"MONSTER BLACK COCK DATE"!!!
My husband Terry has always had a fantasy about me being fucked by a black man, especially in the back of a van for some reason. He went on and on at me for ages to live out his fantasy, and I must admit, the thought of it had my juices flowing, so I decided to go along with it.

Terry said it would be a voyeur's dream to see a pretty white blonde like myself, taking a big black cock all the way up my pussy. This talk was really turning me on, and I was just as excited as he was about the whole thing. He eventually arranged for me to meet Andy, his work colleague.

Andy was gorgeous: young, fit, and very good-looking. We had a few drinks in a local bar, and it soon became clear to Andy just what we were there for.

I'd dressed just as Terry wanted, a blouse with no bra, short skirt and stockings, no knickers and high-heeled shoes.

In the bar, Andy soon had his hand running up and down my leg, and I could see that Terry was becoming more and more excited.

So, we made our way to the car park, where Terry had parked his work van in a secluded corner. Terry sat in the back, on a mattress he had put there, while Andy and I were kissing in the front. He was soon hard at work on my tits, sucking and nibbling on my nipples, while Terry sat staring at us. I couldn't really relax with him there, and his presence was a little inhibiting. But how do you tell your husband to go away because you want another man's cock in your pussy?

In the end, I had to tell him to go back to the bar for another half an hour, to let Andy and I become better acquainted.

Once Terry had gone, Andy really turned all his attention to me, pulling my blouse off and getting me really turned on. I spread my legs, and I could soon feel Andy's fingers plunging into my hot, wet pussy.

I felt his cock through his trousers, and felt along its length. He was a lot longer and thicker than Terry, and suddenly I realised that I had been missing something.

Andy told me to get in the back, and I quickly clambered over the seats. Within seconds I was on my back, my legs up over Andy's shoulders, and his huge cock in my hand. It was so fat I couldn't even get my fingers completely around it. I began to wonder if I could take the thing in my pussy.

I watched him slide back his foreskin to reveal a wicked looking purple helmet. I reached down and pulled him into me, rubbing his wet cock up and down between my wet pussy lips. Then he pushed into me, and I squealed as I felt my pussy open up to take him.

I drew my knees up beside my head to receive him fully into me. I was beyond the point of no return as he fucked himself fully into me.

Andy humped me hard, and I yelled with pleasure at every single thrust.

I looked briefly over his shoulder, and saw Terry's face looking in on us through the van's window. Just knowing he was so close and able to see me getting fucked brought me off, and my pussy slammed up against Andy's cock as he continued fucking me.

My pussy was stretched around his cock, and I was sliding backwards and forwards with the force of the deep fucking I was getting.

Andy gasped and panted as he began to come, and I felt his spunk shooting into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and held him there as he rocked, and unloaded the last of his spunk into me.

Andy unlocked the van doors and let Terry back in, then he lay beside me, kissing me, and asking if I'd enjoyed it. I could only moan in response.

Terry knelt between my knees, and I thought he wanted to fuck me too, but he stuck his head between my legs and began to lick my pussy. I bucked up under him as he sucked on my clit, and looked up to see Andy sporting a fresh erection, glistening with our combined love juices.

I pushed Terry to one side and eased Andy's cock back into my pussy, feeding it in quickly. He fucked me again, without mercy, and soon I had come so much, I didn't think I could take any more. But, just then, Andy's eyes glazed over, and I felt his cock pumping more of his wonderful seed into my pussy.

The whole time I was being fucked, Terry was furiously wanking his cock, and he had left a substantial amount of come on the mattress.

After a while, we tidied ourselves up, and Terry suggested we return to our house to carry on what we had started. Needless to say, I was very eager to do so, and fortunately, so was Andy.

To cut a long story short, Andy is now my full time lover, and Terry? Well, he wanks until his cock is bright red, and sometimes, I kiss it better for him, if Andy lets me.
 

"White American Wife Forced To Into Gangbang While Boyfriend Beaten & Watches"!!!

A night out on the town turned into a nightmare after an American woman was gang raped and beaten aboard a public transport van while her French boyfriend was handcuffed, hit with a crowbar and forced to watch the attacks, police said.

The incidents raise new questions about security in Rio, which has won kudos for its crackdown on once-endemic drug violence in preparation for hosting next year's football World Cup and the 2016 Summer Olympic games. The city also will be playing host to World Youth Day, a Roman Catholic pilgrimage that will be attended by Pope Francis and is expected to draw some 2 million people in late July.

 

'The victims described everything in great detail, mostly the sexual violence'

- Police Officer Rodrigo Brant

 

Three men aged 20 to 22 have been taken into custody in connection to the crime, which took place over six hours starting shortly after midnight Saturday, police said. The suspects have been accused of at least one similar attack, with a young Brazilian woman having come forward to say that she too was raped by the same men in the van on March 23, police said.

"The victims described everything in great detail, mostly the sexual violence," police officer Rodrigo Brant told the Globo TV network. "Just how they described the facts was shocking -- the violence and brutality. It surprised even us, who work in security and are used to hearing such things."

 

SUMMARY

A few minutes into the ride, the suspects forced the other passengers to get out of the van and then raped the female tourist inside the moving vehicle, police said. The woman was also beaten across the face, and the man was handcuffed and beaten, at one point with a metal crowbar.

 

The attack drew comparisons with the fatal December beating and gang rape of a young woman on a New Delhi bus in which six men beset a 23-year-old university student and male friend after they boarded a private bus. That attack touched off a wave of protests across India demanding stronger protection for women. Officials there say tourism has dropped in the country following the attacks.

On Tuesday, Brazilian police were quick to emphasize to reporters the rarity of Saturday's attack.

"These type of crimes committed against foreign tourists are very uncommon," said Alexandre Braga, the police officer leading the investigation.

Officials from the local Olympic and World Cup organizing committees didn't immediately respond to requests for comment about how the attack might affect their security precautions.

Braga said the two foreigners, who were in Brazil as students, took a public transport van similar to those often used as a faster alternative to the city's bus fleet. The pair were heading from Rio's Copacabana beach neighborhood to the nightlife hot spot of Lapa in downtown Rio.

A few minutes into the ride, the suspects forced the other passengers to get out of the van and then raped the female tourist inside the moving vehicle, Braga said. The woman was also beaten across the face, and the man was handcuffed and beaten, at one point with a metal crowbar.

The three suspects took turns behind the wheel, driving the van to Rio's sister city of Niteroi where they went on a spending spree with the foreigners' credit cards.

Once they hit the limit on both cards, spending around $500 at gas stations and convenience stores, the suspects drove the pair back to Rio, where the foreigners were staying, and forced the woman to fetch another credit card, Braga said.

Although she was alone, she didn't call the police or alert anyone, Braga said, "because the young man was still under the suspects' control and she feared something even worse might happen to him."

The two were ultimately dumped by the side of a highway near the city of Itaborai, some 50 kilometers from Rio. After they managed to make it to an unidentified country's consulate, officials took the two to the special police delegation that specializes in crimes against foreigners. The young woman has returned to the U.S., while the man remains in Rio to help with the investigations, Braga said.

"The victims recognized the three without a shadow of a doubt," Braga said.

The Brazilian woman who said she had also been raped by the suspects last month recognized media images of the alleged attackers and contacted police. Another foreigner has said she'd been robbed by one of the three suspects, police said.

Investigators are reviewing police databases to determine whether the three might have been involved in other crimes.

Two of the suspects have confessed to Saturday's attack, while the third denies any responsibility, Braga said.

"They do not show any repentance," he said. "They are quite indifferent, cold."

The suspects rented the van, which seats about a dozen people and has dark tinted windows, from the vehicle's owner, who police say is not suspected of any involvement in the crime. Though they apparently had authorization to transport passengers in Niteroi and neighboring Sao Goncalo, the suspects were not allowed to operate the van in Rio, Braga said.

"It appears they worked in transportation and sometimes engaged in crimes," said Braga.

Many in Rio know of such van services for their precarious safety conditions and reckless driving, as well as their links to organized crime. Some vans are linked to militias largely composed of former police and firemen that control large swaths of the city's slums and run clandestine transportation and other services. In general, tourists avoid the vans and opt for regular buses or taxis.

Foreigners are more often the targets of muggings and petty crime in Rio, with assaults a particular problem on public transit. Last year, a woman was raped on a moving bus in broad daylight in a widely publicized case, and the Rio subway has special women-only cars to help prevent such attacks.

 
 

"I FINALLY ATE SOME WHITE PUSSY"!
Well I was younger, much younger, my friend was having a small house party. Everyone was hanging out in the beginning. People were hooking up with each other and me and my friend were hanging out, it was her house. She asked me to go upstairs with her so she could change. I started looking in her closet. She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, she moved my hair around my neck and kissed it ever so slowly and sensually giving me goosebumps. She whispered in my ear that she wanted me. She grabbed me by the hand and guided me to her bed she asked me to lay down. She straddled me and kissed me deep and passionately. She was running her fingers through my hair and I was caressing her face the kisses were sweet. I felt my panties moistening. She started rubbing my boobs gently through my shirt but not in an aggressive way in a way that was soft and sensual and full of desire.

