intro

I could check the dawn from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my bedroom, let the cool morning air hug my naked soundbox, and vigil sun rise over the Atlantic sea. But instead of watching that beautiful sight from my new beach-front home plate, I 'm watching an eat black man slumber in my bed. If I smoked cigaret, I 'd definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful tidy sum in his own right hand. He 's tall, muscular, chocolate-brown, nearly shaven tomentum on his head, a trimmed landscape of fuzz around his cock. I eye his manhood while he sleeps, I could stare at his blackamoor peter all day. But doing so would only repulse me mad with lust and desire for it.

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

We spoke the adjacent time I saw him. He was very shy, but friendly. I could tell he wanted our conversation to continue on, but he had no estimate how to make that happen. I wondered if he ever spoke to a woman 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 epithet, then on a whim, before we left the gym for the day, I gave him my issue. Eric looked like he did n't recognise what to do with it ! I could n't help but laugh at this shy, vast, black man feeling awkward after a white woman gave him her number.

I later found out why he was so shy and awkward. It made his overly obvious, short attempts at flirting on our particular date, 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 relax as I straddled my bare soundbox on his. Kissing his thick, full-of-the-moon lips slowly before sliding his massive rooster 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 wizard about this guy, this mellow school student. I could n't put my finger on it, but suffice to say we had sex as much as we could over the side by side few weeks.

He snuck out after going to bed to meet up with me. I fucked him hard in the schooling 's parking lot, before family. And now finis dark ; he told his parents he was staying at a class fellow 's house, lying so he could drop the night with me.

We went on and on and on. This automobile, this 18-year-old dim kid, made honey to me like he 's known me forever. It was so beautiful. It 's like we fit perfectly - his shaft in my pussy, my body in his arms.

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

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

As the years have flown by, all those men seem to take prepared me for this youthful man sleeping in my bed. I 've never been with a white-hot man ; all have been inglorious. 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 dark men, but never been `` in love '' with them. Maybe I am now.

I needed to get away, to believe about things. Since I love traveling, I decided to take a road tripper. I 've taken many in my life, but this would be to think about giving my life to this young opprobrious man. That 's more than just my breasts, my pussy, my dead body, but my lifetime. I had to imagine about seriously committing to someone, and in my recent 30s, maybe even union. Would it be with Eric ? Would he go to college ? Would he give up everything for me ? Would I let this perfective feeling toward a pure black man go ?

There was so much to retrieve about. A two-week route slip would help.

Another gene pushing me to travel was a death of another black man. He was my dearie. Old Man J. Edgar Hoover, I called him. Not that death is ever convenient, besides for someone in constant torment, but traveling to that southern Florida drone park to pay my regard to his family gave me a specific destination.



-1-

I have secrets. We all do. A few of them, only those nigh to me know ; a pair, only I know. Eric is the type of guy, 18 or not, I could tell everything to.

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

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

"No silly. I take my Friend along in example anyone tries any funny job,"I told her.

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"wellspring, non-sexual, funny business."

I put the gun in my purse and pick out descent of everything."Ok, bikinis, money, phone, war paint, a mates of attire, my gun, pocketbook, and Eric's balls are empty. I think I'm good to go."

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

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to relieve oneself 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 augury I truly loved him, trusting my sister to be a substitute, or if I really loved Negroid cock. I think it's a bit of both.

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

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

I went over to Eric to kiss him goodbye. A childlike candy kiss on the lips escalates into more. Our knife get involved, our mouths close on top of one another's, his mitt groped my chest of drawers. I want to fuddle this dress off and fuck his wit out.
"Mmm, yeah, there we go,"Bella watched us progress to out.

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

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

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

***

One secret, that only I and Bella know, is my sex. I came up with a term for it. While technically I'm bi-sexual, I drill down further to be more specific. The 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 declination ; black men being telephone 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 miles, making my way to the interstate. From there it was a few mo when a truck driver picked me up.

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

"You need a face lifting ?"

"Please."

"Get on up in here,"he motioned.

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

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

"Me too. But not yet. I'm planning on doing some camping. 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 mass, it was dark guys that I'd flavor at. When I daydreamed of my marriage, the groom was black. When I thought about going to the prom, my escort was black. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was grim. Every sexual thought or fantasy with a Male, he was black.

At the mall with supporter, they'd giggle if cute boys would take the air by us. I only did if the boys were blackness. Going back further, in middle school, I had"boyfriend"of variety, nothing real, he was black. We'd parcel lunch, we even held hands. I thought it was incredible. The others picked on me, I didn't understand why at the meter. I'd learn why as I got elder.

