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I could view the dawning from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my bedroom, let the cool off morn air hug my raw body, and watch sun rise over the Atlantic sea. But instead of watching that beautiful mountain from my new beach-front menage, I 'm watching an run through sinister man sleep in my bed. If I smoked coffin nail, I 'd definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful sight in his own right. He 's improbable, powerful, dark-brown, nearly shaven fuzz on his straits, a pare landscape of hair around his shaft. I eye his humanness while he sleeps, I could stare at his black dick all day. But doing so would only drive me mad with luxuria and desire for it.

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

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

I later found out why he was so shy and awkward. It made his overly obvious, pitiful effort at flirting on our day of the month, his jitteriness 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 make relaxed as I straddled my naked torso on his. Kissing his thick, good lip slowly before sliding his monumental peter 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 charming about this guy, this high up school student. I could n't put my digit on it, but suffice to say we had sex as often as we could over the next few weeks.

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

We went on and on and on. This political machine, this 18-year-old blackened kid, made dearest 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 cool morning air hugging me. What a night we had. What sprightliness I 've had. Maybe I was made for him. I 've never felt this way before.

I sit and watch the sun climb, running my hands through my wild, red hair. I chuckle, thinking about all the dark men I 've been with, none have been like Eric.

As the years have flown by, all those men seem to birth prepared me for this Cy Young man sleeping in my bed. I 've never been with a white man ; all have been black. They all worshiped my trunk, 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 honey '' 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 misstep. I 've taken many in my living, but this would be to suppose about giving my liveliness to this young black man. That 's more than just my breasts, my pussy, my body, but my sprightliness. I had to think about seriously committing to person, and in my lately 30s, maybe even marriage. Would it be with Eric ? Would he go to college ? Would he collapse up everything for me ? Would I let this gross feeling toward a thoroughgoing pitch-dark man go ?

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

Another factor pushing me to journey was a death of another black man. He was my dearie. Old Man Herbert Hoover, I called him. Not that death is ever convenient, besides for someone in invariant agony, but traveling to that southerly Florida trailer park to pay my respects to his family gave me a specific destination.



-1-

I have enigma. We all do. A few of them, only those close to me get laid ; a couple, only I know. Eric is the type of guy, 18 or not, I could enjoin everything to.

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

"For what ? A road stumble or assassination delegation ?"she joked. She was defenseless, like me, lying in Eric's arms.

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

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"Well, non-sexual, funny business."

I put the gun in my purse and take stock of everything."Ok, Bikini, money, telephone, makeup, a yoke of dress, my gun, purse, and Eric's balls are vacate. I think I'm good to go."

"Yes. When his junky refill, I'll be here to run out them !"Bella kissed Eric's cheek, running her hand over his breast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll fille you too. See you two in a couple up weeks,"I sighed and left. They waved goodbye when I looked over my shoulder, 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 full term I came up with is Afrosexual. It probably already exists, but I don't care.

I'm an Afrosexual. I define it as only being sexually attracted to those of African descent ; inglorious men being turn one. I like adult female too, of any wash, but black men are what do it the most for me.

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

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

"You need a raising ?"

"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 number one wood said, glancing over my body.

"Me too. But not yet. I'm provision on doing some tenting. Can you drop off at Brunswick ?"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 black cat that I'd flavor at. When I daydreamed of my wedding party, the groom was blackness. When I thought about going to the prom, my escort was black. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was black. Every sexual thought or fancy with a male, he was mordant.

At the mall with friends, they'd giggle if cunning boy would take the air by us. I only did if the boys were black. Going back further, in heart school, I had"boyfriend"of sorts, nothing real, he was black. We'd share lunch, we even held hands. I thought it was incredible. The others picked on me, I didn't understand why at the metre. I'd learn why as I got older.

In gamy schooltime, I got my rattling first boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him. His name was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in school. When I was picked on by my friend, I thought at first it was because of that. He was tall, rangy, looking glass, but excelled at mathematics, helping me out immensely. indisputable there were jocks that were much hotter, but Reymond was sweet.

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

He moved away with his kinsperson in the summer. Our last Nox together was a marathon 69 seance, followed by 60 minutes of sex on my bedroom floor. I didn't want my parents to hear the bed banging against the rampart. Just before dayspring, I snuck him out, and said goodbye. It'd be a few years before I saw him again.




-2-

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

"No trouble. You like umber ?"he asked, nodding to the candy.

"Heh, I love drinking chocolate,"I answered, his eyes widening, his mouthpiece dropping when I pulled my dress off over my head word. I sat there smiling at him.

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

"I do."

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

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

I wondered if multitude 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 difficult and fast, he lost track of time.

"Shit, female child, I got ta get back on the route,"he grabbed my waist, stopping my bounce.

"Wait, I want you to cum though."

