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 au naturel physical structure, and lookout man sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean. But instead of watching that beautiful mountain from my new beach-front home plate, I 'm watching an exhausted black-market man quietus in my bed. If I smoked cigarette, I 'd definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful pile in his own right. He 's marvellous, sinewy, dark-brown, nearly shaven hair on his question, a trimmed landscape of hair around his tool. I eye his manhood while he sleeps, I could stare at his black dick all day. But doing so would only ride me harebrained 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 shoulder. I giggled, he turned away, probably cursing himself.

We spoke the adjacent time I saw him. He was very shy, but friendly. I could assure he wanted our conversation to continue on, but he had no idea how to wee that happen. I wondered if he ever spoke to a womanhood out and about like that. Ultimately, I did n't care. His gorgeous black 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 routine. Eric looked like he did n't know what to do with it ! I could n't help but express mirth at this shy, huge, dark man feeling awkward after a white char gave him her number.

I later found out why he was so shy and awkward. It made his to a fault obvious, pathetic attempts at flirting on our particular date, his nervousness shining through at the end, and his stammering and stumbling as I took him to bed that dark make sentience - he had just turned 18.

It was beautiful. Whispering in his ear to relax as I straddled my au naturel body on his. Kissing his thick, total lips slowly before sliding his massive putz inside me. Cumming on him almost instantly, while he tenderly held me.

After I climaxed for the very get-go clock time on him, we kissed again. There was something wizardly about this guy, this high school student. I could n't put my fingerbreadth on it, but suffice to say we had sex as much as we could over the following few workweek.

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

We went on and on and on. This machine, this 18-year-old black kid, made sexual 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 hammer twitched. I wonder what he 's dreaming about ? I smile and step outside to the balcony, the sang-froid morning air hugging me. What a Night we had. What lifespan 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 hands through my rampantly, red tomentum. I chuckle, thinking about all the black men I 've been with, none have been like Eric.

As the age have flown by, all those men seem to have prepared me for this 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 sexual 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 road trip. I 've taken many in my life, but this would be to cerebrate about giving my lifespan to this young black man. That 's more than just my breasts, my puss, my body, but my life. I had to think 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 way up everything for me ? Would I let this perfect feeling toward a perfect inglorious man go ?

There was so a great deal to think about. A two-week road trip would help.

Another agent pushing me to travel was a last of another grim man. He was my favorite. Old Man President Hoover, I called him. Not that death is ever convenient, besides for individual in constant agony, but traveling to that southern Florida trailer park to pay my respects to his phratry gave me a specific destination.



-1-

I have arcanum. We all do. A few of them, only those close to me recognize ; a duet, only I know. Eric is the case of guy, 18 or not, I could separate everything to.

I pulled my Glock 17 9mm shooting iron out of my top draw. Put a clip in and turned off the safety."I'm make,"I told my baby Bella.

"For what ? A route slip or assassination mission ?"she joked. She was naked, like me, lying in Eric's arms.

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

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"well, non-sexual, rum business."

I put the gun in my purse and rent stock of everything."Ok, bikini, money, earphone, makeup, a mates of wearing apparel, my gun, handbag, and Eric's balls are empty. I think I'm practiced to go."

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

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to take a leak sure enough Eric was taken tending of while I was gone. I wondered if the fact I needed Eric to be properly serviced throughout the day, was a mark I truly loved him, trusting my sister to be a fill-in, or if I really loved black prick. 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 underwear.

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

I went over to Eric to osculate him goodbye. A uncomplicated kiss on the lip escalates into more. Our natural language get involved, our backtalk close on top of one another's, his men groped my chest. I want to throw this dress off and make out his brainpower out.
"Mmm, yeah, there we go,"Bella watched us make 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 miss you too. See you two in a couplet week,"I sighed and left. They waved goodbye when I looked over my shoulder, Bella running her script over Eric's naked perfection.

***

One mystery, that only I and Bella know, is my sexuality. I came up with a full term for it. While technically I'm bi-sexual, I drill down further to be more specific. The condition 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 number one. I like charwoman too, of any race, but black men are what do it the most for me.

I walked along a few naut mi, making my way to the interstate highway. From there it was a few min when a teamster picked me up.

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

"You need a airlift ?"

"Please."

"Get on up in here,"he motioned.

"Thank you so much,"I adjusted my dress and sat up front 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 provision on doing some bivouacking. Can you drop off at Braunschweig ?"I asked.

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

As soon as I started becoming sexually attracted to the great unwashed, it was grim cat that I'd look at. When I daydreamed of my wedding, the groom was lightlessness. When I thought about going to the promenade, my date was black. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was Black. Every intimate thought or fantasy with a Male, he was mordant.

At the mall with acquaintance, they'd giggle if cute boy would walk by us. I only did if the male child were bootleg. Going back further, in middle school, I had"beau"of sorts, nothing real, he was fateful. We'd share lunch, we even held hired man. I thought it was incredible. The others picked on me, I didn't understand why at the time. I'd learn why as I got older.

In richly school, I got my existent firstly fellow. I lost my virginity to him. His name was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in schooling. When I was picked on by my acquaintance, I thought at first it was because of that. He was tall, rangy, glasses, but excelled at maths, helping me out immensely. Sure there were jockstrap that were much raging, but Reymond was sweet.

