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I could watch the sunrise from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my chamber, let the cool down morning air hug my naked trunk, and lookout man sun rising over the Atlantic Ocean. But instead of watching that beautiful sight from my new beach-front household, I 'm watching an exhausted smutty man sopor in my bed. If I smoked butt, I 'd definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful great deal in his own right wing. He 's marvelous, muscular, brown, nearly shaven haircloth on his head teacher, a trimmed landscape of hairsbreadth around his hammer. I eye his humanity while he sleeps, I could stare at his blackened dick all day. But doing so would only push back me mad with lust and desire for it.

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

We spoke the next time I saw him. He was very shy, but friendly. I could severalise he wanted our conversation to go forward on, but he had no melodic theme how to attain that chance. I wondered if he ever spoke to a woman out and about like that. Ultimately, I did n't give care. His gorgeous black body, my preference in a man, was all I saw. We exchanged names, then on a whimsey, before we left the gym for the day, I gave him my number. Eric looked like he did n't love what to do with it ! I could n't help but laughter at this shy, huge, opprobrious man feeling awkward after a blanched woman gave him her issue.

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

It was beautiful. Whispering in his ear to relax as I straddled my naked organic structure on his. Kissing his midst, full-of-the-moon lips slowly before sliding his monumental cock inside me. Cumming on him almost instantly, while he tenderly held me.

After I climaxed for the very first base time on him, we kissed again. There was something magical about this guy, this high up school student. I could n't put my finger's breadth on it, but suffice to say we had sex as a good deal 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 schooling 's parking lot, before category. And now death night ; he told his parents he was staying at a schoolmate 's household, lying so he could spend the dark with me.

We went on and on and on. This car, this 18-year-old black kid, made dear to me like he 's known me forever. It was so beautiful. It 's like we fit perfectly - his cock in my pussycat, my trunk in his arms.

His rooster twitched. I wonder what he 's dreaming about ? I smile and step outside to the balcony, the cool break of day 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 emanation, running my hired hand through my dotty, red hairsbreadth. I chuckle, thinking about all the smuggled men I 've been with, none have been like Eric.

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

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

I needed to get away, to recall about things. Since I love traveling, I decided to take a road tripper. I 've taken many in my sprightliness, but this would be to remember about giving my life to this Edward Young black man. That 's Thomas More than just my breasts, my pussycat, my eubstance, but my animation. I had to think about seriously committing to soul, and in my tardily 30s, maybe even married couple. Would it be with Eric ? Would he go to college ? Would he ease up up everything for me ? Would I let this sodding feeling toward a perfect black man go ?

There was so much to opine about. A two-week route trip would help.

Another factor pushing me to travel was a dying of another black man. He was my favorite. Old Man Hoover, I called him. Not that death is ever convenient, besides for individual in incessant excruciation, but traveling to that southerly Florida dawdler park to pay my deference to his family gave me a specific destination.



-1-

I have secret. 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 recount everything to.

I pulled my Glock 17 9mm pistol out of my top lot. Put a snip in and turned off the condom."I'm ready,"I told my Sister Bella.

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

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

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"well, non-sexual, funny business."

I put the gun in my purse and lease blood of everything."Ok, Bikini, money, earpiece, makeup, a duet of dresses, my gun, purse, and Eric's ballock are empty. I think I'm salutary to go."

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

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to crap sure Eric was taken attention of while I was gone. I wondered if the fact I needed Eric to be properly serviced throughout the day, was a signboard I truly loved him, trusting my babe to be a fill-in, or if I really loved blacken stopcock. I think it's a bit of both.

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

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

I went over to Eric to kiss him goodbye. A simpleton kiss on the lips escalates into more. Our clapper get involved, our mouths close on top of one another's, his hands groped my chest of drawers. I want to cast this dress off and know his brainiac out.
"Mmm, yeah, there we go,"Bella watched us take in out.

"She'll take care of you, cosset,"I ended the osculation, wiping my mouth, adjusting my frock.

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

"I'll missy you too. See you two in a mates weeks,"I sighed and left. They waved au revoir when I looked over my berm, Bella running her paw over Eric's naked perfection.

***

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

I'm an Afrosexual. I define it as only being sexually attracted to those of African descent ; black men being number one. I like women 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 minutes when a truck driver picked me up.

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

"You need a lift ?"

"Please."

"Get on up in here,"he motioned.

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

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

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

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

As soon as I started becoming sexually attracted to citizenry, it was melanise guy cable that I'd face at. When I daydreamed of my wedding, the ostler was smuggled. When I thought about going to the promenade, my engagement was black. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was mordant. Every sexual thought or illusion with a male, he was black.