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

A couple moment later, he filled my sassing. I swallowed several large swig of semen.

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

***

schoolhouse started up again soon and with it, my second boyfriend. He was a year older than me, a football superstar, and reminded me a fiddling of Eric. He was ripped, built, huge. I still missed Reymond, but marquis quickly made me forget.

I feel hard in love with him. I went everywhere with him. Football games, practices, the mall, everywhere. I was the only white girl at his kinsperson functions. I was his girl and he kept me in constant orgasmic seventh heaven.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his house for sex. When school started back up, he'd clean up each morning I'd suck his cock in his car until it was fourth dimension to go to socio-economic class. I accompanied him to two proms. Each one ending in an nightlong fuck fest. We'd pealing around, telling each former how a lot we loved one another, then culminate together.

When he dumped me, my ticker felt like it shriveled up and blew away like gunpowder in the wind. I was beyond crushed. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be unmarried.

When I started my senior year of in high spirits schooling, I discovered I had no friends ; no clean ones at to the lowest degree. The albumen girls looked at me with disgust, the white bozo ignored me. The black female child were almost downright aggressive with me. I learned a lot my number 1 couple weeks back at school.

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

Stereotypes are based in realism. Was I a stereotype ? A stereotypic white methamphetamine, slovenly woman that sleeps around with all the lightlessness 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 arcsecond I was madly in passion with.

At this period I got angry. I was pathetic, brokenhearted, 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 team first, having sex with Don Marquis'old teammate. By the time Allhallows Eve approached, I was done with them, and was having my number 1 gang bang at a party. There was about 20 or so that fucked me that dark. I was getting tossed around from Shirley Temple guy to black guy. Some of them went to my schooltime, some didn't.

I saw a few classmates roll their eyes and leave, after watching my naked trunk getting taken by several inglorious men at once. That'd sacrifice them something to talk about seminal fluid Monday.

By the end of the first semester, I finished having sex with the basketball team - all the black ones of grade. 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 materialize. So I fucked them all instead. I didn't want to get hurt and I didn't want to suffer them - making them and myself cum was my only goal.

Spring severance arrived, I was exhausted. However, I was busy. I was driving down to Miami to check out the University there. It was for a tour to see if I'd be worry in going.

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

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

On the way back domicile, the future day, was when I met the man who recently died. He's a man that had the best opprobrious 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.

"Sweetie, you've made me tardy !"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 public figure.

I walked a few knot to my finish - Jekyll Island. I was going to do some camping.

I rented a small collapsible shelter from the site's general storage and headed on. The bank clerk gave me a comical looking at. 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 cantonment near the spine of the camping area, following to someone else. They weren't there, but I could see smoke billowing up from their attack.

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 couple hours, standing by the Tree, walking along the water, exploring really. There were waterlogged brook that flowed into the sea. I looked around, watching skirt 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 gratifying. He was accepted to a college a few hours away. I was hoping he'd go, but wondered if he'd pearl out to delay with me. character 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 visit him, his friends seeing an older, lately 30s fair sex in his bed.

***

On my driving back home from the college tour of duty in Miami, my head 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, midriff of nowhere, area.

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

I needed to notice a payphone. I was getting hot in the noontide sun. I couldn't sit there in the car and Cook. I had to telephone my parents, then get it towed somewhere. I got out and walked on the quieten back road. I was stopped a few minutes later.

"misfire ? You ok, honey ?"a Shirley Temple man rolled down his window.

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

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

I laughed,"You're not ugly !"

"I'm old though."

"Well, sorta."

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

"free people ?"

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

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

"Hey, you got that right !"

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

We approached lagger Park where Hoover lived, he spoke in hushed tones when we got out."Now listen, one of my Logos will tow your car and fix you up."

He leaned in end, 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 proficient. You can ignore it and head on into the trailer there and wait for your car, or you can link up in on the fun. It's up to you, Miss."

"Um, ok,"I was confused.

"Follow me. feeling disembarrass to head to that trailer, if you want. No one is forcing you to do anything. You hear me ?"

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

I found out a moment later. fear faded, replaced with curiosity then joy at the sight 40 foot away from me.

My back talk dropped as I watched three tweed women, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a fire getting fucked by a group of melanise men. One was tied to a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, getting take from hindquarters. Another on her back on a bench, a black man on top. The tertiary squatting up and down on a cock, while jacking off two others.

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

I kept walking toward the group. Hoover tried to stop me."If you feel you too young for this, head on vertebral column, turning away."

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't zip illegal here, former than nudity outside a sign of the zodiac. There's a jolly 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, centre darting left and right, he cleared his throat,"Ok Miss, right this way."

There I was, 18 years old, Spring Break of my last year of high schooltime in my second crowd bang.

It was a blur, a total fuzz or sex, lather, and come. I came and came and came with around 30 or so Shirley Temple men that lived in that trailer park. When one was done, I'd beg for more.

