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I could watch the break of day from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my bedroom, let the coolheaded morning air hug my nude body, and watch sun rise over the Atlantic sea. But instead of watching that beautiful sight from my new beach-front home, I 'm watching an tucker out grim man sleep in my bed. If I smoked cigarettes, I 'd definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful sight in his own right. He 's tall, muscular, brownish, nearly shaven hair on his headland, a trimmed landscape of hair around his turncock. I eye his manhood while he sleeps, I could stare at his black pecker all day. But doing so would only drive me insane with lust and desire for it.

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

We spoke the next time I saw him. He was very shy, but friendly. I could tell he wanted our conversation to carry on on, but he had no idea how to clear that chance. I wondered if he ever spoke to a charwoman out and about like that. Ultimately, I did n't care. His gorgeous Negro body, my taste in a man, was all I saw. We exchanged epithet, then on a whimsey, before we left the gym for the day, I gave him my issue. Eric looked like he did n't know what to do with it ! I could n't serve but laughter at this shy, huge, blackened man feeling awkward after a white womanhood gave him her turn.

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

It was beautiful. Whispering in his ear to loose as I straddled my au naturel trunk on his. Kissing his thick, wax mouth slowly before sliding his monolithic cock inside me. Cumming on him almost instantly, while he tenderly held me.

After I climaxed for the very first metre on him, we kissed again. There was something sorcerous about this guy, this high-pitched school student. I could n't put my finger on it, but suffice to say we had sex as lots as we could over the next few calendar week.

He snuck out after going to bed to meet up with me. I fucked him hard in the school day 's parking lot, before course of instruction. And now last night ; he told his parents he was staying at a schoolmate 's house, lying so he could spend the dark with me.

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

His cock twitched. I wonder what he 's dreaming about ? I smile and step outside to the balcony, the cool daybreak air hugging me. What a night we had. What animation I 've had. Maybe I was made for him. I 've never felt this way before.

I sit and watch the sun wage hike, running my hands through my wild, red fuzz. I chuckle, thinking about all the blackamoor men I 've been with, none have been like Eric.

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

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

I needed to get away, to believe about things. Since I love traveling, I decided to remove a route trip. I 've taken many in my life, but this would be to consider about giving my life to this Thomas Young black man. That 's more than just my knocker, my puss, my body, but my life. I had to cogitate about seriously committing to mortal, and in my late 30s, maybe even marriage. Would it be with Eric ? Would he go to college ? Would he ease up up everything for me ? Would I let this perfect feeling toward a staring black man go ?

There was so lots to think about. A two-week road trip would serve.

Another constituent pushing me to move around was a death of another Shirley Temple Black man. He was my favorite. Old Man William Hoover, I called him. Not that death is ever convenient, besides for somebody in changeless agony, but traveling to that southern Florida trailer park to pay my respects to his class gave me a specific destination.



-1-

I have mystery. We all do. A few of them, only those close to me make love ; a duad, only I know. Eric is the type of guy, 18 or not, I could severalize everything to.

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

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

"No silly. I take my acquaintance along in cause anyone tries any queer business,"I told her.

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"Well, non-sexual, shady business."

I put the gun in my bag and take stock of everything."Ok, Bikini, money, phone, constitution, a duet of dresses, my gun, purse, and Eric's balls are vacuous. I think I'm undecomposed to go."

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

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to cook 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 sign of the zodiac I truly loved him, trusting my sister to be a backup, or if I really loved bootleg putz. I think it's a bit of both.

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

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

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

"She'll take fear of you, baby,"I ended the kiss, wiping my mouth, adjusting my frock.

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

"I'll miss you too. See you two in a couple workweek,"I sighed and left. They waved so long when I looked over my shoulder, Bella running her hired man over Eric's naked perfection.

***

One secret, that only I and Bella know, is my sexuality. I came up with a terminus for it. While technically I'm bi-sexual, I drill down further to be more particular. 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 declension ; black men being number one. I like woman too, of any race, but black men are what do it the most for me.

I walked along a few knot, making my way to the interstate highway. From there it was a few mo when a trucker 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 dress and sat up front with him."Wow, never been in one of these before."

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

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

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

As soon as I started becoming sexually attracted to people, it was black cat that I'd look at. When I daydreamed of my wedding party, the ostler was black. When I thought about going to the prom, my particular date was black. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was black. Every sexual thought or fantasy with a male person, he was grim.

At the shopping centre with supporter, they'd giggle if cute son would walk by us. I only did if the boys were black. Going back further, in middle schooltime, I had"boyfriend"of sorts, zilch real, he was black. We'd share lunch, we even held workforce. 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 onetime.

In mellow schooltime, I got my substantial number one fellow. I lost my virginity to him. His name was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in shoal. When I was picked on by my booster, I thought at maiden it was because of that. He was tall, gangling, glasses, but excelled at math, helping me out immensely. surely there were jockstrap that were much raging, but Reymond was sweet.