She made me sit up and took off my shirt and bra faster than I could even believe. She circled her fingers around my nipples while she looked me in the eyes. She gently kissed them making them wet with her spit. She kissed so gently and then kissed my lips once more. She told me to just lay back and relax. She then licked all along my panty line where my thong was sticking up just visible above my jeans. She hastily undid my pants and undressed me. I was lying naked for her. She told me she loved my curves. She started to examine my pussy and told me it was so pink and pretty that it had to be played with. She was playing and examining not going in yet. She opened my hole and told me I looked so tight. She spit on my clit and started rubbing it. I was getting so wet and she just smiled she could read the look on my face. My body was squirming. She then began to enter a finger in my pussy I gasped. Moans turned into screams. I was gushing. I squirted for the first time all over her face. I wanted to apologize but before I could she said you didn’t tell me you were a squirted and grinned.

Then her face disappeared between my legs. She was swirling her tongue around my clit. She licked and nibbled on it. Then she ran her tongue up and down my outter lips until I was screaming her name over and over. Then she finally stuck her tounge in my hole. It was so warm and hitting my sides just right. I almost instantly came in her mouth. She came up and kissed me with her lips full of cum and my juices. She told me how sweet I tasted and that it was my turn. I got down on my knees wrapping her legs over my shoulders her pussy was so inviting and smelled so good. Sweet with a hint of cum. She had already came a little I licked it clean. I began rubbing her clit and sucking her outter lips slowly she moaned and arched her back. I was getting wet seeing her and feeling her getting off. She told me faster I picked up speed and inserted my tounge inside her. She was so wet and warm. I loved the way she tasted, I kept going hard fast and deep. She pushed my head closer to her pussy and was talking dirty in between moans. I tongued her so hard and started rubbing my clit. She came in my mouth and I had to swallow all of it. She asked me why I didn’t share and I told her she simply tasted too good.

She then grinned at me and got off the bed she went to grab something. I laid there waiting for her she returned with a huge dildo, double sided. I was stunned. She instructed me to lay back and started fucking me with it. She told me she wanted to make my pussy squirt again and again. She fucked me hard and then she began rubbing herself and moaning. She then told me to sit up a little she went to the other end and stuck it inside of her. She told me to fuck it hard. I did as she said. We held hands and rocked back and forth. Fucking our pussies. I showered her with my juices. Each time I would squirt she would go harder sliding it deeper in my hole. We both came together. Then she took it out and licked my end while I began to follow suit and lick hers. She put it down and climbed on top of me again. We kissed hard and deep and she grinded her wet pussy against mine. It felt so good. She collapsed on-top of me. We cuddled for a while and then decided to shower together clean each other off. We had to return to the party at some point.
 

"diary of a real slut wife 4 bbc"!
My name is Sarah Greig. I am an elementary teacher here in Southern California. I am currently married to a wonderful husband (we're both Caucasian). My confession is that I have a black lover on the side with my husband's encouragement. My husband, who shall remain nameless, and I have been in a cuckolding relationship for less than a year now. We are pretty much newbie to all things kinky, but I had sensed he wasn't really pleased with our sex life. We had been happily married for three years, until the 'newlywed' years started to wear off, as had the sex portion of our relationship. Communication was the one constant that we have shared through our our marriage, and through that we discovered the notion of cuckolding.

Within the same dimensions of being average, he has not been the best of keeping himself physically fit for me--- which hurts when people are trying to experience new things with each other. The lack of lovemaking, moreover passion, had taken a toll on our romance and the sentiments were being spilled on the other parts of our relationship. We took the drastic step, as I would call it, of opening the Pandora's door of mutual shared fantasies, and essentially went step by step to where we are n ow. When my husband first introduced to his secret 'fetish' by way of sex toys, ebooks, pornography, and other information websites, he was essentially began asking me about my ex lovers, all had been African American. I have always fantasized by having being sexually active with black men, beginning all the way from high school. Once my husband explained he wanted me to take on a 'hotwife' lifestyle, essentially giving me the freedom to be sexually active with whomever I wanted to be, I took it in stride. Believe me once my husband and I were finishing the thrust of beginning our first real sexual encounter with black man, I knew we would never be the same again.

I don't necessarily considered myself to be black only, since my husband and I still go for round second, but being with a black is like losing my mind with all the sensuality and eroticism involved. Its more of the passion and confidence black men tend to exude. The contrast in skin against skin, energy in bed, tendency to be larger, physically fit, style of love making, and simply making me feel so sexy while making love. I think the whole idea of forbidden love has a lot to do with the perverseness of interracial sex in our society.

Hopefully with sites like these, confessions about being fascinated by people of other races (in my case black men) will really become common place. Not to get too high and mighty here, but simply my confession is that I love every inch of a black man and I am able to get as much sex with black men as my cuckold husband simply watches.

 
 

"Interracial Summer 2013 is fuckin here"!

Kansas wife is having the best spring break of her life! (sorry hubby)!

Latina school girls make the best cum sluts!

"The cashier from the CVS pharmacy is a undercover Nigga Lova"!!!

"Chinese women are slowly becoming the nastiest, piss drinking, cum loving, black cock whores on the planet. White women need to step there slut game up"!!!

"A weekend in Las Vegas with Jason's little sister. LOL"! Wow!!! White men stop letting your girlfriend go to Vegas without YOU"!!! LOL!

"So many sexy white women are still waiting on there first BBC gangbang! This summer is going to be very special"!!!!
 

"real interracial love is color blind"!
My name is Michael Davis and I met my future wife while attending evening classes at The University of Tennessee in criminal justice. I was a patrolman for the Knoxville Police Department and had obtained a permit from campus police to carry my off duty .357. I was so glad for that the night I exited class and heard a woman's screams across the half empty commuter lot I was parked in. I dropped my book bag, pulled my gun from the shoulder rig I wore it in, and ran as fast as I could across the lot. When I saw the two men trying to force a woman into the backseat of a Cadillac Fleetwood, I yelled stop and police at the top of my lungs. The man closest to me turned and pointed a gun at me at which point I had no choice but to shoot him, killing him with a perfect and lucky shot to the head. The second man managed to wound me in the thigh of my left leg with the bullet breaking my femur. I managed to wound the other man before blacking out. The woman ran away during the gun fight and I would have been in serious trouble if she hadn't come back and told the investigating officers what had happened. I was in the OR at that point with the doctors working hard to save my leg.

I was still groggy the next day when the most beautiful black woman dressed in nurse's clothing came into my room.

"Hi, I'm Latesha Hollings and I wanted to come by and thank you for saving me from Jackson and his cousin Jamal last night. I work in this hospital as a nurse's assistant and will be checking in on you while you're here."

"I'm Michael Davis. Probably won't remember. Out of it."

Latesha visited me every day for the five days I was in the hospital. She was in the room when the doctor said he would discharge me to go home if I had someone to care for me there. When I told him I was an only child whose parents had both been killed in a boating accident when I was eighteen and had no one at home to care for me, Latesha decided that she would nurse me back to health. I protested but to no avail. That was when I found out that Latesha wouldn't take no for an answer when she had set her mind to something. She moved into my house and slept in my guest bedroom during the nine month rehabilitation process I had to endure to regain full mobility in my leg. I was determined to resume my career as a police officer.

The investigating detective came and talked to me about the incident that had left one black man dead and two others, one white and the other black, wounded. I was going to be cleared and the shooting was going to be declared a justifiable shoot. The two black men were from Detroit and were Jackson Jones, the one that survived, and Jamal Jones, the one who died, his cousin. Jackson was a pimp and a drug dealer and I wouldn't find out until months later why they were trying to force Latesha into the car.

After two months of my questioning, Latesha told me about her past. She was afraid to tell it to me because it wasn't very pretty. Latisha's parents had divorced when she was twelve and her mother had taken her back to Detroit where her mother's family was. Latesha's mom had become a crack addict a couple of years after her return to Detroit. She gave Latesha to Jackson Jones when she didn't have the money for the crack he had supplied her. Jackson broke Latesha and turned her out as an underage hooker. From the description of herself back then, I could see why Jackson wanted her in his stable. Latesha told me she was already 6' tall at fourteen and her 36DD breasts were fully developed. She described herself as being curvy and unintentionally sexy. Men wanted her for either her breasts or her perfectly symmetrical bubble butt. She was addicted to cocaine by Jackson and was his "special" girl for six months before her dad rescued her. She spent 90 days in drug rehab and was still seeing a therapist when we met.