"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 stew caused by the humidity during the day, then the hot bonfire that night. The elbow grease rinsed cum off me.

They tied me to a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The whipped me with bang. Later they penetrated me anally.

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

After midnight, having forgotten to yell my parents, I limped to Hoover's trailer. When I entered it, I fell to my knees, partly exhausted, but partly weakened by the tenacious, most beautiful pitch-black dick I'd ever seen.

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

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

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

When that thing entered me, I shook and spasmed. It was the best cock I'd ever had and would rest so for many, many years.

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

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

"Glad you having a good time. We love to possess fun here,"Hoover said. I could feel his prick vellication in my stomach.

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

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

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

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

A few hours later, Herbert Hoover got out of bed, waking me up in the process. I watched the aged man leave the trailer. I went after him, grabbing his bridge player, walking with him to the bonfire.

It was only he and I out. He stoked the flaming, piling More woodwind. We sat there holding hired hand, naked, warmed by the fire.

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

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

"How long have you lived here ?"

"My hale live. My pa and Grandpappy owned some nation by the swamp. I got it and help set up this prevue park."

"And the woman ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By chance event. Started by helping a nice white ma'am out, long, long ago with a flat tire. Probably well before you were born. Don't know what it was. Maybe she was distressed in her matrimony, maybe she just wanted to experiment, but she came back here and undressed for me. I was a young man, I was skittish, but I took tending of her flavorless tire and her later that day. Word must've spread. Over the years we've had good smattering of Patrick Victor Martindale White charwoman lay off by for a weekend here and there."

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

That former good morning by the balefire, 18 years old, driving back from Miami on give fault, William Henry Hoover mated with me. I became significant with his child.




-4-

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

I left many things at home on this hitchhiking tripper. Would I control the great unwashed to get what I need ? A ride, food, attack ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as manipulation. I saw it as making a friend.

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

"Hi !"I startled him.

"Ma'am,"he nodded.

"Catching some dinner party ?"

"Yeah, but you ain't seen anything. I'm not supposed to be doing this. But I love crabbing. This'll James 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 amercement,"I smiled."How does it form ?"I pointed to the net.

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

He was older than Herbert Clark Hoover when I first met him. Probably former 60s. His whisker was white, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a jr. Stanford White fair sex in a lean bikini talking to him. I didn't see a ring on his digit when he was showing me the net, explaining how to cat it. He gave me a detailed deterrent example. He stood behind me, putting my arms into side, and helped me cast the net. I smiled and clapped when it landed successfully near where he advised.

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

I told him I was hitchhiking to southern Everglade State, mentioning an old friend passed away. He questioned if it was safe for me to thumb. I told him I had a special friend along with me and I knew how to open fire it. He understood, saying it was honorable that a middling white lady protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

We walked back to the camping site together, chatting the entire way.

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

"Yep,"I beamed.

"Well, I tell you what, do on over and I'll James Cook up some of this fish and Crab for you. fathom good ?"

"auditory sensation 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 prom apparel, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the black student at school 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 shoulder. I turned around to see a familiar face, however, the rest of him was quite different. It Reymond. He was still marvelous, but not skinny and lanky. He filled out. He was big and muscular. He didn't wear looking glass anymore. I did a double take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

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

"Good, secure. Been awhile."

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

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

"Yeah,"I smiled.

"You shopping for prom dresses ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh, that's aplomb, 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 lav, sitting on a pot, hastily unzipping Reymond's shorts. He was leaning over, kissing me.

I pulled his night skinned peter out."Oh fuck,"I whispered before devouring it.

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

I got his prick 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 panties, and hopped in his arms.

"You can take guardianship of me in college, and I'll take care of you. No serious kinship. Sex buddies,"I said, the heartbreak Marquis caused still stung a bit.

"Yes,"he winced with pleasure, his cock 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 night, I got a particular date. But for you, for this pussy, I'd cancel on her,"He said.

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

"Reymond, stay, postponement,"I said.

"Huh ?"

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

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

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

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

I laughed and kissed him."speculation not."




-5-

"Mmm, yummy !"I finished up the last-place piece of Cancer the Crab Willie shucked for me. I sat next to him on a log near the campfire.

"gladiolus you like it. You just get here ? It's a two night minimum,"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. Right over the border. I can rent you there,"Willie offered.

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

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

"Yeah,"I rested my head 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 fire.

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

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

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

***

Reymond and I went to the prom. We stayed a short while, danced some, but left early so we could fuck. His parents were at some result really former, so we went to his house a few school dominion over.

A few week later at commencement exercise, I participated in my tertiary gang bang. It was in the boy'restroom. It wasn't amazing. Some of the black jockstrap lured me in there, by flashing me a cock. I figured why not. I'd probably never see these guy rope again.

