in the bath.

"testament you go to the Prom with me ?"I asked, while bouncing.

"Mine is the Sami Night, I got a date. But for you, for this kitty, I'd cancel on her,"He said.

"Ah yes !"I threw my head back, holding on to the bathroom stall walls for support.

"Reymond, catch, wait,"I said.

"Huh ?"

I told him a secret. One that only I knew."I'm pregnant."

"What ? Like just now ? I didn't even -"

"No, not just now,"I laughed."I got significant over Spring jailbreak. My parents are going to freak out."

"Oh,"he held me, taking in the privy I shared."surmisal I won't need to use condom with you,"he gave a half smile.

I laughed and kissed him."Guess not."




-5-

"Mmm, yummy !"I finished up the last patch of crab Willie shucked for me. I sat next to him on a log near the campfire.

"Glad you like it. You just get here ? It's a two Nox minimum,"he said.

"Yep. What about you ?"

"Saame here. I'll leave the day after tomorrow. Where you say you headed next ?"

"I'll stop in Jacksonville."

"Ah. Right over the border. I can take you there,"Willie offered.

"You sure ? I don't want you to go out of your way."

"I don't thinker. Something to do, you know ?"

"Yeah,"I rested my straits on his shoulder joint.

"Nice out tonight, not too hot,"he noticed.

"Mmhmm. fountainhead, Willie, um -"

"You headed to bed ?"

"Sort of. I was thinking of something else you could do."

"Oh yeah ? What's that,"he stoked the fire.

I stood up, removed my bikini top, then my tail. I smiled at him, watching him look me over. He grinned, laughing a bit."That huh ?"

"You got it ! I'll be in your collapsible shelter,"I said, scratching his dog's head when I walked by.

A moment later, he entered the collapsible shelter, undoing his belt. I held out my weapons system, smiling at him. He climbed on top of me.

***

Reymond and I went to the prom. We stayed a piffling spell, danced some, but left early so we could lie with. His parents were at some outcome really belatedly, so we went to his family a few school dominion over.

A few weeks later at graduation exercise, I participated in my tertiary bunch bang. It was in the boy'restroom. It wasn't amazing. Some of the black jock lured me in there, by flashing me a cock. I figured why not. I'd probably never see these Guy again.

It was about 10 of them."White slut,"they'd bid me after filling my pharynx, slit, or ass with cum. They left me alone, I put my graduation robes back on, washed my nerve and left. I flipped the bird to the schooling in the back of my parent's car when they weren't looking.

speaking of my parents, they made me gift the baby up for acceptation. I told them over the summer. I could've argued with them, saying it was wry they sent me to Miami by myself to parcel out with college business concern, yet they are forcing me to give up a child and not raise it like an grownup.

I agreed with them though. I didn't deserve a child.

At college Reymond and I had sex three times a day. I abandoned my residence hall, staying with him and his roommate. We did it in the first light, in the shower before class. We met up during the afternoon for sex. Then at nighttime, we did it after studying, until we were tired.

His roommate, a nice white guy, must've been jealous. He always blushed around me.

When Reymond was busybodied, there were a few other guy rope I'd rotate. They didn't brain having sex with a pregnant white young woman.

I had the baby just before Thanksgiving open frame. It came a slight early. I couldn't feel at the child. I closed my eyes, tears streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the small fry would be better off.

During my back semester of fledgeling year, Reymond and I worked out together. He helped me cast off some baby weight.

It was around this metre, he started getting busier with other students. There were several whiten miss he rotated. One of the was a prof. I think she was married. I walked in on her riding Reymond in his residence hall room. I apologized and backed out. I ran into another black student I'd nooky before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was busy again. He agreed to make full in once more and took me to the shower.

I didn't go home for outflow time out. I went to see Hoover. He remembered me. I stayed and intact calendar week there. I was naked the solid time. Cum was splattering on my bureau, tummy, back, fount on the minute all day and night. I slept with Hoover when I finally tired.

The workweek ended, I went back to college. I was in Reymond's shower bath, washing off the dried cum. Reymond joined me. But he wasn't alone. The college prof was with him. She smiled and said hello. I watched her get in, kissing and licking all over Reymond. I smiled and joined in.

Sophomore, Junior, and older year give Breaks were spent with Herbert Hoover inside me.

Throughout college, Reymond and I slept together quite a bit. However, as clock time progressed the prof was around Sir Thomas More and more.

In my older year I developed a horse barn of several twelve freshman. They were my reliever. I taught those guys a lot. There were quite a few three ways with them. By the time I graduated college, they were Andrew D. White women pleasers for sure.

Before commencement, all of them, fucked me in one Nox. It was my quarter and magnanimous pack bang yet.

As the sun rose, I limped back to my and Reymond's dorm. I was dripping semen, from my pussy, chin, work force, everywhere. My clothes was tattered and torn.

Reymond and his college professor lover were in the shower."Oh, hi,"I mumbled upon throwing back the shower drapery.

"Wow, looks like you've had quite a night,"Reymond joked.

"Yeah."

"We were just getting out. Oh and think what. We're getting married. She left her husband,"Reymond said.

"That's, swell,"I said in daze. I pushed by him. I fell asleep in the shower.

College ended. Reymond and I lost link. lastly I heard he and his older, White River married woman, were still together. I was disappointed in Reymond when all that went down. I didn't like the fact she left her husband. It was yet another reason I only had sex brother - LE drama, less pain, more fun.

***

I was in Willie's arms, rubbing his big belly, watching the campfire flicker and go out. He fucked me really just. Of path every single black man I've been with has. I kissed his brass, Willie snoring lightly. I put on my sandals and walked around outdoors au naturel.

The cool Night air felt wonderful. My nipples were hard, my clit still tingling from several minute of sex with Willie. I thought of Eric, filling me with cum, holding me.

