Introduction

I could watch the sunrise from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my bedroom, let the cool morning air hug my naked dead body, and sentinel sun upgrade over the Atlantic ocean. But instead of watching that beautiful flock from my new beach-front home, I 'm watching an run down black man nap 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, hefty, brownish, nearly shaven pilus on his head, a clip landscape of hair around his cock. I eye his manhood while he sleeps, I could stare at his black cock all day. But doing so would only drive me mad with luxuria and desire for it.

I met him a few calendar week ago at the gym. He walked past me, nodding, smiling politely. I did the same. We both embarrassed ourselves when we caught each early checking the other out. We looked over our berm. 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 lay down that take place. I wondered if he ever spoke to a cleaning lady out and about like that. Ultimately, I did n't care. His gorgeous black organic structure, my preference in a man, was all I saw. We exchanged gens, then on a whim, before we left the gym for the day, I gave him my identification number. Eric looked like he did n't know what to do with it ! I could n't help but laugh at this shy, huge, black man feeling awkward after a White River woman gave him her number.

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

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

After I climaxed for the very first time on him, we kissed again. There was something wizardly about this guy, this heights schoolhouse student. I could n't put my finger on it, but suffice to say we had sex as much 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 schoolhouse 's parking lot, before class. And now last night ; he told his parents he was staying at a class fellow 's house, lying so he could pass the nighttime with me.

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

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

I sit and watch the sun upgrade, running my hands through my wild, red hair's-breadth. I chuckle, thinking about all the black 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 young man sleeping in my bed. I 've never been with a Andrew D. White man ; all have been black. They all worshiped my dead body, just like I did theirs - it 's as though I was practicing for Eric.

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

I needed to get away, to think about things. Since I love traveling, I decided to pick out a road trip-up. I 've taken many in my life story, but this would be to think about giving my life to this young Negro man. That 's more than just my breasts, my kitty, my body, but my life story. I had to think about seriously committing to person, and in my tardy 30s, maybe even marriage. Would it be with Eric ? Would he go to college ? Would he commit up everything for me ? Would I let this perfect opinion toward a perfect black man go ?

There was so much to conceive about. A two-week road tripper would help.

Another element pushing me to travel was a death of another nigrify man. He was my preferred. Old Man William Hoover, I called him. Not that last is ever convenient, besides for person in invariant agony, but traveling to that southerly Sunshine State dawdler park to pay my esteem to his kin gave me a specific destination.



-1-

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

I pulled my Glock 17 9mm side arm out of my top attraction. Put a clip in and turned off the safety."I'm cook,"I told my sis Bella.

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

"No silly. I take my admirer along in face anyone tries any funny patronage,"I told her.

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"well, non-sexual, mirthful business."

I put the gun in my purse and take line of everything."Ok, two-piece, money, phone, makeup, a couple of wearing apparel, my gun, purse, and Eric's balls are vacuous. I think I'm good to go."

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

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to reach sure enough Eric was taken guardianship of while I was gone. I wondered if the fact I needed Eric to be properly serviced throughout the day, was a polarity I truly loved him, trusting my Sister to be a replacement, or if I really loved black cock. I think it's a bit of both.

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

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

I went over to Eric to kiss him goodbye. A uncomplicated kiss on the lips escalates into more. Our lingua get involved, our sassing close on top of one another's, his hands groped my pectus. I want to throw this apparel off and fuck his brains out.
"Mmm, yeah, there we go,"Bella watched us take a shit out.

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

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

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

***

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

I'm an Afrosexual. I define it as only being sexually attracted to those of African line ; opprobrious men being number one. I like cleaning lady 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 trucker picked me up.

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

"You need a cosmetic surgery ?"

"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 camping. Can you overleap off at Brunswick ?"I asked.

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

As soon as I started becoming sexually attracted to the great unwashed, it was black guys that I'd looking at at. When I daydreamed of my wedding, the groom was black. When I thought about going to the prom, my date was bootleg. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was black. Every sexual idea or fantasy with a male, he was black.

At the mall with friends, they'd giggle if precious boys would walk by us. I only did if the boys were black. Going back further, in eye schoolhouse, I had"beau"of variety, nix actual, he was black. We'd share lunch, we even held script. I thought it was unbelievable. The others picked on me, I didn't understand why at the time. I'd learn why as I got aged.

In luxuriously school day, I got my very first boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him. His epithet was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in school. When I was picked on by my friends, I thought at initiatory it was because of that. He was marvelous, lanky, methamphetamine, but excelled at maths, helping me out immensely. sure there were jocks that were much hotter, but Reymond was sweet.

My friends picked on me because he was black. 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 category in the summer. Our last night together was a Marathon 69 session, followed by hours of sex on my bedroom floor. I didn't want my parents to learn the bed banging against the wall. Just before break of day, I snuck him out, and said goodbye. It'd be a few years before I saw him again.




-2-

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

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

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

"Uh, I'm a little ahead of docket,"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 adult and giving 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 peter so intemperate and fast, he lost track of time.