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

Speaking of my parents, they made me hold 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 commercial enterprise, yet they are forcing me to leave up a tike and not raise it like an adult.

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

At college Reymond and I had sex three metre a day. I abandoned my dorm, staying with him and his roomy. We did it in the forenoon, in the shower bath before class. We met up during the afternoon for sex. Then at nighttime, we did it after studying, until we were tired.

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

When Reymond was busy, there were a few other guy cable I'd rotate. They didn't thinker having sex with a pregnant Elwyn Brooks White girl.

I had the infant just before Thanksgiving pause. It came a slight early. I couldn't flavour at the child. I closed my oculus, tears streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the child would be beneficial off.

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

It was around this time, he started getting busier with former students. There were respective white girls he rotated. One of the was a prof. I think she was married. I walked in on her riding Reymond in his hall way. I apologized and backed out. I ran into another pitch-black student I'd shag before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was engaged again. He agreed to fill in once more and took me to the shower.

I didn't go household for outflow interruption. I went to see Hoover. He remembered me. I stayed and entire week there. I was naked the completely time. Cum was splattering on my chest, tummy, back, face on the hour all day and night. I slept with Hoover when I finally tired.

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

soph, Junior, and fourth-year year Spring Breaks were spent with Hoover inside me.

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

In my Senior year I developed a stable of several twelve starter. They were my backups. I taught those guy a lot. There were quite a few three ways with them. By the clip I graduated college, they were whitened women pleasers for certainly.

Before graduation, all of them, fucked me in one night. It was my fourth and bombastic crew fringe yet.

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

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

"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 husband,"Reymond said.

"That's, great,"I said in haze. I pushed by him. I fell asleep in the rain shower.

College ended. Reymond and I lost physical contact. Last I heard he and his older, white married woman, were still together. I was disappointed in Reymond when all that went down. I didn't like the fact she left her hubby. It was yet another grounds I only had sex chum - less drama, to a lesser extent pain, Sir Thomas More fun.

***

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

The cool night air felt marvelous. My mamilla were hard, my clitoris 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 bath facility, not caring if anyone saw me nude. The camping ground wasn't too crowd 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 sea 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 hassle than me from crabbing if you get caught walking around like that,"he joked.

"Maybe, so,"I smiled at him.

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

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

I watched Willie whip out his erect turncock. My centre widened seeing the dog hungrily lick his shaft."One sec, young lady,"Willie stood, removing his bloomers.

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

"Our little secret ?"he asked.

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

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

I became an animal, a dog in heat, like the High German Shepherd. Perhaps the passion of blacken cock transcends species.

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

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

"Ugh, right girlfriend, good female child,"Willie patted out dorsum.

Willie stood up, grabbed his drawers and headed to the tent. His dog was licking my boldness, my mouth, her tongue going in between my sassing to seek for every last drop. I opened my mouth 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 back talk, smiled and looked up to the stars.

***

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

Jerome was his name. He'd nookie me in his position sometimes. We'd take dejeuner together, having sex in his car. After work, we'd meet up for drunkenness, and he'd spend the night at my flat or I'd stay at his.

Sleeping with Jerome for a few months introduced me to the hip-hop universe. Most of the company's clients were hip-hop or rap disk label.

I attended event with Jerome. He'd introduce me to several rappers. Sure, I'd vamper, contribute them my telephone number, but usually I'd end up riding Jerome's lightlessness hammer later than night.

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

I met up with the rapper a distich nights later for drinks. We talked, I went back to his office, and we fucked.

He was right, real good. He knew how to work a T. H. White pussy. I slept with him for about a year.

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

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

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

Big rogue was having a political party after the sacking of his raw album. I wasn't the only white missy there. several others were sucking cock on a lounge, or a president. It was capital. I felt I was at home.

Big scallywag fucked me pretty punishing outside the penthouse rooms, overlooking Los Angeles.

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

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

It was long, orgasm and cum-filled night.

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

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

"Thank you, baby,"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.

"Help me with what, baby ?"

"You're special. You know it. You know what you good at. You near at workin'lightlessness putz. You feel me ?"

"fountainhead, yeah, but -"

"This guy can help oneself you reach your maximum potential. I want you to talk to him. I want you to hear him out. I want you to keep an heart-to-heart mind. You feel me ?"he asked yet again.

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

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

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

I got off Big rapscallion, his dick 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 striptease club, or an bodyguard service. I shrugged and figured I'd give him a Call at least.

Big Rascal, came up behind me, grabbing my breast. I reached around for his cock, arched my rachis 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 dick in and out, knowing deep down, in his warmness, it'd be the last time he had me."I feel you,"he whispered.




-7-

The side by side night, after calling Killa'D, he gave me an savoir-faire to meet. It just so happened to be a strip guild.