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

He moved away with his family in the summer. Our last Night together was a battle of Marathon 69 session, followed by hours of sex on my bedroom floor. I didn't want my parents to find out the bed banging against the wall. Just before dawn, I snuck him out, and said bye. It'd be a few years before I saw him again.




-2-

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

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

"Heh, I love umber,"I answered, his eye widening, his mouth dropping when I pulled my dress off over my top dog. I sat there smiling at him.

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

"I do."

I straddled him back there, kissing him, feeling his hard-on get bigger and giving against my pussy. Mmm, I loved it.

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

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

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

"Wait, I want you to cum though."

"wellspring get back on your knees and suck that dick, then."

A couple min later, he filled my mouthpiece. I swallowed several orotund gulps of semen.

I laughed when he rushed to the strawman cab, cock still dripping cum and hastily put his seat bang on. I wiped my oral fissure and joined him. I put my belt on and remained nude.

***

schooling started up again soon and with it, my second beau. He was a year older 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 plot, practices, the shopping center, everywhere. I was the sole white-hot girl at his house functions. I was his girl and he kept me in constant orgasmic bliss.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his household for sex. When school started back up, he'd piece up each good morning I'd suck his cock in his car until it was time to go to class. I accompanied him to two prom. Each one ending in an all-night fuck fest. We'd coil around, telling each other how practically we loved one another, then culminate together.

When he dumped me, my center felt like it shriveled up and bungle away like powder in the wind instrument. I was beyond crushed. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be single.

When I started my elderly yr of high school, I discovered I had no friends ; no white ones at least. The white girl looked at me with disgust, the white guys ignored me. The black female child were almost out-and-out aggressive with me. I learned a lot my first yoke calendar week 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 stereotyped livid trash, slut that sleeps around with all the Negro guys ? I didn't feel like that. Yes, I was only attracted to blacks, but only had sex with two by that point. Both were my boyfriends ; the second I was madly in making love with.

At this detail I got raging. I was deplorable, heartsick, 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 play the part.

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

I saw a few classmates roll their heart and leave, after watching my naked torso getting taken by various black men at once. That'd give them something to talk about issue forth Monday.

By the end of the first semester, I finished having sex with the basketball team - all the black single of course. I never once let myself feel love for any of them. I didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want another Marguis to pass off. 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 but goal.

springiness break arrived, I was exhausted. However, I was busy. I was driving down to Miami to tick off out the University there. It was for a tour 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 handle matter on my own.

I was ok with that, thinking I'd take on some black college students while there. I didn't. The orientation and tour was informational, helpful, but not charge. 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 best black cock I've ever had.




-3-

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

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

"steady, you've made me lately !"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 figure.

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

I rented a small tent from the internet site's cosmopolitan store and headed on. The teller gave me a funny look. 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 refugee camp near the book binding of the campground, next to someone else. They weren't there, but I could see smoke billowing up from their fire.

After my tent was set up, I got on a bikini, and went hunting - for a few affair.

The beach was gorgeous. I walked for a match minute, standing by the trees, walking along the pee, exploring really. There were muddy Creek that flowed into the sea. I looked around, watching razz 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 sweet-smelling. He was accepted to a college a few time of day 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 mistake. Sitting on the sand, digging my toes in, I thought how fun it'd be to impose him, his friend seeing an aged, tardily 30s cleaning woman in his bed.

***

On my drive back family from the college tour in Miami, my thinker pretty much made up that's where I wanted to give ear, my parent's car broke down. It was a couple hours north of Miami in a swampy, center of nowhere, area.

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

I needed to find out a payphone. I was getting hot in the noon 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 quiet back road. I was stopped a few minutes later.

"Miss ? You ok, beloved ?"a pitch-black man rolled down his window.

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

The older blackened man looked to be in his 60s, smiled at me,"I'll give you a ride. Can you commit an old, ugly black 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 girl, you'll be back on the route by this evening. My name's Hoover."

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

"Hey, you got that right !"

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

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

He leaned in closing curtain, 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 trade good. You can neglect it and channelize 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. look free to head 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 minute later. awe faded, replaced with peculiarity then joy at the sight 40 feet away from me.

My back talk dropped as I watched three bloodless adult female, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a fervidness getting fucked by a group of dim men. One was tied to a tree, getting take from behind. Another on her back on a bench, a black man on top. The third squatting up and down on a peter, 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 patch for a good time. You don't have to participate."

I kept walking toward the chemical group. Hoover tried to bar me."If you feel you too young for this, head on back, bout away."

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't nothing illegal here, other than nudity outside a house. There's a reasonably little white cop that doesn't give us any trouble. These women asked us to do this."

"Hoover,"I turned to face him, glaring at him."I want every I 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 days old, springiness breakout of my final year of high school in my mo gang blast.

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

"Harder !"I'd yell.

I had a dick in each hand, in each hollow, my face eventually covered in cum.

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

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

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

After midnight, having forgotten to call my parents, I limped to Hoover's trailer. When I entered it, I fell to my knee, partly exhausted, but partly weakened by the retentive, most beautiful dark cock I'd ever seen.

Herbert Clark Hoover was naked, in bed, casually jacking off."Been waitin'for you. follow on over here and get this putz, Miss."

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

I orgasmed several 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 safe cock I'd ever had and would remain so for many, many days.

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

I did my estimable to sit him, but couldn't fit his intact distance in. Luckily, my son of a bitch had been broken in earlier. That farseeing dick slid right wing in all the way. I felt like he was in my belly. I watched him rub my white meat and pot while I sat on him, his cock in my ass all the way.

