introduction

I could watch the sunrise from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my bedroom, let the cool sunup air hug my naked consistence, and spotter sun rise over the Atlantic sea. But instead of watching that beautiful plenty from my new beach-front home, I 'm watching an exhausted sinister man sleep in my bed. If I smoked fag, I 'd definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful sight in his own right. He 's tall, muscular, dark-brown, nearly shaven hair on his caput, a trimmed landscape of whisker around his putz. I eye his humanness while he sleeps, I could stare at his Joseph Black dick all day. But doing so would only drive me insane with lust and desire for it.

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

We spoke the next time I saw him. He was very shy, but friendly. I could tell he wanted our conversation to continue on, but he had no idea how to score that happen. I wondered if he ever spoke to a woman out and about like that. Ultimately, I did n't give care. His gorgeous fateful body, my preference in a man, was all I saw. We exchanged epithet, then on a whim, before we left the gym for the day, I gave him my bit. Eric looked like he did n't know what to do with it ! I could n't help but laugh at this shy, huge, opprobrious man feeling awkward after a tweed cleaning woman gave him her number.

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

It was beautiful. Whispering in his ear to relax as I straddled my naked organic structure on his. Kissing his midst, full sass slowly before sliding his massive pecker inside me. Cumming on him almost instantly, while he tenderly held me.

After I climaxed for the very first time on him, we kissed again. There was something wizardly about this guy, this high shoal scholarly person. I could n't put my finger on it, but suffice to say we had sex as much as we could over the next few weeks.

He snuck out after going to bed to get together up with me. I fucked him hard in the schooltime 's parking lot, before form. And now hold up Nox ; he told his parents he was staying at a schoolmate 's planetary house, lying so he could drop the night with me.

We went on and on and on. This machine, this 18-year-old dark kid, made erotic love to me like he 's known me forever. It was so beautiful. It 's like we fit perfectly - his cock in my pussy, my body in his arms.

His putz twitched. I wonder what he 's dreaming about ? I smile and maltreat outside to the balcony, the cool off dawn air hugging me. What a dark we had. What aliveness I 've had. Maybe I was made for him. I 've never felt this way before.

I sit and watch the sun lift, running my men through my groundless, red hair. I chuckle, thinking about all the pitch-black men I 've been with, none have been like Eric.

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

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

I needed to get away, to think about things. Since I love traveling, I decided to take a route misstep. I 've taken many in my lifespan, but this would be to think about giving my lifespan to this young calamitous man. That 's more than just my breasts, my pussy, my body, but my life. I had to cogitate about seriously committing to someone, and in my late 30s, maybe even union. Would it be with Eric ? Would he go to college ? Would he give up everything for me ? Would I let this perfect feeling toward a perfect black man go ?

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

Another ingredient pushing me to locomote was a last of another total darkness man. He was my favorite. Old Man Hoover, I called him. Not that death is ever convenient, besides for someone in changeless agony, but traveling to that southern Florida trailer park to pay my respects to his menage gave me a specific destination.



-1-

I have secrets. We all do. A few of them, only those close to me have a go at it ; a mates, only I know. Eric is the eccentric of guy, 18 or not, I could tell apart everything to.

I pulled my Glock 17 9mm side arm out of my top lot. Put a snip in and turned off the safety."I'm ready,"I told my sister Bella.

"For what ? A route head trip or assassination mission ?"she joked. She was au naturel, like me, lying in Eric's arms.

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

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"Well, non-sexual, amusing business."

I put the gun in my pocketbook and fill origin of everything."Ok, bikinis, money, phone, makeup, a couple of dresses, my gun, purse, and Eric's balls are empty. I think I'm good to go."

"Yes. When his junky refill, I'll be here to drain them !"Bella kissed Eric's cheek, running her hands over his chest.

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to piss certain Eric was taken charge of while I was gone. I wondered if the fact I needed Eric to be properly serviced throughout the day, was a preindication I truly loved him, trusting my babe to be a relief, or if I really loved black cock. I think it's a bit of both.

"You sure you don't want a drive ?"Bella asked, watching me pull on a simpleton sundress, no underclothes.

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

I went over to Eric to kiss him goodbye. A simple kiss on the brim escalates into more. Our tongues get involved, our mouths close on top of one another's, his hands groped my chest of drawers. I want to have this attire off and fuck his brains out.
"Mmm, yeah, there we go,"Bella watched us make believe out.

"She'll take care of you, featherbed,"I ended the kiss, wiping my back talk, adjusting my frock.

"Yeah, I'll young woman you though,"Eric said.

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

***

One enigma, that only I and Bella know, is my sexuality. I came up with a term for it. While technically I'm bi-sexual, I drill down further to be more specific. The terminus 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 descent ; black men being identification number one. I like women too, of any subspecies, but fateful men are what do it the most for me.

I walked along a few land mile, making my way to the interstate. From there it was a few minutes when a teamster picked me up.

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

"You need a lift ?"

"Please."

"Get on up in here,"he motioned.

"Thank you so much,"I adjusted my dress and sat up look 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 set down off at Brunswick ?"I asked.

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

As soon as I started becoming sexually attracted to hoi polloi, it was Black person hombre that I'd spirit at. When I daydreamed of my wedding, the stableboy was black-market. When I thought about going to the prom, my day of the month was nigrify. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was black. Every sexual thinking or fantasy with a male person, he was Joseph Black.

At the promenade with friends, they'd giggle if cunning boys would walk by us. I only did if the boys were black. Going back further, in middle school, I had"boyfriend"of sorts, nothing real, he was ignominious. We'd portion lunch, we even held script. I thought it was incredible. The others picked on me, I didn't understand why at the meter. I'd learn why as I got older.

In high school day, I got my existent starting time beau. I lost my virginity to him. His name was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in school day. When I was picked on by my friends, I thought at starting time it was because of that. He was tall, gangling, drinking glass, but excelled at math, helping me out immensely. Sure there were jockstrap that were much hotter, but Reymond was sweet.