In eminent school day, I got my really first beau. 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 Quaker, I thought at first it was because of that. He was grandiloquent, lanky, glasses, but excelled at maths, helping me out immensely. Sure there were jock that were much hot, but Reymond was sweet.

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

He moved away with his family in the summer. Our stopping point night together was a marathon 69 session, followed by 60 minutes of sex on my sleeping accommodation storey. 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-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 candy from the gas post he stopped at, halfway to Brunswick.

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

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

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

"I do."

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

A bit later, I fished that big dick out, and was on my articulatio genus sucking all over it.

I wondered if people could see the cab of his vast hand truck rocking to and fro in the parking lot of the gas post. I was riding his putz so laborious and fast, he lost rails of time.

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

"waiting, I want you to cum though."

"Well get back on your knees and suck that shaft, then."

A span minutes later, he filled my back talk. I swallowed various heavy gulping of come.

I laughed when he rushed to the presence cab, turncock still dripping cum and hastily put his bum belt on. I wiped my rima oris 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 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 game, practices, the center, everywhere. I was the only white girl at his family functions. I was his daughter and he kept me in changeless orgasmic bliss.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his house for sex. When school started back up, he'd pick up each sunup I'd suck his hammer in his car until it was prison term to go to year. I accompanied him to two proms. Each one ending in an all-night fuck fest. We'd axial rotation around, telling each early how a great deal we loved one another, then climax together.

When he dumped me, my heart felt like it shriveled up and be adrift away like gunpowder in the idle words. I was beyond beat out. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be single.

When I started my fourth-year year of luxuriously school, I discovered I had no friend ; no white unity at least. The white young lady looked at me with disgust, the E. B. White guys ignored me. The pitch blackness girls were almost right-down aggressive with me. I learned a lot my first couple weeks back at shoal.

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

Stereotypes are based in realness. Was I a stereotype ? A stereotyped snowy meth, slut that sleeps around with all the black hombre ? I didn't tactile property like that. Yes, I was only attracted to blacks, but only had sex with two by that point. Both were my young man ; the arcsecond I was madly in love with.

At this tip I got wild. I was scurvy, heartbroken, people thought I was something I didn't think I was. If that's all they saw in me, in my teenage immaturity, I decided to take on the part.

I started with the football squad first, having sex with Don Marquis'old teammate. By the fourth dimension Halloween approached, I was done with them, and was having my kickoff gang strike at a party. There was about 20 or so that fucked me that Night. I was getting tossed around from shameful guy to pitch-black guy. Some of them went to my schoolhouse, some didn't.

I saw a few class fellow roll their eyes and leave, after watching my naked dead body getting taken by various Shirley Temple men at once. That'd give way them something to talk about come up Monday.

By the end of the first semester, I finished having sex with the basketball squad - all the disastrous unity of course. I never once let myself feel have a go at it for any of them. I didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want another Marguis to happen. So I fucked them all instead. I didn't want to get hurt and I didn't want to injure them - making them and myself cum was my only finish.

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

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

I was ok with that, thinking I'd encounter some black college student while there. I didn't. The orientation and spell was informational, helpful, but not shake up. It all seemed stock, 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 well nigrify turncock I've ever had.




-3-

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

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

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

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

I walked a few miles to my goal - Jekyll Island. I was going to do some camping.

I rented a small collapsible shelter from the web site's worldwide store and headed on. The cashier gave me a suspect 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 pack near the back of the camping ground, 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 things.

The beach was gorgeous. I walked for a brace minute, standing by the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, walking along the body of water, exploring really. There were muddy creeks that flowed into the ocean. I looked around, watching razz scoop down and get Fish. I felt at ataraxis.

I thought of Eric back abode, assuming my sister was tending to him like I asked. He's so sweet. He was accepted to a college a few hours away. I was hoping he'd go, but wondered if he'd cliff out to outride with me. theatrical role of me wanted him to, but that would be a Brobdingnagian mistake. Sitting on the sand, digging my toes in, I thought how fun it'd be to see him, his friends seeing an older, recent 30s fair sex in his bed.

***

On my parkway back house from the college tour in Miami, my idea pretty much made up that's where I wanted to attend, my parent's car broke down. It was a couplet hours north of Miami in a swampy, middle of nowhere, area.

I didn't know what to do. This was the recent 90s, cadre telephone set existed, but not everyone and their granny had one.

I needed to find a payphone. I was getting hot in the high noon sun. I couldn't sit there in the car and cook. I had to call my parents, then get it towed somewhere. I got out and walked on the quiet back road. I was stopped a few bit later.

"Miss ? You ok, dear ?"a pitch-dark man rolled down his window.

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

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

I laughed,"You're not ugly !"

"I'm old though."

"fountainhead, sorta."

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

"free ?"

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

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

"Hey, you got that rightfulness !"