At the mall with friend, they'd giggle if cute son would walk by us. I only did if the boys were pitch-dark. Going back further, in midriff schooltime, I had"fellow"of form, aught real, he was total darkness. We'd part lunch, we even held men. I thought it was incredible. The others picked on me, I didn't understand why at the clock time. I'd learn why as I got older.

In gamey schooltime, I got my actual first boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him. His name was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in schoolhouse. When I was picked on by my friends, I thought at first off it was because of that. He was tall, gangling, drinking glass, but excelled at math, helping me out immensely. Sure there were jocks that were much red-hot, but Reymond was sweet.

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

He moved away with his crime syndicate in the summer. Our last night together was a marathon 69 academic session, followed by hours of sex on my chamber flooring. I didn't want my parents to hear the bed banging against the bulwark. Just before daybreak, I snuck him out, and said goodbye. It'd be a few eld before I saw him again.




-2-

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

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

"Heh, I love chocolate,"I answered, his center widening, his sassing dropping when I pulled my attire off over my head. I sat there smiling at him.

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

"I do."

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

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

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

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

"postponement, I want you to cum though."

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

A couple minutes later, he filled my mouth. I swallowed several declamatory gulps of cum.

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

***

shoal started up again soon and with it, my 2d swain. He was a year sure-enough than me, a football game 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 secret plan, practices, the mall, everywhere. I was the only white fille at his home part. I was his girl and he kept me in incessant orgasmic walking on air.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his sign of the zodiac for sex. When school started back up, he'd pick up each morning I'd suck his cock in his car until it was time to go to class. I accompanied him to two prom. Each one ending in an all-night roll in the hay fest. We'd axial rotation around, telling each early how a lot we loved one another, then climax together.

When he dumped me, my core felt like it shriveled up and blew away like pulverisation in the confidential information. I was beyond crushed. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be single.

When I started my senior yr of high school, I discovered I had no friend ; no white ones at least. The T. H. White girlfriend looked at me with disgust, the white Guy ignored me. The black young woman were almost absolute aggressive with me. I learned a lot my first brace weeks back at school day.

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

Stereotypes are based in reality. Was I a stereotype ? A stereotyped ashen wish-wash, slut that sleeps around with all the bootleg Guy ? I didn't tactile property like that. Yes, I was only attracted to lightlessness, but only had sex with two by that full point. Both were my fellow ; the second gear I was madly in love with.

At this point I got tempestuous. I was miserable, heartbroken, masses 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 bring the part.

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

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

By the end of the number one semester, I finished having sex with the basketball game team - all the melanize ones of grade. I never once let myself feel love for any of them. I didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want another Marguis to happen. 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 lone goal.

spring geological fault arrived, I was exhausted. However, I was busy. I was driving down to Miami to check out the University there. It was for a enlistment to see if I'd be interested in going.

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

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

On the way back home, the future day, was when I met the man who recently died. He's a man that had the best calamitous stopcock I've ever had.




-3-

"Alright, here you go,"the driver pulled to a stop, letting me out. I put my apparel 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 figure.

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

I rented a small collapsible shelter from the site's general store and headed on. The bank clerk gave me a funny feel. I get those a lot. I guess he wondered what I was doing there all by myself, in a middling sundress, with only a purse. I smiled and waved bye to him.

I set up bivouac near the back of the camping site, succeeding to someone else. They weren't there, but I could see smoke billowing up from their firing.

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 couple minute, standing by the tree, walking along the water, exploring really. There were muddy Creek that flowed into the sea. I looked around, watching birds scoop down and get fish. I felt at peace.

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

***

On my drive back dwelling house from the college go in Miami, my mind pretty much made up that's where I wanted to attend, my parent's car broke down. It was a copulate 60 minutes north of Miami in a swampy, middle of nowhere, area.

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

I needed to receive a payphone. I was getting hot in the midday 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 quiet back route. I was stopped a few minutes later.

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

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

The older bootleg 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 help get that car towed and fixed for free."

"free ?"

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

"Hoover ? Like the vacuity sporting ?"I joked.

"Hey, you got that right !"

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

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

He leaned in last, 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 brush aside it and direct on into the trailer there and wait for your car, or you can join in on the fun. It's up to you, Miss."

"Um, ok,"I was confused.

"Follow me. Feel free to head to that 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 here and now later. Fear faded, replaced with peculiarity then joy at the flock 40 understructure away from me.

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

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

I kept walking toward the mathematical group. Hoover tried to block off me."If you feel you too Danton True Young for this, head on backrest, turn away."

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't nothing illegal here, former than nudity outside a mansion. There's a pretty slight clean cop that doesn't give us any trouble. These women asked us to do this."

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

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

There I was, 18 year old, Spring Break of my last year of high school in my secondment gang bang.

It was a fuzz, a number blur or sex, travail, and ejaculate. I came and came and came with around 30 or so blackened men that lived in that trailer parking lot. When one was done, I'd beg for more.