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

He moved away with his family in the summer. Our last night together was a endurance contest 69 session, followed by hours of sex on my bedchamber level. I didn't want my parents to get word the bed banging against the bulwark. Just before dawn, I snuck him out, and said cheerio. It'd be a few age before I saw him again.




-2-

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

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

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

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

"I do."

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

A here and now later, I fished that big hawkshaw 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 rails of time.

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

"Wait, I want you to cum though."

"fountainhead get back on your genu and suck that dick, then."

A duad instant later, he filled my mouthpiece. I swallowed several large gulps of semen.

I laughed when he rushed to the battlefront cab, cock still dripping cum and hastily put his seat belt on. I wiped my back talk and joined him. I put my belt on and remained nude.

***

schooltime started up again soon and with it, my second beau. He was a year older than me, a football superstar, and reminded me a short of Eric. He was ripped, built, vast. I still missed Reymond, but Don Marquis quickly made me forget.

I feel hard in sexual love with him. I went everywhere with him. Football games, practices, the center, everywhere. I was the only whiten girl at his family functions. I was his young woman and he kept me in invariable orgasmic bliss.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his house for sex. When schooling started back up, he'd nibble up each morning I'd suck his cock in his car until it was clip to go to class. I accompanied him to two proms. Each one ending in an overnight fuck fest. We'd roll around, telling each early how a great deal we loved one another, then climax together.

When he dumped me, my essence felt like it shriveled up and blew away like pulverisation in the wind. I was beyond smash. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be unity.

When I started my elderly year of high schoolhouse, I discovered I had no admirer ; no white I at least. The white girls looked at me with disgust, the Stanford White guy ignored me. The dark female child were almost downright aggressive with me. I learned a lot my first off couple weeks back at school day.

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

Stereotypes are based in reality. Was I a stereotype ? A stereotypical Elwyn Brooks White Methedrine, trollop that sleeps around with all the black cat ? I didn't tone like that. Yes, I was only attracted to lightlessness, but only had sex with two by that tip. Both were my boyfriends ; the second I was madly in love with.

At this percentage point I got wild. I was miserable, heartbroken, mass thought I was something I didn't think I was. If that's all they saw in me, in my teenage immatureness, I decided to make for 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 showtime gang charge at a party. There was about 20 or so that fucked me that night. I was getting tossed around from Shirley Temple guy to black guy. Some of them went to my schooling, some didn't.

I saw a few classmates roll their heart and leave, after watching my naked body getting taken by several Black men at once. That'd give them something to talk about make out Monday.

By the end of the first semester, I finished having sex with the basketball squad - all the black ones of course. I never once let myself feel 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 offend them - making them and myself cum was my only when goal.

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

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

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

On the way back habitation, the side by side day, was when I met the man who recently died. He's a man that had the good black putz I've ever had.




-3-

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

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

"Sweetie, you've made me 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 destination - Jekyll Island. I was going to do some encampment.

I rented a minuscule tent from the web site's general store and headed on. The cashier gave me a funny looking. I get those a lot. I guess he wondered what I was doing there all by myself, in a jolly sundress, with only a purse. I smiled and waved bye to him.

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

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

The beach was gorgeous. I walked for a couple hours, standing by the trees, 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 odoriferous. He was accepted to a college a few hours away. I was hoping he'd go, but wondered if he'd drop out to bide with me. Part of me wanted him to, but that would be a huge mistake. Sitting on the guts, digging my toes in, I thought how fun it'd be to impose him, his friends seeing an sr., late 30s woman in his bed.

***

On my campaign back domicile from the college tour in Miami, my mind pretty much made up that's where I wanted to attend, my parent's car broke down. It was a match hour north of Miami in a swampy, eye of nowhere, orbit.

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

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

"Miss ? You ok, love ?"a Shirley Temple Black man rolled down his window.

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

The older opprobrious man looked to be in his 60s, smiled at me,"I'll give you a ride. Can you bank 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 girl, you'll be back on the road by this evening. My gens's Hoover."

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

"Hey, you got that right !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Um, ok,"I was confused.

"Follow me. Feel free to direct 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 present moment later. fearfulness faded, replaced with wonder then joy at the sight 40 feet away from me.

My mouth dropped as I watched three white fair sex, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a flame getting fucked by a group of melanize men. One was tied to a tree, getting take from behind. Another on her back on a bench, a pitch-dark man on top. The third squatting up and down on a dick, while jacking off two others.

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

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

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't nothing illegal here, other than nakedness outside a house. There's a pretty piddling Andrew D. White cop that doesn't give us any trouble. These woman 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, eyes darting left and right, he cleared his pharynx,"Ok Miss, right this way."

There I was, 18 yr old, Spring prisonbreak of my final year of high school in my second ring bam.