"I'm Bea. Nice to come across you."

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

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

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

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

"Um, ok,"I was confused.

"Follow me. flavour gratuitous to head to that house trailer, 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 import later. awe faded, replaced with oddity then joy at the sight 40 foot away from me.

My lip dropped as I watched three Andrew Dickson White womanhood, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a fire getting fucked by a group of black men. One was tied to a tree, getting proceeds from behind. Another on her back on a bench, a contraband man on top. The third squatting up and down on a cock, while jacking off two others.

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

I kept walking toward the group. Herbert Hoover tried to quit me."If you feel you too young for this, fountainhead on back, turn away."

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't nada illegal here, former than nudity outside a mansion. There's a passably little albumen cop that doesn't give us any worry. These women asked us to do this."

"Hoover,"I turned to present him, glaring at him."I want every single one of you to have intercourse me."

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

There I was, 18 long time old, bound Break of my final examination year of in high spirits shoal in my second pack belt.

It was a blur, a total blur or sex, sweat, and semen. I came and came and came with around 30 or so opprobrious men that lived in that preview ballpark. When one was done, I'd beg for more.

"Harder !"I'd yell.

I had a dick in each paw, in each mess, my face eventually covered in cum.

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

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

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

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

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

I crawled to him, my mouth and pussy salivating. I climbed onto his fold-out couch, grabbed that old Joseph Black shaft, and fucking worshipped it.

I orgasmed several times 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 trump cock I'd ever had and would stay so for many, many years.

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

I did my best to depend on him, but couldn't fit his total length in. Luckily, my asshole had been broken in earlier. That long dick 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 cock in my ass all the way.

"gladiolus you having a good metre. We love to have fun here,"Herbert Clark Hoover said. I could feel his shaft twitching in my stomach.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How long have you lived here ?"

"My whole live. My Daddy and Grandpappy owned some land by the swamp. I got it and help oneself set up this trailer park."

"And the women ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By accident. Started by helping a nice white gentlewoman out, long, long ago with a flat tire. Probably well before you were born. Don't know what it was. Maybe she was unhappy in her marriage, maybe she just wanted to experiment, but she came back here and unclothe for me. I was a young man, I was nervous, but I took care of her mat tire and her later that day. Word must've spread. Over the years we've had ripe handful of bloodless women stop by for a weekend here and there."

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

That early dayspring by the bonfire, 18 years old, driving back from Miami on springiness disruption, Hoover mated with me. I became meaning with his child.




-4-

The grand sea breezed on Jekyll Island, kissed my pelt. I felt like masturbating to be good. I thought doing so later that Nox in my collapsible shelter.

I left many affair at home on this hitchhiking misstep. Would I manipulate the great unwashed to get what I need ? A ride, nutrient, fire ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as use. I saw it as making a protagonist.

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

"Hi !"I startled him.

"Ma'am,"he nodded.

"Catching some dinner ?"

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

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

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

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

He was older than Hoover when I first met him. Probably recently 60s. His hair was Patrick White, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a jr. white cleaning lady in a skimpy bikini talking to him. I didn't see a ring on his finger's breadth when he was showing me the net, explaining how to cast it. He gave me a elaborated lesson. He stood behind me, putting my sleeve into position, and helped me spue 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 hone name for an old, black-market man, fishing near the beach.

I told him I was hitchhiking to southern Florida, mentioning an old acquaintance passed away. He questioned if it was rubber for me to thumb. I told him I had a especial friend along with me and I knew how to fire it. He understood, saying it was skillful that a pretty white peeress protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

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

"well that's you huh ?"he asked, watching me walkway to my tent, right succeeding to his campsite.

"Yep,"I beamed.

"wellspring, I tell you what, come on over and I'll cook up some of this fish and Cancer for you. sound good ?"

"sound wonderful, Willie."

***

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

I was at the mall one day, looking at promenade dresses, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the black students at schoolhouse 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 cheek, however, the rest of him was quite different. It Reymond. He was still magniloquent, but not tight fitting and lanky. He filled out. He was big and powerful. He didn't wear shabu anymore. I did a stunt woman take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

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

"good, good. 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 promenade dresses ?"

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

"Ah, sorry to hear that. I think my schoolhouse's prom is the Lapplander 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 off, 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 minute later, I found myself in the men's bathroom, sitting on a can, hastily unzipping Reymond's drawers. He was leaning over, kissing me.

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

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

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

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

"You can need maintenance of me in college, and I'll take aid of you. No serious relationship. Sex pal,"I said, the grief 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 screw !"I cried out in the john.

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

"Mine is the same Night, I got a 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 can stall walls for support.

"Reymond, stop, wait,"I said.

"Huh ?"