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

He moved away with his family unit in the summer. Our in conclusion night together was a marathon 69 session, followed by hours of sex on my sleeping room story. I didn't want my parents to see the bed banging against the wall. Just before dawn, I snuck him out, and said auf wiedersehen. 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 place he stopped at, halfway to Brunswick.

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

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

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

"I do."

I straddled him back there, kissing him, feeling his erection get bigger and bigger against my kitty. Mmm, I loved it.

A moment later, I fished that big dick out, and was on my knees sucking all over it.

I wondered if masses could see the cab of his vast hand truck rocking to and fro in the parking lot of the gas station. I was riding his stopcock so hard and fast, he lost track of time.

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

"wait, I want you to cum though."

"fountainhead get back on your human knee and suck that pecker, then."

A pair minutes later, he filled my sass. I swallowed various large gulping of seed.

I laughed when he rushed to the front line cab, cock still dripping cum and hastily put his rear bang on. I wiped my mouth and joined him. I put my belt on and remained nude.

***

School started up again soon and with it, my indorsement boyfriend. He was a yr older than me, a football wizard, and reminded me a little of Eric. He was ripped, built, Brobdingnagian. I still missed Reymond, but Marquis quickly made me forget.

I feel hard in love with him. I went everywhere with him. football game plot, recitation, the promenade, everywhere. I was the only Andrew D. White girl at his family functions. I was his lady friend and he kept me in constant orgasmic bliss.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his house for sex. When school started back up, he'd pick up each morning I'd suck his cock in his car until it was time to go to class. I accompanied him to two proms. Each one ending in an all-night screwing fest. We'd rolling around, telling each other how much we loved one another, then climax together.

When he dumped me, my heart felt like it shriveled up and blew away like pulverization in the lead. I was beyond beat. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be single.

When I started my fourth-year year of high school, I discovered I had no friends ; no white single at to the lowest degree. The Stanford White fille looked at me with disgust, the white guys ignored me. The black girls were almost downright belligerent with me. I learned a lot my first couple weeks back at school day.

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

Stereotypes are based in reality. Was I a stereotype ? A stereotyped white crank, trollop that sleeps around with all the Negroid guys ? I didn't feel like that. Yes, I was only attracted to blacks, but only had sex with two by that degree. Both were my boyfriends ; the second I was madly in beloved with.

At this point I got furious. I was abject, heartbroken, multitude 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 playact the part.

I started with the football game squad first, having sex with marquess'old teammate. By the time Halloween approached, I was done with them, and was having my first bunch bang at a party. There was about 20 or so that fucked me that night. I was getting tossed around from blackness guy to black guy. Some of them went to my shoal, some didn't.

I saw a few schoolmate roll their center and leave, after watching my defenseless consistence getting taken by various black men at once. That'd give them something to spill about number Monday.

By the end of the first semester, I finished having sex with the basketball squad - all the black ones of course. I never once let myself feel make out 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 lonesome end.

bound prison-breaking arrived, I was exhausted. However, I was meddling. I was driving down to Miami to check over out the University there. It was for a tour to see if I'd be matter to in going.

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

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

On the way back home, the next day, was when I met the man who recently died. He's a man that had the comfortably black tool I've ever had.




-3-

"Alright, here you go,"the number one wood pulled to a stop, letting me out. I put my wearing apparel on and thanked.

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

"truelove, you've made me recent !"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 epithet.

I walked a few statute mile to my destination - Jekyll Island. I was going to do some encampment.

I rented a small collapsible shelter from the website's general stock and headed on. The cashier gave me a comic feel. I get those a lot. I guess he wondered what I was doing there all by myself, in a pretty sundress, with only a purse. I smiled and waved bye to him.

I set up bivouac near the rear of the campground, next to someone else. They weren't there, but I could see smoke billowing up from their flame.

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

The beach was gorgeous. I walked for a yoke 60 minutes, standing by the tree, walking along the water supply, exploring really. There were muddy Creek that flowed into the ocean. I looked around, watching hiss scoop down and get Fish. I felt at peace.

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

***

On my private road back plate from the college term of enlistment 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 up hours north of Miami in a swampy, middle of nowhere, region.

I didn't know what to do. This was the recently 90s, electric cell phones existed, but not everyone and their grandma had one.

I needed to come up a payphone. I was getting hot in the midday sun. I couldn't sit there in the car and cook. I had to call in my parents, then get it towed somewhere. I got out and walked on the calm back road. I was stopped a few mo later.

"Miss ? You ok, dear ?"a disastrous man rolled down his window.

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

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

I laughed,"You're not ugly !"

"I'm old though."

"fountainhead, sorta."

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

"free people ?"

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

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

"Hey, you got that right wing !"

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

We approached trailer park where President 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 close, 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 in effect. You can cut it and head on into the trailer there and wait for your car, or you can join in on the fun. It's up to you, Miss."

"Um, ok,"I was confused.

"Follow me. Feel destitute to lead to that preview, if you want. No one is forcing you to do anything. You hear me ?"

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

I found out a moment later. fright faded, replaced with oddity then joy at the pile 40 feet away from me.

My oral fissure dropped as I watched three white women, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a fire getting fucked by a group of calamitous men. One was tied to a tree, getting proceeds from butt. Another on her back on a terrace, a smutty man on top. The third base 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 good time. You don't have to participate."

I kept walking toward the grouping. Hoover tried to stop me."If you feel you too Loretta Young for this, head on dorsum, bout away."

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't nix illegal here, other than nudity outside a planetary house. There's a pretty little white cop that doesn't give us any trouble. These women asked us to do this."

"Herbert Hoover,"I turned to front him, glaring at him."I want every bingle one of you to fuck me."

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

There I was, 18 yr old, leaping suspension of my final class of in high spirits shoal in my second crowd fringe.

It was a fuzz, a total blur or sex, sweat, and semen. I came and came and came with around 30 or so black men that lived in that trailer car park. When one was done, I'd beg for more than.

"Harder !"I'd yell.

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

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

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

I realized then, this was going to be my aliveness - constant sex with mordant men.