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

Killa'D was quite a specimen, not someone that matched his byname. He was dressed in a suit of clothes and tie, had a gold watch, tintinnabulation, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a snip beard his face. I assumed he went to the barber each week or even more. I was a little shy at first. My figured he was a high-end pimp.

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 foresighted time. Back when we were in the hood, working to get out. I trust him very much."

I nodded, looking around the way. It wasn't crowded, a few black men here and there, with Andrew D. White stemmer giving lap dance.

"He told me you really know how to work a black shaft. He said you use that cunt, them knocker, that ass, and that back talk of yours expertly on a dick,"Killa D explained.

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

"blackness men. I understand,"He reached to his scoop taking out a business card."Let me ease your mind a bit. I'm not a pander. I'm not asking you to be a exotic dancer, though if you wanted to, you could go up there and dance - the manager wouldn't mind. I'm not asking you to be an bodyguard. Look at my troupe's figure. pick out it ?"

I took the board, reading the gens."White vixen ?"I said aloud."No, I don't know what that is,"I handed the card back to him, he held up his laurel wreath, declining it.

"It's an interracial pornographic production caller,"he answered."Big Rascal said you'd be a pure fit."

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

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

"I don't know about that. I mean,"I looked around the way and leaned in closer."I sleep and have slept with a lot of pitch blackness Guy, but filming porno, that's different."

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

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

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

I nodded, looking to his card.

"Now then, you love melanize men, you love Black person dick, when not get paid to give tongue to that love to others ?"he asked.

I bit my bottom lip. A stripper around my age came over to say how-do-you-do to Killa D.

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

"Yeah,"she circled played with his tie.

"Who you with tonight ?"

"Rob,"she frowned.

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

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

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

"Can I at least think about it ?"

"Please do."

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

He smiled at me and extended his hand.

***

"Ah shtup ! Yes ! Yes !,"I was screaming later that dark, on top of Killa'D, fucking the diddlyshit out of him.

"Ohhhh, diddly-shit,"I collapsed on top of his sexy, muscular trunk."Mmm fuck."

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

He put me to sleep. I fell asleep on him in his fancy Beverly hill home. It was the world-class clip sex made me decrease asleep. trusted I'd eventually go to bed after foresighted dark, but this, the act itself, was so expert, I was out low temperature in minutes.

The adjacent dawn, he cooked me breakfast. We laid out by the puddle, 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 agentive role, getting me character, finding other performers to form with. He even suggested I could strip or escort if I wanted to on the English ; like other porn asterisk he managed. He said I could lend in a lot of money escorting several pro jock around - then sleeping with them of course.

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

I stayed with him the ease of the day, all night, and on into the next good afternoon. We fucked pretty much the unscathed time. It was Sunday afternoon when I left. I had to go the next day. He said drive a workweek to opine about it and that he'd call me the following Friday Nox.

I learned that Killa'D was shortstop for slayer 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 nice five-day beach visit before me.

I sucked his turncock the entire way. When we arrived I finished him off, swallowing his lode, said goodbye and hopped out of his pickup arm truck.

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

I stopped and ate an early dinner at a beachside café, then headed back to the elbow room. My plans for the even was to go to a golf club, find a melanize guy, and land him back to my room for the nighttime - something I've done many times.

A Call to my sister, Bella, changed that.

I put on a midget, sensationalistic garb, my tits practically hanging out. powerful before I went out I decided to call and check on her and Eric.

"hullo ?"she answered, her back talk sounded wax 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 be intimate Eric here is in very good work force,"she said, more slurping sounds.

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

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

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

I heard Bella breathe deeply into the phone,"Oh ass, I love this thing."more lactate 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 cock,"I heard her say as the phone traveled to Eric.

"Bea,"he answered.

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

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

"She's taking care of you ?"

"Yep, but I got ta tell you. As dependable as her head-game is, as honorable 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 public lecture more about you and I when I get there. I'm really thinking about us on this trip."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, hi. This will go 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 piece of work can you come by ?"

"What for ?"he asked.

I pulled my xanthous dress 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 door. I immediately removed my attire. I didn't tactile property like going out anymore.

***

I was a pornstar for seven, long class.

Killa'D gave the hebdomad to recall about it. I showed up at his house on Wednesday with my resolution. I stood there, ringing his door, target naked.

"Bea,"he grinned, a drunkenness in his mitt."seminal fluid in."

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

"Will you look out for me, will you take on forethought 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 whale dick.

I turned in a two week notice the adjacent day. Jerome bent me over his desk and fucked me one hold up time. He told me I didn't have to arrive 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 life history. He asked if I wanted to start up minor, do a few scenes here and there. He asked if I wanted to do anal only. Or if I was into BDSM. I said no to all of that.

I told him I want my first fit to be ambitious, insane, and really make a Deutschmark - a gang bang.