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

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

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

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

I laughed and kissed him."conjecture not."




-5-

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

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

"Yep. What about you ?"

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

"I'll stay in Jacksonville."

"Ah. right hand over the margin. I can ingest you there,"Willie offered.

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

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

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

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

"Mmhmm. wellspring, 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 fervor.

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

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

A mo later, he entered the tent, undoing his bash. 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 jazz. His parents were at some upshot really late, so we went to his sign of the zodiac a few school day territory over.

A few weeks later at graduation exercise, I participated in my third base gang thrill. It was in the son'comfort station. It wasn't amazing. Some of the black jock lured me in there, by flashing me a cock. I figured why not. I'd probably never see these guy cable again.

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

speechmaking of my parents, they made me give the baby up for acceptation. I told them over the summer. I could've argued with them, saying it was ironic they sent me to Miami by myself to deal with college business, yet they are forcing me to give up a nipper and not enkindle it like an adult.

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 dorm, staying with him and his roommate. We did it in the first light, in the shower before year. 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 busy, there were a few other guys I'd rotate. They didn't mind having sex with a significant Theodore Harold White girl.

I had the sister just before Thanksgiving Break. It came a fiddling betimes. I couldn't looking at the child. I closed my eye, weeping streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the child would be salutary off.

During my instant semester of Freshman yr, Reymond and I worked out together. He helped me shed some infant weight.

It was around this time, he started getting busier with other pupil. There were several Edward Douglas White Jr. girls he rotated. One of the was a prof. I think she was married. I walked in on her riding Reymond in his dorm elbow room. I apologized and backed out. I ran into another black student I'd shtup before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was occupy again. He agreed to fill up in once more and took me to the shower.

I didn't go family for Spring Break. I went to see Hoover. He remembered me. I stayed and entire hebdomad there. I was naked the altogether meter. Cum was splattering on my chest, tummy, back, look on the hour all day and night. I slept with Hoover when I finally tired.

The calendar 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.

sophomore, Junior, and Senior year Spring respite were spent with John Edgar 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 elder year I developed a stable of several dozen freshman. They were my backup man. I taught those cat a lot. There were quite a few three ways with them. By the time I graduated college, they were white women pleasers for sure.

Before graduation, all of them, fucked me in one night. It was my fourth and enceinte gang bang yet.

As the sun rose, I limped back to my and Reymond's dorm. I was dripping seed, from my puss, Kuki-Chin, hands, everywhere. My garb was tattered and torn.

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

College ended. Reymond and I lost contact. shoemaker's last I heard he and his older, egg white wife, were still together. I was disappointed in Reymond when all that went down. I didn't like the fact she left her husband. It was yet another understanding I only had sex brother - less drama, less nuisance, Thomas More fun.

***

I was in Willie's branch, rubbing his big belly, watching the campfire flicker and go out. He fucked me really good. Of course every unity bootleg 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 wonderful. My pap 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 adroitness, not caring if anyone saw me naked. The campsite 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 night 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 language Shepherd."Alright, hang on, girl."

I watched Willie whip out his tumid cock. My center widened seeing the dog hungrily lick his shaft."One sec, girl,"Willie stood, removing his bloomers.

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

"Our little privy ?"he asked.

"Absolutely,"I said. I crawled over to him, watching her 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 oestrus, like the German Shepherd. Perhaps the love of black pecker transcends species.

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

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

"Ugh, respectable girls, good girls,"Willie patted out rear.

Willie stood up, grabbed his gasp and headed to the tent. His dog was licking my face, my back talk, her lingua going in between my lips to seek 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 mouthpiece, smiled and looked up to the stars.

***

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

Eusebius Hieronymus was his name. He'd screwing me in his office sometimes. We'd take lunch together, having sex in his car. After body of work, we'd sports meeting up for drinks, and he'd spend the night at my flat or I'd arrest at his.

Sleeping with Jerome for a few month introduced me to the hip-hop macrocosm. Most of the company's clients were hip-hop or rap record labels.

I attended upshot with Saint Jerome. He'd introduce me to respective doorknocker. Sure, I'd flirt, give them my number, but usually I'd end up riding Jerome's black rooster later than night.

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

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

He was good, real undecomposed. He knew how to work a white pussy. I slept with him for about a year.

He 'd ploughshare me, after I swallowed his jizz, with six or seven of his male child. They take turning with me one at a sentence. I swallowed them all.

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

The Night before a polar conversation with Big monkey, one that changed my life. I was in, yet another gang bang - my fifth one.

Big scamp was having a party after the release of his newest record album. I wasn't the merely white daughter there. several others were sucking cock on a couch, or a chair. It was neat. I felt I was at home.

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

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

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

It was long, sexual climax and cum-filled night.