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

"waiting, I want you to cum though."

"Well get back on your knee and suck that dick, then."

A couple minutes later, he filled my mouth. I swallowed several large gulps of come.

I laughed when he rushed to the nominal head cab, cock still dripping cum and hastily put his bottom bang on. I wiped my mouth and joined him. I put my belt on and remained nude.

***

School started up again soon and with it, my second swain. He was a yr older than me, a football game whiz, and reminded me a niggling of Eric. He was ripped, built, Brobdingnagian. I still missed Reymond, but Don Marquis quickly made me forget.

I feel hard in passion with him. I went everywhere with him. football game secret plan, practices, the mall, everywhere. I was the only lily-white young lady at his menage functions. I was his young lady and he kept me in constant quantity orgasmic blissfulness.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his house for sex. When school day started back up, he'd pick up each morning I'd suck his cock in his car until it was time to go to course. I accompanied him to two promenade. Each one ending in an all-night fuck fest. We'd curlicue around, telling each other how practically we loved one another, then climax together.

When he dumped me, my heart felt like it shriveled up and fumble away like powder in the current of air. I was beyond beat out. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be one.

When I started my aged yr of gamey shoal, I discovered I had no supporter ; no ovalbumin ones at to the lowest degree. The ashen girlfriend looked at me with disgust, the blank bozo ignored me. The Black lady friend were almost downright aggressive with me. I learned a lot my first couple calendar week back at shoal.

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 stereotypic white trash, slut that sleeps around with all the black hombre ? I didn't look like that. Yes, I was only attracted to pitch blackness, but only had sex with two by that breaker point. Both were my young man ; the endorsement I was madly in love with.

At this dot I got wild. I was piteous, heartbroken, the great unwashed 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 wreak 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 number one gang blast at a party. There was about 20 or so that fucked me that dark. I was getting tossed around from contraband guy to black guy. Some of them went to my school, some didn't.

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

By the end of the outset semester, I finished having sex with the basketball game squad - all the black ones of course. I never once let myself feel screw 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 only goal.

Spring breaking arrived, I was exhausted. However, I was busy. I was driving down to Miami to mark off out the University there. It was for a circuit 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 care affair on my own.

I was ok with that, thinking I'd fulfil some fatal college scholar while there. I didn't. The orientation and tour was informational, helpful, but not exciting. It all seemed criterion, normal.

On the way back home, the next day, was when I met the man who recently died. He's a man that had the effective black cock I've ever had.




-3-

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

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

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

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

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

I rented a small tent from the site's general storehouse and headed on. The cashier gave me a laughable look. I get those a lot. I guess he wondered what I was doing there all by myself, in a passably sundress, with only a bag. I smiled and waved bye to him.

I set up bivouac near the backbone of the campground, following to someone else. They weren't there, but I could see smoke billowing up from their fire.

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

The beach was gorgeous. I walked for a dyad hours, standing by the trees, walking along the water, exploring really. There were muddy creeks that flowed into the ocean. I looked around, watching hiss scoop down and get fish. I felt at peace.

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

***

On my drive back home from the college enlistment in Miami, my mind pretty much made up that's where I wanted to attend, my parent's car broke down. It was a mate hours north of Miami in a swampy, middle of nowhere, domain.

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

I needed to ascertain a payphone. I was getting hot in the midday sun. I couldn't sit there in the car and James Cook. I had to visit my parents, then get it towed somewhere. I got out and walked on the quiet back road. I was stopped a few min later.

"Miss ? You ok, honey ?"a blackness man rolled down his window.

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

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

I laughed,"You're not ugly !"

"I'm old though."

"Well, sorta."

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

"free people ?"

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

"President Hoover ? Like the vacuum cleaner uncontaminating ?"I joked.

"Hey, you got that right !"

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

We approached drone ballpark where Hoover lived, he spoke in hushed tonicity 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 good. You can snub it and channelize on into the trailer there and wait for your car, or you can join in on the fun. It's up to you, Miss."

"Um, ok,"I was confused.

"Follow me. feeling unblock 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 present moment later. Fear faded, replaced with curiosity then joy at the sight 40 base away from me.

My mouth dropped as I watched three clean adult female, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a fire getting fucked by a group of pitch-black men. One was tied to a tree, getting yield from behind. Another on her back on a bench, a black man on top. The third squatting up and down on a shaft, while jacking off two others.

I took a dance 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 clock 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, head on dorsum, turn away."

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't aught illegal here, early than nakedness outside a planetary house. There's a jolly petty white cop that doesn't give us any problem. These women asked us to do this."

"Hoover,"I turned to face him, glaring at him."I want every exclusive one of you to screw me."

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

There I was, 18 years old, Spring rift of my final year of high school in my second base mob bang.

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

"Harder !"I'd yell.

I had a shaft in each hand, in each hole, my face eventually covered in cum.

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

They tied me to a tree. The trounce me with whang. Later they penetrated me anally.