"Harder !"I'd yell.

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

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

They tied me to a Tree. The whisk me with smash. Later they penetrated me anally.

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

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

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

I crawled to him, my oral fissure and pussy salivating. I climbed onto his fold-out lounge, grabbed that old pitch-dark gumshoe, and fucking worshipped it.

I orgasmed several fourth dimension 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 shaft I'd ever had and would remain so for many, many years.

Hoover grabbed my teat 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 better to devolve on him, but couldn't fit his entire length in. Luckily, my asshole had been broken in earlier. That long prick slid correct in all the way. I felt like he was in my belly. I watched him rub my white meat and tum while I sat on him, his cock in my ass all the way.

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

"I want to come back. I want to chit-chat again. I'm going to the University of Miami this autumn. I want to inflict you."

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

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

We had anal sex for another hour or so, Herbert Hoover filling my belly with cum. I fell asleep in his implements of war.

A few minute 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 hand, walking with him to the bonfire.

It was only he and I out. He stoked the flames, piling Thomas More wood. We sat there holding manpower, naked, warmed by the fire.

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

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

"How long have you lived here ?"

"My unharmed live. My Daddy and Grandpappy owned some body politic by the swampland. I got it and avail set up this trailer park."

"And the fair sex ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By fortuity. Started by helping a prissy white dame out, long, long ago with a compressed tire. Probably well before you were born. Don't know what it was. Maybe she was dysphoric in her married couple, maybe she just wanted to try out, but she came back here and ungarmented for me. I was a young man, I was uneasy, but I took care of her flat tire and her later that day. Word must've ranch. Over the yr we've had good fistful of Edward White women arrest by for a weekend here and there."

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

That early morning by the balefire, 18 years old, driving back from Miami on Spring happy chance, Hoover mated with me. I became pregnant with his child.




-4-

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

I left many things at home on this hitchhiking slip. Would I falsify people to get what I need ? A ride, intellectual nourishment, fervency ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as manipulation. I saw it as making a acquaintance.

I was alone on the beach. I felt like going nude, but decided against it. Mainly because I saw person and his dog in the length. As I walked closer, I saw a Negro man sportfishing in a creek. He pulled out a net with Cancer 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 rattling proficient too,"he said. His dog walked over to me, sniffing me.

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

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

"fountainhead, come 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 elderly than Hoover when I first met him. Probably former 60s. His hair was white, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a younger Andrew D. White cleaning lady in a skimpy two-piece talking to him. I didn't see a ring on his finger when he was showing me the net, explaining how to cast it. He gave me a detailed example. He stood behind me, putting my arms into perspective, and helped me drift 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 public figure for an old, pitch-black man, fishing near the beach.

I told him I was hitchhiking to southerly Florida, mentioning an old protagonist passed away. He questioned if it was safe for me to hitchhike. I told him I had a exceptional friend along with me and I knew how to force out it. He understood, saying it was skilful that a jolly White lady protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

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

"Well that's you huh ?"he asked, watching me manner of walking to my tent, right next to his campground.

"Yep,"I beamed.

"fountainhead, I tell you what, come on over and I'll cook up some of this Pisces the Fishes and crabby person for you. sound good ?"

"strait wonderful, Willie."

***

I had a closed book, I was knocked up. I remember being scared to tell apart anyone.

I was at the shopping centre one day, looking at promenade garb, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the blacken students at school used me for sex. But for some rationality, 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 joint. I turned around to see a companion case, however, the ease of him was quite unlike. It Reymond. He was still marvelous, but not skinny and lanky. He filled out. He was big and sinewy. He didn't habiliment glasses anymore. I did a double take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

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

"Good, just. 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 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 nerveless, Bea. Now we'll know someone on campus."

"Yes !"

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

A few minutes later, I found myself in the men's bath, sitting on a toilet, hastily unzipping Reymond's shorts. He was leaning over, kissing me.

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

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

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

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

"You can call for care of me in college, and I'll take caution of you. No grave relationship. Sex buddies,"I said, the grief marquess caused still prick a bit.

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

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

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

"Mine is the same Nox, I got a escort. But for you, for this pussycat, I'd cancel on her,"He said.

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

"Reymond, layover, wait,"I said.

"Huh ?"

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

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

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

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

I laughed and kissed him."hypothesis not."




-5-

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

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

"Yep. What about you ?"

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

"I'll occlusion in Jacksonville."

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

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

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

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

"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 fervency.

I stood up, removed my bikini top, then my bottoms. 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 head when I walked by.

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

***

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

A few hebdomad later at graduation, I participated in my third base gang blast. It was in the boys'restroom. It wasn't amazing. Some of the bootleg supporter lured me in there, by flashing me a cock. I figured why not. I'd probably never see these guy wire again.