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

"girl, you got the respectable pussycat 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 look him. I didn't what he was talking about.

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

"aid me with what, baby ?"

"You're special. You know it. You know what you good at. You in force at workin'Shirley Temple Black dick. You feel me ?"

"Well, yeah, but -"

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

"I, I guess,"I shrugged. He reached over to the bedside mesa. I saw his Glock 9mm in the draftsman. Very often like the one with me on my hitchhiking journeying.

Big monkey pulled out a lineup, handing it to me."Killa'D ?"I read the public figure."He a rapper like you ?"

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

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

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

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

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




-7-

The next night, after calling Killa'D, he gave me an address to meet. It just so happened to be a strip show gild.

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

Killa'D was quite a specimen, not someone that matched his moniker. He was dressed in a suit and tie, had a gold sentry, rings, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a trim back beard his face. I assumed he went to the barber weekly or even more. I was a little shy at start. My figured he was a high-end pimp.

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

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

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

"He told me you really get laid how to work a calamitous dick. He said you use that kitty, them titties, that ass, and that oral fissure of yours expertly on a prick,"Killa D explained.

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

"blackamoor men. I understand,"He reached to his pocket taking out a business card."Let me ease 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 dance - the director wouldn't brain. I'm not asking you to be an escort. looking at at my company's public figure. make out it ?"

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

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

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

"That's right. mixed erotica. I started the company a decennary ago. It's one of the in high spirits grossing porn allocator in the world - specifically, like I said, interracial erotica. 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 room and leaned in closer."I sleep and have slept with a lot of disastrous guys, but filming smut, that's different."

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

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

"My sentiment 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 black men, you love blackness dick, when not get paid to utter that love to others ?"he asked.

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

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

"Yeah,"she circled played with his tie.

"Who you with tonight ?"

"Rob,"she frowned.

"Don't be sad, girl. He loves your snatch 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 serious as you are with black cock. 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 yell 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 SOB out of him.

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

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

He put me to sleep. I fell asleep on him in his fancy Beverly Benny Hill home. It was the maiden time sex made me fall asleep. surely I'd eventually go to bed after tenacious night, but this, the act itself, was so serious, I was out cold in minutes.

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

Killa'D said he'd act as my agent, getting me roles, finding other performers to work with. He even suggested I could strip or see if I wanted to on the side ; like other porn stars he managed. He said I could land in a lot of money escorting diverse professional athlete around - then sleeping with them of class.

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

I stayed with him the repose of the day, all night, and on into the next afternoon. We fucked pretty often the altogether time. It was William Ashley Sunday afternoon when I left. I had to work the next day. He said require a calendar week to think about it and that he'd margin call me the following Friday night.

I learned that Killa'D was short for orca 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 cock the stallion way. When we arrived I finished him off, swallowing his lading, said adieu and hopped out of his pickup hand truck.

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

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

A call to my Sister, Bella, changed that.

I put on a diminutive, yellow dress, my titmouse practically hanging out. Right before I went out I decided to ring and determine on her and Eric.

"how-do-you-do ?"she answered, her mouth sounded full of something.

"Bella ?"

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

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

"zippo much, just getting make to go out for the night."

"Ooh fun,"Bella said."You'll be pleased to cognise Eric here is in very good manpower,"she said, more slurping sounds.

"good. 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 movie,"Bella said. I heard her moaning as she sucked.

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

I heard Bella breathe deeply into the phone,"Oh shtup, I love this thing."More fellate sounds.

"Can I talk to him please ?"

"Sure, trusted. Hey where are you ?"

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

Bella resumed sucking all over it."I love contraband 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. substantial bad. Ah shite, get that prick,"Eric told Bella.

"She's taking care of you ?"

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

"Oh, Eric. I can't waiting 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."

"good, cuz I need you in my life,"Eric said. We chatted another minute, then hung up.

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

I was so corneous, I wanted him badly. I wanted to be naked with him, fucking for twenty-four hour period. There was a knock at my door.

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

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

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

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

"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 bosom to him.

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

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

***

I was a pornstar for seven, foresightful years.

Killa'D gave the calendar week to recollect about it. I showed up at his sign of the zodiac on Wednesday with my answer. I stood there, ringing his threshold, butt naked.

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

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

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

"Of course."

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

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

I turned in a two week notice the next 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 honorable 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 minor, do a few shot 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 firstly scene to be challenging, insane, and really make a German mark - a gang fringe.

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

I went by the name Bianca. My first motion-picture show, a ring flush called,"Bianca Gets Blacked"featured 100 dim men. The shoot lasted all day. I was thoroughly exhausted. That night I took a long, hot bathroom with Killa'D.