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

After midnight, having forgotten to call my parents, I limped to Hoover's drone. When I entered it, I fell to my knees, partly exhausted, but partly weakened by the longsighted, most beautiful disgraceful dick I'd ever seen.

Herbert 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 mouthpiece and pussy salivating. I climbed onto his fold-out couch, grabbed that old Black person pecker, and fucking worshipped it.

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

When that matter entered me, I shook and spasmed. It was the near cock I'd ever had and would stay so for many, many years.

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

I did my topper to turn on him, but couldn't fit his entire length in. Luckily, my arse had been broken in earlier. That yearn dick slid veracious in all the way. I felt like he was in my belly. I watched him rub my bosom and tummy while I sat on him, his hammer in my ass all the way.

"Glad you having a secure time. We love to have fun here,"President Hoover said. I could feel his putz vellication in my stomach.

"I want to come back. I want to travel to again. I'm going to the University of Miami this evenfall. I want to confab you."

"well by all means, 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 sex for another hour or so, John Edgar Hoover filling my belly with cum. I fell asleep in his arms.

A few hours later, Hoover got out of bed, waking me up in the procedure. I watched the erstwhile man leave the poke. 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 wood. We sat there holding hands, naked, warmed by the fire.

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

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

"How long have you lived here ?"

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

"And the women ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By fortuity. Started by helping a squeamish white Lady out, long, long ago with a flatcar tyre. Probably well before you were born. Don't know what it was. Maybe she was infelicitous in her spousal relationship, maybe she just wanted to try out, but she came back here and undressed for me. I was a Pres Young man, I was nervous, but I took caution of her flat tyre and her later that day. Word must've bed covering. Over the twelvemonth we've had good smattering of white cleaning woman cease by for a weekend here and there."

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

That other forenoon by the bonfire, 18 long time old, driving back from Miami on Spring disruption, Hoover mated with me. I became pregnant with his child.




-4-

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

I left many things at home on this hitchhiking trip. Would I manipulate hoi polloi to get what I need ? A ride, nutrient, fire ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as manipulation. I saw it as making a friend.

I was alone on the beach. I felt like going bare, but decided against it. Mainly because I saw somebody and his dog in the space. As I walked closer, I saw a bleak man fishing in a brook. He pulled out a net with crab in it.

"Hi !"I startled him.

"Ma'am,"he nodded.

"Catching some dinner ?"

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

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

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

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

He was onetime than Hoover when I first met him. Probably deep 60s. His hair was whiten, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a younger Patrick White woman in a skimpy bikini talking to him. I didn't see a ringing on his finger when he was showing me the net, explaining how to cast it. He gave me a detailed lesson. He stood behind me, putting my arms into placement, and helped me throw the net. I smiled and clapped when it landed successfully near where he advised.

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

I told him I was hitchhiking to southern Florida, mentioning an old Friend passed away. He questioned if it was prophylactic for me to hitch. I told him I had a extra protagonist along with me and I knew how to fire it. He understood, saying it was good that a passably white lady protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

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

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

"Yep,"I beamed.

"fountainhead, I tell you what, come on over and I'll cook up some of this fish and crabmeat for you. voice skillful ?"

"Sounds marvelous, Willie."

***

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

I was at the mall one day, looking at promenade dresses, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the black scholar at schoolhouse used me for sex. But for some cause, no one asked me yet. Maybe they got tired of me. I didn't know.

I walked along and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a comrade face, however, the rest 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 specs anymore. I did a threefold take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

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

"Good, good. Been awhile."

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

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

"Yeah,"I smiled.

"You shopping for prom dresses ?"

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

"Ah, sorry to pick up 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 sang-froid, Bea. Now we'll know person 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 bathroom, sitting on a toilet, hastily unzipping Reymond's shorts. He was leaning over, kissing me.

I pulled his wickedness skinned cock out."Oh shag,"I whispered before devouring it.

"Mmm, Bea,"he ran his men through my hair's-breadth.

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

"I got it,"he said, pulling my jersey off. I removed my underdrawers and panty, and hopped in his arms.

"You can engage care of me in college, and I'll take care of you. No serious human relationship. Sex buddies,"I said, the heartbreak Donald Robert Perry Marquis caused still stung a bit.

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

"Ah roll in the hay !"I cried out in the john.

"volition you go to the promenade with me ?"I asked, while bouncing.

"Mine is the like night, I got a date. But for you, for this pussy, I'd cancel on her,"He said.

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

"Reymond, stop, hold,"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 suspension. My parents are going to freak out."

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

I laughed and kissed him."conjecture not."




-5-

"Mmm, yummy !"I finished up the last piece of crabby person 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 dark minimum,"he said.

"Yep. What about you ?"

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

"I'll stop in Jacksonville."

"Ah. right over the border. I can shoot you there,"Willie offered.

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

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

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

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

"Mmhmm. Well, Willie, um -"

"You headed to bed ?"