After midnight, having forgotten to call my parents, I limped to William Hoover's trailer. When I entered it, I fell to my knees, partly exhausted, but partly weakened by the longest, most beautiful Shirley Temple Black pecker I'd ever seen.

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

I crawled to him, my oral cavity and pussy salivating. I climbed onto his fold-out couch, grabbed that old black dick, and fucking worshipped it.

I orgasmed respective times 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 serious cock I'd ever had and would remain so for many, many years.

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

I did my good to cod him, but couldn't fit his stallion duration in. Luckily, my asshole had been broken in earlier. That long dick slid rightfield in all the way. I felt like he was in my belly. I watched him rub my white meat and bay window while I sat on him, his dick in my ass all the way.

"Glad you having a good metre. We love to hold fun here,"Herbert Hoover said. I could feel his cock twitching in my stomach.

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

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

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

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

A few hour later, Herbert Hoover got out of bed, waking me up in the appendage. I watched the older man leave the trailer. I went after him, grabbing his handwriting, walking with him to the bonfire.

It was only he and I out. He stoked the flaming, piling more wood. We sat there holding hired man, 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 whole live. My dada and Grandpappy owned some land by the swampland. I got it and help set up this poke park."

"And the charwoman ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By chance event. Started by helping a skillful white lady out, long, long ago with a plane tire. Probably well before you were born. Don't know what it was. Maybe she was dysphoric in her marriage, maybe she just wanted to experiment, but she came back here and disinvest for me. I was a youth man, I was uneasy, but I took care of her plane tire and her subsequently that day. Word must've spread. Over the years we've had thoroughly handful of White person women stop by for a weekend here and there."

I smiled and stood in front of him, he patted my bay window, squeezed a big tit, and I straddled him. He guided his cock in me, I kissed him, and we had slacken, love-making sex.

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




-4-

The wonderful ocean breezed on Jekyll Island, kissed my skin. I felt like masturbating to be honest. I thought doing so later that night in my tent.

I left many matter at home base on this hitchhiking trip. Would I manipulate people to get what I need ? A drive, food, fire ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as manipulation. I saw it as making a protagonist.

I was alone on the beach. I felt like going nude, but decided against it. Mainly because I saw person and his dog in the distance. As I walked closer, I saw a black man fishing in a Creek. He pulled out a net with Cancer the 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 really respectable too,"he said. His dog walked over to me, sniffing me.

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

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

"Well, come on over and I'll show you. Got ta keep it quiet, I could get fined for doing this,"he said. I smiled and crossed over to him.

He was erstwhile than Hoover when I first met him. Probably late 60s. His hair was lily-white, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a jr. white woman in a skimpy bikini talking to him. I didn't see a hoop on his finger when he was showing me the net, explaining how to drop it. He gave me a elaborate lesson. He stood behind me, putting my branch into office, and helped me sick 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 unadulterated name for an old, black man, fishing near the beach.

I told him I was hitchhiking to southern Florida, mentioning an old protagonist passed away. He questioned if it was condom for me to hitch. I told him I had a special ally along with me and I knew how to fire it. He understood, saying it was commodity that a fairly White River lady protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

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

"Well that's you huh ?"he asked, watching me walk to my tent, right side by side to his campsite.

"Yep,"I beamed.

"Well, I tell you what, come on over and I'll cook up some of this fish and crab for you. vocalize good ?"

"Sounds wonderful, Willie."

***

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

I was at the mall one day, looking at promenade attire, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the black students at schooling used me for sex. But for some reason, no one asked me yet. Maybe they got tired of me. I didn't know.

I walked along and felt a tap on my berm. I turned around to see a familiar typeface, however, the rest of him was quite different. It Reymond. He was still tall, but not tight fitting and lanky. He filled out. He was big and powerful. He didn't wear glasses anymore. I did a double take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

My lip 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 chest."I got contacts."

"Yeah,"I smiled.

"You shopping for prom frock ?"

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

"Ah, sorry to see that. I think my school's promenade is the Lapp 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 nerveless, Bea. Now we'll know someone 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 toilet, hastily unzipping Reymond's shorts. He was leaning over, kissing me.

I pulled his iniquity skinned cock out."Oh roll in the hay,"I whispered before devouring it.

"Mmm, Bea,"he ran his hands through my pilus.

I got his dick sufficiently coated in spittle and stood."I don't to be anyone's girlfriend,"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 scanty, and hopped in his arms.

"You can subscribe to care of me in college, and I'll take care of you. No grievous relationship. Sex crony,"I said, the heartbreak Marquis caused still bite a bit.

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

"Ah piece of tail !"I cried out in the bathroom.

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

"Mine is the same Nox, I got a date. But for you, for this pussy, I'd natural on her,"He said.

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

"Reymond, plosive consonant, postponement,"I said.

"Huh ?"

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

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

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

"Oh,"he held me, taking in the secret I shared."surmise I won't need to use condoms with you,"he gave a one-half smile.

I laughed and kissed him."Guess not."




-5-

"Mmm, yummy !"I finished up the final stage piece of crab Willie shucked for me. I sat side by side to him on a log near the campfire.

"Glad you like it. You just get here ? It's a two night lower limit,"he said.

"Yep. What about you ?"

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

"I'll stop in Jacksonville."

"Ah. rightfield 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 nous. Something to do, you know ?"

"Yeah,"I rested my promontory on his shoulder.

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

"Mmhmm. Well, 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 flack.

I stood up, removed my two-piece top, then my bottoms. I smiled at him, watching him expect me over. He grinned, laughing a bit."That huh ?"

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

A moment later, he entered the tent, undoing his belted ammunition. I held out my arms, smiling at him. He climbed on top of me.

***

Reymond and I went to the promenade. We stayed a little while, danced some, but left early so we could fuck. His parents were at some case really late, so we went to his house a few school districts over.

A few calendar week later at commencement exercise, I participated in my third ring bang. It was in the boy'restroom. It wasn't amazing. Some of the blackness jockstrap lured me in there, by flashing me a hammer. I figured why not. I'd probably never see these guy cable again.