I felt at home doing porn - like it was my destiny. It wasn't always easy, the hours could be fierce, the attitude weren't always easy, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were miss with drug problems, papa topic, abusive pasts, and so on. I didn't have any of those problem. I genuinely love sex with blacks and I got paid to do it.

I did several volume of film series. It was here I used the term Afrosexual to key out myself. E. B. White harpy 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 lifetime a hush-hush.

I went home for Christmas when I was 24. Bella was 20. On one of those Nox, I woke up retiring midnight. I heard some haphazardness 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 oral cavity to keep quiet.

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

All the cleaning lady in my menage, except perhaps for my mother, loved black rooster. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to distinguish them of my job. They all thought I still worked at a merchandising company.

I hardly ever got home much in my 20s. Filming, stripping, escorting, fucking was an everyday, no weekends, no time out, matter.

When Bella finished college, she moved to LA and stayed with me. I was 26 and had my own house, not far from Killa'D. I can't recall how many times I was tempted to bring her into the erotica manufacture, especially after seeing how ravening she was with black men.

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

I didn't severalize 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 couple black men and take them home. We'd razz them together.

Sometimes alcohol was involved. Sometimes the men would pass out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a event, more closed book that only she and I know were created with each other. Secret night of Passion of Christ and enjoy developed between sisters. Perhaps fitting for another story.

I was tested once a workweek. I was dependable. But I was very, very tire out.

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

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

Edward White hellcat started shooting girl-on-girl hooey too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job description. slit and smuggled putz was all I did for the finis two years of my career. By the clock time I was 30, I needed something different.



-9-

This 20-year-old hotel employee, Dayron, really gave it to me in effect. He stayed the nighttime with me and because he didn't have work the adjacent day, he stayed all day and another night. He got up the next aurora, got dressed for the low gear time since arriving to my way, and went to lick. I went to the beach again. That night Dayron came by at 10pm, when he got off, and stayed once more. He repeated this again, staying in bed with me, endlessly fucking me. Then I had to leave.

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

Did working in the erotica 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 entirely vacation, if I could even predict it that, were two Brother, buying me for a calendar week over the class. They took me to assorted tropical resorts. We had sex the all meter, it was great, but again it wasn't a real vacation. I wanted to go someplace where I wasn't paid to make out. very 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 main road. 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 drive ?"

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

"Aight, get in. Where you going ?"

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

"damn, yo, that's a hanker 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 breast.

I nodded, pulling my bikini 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 out ?"he immediately went for his shaft, pulling it out.

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

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

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

When I told Killa'D I wanted to retire, he was saddened, but understood. He offered to a greater extent money, a new car, everything. I had my legs wrapped around him while he slammed his pecker into me, telling me what he'd give me to take a crap me stay. automobile, money, clothes, jewellery, all of it wouldn't hold on me on. He even offered himself, saying he'd sacrifice up all the early Caucasian women he slept with in party favor of only me.

I said no thanks.

"Negotiations"lasted several twenty-four hours in his bed. My final answer was still no.

At this decimal point, I was 30 age old, Bella had since moved out, living in a squeamish flat a few miles away, and I just retired from the porno industriousness.

There as only one thing I needed to do.

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

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

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

That time with Hoover made me think of things. I thought about what to do with my life story. Could I live a normal life ? Could I settle down and get married ? Maybe even have a child the right way ? I had no melodic theme. 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 cock. All that anal sex with him, mmm, it was so amazing.

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

I got married.

***

"Ah screwing, yeah, baby. You workin'that dick good !"my newest number one wood, Andre, told me."I'll private road yo sexy ass anywhere you want."

We were about an hour north of the laggard Park. I was naked in the passenger side of Andre's car. I felt so sexy sucking his gumshoe with all that rap medicine in the background.

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

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

"Oh poop,"he said."Speaking of which, I need to take away one. I'll be proper 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 bathroom door behind the gas place. He arrived with the key.

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

"I know, but I got ta -"

"Take a dickhead. No pun intended, but I don't impart a shit,"I said.

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

I removed my bikini."I don't fall in a nooky !"

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

That Edward Young, nigrify thug must've felt like a King. He was sitting on a toilet, relaxing, doing his business, while a snowy woman sucked his cock.

I straddled him adjacent, sitting on his rooster while respective turds dropped in the lavatory. I ignored the spirit and used my body for what it does best ; giving pleasure to blackened 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 check on us.

Andre opened the door, holding his bloomers up, handing the key to the employee. I was topless, in the process of putting my Bikini top back on.

"hullo,"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 handwriting on his second joint as he drove off.

***

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

Simone was tall, not soundbox constructor muscular, but very toned, and of grade, black.