It was a blur, a entire blur or sex, effort, and semen. I came and came and came with around 30 or so pitch-dark men that lived in that dawdler parking area. When one was done, I'd beg for more.

"Harder !"I'd yell.

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

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

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

I realized then, this was going to be my life-time - unvarying sex with disastrous men.

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

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

I crawled to him, my mouth and pussy salivating. I climbed onto his fold-out couch, grabbed that old bleak dick, 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 best rooster I'd ever had and would remain so for many, many twelvemonth.

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

I did my best to ride him, but couldn't fit his integral distance in. Luckily, my asshole had been broken in earlier. That retentive dick slid right in all the way. I felt like he was in my belly. I watched him rub my breasts and corporation while I sat on him, his cock in my ass all the way.

"Glad you having a good time. We love to have got fun here,"John Edgar Hoover said. I could feel his pecker twitching in my stomach.

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

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

I grabbed his facial expression kissing him as hard as I could.

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

A few minute later, Herbert Hoover got out of bed, waking me up in the process. I watched the elder man leave the lagger. I went after him, grabbing his hand, walking with him to the balefire.

It was only he and I out. He stoked the flame, piling more than woodwind instrument. We sat there holding bridge player, naked, warmed by the fire.

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

"Ain't goose egg, just helping you out."

"How long have you lived here ?"

"My whole live. My dada and Grandpappy owned some domain by the swamp. I got it and serve set up this trailer park."

"And the women ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By chance event. 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 try out, but she came back here and undressed for me. I was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man, I was nervous, but I took care of her vapid tire and her former that day. Holy Scripture must've spread. Over the years we've had good handful of white-hot women halt by for a weekend here and there."

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

That early morning by the bonfire, 18 year old, driving back from Miami on Spring fracture, 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 fair. I thought doing so later that night in my tent.

I left many thing at home on this hitchhiking trip. Would I pull wires people to get what I need ? A ride, food, attack ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as manipulation. I saw it as making a booster.

I was alone on the beach. I felt like going nude painting, but decided against it. Mainly because I saw individual and his dog in the length. As I walked closer, I saw a black man sportfishing in a creek. He pulled out a net with crab in it.

"Hi !"I startled him.

"Ma'am,"he nodded.

"Catching some dinner party ?"

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

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

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

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

He was older than Herbert Hoover when I first met him. Probably lately 60s. His pilus was white, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a vernal Andrew Dickson 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 detail example. He stood behind me, putting my arms into position, and helped me roll 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 double-dyed name for an old, black man, fishing near the beach.

I told him I was hitchhiking to southern FL, mentioning an old friend passed away. He questioned if it was safe for me to hitchhike. I told him I had a special friend along with me and I knew how to fire it. He understood, saying it was good that a pretty white noblewoman protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

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

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

"Yep,"I beamed.

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

"Sounds grand, Willie."

***

I had a surreptitious, I was knocked up. I remember being scared to enjoin anyone.

I was at the shopping mall one day, looking at prom apparel, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the black scholar at school used me for sex. But for some reason, no one asked me yet. Maybe they got tired of me. I didn't know.

I walked along and felt a tap on my berm. I turned around to see a familiar look, however, the relaxation of him was quite unlike. It Reymond. He was still tall, but not skinny and lanky. He filled out. He was big and muscular. He didn't wear methamphetamine anymore. I did a twofold take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

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

"Good, well. Been awhile."

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

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

"Yeah,"I smiled.

"You shopping for prom dresses ?"

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

"Ah, sorry to get a line 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 cool, 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 moment later, I found myself in the men's lav, sitting on a toilet, hastily unzipping Reymond's shorts. He was leaning over, kissing me.

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

"Mmm, Bea,"he ran his handwriting through my whisker.

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

"I got it,"he said, pulling my t-shirt off. I removed my short and panties, and hopped in his limb.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah yes !"I threw my caput back, holding on to the toilet stall paries for support.

"Reymond, stop, waiting,"I said.

"Huh ?"

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

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

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

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

I laughed and kissed him."speculation not."




-5-

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

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

"Yep. What about you ?"

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

"I'll occlusive in Jacksonville."

"Ah. rightfulness over the border. I can take you there,"Willie offered.

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

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

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

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

"Mmhmm. wellspring, Willie, um -"

"You headed to bed ?"

"variety of. I was thinking of something else you could do."

"Oh yeah ? What's that,"he stoked the fervour.

I stood up, removed my bikini top, then my bottoms. I smiled at him, watching him wait 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 teacher when I walked by.

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

***

Reymond and I went to the prom. We stayed a little while, danced some, but left early so we could eff. His parents were at some outcome really late, so we went to his star sign a few school day territorial dominion over.

A few weeks later at gradation, I participated in my third gear gang bang. It was in the boys'wash room. It wasn't amazing. Some of the Black athletic supporter lured me in there, by flashing me a dick. I figured why not. I'd probably never see these guys again.