I stood at 6"4", weighed 280 pounds, and gotten back most of my former fitness. Latesha stood at 6'2" tall, weighed 200 pounds, still curvy, and sexy. Maybe it was the damsel in distress and the hero that saved her syndrome or maybe it was true love, but somehow a pasty assed white man and the most beautiful black woman he ever met fell in love with each other. Latesha cared for me during my recovery and brought me my assignments from my professors at school. We would talk for hours about everything and became friends. Latesha accepted my offer to continue living in my house after I was cleared by the doctors. She insisted on paying rent so I had her give me fifty dollars a week. It was another two months before I could get her to go on a date with me. We were already friends so we didn't have any of those first date nerves or awkwardness. We went to dinner at a nice restaurant and when I asked her what she wanted to do afterwards, she said she wanted to go dancing. I almost backed out at that moment because I wasn't a good dancer. I told Latesha that I wasn't a good dancer and she told me not to worry about it, she'd take care of me. It was a surreal moment for me when I realized I was the only white man in the club Latesha directed me to. I saw a handful of white women which kept me from being the only white person in the club. Latesha helped me on some dance moves for the fast songs, but we seemed to fit together seamlessly on the slow songs. There was one tense moment when a large black man tried to cut in on one of the slow dances and I wouldn't let him. Latesha took my hand and led me to our table before the situation got out of hand. Imagine my surprise when she sat in my lap instead of in the chair next to me. She began kissing me with a passion I hadn't seen in her before. Everyone in the club saw what she was doing to me. When she led me back onto the dance floor, my erection was noticeable to anyone who looked. I was embarrassed by my condition to say the least, but relaxed when Latesha pulled me close to whisper in my ear.

"Don't worry about anybody but me! I'll not let anything bad happen to you, Michael!" Latesha whispered to me before sticking her tongue in my ear. I knew I wanted her in a way I had only dreamed of before at that moment. Latesha made me dance one more dance before she let me take her home.

We went home and Latesha resumed in her passionate assault on my body. I had never been with a woman who was the aggressor in a relationship before and was somewhat confused by my excitement that Latisha's actions caused in me. She stripped my clothes off of me and stopped me when I tried to remove hers. She was the one kissing me hard and caressing my body. I was in fairly good shape from my physical therapy and the weight lifting I did in my basement. I had only been able to resume jogging a month ago and my stamina was not completely back. I was totally surprised when Latesha dropped to her knees in front of me and took my 9", 2.5" thick, and hard as a rock dick into her mouth. She deep throated my member with ease and the contrast between her black face next to the pale white of my upper thigh above the tan line from the shorts I wore in summer and her technique had me so excited I was spurting down her throat in only a couple of minutes. . I picked her up and carried her to my bed where I proceeded to turn the tables on her and became the aggressor. I stripped her naked and attacked her tits with my mouth, tongue, and hands. When she began to moan and grunt from my oral attention to her breasts, I kissed my way down to her pussy. I sucked and licked her to a huge orgasm and crawled up her body to her mouth as I placed my rejuvenated organ to the entrance of her hot, wet sex. I pushed my turgid rod into her and began slow easy strokes in and out of her. Latesha had no trouble accommodating my full length into her pink center. I lifted up when she urged me to fuck her harder and faster. I gave her two more orgasms with my dick before I loosed my scrotal contents into her body a second time. We spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms. Latesha never slept in the guest room again after that night. Latesha and I were married three months later in the AMZ church Teshia attended. It was another unreal scene during our wedding. Most of the people on the bride's side of the church were black while most of the people on my side were white. I had my former partner from the police force as my best man. Latesha was radiant in her white wedding dress and everyone told me how handsome I was in my black tux.

Latesha was unable to have children from the damage her six months as a prostitute had done to her uterus and the less than sanitary back room abortion Jackson forced on her when she did turn up pregnant shortly after he turned her out. We resolved to enjoy each other and remain childless. Latesha was my best hunting and fishing buddy and we did everything together. The only times we were apart were when we were working and life was good for the next ten years. I made detective with the Knoxville Police Department and Latesha was a registered nurse. We became very good at ignoring the comments from bigoted people about our interracial marriage. Latesha had gotten between me and many a black man when he said she was too fine for a pasty assed white boy. I had to restrain her from attacking white women who commented that I had settled for a black woman.

"Please don't let that be Jackson's car!" I thought to myself as I drove slowly past my house after seeing the black four-door Caddy parked in my driveway. I drove to my next door neighbor's drive and left my F-250 pickup there. I jogged across his and our back yards to the side door of our house and un-holstered the same .357 from ten years earlier. Luckily for me the door was still unlocked from my carrying our trash out of it to make my semi-weekly run to the county convenience station near our home.

"You're going back to Detroit with me Lateshia! That pasty assed white boy won't be able to save your ass this time! Let's see if you're still the best cocksucker I ever had in my stable, bitch!" I heard Jackson say to my wife.

"No! Stop! I'll bite it off!" I heard Latesha say to Jackson. I then heard the sound of a slap and Latesha cry out. I decided to put an end to what was occurring in our living room at that moment.

"Wrong again, Jackson!" I said as I stepped out from the kitchen into the door to the living room. I proceeded to shoot him right between the eyes. I pivoted to the right and shot the man holding Latesha, who was on her knees, twice in the chest. I bent down behind an arm chair and shoot the man I had seen with the shotgun on my drive by earlier twice in the chest as he ran from the entry way to our home. I then ran and gathered my shaking and crying wife into my arms.

"It's all over now! Everything's going to be alright! I love you!" I told my sobbing wife as I hugged her to me.

I would find out that Jackson had cut a deal with the DA's office for information on a major shipment of drugs coming into Knoxville from Detroit and that was how he was out of prison in ten years. The fact that the dealer Jackson gave up was his partner didn't bother Jackson in the least. All these facts were explained to me after I was cleared on the shooting of the three men in my home. The fact that they were all armed helped me and Latisha's statement on the occurrences that led up to the shooting helped also. Although we didn't want to, Latesha and I sold our house for a less then it was worth due to threats we received from Jackson's extended family. I was able to get on as a detective with the Atlanta, Georgia police department. Latesha was able to get a nursing position with a large hospital and was happy as was I in Atlanta. We were still madly in love with each other and continued to ignore most of the ignorant comments made by bigoted people we met. We planned to grow old together and hopefully our plan will come true.
 

"the new era of celebrity nigga lovers feat. miley cirus"!

 
 

"the power of my black master controlling all my holes"!

For my black master i love nothing more than to be on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth. i've never craved any man like I crave him, he does everything i have always wanted in a master. im really starting to think we are going to be more than a master in the slave in the future. his cock has my pussy addicted and wanting more of his juices. It is an addiction....a for real addiction. I cant seem to control begging him to fuck me every morning when im at his place. i know other women have talked about the power of a strong black man, but this connection is so real, i cant help to smile as i write this. black cock is the only cock to have in this lifetime.
 

Black Cock Whore at the Adult Bookstore
My husband had taken me to the bookstore booths a few times and I had a great time sucking his cock and a few others. The store we frequented attracted a lot of black clientele, which I loved. One afternoon, when I was really horny, I pulled in to the parking lot of the store. I told myself I'd just watch a few pornos, maybe watch a few guys jerk off, maybe play with my cunt, but that was it. Ha!



I got a bunch of tokens and sat in a booth with a big glory hole. I was wearing a white button-down blouse, a grey pleated skirt, a black lace bra and no panties. I looked like a respectable, slightly square working woman.

I heard the door in the booth next to mine close. I heard someone moving around, but I didn't bend over to look through the hole. I heard a zipper unzip, my heart started pounding. I looked over at the hole and saw the head of a large, still soft black cock poking through. The guy started stroking his thick cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I heard a whisper say, "Come on slut, suck my dick."

I got to my knees and started stroking and sucking his beautiful cock. So much for my intentions. He stroked my face as he pumped his cock into my mouth with a slow steady rhythm. He was almost fully erect and I guessed that he was close to eight inches long and super thick. I sucked like a whore, getting lots of saliva up and using my hand to pop over his cockhead.

I took him deep into my mouth. I opened wide as he face fucked me through the big glory hole. I grabbed his ass and took a real pounding as he tried to get me to take all of his cock. But he was too big; I got all but about two inches in, with his head deep in my throat. He was grunting and moaning and talking to me.

"Suck my cock, you cunt."

"Take it all, you slutty white cock sucker."

"Swallow my black dick you fucking white whore."

Both our booth doors were open and a small group gathered, many with their cocks out, stroking. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved his head to the hole. He told me to show him my tits. I unbuttoned my blouse all the way down and pulled it out of my skirt. I popped my full tits out of my bra cups. He sucked first one nipple then the other. He was rough, sucking hard and biting me. My cunt got even wetter.

He said, "Cunt, whore." And I knew exactly what he wanted. I stood up, pulled up my skirt and pressed my ass to the glory hole. He kneaded and slapped my ass cheeks for a minute. Then I felt the head of his huge cock pressing against my cunt. He popped it in and started fucking me. I had my palms pressed against the opposite wall of the booth. I pushed back to meet every stroke. I reached back with my right hand to feel his cock as it he fucked my hole. His shaft was slick with my cunt juice.

I felt like such a hot slut, bent over in the booth with this huge black cock fucking my wet pussy.

I was moaning and calling out, "Fuck me, fuck me deeper, give me that big black dick." I really didn't care if anyone heard me. He started to fuck me harder and rougher. My orgasm built quickly. The sheer size of his cock, his rough pounding and the excitement of doing something so dirty pushed me onward. I started to cum; it was going to be a big one.

"Oh God yes, fuck me with that big black cock. I'm cumming. Oh God. Make me cum. Fuck me. Fuck me harder."