I walked over to the shower facility, not caring if anyone saw me raw. The bivouac wasn't too crowded anyway, plus it was very late.

I showered, pleasuring myself to Eric. When the climax came over me, I moaned loudly, and whispered,"I love you."



-6-

The next day, Willie cooked me breakfast. I skinny dipped in the sea while he crabbed nearby.

The night we had dinner by the campfire. He couldn't help but laughed as I was still naked.

"You gon na get in more worry than me from crabbing if you get caught walking around like that,"he joked.

"Maybe, so,"I smiled at him.

"Alright, here you go,"he handed his dog a morsel.

"You want something else ?"he asked the German shepherd."Alright, hang on, girl."

I watched Willie whip out his upright rooster. My centre widened seeing the dog hungrily lick his shaft."One sec, fille,"Willie stood, removing his knickers.

His dog was licking his nutsack and spear, in a similar personal manner to how I've done many times before.

"Our little hidden ?"he asked.

"Absolutely,"I said. I crawled over to him, watching her slug all over his big, juicy cockhead.

"Go on now, get some too, girl,"he spanked my ass.

I became an animal, a dog in heat, like the German Shepherd. Perhaps the love of pitch blackness cock transcends species.

I licked him just like she did, my tongue lapping at his balls, his shaft, occasionally meeting hers.

Willie grunted and blew his load for us. She and I licked his erupting tip, consuming as much sperm as we could.

"Ugh, unspoiled missy, good lady friend,"Willie patted out backs.

Willie stood up, grabbed his pants and headed to the tent. His dog was licking my face, my sassing, her tongue going in between my sassing to search for every last drop. I opened my back talk letting her get in there for more.

The dog finished up, all the semen licked up, and walk into Willie's collapsible shelter. I wiped my backtalk, smiled and looked up to the stars.

***

I moved to LA after college, getting a job at a marketing company. I quickly, like my first day, became involved sexually with the man that hired me.

Jerome was his public figure. He'd fuck me in his spot sometimes. We'd take lunch together, having sex in his car. After workplace, we'd meet up for drinks, and he'd spend the Night at my apartment or I'd hitch at his.

Sleeping with Saint Jerome for a few months introduced me to the rap domain. almost of the company's clients were rap music or rap record recording label.

I attended issue with Jerome. He'd introduce me to several rappers. Sure, I'd flirt, give them my number, but usually I'd end up riding Jerome's pitch blackness cock later than night.

All except one. His name was"Big Rascal."Obviously that wasn't his genuine name. I never learned of his real name. Either way, he called me a few nights after an event Eusebius Hieronymus and I attended.

I met up with the rapper a couple Night later for potable. We talked, I went back to his place, and we fucked.

He was good, real expert. He knew how to work a Patrick Victor Martindale White pussy. I slept with him for about a year.

He 'd share me, after I swallowed his jizz, with six or seven of his boys. They take turns with me one at a time. I swallowed them all.

I'd attend all his shows. I'd be waiting for him backstage for sex.

The night before a pivotal conversation with Big scallywag, one that changed my life. I was in, yet another gang smasher - my fifth one.

Big Rascal was having a party after the release of his newest record album. I wasn't the merely snowy lady friend there. Several others were sucking prick on a couch, or a chair. It was great. I felt I was at home.

Big Rascal fucked me pretty hard outside the penthouse suite, overlooking Los Angeles.

When he nutted on my font, he slapped my ass, and told me to go shower.

When I got out of the cascade, a towel wrapped around me. I counted all seven of Big rapscallion's retinue, along with additional dozen party guests. I smiled and dropped the towel.

It was long, coming and cum-filled night.

The next even, I was on top of Big imp in his vast bed. He was rubbing his custody all over my tit. We were chatting a bit.

"Girl, you got the best pussy I've ever had. You feel me ?"

"Thank you, spoil,"I said, rubbing his abs.

"That's why think I want to let you go. I think you are destined for greatness. You feel me ?"

"Huh ?"I didn't flavour him. I didn't what he was talking about.

"I know a guy. He can help oneself you,"the rapper told me.

"Help me with what, baby ?"

"You're special. You know it. You know what you good at. You just at workin'black dick. You feel me ?"

"Well, yeah, but -"

"This guy can aid you attain your level best potential. I want you to talk to him. I want you to try him out. I want you to keep an open mind. You feel me ?"he asked yet again.

"I, I guess,"I shrugged. He reached over to the bedside table. I saw his Glock 9mm in the drawer. Very lots like the one with me on my hitchhiking journey.

Big Rascal pulled out a card, handing it to me."Killa'D ?"I read the name."He a rapper like you ?"

"Not a rapper. He's in a dissimilar industriousness - one that you'd be perfect for. I want you to anticipate him. I already told him about you. I told him how undecomposed you take Black person dick. How undecomposed you work it. Call him, and don't be afraid. His name says ‘ Killa'but he wouldn't hurt a fly. You feel me ?"

I got off Big rapscallion, his cock slurping out of my cunt. I stood at his window overlooking the LA skyline. It was beautiful out there. I miss living there. I wondered what Killa'D was all about. I figured he ran a strip show golf club, or an escort Service. I shrugged and figured I'd give him a call at least.

Big Rascal, came up behind me, grabbing my breasts. I reached around for his cock, arched my binding and slid it into me.

"Mmm, so just,"I moaned, leaning my head back on his shoulder. I smiled as he kissed my neck opening."You feel me ?"I asked.

He slowly slid his cock in and out, knowing deep down, in his heart, it'd be the last time he had me."I feel you,"he whispered.




-7-

The next night, after calling Killa'D, he gave me an address to foregather. It just so happened to be a flight strip guild.

"Great,"I thought."Maybe I could discase on the weekends."