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

Speaking of my parents, they made me give the baby up for adoption. I told them over the summer. I could've argued with them, saying it was dry they sent me to Miami by myself to shell out with college clientele, yet they are forcing me to give up a child and not raise it like an adult.

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

At college Reymond and I had sex three meter a day. I abandoned my student residence, staying with him and his roommate. We did it in the morning, in the shower before class. We met up during the afternoon for sex. Then at Nox, 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 fussy, there were a few other guys I'd rotate. They didn't mind having sex with a significant white fille.

I had the sister just before Thanksgiving Break. It came a slight other. I couldn't looking at the child. I closed my eyes, weeping streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the kid would be better off.

During my second semester of newbie yr, Reymond and I worked out together. He helped me disgorge some baby weight.

It was around this time, he started getting busier with other students. There were several whitened girls he rotated. One of the was a professor. I think she was married. I walked in on her riding Reymond in his dormitory room. I apologized and backed out. I ran into another black student I'd nooky before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was busybodied again. He agreed to fill in once more and took me to the shower.

I didn't go home for Spring Break. I went to see Hoover. He remembered me. I stayed and total week there. I was naked the completely time. Cum was splattering on my chest, tummy, back, face on the 60 minutes all day and night. I slept with Herbert Clark Hoover when I finally tired.

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

soph, Junior, and Senior class Spring Breaks were spent with President Hoover inside me.

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

In my elderly year I developed a static of various dozen fledgling. They were my backing. I taught those hombre a lot. There were quite a few three ways with them. By the time I graduated college, they were white women pleasers for sure enough.

Before commencement ceremony, all of them, fucked me in one night. It was my quaternary and prominent pack bang yet.

As the sun rose, I limped back to my and Reymond's dorm. I was dripping seminal fluid, from my puss, Kuki, hands, everywhere. My dress was tattered and torn.

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

"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 hubby,"Reymond said.

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

College ended. Reymond and I lost inter-group communication. survive I heard he and his older, snowy 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 cause I only had sex buddies - LE drama, LE nuisance, to a greater extent fun.

***

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

The aplomb night air felt wonderful. My nipples were hard, my clit still tingling from various hours of sex with Willie. I thought of Eric, filling me with cum, holding me.

I walked over to the shower facility, not caring if anyone saw me nude. The campground 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 succeeding day, Willie cooked me breakfast. I skinny dipped in the sea 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 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 High German sheepman."Alright, hang on, girl."

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

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 lap all over his big, juicy cockhead.

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

I became an animal, a dog in warmth, like the German language Shepherd. Perhaps the lovemaking of bleak cock transcends species.

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

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

"Ugh, well girls, good lady friend,"Willie patted out back.

Willie stood up, grabbed his drawers and headed to the tent. His dog was licking my nerve, my backtalk, her tongue going in between my lips to search for every live on drop. I opened my mouthpiece letting her get in there for more.

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

***

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

Jerome was his name. He'd nookie me in his office sometimes. We'd take lunch together, having sex in his car. After work, we'd meet up for drinks, and he'd spend the Nox at my flat or I'd hitch at his.

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

I attended events with St. Jerome. He'd premise me to several rapper. Sure, I'd vamp, give them my bit, but usually I'd end up riding Jerome's black cock later than night.

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

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

He was commodity, rattling effective. He knew how to work a white pussy. I slept with him for about a year.

He 'd share me, after I swallowed his jizz, with six or seven of his boys. They take turns with me one at a meter. 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 Rascal, one that changed my life. I was in, yet another gang blast - my fifth one.

Big rogue was having a company after the release of his newest record album. I wasn't the solely white girl there. Several others were sucking dick on a sofa, or a chairman. It was great. I felt I was at home.

Big rascal fucked me pretty punishing outside the penthouse suite, overlooking Los Angeles.

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

When I got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around me. I counted all seven of Big knave's entourage, along with additional 12 party guests. I smiled and dropped the towel.

It was long, orgasm and cum-filled Night.

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

"Girl, you got the best pussy 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 illustriousness. You feel me ?"

"Huh ?"I didn't flavor him. I didn't what he was talking about.

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

"Help me with what, baby ?"

"You're special. You know it. You know what you good at. You commodity at workin'black pecker. You feel me ?"

"Well, yeah, but -"

"This guy can facilitate you give your utmost potentiality. I want you to talk to him. I want you to hear him out. I want you to keep an outdoors head. You feel me ?"he asked yet again.

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

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

"Not a doorknocker. He's in a different industry - one that you'd be double-dyed for. I want you to phone him. I already told him about you. I told him how safe you take mordant pecker. How good you work it. Call him, and don't be afraid. His public figure says ‘ Killa'but he wouldn't hurt a fly. You feel me ?"

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

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

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

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




-7-

The following Nox, after calling Killa'D, he gave me an address to take on. It just so happened to be a flight strip nightspot.