The sensations flooded over me and he kept on banging me. I came again about a minute after the first one. I was dripping wet; juice was running down my thighs.

I wanted everyone nearby to know what was going on. The booth was shaking as he thrust in and out; he pulled all the way out and plunged back in as I called out, "Black cock, I want more black cock."

Someone pushed the door to my booth all the way open. Four or five guys crowded around the doorway to watch. The guys started pulling out their cocks and stroking them. It is so awesome to watch five guys jerk off. Different lengths, widths and shapes, the cocks were all being pounded with the hope of getting a piece of my cunt or my mouth. And I couldn't be happier or more turned on.

A white guy with a thick nine-inch cock grabbed my head and stuffed his dick deep into my throat. He pounded me, making me gag. Another guy grabbed my hand and wrapped it around a thick cock I couldn't even see and I started stroking him. Two guys maneuvered over to my face and shot their loads as I kept sucking the nine-incher in my throat. And all the while the black guy kept fucking me from behind through the hole.

Finally my black stud started moaning and shot his load deep into me. When he pulled out, his cum ran down my leg in a heavy stream.

"Guys, I'm done for now. Thanks for the cock."

I sat down, my head swimming. I pushed my tits back into my bra, buttoned up my blouse and adjusted my skirt. I took a tissue and wiped the cum from my face. I couldn't even remember how many guys shot loads there. Three? Five? I didn't clean up my pussy. I liked having his cum in me and on my legs. I'm such a slut.

My stud crouched down at the hole. It was the first time I got a good look at his face. He was in his 30s, quite handsome with close-cropped hair.

"Thank you. You are amazing."

"You too."

He stuck his hand through the hole and offered me a piece of paper with his name and phone number.

"Call me some time."

"I will, I definitely will."

And I did, but that's another story.
 

"Here is what the world thinks about white women dating black men"! (Interesting)"!!!

"why white women date black men"!

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"part 3 of why white women date black men"!

"part 4 of why white women date black men"!

"part 5 of why white women date black men"!
 

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"Just wondering if there are any white guys who have seen or know that their daughter has been converted to black? How did you feel about it? Did they discuss it with you?
 

My daughter is being taken to a NBA game for her birthday. We may be having that discussion in the near future. I would certainly encourage it as long as she shares with me. --Slut Janice.

not personally but there was couple I used to talk to on one of our swinger sites. They were from down south, no big surprise there right. Anyway the daughter came home early from school one day and saw her mother with a couple black guys. At first she assumed the worse that they were raping her. Quickly she realized that she was very much into what they were doing to her mother. Years later she confessed that she was very turned on by what she saw but at the time also upset thinking her mother was cheating on her father. She admitted to being turned on watching as they fucked her with their incredibly big black cocks. But than left back out of the house without her mother, who is a stunning blond by the way, realizing that her daughter had been there and witnessed her being a willing slut for black cock.

Later that day it was told to me, the explaining of the story to me was from the husband/dad, was that after noticing the daughter acting strange his wife pressed her on it and she finally confessed that she had come home early that day and what she had seen when she got home. The daughter was very upset with her asking how could she do this to her dad. That she thought they were happy and that if dad ever found out he'd be crushed. They had a fight when she said it was none of her business ending with the daughter storming off. The mother didn't know what to do, she didn't want to out their lifestyle yet didn't want to see her daughter in such turmoil either.

He said him and his wife talked that about what had happened and agreed that the most important thing was for her to know that she hadn't been cheating but they he know what mom did, infect he is usually present when she fucks other men. That they both enjoyed her having black lovers, that this was part of their sexual lifestyle. It took some explaining and in the end the daughter seemed more relived that her parents weren't going to divorce than she was that they had this sexual arrangement. She went away but in the following days kept asking more and more detailed questions of her mother. Why black men, what did dad get out of it, questions about the lifestyle, if dad gets to have sex with other women etc.

Her mother explained as much as she could or what she thought was age appropriate, she was only seventeen at the time. The husband said that was a very strange summer, that more than her mother she looked at him differently. That fall she went off to college but would continue to have lifestyle conversations with her mother about what she now knew as hog tieing  and cuckolding. It was like the more she found out the more she wanted to know. His wife never kept their daughter's curiosity a secret and even went as far to say to her that she should ask her father when questions came up about his desire to be cuckolded by her. For whatever reason he told me she never once had a question or a conversation with him about any of it. Not what she had saw that day, how she felt about what she saw, her continued interest, nothing. And he didn't think it appropriate to initiate one with her.

But when she came home the next summer, she was a changed girl. She admitted to her mother that while she dated white guys in college, she felt a string sexual desire for black guys and had fucked several behind her boyfriends back. This didn't come as a shock to her mother given all that they had been talking about over the months. Than she asked did she know dad was a cuckold, that he would not only accept her being with black men but want her to fuck them too. She thought the boy she was currently dating just might also be a good candidate to be a cuckold. That when she finally marries a guy she would prefer him to be ok with a lifestyle such as what her and dad had too.

Jump forward, after college the daughter is living with same boyfriend but lives I guess close enough to home that her and her mother occasionally hang out. Usually at bars known to be frequented by blacks. Most guys that see them out think they are sisters or girlfriends rather than mother/daughter. He wasn't sure of the boyfriend knew but went on to tell me that they, mother and daughter have indeed played together. Not with each other but with the same black guys and sometimes groups of black guys at the same time. Yes, he has gotten to watch his wife and daughter service and used by black cock but has never did more than that. I can't say if any of this is actually true but I will say that in his profile were pics of two women. One I knew to be his wife and the other younger and she has features that could be seen as a family resemblance. Also there was just a excitement that came across but also a distinct sadness, which makes me feel that this was a heartfelt experience to him.

----Freaky

 
 

"the power of nigga dicks in my ass"!!!

"But its been a long time since I have did it... since early 2011. Normally I just take it like a "gangsta" lol"! I want to try some plugs n stuff... What would be a good "starter kit" for anal black cock training? I want to get back to where It is so comfortable its just like having vaginal sex!!! Hit me inside!!!
 

BBC Or Big Black Cock!!! (Offensive)"???
Many people are here looking for a BBC. Few talk about anything other than the feeling they get from that BBC. I usually see the experience described in a selfish way or with perspective of what that BBC can do for them. I also see couples and MWFs looking for that BBC.

I love interracial sex. When I describe it, I describe in a selfish way as to what it does for me.

The question I have to the white women and couples of the group is would you be seen in public with that BBC?

If you are a single white woman, would you introduce this man as a man you are dating to your closest friends?

Sometimes I feel we are good enough to fuck but not good enough to date. Needless to say that attitude pisses me off. If you are open and public with your interest than this post is not directed to you. This is directed to the other Black M and the white women who hide us.

Women, tell us why you hide and men tell us how you like being hidden?

Of I course I do.. its a choice I make as a whole.. not just sex, a relationship in general. I chose to date interracially, and I stand by that choice and my man 100% ride or die, wrong or right.. his well endowed lower body is a BONUS.. his beautiful dark skin in contrast to mine. His big hands holding mine.. 100% bonus..

---Basic Beauty

This is a hot topic and I've compared it almost to modern day dare I say "slavery"? I have a Black Dom & would absolutely be seen and even marry. I think it's exploitation but I've been told you can't exploit the willing. I have lots of friends into the BBC THING To me though Black Men are not a fetish. This topic always stirs the pot and it boils down to each their own. I always find this topic interesting.

---Cuck wife 4 Life

Well, it feels good that you women see more than just a cock size and ACTUAL attractiveness. This is a very good subject, because i've thought about it a lot. Many guys, especially white men, would love to have this type of stereotype. But that's what it is. A STEREOTYPE!!! First off, not every blk man is hung like a horse. Which is why I thought about it. A blk friend of mine told me that a cute white woman wanted to hook up with him at a party, but when he told her his size, (average, like 7.5) she wasn't interested because she was looking for a BBC, at least 9.5+. When I think about it, I want a gorgeous white woman to want me because I'm attractive to her, not because of what I have below the belt. When I hear " I want a black man" because shes attracted to them, it does make me feel good about myself. But when I hear " I want a BBC" or " a black man who's very well hung" I'm thinking she just wants a dildo with a black man attached to it. Its like when I look at white women. I am attracted to them from head to toe. There are sooo many gorgeous women out there it drives me crazy.

---Mr. Pipe Layer

Probably one of worst experiences I had was when I was told by a woman she wanted my "Nigger Dick". That shit threw me back so much that I had to stop and address it immediately. Afterwards her husband and I met up a few times after that for some hardcore Fucking. She was hot.. She squirted every time I put my "BBD" in her booty, lol. We met at bars and hotels no one was seeking anything serious.

---Jay99Inches

I'm not one that hides the men I date. I have felt that end of the spectrum as well, your pretty enough to fuck but good enough to be seen with and the moment I felt that way I showed the men the door and "dont let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya". I would not treat anyone else in this manner; however, with that said there are men and women looking for a fuck and that is it. If the mans way of getting said fuck is by proclaiming BBC status more power to him. If both partners are using each other for the same purposes then who am I to judge.