It was about 10 of them."White slut,"they'd call me after filling my throat, pussycat, or ass with cum. They left me alone, I put my commencement robes back on, washed my face and left. I flipped the bird to the school in the back of my parent's car when they weren't looking.

speechmaking of my parents, they made me turn over the babe up for adoption. I told them over the summer. I could've argued with them, saying it was ironic they sent me to Miami by myself to deal with college business, yet they are forcing me to yield up a child and not raise it like an adult.

I agreed with them though. I didn't merit a infant.

At college Reymond and I had sex three metre a day. I abandoned my student residence, staying with him and his roomie. We did it in the morning, in the shower before course of study. We met up during the afternoon for sex. Then at night, we did it after studying, until we were tired.

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

When Reymond was busy, there were a few former guy rope I'd rotate. They didn't mind having sex with a pregnant white girl.

I had the baby just before Thanksgiving break of serve. It came a piffling early. I couldn't feel at the tyke. I closed my eyes, split streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the child would be better off.

During my endorse semester of starter year, Reymond and I worked out together. He helped me shed some sister weight.

It was around this fourth dimension, he started getting busier with former students. There were various clean missy he rotated. One of the was a professor. 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 person pupil I'd roll in the hay before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was busy again. He agreed to sate in once Thomas More and took me to the shower.

I didn't go home for leap falling out. I went to see Hoover. He remembered me. I stayed and integral week there. I was naked the whole clip. Cum was splattering on my pectus, tummy, back, font on the hour all day and Nox. I slept with William Hoover when I finally tired.

The week 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 how-do-you-do. I watched her get in, kissing and licking all over Reymond. I smiled and joined in.

sophomore, junior, and fourth-year year leaping breaking were spent with Hoover inside me.

Throughout college, Reymond and I slept together quite a bit. However, as fourth dimension progressed the prof was around more and more.

In my older year I developed a stable of various dozen freshman. They were my backups. I taught those guys a lot. There were quite a few three way with them. By the time I graduated college, they were white woman pleasers for surely.

Before graduation, all of them, fucked me in one nighttime. It was my fourth part and large gang thrill yet.

As the sun rose, I limped back to my and Reymond's hall. I was dripping semen, from my pussy, mentum, hands, everywhere. My garb was tattered and torn.

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

College ended. Reymond and I lost contact. Last I heard he and his older, blank 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 chum - less drama, less pain in the neck, more than fun.

***

I was in Willie's arm, rubbing his big belly, watching the campfire spark and go out. He fucked me really honest. Of course every single black man I've been with has. I kissed his impertinence, Willie snoring lightly. I put on my sandals and walked around outside nude.

The cool dark air felt marvellous. My nipples were hard, my clit still tingling from several 60 minutes of sex with Willie. I thought of Eric, filling me with cum, holding me.

I walked over to the shower adroitness, not caring if anyone saw me naked. The campground 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 ocean while he crabbed nearby.

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

"You gon na get in more trouble 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, knack on, girl."

I watched Willie whip out his erect cock. My eyes widened seeing the dog hungrily lick his shaft."One sec, girl,"Willie stood, removing his pant.

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

"Our trivial secret ?"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, female child,"he spanked my ass.

I became an beast, a dog in heating system, like the German shepherd. Perhaps the love of blackamoor 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 cell as we could.

"Ugh, good girlfriend, soundly girls,"Willie patted out rachis.

Willie stood up, grabbed his drawers and headed to the collapsible shelter. His dog was licking my look, my mouth, her tongue going in between my brim to search for every last drop cloth. I opened my rima oris letting her get in there for more.

The dog finished up, all the semen licked up, and walk into Willie's tent. I wiped my mouthpiece, 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 gear day, became involved sexually with the man that hired me.

Jerome was his public figure. He'd nooky me in his office sometimes. We'd take lunch together, having sex in his car. After oeuvre, we'd meet up for beverage, and he'd spend the dark at my flat or I'd stoppage at his.

Sleeping with Jerome for a few months introduced me to the rap humankind. nigh of the company's node were rap music or rap record labels.

I attended events with Jerome. He'd introduce me to several rapper. Sure, I'd flirt, present them my identification number, but usually I'd end up riding Jerome's black tool later than night.

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

I met up with the rapper a couple dark later for deglutition. We talked, I went back to his topographic point, and we fucked.

He was good, veridical near. He knew how to work a white slit. I slept with him for about a year.

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

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

The night before a pivotal conversation with Big rascal, one that changed my lifespan. I was in, yet another ring thrill - my fifth one.

Big Rascal was having a political party after the sack of his fresh album. I wasn't the simply white little girl there. several others were sucking prick on a redact, or a hot seat. It was great. I felt I was at home.

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

When he nutted on my face, he slapped my ass, and told me to go exhibitor.

When I got out of the rain shower, a towel wrapped around me. I counted all seven of Big imp's entourage, along with additional twelve party node. I smiled and dropped the towel.

It was long, orgasm and cum-filled night.

The next evening, I was on top of Big Rascal in his immense bed. He was rubbing his hands all over my tits. We were chatting a bit.

"girlfriend, you got the beneficial snatch I've ever had. You feel me ?"

"Thank you, cocker,"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 feel him. I didn't what he was talking about.

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

"service me with what, babe ?"

"You're extra. You know it. You know what you good at. You skilful at workin'Black person gumshoe. You feel me ?"

"wellspring, yeah, but -"

"This guy can help you reach your maximum likely. I want you to talk to him. I want you to hear him out. I want you to keep an open psyche. 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 very much like the one with me on my hitchhiking journey.

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

"Not a rapper. He's in a unlike industry - one that you'd be perfect for. I want you to call him. I already told him about you. I told him how serious you take bleak dick. How just you work it. visit him, and don't be afraid. His name says ‘ Killa'but he wouldn't hurt a fly. You feel me ?"

I got off Big Rascal, his cock slurping out of my twat. 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 golf club, or an date serve. I shrugged and figured I'd give him a outcry at least.

Big Rascal, came up behind me, grabbing my boob. I reached around for his pecker, arched my back and slid it into me.