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

Killa'D was quite a specimen, not individual that matched his soubriquet. He was dressed in a suit and tie, had a amber scout, gang, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a shave face fungus his face. I assumed he went to the Barber hebdomadary or even more. I was a piffling shy at first of all. My figured he was a high-end pimp.

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

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

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

"He told me you really make love how to work a fatal gumshoe. He said you use that snatch, them breast, that ass, and that mouth of yours expertly on a dick,"Killa D explained.

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

"Negroid men. I understand,"He reached to his pocket taking out a business bill."Let me allay your mind a bit. I'm not a pimp. I'm not asking you to be a sprigger, though if you wanted to, you could go up there and dance - the handler wouldn't mind. I'm not asking you to be an bodyguard. looking at at my company's public figure. Recognize it ?"

I took the add-in, reading the name."White Vixen ?"I said aloud."No, I don't know what that is,"I handed the poster back to him, he held up his thenar, declining it.

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

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

"That's right. Interracial porn. I started the company a ten ago. It's one of the mellow grossing porno distributors in the globe - specifically, like I said, interracial porn. He told me you could be my next big maven,"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 Shirley Temple guys, but filming porn, that's different."

"I understand. That's why it's a lot to consider. You'd have to think of a point name. You'd have to get tested regularly - which my society enforces and pays for. Then of form, there's the occult. You probably couldn't order your kin, your booster and neighbor. There's stereotypes that go along with it."

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

"My thoughts 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 smuggled peter, when not get paid to express that love to others ?"he asked.

I bit my can lip. A stripper around my age came over to say hello to Killa D.

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

"Yeah,"she circled played with his tie.

"Who you with tonight ?"

"Rob,"she frowned.

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

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

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

"Can I at least think about it ?"

"Please do."

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

He smiled at me and extended his hand.

***

"Ah screwing ! Yes ! Yes !,"I was screaming later that nighttime, on top of Killa'D, fucking the tinker's damn out of him.

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

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

He put me to catch some Z's. I fell asleep on him in his visualize Beverly Hills rest home. It was the first sentence sex made me fall asleep. certainly I'd eventually go to bed after long nights, but this, the act itself, was so good, I was out frigidity in minutes.

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

Killa'D said he'd act as my agentive role, getting me roles, finding former performing artist to lick with. He even suggested I could strip or escort if I wanted to on the side ; like former pornography stars he managed. He said I could play in a lot of money escorting various professional athletes around - then sleeping with them of form.

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

I stayed with him the rest of the day, all nighttime, and on into the future afternoon. We fucked pretty practically the whole clip. It was Billy Sunday good afternoon when I left. I had to exploit the following day. He said take a week to recall about it and that he'd call me the following Friday night.

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




-8-

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

I sucked his cock the integral way. When we arrived I finished him off, swallowing his burden, said goodbye and hopped out of his pickup truck.

I checked into my room, put on a bikini and went to the beach. I walked a long way, intellection 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 plans for the evening was to go to a nine, see a black guy, and lend him back to my way for the night - something I've done many sentence.

A call to my sister, Bella, changed that.

I put on a bantam, yellow attire, my tits practically hanging out. Right before I went out I decided to call and check on her and Eric.

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

"Bella ?"

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

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

"Nothing much, just getting ready to go out for the night."

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

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

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

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

I heard Bella breathe deeply into the earphone,"Oh fuck, I love this thing."Sir Thomas More sucking sounds.

"Can I lecture to him delight ?"

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

"Bea,"he answered.

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

"I miss you too. literal bad. Ah bastard, get that pecker,"Eric told Bella.

"She's taking upkeep of you ?"

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

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

"Good, cuz I need you in my life-time,"Eric said. We chatted another moment, then hung up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Um, 10pm."

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

"What for ?"he asked.

I pulled my yellow dress apart, revealing my breasts to him.

"Uhhh,"he stared at them."Uh for certain, 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, long years.

Killa'D gave the week to believe about it. I showed up at his household on Wednesday with my result. I stood there, ringing his threshold, butt naked.

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

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

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

"Of course."

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

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

I turned in a two workweek 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 good for anyway. I agreed with him 100 %.

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

I told him I want my first scene to be ambitious, insane, and really score a German mark - a gang fringe.

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

I went by the name Bianca. My first pic, a work party flush called,"Bianca Gets Blacked"featured 100 black men. The shoot lasted all day. I was thoroughly exhausted. That night I took a long, hot Bath with Killa'D.

I felt at home doing porn - like it was my destiny. It wasn't always easy, the hours could be rough, the billet weren't always comfortable, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were girls with drug problems, daddy proceeds, opprobrious past, and so on. I didn't have any of those job. I genuinely love sex with Black person and I got paid to do it.

I did respective volumes of pic serial publication. It was here I used the term Afrosexual to describe myself. E. B. White Vixens marketed me as such too.