I hear that women will approach a man without knowing his thoughts on it though and that's just rude. At least get a feel for the person. If the man doesn't have anything about BBC in his profile then don't message him with "I wanna ride your bbc from her to kingdom cum". Now if he proclaims that he is a man that likes being use for his BBC and that's what you want then go for it.

---EastCoastKathy

 

I'm not a fan of the term BBC either, but it suits the situation. Race play, as in give me that "niggah dick" is also quite crass to me. Some men want to hear it, but I dislike saying it and playing that way.
Being out and about with a black man IS part of the so called "BBC" experience for me. If he and I are the only ones that know, I'm hiding something. If I'm hanging on his arm, I'm showing off. I'm still searching for that win win scenario with today's society. Being called a "nigger lover" or a "nigger slut" by my own race is disheartening, but doesn't sway me, or keep me away from being with whom I choose. My heart sees no color. My heart sees no gender.
Yes, I'm attracted to tall dark black men, so? What's that to you? How does that effect you? Why do you hate me for being happy, content and properly loved? Why do you hate him for my choices? You being the collective "you" of society grinding us for our choices. I'm sick to death of being judged by "you".
It seems to me, the most hateful words spoken to me on this subject, were from some bitter very unhappy people who wretch at the the thought of others being happy with someone other than them. To them I say, "fuck you.."

---all about love not killing 33

Great discussion... I think just as long as I'm respected and related to as an "equal" or on an intelligent level, I'm OK with it. Even if it's on the "Down low". One thing that I notice about lots of couples into BBC is that they seem to like Brothers who look like they just got out of prison, belong to gangs or just off the "Slave ship" or some shit... Could these same people also relate to a Black man on a more intellectual level? I Swung with an Asian couple about two years ago. The lady was really into BBC - like 10" n shit. I'm only 8" - LOL. I think they came from money, like lots of Asians. I made the lady cum and me and the Hubby worked her over pretty good. But when they left, it was like I was a "throw away" or something. I felt somewhat "used"! Not cool... So, if that's all you are is a "BBC", not cool.

---sirblaq

My husband is a " black" man, and to tell you the truth the size thing was his fetish of wanting to see me with them, as he is average sized. So much for the stereotypical white man only having this delicious fetish as well! This same subject can be said for blondes as everyone seems to want a blonde. Also a few of the largest cocks I have had were indeed white as well as black. I myself am half white, half AK Indian, brunette, and am attracted MOSTLY to darker men. Just as my husband is attracted MOSTLY to brunettes such as myself. I used to get upset at the trend of the last decade or so of white womens attraction to black men as members of my own family were upset at my marriage to my husband 22 years ago. Not to mention the sneering looks concerning my children from actually all 3 races concerned (which is what really pissed me off). Obviously none of it stopped us from marrying. My own father hasn't spoken ro me in all that time. But then he was never there anyway,now get this, because I was half native! WTF! Now mixed race children seem to be all the rage & considered desirable for the most part (eyes roll). Well to tell the truth, people are people as my husband has always said. If I prefer "black" & hispanic men it is because that is who I am attracted to, and is also our personal social dynamic, with the occasional "white" man included as the attraction leads me. Ultimately however, it depends on how well we click personality wise. And I would not ever be attracted to the thug persona. Clean cut & intelligent speaking all the way, all of the time as I am a saposexual at heart, and I usually have not been in short supply of black men with that criteria at the forefront. The exception has been those times we have gone to the places in which the thug mentality frequents,white, black or otherwise.

As to the original questions, yes and since we are now married, yes I have. The question these days are whether we can be seen in public because I am married! LOL The answer to
That is... sometimes, (wink) ; )

---searching4amy

 

I have been in so many situations and been called so many things that BBC would be a welcomed term. But that is from a broader societal point. And to some others points it goes both ways as far as being seen in public. I have had some play partners who don't mind and actually love being seen together. I have others in the lifestyle and vanilla relationships who have wanted to keep the relationship ambiguous in public....

It really depends on your...and I do mean your own personal desire and comfort level. If the nature of your relationship is one that is established as a fuck only, let's push the limits type then the consenting adults should be able to say this is what it is and this is what I want and this is as far as I am willing to go...

But as with anything communication and personal comfort is essential....

---unknown

This has long been a struggle for me to understand why a man only wants to be wanted for his cock and have had to realize "to each their own"... I can only change what is in my world and how I approach things. I have been inter racially inclined since I was a very young girl... my best friend was the only Black boy in our school growing up. I loved him dearly. I grew up in Montana, where it was all Native American and White kids in our school. They were very racist against each other and more so to this young Black boy in our school. I grew up with a really bad taste for people like that and knew I was very different in my beliefs. Once I started dating, the first boyfriend I had was Black and my family hated me for it. To this day, my sisters will criticize me for my choices, but I blame the way we were raised. Thank goodness it didn't manifest in me, if anything, I went completely to the other end of the spectrum and recognize the hatred in it.

My first child was with a Black man that I dated and when my son was born, they were still angry, even when this beautiful child was part of our family now. I have dated all races and have children who are also Hispanic/White mixed, however, I have always found myself more drawn to Black men than any other race and make no apologies for my preferences or desires. I don't need to explain to anyone why I choose to date as I do or love who I do. It is my personal business and would certainly be seen in public with my partner. I have no shame in who I am with or why I am with them, because know that if I am with them, it is because they are a smart and worthy individual and have made me desire them as a person... not just for sex. Just as I would want my partner to be seen with me as a smart and worthy individual. Many times I get judged for my body type and have had men who only wanted me to fuck and nothing more, not be seen with me, BBW lovers in the bedroom. They didn't make it far with me, as I am a complete package.

To each their own... if a man wants to be known only for the BBC, there are plenty out there who will subscribe to their desires. I need more than a great cock to engage... or you will bore me quickly.

---pretty tanya
 

"THANK YOU MY SEXY BLACK MASTER"!!!
I just got out of the shower, wrapped up in a big fluffy towel still dripping wet. As I lay down in bed, pulling out my wand, I start licking and spitting on it, thinking about your cock in my mouth. I'm already wet, not just from my shower but from thinking about you. About you spanking me and telling me what a dirty little slut I am as you shove your cock in my mouth. I start rubbing my nipples, getting them harder and harder. I just started playing and already I'm so sensitive. I resist the urge to just shove my wand right onto my clit. I want to tease myself for you, make the pleasure last longer.

I play with my tits, drool all over my wand I turn it on low and place it on one of my nipples. The shock it sends to me has me moaning instantly. Already rock hard, my nipples get harder and more sensitive and I get wetter, moaning and wiggling around. God, master, I wish you could see me, tell me what a nasty little whore I am. I'm so desperate for pleasure I'll do anything to get it. Thinking about you laughing while you watch me writhe in pleasure makes me even wetter, I moan out your name.

I can't help it anymore, I have to touch my clit. Just for a little bit, just for a little bit more of that pleasure that I'm so addicted to. I lick my fingers, and slowly, tentatively, put them on my clit, savoring just the light pressure and all the sensations that I get from it. I moan louder, and start rubbing my clit in little circles, my hips jerking up and down with the motion, I drop my wand and start sucking on my fingers. I wish you were here, I wish I could suck on your cock. I need something big in my mouth. I need you, master, I need you in my mouth.

As I get closer and closer to cumming, my hips start moving faster and faster, my moans louder and louder, my fingers moving faster and faster. I grab my tit, playing with the nipple, pinching and squeezing it. Finally, I cum with only one thought on my mind, "I'm your dirty little slut, I'm your dirty little slut, I'm your dirty little slut, I'll do anything for you, I'll do anything for you, I want to please you master!!!"

I lay back, turning off my wand, my legs shaking just a bit, my pussy juices leaking all over the bed, and I try to catch my breath. My clit is throbbing, my nipples still rock hard, the slight breeze from the window sends a jolt of pure ecstasy through my whole body. I grab my phone to see if you had texted me, and start scrolling through the pictures you've sent me. Just looking at your cock, I start getting horny all over again.

I start teasing my clit again, looking at your cock, I want you so badly master, I want to cum for you, all over your face and your cock and anywhere else you want me to cum. I would do anything for you master, I want to please you. I'm dripping, and feeling how wet I am for you just turns me on more.

I grab my wand, and turning it on low, I place is right on my clit, just barely touching it. Feeling the pleasure I get from it, I start moaning, my hips moving and grinding against it. Whimpering, I pinch my nipples and slap them, wishing you were here to spank me and tell me what a naughty slut I am. Oh master, I wish you could see me right now. Naked, soaking wet, playing with myself. I'm so horny, I need a cock in my tight little pussy. I need your cock master.

I start grinding harder and faster on my wand, I can feel my pussy start to clench. I keep thinking about all the ways you're going to torture me, tease my pussy, punish me for being such a slut. Oh master, I'm so happy to be your slut! I'll do anything for you!! I squirt as I start cumming again, wishing I was riding your cock so I could please you as much as I've been pleased so far.

My legs shaking, everything is soaking, I can barely breath and I still haven't had enough. I want more master, more of you, more pleasing you, more pleasure, more anything, more everything.