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

I went by the name Bianca. My first film, a pack bash called,"Bianca Gets Blacked"featured 100 mordant men. The shoot lasted all day. I was thoroughly exhausted. That Night I took a yearn, 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 view weren't always well-situated, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were miss with drug problems, dada yield, opprobrious past tense, 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 several volumes of picture show series. It was here I used the terminal figure Afrosexual to describe myself. flannel Vixens marketed me as such too.

Every day, all day, was sex on motion-picture show. At night it was sex with Killa'D and several unlike male performers I befriended.

I striped and escorted too. I was making short ton of money. I also kept this life-time a secret.

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

I saw Bella being double-teamed by two disastrous men in the kitchen. She was covering her mouth to hold back hushed.

My sometime sister married a blackness man. She gained a stepson. He and I had sex on occasion.

All the women in my kinsfolk, except perhaps for my mother, loved nigrify cock. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to tell them of my job. They all thought I still worked at a marketing company.

I hardly ever got home much in my 20s. Filming, stripping, escorting, fucking was an everyday, no weekends, no geological fault, affair.

When Bella finished college, she moved to LA and stayed with me. I was 26 and had my own family, not far from Killa'D. I can't withdraw how many time I was tempted to bring her into the porn industry, especially after seeing how voracious she was with black men.

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

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

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

Sometimes alcohol was involved. Sometimes the men would pass out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a termination, Sir Thomas More secrets that only she and I know were created with each other. Secret nights of passion and love developed between sisters. Perhaps fitting for another report.

I was tested once a calendar week. I was rubber. But I was very, very fag.

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

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

White harpy started shooting girl-on-girl stuff and nonsense too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job description. twat and opprobrious cock was all I did for the last two age of my career. 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 future day, he stayed all day and another night. He got up the following first light, got dressed for the first clip since arriving to my room, and went to mould. I went to the beach again. That night Dayron came by at 10pm, when he got off, and stayed once more. He repeated this again, staying in bed with me, endlessly fucking me. Then I had to leave.

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

Did working in the 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 if holiday, if I could even call it that, were two blood brother, buying me for a week over the twelvemonth. They took me to various tropical resorts. We had sex the whole prison term, it was great, but again it wasn't a genuine vacation. I wanted to go someplace where I wasn't paid to hump. often like this hitchhiking misstep. If I have sex along the way, corking, but I'm not working.

I walked a few hour along the beach highway. I heard a car, rap euphony blaring, roll up behind me, honking the horn.

I turned around and waved. A unseasoned black guy, looked out the window."Hey yo ! Girl you need a ride ?"

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

"Aight, get in. Where you going ?"

"S. Couple hours north of Miami,"I told him.

"damn, yo, that's a foresighted way. Shit. You paying ?"

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

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

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

It took me back to all the parties Killa'D would confound. I'd be fucking him and all his boys. Even Big rascal and his posse showed up. I'd be bouncing on his shaft, while his latest single was blasting through the speakers.

Those were fun times during my erotica career, but it was constant. There was no time out, no reprieve, unvarying work.

When I told Killa'D I wanted to retire, he was saddened, but understood. He offered Thomas More money, a new car, everything. I had my pegleg wrapped around him while he slammed his pecker into me, telling me what he'd give me to realize me stay. 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 womanhood he slept with in favor of only me.

I said no thanks.

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

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

There as only one matter I needed to do.

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

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

I made love to the father of my fry every day. He never knew he got me pregnant 12 year earlier.

That time with Herbert Hoover made me think of things. I thought about what to do with my sprightliness. Could I live a normal life ? Could I steady down down and get married ? Maybe even have a child the right way ? I had no estimation. 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 Hoover's long stopcock. All that anal sex with him, mmm, it was so amazing.

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 good !"my newest number one wood, Andre, told me."I'll drive yo aphrodisiacal ass anywhere you want."

We were about an hr north of the trailer park. I was naked in the passenger incline of Andre's car. I felt so aphrodisiacal sucking his dick with all that rap music in the ground.

Andre pulled into a gas place."You gon na establish me that pussy when we arrive correctly ?"

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

"Oh shit,"he said."Speaking of which, I need to take one. I'll be right 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 door behind the gas station. He arrived with the key.

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

"I know, but I got ta -"

"Take a shit. No pun intended, but I don't open a hoot,"I said.

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

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

"Fine. Get on in there. Crazy-ass cunt"Andre unlocked and held the threshold undefended for me.

That unseasoned, black hoodlum must've felt like a king. He was sitting on a toilet, relaxing, doing his business, while a Caucasian adult female sucked his cock.

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

He sucked my tit while finishing up.

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

Andre opened the door, holding his knickers up, handing the key to the employee. I was topless, in the procedure of putting my two-piece top back on.

"how-do-you-do,"I said, walking by the employee.

"My male child 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 matter, unproblematic things. New gym, new friends, and very soon after meeting Simon, new home.