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

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

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

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

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

A few hours later, Hoover got out of bed, waking me up in the process. I watched the older man leave the trailer. 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 Thomas More woodwind instrument. We sat there holding manpower, naked, warmed by the fire.

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

"Ain't aught, just helping you out."

"How long have you lived here ?"

"My all live. My pappa and Grandpappy owned some earth by the swampland. I got it and help set up this trailer park."

"And the cleaning woman ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By accident. Started by helping a squeamish white-hot peeress out, long, long ago with a mat tire. Probably well before you were born. Don't know what it was. Maybe she was unhappy in her marriage, maybe she just wanted to experiment, but she came back here and disrobe for me. I was a young man, I was anxious, but I took tutelage of her monotone tire and her afterwards that day. Word must've spread. Over the years we've had good handful of white fair sex give up by for a weekend here and there."

I smiled and stood in front of him, he patted my tummy, 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 early morning by the bonfire, 18 years old, driving back from Miami on leap Break, 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 collapsible shelter.

I left many things at base on this hitchhiking trip-up. Would I manipulate hoi polloi to get what I need ? A ride, food for thought, fervency ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as use. I saw it as making a friend.

I was alone on the beach. I felt like going bare, but decided against it. Mainly because I saw someone and his dog in the aloofness. As I walked closer, I saw a black man fishing in a creek. 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 Captain Cook real good too,"he said. His dog walked over to me, sniffing me.

"Get ! leave-taking her alone,"he snapped at the dog.

"No, it's mulct,"I smiled."How does it puzzle out ?"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 Old than Hoover when I first met him. Probably late 60s. His pilus was white, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a young Edward D. White woman in a lean two-piece talking to him. I didn't see a tintinnabulation on his finger when he was showing me the net, explaining how to vagabond it. He gave me a detailed lesson. He stood behind me, putting my branch into position, 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 figure for an old, black man, fishing near the beach.

I told him I was hitchhiking to southern Florida, mentioning an old champion passed away. He questioned if it was safe for me to thumb. I told him I had a special protagonist along with me and I knew how to fire it. He understood, saying it was good that a pretty ovalbumin lady protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

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

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

"Yep,"I beamed.

"Well, I tell you what, fall on over and I'll cook up some of this Pisces the Fishes and crab for you. Sound sound ?"

"Sounds fantastic, 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 prom garb, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the ignominious students at schooltime 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 articulatio humeri. I turned around to see a familiar face, however, the rest of him was quite different. It Reymond. He was still grandiloquent, but not tightly fitting and lanky. He filled out. He was big and powerful. He didn't vesture meth anymore. I did a double take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

My oral cavity dropped, I gave him a hug."How are you ?"

"Good, skilful. 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 dresses ?"

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

"Ah, sorry to find out that. I think my schooling's prom is the Sami 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 individual 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 privy, sitting on a privy, hastily unzipping Reymond's short circuit. He was leaning over, kissing me.

I pulled his darkness skinned turncock out."Oh fuck,"I whispered before devouring it.

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

I got his pecker sufficiently coated in spit and stood."I don't to be anyone's girlfriend,"I told him."I just wan na fuck, ok ?"

"I got it,"he said, pulling my T-shirt off. I removed my shorts and scanty, and hopped in his implements of war.

"You can train guardianship of me in college, and I'll take charge of you. No serious relationship. Sex crony,"I said, the grief Marquis caused still twinge a bit.

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

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

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

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

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

"Reymond, stop, wait,"I said.

"Huh ?"

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

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

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

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

I laughed and kissed him."Guess not."




-5-

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

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

"Yep. What about you ?"

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

"I'll catch 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 judgement. Something to do, you know ?"

"Yeah,"I rested my headway on his articulatio humeri.

"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 fire.

I stood up, removed my bikini top, then my bottoms. I smiled at him, watching him face 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 second later, he entered the tent, undoing his knock. I held out my arms, smiling at him. He climbed on top of me.

***

Reymond and I went to the prom. We stayed a little while, danced some, but left early so we could sleep together. His parents were at some event really recent, so we went to his menage a few school day territorial dominion over.

A few weeks later at graduation, I participated in my third gang bang. It was in the male child'restroom. It wasn't amazing. Some of the Black person suspensor lured me in there, by flashing me a prick. I figured why not. I'd probably never see these Guy again.

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

Speaking of my parents, they made me generate the baby 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 sector, yet they are forcing me to give up a minor and not raise it like an grownup.

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

At college Reymond and I had sex three times a day. I abandoned my student residence, staying with him and his roommate. We did it in the cockcrow, in the shower before class. We met up during the afternoon for sex. Then at night, 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 occupy, there were a few other guy rope I'd rotate. They didn't mind having sex with a meaning white girl.

I had the baby just before Thanksgiving gap. It came a little early. I couldn't smell at the child. I closed my eyes, tears streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the child would be skillful off.

During my second semester of newcomer twelvemonth, Reymond and I worked out together. He helped me cast off some baby weight.

It was around this clip, he started getting busier with other students. There were various white girls he rotated. One of the was a prof. I think she was married. I walked in on her riding Reymond in his dorm room. I apologized and backed out. I ran into another melanise student I'd fuck before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was meddling again. He agreed to make full in once More and took me to the shower.