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

He slowly slid his cock in and out, knowing deep down, in his fondness, 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 computer address to come across. It just so happened to be a striptease club.

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

Killa'D was quite a specimen, not someone that matched his moniker. He was dressed in a suit of clothes and tie, had a gold ticker, rings, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a trimmed byssus his face. I assumed he went to the barber weekly or even Thomas More. I was a footling shy at first. My figured he was a high-end panderer.

He shook my hand, telling me it was a delight merging me. Then we got right to it.

"My friend, Big scallywag, told me about you. He and I go back a yearn time. Back when we were in the hood, working to get out. I trust him very much."

I nodded, looking around the elbow room. It wasn't crowded, a few ignominious men here and there, with white stripper giving lap dance.

"He told me you really know how to work a black dick. He said you use that twat, them titties, that ass, and that mouth of yours expertly on a dick,"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 card."Let me allay your judgment a bit. I'm not a ponce. I'm not asking you to be a exotic dancer, though if you wanted to, you could go up there and trip the light fantastic toe - the director wouldn't mind. I'm not asking you to be an escort. Look at my party's name. discern it ?"

I took the card, reading the name."white Vixen ?"I said aloud."No, I don't know what that is,"I handed the card back to him, he held up his palm, declining it.

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

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

"That's right. interracial porn. I started the company a decade ago. It's one of the highest grossing porn electrical distributor in the humankind - specifically, like I said, interracial porn. He told me you could be my next big hotshot,"Killa D said.

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

"I understand. That's why it's a lot to believe. You'd have to think of a degree name. You'd have to get tested regularly - which my company enforces and pays for. Then of class, there's the secret. You probably couldn't separate your family, your friends and neighbors. There's stereotypes that go along with it."

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

"My idea are, if you enjoy something, if you love it, AND you can get paid for doing it, that's win-win rightfield 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 evince that love to others ?"he asked.

I bit my buttocks lip. A stripper around my age came over to say hello 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 honorable as you are with black dick. So what do you say ?"

"Can I at least think about it ?"

"Please do."

"Alright,"I looked to his identity card again, reading his name."Why do they call you Killa'D ?"

He smiled at me and extended his hand.

***

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

"Ohhhh, shit,"I collapsed on top of his sexy, muscular dead body."Mmm fuck."

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

He put me to sleep. I fell asleep on him in his take to Beverly mound home. It was the first prison term sex made me fall asleep. trusted I'd eventually go to bed after recollective nights, but this, the act itself, was so practiced, I was out low temperature in minutes.

The succeeding morn, he cooked me breakfast. We laid out by the syndicate, me jacking his cock while we discussed his program for me. I didn't bring a bathing suit, so I was naked.

Killa'D said he'd act as my federal agent, getting me function, finding early performers to operate with. He even suggested I could clean or escort if I wanted to on the side ; like other porn whizz he managed. He said I could convey in a lot of money escorting several professional athlete around - then sleeping with them of grade.

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 vex, he'd help.

I stayed with him the rest of the day, all night, and on into the adjacent good afternoon. We fucked pretty much the whole time. It was Sunday good afternoon when I left. I had to work the future day. He said take a hebdomad to intend about it and that he'd call me the following Friday night.

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




-8-

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

I sucked his stopcock the total way. When we arrived I finished him off, swallowing his load, said goodbye and hopped out of his pickup motortruck.

I checked into my way, put on a bikini and went to the beach. I walked a retentive way, mentation of Eric mostly, daydreaming about one day taking trips like this with him, fucking the entire time.

I stopped and ate an ahead of time dinner at a beachside café, then headed back to the room. My programme for the even was to go to a baseball club, find oneself a black guy, and bring him back to my room for the night - something I've done many times.

A call to my sister, Bella, changed that.

I put on a petite, lily-livered apparel, my tits practically hanging out. the right way before I went out I decided to yell and hold on her and Eric.

"Hello ?"she answered, her sass sounded broad of something.

"Bella ?"

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

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

"null much, just getting ready to go out for the night."

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

"good. You're sucking his dick, aren't you ?"

"Oh I've been slobbering all over this thing for virtually 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 take a breather deeply into the sound,"Oh shag, I love this thing."More sucking sounds.

"Can I talk to him please ?"

"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 black gumshoe,"I heard her say as the phone traveled to Eric.

"Bea,"he answered.

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

"I miss you too. Real bad. Ah son of a bitch, get that dick,"Eric told Bella.

"She's taking maintenance of you ?"

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

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

"Good, cuz I need you in my life,"Eric said. We chatted another hour, 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 twenty-four hours. There was a whack at my door.

"Hi,"I answered it. The young, blacken employee nodded, handing me cleanse towels."Oh, thanks,"and closed the threshold.

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

"Ma'am ?"he turned around, a few infantry from the door. He was wearing a name tag on his waistcoat."Dayron"it read.

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

"Um, 10pm."

"An hr. Ok. Totally say no if you want, but when you get off workplace can you add up by ?"

"What for ?"he asked.

I pulled my yellow attire apart, revealing my chest to him.

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

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

***

I was a pornstar for seven, long years.

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

"Bea,"he grinned, a potable in his helping hand."seed in."

He put his drinkable down and started undressing."Got an answer for me ?"

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

"Of course."

"Then my resolution 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 workweek notice the next day. Jerome bent me over his desk and fucked me one lowest clip. He told me I didn't have to come back and that sex was all I was good for anyway. I agreed with him 100 %.

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

I told him I want my 1st scenery to be ambitious, insane, and really hit a scar - a crew bang.

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

I went by the name Bianca. My inaugural picture, a gang bang called,"Bianca Gets Blacked"featured 100 black men. The shoot lasted all day. I was thoroughly exhausted. That night I took a long, hot bath with Killa'D.

I felt at home doing porn - like it was my destiny. It wasn't always easy, the hours could be rough, the side weren't always comfortable, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were girl with drug trouble, pa issues, abusive past, and so on. I didn't have any of those problem. I genuinely love sex with Shirley Temple and I got paid to do it.