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

Speaking of my parents, they made me consecrate the sister up for borrowing. I told them over the summertime. I could've argued with them, saying it was wry they sent me to Miami by myself to deal with college stage business, yet they are forcing me to give up a child and not elicit it like an grownup.

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

At college Reymond and I had sex three times a day. I abandoned my student residence, staying with him and his roomy. We did it in the morning, in the shower before socio-economic class. We met up during the afternoon for sex. Then at night, we did it after studying, until we were tired.

His roommate, a nice Elwyn Brooks White guy, must've been covetous. He always blushed around me.

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

I had the baby just before Thanksgiving geological fault. It came a trivial early. I couldn't spirit at the child. I closed my eyes, tears streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the baby would be amend off.

During my moment semester of fresher class, Reymond and I worked out together. He helped me slough some sister weight.

It was around this metre, he started getting busier with other scholarly person. There were several flannel girls he rotated. One of the was a professor. I think she was married. I walked in on her riding Reymond in his dorm room. I apologized and backed out. I ran into another black educatee I'd fuck before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was officious again. He agreed to fill in once more and took me to the shower.

I didn't go home for bounce Break. I went to see William Henry Hoover. He remembered me. I stayed and entire hebdomad there. I was naked the whole time. Cum was splattering on my pectus, tum, back, human face on the hour all day and dark. I slept with Herbert Hoover when I finally tired.

The week ended, I went back to college. I was in Reymond's shower, washing off the dry 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 class saltation jailbreak were spent with Hoover inside me.

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

In my senior year I developed a static of several dozen newbie. They were my backup. I taught those hombre a lot. There were quite a few three direction with them. By the metre I graduated college, they were clean women pleasers for sure.

Before graduation, all of them, fucked me in one night. It was my 4th and largest pack bang yet.

As the sun rose, I limped back to my and Reymond's dorm. I was dripping seminal fluid, from my pussycat, 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 exhibitor curtain.

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

***

I was in Willie's arms, rubbing his big belly, watching the campfire flicker and go out. He fucked me really good. Of course of instruction every single Black person man I've been with has. I kissed his impertinence, Willie snoring lightly. I put on my sandals and walked around outside defenseless.

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

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

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



-6-

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

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

"You gon na get in more fuss 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 cock. My eyes widened seeing the dog hungrily lick his rotating shaft."One sec, girl,"Willie stood, removing his pants.

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

"Our little secret ?"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, lady friend,"he spanked my ass.

I became an brute, a dog in heat, like the German Shepherd. Perhaps the love of black turncock transcends specie.

I licked him just like she did, my tongue overlapping 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, good girls, in effect lady friend,"Willie patted out backs.

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

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

***

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

Jerome was his public figure. He'd fuck me in his office sometimes. We'd take lunch together, having sex in his car. After body of work, we'd meet up for drinking, and he'd spend the night at my flat or I'd halt at his.

Sleeping with St. Jerome for a few month introduced me to the rap world. Most of the company's node were hip-hop or rap record recording label.

I attended events with Jerome. He'd bring in me to several knocker. Sure, I'd flirt, throw them my number, but usually I'd end up riding Jerome's black cock later than night.

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

I met up with the doorknocker a duet nights later for drinks. We talked, I went back to his place, and we fucked.

He was well, tangible unspoiled. He knew how to work a white puss. I slept with him for about a year.

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

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

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

Big knave was having a party after the handout of his young album. I wasn't the only Patrick White girl there. Several others were sucking cock on a couch, or a chair. It was not bad. I felt I was at home.

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

When he nutted on my look, he slapped my ass, and told me to go rain 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 12 party guests. I smiled and dropped the towel.

It was long, orgasm and cum-filled Nox.

The adjacent eventide, I was on top of Big imp in his huge bed. He was rubbing his handwriting all over my titty. We were chatting a bit.

"Girl, you got the best kitty 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 exceptional. You know it. You know what you good at. You good at workin'black dick. You feel me ?"

"well, yeah, but -"

"This guy can avail you touch your maximum potential. I want you to talk to him. I want you to hear him out. I want you to stay fresh an undecided mind. You feel me ?"he asked yet again.

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

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

"Not a rapper. He's in a dissimilar manufacture - one that you'd be perfect for. I want you to foretell him. I already told him about you. I told him how dear you take black dick. How good you work it. cry him, and don't be afraid. His gens says ‘ Killa'but he wouldn't hurt a fly. You feel me ?"

I got off Big imp, his peter slurping out of my cunt. I stood at his window overlooking the LA visible horizon. It was beautiful out there. I miss living there. I wondered what Killa'D was all about. I figured he ran a slip social club, or an escort service. I shrugged and figured I'd give him a call at least.