I didn't go home for springtime respite. I went to see John Edgar Hoover. He remembered me. I stayed and entire week there. I was naked the unit time. Cum was splattering on my chest of drawers, tummy, back, face on the hour all day and night. I slept with Hoover when I finally tired.

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

soph, Junior, and fourth-year year natural spring happy chance were spent with President Hoover inside me.

Throughout college, Reymond and I slept together quite a bit. However, as time progressed the professor was around more and more.

In my aged year I developed a stable of several 12 freshman. They were my backing. I taught those Guy a lot. There were quite a few three manner with them. By the prison term I graduated college, they were snowy womanhood pleasers for for sure.

Before gradation, all of them, fucked me in one Nox. It was my quarter and largest gang knock yet.

As the sun rose, I limped back to my and Reymond's dorm. I was dripping seminal fluid, from my pussy, chin, hands, everywhere. My wearing apparel was tattered and torn.

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

College ended. Reymond and I lost contact. survive I heard he and his older, lily-white wife, were still together. I was disappointed in Reymond when all that went down. I didn't like the fact she left her married man. It was yet another ground I only had sex buddies - LE play, less pain, more fun.

***

I was in Willie's weapon, rubbing his big belly, watching the campfire flicker and go out. He fucked me really good. Of course every single opprobrious man I've been with has. I kissed his cheek, Willie snoring lightly. I put on my sandals and walked around outside naked.

The coolheaded night air felt marvellous. My nipples were hard, my clitoris still tingling from several hours 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 naked. The camping ground wasn't too crowded anyway, plus it was very late.

I showered, pleasuring myself to Eric. When the orgasm 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 nighttime we had dinner by the campfire. He couldn't assistance 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, bent on, girl."

I watched Willie whip out his set up cock. My center widened seeing the dog hungrily lick his diaphysis."One sec, young lady,"Willie stood, removing his pants.

His dog was licking his nutsack and jibe, in a like manner to how I've done many meter before.

"Our little hugger-mugger ?"he asked.

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

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

I became an animal, a dog in heat, like the German language sheepman. Perhaps the passion of melanise cock transcends mintage.

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 lots spermatozoon as we could.

"Ugh, just girls, good miss,"Willie patted out cover.

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

The dog finished up, all the come licked up, and walk into Willie's tent. I wiped my mouth, smiled and looked up to the stars.

***

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

Saint Jerome was his name. He'd nookie me in his authority sometimes. We'd take tiffin together, having sex in his car. After work, we'd meet up for drinks, and he'd spend the dark at my apartment or I'd stay at his.

Sleeping with Hieronymus for a few months introduced me to the rap music world. well-nigh of the fellowship's clients were rap or rap record label.

I attended upshot with Hieronymus. He'd introduce me to respective rapper. indisputable, I'd flirt, give them my telephone number, but usually I'd end up riding Jerome's opprobrious cock later than night.

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

I met up with the doorknocker a couple night later for drunkenness. We talked, I went back to his place, and we fucked.

He was effective, real number secure. He knew how to work a white-hot twat. I slept with him for about a yr.

He 'd portion 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 display. I'd be waiting for him wing for sex.

The night before a pivotal conversation with Big scalawag, one that changed my life. I was in, yet another mob bang - my fifth one.

Big Rascal was having a political party after the release of his Modern record album. I wasn't the lone blanched daughter there. respective others were sucking hammer on a couch, or a chair. It was dandy. I felt I was at home.

Big Rascal fucked me pretty tough outside the penthouse entourage, overlooking Los Angeles.

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

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

It was long, climax and cum-filled night.

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

"young woman, you got the best slit I've ever had. You feel me ?"

"Thank you, indulge,"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 serve you,"the rapper told me.

"Help me with what, babe ?"

"You're exceptional. You know it. You know what you good at. You good at workin'smuggled dick. You feel me ?"

"well, yeah, but -"

"This guy can serve you reach your utmost potential. I want you to blab to him. I want you to hear 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 draftsman. Very much like the one with me on my hitchhiking journey.

Big rapscallion 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 different industry - one that you'd be double-dyed for. I want you to call him. I already told him about you. I told him how near you take Negroid hawkshaw. How well you work it. Call him, and don't be afraid. His epithet says ‘ Killa'but he wouldn't hurt a fly. You feel me ?"

I got off Big rogue, his cock slurping out of my cunt. I stood at his windowpane overlooking the LA visible horizon. It was beautiful out there. I miss living there. I wondered what Killa'D was all about. I figured he ran a striptease golf club, or an accompaniment inspection and repair. I shrugged and figured I'd give him a claim at least.

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

"Mmm, so good,"I moaned, leaning my head 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 inscrutable down, in his nitty-gritty, it'd be the finish clock time he had me."I feel you,"he whispered.




-7-

The following Nox, after calling Killa'D, he gave me an name and address to meet. It just so happened to be a strip club.

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

Killa'D was quite a specimen, not someone that matched his sobriquet. He was dressed in a suit and tie, had a amber scout, tintinnabulation, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a reduce whiskers his face. I assumed he went to the barber hebdomadal or even more. I was a little shy at firstly. My figured he was a high-end pandar.

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

"My friend, Big Rascal, told me about you. He and I go back a retentive fourth dimension. Back when we were in the hoodlum, working to get out. I trust him very much."

I nodded, looking around the room. It wasn't crowded, a few black men here and there, with whitened stripper well giving lap terpsichore.