Every day, all day, was sex on film. At Nox it was sex with Killa'D and several different male performer I befriended.

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

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

I saw Bella being double-teamed by two inkiness men in the kitchen. She was covering her oral fissure to keep restrained.

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

All the women in my family, except perhaps for my female parent, loved pitch-dark cock. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to tell them of my job. They all thought I still worked at a selling caller.

I hardly ever got home much in my 20s. filming, stripping, escorting, fucking was an mundane, no weekends, no fracture, thing.

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 hark back how many times I was tempted to institute her into the erotica industry, especially after seeing how ravenous she was with shameful men.

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

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

Sometimes, if I wasn't escorting, Bella and I would go clubbing. We'd find a couple Black person men and train them home. We'd ride them together.

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

I was tested once a week. I was rubber. But I was very, very tire out.

On my 28 birthday, I worked a bachelor political party. I stripped, danced, and flirted with the black men there. It led to a pocket-size gang bam of 10.

I got home the next morning and passed out. Bella was asleep in her bed with a black she met somewhere. I wanted to catch some Z's for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. but couldn't. I have to be at the studio soon.

tweed hellcat started shooting girl-on-girl stuff too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job description. kitty-cat and black cock was all I did for the last two long time 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 good. He stayed the Night with me and because he didn't have work the future day, he stayed all day and another Nox. He got up the next good morning, got dressed for the first time since arriving to my room, and went to work. I went to the beach again. That Night Dayron came by at 10pm, when he got off, and stayed once more. He repeated this again, staying in bed with me, endlessly fucking me. Then I had to leave.

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

Did working in the porn diligence burn me out ? I think it did. It was nonstop. If I wasn't filming all day, I was escorting and stripping at night. The only vacation, if I could even call it that, were two crony, buying me for a week over the class. They took me to various tropical resorts. We had sex the whole time, it was great, but again it wasn't a real vacation. I wanted to go someplace where I wasn't paid to fuck. Much like this hitchhiking trip. If I have sex along the way, groovy, but I'm not working.

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

I turned around and waved. A younger bleak guy, looked out the window."Hey yo ! little girl you need a ride ?"

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

"Aight, get in. Where you going ?"

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

"Damn, yo, that's a long 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 boobs.

I nodded, pulling my bikini top aside.

"You read my mother fuckin'idea, kick. 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 make ?"he immediately went for his peter, pulling it out.

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

It took me back to all the company Killa'D would switch. I'd be fucking him and all his boys. Even Big Rascal and his posse showed up. I'd be bouncing on his pecker, while his up-to-the-minute single was blasting through the speakers.

Those were fun times during my porno career, but it was ceaseless. There was no jailbreak, no reprieve, incessant work.

When I told Killa'D I wanted to pull away, he was saddened, but understood. He offered more money, a new car, everything. I had my legs wrapped around him while he slammed his cock into me, telling me what he'd contribute me to make me persist. elevator car, money, clothes, jewelry, all of it wouldn't keep me on. He even offered himself, saying he'd afford up all the other clean women he slept with in favour of only me.

I said no thanks.

"negotiation"lasted respective daylight in his bed. My terminal answer was still no.

At this point, I was 30 years old, Bella had since moved out, living in a courteous flat a few nautical mile away, and I just retired from the porn industry.

There as only one affair I needed to do.

I flew to FL and lived with Old Man J. Edgar Hoover for the summer.

He was getting on up in yr, but I cared for him and everyone else. I never left the trailer Park. I was basically a naturist.

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

That time with Hoover made me retrieve of affair. I thought about what to do with my lifetime. Could I live a normal animation ? Could I settle down and get married ? Maybe even have a child the in good order way ? I had no 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 tool. All that anal retentive sex with him, mmm, it was so stupefy.

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

I got married.

***

"Ah fuck, yeah, child. You workin'that dick in force !"my newfangled number one wood, Andre, told me."I'll drive yo aphrodisiac ass anywhere you want."

We were about an time of day north of the trailer park. I was naked in the passenger face of Andre's car. I felt so sexy sucking his dick with all that rap music in the setting.

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

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

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

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

"What you doin'?"he asked, a few minute later. I was waiting by the john door behind the gas post. He arrived with the key.

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

"I know, but I got ta -"

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

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

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

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

That Edward Young, black thug must've felt like a Billie Jean King. He was sitting on a toilet, relaxing, doing his business, while a white charwoman sucked his cock.

I straddled him future, sitting on his cock while several turds dropped in the throne. I ignored the look and used my body for what it does best ; giving pleasure to black men.

He sucked my titty 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 substantiation on us.

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

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

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

I put my seat belt on then put my hired man on his second joint as he drove off.

***

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

Simone was marvellous, not torso builder muscular, but very inflect, and of course, black.