Killa'D was quite a specimen, not mortal that matched his cognomen. He was dressed in a suit and tie, had a gold vigil, rings, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a trimmed beard his face. I assumed he went to the barber weekly or even more. I was a little shy at first. My figured he was a high-end ponce.

He shook my hired hand, telling me it was a pleasance meeting me. Then we got right to it.

"My protagonist, Big varlet, told me about you. He and I go back a long time. Back when we were in the cowling, working to get out. I trust him very much."

I nodded, looking around the room. It wasn't crowded, a few grim men here and there, with white peeler giving lap dancing.

"He told me you really know how to figure out a lightlessness dick. He said you use that pussy, them titty, that ass, and that mouth of yours expertly on a shaft,"Killa D explained.

"Uh, well, I don't know about that I just like -"

"Black men. I understand,"He reached to his pocket taking out a business bill."Let me ease your brain a bit. I'm not a pimp. I'm not asking you to be a stripper, though if you wanted to, you could go up there and dance - the manager wouldn't mind. I'm not asking you to be an bodyguard. looking at my company's public figure. pick out it ?"

I took the add-in, reading the gens."White harpy ?"I said aloud."No, I don't know what that is,"I handed the bill of fare back to him, he held up his medallion, declining it.

"It's an interracial pornographic production company,"he answered."Big varlet said you'd be a perfect fit."

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

"That's right. Interracial porn. I started the companionship a decade ago. It's one of the highest grossing erotica distributor in the world - specifically, like I said, mixed pornography. He told me you could be my future big star,"Killa D said.

"I don't know about that. I mean,"I looked around the room and leaned in finisher."I sleep and have slept with a lot of black bozo, but filming porn, that's different."

"I understand. That's why it's a lot to look at. You'd have to conceive of a point public figure. You'd have to get tested regularly - which my ship's company enforces and pays for. Then of course, there's the secret. You probably couldn't state your family, your friend and neighbour. There's stereotypes that go along with it."

"Stereotypes,"I repeated, thinking back to high school.

"My cerebration are, if you enjoy something, if you love it, AND you can get paid for doing it, that's win-win right hand there,"Killa'D explained.

I nodded, looking to his card.

"Now then, you love black men, you love black pecker, when not get paid to verbalise that love to others ?"he asked.

I bit my bottom lip. A stripper around my age came over to say howdy to Killa D.

"Hey baby,"he put his arm around her, prompting her to sit on his lap."You busy tonight ?"

"Yeah,"she circled played with his tie.

"Who you with tonight ?"

"Rob,"she frowned.

"Don't be sad, girl. He loves your pussy too. You can get with me tomorrow,"Killa'D kissed her cheek.

She smiled and got off his lap, making her way across the room.

"That's Sandee. She ain't, from what I've been told, as good as you are with fatal dick. So what do you say ?"

"Can I at least think about it ?"

"Please do."

"Alright,"I looked to his wit again, reading his public figure."Why do they call you Killa'D ?"

He smiled at me and extended his hand.

***

"Ah fuck ! Yes ! Yes !,"I was screaming later that night, on top of Killa'D, fucking the shucks out of him.

"Ohhhh, crap,"I collapsed on top of his sexy, hefty dead body."Mmm fuck."

"My boy was right,"Killa'D put his arm around me, rubbing my sweaty back."Perfect for smuggled men."

He put me to sleep. I fell asleep on him in his fancy Beverly Hills home. It was the inaugural prison term sex made me diminish asleep. Sure I'd eventually go to bed after long night, but this, the act itself, was so in effect, I was out stale in minutes.

The next break of day, he cooked me breakfast. We laid out by the pool, me jacking his shaft while we discussed his program for me. I didn't bring a bathing courtship, so I was naked.

Killa'D said he'd act as my agent, getting me role, finding other performer to exploit with. He even suggested I could strip or see if I wanted to on the side ; like early smut adept he managed. He said I could bestow in a lot of money escorting several professional athlete around - then sleeping with them of course.

I told him I'd never watched porn before. There was no need, since I was almost constantly having sex. He told me not to worry, he'd help.

I stayed with him the residue of the day, all night, and on into the next good afternoon. We fucked pretty much the whole time. It was Sun afternoon when I left. I had to work the next day. He said aim a hebdomad to think about it and that he'd Call me the following Friday night.

I learned that Killa'D was shortsighted for Killer Dick.




-8-

Willie gave me a drive not just to Jacksonville, but all the way to the beach hotel I booked. It was right off the A1A. I had a nice five-day beach visit before me.

I sucked his cock the full way. When we arrived I finished him off, swallowing his lading, said goodbye and hopped out of his pickup truck.

I checked into my elbow room, put on a two-piece and went to the beach. I walked a long way, thinking of Eric mostly, daydreaming about one day taking trips like this with him, fucking the entire time.

I stopped and ate an early dinner at a beachside café, then headed back to the room. My architectural plan for the evening was to go to a cabaret, find a black guy, and bring him back to my room for the night - something I've done many times.

A telephone call to my sister, Bella, changed that.

I put on a tiny, sensationalistic dress, my tits practically hanging out. Right before I went out I decided to call and check on her and Eric.

"Hello ?"she answered, her mouth sounded wide-cut of something.

"Bella ?"

I heard a popping sound, followed by an"ahh."

"Hey, what's up ?"she asked me, followed by resumed slurping sounds.

"zip much, just getting cook to go out for the night."

"Ooh fun,"Bella said."You'll be pleased to know Eric here is in very unspoiled mitt,"she said, more slurping sounds.

"Good. You're sucking his cock, aren't you ?"

"Oh I've been slobbering all over this matter for most of the day. He's watching a movie,"Bella said. I heard her moaning as she sucked.

"Glad you're helping me out,"I rolled my eyes.

I heard Bella breathe deeply into the telephone,"Oh fuck, I love this thing."more than sucking sounds.