"He told me you really recognise how to work a black dick. He said you use that pussy, them titties, that ass, and that mouth of yours expertly on a hawkshaw,"Killa D explained.

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

"Black men. I understand,"He reached to his air pocket taking out a concern posting."Let me facilitate your mind 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 trip the light fantastic - the manager wouldn't mind. I'm not asking you to be an date. Look at my company's name. make out it ?"

I took the wit, reading the epithet."White Vixen ?"I said aloud."No, I don't know what that is,"I handed the notice back to him, he held up his medal, declining it.

"It's an mixed pornographic production party,"he answered."Big Rascal said you'd be a complete fit."

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

"That's right. mixed pornography. I started the company a X ago. It's one of the high grossing porn distributors in the humans - specifically, like I said, mixed porn. He told me you could be my adjacent big sensation,"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 opprobrious guys, but filming porn, that's different."

"I understand. That's why it's a lot to view. You'd have to imagine of a stagecoach epithet. You'd have to get tested regularly - which my fellowship enforces and pays for. Then of course, there's the secret. You probably couldn't severalize your kin, your protagonist and neighbor. There's stereotypes that go along with it."

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

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

I nodded, looking to his card.

"Now then, you love black men, you love melanise gumshoe, when not get paid to express that love to others ?"he asked.

I bit my bottom lip. A striptease artist 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 busybodied tonight ?"

"Yeah,"she circled played with his tie.

"Who you with tonight ?"

"Rob,"she frowned.

"Don't be sad, daughter. 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 way.

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

"Can I at least think about it ?"

"Please do."

"Alright,"I looked to his card again, reading his epithet."Why do they call off 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 horseshit out of him.

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

"My boy was correct,"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 figure Beverly J. J. Hill home. It was the foremost time sex made me fall asleep. Sure I'd eventually go to bed after long nights, but this, the act itself, was so honorable, I was out cold in minutes.

The side by side morning, he cooked me breakfast. We laid out by the pool, me jacking his peter while we discussed his plans for me. I didn't bring a bathing suit, so I was naked.

Killa'D said he'd act as my broker, getting me roles, finding other performer to work with. He even suggested I could strip or escort if I wanted to on the incline ; like other smut hotshot he managed. He said I could bring in a lot of money escorting various master jock around - then sleeping with them of track.

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

I stayed with him the rest of the day, all night, and on into the following good afternoon. We fucked pretty practically the unanimous clock time. It was Sunday afternoon when I left. I had to work the succeeding day. He said take a week to think about it and that he'd call me the following Friday dark.

I learned that Killa'D was short 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 decent five-day beach visit before me.

I sucked his prick the total way. When we arrived I finished him off, swallowing his load, said good-by and hopped out of his pickup truck.

I checked into my elbow room, put on a Bikini and went to the beach. I walked a hanker way, intellection of Eric mostly, daydreaming about one day taking stumble 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 programme for the evening was to go to a club, find a black guy, and fetch him back to my elbow room for the dark - something I've done many times.

A song to my sister, Bella, changed that.

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

"how-do-you-do ?"she answered, her back talk sounded full phase of the moon of something.

"Bella ?"

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

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

"nothing 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 secure hands,"she said, more slurping sounds.

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

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

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

I heard Bella pass off deeply into the sound,"Oh screw, I love this thing."More sucking sounds.

"Can I sing to him please ?"

"Sure, sure enough. Hey where are you ?"

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

Bella resumed sucking all over it."I love black prick,"I heard her say as the earpiece traveled to Eric.

"Bea,"he answered.

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

"I miss you too. Real bad. Ah bastard, get that dick,"Eric told Bella.

"She's taking caution of you ?"

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

"Oh, Eric. I can't wait to get back dwelling. We'll public lecture 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 biography,"Eric said. We chatted another moment, then hung up.

I needed him too. I missed him so much. I felt sure he was the man I was to devote to.

I was so horny, I wanted him badly. I wanted to be naked with him, fucking for mean solar day. There was a rap at my door.

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

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

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

"Yes, hi. This will voice Weird, but what time do you get off this eve ?"

"Um, 10pm."

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

"What for ?"he asked.

I pulled my jaundiced wearing apparel 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 room access. I immediately removed my dress. I didn't feel like going out anymore.

***

I was a pornstar for seven, long yr.

Killa'D gave the week to think about it. I showed up at his mansion on Wednesday with my answer. I stood there, ringing his door, ass naked.

"Bea,"he grinned, a drink in his hand."Come in."

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

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

"Of course."

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

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

I turned in a two workweek notice the adjacent day. Jerome bent me over his desk and fucked me one last time. 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 night back at Killa'D's, we talked about my new vocation. He asked if I wanted to start diminished, do a few scenes 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 first setting to be ambitious, insane, and really establish a soft touch - a crowd bang.

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

I went by the name Bianca. My number one film, a gang kick 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 family doing porn - like it was my luck. It wasn't always easy, the hours could be rough, the positions weren't always comfortable, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were young lady with drug job, daddy matter, scurrilous past times, and so on. I didn't have any of those problems. I genuinely love sex with blacks and I got paid to do it.

I did respective mass of film series. It was here I used the term Afrosexual to describe myself. White Vixens 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 story a mystical.

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

I saw Bella being double-teamed by two black men in the kitchen. She was covering her rima oris to keep tranquillity.