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

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

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

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

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

***

Reymond and I went to the promenade. We stayed a little while, danced some, but left early so we could make love. His parents were at some event really late, so we went to his house a few school district over.

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

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

speechmaking of my parents, they made me reach the baby up for espousal. I told them over the summertime. I could've argued with them, saying it was ironic they sent me to Miami by myself to deal with college business, yet they are forcing me to hand up a child and not recruit it like an adult.

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

At college Reymond and I had sex three fourth dimension a day. I abandoned my dorm, staying with him and his roommate. We did it in the morning, in the cascade 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 lily-white guy, must've been jealous. He always blushed around me.

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

I had the sister just before Thanksgiving Break. It came a little betimes. I couldn't smell at the child. I closed my heart, bust streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the child would be secure off.

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

It was around this clip, he started getting busier with early student. There were several bloodless little girl he rotated. One of the was a prof. I think she was married. I walked in on her riding Reymond in his dorm room. I apologized and backed out. I ran into another smuggled student I'd fuck before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was busy 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 entire calendar week there. I was naked the whole time. Cum was splattering on my dresser, tummy, back, face on the hour all day and night. I slept with Hoover when I finally tired.

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

soph, Jr, and fourth-year class springiness Breaks were spent with Herbert Hoover inside me.

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

In my elder year I developed a stable of respective 12 newcomer. They were my computer backup. I taught those bozo a lot. There were quite a few three ways with them. By the clip I graduated college, they were gabardine woman pleasers for sure.

Before graduation, all of them, fucked me in one night. It was my fourth and magnanimous ring bam yet.

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

College ended. Reymond and I lost striking. Last I heard he and his older, white wife, were still together. I was disappointed in Reymond when all that went down. I didn't like the fact she left her husband. It was yet another grounds I only had sex sidekick - less drama, less painfulness, more fun.

***

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

The aplomb Nox air felt wondrous. My mammilla were hard, my clit still tingling from several hours of sex with Willie. I thought of Eric, filling me with cum, holding me.

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

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



-6-

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

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

"You gon na get in more difficulty than me from crabbing if you get caught walking around like that,"he joked.

"Maybe, so,"I smiled at him.

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

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

I watched Willie whiplash out his put up cock. My eyes widened seeing the dog hungrily lick his shaft."One sec, daughter,"Willie stood, removing his pant.

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

"Our minuscule 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, girl,"he spanked my ass.

I became an fauna, a dog in rut, like the High German Shepherd. Perhaps the love of black cock transcends species.

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

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

"Ugh, good girls, good girls,"Willie patted out backs.

Willie stood up, grabbed his pants and headed to the tent. His dog was licking my face, my mouth, her glossa going in between my rim to seek for every shoemaker's last driblet. I opened my mouth letting her get in there for more.

The dog finished up, all the ejaculate licked up, and take the air 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 first day, became involved sexually with the man that hired me.

St. Jerome was his epithet. He'd fuck me in his office sometimes. We'd take lunch together, having sex in his car. After work, we'd meet up for deglutition, and he'd spend the night at my apartment or I'd stay at his.

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

I attended events with Jerome. He'd introduce me to respective rapper. sure, I'd coquette, give them my number, 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 actual figure. I never learned of his genuine name. Either way, he called me a few nights after an event Hieronymus and I attended.

I met up with the rapper a couple nighttime later for boozing. We talked, I went back to his space, and we fucked.

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

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

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

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

Big varlet was having a party after the waiver of his young record album. I wasn't the only gabardine girl there. several others were sucking pecker on a couch, or a chair. It was great. I felt I was at home.

Big Rascal fucked me pretty laborious outside the penthouse suite, overlooking Los Angeles.

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

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

It was long, orgasm and cum-filled night.

The following evening, I was on top of Big imp in his huge bed. He was rubbing his custody all over my mamilla. We were chatting a bit.

"Girl, you got the topper puss 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 spirit him. I didn't what he was talking about.

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

"assistance me with what, baby ?"

"You're especial. You know it. You know what you good at. You trade good at workin'black dick. You feel me ?"

"Well, yeah, but -"

"This guy can help you reach your maximum potential. I want you to blab out to him. I want you to get a line him out. I want you to keep an outdoors mind. You feel me ?"he asked yet again.

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

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

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

I got off Big varlet, 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 strip guild, or an bodyguard military service. I shrugged and figured I'd give him a call at least.

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

"Mmm, so good,"I moaned, leaning my fountainhead 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 spirit, it'd be the finally time he had me."I feel you,"he whispered.




-7-

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

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

Killa'D was quite a specimen, not someone that matched his moniker. He was dressed in a suit and tie, had a gold watch, rings, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a trimmed beard his face. I assumed he went to the Barber each week or even more. I was a footling shy at first gear. My figured he was a high-end ponce.

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

"My Friend, Big Rascal, told me about you. He and I go back a long time. Back when we were in the strong-armer, working to get out. I trust him very much."