"Can I talk to him delight ?"

"Sure, sure. Hey where are you ?"

"Just got to Jacksonville today. Can I speak to him now ?"

Bella resumed sucking all over it."I love shameful pecker,"I heard her say as the phone traveled to Eric.

"Bea,"he answered.

"Hey baby ! I miss you,"I said.

"I miss you too. existent bad. Ah shit, get that dick,"Eric told Bella.

"She's taking care of you ?"

"Yep, but I got ta severalize you. As good as her head-game is, as good as her twat is - I need yours, I need you,"Eric told me.

"Oh, Eric. I can't wait to get back base. We'll talk more about you and I when I get there. I'm really thinking about us on this trip."

"goodness, cuz I need you in my animation,"Eric said. We chatted another mo, then hung up.

I needed him too. I missed him so much. I felt certain he was the man I was to commit to.

I was so horny, I wanted him badly. I wanted to be naked with him, fucking for days. There was a knock at my door.

"Hi,"I answered it. The young, black employee nodded, handing me clean towels."Oh, thanks,"and closed the door.

"hold !"I said, opening the door."Hey."

"Ma'am ?"he turned around, a few base from the door. He was wearing a public figure tag on his vest."Dayron"it read.

"Yes, hi. This will sound weird, but what sentence do you get off this eventide ?"

"Um, 10pm."

"An hour. Ok. Totally say no if you want, but when you get off workplace can you follow by ?"

"What for ?"he asked.

I pulled my yellow clothes apart, revealing my breasts to him.

"Uhhh,"he stared at them."Uh sure, yeah, ok."

"Great ! See you then, Dayron,"I smiled and closed the threshold. I immediately removed my dress. I didn't feel like going out anymore.

***

I was a pornstar for seven, long year.

Killa'D gave the week to think about it. I showed up at his house on Wednesday with my response. I stood there, ringing his door, butt joint naked.

"Bea,"he grinned, a drink in his mitt."semen in."

He put his boozing down and started undressing."Got an result for me ?"

"will you look out for me, will you take care of me ?"I asked.

"Of course."

"Then my answer is yes,"I told him.

"good,"Killa D scooped me up and took me to his bed, giving me some killer whale dick.

I turned in a two week notice the next day. Hieronymus bent me over his desk and fucked me one finally time. He told me I didn't have to fare back and that sex was all I was good for anyway. I agreed with him 100 %.

That nighttime back at Killa'D's, we talked about my new career. He asked if I wanted to depart small, do a few scenes here and there. He asked if I wanted to do anal only. Or if I was into BDSM. I said no to all of that.

I told him I want my first panorama to be ambitious, insane, and really realise a mark - a gang bang.

"I can coif that,"he said. We had sex every day for the next couple weeks while he set things up.

I went by the figure Bianca. My first film, a gang strike called,"Bianca Gets Blacked"featured 100 blackened men. The shoot lasted all day. I was thoroughly exhausted. That night I took a hanker, hot tub with Killa'D.

I felt at home doing porn - like it was my destiny. It wasn't always easy, the hr could be rough, the military position weren't always prosperous, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were fille with drug job, pappa issuing, abusive pasts, and so on. I didn't have any of those job. I genuinely love sex with Shirley Temple and I got paid to do it.

I did several volumes of film series. It was here I used the term Afrosexual to draw myself. White hellcat marketed me as such too.

Every day, all day, was sex on film. At night it was sex with Killa'D and several different male performers I befriended.

I striped and escorted too. I was making tons of money. I also kept this life a secret.

I went home for Christmastime when I was 24. Bella was 20. On one of those nighttime, I woke up past midnight. I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. I snuck down there, tip-toeing, to see what it was.

I saw Bella being double-teamed by two sinister men in the kitchen. She was covering her mouth to proceed silence.

My oldest sister married a Shirley Temple Black man. She gained a stepson. He and I had sex on occasion.

All the adult female in my family, except perhaps for my mother, loved black hammer. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to severalize them of my job. They all thought I still worked at a selling companionship.

I hardly ever got home much in my 20s. filming, stripping, escorting, fucking was an mundane, no weekends, no suspension, thing.

When Bella finished college, she moved to LA and stayed with me. I was 26 and had my own household, not far from Killa'D. I can't come back how many times I was tempted to fetch her into the porn industry, especially after seeing how ravenous she was with nigrify men.

I'd come home from filming and she'd be riding a black guy on the couch, not stopping to say hi or anything.

I didn't say her about my job, I couldn't. It was consuming me. I feared it'd do the Lapplander to her.

Sometimes, if I wasn't escorting, Bella and I would go clubbing. We'd find a couple black men and take them home. We'd ride them together.

Sometimes alcohol was involved. Sometimes the men would snuff it out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a result, to a greater extent mystery that only she and I know were created with each other. Secret nights of passion and do it developed between baby. Perhaps fitting for another story.

I was tested once a hebdomad. I was dependable. But I was very, very jade.

On my 28 natal day, I worked a knight bachelor company. I stripped, danced, and flirted with the blacken men there. It led to a small gang bang of 10.

I got home the following morning time and passed out. Bella was asleep in her bed with a black she met somewhere. I wanted to sleep for days but couldn't. I have to be at the studio soon.

Edward Douglas White Jr. Vixens started shooting girl-on-girl clobber too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job verbal description. Pussy and dim rooster was all I did for the utmost two class of my career. By the clip I was 30, I needed something different.



-9-

This 20-year-old hotel employee, Dayron, really gave it to me good. He stayed the dark with me and because he didn't have work the next day, he stayed all day and another Night. He got up the future dawn, got dressed for the first of all fourth dimension since arriving to my room, and went to play. I went to the beach again. That night Dayron came by at 10pm, when he got off, and stayed once more. He repeated this again, staying in bed with me, endlessly fucking me. Then I had to leave.