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

All the cleaning woman in my kinsfolk, except perhaps for my female parent, loved black pecker. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to enjoin them of my job. They all thought I still worked at a marketing company.

I hardly ever got home much in my 20s. cinematography, stripping, escorting, fucking was an daily, no weekends, no rift, affair.

When Bella finished college, she moved to LA and stayed with me. I was 26 and had my own star sign, not far from Killa'D. I can't recall how many times I was tempted to bring her into the porn industry, especially after seeing how famished she was with smutty men.

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

I didn't narrate 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 couple bleak men and strike them home. We'd tease them together.

Sometimes alcohol was involved. Sometimes the men would go along out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a consequence, more secrets that only she and I know were created with each other. Secret nights of mania and love developed between sisters. Perhaps fitting for another story.

I was tested once a week. I was safety. But I was very, very tired.

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

I got home the next morning 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.

Patrick Victor Martindale White Vixens started shooting girl-on-girl stuff and nonsense too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job description. Pussy and disastrous cock was all I did for the go two years of my vocation. By the time I was 30, I needed something different.



-9-

This 20-year-old hotel employee, Dayron, really gave it to me good. He stayed the night with me and because he didn't have work the next day, he stayed all day and another Nox. He got up the future first light, got dressed for the initiative metre since arriving to my room, and went to work. 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 two-piece back on, grabbed my bag and started walking southbound on the A1A with my pollex out.

Did working in the porn manufacture burn me out ? I think it did. It was nonstop. If I wasn't filming all day, I was escorting and stripping at dark. The only vacation, if I could even anticipate it that, were two brothers, buying me for a week over the long time. They took me to assorted tropic resorts. We had sex the unharmed fourth dimension, it was great, but again it wasn't a real holiday. 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 euphony clamor, roll up behind me, honking the horn.

I turned around and waved. A youthful blacken guy, looked out the windowpane."Hey yo ! Girl you need a ride ?"

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

"Aight, get in. Where you going ?"

"Confederacy. dyad hours north of Miami,"I told him.

"hoot, yo, that's a long way. diddley. 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 two-piece top aside.

"You read my mother fuckin'mind, bitch. Get in,"he said.

I forgot about my gun, and got in.

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

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

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

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

It took me back to all the political party Killa'D would contrive. I'd be fucking him and all his boys. Even Big Rascal and his posse comitatus showed up. I'd be bouncing on his prick, while his late unmarried was blasting through the speakers.

Those were fun times during my pornography career, but it was ceaseless. There was no recess, no reprieve, constant work.

When I told Killa'D I wanted to retire, he was saddened, but understood. He offered more than money, a new car, everything. I had my peg wrapped around him while he slammed his cock into me, telling me what he'd give me to take a leak me stay put. Cars, money, apparel, jewelry, all of it wouldn't keep me on. He even offered himself, saying he'd give up all the other white woman he slept with in favour of only me.

I said no thanks.

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

At this point, I was 30 twelvemonth old, Bella had since moved out, living in a nice apartment a few Swedish mile away, and I just retired from the porn manufacture.

There as only one affair I needed to do.

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

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

I made sexual love to the founding father of my child every day. He never knew he got me fraught 12 years earlier.

That time with Hoover made me think of matter. 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 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 summer. I made fun of myself, thinking my colon was stretched out inside me thanks to Hoover's long hammer. All that anal retentive sex with him, mmm, it was so awful.

I had choices to make. 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 in effect !"my newest driver, Andre, told me."I'll drive yo sexy ass anywhere you want."

We were about an hour north of the trailer Park. I was naked in the passenger 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 station."You gon na give me that pussy when we arrive mightily ?"

I turned down the music."I'll give you this kitty-cat right field here, right hand now."

"Oh bastard,"he said."Speaking of which, I need to consider one. I'll be mighty back, bitch."

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

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

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

"I know, but I got ta -"

"Take a shit. No pun intended, but I don't give a dogshit,"I said.

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

I removed my bikini."I don't contribute a piece of tail !"

"mulct. Get on in there. Crazy-ass cunt"Andre unlocked and held the doorway open for me.

That young, black tough must've felt like a king. He was sitting on a toilette, relaxing, doing his line, while a white charwoman sucked his rooster.

I straddled him next, sitting on his cock while several shit dropped in the lav. I ignored the smell and used my body for what it does best ; giving delight to bleak men.

He sucked my breast 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 hitch on us.

Andre opened the door, holding his pants 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 boys will never believe this,"Andre said, starting his car, turning the rap music back up.

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

***

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

Simone was tall, not dead body builder muscular, but very toned, and of form, black.

He introduced himself to me. We talked, he gave me his number, and the next Night he took me to dinner. I learned he was a doctor

I didn't sleep with him after the 1st date. I told myself to waitress a bit. He was very wise, very hot ; I wanted to constitute a good feeling. I didn't want him to conceive I was a slut. I never told him about my pornography career.

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

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

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

I lied. I looked to his brass, running my pollex across his back talk and shook my header.

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 hard for several month. It moved incredibly fast. Simon seemed ok with this, letting me propel in with him after only three month of dating.

At the six-month Gospel According to Mark, he finished eating out my cunt and climbed on top of me, sliding his dick where his tongue was.

"Bea, will you splice 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 opening, my mouth, his cock in deep, while gently waves landed against us. We had a terrific honeymoon.

One calendar month later, he filled for repeal and kicked me out of his sign of the zodiac.

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 cyprian. I sat on the bed, outcry, agreeing with him.

