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How I Became a Whore For BBC!!!! Awesome story fro
Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Interracial Sex, Author: kevin_long, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
not worry about it. "After all I got to see your panties," he remarked "and it's only fair that you got to see what I have." I tried to speak but nothing came out except, "That cant be real." He said "I promise, sweetheart, it is." Embarrassed, excited, and confused I told him that I had to shower and get cleaned up since I had to leave soon. I went upstairs to my room and had a chance to catch my breath and relax. "Wow, that really must be something else to experience," I thought. "I guess it is true what they say about black guys." I headed into the bathroom to shower. I took a long, hot shower although I probably should have take a cold shower. I was still turned on and decided to rub my pussy to help relieve some of the excitement. As I stepped out of the shower the black man was standing there waiting for me, and he grabbed me and started to kiss me. I tried to fight him off and screamed for him to leave me alone. He growled, "I know you want it, and you know you want it so just stop pretending." I screamed and fought more, but he didn't even really seem to be struggling to keep me under his control. I told him I was married and that he should let me go or I would call the cops. He replied curtly, "Once I'm done with you, you'll just want more and will be begging for it." I started to realize that no matter how much I struggled and fought that I wasn't going to win, and I thought that maybe if I stopped ... fighting he would loosen his grip and I could get away. He started to kiss me again and I turned my head away. He took one hand off my waist and smacked me across the face and told me to knock it off. "I saw you looking at my dick, and I saw your reaction, bitch, and you want it and your going to love it," he snapped. He tried to kiss me, and I let him this time. I didn't really kiss back until he touched my pussy. It sent a shiver through my body, and I started to respond to his kisses and kiss him back. He led me by the hand back to the master bedroom. I said "Please, we can't make love on my marriage bed - I love my husband." He sat me on the edge of the bed and said, "Don't worry babe, we aren't going to be making love - you are about to get fucked by a black man. We don't make love, not to white sluts." "I am not a slut," I protested. "I have only ever had sex with my husband." His reply was that I was in for a big treat. He kissed me again, and I was starting to resign myself to the fact that I was about to get ****d by this huge black man. He was standing in front of me bent over as we kissed. He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick outside his pants and moved my hand up and down to make me rub it. It felt so damn big. I couldn't believe they even got that size, and I began to wonder if it would even fit inside me. It felt about as long and thick as a 16 oz water bottle. As I was rubbing his cock I realized his hand was no longer ...