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

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

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




-7-

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

"Great,"I thought."Maybe I could leach 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 atomic number 79 spotter, rings, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a bring down beard his face. I assumed he went to the barber hebdomadal or even to a greater extent. I was a little shy at for the first time. My figured he was a high-end pimp.

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

"My friend, Big imp, told me about you. He and I go back a longsighted meter. Back when we were in the toughie, working to get out. I trust him very much."

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

"He told me you really know how to lick a smuggled gumshoe. He said you use that pussy, them bosom, that ass, and that mouth of yours expertly on a pecker,"Killa D explained.

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

"Black men. I understand,"He reached to his air hole taking out a business plug-in."Let me allay your judgment a bit. I'm not a pandar. 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 nous. I'm not asking you to be an escort. Look at my ship's company's name. tell apart it ?"

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

"It's an mixed adult output company,"he answered."Big rapscallion said you'd be a perfect fit."

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

"That's right. Interracial porn. I started the company a decade ago. It's one of the highest grossing porn distributors in the world - specifically, like I said, interracial porn. 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 blackened guys, but filming porno, that's different."

"I understand. That's why it's a lot to consider. You'd have to think of a leg figure. You'd have to get tested regularly - which my party enforces and pays for. Then of form, there's the secluded. You probably couldn't assure your kin, your friends and neighbor. There's stereotypes that go along with it."

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

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

I nodded, looking to his card.

"Now then, you love inkiness men, you love inglorious hawkshaw, when not get paid to express that erotic love to others ?"he asked.

I bit my bottom lip. A peeler around my age came over to say hello to Killa D.

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

"Yeah,"she circled played with his tie.

"Who you with tonight ?"

"Rob,"she frowned.

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

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

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

"Can I at least think about it ?"

"Please do."

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

He smiled at me and extended his hand.

***

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

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

"My boy was correct,"Killa'D put his arm around me, rubbing my sweaty back."perfect for nigrify men."

He put me to log Z's. I fell asleep on him in his fancy Beverly J. J. Hill household. It was the offset metre sex made me fall asleep. Sure I'd eventually go to bed after prospicient Nox, but this, the act itself, was so good, 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 program for me. I didn't bring a bathing suit, so I was naked.

Killa'D said he'd act as my federal agent, getting me roles, finding other performers to put to work with. He even suggested I could strip or see if I wanted to on the English ; like former pornography stars he managed. He said I could bring in in a lot of money escorting various professional athletes around - then sleeping with them of course.

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

I stayed with him the rest of the day, all night, and on into the succeeding afternoon. We fucked pretty often the wholly time. It was Sunday good afternoon when I left. I had to work the succeeding day. He said pick out a workweek to recollect about it and that he'd call me the following Friday nighttime.

I learned that Killa'D was short for grampus 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 overnice five-day beach sojourn before me.

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

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

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

A birdsong to my sister, Bella, changed that.

I put on a tiny, lily-livered dress, my breast practically hanging out. justly before I went out I decided to anticipate and chequer on her and Eric.

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

"Bella ?"

I heard a popping audio, 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 bonk Eric here is in very adept hands,"she said, more slurping sounds.

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

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

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

I heard Bella breathe deeply into the headphone,"Oh fuck, I love this thing."More wet-nurse sounds.

"Can I talk to him delight ?"

"Sure, for certain. Hey where are you ?"

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

Bella resumed sucking all over it."I love pitch-dark prick,"I heard her say as the sound traveled to Eric.

"Bea,"he answered.

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

"I miss you too. Real bad. Ah bastard, 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 in effect as her twat is - I need yours, I need you,"Eric told me.

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

"Good, cuz I need you in my aliveness,"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 confide to.

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

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

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

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

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

"Um, 10pm."

"An hr. Ok. Totally say no if you want, but when you get off work can you come by ?"

"What for ?"he asked.

I pulled my yellowish attire apart, revealing my breast to him.

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

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

***

I was a pornstar for seven, foresightful year.

Killa'D gave the calendar week to mean about it. I showed up at his firm on Wednesday with my reply. I stood there, ringing his door, tooshie naked.

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

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

"will you look out for me, will you assume caution of me ?"I asked.

"Of course."

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

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

I turned in a two hebdomad notice the adjacent day. Jerome bent me over his desk and fucked me one last clip. He told me I didn't have to come back and that sex was all I was well for anyway. I agreed with him 100 %.

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

I told him I want my low gear fit to be ambitious, insane, and really pretend a Deutsche Mark - a gang boot.

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

I went by the public figure Bianca. My first film, a gang charge called,"Bianca Gets Blacked"featured 100 black men. The shoot lasted all day. I was thoroughly exhausted. That night I took a recollective, 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 harsh, the positions weren't always comfortable, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were female child with drug trouble, daddy result, abusive past, 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 loudness of film series. It was here I used the term Afrosexual to distinguish myself. White Vixens marketed me as such too.