I don't let up, I turn my wand up higher, my sensitive clit throbbing in pain and pleasure. I get up without taking my wand off my clit, and sit on it. I start moving my hips back and forth, from side to side, playing wit my tits the entire time. Moaning and groaning, begging for release, for you to come and tell me what to do, make me do what you want, use me as your slave. I'm your slut, master, I'll do anything for you!! I cum almost screaming again. My clit is throbbing and hurts so good.

Thank you black master, thank you!

 
 

"lamar Odom is swing that 14" monster  black Horse Cock On The Road Again"!!!

“Word on the Interracial Black Cock Street Is Lamar Odom has a HUGE 14' monster black dick that his wife cannot live without, so over the past weekend Lamar and some of his Clippers teammates were escorted from a private booth on the side of the main stage into the $500-per-hour Champagne Room where Lamar handed out roughly $2,000 while enjoying extra attention from a stripper named Jasmine”

(this is a rumor, wink, wink)!!!

Life & Style reports that Khloe went on national television to publicly defend her marriage and assure fans things were fine between her and her husband Lamar Odom. Yet, that same night, Lamar was more than 1,500 miles away admiring strippers at Downtown Cabaret in Minneapolis.

 

"Where are the black men to want to  breed a black baby with me"?
For the longest time, I thought I had everything figured out. You get good grades in school, go to college, get a good job. Nice car, nice house, lots of expensive clothes. My life is the way everyone says it should be, but for years it’s felt like something is still missing. Now I finally understand. I was born to be bred by black men.

I’m not looking for commitment. I don’t want a boyfriend or to get married. I just want as many big black dicks as I can get. They can all form a line from my bedroom to around the block. The only requirements are that they be black, have at least an 8” cock and that they don’t use a condom.

I’ve strugged with these urges for years. I’m not ready to be a mother, nor do I think I could stand the humiliation of people seeing me with a black baby. That doesn’t matter anymore, though. If I give into fear, I’ll never be able to do what I know is best for me. I was made to be used. My opinions and desires are meaningless. My only purpose in this world is to be used by strong black men as a breeding machine.

I’m ready to start. I’ve stopped taking my birth control pills, and I already refuse to let men use a condom when they have sex with me. As soon as I’m confirmed to be pregnant, I want to stay that way for the rest of my life. I have no idea how I’ll have the time or money for raising a large number of kids, but that’s irrelevant. All that matters is pleasing black men with my mouth, cunt and ass so they can put more black babies inside of me. If that means I end up a single mother of 12 or more black bastard children, then so be it.

And I will be a single mother, that’s for certain. I need to be shamed and humiliated. I don’t want any financial support, either. If anything, I’d be willing to pay the men. There could be a fee paid to each man who attempts to knock me up, and then a bonus to any who manage to get me pregnant. And why not? They would deserve to be compensated for all of the hard work they put in towards giving me what I need.

This will break my father’s heart, though. I’ve always been daddy’s little girl. His sweet little princess who can do no wrong. It will be bad enough for him to see that I’m pregnant and not sure who the father is. When he finds out I’m carrying a black baby, though, and that I intend to make as many of them as I can, it will be the end of him.

Even that isn’t enough to change my mind, though. I have to go through with this. I want every black man in a 50 mile radius to know that I’m an easy piece of ass to be used however they want. Even when I get pregnant, that won’t change. I want groups of black men to continue to use me as their personal cumdumpster. Just the thought of being triple penetrated by three huge, black slabs of meat while I’m pregnant gets me horny as hell.

So use me. Put your babies inside of me. I hope the boys grow up to impregnate as many white women as possible, and that the girls end up being shameless whores just like their mother. My cunt is so tight, it’s just begging for black dicks to stretch it out and fill it with hot, potent cum. Fuck me at an orgy and brag to all of your friends about how many dicks I took, or how much cum you saw all over my face, hair, and tits. How it was sliding out of my cunt, nonstop. Make me feel like a filthy, worthless slut, because that’s what I deserve. Because it’s all I’m good for. Because it’s what I was born to do.

And I was born to be bred by black men.

 
 

"white women defend yourself with sloppy blowjob defense"!

OMG, white bitches do NOT do this to black men! White guys ONLY!!!! LOL!!!

"More White Women Confess About Lying To White Men About Love & BBC Sex"!

 

to the dark lord: I couldnt just keep standing by without saying something about the countless married white women I see in clubs and bars looking for nigga dicks behind their husbands backs. Some of them never even bother taking off their wedding rings, they just dont give a shit about hurting their white husbands feelings. Is black dick really that good and worth all the hassles? Im a white guy who loves my fellow white women but damn in 2013 white women have taken this shit to a new low!

I really dont think some white men have a clue at how fast a white women will flat out lie about her feelings for the darker things in life. They only care about maintaining their lifestyle with a big house and car off the white mans back! This is so fucking wrong! I had to drop you guys a line to put these scandaleous white bitches on blast! I dont want my daughter to grow up lying, and cheating to satisfy her own selfish sex acts! I saw this old trout in a club with several young white gold diggers!

The guy who took the photo was black and I bet once the old trout left alone, they all laughed as the black guy fucked these dirty white bitches up their ass!!! White men are so fucking stupid, somebody needs to warn them!

"(Photo: Another married white bitch with a big smile on her face while her dick less white husband takes a photo. Give me a fucking break white man. WTF)??!!!

 "Money and power attracts white women to successful white men, but that doesnt mean she doesnt like swallowing black babies"!!!

 

Hispanic Population In California To Outnumber Whites By The End Of 2013

California’s Hispanic population is slated to become the state’s majority ethnicity by the end of this year according to a new report by the governor’s office.

New ethnicity trends outlined in Gov Jerry Brown’s 2013-14 budget proposal revealed the state’s expected new majority while reasoning the state’s declining birth rates and increasing migration as causes.

As early as July Hispanics are expected to be equal in size to non-Hispanic whites before outpacing them, according to the report, with both demographics in that month reaching 39 per cent of the population.

It’s a swap that comes earlier than experts had expected.

Gov Brown, responding to the outlined future of his state, has since proposed shifting more school funding to those schools with more students in poverty and/or don’t speak English.

Currently 40 percent of the state’s students are living in poverty and 20 percent are non-native English speakers he said.

With the report having also found the state’s Hispanics being predominantly younger than whites – with 19 percent of Hispanics over the age of 50 compared to 43 percent of whites – he said ‘this is an aging society and inequality is growing.’

Nationally, Hispanics are already the fastest growing demographic, with their demographics seen increasing by 3.1 per cent since 2010.

 More than half of the country’s Hispanic population live within just three states, however, of California, Texas and Florida.

State wise, New Mexico has the highest percentage of Hispanics among their entire population, seeing 46.7 per cent in last year’s census figures. White non-Hispanics make up 40.2 percent.

 Among the state’s overall figures released, by July the state’s total population is expected to top 30 million after adding 300,000 or 0.8 percent more than last year. 

That figure is uncharacteristically slow for the nation’s most populous state, with the report reasoning a sluggish economy stifling the historically fast-growing state’s population.

Once the economy improves the state expects to see growth at an average of 340,000 annually through 2017, a figure largely supported by birth opposed to migration.

 
 
 

"Question About Taking Care Of Your Black Daddy"!!!

I asked this subject a while back in the all interracial forum & I thought I'd try again here.

 

It is fact that our beautiful, strong Black Men have several quiet stalkers at their back threatening their well being, especially as they get older.
*-Men have triple the risk of sudden death from a heart attack than women and black men have approximately twice the risk of white men of a similar age.
-Black Men are two to three times more likely to die from prostate cancer than white men.
-Black males suffer disproportionately higher rates of diabetes at earlier ages and have a higher rate of complications.
-Heart disease is the top cause of death in black men. Black men are less likely to be diagnosed with heart disease, but are 30 percent more likely to die from this condition compared to white men. Black men are also more likely to have hypertension, or high blood pressure.*

Considering these stats, our Black Daddies have their work cut out for them. While any woman be it vanilla or kink should take care of her man, an s-type mentality typically focuses heavily on service to her D/M. However, is that responsibility limited to only kink and household chore-type service? Or does it extend at all to health and wellness such as eating right, diet, doctor's visits, etc? Are the increased risk factors a consideration in service?

S-types:
How do you address to your Daddy any concerns you may have? What if your Daddy doesn't want to address health issues or is resistant to those uncomfortable tests? How do you persuade or influence healthy living of your Black Man within your D/s dynamic without topping from the bottom or crossing that line?

Daddies:
Do your increased health factors influence you to be intentionally healthier or do you ignore your increased risks? What are your expectations of your s-type's service...is your health something she should also be involved in? Do you expect and encourage her to cook healthy, get you to the doctor, encourage you to workout? Or do you shut her out of this area of your life and why?

It is an important part of our role to really take care of our Black Daddies' health as much as our own. For over twenty years I have made sure that my partner has the best vitamins, minerals and natural health products he needs to be at optimum health. So many health problems disappear when the body is fed the right supplements on a daily, consistent basis.