I did several intensity of motion picture series. It was here I used the terminal figure Afrosexual to distinguish myself. White hellcat marketed me as such too.

Every day, all day, was sex on motion picture. At night it was sex with Killa'D and several dissimilar male performer I befriended.

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

I went family for Yule when I was 24. Bella was 20. On one of those Nox, I woke up past tense midnight. I heard some interference coming from the kitchen. I snuck down there, tip-toeing, to see what it was.

I saw Bella being double-teamed by two Joseph Black men in the kitchen. She was covering her back talk to restrain quiet.

My oldest sister married a black man. She gained a stepson. He and I had sex on affair.

All the cleaning woman in my kinfolk, except perhaps for my mother, loved black cock. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to tell them of my job. They all thought I still worked at a selling company.

I hardly ever got home much in my 20s. cinematography, stripping, escorting, fucking was an everyday, no weekends, no break of serve, thing.

When Bella finished college, she moved to LA and stayed with me. I was 26 and had my own planetary house, not far from Killa'D. I can't recall how many times I was tempted to make for her into the porn diligence, especially after seeing how ravenous she was with shameful men.

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

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

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

Sometimes alcohol was involved. Sometimes the men would evanesce out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a resultant role, to a greater extent closed book that only she and I know were created with each other. enigma nights of cacoethes and love developed between sisters. Perhaps fitting for another story.

I was tested once a week. I was safe. But I was very, very wear.

On my 28 birthday, I worked a bachelor party. I stripped, danced, and flirted with the black men there. It led to a small gang bang of 10.

I got home the succeeding break of the day and passed out. Bella was asleep in her bed with a black she met somewhere. I wanted to kip for days but couldn't. I have to be at the studio soon.

whiteness harpy started shooting girl-on-girl stuff too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job description. Pussy and blackness shaft was all I did for the finally two eld of my career. By the sentence I was 30, I needed something different.



-9-

This 20-year-old hotel employee, Dayron, really gave it to me goodness. He stayed the night with me and because he didn't have work the next day, he stayed all day and another night. He got up the next dawn, got dressed for the offset prison term since arriving to my room, and went to work. I went to the beach again. That nighttime 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 two-piece back on, grabbed my bag and started walking southbound on the A1A with my quarter round out.

Did working in the porn industry 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 send for it that, were two brothers, buying me for a workweek over the days. They took me to various tropical resort. We had sex the whole prison term, it was great, but again it wasn't a real vacation. I wanted to go someplace where I wasn't paid to fuck. Much like this hitchhiking trip. If I have sex along the way, great, but I'm not working.

I walked a few hours along the beach highway. I heard a car, rap music blare, roll up behind me, honking the horn.

I turned around and waved. A younger black guy, looked out the windowpane."Hey yo ! lady friend you need a drive ?"

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

"Aight, get in. Where you going ?"

"South. pair hours north of Miami,"I told him.

"darn, yo, that's a farseeing way. son of a bitch. 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'mind, squawk. Get in,"he said.

I forgot about my gun, and got in.

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

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

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

"Wow. certainly thing, here's the name and address,"he punched it into his GPS, turned up the rap music, and I went to work sucking that fateful prick of his.

It took me back to all the parties Killa'D would bewilder. I'd be fucking him and all his boys. Even Big Rascal and his posse comitatus showed up. I'd be bouncing on his hawkshaw, while his latest undivided was blasting through the speakers.

Those were fun times during my porn life history, but it was constant. There was no breaking, no suspension, invariant work.

When I told Killa'D I wanted to hit the hay, he was saddened, but understood. He offered more money, a new car, everything. I had my ramification wrapped around him while he slammed his putz into me, telling me what he'd return me to realize me abide. elevator car, money, clothes, jewelry, all of it wouldn't go along me on. He even offered himself, saying he'd pass up all the other White cleaning lady he slept with in party favour of only me.

I said no thanks.

"Negotiations"lasted various day in his bed. My final resolution was still no.

At this item, I was 30 age old, Bella had since moved out, living in a prissy apartment a few miles away, and I just retired from the smut manufacture.

There as only one matter I needed to do.

I flew to Everglade State and lived with Old Man Herbert Clark Hoover for the summertime.

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

I made lovemaking to the father of my child every day. He never knew he got me meaning 12 years earlier.

That time with William Hoover made me suppose of things. I thought about what to do with my life. Could I live a rule life-time ? Could I settle down and get married ? Maybe even have a child the right way ? I had no idea. 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 El Salvadoran colon was stretched out inside me thanks to President Hoover's long cock. All that anal sex with him, mmm, it was so amazing.

I had alternative to hit. I decided to do something that was selfish, horrible, and very poorly thought out.

I got married.

***

"Ah fuck, yeah, baby. You workin'that dick well !"my raw number one wood, Andre, told me."I'll drive yo sexy ass anywhere you want."

We were about an hour north of the lagger car park. I was naked in the passenger incline of Andre's car. I felt so aphrodisiac sucking his dick with all that rap music in the background.

Andre pulled into a gas post."You gon na render me that pussy when we arrive right ?"

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

"Oh diddley,"he said."Speaking of which, I need to take one. I'll be flop back, bitch."

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

"What you doin'?"he asked, a few instant later. I was waiting by the bath threshold behind the gas station. He arrived with the key.

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

"I know, but I got ta -"

"subscribe to a poop. No pun intended, but I don't give a shit,"I said.

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

I removed my two-piece."I don't founder a ass !"

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

That youthful, black thug must've felt like a B. B. King. He was sitting on a pot, relaxing, doing his commercial enterprise, while a Patrick White woman sucked his peter.

I straddled him adjacent, sitting on his peter while various turds dropped in the toilet. I ignored the feel and used my eubstance for what it does best ; giving pleasure to fatal 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 follow check on us.

Andre opened the room access, holding his gasp up, handing the key to the employee. I was topless, in the process of putting my bikini top back on.

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

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

I put my seatbelt on then put my mitt on his thigh as he drove off.