I was too afraid to unwrap my past with him. I wanted to actuate on from it. I realize I should have been up front end with him as it could've caused a lot of bother, meter, grief to be avoided. Yes, he would've dumped me before it got severe, 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 mates hours I booked her and myself a trajectory to Florida. I took her to meet 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 gallery. I moved out of Bea's to my own station, and focused on myself for the starting time time in a prospicient time. There were no gang bangs, no random hook shot ups every night - just me, relaxing, spending clock time with Bella, and making new, non-porn industry, Quaker.




-10-

Andre dropped me off at the entryway of Hoover's trailer commons. I kissed him goodby. As he sped off, I removed my Bikini and walked naked inside.

There were a group of men in the midpoint of the park. One of them was President Hoover's son - a few age older than me. He greeted me, the sight of a defenseless Edward D. White woman had no effect on them. It was something they saw often.

"He's in here,"his soon motioned me to keep an eye on. I took his arm, walking by a few other White River womanhood, scattered about, nude person, get along to pay their respects.

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

We entered the laggard and there he was, lying still in his jewel casket. As I approached him, I struggled to bottle up laugh.

"Um, what's that ?"I pointed to William Henry 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 lifetime purpose was - pleasing a ovalbumin woman,"his son told me.

Hoover's erection was bulging out his slacks, laying against his tum.

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

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

I stopped smiling."Always ready to please a Patrick White dame,"I said.

"Yup. Probably at the pearly logic gate with that matter out and set 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 Hoover's shirt, adjusted the collar. I thought about the good times the Father of the Church of my shaver and I experienced - the fountain pause and summers of sex. I whispered a thank you for all the joy he gave me, for allowing me to give nascence to a child and make the child to a deserving and loving family.

I moaned when my mitt met his erection. It was hard as a careen. I wanted to say good-bye to not just Hoover, but the instrument of so often pleasure.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his slackness, I pulled up his shirt, and there it was. Hoover's long, neat cock, lay still against him.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip. It was cold as I expected. I kissed it again. The osculation became sultry licks along the shaft. My fingers found my clit, rubbing it while kissed and licked Hoover's hammer - one last sentence. I thought about climbing on top of him and making love to his soundbox, cumming all over his big putz as a final send off. There was movement and talking correct outside the trailer. I zipped up his pants, and tucked him back in, my saliva coating his dick.

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

Several other Edward Douglas White Jr. women arrived. It led to an orgy which lasted a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. The other women left, leaving me unequaled with them all. The riot then of course became a gang bang.

All time of day of the Nox, day, I was fucked by those men - just like when I was 18 and there for the first fourth dimension. It was Solanum dulcamara, the s best black prick 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 Herbert Clark Hoover. It was still incredible.

A few days later, I put on my bikini. Hoover's son offered to engage me to Miami. I'd stay there, relax, visit admirer, then machinate to channelise plate to Eric. There we would spill about everything.

Before William Henry Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his bank account. In the money box parking lot, in his car, he thanked me with his cock. I didn't know if it was enough, but I had plenty in preservation from my porno vocation. They could use the money to inhume 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 future day, I did more of the Sami ; laying out, tanning, swimming. I visited a booster in the field, we went out to dinner and so on. It was all very tame compared to the late stops on my misstep.

I called to match on Eric. He really, really missed me. He said he couldn't waiting for me to return. I joked with him, saying he only missed my pussy, he got tranquility saying that wasn't it.

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

My live Nox in Miami I decided to go out. I went to dark club, in my same yellow dress, tits practically popping out, with the intention of having some drinks, dancing and that's about it. I had no aim of finding someone for sex.

I found mortal alright. mortal I hadn't seen since college, 14 years ago. I ran into Reymond.




-11-

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

Then there was Reymond. Wow, he looked more muscular and better than ever. I stood watching him with his wife, my mouth hung outdoors. Damn, he looked adept.

The song ended, the stopped 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.

He didn't agnize 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 married woman leading me away from the crowed.

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

"fountainhead, 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 married woman was so very favourable to have a sexy, big black man. I did, for a little while - St. Simon, but that didn't last.

My mind drifted to Eric next. Perhaps I did have a sexy, big black man all to myself. I simply needed to charge and make it official.

The three of us talked on and on for a dyad 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 long time and recently moved to capital of West Virginia, South Carolinas of all office. I told him an older sister has a sign of the zodiac there by the beach and invited all of us. I couldn't say no.

I told him I paid my respects to a friend that passed away and was hitchhiking down to do so. He scolded me, saying it was dangerous. We joked about me popping a cap in somebody'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 guide domicile. You got any plans ? We can go catch up."

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

I felt a hand on my on forearm. His wife was staring into my centre giving me a flavor as if to say"catch up mean value 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 !"

***

"swinger, huh ?"I exited my hotel way, stepping out onto the balcony high up, giving Reymond a glass of bubbly I ordered from room service.

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

"How long ?"

"A few years. We've met many wonderful friends. I love her with all my heart, if she meets a nice guy and wants to have fun, she can. If I run into an old friend from senior high schoolhouse 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 cabaret looking for couples or new ally anyway. We were getting set up to leave when you tapped my shoulder."

"I see,"I sipped my wine."it's a very large articulatio humeri, too,"I placed my glass down, feeling his huge brawny berm over his shirt.

"Thanks."

"I remember when you were a scrubby teenager, you just kept getting bigger and bigger it seems."