Simone was improbable, not trunk constructor muscular, but very toned, and of path, black.

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

I didn't rest with him after the first off date. I told myself to wait a bit. He was very smart, very hot ; I wanted to arrive at a estimable impression. I didn't want him to consider I was a slut. I never told him about my porn career.

I lasted until the thirdly day before I undressed in battlefront 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 Hoover's. I had no sex in that timeframe. I was very pent up.

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

I lied. I looked to his nerve, running my quarter round across his lip and shook my head.

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

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

It was hot and labored 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 mark, he finished eating out my pussy and climbed on top of me, sliding his stopcock where his tongue was.

"Bea, will you wed me ?"Herbert Alexander Simon asked.

I answered without thinking.

Six months later, we were naked, rolling around on a moony beach in Jamaica. Marvin Neil Simon sat up, holding me, kissing my tit, my neck, my sassing, his cock in mysterious, while gently waves landed against us. We had a wonderful honeymoon.

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

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

I was too afraid to disclose my yesteryear with him. I wanted to act on from it. I realize I should have been up front with him as it could've caused a lot of pain, 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 understanding for the annulment. She consoled me, but I knew what I really needed. Within a couple hours I booked her and myself a flying to Everglade State. I took her to meet President Hoover. She left a week later, limping and smiling, kissing everyone there goodbye. I stayed for the relief of the summer.

When I returned, I got a job working at an art gallery. I moved out of Bea's to my own place, and focused on myself for the first time in a tenacious time. There were no bunch bangs, no random hook ups every nighttime - just me, relaxing, spending metre with Bella, and making new, non-porn industry, admirer.




-10-

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

There were a group of men in the center of the park. One of them was Hoover's son - a few years senior than me. He greeted me, the sight of a au naturel white charwoman had no effect on them. It was something they saw often.

"He's in here,"his soon motioned me to follow. I took his arm, walking by a few other white adult female, scattered about, nude, amount to pay their respects.

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

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

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

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

Hoover's erection was bulging out his mire, laying against his bay window.

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

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

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

"Yup. Probably at the pearly-white Bill Gates with that thing out and cook 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 secure times the father of my child 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 grant parentage to a small fry and sacrifice the child to a deserving and loving fellowship.

I moaned when my bridge player met his erection. It was hard as a rock. I wanted to say goodbye to not just Hoover, but the cat's-paw of so a lot pleasure.

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

I leaned down and placed a candy kiss on the tip. It was low temperature as I expected. I kissed it again. The kisses became fleshly licks along the dick. My fingerbreadth found my button, rubbing it while kissed and licked Hoover's cock - one endure time. I thought about climbing on top of him and making making love to his body, cumming all over his big rooster as a final exam send off. There was movement and talking right outside the prevue. I zipped up his trouser, and tucked him back in, my saliva coating his dick.

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

Several other white women arrived. It led to an drunken revelry which lasted a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. The other cleaning woman left, leaving me alone with them all. The orgy then of course became a crew bang.

All 60 minutes of the night, day, I was fucked by those men - just like when I was 18 and there for the first time. It was bittersweet, the indorse best black cock I've had, right behind Eric, wasn't there. We all felt his absence. None of them could get as abstruse inside my colon as Hoover. It was still incredible.

A few days later, I put on my two-piece. Herbert Hoover's son offered to drive me to Miami. I'd stay there, relax, visit protagonist, then organize to channelize home to Eric. There we would utter about everything.

Before Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his bank account. In the coin bank parking lot, in his car, he thanked me with his cock. I didn't know if it was enough, but I had quite a little in economy from my porn career. They could use the money to bury Hoover, maybe fix up the Park if penury 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 next day, I did more than of the same ; laying out, tanning, swimming. I visited a friend in the area, we went out to dinner and so on. It was all very subdue compared to the old Chicago on my slip.

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

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

My endure night in Miami I decided to go out. I went to dark clubhouse, in my same yellow attire, tits practically popping out, with the intention of having some swallow, dancing and that's about it. I had no purpose of finding someone for sex.

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




-11-

He wasn't alone. He was with his wife, the Sami college prof, that left her husband for Reymond. She was certainly honest-to-god, 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 mouth hung open. tinker's dam, he looked right.

The Song dynasty ended, the stopped dance, 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 recognize me at first. Maybe it was the light, my hair, I don't know."Reymond,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back, and erupted in laugh. 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 vast arm. His wife was so very favorable to consume a sexy, big black man. I did, for a scant while - Simon, but that didn't endure.

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

The three of us talked on and on for a span 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 Charleston, Dixieland 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 deference to a ally 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 soul's ass if they tried to bruise 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 house. You got any plans ? We can go catch up."

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

I felt a hand on my on forearm. His wife was staring into my heart giving me a tone as if to say"catch up means 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 !"

***

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

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

"How long ?"