***

I met Simon Zelotes at the gym. I was new there. After returning to LA from my summertime with Hoover, I changed a lot of things, bare affair. New gym, new friend, and very soon after meeting Simon, new home.

Simone was improbable, not body detergent builder muscular, but very toned, and of course, black.

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

I didn't nap with him after the first day of the month. I told myself to wait a bit. He was very smart, very hot ; I wanted to make a proficient feeling. I didn't want him to recollect I was a fornicatress. I never told him about my porn life history.

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

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

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

I lied. I looked to his nerve, running my thumb across his rim and didder my head.

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

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

It was hot and profound for several months. It moved incredibly fast. Marvin Neil Simon seemed ok with this, letting me move in with him after only three calendar month of dating.

At the six-month mark, he finished eating out my twat and climbed on top of me, sliding his stopcock where his tongue was.

"Bea, will you wed 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 knocker, my neck opening, my backtalk, his cock in deep, while gently waves landed against us. We had a wonderful honeymoon.

One month later, he filled for invalidation and kicked me out of his house.

And that was that. That was that. He found out from a friend I did porn. I'm guessing they recognized me. Simon went berserk, calling me a liar, a lady of pleasure. 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 let been up front with him as it could've caused a lot of annoyance, time, 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 tell her the reason for the annulment. She consoled me, but I knew what I really needed. Within a couple hours I booked her and myself a flight to Florida. I took her to encounter Herbert Clark Hoover. She left a week later, limping and smiling, kissing everyone there goodbye. I stayed for the rest of the summer.

When I returned, I got a job working at an art heading. I moved out of Bea's to my own place, and focused on myself for the beginning time in a long sentence. There were no gang strike, no random crotchet ups every night - just me, relaxing, spending time with Bella, and making new, non-porn industry, protagonist.




-10-

Andre dropped me off at the entranceway of Hoover's trailer parkland. I kissed him goodbye. As he sped off, I removed my bikini and walked naked inside.

There were a group of men in the center of the parking lot. One of them was President Hoover's son - a few years sure-enough than me. He greeted me, the sight of a defenseless white cleaning woman had no outcome on them. It was something they saw often.

"He's in here,"his soon motioned me to conform to. I took his arm, walking by a few other white cleaning lady, scattered about, nude sculpture, come to pay their respects.

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

We entered the trailer and there he was, lying still in his jewel casket. As I approached him, I struggled to repress laughter.

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

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

Hoover's erecting was bulging out his slacks, laying against his tummy.

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

"Heh, yeah,"his son nodded."Thing must've been filled with blood when he passed, warmness 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 please a white madam,"I said.

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

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

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

I straightened out William Henry Hoover's shirt, adjusted the collar. I thought about the honorable times the father of my tiddler and I experienced - the Spring Breaks and summer of sex. I whispered a thank you for all the joy he gave me, for allowing me to reach birth to a child and give the minor to a deserving and loving mob.

I moaned when my hand met his erection. It was hard as a rock music. I wanted to say goodbye to not just Hoover, but the official document of so much pleasure.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his falling off, I pulled up his shirt, and there it was. Herbert Clark Hoover's long, straight dick, lay still against him.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip. It was frigidness as I expected. I kissed it again. The kisses became carnal salt lick along the shaft. My finger found my clit, rubbing it while kissed and licked William Henry Hoover's cock - one last clip. I thought about climbing on top of him and making love to his body, cumming all over his big cock as a final examination send off. There was movement and talking right on outside the trailer. I zipped up his drawers, and tucked him back in, my saliva coating his dick.

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

Several former white women arrived. It led to an orgy which lasted a few day. The other women left, leaving me alone with them all. The splurge then of course became a gang bang.

All hours of the nighttime, day, I was fucked by those men - just like when I was 18 and there for the 1st clock time. It was bittersweet, the endorsement best black cock 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 Hoover. It was still incredible.

A few days later, I put on my bikini. John Edgar Hoover's son offered to have me to Miami. I'd stay there, relax, visit champion, then prepare to head up home to Eric. There we would talk about everything.

Before President Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his camber bill. In the banking concern parking lot, in his car, he thanked me with his cock. I didn't know if it was enough, but I had plenty in deliverance from my erotica career. They could use the money to bury William Henry Hoover, maybe fix up the park if need be, get new fomite, whatever they wanted.

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

The following day, I did more of the Sami ; laying out, tanning, swimming. I visited a friend in the field, we went out to dinner and so on. It was all very tame compared to the previous stops on my head trip.

I called to see on Eric. He really, really missed me. He said he couldn't waiting for me to come back. I joked with him, saying he only missed my slit, he got quiet saying that wasn't it.

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

My final stage night in Miami I decided to go out. I went to night clubhouse, in my same lily-livered dress, tits practically popping out, with the intention of having some potable, dancing and that's about it. I had no purpose of finding someone for sex.

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




-11-

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

Then there was Reymond. Wow, he looked more muscular and better than ever. I stood watching him with his wife, my oral fissure hung loose. hoot, he looked good.

The song ended, the give up dancing, they walked right by me. I was still dazed by seeing him. I snapped out of it, turned around and tapped on the shoulder joint.

He didn't distinguish me at first. Maybe it was the lighting, my haircloth, 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 huge arm. His wife was so very lucky to take in a sexy, big calamitous man. I did, for a short-circuit while - Simon Zelotes, but that didn't final.

My mind drifted to Eric adjacent. Perhaps I did consume a sexy, big black man all to myself. I simply needed to commit and take in it official.

The three of us talked on and on for a mates hours. Reymond never left Miami after college. He and his wife married a year after graduating. I told him I was in LA for a longsighted clock time and recently moved to Charleston, southward Carolina of all places. I told him an older sister has a house there by the beach and invited all of us. I couldn't say no.

I told him I paid my respects to a Quaker 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 person's ass if they tried to offend 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 nursing home. You got any architectural plan ? We can go fascinate up."

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

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

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

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

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

***

"tramp, huh ?"I exited my hotel room, stepping out onto the balcony high up, giving Reymond a trash of champagne I ordered from elbow room service.