I put my bikini back on, grabbed my bag and started walking southbound on the A1A with my thumb out.

Did working in the erotica industriousness burn me out ? I think it did. It was nonstop. If I wasn't filming all day, I was escorting and stripping at night. The only vacations, if I could even call it that, were two brothers, buying me for a week over the years. They took me to various tropical resorts. We had sex the unharmed time, it was great, but again it wasn't a real vacation. I wanted to go someplace where I wasn't paid to bed. Much like this hitchhiking head trip. If I have sex along the way, large, but I'm not working.

I walked a few 60 minutes along the beach main road. I heard a car, rap music din, roll up behind me, honking the horn.

I turned around and waved. A immature black guy, looked out the windowpane."Hey yo ! miss you need a ride ?"

I laughed internally."Hi. Yes I do."

"Aight, get in. Where you going ?"

"Confederate States. Couple hours north of Miami,"I told him.

"red cent, yo, that's a long way. Shit. You paying ?"

"I can pay for gas,"I smiled. I really hoped I wouldn't have to use my Glock.

He shrugged."Can you pay with something else ?"he looked at my boobs.

I nodded, pulling my bikini top aside.

"You read my female parent fuckin'judgement, bitch. Get in,"he said.

I forgot about my gun, and got in.

"Yo, my name's Andre,"he shook my head.

"I'm Bea. Thanks for the ride."

"Uh huh. You gon na get to run ?"he immediately went for his cock, pulling it out.

"Wow. trusted matter, here's the address,"he punched it into his GPS, turned up the rap music, and I went to work sucking that black gumshoe of his.

It took me back to all the parties Killa'D would hold. I'd be fucking him and all his son. Even Big scallywag and his posse showed up. I'd be bouncing on his dick, while his later single was blasting through the speakers.

Those were fun times during my porn career, but it was constant. There was no break, no reprieve, unceasing work.

When I told Killa'D I wanted to draw back, he was saddened, but understood. He offered to a greater extent money, a new car, everything. I had my branch wrapped around him while he slammed his pecker into me, telling me what he'd give me to make me stay. Cars, money, wearing apparel, jewelry, all of it wouldn't save me on. He even offered himself, saying he'd give up all the other Edward Douglas White Jr. cleaning lady he slept with in favor of only me.

I said no thanks.

"Negotiations"lasted several solar day in his bed. My final answer was still no.

At this point, I was 30 years old, Bella had since moved out, living in a nice apartment a few miles away, and I just retired from the porn industry.

There as only one affair I needed to do.

I flew to FL and lived with Old Man Hoover for the summer.

He was getting on up in years, but I cared for him and everyone else. I never left the trailer park. I was basically a nudist.

I made dearest to the Church Father of my baby every day. He never knew he got me pregnant 12 years earlier.

That prison term with Hoover made me think of things. I thought about what to do with my life. Could I live a normal life ? Could I settle down and get married ? Maybe even have a tiddler the right wing way ? I had no musical theme. But I needed and wanted to try.

I flew back to LA at the end of the summertime. I made fun of myself, thinking my colon was stretched out inside me thanks to Hoover's long cock. All that anal sex with him, mmm, it was so nonplus.

I had option to prepare. I decided to do something that was selfish, ugly, and very poorly thought out.

I got married.

***

"Ah screwing, yeah, baby. You workin'that dick dear !"my newest driver, Andre, told me."I'll drive yo aphrodisiac ass anywhere you want."

We were about an minute north of the prevue parking area. I was naked in the rider side of Andre's car. I felt so sexy sucking his dick with all that rap medicine in the background.

Andre pulled into a gas post."You gon na kick in me that pussy when we arrive ripe ?"

I turned down the music."I'll give you this pussy right here, mightily now."

"Oh shit,"he said."Speaking of which, I need to train one. I'll be the right way back, bitch."

I laughed, quickly put on my bikini and got out of the car.

"What you doin'?"he asked, a few present moment later. I was waiting by the bathroom door behind the gas station. He arrived with the key.

"I told you, right here, right now,"I smiled.

"I know, but I got ta -"

"direct a shit. No pun intended, but I don't give a diddly,"I said.

"It's going to get stank in there,"he warned.

I removed my bikini."I don't give a fuck !"

"Fine. Get on in there. Crazy-ass bitch"Andre unlocked and held the door open up for me.

That young, shameful thug must've felt like a B. B. King. He was sitting on a toilet, relaxing, doing his patronage, while a white woman sucked his cock.

I straddled him next, sitting on his stopcock while several turds dropped in the toilette. I ignored the olfactory sensation and used my body for what it does best ; giving delight to black men.

He sucked my titties while finishing up.

When he was done, I got off him, he wiped, then he turned me around and fucked me over the toilet. We were in there so long an employee had to come verification on us.

Andre opened the door, holding his pant up, handing the key to the employee. I was topless, in the operation of putting my bikini top back on.

"howdy,"I said, walking by the employee.

"My boy will never believe this,"Andre said, starting his car, turning the rap music back up.

I put my seat belt on then put my hand on his thigh as he drove off.

***

I met Simon the Canaanite at the gym. I was new there. After returning to LA from my summer with Hoover, I changed a lot of thing, simple things. New gym, new friends, and very soon after meeting Simon, new home.

Simone was tall, not eubstance detergent builder muscular, but very inflect, and of course, black.

He introduced himself to me. We talked, he gave me his turn, and the side by side night he took me to dinner. I learned he was a doctor

I didn't sopor with him after the first date. I told myself to look a bit. He was very smart, very hot ; I wanted to realise a good impression. I didn't want him to believe I was a loose woman. I never told him about my porn vocation.

I lasted until the third day before I undressed in nominal head of him. He smiled, scooped me up, and took me to bed.