I nodded, looking around the way. It wasn't crowded, a few nigrify men here and there, with white stemmer giving lap terpsichore.

"He told me you really bonk how to lick a black tool. He said you use that pussy, them titty, that ass, and that rima oris of yours expertly on a dick,"Killa D explained.

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

"Black men. I understand,"He reached to his pocket taking out a line card."Let me ease your nous a bit. I'm not a pimp. I'm not asking you to be a stripper, though if you wanted to, you could go up there and trip the light fantastic toe - the coach wouldn't mind. I'm not asking you to be an escort. feel at my company's name. acknowledge it ?"

I took the board, reading the name."whiteness 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 interracial adult production troupe,"he answered."Big knave said you'd be a perfect fit."

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

"That's right. interracial porn. I started the company a X ago. It's one of the high-pitched grossing porn electrical distributor in the world - specifically, like I said, interracial pornography. He told me you could be my adjacent big star,"Killa D said.

"I don't know about that. I mean,"I looked around the room and leaned in closer."I sleep and have slept with a lot of black guys, but filming pornography, that's different."

"I understand. That's why it's a lot to consider. You'd have to reckon of a stage gens. You'd have to get tested regularly - which my ship's company enforces and salary for. Then of course, there's the surreptitious. You probably couldn't say your family, your protagonist and neighbour. There's stereotypes that go along with it."

"Stereotypes,"I repeated, thinking back to in high spirits schooltime.

"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 black pecker, when not get paid to express that love to others ?"he asked.

I bit my prat lip. A ecdysiast around my age came over to say hello to Killa D.

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

"Yeah,"she circled played with his tie.

"Who you with tonight ?"

"Rob,"she frowned.

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

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

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

"Can I at least think about it ?"

"Please do."

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

He smiled at me and extended his hand.

***

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

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

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

He put me to sleep. I fell asleep on him in his picture Beverly Hills home. It was the first base time sex made me light asleep. sure as shooting I'd eventually go to bed after long nights, but this, the act itself, was so thoroughly, I was out moth-eaten in minutes.

The next morning, he cooked me breakfast. We laid out by the consortium, 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 agent, getting me office, finding other performer to solve with. He even suggested I could strip or escort if I wanted to on the English ; like other smut stars he managed. He said I could bestow in a lot of money escorting respective professional jock around - then sleeping with them of course.

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

I stayed with him the rest of the day, all night, and on into the next afternoon. We fucked pretty very much the whole metre. It was Lord's Day afternoon when I left. I had to work the adjacent day. He said have a week to retrieve about it and that he'd telephone call me the following Friday Nox.

I learned that Killa'D was unawares for orca 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 total way. When we arrived I finished him off, swallowing his load, 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 prospicient way, thought of Eric mostly, daydreaming about one day taking trips like this with him, fucking the intact time.

I stopped and ate an early dinner at a beachside café, then headed back to the room. My plan for the even was to go to a gild, happen a black guy, and bring him back to my room for the night - something I've done many times.

A call to my babe, Bella, changed that.

I put on a tiny, yellow dress, my bosom practically hanging out. ripe before I went out I decided to phone and ensure on her and Eric.

"Hello ?"she answered, her back talk sounded full of something.

"Bella ?"

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

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

"naught much, just getting ready to go out for the night."

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

"trade good. You're sucking his pecker, aren't you ?"

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

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

I heard Bella pass off deeply into the telephone set,"Oh ass, I love this thing."more than sucking sounds.

"Can I let the cat out of the bag to him please ?"

"Sure, sure. Hey where are you ?"

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

Bella resumed sucking all over it."I love mordant tool,"I heard her say as the earphone traveled to Eric.

"Bea,"he answered.

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

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

"She's taking tutelage of you ?"

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

"Oh, Eric. I can't wait to get back home. We'll 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 lifespan,"Eric said. We chatted another minute, then hung up.

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

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

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

"hold !"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 undershirt."Dayron"it read.

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

"Um, 10pm."

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

"What for ?"he asked.

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

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

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

***

I was a pornstar for seven, long years.

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

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

He put his boozing down and started undressing."Got an resolution for me ?"

"testament you look out for me, will you take care 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 week notice the succeeding day. Jerome bent me over his desk and fucked me one lowest meter. 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 nighttime back at Killa'D's, we talked about my new life history. He asked if I wanted to initiate little, do a few scenes here and there. He asked if I wanted to do anal only. Or if I was into BDSM. I said no to all of that.

I told him I want my first-class honours degree aspect to be ambitious, insane, and really take in a mark - a crew bang.

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

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

I felt at rest home doing porn - like it was my fortune. It wasn't always easy, the hours could be rough, the stance weren't always comfy, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were girlfriend with drug problem, pappa government issue, abusive pasts, and so on. I didn't have any of those trouble. I genuinely love sex with blacks and I got paid to do it.

I did several volumes of moving picture series. It was here I used the term Afrosexual to describe myself. White hellcat marketed me as such too.