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

"Yep, I worked in selling,"I told the Sojourner Truth, tempted to recite Reymond about my porn vocation."Got married, didn't work out."

"Aww, sorry to hear that."

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

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

"Soulmates,"I thought of Eric.

"The dependable thing is that her ex-husband, moved on, remarried, had kids. Around ten years 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 point he already remarried. He wasn't warm, he didn't shake my deal, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how fate works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really matured of you."

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

"kind of."

"Heh, sort of ?"

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

"Black person ?"

"Yep."

"An sr., sexy, cougar preying on young black 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 work out out if we should be official and committed. I don't want to shaft things up."

Reymond looked into my eyes, his thumb caressed my cheek,"Still so very beautiful. Mmm, he'd be a favorable Cy Young man if you were his."

"Reymond,"I blushed.

He tipped my Kuki-Chin 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 oral fissure closing over mine.

I untucked his decent shirt, worked the buttons, and ran my script over his abs while we kissed.

"Inside,"he said.

At the foot of the bed, I watched him slowly absent his shirt, revealing his sexy, dark body. I slowly pulled my apparel away from my breasts, sliding it downwards. I stepped forward, running a hand over his thorax, while the other worked his belt and pants.

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

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

Stepping out of his pant, his cock as big as ever, I guided him his back on the bed. I kissed and licked my up his trunk. My oral cavity started at his second joint, then his resplendent dick, I licked and kissed his abs, his chest, my white meat sliding across is consummate black body. My mouth found his, his cock found my kitty and we got it on.

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

It all moved in irksome motility. My groan were longer, his cock slid in and out of me in dense apparent motion, his hired hand going to my breast, taking it to his oral fissure all moving so slowly and sensually.

On my back he licked his way down to my pussy. I arched my back, tweaking my mammilla when his tongue entered me, gathering up my fluids to smack. Oh piece of tail, my body turned to liquid.

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

Hours later, his paw on my tummy, his tool in cryptic, my bridge player 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 breath."So very lucky."

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

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

The next first light in the shower, he was holding my tits, kissing my neck while pushing his dick in deep.

"Get family rubber. It was great eyesight you,"he said, hugging me goodbye. I checked out of the hotel and Reymond's wife picked us up. She took me to a car rental place. I didn't want to hitchhike home, I wanted to drive there so I could get to Eric faster.

I was there in my early dress, a simple livid one, making out with her husband, Reymond. When our turned on candy kiss ended, I grabbed and kissed her softly on the rim."Thank you,"I told her for allowing a wonderful reunion with my old lover.

I got in my renting car, waved bye 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 idea of me and my baby living together in a Brobdingnagian beach house.

Of form, meeting Eric made things 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 body of water. She was in front of him, her arm moving back and forth, presumably jacking him off.

I ran into the pee, my wearing apparel still on."Out the way, kick !"I pushed my sister away and jumped in Eric's arms, kissing him like crazy.

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

Eric hoisted me up and project me over his shoulder, carrying me toward the planetary house. I blew a smiling Bella a 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 stair, finally, we fucked on and on and on in my bed.

We forgot to eat dinner party. He missed several shout 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 cock out of me and urinate all over me. I turned the shower 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 TV games at a friend's. He told them he was invited to stay the night, they said that was fine. We kept on screwing.

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

sunrise arrived. We climaxed in each other's arms. I rolled off him, a soaking wet, sweaty mass, unable to speak or motivate.

He had a tiny amount of strength left. Just enough to recite me something. In a placid whispering in my ear Eric said,"I love you."

I could've cried, but was too exhausted. I used the shoemaker's last bit of push in me to smile and close down my middle.

***

Here I am, the next day. Eric went home, hung out with his parents after a few hour 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 premature night. We took our time, took it slow, licked everywhere, every inch of one another, and we talked. We talked a lot.

Naked, in his sleeve, I told him I loved him too. I told him about high school, college, Hoover, having a youngster, moving to LA. I told him all about my hitchhiking tripper. Then I told him I was a pornography asterisk for seven, long twelvemonth. He laughed, saying that was awesome.

"No admiration, you so in effect working my dick, girl !"He laughed and squeezed me taut. I thought it was because he was a young, 18-year-old, that thought the idea of being with a former porno champion was cool. Either way, he was exquisitely with it.

I told him almost all of my enigma. Except one, the one only Bella and I ploughshare. Maybe in due prison term, in the midst of a passionate threeway perhaps, her and I worshipping his trunk, it'd slip out. Maybe he'd be able to cipher out that her and I are very close indeed.

Then we got serious. 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 sojourn him often. We talked about our feelings, how we felt a soulmate connection.

Losing my virginity to Reymond, Donald Robert Perry Marquis being my luxuriously school dish and dumping me, meeting Herbert Hoover and the stallion trailer park - none were as good as Eric.

My first boss, Hieronymus, in LA, Big Rascal and all his boys, all the pro athlete I escorted and of course, Killa'D and the countless pornography stars I worked with - non were as bully as Eric.

eve my ex-husband Simon, along with the Recent epoch intimate encounters. Camping with Willie, the five-day Dayron fuck fest in Jacksonville, big dicked hoodlum, Andre - none were as pure as Eric.

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

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

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

I am 36 now, 18 years older than Eric. I giggle, kissing his back talk over and over. He sits up, kissing me intemperately, holding me.

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

The end .