Every day, all day, was sex on pic. At night it was sex with Killa'D and various unlike Male performer I befriended.

I striped and escorted too. I was making tons of money. I also kept this life sentence a cloak-and-dagger.

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

I saw Bella being double-teamed by two dim men in the kitchen. She was covering her mouth to keep tranquil.

My onetime sister married a black man. She gained a stepson. He and I had sex on social function.

All the cleaning woman in my class, except perhaps for my female parent, loved dim pecker. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to secern 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 mundane, no weekends, no breaks, affair.

When Bella finished college, she moved to LA and stayed with me. I was 26 and had my own sign, not far from Killa'D. I can't withdraw how many prison term I was tempted to bring her into the porn industriousness, especially after seeing how ravenous she was with shameful men.

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

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

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

Sometimes alcohol was involved. Sometimes the men would fall out out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a final result, to a greater extent closed book that only she and I know were created with each other. Secret nights of mania and love developed between sisters. Perhaps fitting for another narrative.

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

On my 28 natal day, I worked a knight bachelor party. I stripped, danced, and flirted with the black men there. It led to a humble mob hit of 10.

I got home the next morning and passed out. Bella was asleep in her bed with a contraband she met somewhere. I wanted to kip for twenty-four hours but couldn't. I have to be at the studio soon.

albumen vixen started shooting girl-on-girl stuff too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job description. cunt and black cock was all I did for the go two years of my vocation. By the time I was 30, I needed something different.



-9-

This 20-year-old hotel employee, Dayron, really gave it to me in force. He stayed the night with me and because he didn't have work the side by side day, he stayed all day and another night. He got up the side by side morning, got dressed for the low gear time since arriving to my room, and went to forge. I went to the beach again. That dark 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 industriousness combust 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 vacation, if I could even bid it that, were two brothers, buying me for a calendar week over the years. They took me to various tropical resorts. We had sex the unanimous time, it was great, but again it wasn't a real vacation. I wanted to go someplace where I wasn't paid to lie with. Much like this hitchhiking tripper. If I have sex along the way, capital, but I'm not working.

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

I turned around and waved. A younger contraband 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 ?"

"Confederacy. Couple hour north of Miami,"I told him.

"Damn, yo, that's a longsighted way. red cent. You paying ?"

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

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

I nodded, pulling my bikini top aside.

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

I forgot about my gun, and got in.

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

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

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

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

It took me back to all the parties Killa'D would throw. I'd be fucking him and all his boys. Even Big Rascal and his posse showed up. I'd be bouncing on his dick, while his belated 1 was blasting through the speakers.

Those were fun times during my porn calling, but it was constant. There was no interruption, no abatement, constant work.

When I told Killa'D I wanted to retire, he was saddened, but understood. He offered more money, a new car, everything. I had my branch wrapped around him while he slammed his putz into me, telling me what he'd give me to make me stay. machine, money, apparel, jewelry, all of it wouldn't hold open me on. He even offered himself, saying he'd return up all the other White River women he slept with in party favor of only me.

I said no thanks.

"Negotiations"lasted respective days in his bed. My final solvent was still no.

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

There as only one matter I needed to do.

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

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

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

That time with J. Edgar Hoover made me think of things. I thought about what to do with my animation. Could I live a normal biography ? Could I settle down and get married ? Maybe even have a small fry the correctly way ? I had no mind. 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 Costa Rican colon was stretched out inside me thanks to J. Edgar Hoover's long cock. All that anal retentive sex with him, mmm, it was so get.

I had choice to make. I decided to do something that was selfish, frightful, and very poorly thought out.

I got married.

***

"Ah fuck, yeah, babe. You workin'that putz good !"my newest number one wood, Andre, told me."I'll drive yo sexy ass anywhere you want."

We were about an 60 minutes north of the prevue park. I was naked in the passenger incline of Andre's car. I felt so sexy sucking his dick with all that rap medicine in the ground.

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

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

"Oh shit,"he said."Speaking of which, I need to conduct 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 can 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 give a red cent,"I said.

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

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

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

That young, pitch-dark toughie must've felt like a king. He was sitting on a toilet, relaxing, doing his business, while a Andrew D. White woman sucked his cock.

I straddled him succeeding, sitting on his cock while several poop dropped in the toilette. I ignored the smell and used my eubstance for what it does best ; giving pleasure to black men.

He sucked my boob 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 pant up, handing the key to the employee. I was topless, in the summons of putting my bikini top back on.

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

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

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

***

I met Herbert A. Simon at the gym. I was new there. After returning to LA from my summer with J. Edgar Hoover, I changed a lot of things, bare matter. New gym, new champion, and very soon after meeting Paul Simon, new home.

Simone was tall, not dead body builder muscular, but very intone, and of course, black.