Every day, all day, was sex on film. At night it was sex with Killa'D and several dissimilar male performing artist I befriended.

I striped and escorted too. I was making tons of money. I also kept this life a hole-and-corner.

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

I saw Bella being double-teamed by two fateful men in the kitchen. She was covering her mouth to go along quiet.

My oldest Sister married a sinister man. She gained a stepson. He and I had sex on social function.

All the fair sex in my family, except perhaps for my mother, loved dark cock. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to tell apart them of my job. They all thought I still worked at a selling company.

I hardly ever got home much in my 20s. Filming, stripping, escorting, fucking was an daily, no weekends, no breaks, 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 recall how many times I was tempted to bring her into the porno industry, especially after seeing how ravenous she was with black men.

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

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

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

Sometimes alcohol was involved. Sometimes the men would hap out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a result, More secret that only she and I know were created with each other. Secret Night of passion and get it on developed between sisters. Perhaps fitting for another narrative.

I was tested once a week. I was dependable. But I was very, very run down.

On my 28 natal day, I worked a bachelor-at-arms party. I stripped, danced, and flirted with the smutty men there. It led to a small gang bang of 10.

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

White hellcat started shooting girl-on-girl stuff too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job description. Pussy and black cock was all I did for the last two years of my career. By the time I was 30, I needed something different.



-9-

This 20-year-old hotel employee, Dayron, really gave it to me thoroughly. He stayed the Nox with me and because he didn't have work the next day, he stayed all day and another dark. He got up the side by side daybreak, got dressed for the first meter 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 quarter round out.

Did working in the porn industry cut me out ? I think it did. It was nonstop. If I wasn't filming all day, I was escorting and stripping at dark. The sole holiday, if I could even promise it that, were two buddy, buying me for a week over the years. They took me to versatile tropical hangout. We had sex the all time, it was great, but again it wasn't a rattling vacation. I wanted to go someplace where I wasn't paid to fuck. a great deal like this hitchhiking head trip. If I have sex along the way, large, but I'm not working.

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

I turned around and waved. A young Negroid guy, looked out the window."Hey yo ! Girl you need a drive ?"

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

"Aight, get in. Where you going ?"

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

"red cent, yo, that's a long way. cocksucker. 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 boob.

I nodded, pulling my bikini top aside.

"You read my mother fuckin'mind, 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 work ?"he immediately went for his stopcock, pulling it out.

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

It took me back to all the parties Killa'D would throw off. I'd be fucking him and all his boy. Even Big varlet and his posse showed up. I'd be bouncing on his shaft, while his latest unity was blasting through the speakers.

Those were fun metre during my porn life history, but it was constant. There was no intermission, no reprieve, invariable work.

When I told Killa'D I wanted to draw back, he was saddened, but understood. He offered Thomas More money, a new car, everything. I had my legs wrapped around him while he slammed his stopcock into me, telling me what he'd give me to hit me stay. Cars, money, clothes, jewelry, all of it wouldn't keep me on. He even offered himself, saying he'd kick in up all the other white women he slept with in party favor of only me.

I said no thanks.

"dialogue"lasted various sidereal day in his bed. My final reply was still no.

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

There as only one thing I needed to do.

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

He was getting on up in old age, but I cared for him and everyone else. I never left the house trailer parkland. I was basically a nudist.

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

That time with Hoover made me think of things. I thought about what to do with my spirit. Could I live a normal life ? Could I settle down and get married ? Maybe even have a child the right way ? I had no idea. But I needed and wanted to try.

I flew back to LA at the end of the summer. I made fun of myself, thinking my colon was stretched out inside me thanks to Hoover's long prick. All that anal retentive sex with him, mmm, it was so amazing.

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

I got married.

***

"Ah fuck, yeah, sister. You workin'that dick good !"my newest driver, Andre, told me."I'll drive yo sexy ass anywhere you want."

We were about an time of day Second Earl of Guilford of the trailer common. I was naked in the passenger position of Andre's car. I felt so sexy sucking his dick with all that rap music in the screen background.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know, but I got ta -"

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

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

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

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

That young, black hood must've felt like a king. He was sitting on a toilet, relaxing, doing his clientele, while a Theodore Harold White woman sucked his tool.

I straddled him next, sitting on his shaft while respective crap dropped in the toilet. I ignored the smell and used my body for what it does best ; giving pleasure to melanise 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 lavatory. We were in there so long an employee had to follow check on us.

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

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

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

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

***

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

Simone was tall, not eubstance detergent builder muscular, but very tone, and of course of study, black.

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

I didn't slumber with him after the inaugural day of the month. I told myself to wait a bit. He was very saucy, very hot ; I wanted to hold a adept opinion. I didn't want him to call up I was a slut. I never told him about my erotica calling.

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

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

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

I lied. I looked to his face, running my quarter round across his lips and shook my head.

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

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

It was hot and heavy for various calendar month. It moved incredibly fast. Herbert A. Simon seemed ok with this, letting me prompt in with him after only three months of dating.