I am proud to say that with my tender, loving care my Black Daddies have gotten off all their medications and restored their health to optimum levels. I think it takes our commitment to make it happen consistently but I have always found Black Daddies to be very open to natural health products. ----BBC 4 Life

 

As a person with with a rare cancer that has produced heart and blood pressure problems I try to be conscientious about my health. My girl tries to cook healthy hearty meals for me. She encourages me to eat fruit throughout the day (something I was never good at). She reminds me to take my meds and we work together on the challenges that come with my medications. (I can't have too many leafy green vegetables because the vitamin K absorbs one of my medications and diminishes it's effects, for example). She encourages me to take a nap during the day because my energy can diminish if I am running too much. She understands that stress exacerbates my condition and tries to Avado stressing me... doesn't always work, but that speaks more to how I react to situations than the situations themselves.

Just as a Dominant or Master must look out for the submissive/slave, the slave/submissive is duty bound to look out for the well being of the person they serve. ---- Call me Sir

The basis of our relationship is D/s. Service I provide my Daddy are inclusive of domestic, kinky, physical & emotional wellness. My Daddy is pretty darn good at listening to me when we discuss health concerns. I don't struggle getting him to listen to suggestions that address wellness. I basically say what my concern is and if it needs further discussion or explanation he asks questions or takes time tell me information that I was missing. What I do struggle with it is not about getting him to go take tests or going to the doctor, but rather about helping him through the bureaucratic nightmare of getting the assistance he needs. All I can really do is be supportive emotionally to help him deal with the frustrations of red tape.

When it comes to healthy eating I do 99% of the grocery shopping and cooking, so that makes it easy regarding diet. Basically I can just say at breakfast, "breakfast is ready!" and that is that lol. For lunch I offer a few choices, for example "You want a greek salad or cucumber salad? and I'll make you some soup." This way he has choices from things he likes, but since I cook (the soup is homemade) I'm making sure he gets lots vitamins and good nutritional value from the calories.

When it comes to exercise it's a little tougher. He is restricted by doctors orders in what he can do. Yet there are things he can do, but the interest in some of the few cardio exercises allowed is not great to say the least lol. What I am trying to do )and is receiving a warmer response) is to find some physical activities that we both enjoy, for example salsa dancing. I am also working of getting him to do yoga (which he doesn't seem totally opposed to :)) --- Karen

 

Let me be the first (and probably only) Man to reply to this very important post.

Do your increased health factors influence you to be intentionally healthier or do you ignore your increased risks?
Since I know for a fact that I am pre-disposed to certain health risks the older I get, I do what I can to stay as healthy as I can. I also have plans in the future to do more to keep me as healthy as possible.

What are your expectations of your s-type's service...is your health something she should also be involved in?
Absolutely. If their is a relationship and you aren't just play partners, the sub has a vested interest in the health of her Dom. She should definitely be involved in. Mine stays on me about my health, asks questions, and reminds me of things I need to do (like eating right and stretching).

Do you expect and encourage her to cook healthy, get you to the doctor, encourage you to workout? Or do you shut her out of this area of your life and why?
I think that depends on whether both parties live together. If they don't, then the cooking thing is a difficult thing to achieve. Encouraging ones man to take care of himself, get to the doctor, and eat right is the RIGHT thing to do. Shutting that sub out of that area of a Doms life is the WRONG thing to do.

As a Black men, I know we don't share what's usually going on with us, we don't necessarily open up without some prompting. So when it comes to this area, the conversations can get pretty...tense. I say to those subs that love their Doms, stay on him. If he has your heart, mind, and soul then you have the right to make sure he's around as long as possible. ----- Bigg Kyle

 
 

"My Asshole Is Not A BBC Virgin Anymore"!!!

Yes, you read right. Last night, my favorite chocolate stud muffin and I came home and started fucking, because there isn't much else to do in this boring town where we live. And no, I didn't feel like driving down to Birmingham for some night life. Anyhow, we were going at it, in the shower no less, when I just felt like trying...it. The forbidden. That which I said I'd never try. And no one was more surprised about this than my guy. Three nights before, I fucked his ass with my favorite strap-on, and even though there were some cringe-worthy moments, it was fun for both of us.

When I told him I wanted to get fucked in MY ass, he was shocked. Anyhow, we did it. Slowly. Using only soap and shampoo as lubricant because this isn't a fucking porno and there's never any KY around when you need it. All i can say is if I knew this stuff was THAT much fun, I would have tried it a long time ago. Only side effect I can think of is that it, um, makes you fart a lot afterwards. Other than that, I highly recommend anal sex as a fun sexual activity, ladies and gents !

 

"The Life Of A Black Cock Bitch"!!!!
Was really depressed by the Packers loosing to the 49ers last night so I decided to go to the bar after the game to drown my sorrows. It was a bar in Chicago I never went to before but it was on my way home so I stopped. As I sat and siped my drink 3 black guys came in and sat close to me and were talking about the game and how S F dominated the packers. I just said "S F sucked and just got lucky" One guy looked at me and said "You must be a Packer man" I said damn right and he began to down grade the packers to the point where I just said "Would you just shut the fuck up"? He said No he has the right to say what he wants. I got up and went in the back by the restrooms there was a table and chairs back there. As I sat there about 10 mins later the 3 of them walked back and started bad mouthing again. I said Fuck leave me alone" One guy stood by me and said "We will leave you alone if you suck on this" he was holding his crotch.

I said "Fuck you' and got up and he pushed me back down and said "Your gonna suck my dick mother fucker' He unziped his pants and pulled out his soft cock and shoved it in my face and said "Open your mouth mother fucker' I was scared so I opened my mouth and he shoved it in my mouth. He ordered me to start sucking so I did. as I sucked it it got harder and larger to the point where my mouth was straining to keep open that wide He began to push back and forth his cock going in and out of my mouth he grabbed my head and pushed it hard against his crotch. He kept this up for a while and my fear began to turn to lust I began to really enjoy this big cock going in and out of my mouth. I settled down and worked it nice and he moaned he was gonna nut so I closed my lips tight and he let loose with a load that went straight down my throat I swallowed as fast as I could it tasted so good I wanted every drop when he stopped I squeezed his cock and got the last drops on my tongue to savor. he put his cock back in his pants and zipped up. he laughed and said "Another packer bites the dust" I was so horny I wanted more and asked about his 2 friends he said "Not here how about in the car?

I agreed so we all left the bar and got in his car which was parked by near by and his two friends and I got in the back seat and they took out their beautiful black cocks and allowed me to suck them off till they shot their cum in my mouth and I fuckin loved every drop I gave them my cell phone number and asked them to call me next week when S F plays and I will meet them any where and take care of any one or more if they want. Cant help it love the taste of beautiful black cock

 
 

"Brazilian Prostitutes Are Learning English To Prepare For The World Cup"!

In order to prepare for the foreign soccer players who will be visiting for the World Cup in 2014, prostitutes residing in Sao Paulo, Brazil are going to take free English classes to better serve their prospective clients next year. According to Cida Vieira, president of the Association of Prostitutes in the city of Belo Horizonte (yes, that really exists), around 20 whores are signed up to learn English, and she expects at least 300 of the group’s 4,000 members will do the same.

The association is organizing the classes and hiring teachers with the money their employees make.

“I don’t think we will have problems persuading English teachers to provide services for free,” she said. “We already have several volunteer psychologists and doctors helping us.”

“It will be important for the girls who will be able to use English to let their clients know what they are charging and learn about what turns them on,” Vieira said by telephone.

“And for the same reasons we are also thinking of offering free French and Italian classes,” she added.

Belo Horizonte’s 62,000-seat Mineirao Stadium will host three matches of the Confederations Cup and six games of the World Cup.

These prostitutes just keep getting harder to resist. There’s nothing sexier than a chick with eight teeth speaking broken English into your ear as you bust all over her mustache.

 
 

"The ideal image of a Black male dom to a white female sub"?

I am just curious to know what is the first thought white female subs think of when they envision their ideal BBC or black dom counter part. Do you want a black man who is well spoken and knowledgeable? Do you want a black man to think and dress in his own style and not be a cookie cutter clone of what you see on tv? Do you covet simply his physical appearance or does his drive and imagination excite you as well? Would you still have apprehension if he approached you in the street? If you were not married to a white cuck would you still feel safe being alone with a black man? Can you except him as black if he were of lighter complexion or dark as the night itself?

 Does he have to listen to hip hop, rap or r&b or can his taste be as diverse and changing as the world itself? Does he have to be the constant suave cool person everywhere he goes or will being honest, whitty, and somewhat goofy do if he has confidence in himself? I ask all these questions in the hope that some of you will actually take time to think about them yourself and be brutally honest in your answers. Being politically correct or sensitive to others feelings about this is in my opinion lying to yourselves and keeping you from true self realization about how you choose to interact with your distant relatives of another skin color. I know this discussion isn't as titillating as some of the others here but I'm hoping to gain some insight.

For me it isn't how light or dark His skin is, what music He listens to or even how He dresses. It is all in His presence...how He carries Himself, speaks intelligently and is confident, funny, sure of Himself, clear, strict, imaginative, creative, innovative, and what I love the most is to look into His eyes and see that right there He has my back and if I am to step out of line He is quick to put me back in my place or will be right there to pick me up if I should fall. There is a strength in a black mans face that no other man can ever possess. ---KATY 44, NC

His physical appearance and initial impression is what gets him "in the door". Then, when we talk, it is who he is as a man that closes the deal, so to speak. That frankly doesn't take too long to determine.