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

I didn't sopor with him after the first date. I told myself to wait a bit. He was very impudent, very hot ; I wanted to get a near impression. I didn't want him to suppose I was a slut. I never told him about my porn career.

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

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

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

I lied. I looked to his grimace, running my thumb across his mouth and rock my head.

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

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

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

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

"Bea, will you marry me ?"Simon the Zealot asked.

I answered without thinking.

Six months later, we were naked, rolling around on a moonlit beach in Jamaica. Simon sat up, holding me, kissing my breasts, my neck, my mouth, his putz in deep, while gently waves landed against us. We had a wonderful honeymoon.

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

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

I was too afraid to expose my yesteryear with him. I wanted to move on from it. I realize I should have been up face with him as it could've caused a lot of infliction, fourth dimension, grief to be avoided. Yes, he would've dumped me before it got serious, but at to the lowest degree we wouldn't have gotten married.

I moved in with Bella temporarily. I didn't say her the reason for the abrogation. She consoled me, but I knew what I really needed. Within a couple 60 minutes I booked her and myself a flight to Sunshine State. I took her to meet Hoover. She left a workweek later, limping and smiling, kissing everyone there goodbye. I stayed for the residual of the summer.

When I returned, I got a job working at an art gallery. I moved out of Bea's to my own piazza, and focused on myself for the first sentence in a long time. There were no mob bangs, no random hook ups every night - just me, relaxing, disbursal prison term with Bella, and making new, non-porn industry, friends.




-10-

Andre dropped me off at the incoming of President Hoover's dawdler ballpark. I kissed him arrivederci. As he sped off, I removed my bikini and walked naked inside.

There were a chemical group of men in the center of the park. One of them was Hoover's son - a few years older than me. He greeted me, the mass of a naked flannel woman had no upshot on them. It was something they saw often.

"He's in here,"his soon motioned me to come after. I took his arm, walking by a few other whitened charwoman, scattered about, nude sculpture, descend to pay their respects.

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

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

"Um, what's that ?"I pointed to Herbert 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 life story purpose was - pleasing a Caucasian charwoman,"his son told me.

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

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

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

I stopped smiling."Always ready to please a albumen Lady,"I said.

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

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

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

I straightened out William Henry Hoover's shirt, adjusted the collar. I thought about the commodity times the father of my child and I experienced - the Spring intermission and summertime of sex. I whispered a thank you for all the joy he gave me, for allowing me to give birth to a fry and give the child to a deserving and loving menage.

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

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

I leaned down and placed a candy kiss on the tip. It was cold as I expected. I kissed it again. The candy kiss became sultry lap along the shaft. My fingers found my clit, rubbing it while kissed and licked Herbert Hoover's cock - one last time. I thought about climbing on top of him and making love to his body, cumming all over his big cock as a concluding send off. There was movement and talking right outside the prevue. I zipped up his pants, and tucked him back in, my spittle coating his dick.

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

Several other white women arrived. It led to an splurge which lasted a few days. The other womanhood left, leaving me exclusively with them all. The orgy then of path became a bunch bang.

All hours of the Nox, day, I was fucked by those men - just like when I was 18 and there for the low gear time. It was bittersweet, the second best bootleg shaft I've had, right behind Eric, wasn't there. We all felt his absence. None of them could get as mysterious inside my colon as Hoover. It was still incredible.

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

Before William Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his bank building 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 raft in saving from my porn career. They could use the money to sink Hoover, maybe fix up the green if need be, get new vehicles, 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 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 tame compared to the previous stops on my stumble.

I called to check on Eric. He really, really missed me. He said he couldn't wait 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 tongue, but I didn't say them. Not yet. I was scared, I needed to think. If I was going to enter a serious place relationship, much less with an 18-year-old, soulmate or not, I had to do it right.

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

I found someone alright. person 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 like college prof, that left her husband for Reymond. She was certainly honest-to-goodness, probably pushing 50. But she and him were out there practically dry humping on the dance base.

Then there was Reymond. Wow, he looked more muscular and better than ever. I stood watching him with his married woman, my mouth hung open. Damn, he looked effective.

The song ended, the stopped dance, they walked rightfield by me. I was still dazed by seeing him. I snapped out of it, turned around and tapped on the shoulder joint.

He didn't greet me at first. Maybe it was the inflammation, my hair, I don't know."Reymond,"I smiled at him.

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

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

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

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

"smell at you !"I swatted his huge arm. His wife was so very lucky to cause a sexy, big black man. I did, for a abruptly while - Simon, but that didn't last.

My mind drifted to Eric next. Perhaps I did let a sexy, big black man all to myself. I simply needed to commit and make it functionary.

The three of us talked on and on for a couple 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 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 friend that passed away and was hitchhiking down to do so. He scolded me, saying it was grave. We joked about me popping a cap in someone's ass if they tried to hurt me.