At the six-month bull's eye, he finished eating out my puss and climbed on top of me, sliding his cock where his tongue was.

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

I answered without thinking.

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

One month later, he filled for abrogation and kicked me out of his theater.

And that was that. That was that. He found out from a friend I did porn. I'm guessing they recognized me. Simon went berserker, calling me a liar, a fancy woman. I sat on the bed, call, agreeing with him.

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

I moved in with Bella temporarily. I didn't evidence her the reason for the invalidation. She consoled me, but I knew what I really needed. Within a couple time of day I booked her and myself a flight of steps to Everglade State. I took her to conform to Hoover. She left a week later, limping and smiling, kissing everyone there goodbye. I stayed for the residual of the summertime.

When I returned, I got a job working at an art gallery. I moved out of Bea's to my own spot, and focused on myself for the first fourth dimension in a long prison term. There were no gang bangs, no random hook ups every dark - just me, relaxing, spending prison term with Bella, and making new, non-porn diligence, friends.




-10-

Andre dropped me off at the entrance of President Hoover's trailer park. I kissed him good day. As he sped off, I removed my Bikini and walked naked inside.

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

"He's in here,"his soon motioned me to keep up. I took his arm, walking by a few early Caucasian cleaning lady, scattered about, nude sculpture, come to pay their respects.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stopped smiling."Always ready to please a Elwyn Brooks White Lady,"I said.

"Yup. Probably at the chopper 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 William Henry Hoover's shirt, adjusted the collar. I thought about the just times the father of my child and I experienced - the Spring Breaks and summer of sex. I whispered a thank you for all the joy he gave me, for allowing me to give nativity to a fry and dedicate the minor to a deserving and loving family.

I moaned when my handwriting met his erection. It was hard as a rock'n'roll. I wanted to say goodbye to not just J. Edgar Hoover, but the instrument of so a lot pleasure.

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

I leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip. It was cold as I expected. I kissed it again. The buss became sensual licks along the shaft. My finger found my button, rubbing it while kissed and licked John Edgar Hoover's hammer - one last time. I thought about climbing on top of him and making dearest to his trunk, cumming all over his big cock as a final send off. There was movement and talking right outside the lagger. I zipped up his bloomers, and tucked him back in, my saliva coating his dick.

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

Several former white women arrived. It led to an bacchanal which lasted a few mean solar day. The early woman left, leaving me exclusively with them all. The orgy then of course became a gang bang.

All 60 minutes of the night, day, I was fucked by those men - just like when I was 18 and there for the first time. It was American bittersweet, the second best Negroid tool 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 Hoover. It was still incredible.

A few Clarence Day later, I put on my bikini. John Edgar Hoover's son offered to exact me to Miami. I'd stay there, relax, visit friends, then prepare to channelise home to Eric. There we would talk about everything.

Before Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his bank building account. In the bank parking lot, in his car, he thanked me with his stopcock. I didn't know if it was enough, but I had plenty in preservation from my porno career. They could use the money to inhume President Hoover, maybe fix up the parkland if need be, get new fomite, whatever they wanted.

He left and I hit the beach for a little while before checking into the hotel I reserved.

The next day, I did more of the same ; laying out, tanning, swimming. I visited a protagonist in the field, we went out to dinner and so on. It was all very cultivate compared to the previous stops on my trip.

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

I knew what he meant. I felt the Good Book on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't say them. Not yet. I was scared, I needed to opine. If I was going to enter a sober committed family relationship, much less with an 18-year-old, soulmate or not, I had to do it right.

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

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




-11-

He wasn't alone. He was with his wife, the same college professor, that left her hubby for Reymond. She was certainly erstwhile, 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 hefty and better than ever. I stood watching him with his married woman, my rima oris hung open. tinker's dam, he looked ripe.

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

He didn't realise me at first. Maybe it was the lighting, my pilus, I don't know."Reymond,"I smiled at him.

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

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

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

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

"Look at you !"I swatted his huge arm. His married woman was so very lucky to give birth a sexy, big disastrous man. I did, for a short while - Simon, but that didn't shoemaker's last.

My mind drifted to Eric future. Perhaps I did have a sexy, big Black man all to myself. I simply needed to institutionalise and induce it functionary.

The three of us talked on and on for a pair hours. Reymond never left Miami after college. He and his wife married a year after graduating. I told him I was in LA for a long clock time and recently moved to Charleston, Confederate States Carolinas of all places. I told him an older sister has a business firm there by the beach and invited all of us. I couldn't say no.

I told him I paid my respects to a Quaker 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 pain me.

Near the end of the eve, 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 steer home base. You got any plans ? We can go catch up."

"taking into custody up ?"I asked."I thought we were."

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

"How long ?"

"A few class. We've met many terrific friends. I love her with all my heart, if she meets a squeamish guy and wants to have fun, she can. If I run into an old acquaintance from gamy school and college, and I want to have fun, then I can."

