My husband usually writes these actual happenings in our relationship but has asked if I would write it this time because I could explain it in more detail. He is right about that as I am the one that gives head to those fatty-cocked black bulls. You women out there that are reading this should not judge until you try it. If you have a husband that is willing to have you do this, it will change your life. It did for me. I look forward to our encounters with thick, hung, droopy-dicked, beast-balled black men, and have even had some fly in from out of town to get head – most packing good heavy loads. Being the nasty-bitch whore-wife I am, I send them back home to their wives with empty sacks. We have even gotten emails sharing with us that their wives are upset that they couldn’t get it up even after a few days, and are wanting to know why. I give head so good they don’t want sex for a while. My husband doesn’t need to worry about me having sex with a niggerbeast, I would much rather have their cock in my mouth and cum in my throat. Deep in my throat. And coated on my face. I’m always on the search for the widest, longest, meatiest cock-load in the area, I must say that it is true about the size of their cocks, most are well hung, and dump ropes upon ropes to match.
Author: FacelessBlotch
Stolen 2: Lucky Day | Lead: Female | Tags: Virgin, College
I had not planned to end up in bed with Charles, but things like that just happen in college. Sperm of the moment. Uh. ^Spur.
I had gone to the dorm mixer the first week of class, despite being a junior. I was mostly there to watch the freshmen act amazed at their ‘first college party and check out the new talent. There were not many guys there, but one of them I knew from last year introduced me to Charles, grinning as he told me he was my type of guy. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that since Charles was okay-looking, but nothing special. Brown hair, average height, an okay body, I guess, but nothing special. He was not real talkative either, pretty shy. I assumed. I did dance with him three or four times since he was one of the few guys there, and as always, more girls wanted to dance than guys. He did not know how to dance but was enthusiastic, which was nice. So long as he didn’t make a fool of himself. I left the party pretty late since there were a lot of people to talk to, even if there were not enough guys. He left a bit before me. But as I was leaving through the exit, to my wing, there was Charles.