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

"How long ?"

"A few geezerhood. We've met many wonderful friends. I love her with all my heart, if she meets a skillful guy and wants to have fun, she can. If I run into an old Quaker from high-pitched school and college, and I want to have fun, then I can."

I laughed."You certainly she doesn't judgment ?"

"She doesn't. We were at the club looking for twain or new ally anyway. We were getting ready to provide when you tapped my shoulder."

"I see,"I sipped my wine."it's a very large shoulder joint, too,"I placed my glass down, feeling his Brobdingnagian muscular articulatio humeri over his shirt.

"Thanks."

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

"fountainhead, the gym and pile of protein helped,"he laughed."So LA huh ?"

"Yep, I worked in marketing,"I told the truth, tempted to tell Reymond about my erotica career."Got married, didn't study out."

"Aww, sorry to get word that."

"It's fine. You're still with your married woman. So that's good,"I said.

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

"Soulmates,"I thought of Eric.

"The ripe affair is that her ex-husband, moved on, remarried, had kids. Around ten year 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 gunpoint he already remarried. He wasn't warm, he didn't excite my script, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how fate works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really mature of you."

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

"sort of."

"Heh, variety of ?"

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

"Black ?"

"Yep."

"An sure-enough, sexy, painter preying on new blackness men,"he joked.

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

"Maybe he's your soulmate."

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

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

"Reymond,"I blushed.

He tipped my Kuki and slowly kissed my lips.

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

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

I untucked his nice shirt, worked the button, and ran my hands 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, dour consistence. I slowly pulled my dress away from my breasts, sliding it down. I stepped forward, running a hand over his bureau, while the former worked his belt and pants.

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

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

Stepping out of his pants, his cock as big as ever, I guided him his back on the bed. I kissed and licked my up his body. My sassing started at his thighs, then his glorious tool, I licked and kissed his abs, his breast, my bosom sliding across is hone contraband soundbox. My lip found his, his cock found my snatch and we got it on.

Slow, steamy, ongoing sex was had with Reymond - nearly 20 class after of our senior prom.

It all moved in ho-hum motility. My moan were longsighted, his peter slid in and out of me in slacken motion, his hand going to my tit, taking it to his oral cavity all moving so slowly and sensually.

On my spine he licked his way down to my kitty. I arched my back, tweaking my nipple when his knife entered me, gathering up my fluids to try out. Oh fuck, my body turned to liquid.

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

hours later, his hand on my bay window, his rooster in inscrutable, my hand raking his abs as he came inside me. He fell on top of me, kissing me so slowly and sensually.

"Your married woman,"I said, catching my breathing spell."So very lucky."

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

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

The next morning in the shower, he was holding my knocker, kissing my cervix while pushing his shaft in deep.

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

I was there in my other dress, a elementary White person one, making out with her husband, Reymond. When our steamy kiss ended, I grabbed and kissed her softly on the lips."Thank you,"I told her for allowing a wonderful reunification with my old lover.

I got in my rental car, waved good day to Reymond, his arm around his wife and I drove home.




-12-

I lived in Tampa a bit before moving to capital of West Virginia. I loved the musical theme of me and my sisters living together in a huge beach sign of the zodiac.

Of course of action, meeting Eric made thing even better.

I called Bella when I pulled into the section. She and Eric were at the beach. She told me to occur get him, she'd have him gear up for me.

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

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

I ran into the water, my clothes still on."Out the way, bitch !"I pushed my sister away and jumped in Eric's weapons system, kissing him like crazy.

"Hey ! shag you, beef !"Bella called out to me.

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

We fucked in the doorway, we fucked in the living room, on the couch, on the floor, we fucked on the dining way table, 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 respective 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, slid his stopcock out of me and peed all over me. I turned the shower on, got back in his arms, and we kept fucking.

He called his parents back, telling them he was exquisitely, that he lost track of time playing video recording games at a friend's. He told them he was invited to delay the night, they said that was fine. We kept on fucking.

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

dawning arrived. We climaxed in each former's arms. I rolled off him, a soak wet, sweaty hole, ineffectual to address or act.

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

I could've cried, but was too eject. I used the shoemaker's last bit of Energy Department in me to smile and close my eyes.

***

Here I am, the next day. Eric went home, hung out with his parents after a few minute nap, yadda yadda yadda, he snuck back over here last night.

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

Naked, in his weapon system, I told him I loved him too. I told him about high school, college, Herbert Clark Hoover, having a child, moving to LA. I told him all about my hitchhiking trip. Then I told him I was a porn principal for seven, long years. He laughed, saying that was awesome.

"No marvel, you so skilful working my prick, little 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 old porn star was poise. Either way, he was fine with it.

I told him almost all of my secrets. 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 organic structure, it'd slip out. Maybe he'd be able-bodied to figure out that her and I are very close indeed.

Then we got grievous. 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, Marquis being my high shoal sweetheart and dumping me, meeting Herbert Hoover and the stallion drone common - none were as just as Eric.

My first boss, Jerome, in LA, Big rogue and all his boys, all the pro athlete I escorted and of row, Killa'D and the countless porn lead I worked with - non were as great as Eric.

even my ex Simon, along with the recent intimate skirmish. Camping with Willie, the five-day Dayron fuck fest in Jacksonville, big dicked goon, Andre - none were as perfect as Eric.

I'm sitting on top of Eric now, tickling him awake. He opens his eyes and smile at me. I lean down, lovingly looking to his case, my breasts mashing against his pectus. It's the fount of a man I'm in making love with, who I want to be with, who I want to belong to, hopefully forever.

I notice his ear are the same shape as mine. His eyes look a little like mine too. His chin and jawline feeling like something I've seen before - perhaps on an Uncle long ago.

I kiss his sassing. Is he my farseeing lost child I gave up for adoption ? Am I his mother ? Did I just so pass to travel here, meet him, and become romantically involved with the get kid Hoover gave me at age 18 ?

I am 36 now, 18 class older than Eric. I giggle, kissing his rim over and over. He sits up, kissing me firmly, holding me.

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

The end .