I came hard and fast on him. It'd been around three weeks since I returned from Hoover's. I had no sex in that timeframe. I was very indite up.

He was holding me, playing with me whisker, later on."Have you ever been with a black man, Bea ?"

I lied. I looked to his face, running my thumb across his sassing and excite my head.

Herbert Alexander Simon smiled,"You very skilled at, well, everything."

I couldn't William Tell him. I didn't want to scare him away.

It was hot and weighty for respective calendar month. It moved incredibly fast. Simon seemed ok with this, letting me act in with him after only three calendar month of dating.

At the six-month mark, he finished eating out my pussy and climbed on top of me, sliding his turncock where his clapper was.

"Bea, will you conjoin me ?"Simon asked.

I answered without thinking.

Six calendar month later, we were naked, rolling around on a moonlit beach in Jamaica. Simon sat up, holding me, kissing my breasts, my neck, my oral fissure, his cock in deep, while gently waves landed against us. We had a howling honeymoon.

One calendar month later, he filled for annulment and kicked me out of his theater.

And that was that. That was that. He found out from a friend I did porn. I'm guessing they recognized me. Simon went berserker, calling me a liar, a tart. I sat on the bed, crying, agreeing with him.

I was too afraid to disclose my past with him. I wanted to move on from it. I realize I should have been up front with him as it could've caused a lot of pain, metre, heartache to be avoided. Yes, he would've dumped me before it got serious, but at least we wouldn't have gotten married.

I moved in with Bella temporarily. I didn't distinguish her the grounds for the annulment. She consoled me, but I knew what I really needed. Within a couple 60 minutes I booked her and myself a flight to Florida. I took her to get together Hoover. She left a week later, limping and smiling, kissing everyone there goodbye. I stayed for the residual of the summer.

When I returned, I got a job working at an art drift. I moved out of Bea's to my own post, and focused on myself for the get-go time in a long time. There were no ring fringe, no random hook ups every dark - just me, relaxing, outlay clock time with Bella, and making new, non-porn industry, friends.




-10-

Andre dropped me off at the entranceway of President Hoover's trailer park. I kissed him good-by. As he sped off, I removed my two-piece and walked bare inside.

There were a mathematical group of men in the center of the green. One of them was Herbert Clark Hoover's son - a few years older than me. He greeted me, the sight of a naked white fair sex had no issue on them. It was something they saw often.

"He's in here,"his soon motioned me to follow. I took his arm, walking by a few other Edward White char, scattered about, nude person, come to pay their respects.

"We couldn't afford a proper funeral. We got him in his trailer, a real nice casket. That's about all we could afford,"his son informed me. I felt so bad for them.

We entered the prevue and there he was, lying still in his coffin. As I approached him, I struggled to suppress laughter.

"Um, what's that ?"I pointed to Hoover's privates. I knew what it was, but I could barely contain myself.

"The old man passed away doing what he does best, what his liveliness function was - pleasing a white woman,"his son told me.

J. Edgar Hoover's erection was bulging out his drop-off, laying against his breadbasket.

"But, um, that ?"I pointed to it.

"Heh, yeah,"his son nodded."Thing must've been filled with roue when he passed, heart stopped beating, blood stopped moving around - it stayed right there. They embalmed him and here it is, still hard."

I stopped smiling."Always ready to delight a white lady,"I said.

"Yup. Probably at the pearly gates with that thing out and ready to go,"his son chuckled.

"May I have a moment alone ?"I asked.

"Sure, Bea, we'll be right outside,"his son left.

I straightened out J. Edgar Hoover's shirt, adjusted the collar. I thought about the good fourth dimension the father of my tike and I experienced - the spring gap and summers of sex. I whispered a thank you for all the joy he gave me, for allowing me to give birth to a shaver and give the child to a deserving and loving family.

I moaned when my hand met his erection. It was hard as a rock. I wanted to say goodbye to not just President Hoover, but the musical instrument of so practically delight.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his drop-off, I pulled up his shirt, and there it was. Herbert Clark Hoover's long, consecutive cock, lay still against him.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip. It was moth-eaten as I expected. I kissed it again. The osculation became sensual licks along the shaft. My fingers found my clit, rubbing it while kissed and licked President Hoover's shaft - one live on meter. I thought about climbing on top of him and making love to his body, cumming all over his big cock as a final send off. There was movement and talking veracious outside the trailer. I zipped up his pants, and tucked him back in, my spittle coating his dick.

I exited the poke and found Hoover's son. We had sex for the rest of the day and on into the night.

Several other White person char arrived. It led to an saturnalia which lasted a few 24-hour interval. The early women left, leaving me entirely with them all. The orgy then of trend became a gang bang.

All hours of the night, day, I was fucked by those men - just like when I was 18 and there for the first clock time. It was deadly nightshade, the 2nd best dark dick I've had, right behind Eric, wasn't there. We all felt his absence. None of them could get as deep inside my colon as President Hoover. It was still incredible.

A few days later, I put on my Bikini. Hoover's son offered to take me to Miami. I'd halt there, relax, visit friends, then set up to head home to Eric. There we would talk about everything.

Before Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his bank story. In the money box parking lot, in his car, he thanked me with his putz. I didn't know if it was enough, but I had plenty in delivery from my erotica calling. They could use the money to bury Hoover, maybe fix up the park if need be, get new vehicles, whatever they wanted.

He left and I hit the beach for a trivial while before checking into the hotel I reserved.

The next day, I did more of the same ; laying out, tanning, swimming. I visited a Quaker in the area, we went out to dinner party and so on. It was all very tame compared to the late full point on my trip.

I called to watch on Eric. He really, really missed me. He said he couldn't delay for me to devolve. I joked with him, saying he only missed my pussy, he got quiet saying that wasn't it.

I knew what he meant. I felt the words on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't say them. Not yet. I was scared, I needed to think. If I was going to enter a grave committed human relationship, much less with an 18-year-old, soulmate or not, I had to do it right.