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

I didn't sleep with him after the first day of the month. I told myself to wait a bit. He was very hurt, very hot ; I wanted to pretend a good impression. I didn't want him to think I was a hussy. I never told him about my smut life history.

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

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

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

I lied. I looked to his side, running my thumb across his lip and shake off my head.

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

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

It was hot and gruelling for several month. It moved incredibly fast. Paul Simon seemed ok with this, letting me locomote in with him after only three months of dating.

At the six-month print, he finished eating out my pussy and climbed on top of me, sliding his cock where his tongue was.

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

I answered without thinking.

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

One calendar month later, he filled for annulment 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 liar, a whore. I sat on the bed, cry, agreeing with him.

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

I moved in with Bella temporarily. I didn't tell her the reason for the annulment. She consoled me, but I knew what I really needed. Within a duad time of day I booked her and myself a flight to Florida. I took her to get together Herbert Hoover. She left a hebdomad later, limping and smiling, kissing everyone there goodbye. I stayed for the rest of the summer.

When I returned, I got a job working at an art gallery. I moved out of Bea's to my own space, and focused on myself for the first base metre in a long fourth dimension. There were no gang flush, no random hook ups every night - just me, relaxing, spending fourth dimension with Bella, and making new, non-porn industry, admirer.




-10-

Andre dropped me off at the entrance of President Hoover's house trailer common. I kissed him goodbye. As he sped off, I removed my Bikini and walked defenseless inside.

There were a radical of men in the center of the parkland. One of them was William Hoover's son - a few years older than me. He greeted me, the view of a naked white charwoman had no consequence on them. It was something they saw often.

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

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

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

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

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

Hoover's hard-on was bulging out his morass, laying against his tummy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I straightened out Hoover's shirt, adjusted the collar. I thought about the good times the forefather of my nipper and I experienced - the bounce happy chance and summers of sex. I whispered a thank you for all the joy he gave me, for allowing me to fall in nascence to a child and render the child to a deserving and loving kinsfolk.

I moaned when my hand met his erecting. It was hard as a rock 'n' roll. I wanted to say good day to not just Hoover, but the official document of so much pleasure.

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

I leaned down and placed a osculation on the tip. It was cold as I expected. I kissed it again. The osculation became sensual punch along the shaft. My finger found my clit, rubbing it while kissed and licked Hoover's dick - one utmost sentence. I thought about climbing on top of him and making love to his consistence, cumming all over his big cock as a final send off. There was movement and talking right outside the trailer. I zipped up his knickers, and tucked him back in, my saliva coating his dick.

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

Several other blanched women arrived. It led to an orgy which lasted a few Day. The former charwoman left, leaving me alone with them all. The orgy then of course became a gang belt.

All hours of the night, day, I was fucked by those men - just like when I was 18 and there for the showtime sentence. It was deadly nightshade, the second best inkiness hammer I've had, right behind Eric, wasn't there. We all felt his absence. None of them could get as deep inside my colon as Herbert Clark Hoover. It was still incredible.

A few twenty-four hours later, I put on my bikini. Hoover's son offered to use up me to Miami. I'd stay there, relax, visit Quaker, then gear up to direct house to Eric. There we would talk about everything.

Before Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his bank chronicle. In the bank parking lot, in his car, he thanked me with his cock. I didn't know if it was enough, but I had plenty in savings from my porn life history. They could use the money to bury Hoover, maybe fix up the park if need be, get new vehicle, 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 to a greater extent of the Saami ; laying out, tanning, swimming. I visited a friend in the field, we went out to dinner party and so on. It was all very tamed compared to the former closure on my slip.

I called to watch 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 slit, he got muted saying that wasn't it.

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

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

I found individual alright. Someone 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 same college prof, that left her married man for Reymond. She was certainly one-time, 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. red cent, he looked undecomposed.

The call ended, the hold on dance, they walked right by me. I was still dazed by seeing him. I snapped out of it, turned around and tapped on the articulatio humeri.

He didn't recognize me at number one. Maybe it was the lighting, 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 ?"

"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.

"flavor at you !"I swatted his vast arm. His wife was so very prosperous to have a sexy, big dark man. I did, for a short while - Herbert A. Simon, but that didn't last.

My brain drifted to Eric next. Perhaps I did have a sexy, big ignominious man all to myself. I simply needed to invest and establish it prescribed.

The three of us talked on and on for a couple hours. Reymond never left Miami after college. He and his wife married a twelvemonth after graduating. I told him I was in LA for a long prison term and recently moved to capital of West Virginia, South Carolina of all places. I told him an older sis has a house there by the beach and invited all of us. I couldn't say no.

I told him I paid my respectfulness 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 person's ass if they tried to hurt me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

"How long ?"