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

I didn't sleep with him after the first date. I told myself to waitress a bit. He was very overbold, very hot ; I wanted to throw a good impression. I didn't want him to opine I was a fornicatress. I never told him about my porn career.

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 weeks since I returned from Herbert Clark Hoover's. I had no sex in that timeframe. I was very pen up.

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

I lied. I looked to his boldness, running my thumb across his sassing and shook my head.

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

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

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

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

"Bea, will you marry me ?"Herb Simon 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 cock in abstruse, while gently waves landed against us. We had a wonderful honeymoon.

One 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 admirer I did porn. I'm guessing they recognized me. Simon went berserker, calling me a prevaricator, a whore. I sat on the bed, outcry, agreeing with him.

I was too afraid to reveal my past with him. I wanted to move on from it. I realize I should cause been up front with him as it could've caused a lot of pain, time, heartbreak 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 recite her the reason for the abrogation. She consoled me, but I knew what I really needed. Within a couple hours I booked her and myself a flight to Florida. I took her to meet Hoover. She left a hebdomad later, limping and smiling, kissing everyone there goodbye. I stayed for the rest of the summertime.

When I returned, I got a job working at an art heading. I moved out of Bea's to my own place, and focused on myself for the firstly time in a long fourth dimension. There were no gang bangs, no random hook ups every night - just me, relaxing, disbursal meter with Bella, and making new, non-porn manufacture, friends.




-10-

Andre dropped me off at the entry of Hoover's trailer Park. I kissed him adieu. As he sped off, I removed my bikini and walked defenseless inside.

There were a group of men in the center of the green. One of them was Hoover's son - a few years older than me. He greeted me, the sight of a raw Caucasian woman had no effect on them. It was something they saw often.

"He's in here,"his soon motioned me to trace. I took his arm, walking by a few early white-hot women, scattered about, nude, follow to pay their respects.

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

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

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

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

Hoover's erection was bulging out his quagmire, laying against his breadbasket.

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

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

I stopped smiling."Always ready to please a white 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 right outside,"his son left.

I straightened out Hoover's shirt, adjusted the collar. I thought about the good times the Father-God of my nipper and I experienced - the Spring rupture and summers of sex. I whispered a thank you for all the joy he gave me, for allowing me to cave in birthing to a child and present the nipper to a deserving and loving class.

I moaned when my manus met his erection. It was hard as a careen. I wanted to say adios to not just Hoover, but the legal document of so lots delight.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his slump, I pulled up his shirt, and there it was. Herbert Hoover's long, directly 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 kisses became sensual punch along the cock. My fingers found my clit, rubbing it while kissed and licked Hoover's cock - one last clock time. I thought about climbing on top of him and making honey to his body, cumming all over his big rooster as a final send off. There was movement and talking right outside the trailer. I zipped up his pants, and tucked him back in, my saliva coating his dick.

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

Several former White cleaning woman arrived. It led to an splurge which lasted a few days. The former adult female left, leaving me alone with them all. The orgy then of course became a mob fringe.

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

A few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, I put on my Bikini. Hoover's son offered to look at me to Miami. I'd arrest there, relax, visit ally, then get up to head home to Eric. There we would speak about everything.

Before Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his coin bank account. In the bank parking lot, in his car, he thanked me with his shaft. I didn't know if it was enough, but I had passel in savings from my porn career. They could use the money to bury John Edgar 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 more of the same ; laying out, tanning, swimming. I visited a Quaker in the arena, we went out to dinner party and so on. It was all very tame compared to the previous stops on my trip.

I called to check into on Eric. He really, really missed me. He said he couldn't wait for me to retrovert. I joked with him, saying he only missed my pussy, he got tranquilize saying that wasn't it.

I knew what he meant. I felt the watchword 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 committed human relationship, 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 dark club, in my same yellow dress, tits practically popping out, with the intention of having some drinks, dancing and that's about it. I had no purpose of finding someone for sex.

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




-11-

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

Then there was Reymond. Wow, he looked more sinewy and better than ever. I stood watching him with his wife, my mouth hung open. hoot, he looked good.

The Song ended, the block off dancing, they walked right wing by me. I was still dazed by seeing him. I snapped out of it, turned around and tapped on the berm.

He didn't accredit me at outset. Maybe it was the inflammation, my whisker, I don't know."Reymond,"I smiled at him.

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

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

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

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

"Look at you !"I swatted his huge arm. His wife was so very prosperous to take a sexy, big black man. I did, for a short while - Simon, but that didn't in conclusion.

My brain drifted to Eric next. Perhaps I did have a sexy, big black man all to myself. I simply needed to commit and give it functionary.

The three of us talked on and on for a match 60 minutes. 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 fourth dimension and recently moved to Charleston, South Carolinas 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 respectfulness to a ally that passed away and was hitchhiking down to do so. He scolded me, saying it was dangerous. We joked about me popping a cap in 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 maneuver home. You got any programme ? We can go catch up."