My lowest night in Miami I decided to go out. I went to night club, in my same yellow apparel, tits practically popping out, with the intention of having some crapulence, dancing and that's about it. I had no intention of finding someone for sex.

I found someone alright. soul I hadn't seen since college, 14 age ago. I ran into Reymond.




-11-

He wasn't alone. He was with his wife, the same college professor, that left her husband for Reymond. She was certainly older, probably pushing 50. But she and him were out there practically dry humping on the saltation floor.

Then there was Reymond. Wow, he looked more muscular and better than ever. I stood watching him with his wife, my mouth hung give. tinker's dam, he looked safe.

The Song dynasty ended, the discontinue dancing, they walked right hand by me. I was still dazed by seeing him. I snapped out of it, turned around and tapped on the articulatio humeri.

He didn't recognize me at first. Maybe it was the lighting, my pilus, I don't know."Reymond,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back, and erupted in laughter. He hugged me, he and his wife leading me away from the crowed.

"Bea !"he hugged me again."What are you doing here ?"

"Well, I'm just in town, and was bored at my hotel so I came here. Then I saw you !"

"I know ! Gosh, look at you !"he beamed.

"Look at you !"I swatted his Brobdingnagian arm. His married woman was so very lucky to have a sexy, big pitch-dark man. I did, for a brusk while - Herbert Alexander Simon, but that didn't end.

My mind drifted to Eric next. Perhaps I did have a sexy, big disastrous man all to myself. I simply needed to commit and establish it official.

The three of us talked on and on for a duo time of day. Reymond never left Miami after college. He and his married woman married a yr after graduating. I told him I was in LA for a long time and recently moved to Charleston, South Carolina of all berth. I told him an older Sister has a sign there by the beach and invited all of us. I couldn't say no.

I told him I paid my obedience to a friend that passed away and was hitchhiking down to do so. He scolded me, saying it was serious. We joked about me popping a cap in somebody's ass if they tried to hurt me.

Near the end of the evening, his wife leaned over to whisper something to him."You sure ?"Reymond asked her. She nodded and smiled at me.

"Alright,"Reymond shrugged."Bea, she's going to head home. You got any plan ? We can go catch up."

"catch up ?"I asked."I thought we were."

I felt a hired hand on my on forearm. His wife was staring into my eyes giving me a look as if to say"catch up agency something else."

"Um, uh, well, I don't know."

"Bea, if's mulct,"Reymond leaned over."We're swingers."

I smiled nervously at her."Um, alright !"

***

"swinger, huh ?"I exited my hotel elbow room, stepping out onto the balcony high up, giving Reymond a chicken feed of Champagne-Ardenne I ordered from way service.

"Yes ma'am,"He sipped the glass.

"How long ?"

"A few years. We've met many wonderful supporter. I love her with all my heart, if she meets a nice guy and wants to make fun, she can. If I run into an old friend from high school and college, and I want to have fun, then I can."

I laughed."You sure she doesn't intellect ?"

"She doesn't. We were at the guild looking for couplet or new booster anyway. We were getting ready to go forth when you tapped my shoulder."

"I see,"I sipped my wine-coloured."it's a very bombastic shoulder, too,"I placed my glassful down, feeling his huge mesomorphic shoulder over his shirt.

"Thanks."

"I remember when you were a scrawny teenager, you just kept getting crowing and heavy it seems."

"Well, the gym and lots of protein helped,"he laughed."So LA huh ?"

"Yep, I worked in merchandising,"I told the truth, tempted to tell Reymond about my erotica vocation."Got married, didn't employment out."

"Aww, sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. You're still with your wife. So that's in force,"I said.

"Yeah. It's been difficult at times. Not because of the vacillation. I really regret how it happened, but I feel like when two soulmates meet, no issue the circumstance, they'll be together."

"Soulmates,"I thought of Eric.

"The near matter is that her ex-husband, moved on, remarried, had tyke. Around ten class ago, I found him. I apologized to him,"Reymond told me.

"Really ? He beat you up ? Not that he could, you're massive."

"Nope, no violence. I apologized, told him straight up it was wrong, and I was sorry. By that stage he already remarried. He wasn't warm, he didn't stir my hand, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how fate works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really fledged of you."

"Thank you."You got a new man ?"he asked.

"variety of."

"Heh, variety of ?"

"We aren't official. He's young. 18."

"lightlessness ?"

"Yep."

"An previous, sexy, panther preying on untried black men,"he joked.

"I didn't prey on him. I met him and something clicked."

"Maybe he's your soulmate."

"I'm not indisputable. I've been thinking about it, trying to figure out if we should be official and perpetrate. I don't want to screw things up."

Reymond looked into my eyes, his pollex caressed my cheek,"Still so very beautiful. Mmm, he'd be a lucky vernal man if you were his."

"Reymond,"I blushed.

He tipped my Kuki and slowly kissed my backtalk.

"Are you sure your wife is ok with this ?"I licked at his full lips.

"Mmhmm,"he kissed me again, his lip closing over mine.

I untucked his nice shirt, worked the push, and ran my manpower over his abs while we kissed.

"Inside,"he said.

At the foot of the bed, I watched him slowly remove his shirt, revealing his sexy, dark physical structure. I slowly pulled my dress away from my breasts, sliding it downward. I stepped forward, running a script over his chest, while the early worked his belt and pants.

"Still never been with a tweed man ? After all these years ?"he asked.

"Never,"I said. I'm an Afrosexual after all.

Stepping out of his drawers, his cock as big as ever, I guided him his backrest on the bed. I kissed and licked my up his soundbox. My backtalk started at his thighs, then his glorious cock, I licked and kissed his abs, his chest, my breasts sliding across is perfect total darkness body. My mouth found his, his prick found my pussy and we got it on.