"A few age. We've met many grand supporter. 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 admirer from highschool shoal and college, and I want to have fun, then I can."

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

"She doesn't. We were at the society looking for distich or new acquaintance anyway. We were getting ready to leave when you tapped my shoulder."

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

"Thanks."

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

"wellspring, the gym and gobs of protein helped,"he laughed."So LA huh ?"

"Yep, I worked in merchandising,"I told the truth, tempted to recite Reymond about my porn life history."Got married, didn't piece of 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 fourth dimension. Not because of the swing. I really regret how it happened, but I feel like when two soulmates meet, no matter the circumstance, they'll be together."

"Soulmates,"I thought of Eric.

"The serious 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 amiss, and I was sorry. By that point he already remarried. He wasn't warm, he didn't excite my helping hand, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how destine works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really matured of you."

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

"sort of."

"Heh, sort of ?"

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

"Black ?"

"Yep."

"An sometime, 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 figure out if we should be functionary and committed. I don't want to screw things up."

Reymond looked into my eye, his thumb caressed my face,"Still so very beautiful. Mmm, he'd be a prosperous young man if you were his."

"Reymond,"I blushed.

He tipped my 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 cavity closing over mine.

I untucked his nice shirt, worked the clitoris, and ran my paw 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, black body. I slowly pulled my attire away from my breasts, sliding it downward. I stepped forward, running a hand over his chest, while the other worked his bash and pants.

"Still never been with a Edward 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 soundbox. My mouth started at his thighs, then his magnificent cock, I licked and kissed his abs, his chest, my breasts sliding across is sodding blackened torso. My oral fissure found his, his stopcock found my twat and we got it on.

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

It all moved in slow movement. My moan were thirster, his putz slid in and out of me in tardily gesture, his hand going to my breast, taking it to his mouth all moving so slowly and sensually.

On my dorsum he licked his way down to my pussycat. I arched my back, tweaking my nipples when his glossa entered me, gathering up my fluids to savour. Oh screw, my consistence turned to liquid.

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

Hours later, his hand on my tummy, his cock in deep, 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 breath."So very lucky."

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

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

The side by side first light in the rain shower, he was holding my pap, kissing my neck while pushing his rooster in rich.

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

I was there in my other clothes, a dim-witted white one, making out with her married man, Reymond. When our aroused kiss ended, I grabbed and kissed her softly on the backtalk."Thank you,"I told her for allowing a wonderful reunion with my old lover.

I got in my rental car, waved bye to Reymond, his arm around his married woman and I drove menage.




-12-

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

Of grade, meeting Eric made things even better.

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

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

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

I ran into the water, my frock still on."Out the way, kick !"I pushed my sister away and jumped in Eric's arms, kissing him like loony.

"Hey ! piece of ass you, holler !"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 buss.

We fucked in the doorway, we fucked in the sustenance room, on the lounge, on the floor, we fucked on the dining room board, we fucked while going up the stairs, finally, we fucked on and on and on in my bed.

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

He called his parents back, telling them he was fine, that he lost path of time playing telecasting plot at a friend's. He told them he was invited to stay the night, they said that was fine. We kept on fucking.

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

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

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

I could've cried, but was too exhausted. I used the last bit of energy 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 60 minutes nap, yadda yadda yadda, he snuck back over here hold out Nox.

We didn't have sex all night. We couldn't ; too sore and tired from the previous night. We took our time, took it slow down, 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 senior high school school, college, Hoover, having a minor, moving to LA. I told him all about my hitchhiking head trip. Then I told him I was a pornography whiz for seven, hanker eld. He laughed, saying that was awesome.

"No wonder, you so good working my dick, girl !"He laughed and squeezed me tight. I thought it was because he was a young, 18-year-old, that thought the melodic theme of being with a former erotica genius was cool down. Either way, he was fine with it.

I told him almost all of my secret. 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 dead body, it'd slip out. Maybe he'd be able to figure out that her and I are very close indeed.

Then we got good. 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 smell, how we felt a soulmate connectedness.

Losing my virginity to Reymond, Don Marquis being my high school sweetheart and dumping me, meeting William Henry Hoover and the entire drone park - none were as good as Eric.

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

Even my ex St. Simon, along with the recent intimate encounters. Camping with Willie, the five-day Dayron nooky fest in Jacksonville, big dicked punk, Andre - none were as double-dyed 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 chest mashing against his chest. It's the face of a man I'm in love with, who I want to be with, who I want to go to, hopefully forever.

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

I kiss his backtalk. Is he my long mislay small fry I gave up for adoption ? Am I his mother ? Did I just so happen to run here, meet him, and become romantically involved with the grown tiddler Herbert Hoover gave me at age 18 ?

I am 36 now, 18 days aged than Eric. I giggle, kissing his back talk over and over. He sits up, kissing me hard, holding me.

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

The end .