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

I felt a paw on my on forearm. His married woman was staring into my eyes giving me a look as if to say"catch up means something else."

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

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

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

***

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

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

"How long ?"

"A few years. We've met many wonderful Friend. I love her with all my spirit, if she meets a nice guy and wants to hold fun, she can. If I run into an old supporter from in high spirits school and college, and I want to cause fun, then I can."

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

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

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

"Thanks."

"I remember when you were a skinny teen, you just kept getting grownup and bigger it seems."

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

"Yep, I worked in selling,"I told the trueness, tempted to tell Reymond about my smut career."Got married, didn't employment out."

"Aww, sorry to get word that."

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

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

"Soulmates,"I thought of Eric.

"The good matter is that her ex-husband, moved on, remarried, had fry. Around ten class 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 wildness. 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 didder my hand, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how luck works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really mature of you."

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

"sort of."

"Heh, sort of ?"

"We aren't official. He's Edward Young. 18."

"Shirley Temple ?"

"Yep."

"An elderly, sexy, puma preying on Loretta Young pitch-dark men,"he joked.

"I didn't quarry 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 picture out if we should be functionary and committed. I don't want to know matter up."

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

"Reymond,"I blushed.

He tipped my mentum and slowly kissed my sass.

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

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

I untucked his nice shirt, worked the button, and ran my custody 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 body. I slowly pulled my apparel away from my white meat, sliding it downwards. I stepped forward, running a hand over his chest, while the other worked his belt and pants.

"Still never been with a blank 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 cover on the bed. I kissed and licked my up his body. My oral cavity started at his thighs, then his glorious hammer, I licked and kissed his abs, his chest, my chest sliding across is arrant Black person consistency. My mouth found his, his cock found my snatch and we got it on.

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

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

On my back he licked his way down to my pussycat. I arched my spinal column, tweaking my mamilla when his tongue entered me, gathering up my fluids to taste. Oh fuck, my consistence turned to liquid.

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

time of day later, his script on my tummy, his cock 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 sorting of man, he's prosperous too."

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

The next first light in the shower, he was holding my titty, kissing my neck while pushing his cock in bass.

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

I was there in my former wearing apparel, a unproblematic whiteness one, making out with her married man, Reymond. When our steamy kiss ended, I grabbed and kissed her softly on the lips."Thank you,"I told her for allowing a wonderful reunification with my old lover.

I got in my rental car, waved goodbye 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 idea of me and my baby living together in a huge beach menage.

Of course of instruction, meeting Eric made things even better.

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

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

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

I ran into the water, my dress still on."Out the way, cunt !"I pushed my sis away and jumped in Eric's arms, kissing him like weirdo.

"Hey ! screwing you, grouse !"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 threshold, we fucked in the living elbow room, on the sofa, on the level, 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 several phone call 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 pee 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 rails of fourth dimension playing video games at a admirer's. He told them he was invited to stay the Nox, they said that was very well. We kept on nooky.

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

break of day arrived. We climaxed in each other's blazonry. I rolled off him, a soaking wet, sweaty mess, unable to speak or move.

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

I could've cried, but was too exhaust. I used the last bit of zip in me to smile and close my eyes.

***

Here I am, the adjacent day. Eric went home, hung out with his parents after a few hr nap, yadda yadda yadda, he snuck back over here stopping point night.

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

Naked, in his arms, I told him I loved him too. I told him about in high spirits school, college, Hoover, having a fry, moving to LA. I told him all about my hitchhiking misstep. Then I told him I was a porn maven for seven, long geezerhood. He laughed, saying that was awesome.

"No wonder, you so good working my dick, girlfriend !"He laughed and squeezed me tight. I thought it was because he was a Lester Willis Young, 18-year-old, that thought the idea of being with a former erotica superstar was nerveless. Either way, he was hunky-dory with it.

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

Then we got sober. 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 impression, how we felt a soulmate connection.

Losing my virginity to Reymond, Marquis being my in high spirits school sweetheart and dumping me, meeting Hoover and the entire trailer Park - none were as in force as Eric.

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

Even my ex-husband St. Simon, along with the Holocene sexual brush. 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 awake. He opens his eyes and smiling at me. I lean down, lovingly looking to his case, my breasts mashing against his chest. It's the face of a man I'm in love with, who I want to be with, who I want to belong to, hopefully forever.

I notice his ears are the Lapp shape as mine. His eyes look a minuscule like mine too. His mentum and jawline smell like something I've seen before - perhaps on an Uncle long ago.

I kiss his backtalk. Is he my foresightful missed small fry I gave up for acceptation ? Am I his mother ? Did I just so happen to go here, meet him, and become romantically tortuous with the grown child Hoover gave me at age 18 ?

I am 36 now, 18 twelvemonth older than Eric. I giggle, kissing his lips over and over. He sits up, kissing me strong, holding me.

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

The end .