Slow, steamy, ongoing sex was had with Reymond - nearly 20 years after of our elder promenade.

It all moved in sluggish question. My moans were longsighted, his cock slid in and out of me in slow apparent movement, his hand going to my titty, taking it to his mouthpiece all moving so slowly and sensually.

On my vertebral column he licked his way down to my pussy. I arched my back, tweaking my nipples when his spit entered me, gathering up my fluids to sample. Oh fuck, my body turned to liquid.

He gripped my hair from behind me, his cock landing place against my g-spot every two seconds. If he made love to his wife like this, she was so incredibly lucky.

hour later, his paw on my tummy, his cock in deep, my helping hand raking his abs as he came inside me. He fell on top of me, kissing me so slowly and sensually.

"Your wife,"I said, catching my breathing place."So very lucky."

"Your man, or form of man, he's lucky too."

I was asleep in Reymond's arm a little later.

The future morning in the exhibitor, he was holding my tits, kissing my cervix while pushing his cock in deep.

"Get rest home safe. It was corking eyesight you,"he said, hugging me bye. I checked out of the hotel and Reymond's wife picked us up. She took me to a car renting place. I didn't want to hitchhike home, I wanted to repulse there so I could get to Eric faster.

I was there in my other dress, a simple white one, making out with her husband, Reymond. When our randy kiss ended, I grabbed and kissed her softly on the lip."Thank you,"I told her for allowing a terrific reunion with my old lover.

I got in my letting car, waved goodby to Reymond, his arm around his wife and I drove base.




-12-

I lived in Tampa a bit before moving to Charleston. I loved the idea of me and my sister living together in a huge beach house.

Of course, meeting Eric made thing even better.

I called Bella when I pulled into the subdivision. She and Eric were at the beach. She told me to come get him, she'd have him ready for me.

I got out of my car and sprinted toward the ocean.

Bella and Eric were standing the water. She was in forepart of him, her arm moving back and forth, presumably jacking him off.

I ran into the piss, my dress still on."Out the way, bitch !"I pushed my sister away and jumped in Eric's arms, kissing him like looney.

"Hey ! shtup you, bitch !"Bella called out to me.

Eric hoisted me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me toward the home. I blew a smiling Bella a kiss.

We fucked in the doorway, we fucked in the living room, on the sofa, on the floor, we fucked on the dining room mesa, we fucked while going up the stairs, finally, we fucked on and on and on in my bed.

We forgot to eat dinner. He missed several calls from his parents. I nearly passed out from climaxing so much. When he had to pee, he scooped me up, took me to the shower bath, slid his stopcock out of me and puddle all over me. I turned the shower bath on, got back in his arm, and we kept fucking.

He called his parents back, telling them he was fine, that he lost track of time playing telecasting secret plan at a acquaintance's. He told them he was invited to detain the Night, they said that was exquisitely. We kept on screwing.

Night fell, hours past, midnight arrived, the moon made its way across the sky. We kept fucking.

Dawn arrived. We climaxed in each other's arms. I rolled off him, a souse wet, sweaty mess, unable to speak or incite.

He had a petite amount of strength left. Just enough to tell me something. In a quiet whisper in my ear Eric said,"I love you."

I could've cried, but was too consume. I used the terminal bit of energy in me to smile and close my optic.

***

Here I am, the adjacent day. Eric went rest home, hung out with his parents after a few 60 minutes nap, yadda yadda yadda, he snuck back over here live night.

We didn't have sex all Nox. We couldn't ; too sore and tired from the previous night. We took our time, took it retard, licked everywhere, every inch of one another, and we talked. We talked a lot.

Naked, in his arm, I told him I loved him too. I told him about mellow school, college, Hoover, having a child, moving to LA. I told him all about my hitchhiking trip. Then I told him I was a smut star for seven, long years. He laughed, saying that was awesome.

"No wonder, you so good working my dick, girl !"He laughed and squeezed me tight. I thought it was because he was a Young, 18-year-old, that thought the idea of being with a former porn star was cool. Either way, he was very well with it.

I told him almost all of my enigma. Except one, the one only Bella and I share. Maybe in due time, in the midst of a passionate threeway perhaps, her and I worshipping his body, it'd slip out. Maybe he'd be able-bodied to visualise out that her and I are very close indeed.

Then we got severe. I told him I loved him again. He said he considered not going to college, just moving in with me. I advised against that, saying I'd visit him often. We talked about our feelings, how we felt a soulmate connection.

Losing my virginity to Reymond, Donald Robert Perry Marquis being my high school mantrap and dumping me, meeting Hoover and the entire trailer park - none were as safe as Eric.

My first boss, Jerome, in LA, Big Rascal and all his boys, all the pro athletes I escorted and of course, Killa'D and the countless erotica mavin I worked with - non were as great as Eric.

Even my ex-husband Simon, along with the recent sexual encounters. Camping with Willie, the five-day Dayron piece of ass fest in Jacksonville, big dicked toughie, Andre - none were as utter as Eric.

I'm sitting on top of Eric now, tickling him waken. He opens his eyes and smiles at me. I lean down, lovingly looking to his face, my breasts mashing against his thorax. It's the font of a man I'm in lovemaking with, who I want to be with, who I want to belong to, hopefully forever.

I notice his ears are the same contour as mine. His eyes look a short like mine too. His mentum and jawline look like something I've seen before - perhaps on an Uncle long ago.

I kiss his lip. Is he my prospicient missed child I gave up for acceptation ? Am I his mother ? Did I just so happen to locomote here, meet him, and become romantically involved with the develop child J. Edgar Hoover gave me at age 18 ?

I am 36 now, 18 year erstwhile than Eric. I giggle, kissing his lips over and over. He sits up, kissing me severely, holding me.

If Eric is my son, I don't care.

The end .