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

"She doesn't. We were at the order looking for couples or new friends anyway. We were getting set up to leave when you tapped my shoulder."

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

"Thanks."

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

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

"Yep, I worked in merchandising,"I told the true statement, tempted to differentiate Reymond about my porn vocation."Got married, didn't employment out."

"Aww, sorry to discover that."

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

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

"Soulmates,"I thought of Eric.

"The good thing is that her ex-husband, moved on, remarried, had Kid. 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 unseasonable, and I was sorry. By that point he already remarried. He wasn't warm, he didn't shake off my script, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how fortune works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really mature of you."

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

"kind of."

"Heh, sort of ?"

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

"Black ?"

"Yep."

"An honest-to-god, sexy, cougar preying on youthful black men,"he joked.

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

"Maybe he's your soulmate."

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

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

"Reymond,"I blushed.

He tipped my chin and slowly kissed my lips.

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

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

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

"Inside,"he said.

At the pes of the bed, I watched him slowly remove his shirt, revealing his sexy, drear soundbox. I slowly pulled my dress away from my breasts, sliding it downwards. I stepped forward, running a script over his breast, while the early worked his belt and pants.

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

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

Stepping out of his pants, his cock as big as ever, I guided him his dorsum on the bed. I kissed and licked my up his body. My oral cavity started at his second joint, then his splendid prick, I licked and kissed his abs, his breast, my chest sliding across is perfect tense black body. My back talk found his, his pecker found my pussy and we got it on.

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

It all moved in easy motion. My groan were longer, his cock slid in and out of me in tardily 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 puss. I arched my book binding, tweaking my nipples when his tongue entered me, gathering up my fluids to try out. Oh fuck, my dead body turned to liquid.

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

Hours later, his hand on my potbelly, his cock in deep, my script 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 variety of man, he's lucky too."

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

The next morning in the shower, he was holding my tit, kissing my cervix while pushing his peter in thick.

"Get home safe. It was bully seeing you,"he said, hugging me good-bye. I checked out of the hotel and Reymond's married woman picked us up. She took me to a car rental spot. I didn't want to hitch habitation, I wanted to drive there so I could get to Eric faster.

I was there in my other dress, a unsubdivided white one, making out with her husband, Reymond. When our ruttish 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 auf wiedersehen 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 estimation of me and my sisters living together in a huge beach house.

Of course, meeting Eric made things even better.

I called Bella when I pulled into the arm. She and Eric were at the beach. She told me to descend get him, she'd have him quick 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 supply, my dress still on."Out the way, gripe !"I pushed my baby away and jumped in Eric's limb, kissing him like looney.

"Hey ! piece of tail you, bitch !"Bella called out to me.

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

We fucked in the doorway, we fucked in the living room, on the sofa, on the storey, 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 calls from his parents. I nearly passed out from climaxing so much. When he had to pee, he scooped me up, took me to the exhibitioner, slid his cock out of me and relieve oneself all over me. I turned the cascade on, got back in his arms, and we kept fucking.

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

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

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

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

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

***

Here I am, the side by side day. Eric went home, hung out with his parents after a few 60 minutes nap, yadda yadda yadda, he snuck back over here last-place Nox.

We didn't have sex all night. We couldn't ; too sore and tired from the previous night. We took our clip, took it slack, 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 luxuriously school, college, Herbert Hoover, having a child, moving to LA. I told him all about my hitchhiking trip-up. Then I told him I was a pornography adept for seven, farseeing years. He laughed, saying that was awesome.

"No admiration, you so upright working my dick, lady friend !"He laughed and squeezed me sozzled. I thought it was because he was a untested, 18-year-old, that thought the idea of being with a other erotica star was cool. Either way, he was mulct with it.

I told him almost all of my mystery. Except one, the one only Bella and I percentage. Maybe in due fourth dimension, in the midst of a passionate threeway perhaps, her and I worshipping his body, it'd shimmy out. Maybe he'd be capable to estimate 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 tone, how we felt a soulmate association.

Losing my virginity to Reymond, Marquis being my high schooltime mantrap and dumping me, meeting Hoover and the entire trailer green - none were as honorable as Eric.

My first boss, Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus, in LA, Big Rascal and all his male child, all the pro athletes I escorted and of course, Killa'D and the countless porn wiz I worked with - non were as great as Eric.

Even my ex Simon the Zealot, along with the recent sexual meeting. Camping with Willie, the five-day Dayron ass fest in Jacksonville, big dicked goon, Andre - none were as utter as Eric.

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

I notice his ears are the same shape as mine. His optic look a little care mine too. His mentum and jawline flavour like something I've seen before - perhaps on an Uncle long ago.

I kiss his lips. Is he my recollective deep in thought baby I gave up for adoption ? Am I his mother ? Did I just so find to move here, meet him, and become romantically convoluted with the adult child Hoover gave me at age 18 ?

I am 36 now, 18 year aged than Eric. I giggle, kissing his lips over and over. He sits up, kissing me concentrated, holding me.

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

The end .