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"Oh, Lucy,"
I gasped. Another picture showed her sucking on a big, black
dick while the second man fucked her, and another showed her
with cum all over her face.
"They used me like a
whore, Kathy, and I loved every minute of it," she smiled.
"I never felt more like a woman in my life, it was
fantastic." I had to struggle to keep my hands away from my
now-wet pussy. "You've gotta do it, Kathy," she said,
"at least once."
I went home and masturbated on
my bed, imagining the long black cocks penetrating me. I even
bought a big, black dildo and used it feverishly, sweating as I
frigged myself to orgasm. I squatted in front of the mirror with
the huge, black plastic penis protruding from my slit, and I
even shaved all the hair off my pussy so I could see it better.
I tried to take it anally, but it stretched me terribly, and I
couldn't get up the nerve to force the head in that one last
inch or so.
I found myself looking at black
men on the street, wondering how big their cocks were. It always
excited me. I went to the bar one night to maybe score on a
brainless, white hunk. I had on a skirt and some thigh-highs and
panties. Two black men sat at the bar, drinking. They bought me
a drink and tried to make conversation, but I was self-conscious
and didn't say much. I went in the bathroom and threw water on
my face. I knew I was close to doing it...real close. I even
slipped my panties off and put them in my purse, my shaved pussy
wet and ready.
"Ok," I thought,
"let's do it." I went back to the bar and sat next to
them, talking animatedly, flashing a lot of thigh when I crossed
my legs. They smiled at each other, smiled at me, finished their
drinks and got up to leave.
"Wait," I said,
"Where you going, the night's still young? Let me buy you
guys a drink." I could hear the slight tone of desperation
in my voice. I wanted to do it, and now.
"Maybe some other time,
sweetheart," one of them said, and they left. My first
reaction was anger.
"How dare them," I thought, and then I was
humiliated at the thought of practically throwing myself at
them, only to be dropped like a hot potato. I sipped my drink,
squeezing my thighs together, and I had to leave. I went home
alone and masturbated with my black dildo. A few nights later I
went to a different bar, a bar with a little rougher clientele.
I left my panties at home this time, and I was naked under my
dress except for the stockings.
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