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

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

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

"I see,"I sipped my wine."it's a very expectant shoulder, too,"I placed my glass down, feeling his huge brawny shoulder over his shirt.

"Thanks."

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

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

"Yep, I worked in selling,"I told the true statement, tempted to recount Reymond about my porn life history."Got married, didn't work out."

"Aww, sorry to hear that."

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

"Yeah. It's been difficult at times. Not because of the swinging. I really rue 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 good thing is that her ex-husband, moved on, remarried, had kidskin. 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 ill-timed, and I was sorry. By that breaker point he already remarried. He wasn't warm, he didn't didder my helping hand, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how designate works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really mature of you."

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

"form of."

"Heh, sorting of ?"

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

"Black ?"

"Yep."

"An erstwhile, sexy, cougar preying on young black men,"he joked.

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

"Maybe he's your soulmate."

"I'm not for certain. I've been thinking about it, trying to figure out if we should be official and dedicate. I don't want to bonk thing up."

Reymond looked into my eyes, his thumb caressed my nerve,"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 lip.

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

"Mmhmm,"he kissed me again, his oral cavity shutting over mine.

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

"inside,"he said.

At the invertebrate foot of the bed, I watched him slowly take out his shirt, revealing his sexy, sour physical structure. I slowly pulled my dress away from my breasts, sliding it downward. I stepped forward, running a hand over his chest, while the former worked his swath and pants.

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

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

Stepping out of his pants, his cock as big as ever, I guided him his back on the bed. I kissed and licked my up his body. My mouth started at his thighs, then his glorious rooster, I licked and kissed his abs, his pectus, my tit sliding across is perfect smutty body. My sass found his, his putz found my pussy and we got it on.

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

It all moved in retard motion. My moans were foresightful, his stopcock slid in and out of me in dumb apparent motion, his mitt going to my breast, taking it to his sass all moving so slowly and sensually.

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

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

hr later, his handwriting on my tummy, his putz in thick, 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 breath."So very lucky."

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

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

The future morning in the shower, he was holding my teat, kissing my neck while pushing his dick in deep.

"Get home base safe. It was not bad seeing you,"he said, hugging me arrivederci. I checked out of the hotel and Reymond's wife picked us up. She took me to a car rental place. I didn't want to hitch domicile, I wanted to force back there so I could get to Eric faster.

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

I got in my rental car, waved bye-bye 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 thought of me and my sisters living together in a huge beach home.

Of path, meeting Eric made things even better.

I called Bella when I pulled into the branch. 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 sea.

Bella and Eric were standing the H2O. She was in forepart of him, her arm moving back and forth, presumably jacking him off.

I ran into the water, my attire still on."Out the way, beef !"I pushed my baby away and jumped in Eric's arms, kissing him like crazy.

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

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

We fucked in the doorway, we fucked in the bread and butter elbow room, on the couch, on the floor, we fucked on the dining room table, we fucked while going up the stairs, finally, we fucked on and on and on in my bed.

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

He called his parents back, telling them he was mulct, that he lost track of time playing picture plot at a friend's. He told them he was invited to outride the night, they said that was all right. We kept on fucking.

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

Dawn arrived. We climaxed in each other's limb. I rolled off him, a soaking wet, sweaty mickle, unable to address or move.

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

I could've cried, but was too eat. I used the last bit of energy in me to smile and shut down my eyes.

***

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

We didn't have sex all night. We couldn't ; too sore and tired from the previous Nox. We took our clock time, took it slow, licked everywhere, every in 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 day, college, Hoover, having a youngster, moving to LA. I told him all about my hitchhiking trip. Then I told him I was a porn maven for seven, hanker years. He laughed, saying that was awesome.

"No curiosity, you so goodness working my gumshoe, daughter !"He laughed and squeezed me besotted. I thought it was because he was a young, 18-year-old, that thought the idea of being with a late pornography star was assuredness. Either way, he was fine with it.

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

Then we got unplayful. 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 connector.

Losing my virginity to Reymond, marquess being my high school sweetheart and dumping me, meeting President Hoover and the stallion prevue park - none were as skillful as Eric.

My first boss, Hieronymus, in LA, Big imp and all his son, all the pro jock I escorted and of course, Killa'D and the countless porno stars I worked with - non were as great as Eric.

Even my ex St. Simon, along with the recent intimate coming upon. Camping with Willie, the five-day Dayron fuck fest in Jacksonville, big dicked thug, Andre - none were as perfect as Eric.

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

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

I kiss his brim. Is he my long lost child I gave up for adoption ? Am I his female parent ? Did I just so materialize to move here, meet him, and become romantically involved with the grown nestling Herbert Hoover gave me at age 18 ?

I am 36 now, 18 years previous than Eric. I giggle, kissing his lip over and over. He sits up, kissing me difficult, holding me.

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

The end .