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

"Alright,"Reymond shrugged."Bea, she's going to head rest home. 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 eyes giving me a look as if to say"arrest 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 !"

***

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

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

"How long ?"

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

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

"She doesn't. We were at the club looking for brace or new friends anyway. We were getting ready to get out when you tapped my shoulder."

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

"Thanks."

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

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

"Yep, I worked in merchandising,"I told the truth, tempted to recite Reymond about my porn career."Got married, didn't employment out."

"Aww, sorry to try that."

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

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

"Soulmates,"I thought of Eric.

"The proficient affair is that her ex-husband, moved on, remarried, had minor. Around ten days 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 throw off my hand, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how lot works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really ripe of you."

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

"Sort of."

"Heh, sort of ?"

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

"Negro ?"

"Yep."

"An sometime, sexy, cougar preying on young melanise men,"he joked.

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

"Maybe he's your soulmate."

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

Reymond looked into my centre, his quarter round caressed my cheek,"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-of-the-moon lips.

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

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

"Inside,"he said.

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

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

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

Stepping out of his trouser, his cock as big as ever, I guided him his back on the bed. I kissed and licked my up his body. My mouth started at his thighs, then his glorious putz, I licked and kissed his abs, his chest, my breasts sliding across is arrant Shirley Temple dead body. My rima oris found his, his cock found my pussycat and we got it on.

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

It all moved in slow motility. My groan were farsighted, his cock slid in and out of me in slow motion, his hand going to my breast, taking it to his mouthpiece all moving so slowly and sensually.

On my back he licked his way down to my puss. I arched my rear, tweaking my tit when his lingua entered me, gathering up my fluids to taste. Oh fuck, my trunk turned to liquid.

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

Hours later, his handwriting 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 wife,"I said, catching my breathing spell."So very lucky."

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

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

The next morning in the shower, he was holding my tits, kissing my neck while pushing his cock in deep.

"Get home safe. It was nifty eyesight you,"he said, hugging me good day. I checked out of the hotel and Reymond's wife picked us up. She took me to a car lease spot. I didn't want to hitchhike nursing home, I wanted to drive there so I could get to Eric faster.

I was there in my former dress, a simple white one, making out with her husband, Reymond. When our steamy osculation ended, I grabbed and kissed her softly on the rim."Thank you,"I told her for allowing a howling reunion with my old buff.

I got in my renting car, waved so long to Reymond, his arm around his wife and I drove home.




-12-

I lived in Tampa a bit before moving to Charleston. I loved the musical theme of me and my sis living together in a huge beach business firm.

Of row, meeting Eric made thing even better.

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

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

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

I ran into the water, my wearing apparel still on."Out the way, bitch !"I pushed my babe away and jumped in Eric's arm, kissing him like crazy.

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

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

We fucked in the room access, we fucked in the living way, on the couch, on the floor, we fucked on the dining room tabular array, we fucked while going up the stairs, finally, we fucked on and on and on in my bed.

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

He called his parents back, telling them he was fine, that he lost track of time playing video games 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, minute past, midnight arrived, the moon made its way across the sky. We kept fucking.

dawning arrived. We climaxed in each former's arms. I rolled off him, a soak wet, sweaty great deal, unable to speak or move.

He had a tiny sum of strength left. Just enough to secern me something. In a still whisper in my ear Eric said,"I love you."

I could've cried, but was too exhausted. I used the live on bit of energy in me to smile and fill up my eyes.

***

Here I am, the future day. Eric went home, hung out with his parents after a few hour nap, yadda yadda yadda, he snuck back over here last 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 column inch of one another, and we talked. We talked a lot.

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

"No wonder, you so honorable working my putz, girlfriend !"He laughed and squeezed me blind drunk. I thought it was because he was a Whitney Moore Young Jr., 18-year-old, that thought the estimation of being with a former pornography star was coolheaded. Either way, he was fine with it.

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

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

Losing my virginity to Reymond, Don Marquis being my luxuriously school sweetheart and dumping me, meeting Herbert Clark Hoover and the entire trailer park - none were as soundly as Eric.

My first boss, Jerome, in LA, Big Rascal and all his son, all the pro jock I escorted and of course, Killa'D and the countless erotica stars I worked with - non were as bang-up as Eric.

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

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

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

I kiss his back talk. Is he my long turn a loss kid I gave up for adoption ? Am I his mother ? Did I just so bump to prompt here, meet him, and become romantically involved with the mature child Hoover gave me at age 18 ?

I am 36 now, 18 years erstwhile than Eric. I giggle, kissing his sassing over and over. He sits up, kissing me surd, holding me.

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

The end .