If he feels the need to act "cool", or to show what a man he is, or to act "gangsta", the evening (or whenever) will end in the first few minutes.

If you were not married to a white cuck would you still feel safe being alone with a black man?

Well, I am married to a white man, and a great one at that, So I really have no point of view to answer this.

Would you still have apprehension if he approached you in the street?

Well, that depends on the environment. If it is publicly, people around, all is good. If it is dark, not well lit, no or very few people close by, I don't care what race of man he is, I'm scared and leaving fast! ---HORNY HOUSE WIFE

To be honest i love a well dress, smart black man who is a bedroom bully in the bedroom, but i dont know how other married women may feel about this, but my husband always seem to have a problem with the connection i have with men like this. its weird, but for some reason i feel married men secretly feel this kind of dom would ultimately win over a married woman's heart and mind. --freaky plain jane, central Florida
 

"nasty submissive black cock slut series are here!

The holidays have came and went so now its time for us to get back to some nasty black cock slut shit!!! over the past few weeks we have slowly been releasing our vintage black and white hardcore slut photography series and have received alot of good feedback from fellow perverts! this dirty film style porn series can only be found inside the members community!!!!
 

"black cock commercial airs on Italian tv has white men pissed!

 the men in italy are not pleased with the makers of a new interracial commercial geared towards italian women getting more color in their life. we have to admit this commercial is funny, yet sexy!!!

"Chad johnson's ex-wife watches sex tape & calls it "boring"!!

 
 

"ex-football player chad johnson sex tape co-star revealed"!!!

According to Full Court Pumps, a video vixen by the name of Wankaego, legally known as Theresa Runyon, is the curvy tattooed co-star in Chad Johnson's steamy sex tape.  The Orlando native has in the past been linked to the likes of Waka Flocka and Soulja Boy, and she's currently pursuing a career as a rapper.  In the video, a stripper named Jessica is the one filming the sexual interactions, and she is the same woman who Evelyn exchanged words with on Twitter in the past.  

Now as for Wankaego, she's definitely packing some real eye candy in those curves.  Check out her pictures, and the stripper Jessica's pictures above.

 
 

"breaking interracial news:" ex-football player chad johnson "(allegedly) confirms ir sex tape! currently being shopped"!!!
 

"We kept hearing reports of a Chad Ochocinco sex tape, well here are pix of the alleged footage of your favorite football player getting busy!!! Word on the Internet street is the freaks who were getting pounded are looking for a fucking $$$$$ pay day!!!

To be continued!!!!
 

"Question:" What do you do when people stare at interracial"?
 

Funny that even in this day in age some people still stare at interracial couples what do you do when your out with someone of the opposite sex and people stare? I personally love it and make sure I give her a big Kiss when it happens to me, although i will admit it doesn't happen often to me, I have heard people have completely different experience then I, how about you have you had this happen and when it does what do you do?

* I used to get mad when I was younger and people would make comments. It would mostly come from Black women. I had one woman say, "I don't want no cream in my coffee." I corrected her and said, "I don't want 'any' cream in my coffee. That would be grammatically correct. Also, judging from your general size and disposition, you should look into a non-dairy, low-fat creamer to help combat that morbid obesity you're dealing with." She looked at me stunned as I am sure her limited vocabulary and intellect were working on my reply well after my girlfriend and I were gone. Nowadays I just play into it and get more affectionate and most times inappropriately so. Then I cut whoever is staring, a shit eating grin.  ----BBC Server

* Staring does not automatically equal disapproval. Shoot, I catch myself staring at Black man/white woman couples all the time. I can't help it. I find myself wondering if they're just friends, married, or if her husband knows? --married white Kentucky  vanilla wife.

* I live in the south and its happens all the time and I make a point to make. sure they know he is mine and I am his... And that I know they are looking, they usually stop staring, cause I can mean mug pretty damn well.. haha. ----Mona 4 Black Only

* Recently, I met up with a White attorney for the first time in a public park in a predominantly Black part of L.A. She rolled up in a beautiful BMW. Oooh, Weeee... That got some stares! LOL It also depends on how you carry yourself as well. If you don't get all uptight and just ignore any Idiots, most normal people really don't care.   ----Left Coast Lover

* That actually happened today. I met a friend on lunch and this guy just started staring with disapproval. I smiled at the guy and I gave my friend a really nice passionate kiss, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist anyways. The guy shook his head and kept on walking...my friend went in for another kiss and life went on. ----Real Women Love Strong Black Cocks

* This actually happened to me last night when I met up with my friend at a bar. Mind you I live in Northern California where interracial couples are not a rarity. My friend had been at the bar for about an hour before I got there. He was alone and at the corner of the bar. When I walked in I gave him a quick hug and sat down besides him. Two ladies about 2 bar stools away just "stink eyed" me for a good minute. They might have been disgusted that we were together or maybe they were jealous that they couldn't snag him. I smiled, leaned in closer to my friend and told him about it. We both had a good laugh and then proceeded to get lost in our own world. ----Janice

* I have been dealing with this my whole life it seems. I think for the most part it is a lot better than it was in the 80s. Back then it might have caused a fight. Now I tend to not pay attention to people who stare. Although I was out with a man and we kept getting side eye from two black women. He just pulled me close put his tongue down my throat and his hand up my skirt. Since they were already talking he gave them a little PDA to talk about lolol He also loudly said, "I would date a hot intelligent white girl over an uptight black chick any day. Especially the angry, money hungry, drama queen kind." They quickly changed tables far away from us. ----Love Is Free

* I have been dealing with the stares since 1972 at the age of 16. I'm now 56. Mom told me then if I believe in what I'm doing, keep my head high and ignore, ignore, ignore. It was difficult in those early years, and I loved walking down the street in racist Glendale, California in 1974, holding hands and kissing my boyfriend, watching all the older white folks having heart attacks. lol However, as I have aged, it's much easier to ignore the ignorance. I was once told that I should stick to my own kind. My response: " i thought i was, He's human isn't he"...  ----IR60'sLove

* Try going out to dinner as a very white and very pregnant white woman and a very dark skinned handsome black man. Talk about stares and hushed comments. 30-40 year old black women and older white men are the worse. ----Milf4GangFun

* I'm a put on a show kinda girl. I see someone staring, I want to climb on his lap and give him the sexiest kiss I can manage. ----Cheri Sex

 
 

"Meet The Hottest Married Moms Ready For Big Black Dicks"!!!

 

"10 year BlackBachelor.com Anniversary  Party Photos"!!!

Yes, ladies and gents we made it 10 years of fucking hot white women! Here are a few pix of our crazy party on Friday night, it was fucking off the chain!!!!

LOL, homie has his eyes locked on the **prize of the night! LOL! Latina ass stole the night!!!

Grandpa loving the ass shakin contest!!! LOL!
 

"What is Wrong With Married Cuckold Husbands"?

"why do white men complain with their women turn to macho black men to fuck their brains out in the bedroom? ohh this picture explains it all! you see more and more white cuckold husband have come out of the closet on the internet and their women are disgusted!!!!
 

"the New Dirty American Interracial Couple"!!!

"have you ever wondered what kims fuck face is like when mr. west is blowing his load inside of her??? have you? think about that when you are fucking your boring white girlfriend and you need something to get you in the mood. just think of kim with black sperm oozing out of her ass crack while in doggiestyle!!!

fucking priceless!!
 

"Are You Ready For A Big Breakfast You Hungry White Bitch"!!!

"Poor anna a freaky white bitch with a big appetite for dark meat, today is her lucky fucking day because there is plenty of thick dark dicks too feed her hungry white mouth!! white freaks like this is what the world needs more of, you see anna has been holding out for the perfect white man to marry, to take care of her kids. things are not going well in the white man dating world so she has no choice but to turn to her undercover love.

nigga dicks!

i had alot of fun feeding her a meaty black dick at 9:45am to start her day and like a true slut anna got on her knees and worshipped the cock and swallowed every drop of nigga juice with a smile! :)

 

"my first threesome to make daddy happy"!!!
Driving to his apartment, I ask myself, am I really doing this? It’s been a fantasy of mine, but always just that, not a reality. As I get to his door, I take a deep breath. I feel slightly anxious, but more excited and enticed by what is to come. I open the door to the lights off, candles lit, and sensual music in the background. I put my hands on the wall and arch my back as I’m told by daddy. I face the wall with my head down, and every few minutes he comes behind me, telling me how sexy I look, and rubbing up, down, and between my legs. My body is so excited, and all I want to do is lift my head and kiss him. He occasionally lets me feel his cock from outside of his pants. I can feel it getting harder as I do what daddy tells me. After what feels like eternity of waiting against the wall, B opens the door and she joins me on the wall.

I’m eager to look up and see who is beside me, but I keep my head down. He switches between us, caressing our legs and our bodies. Then, he tells B to rub my ass, my legs, and eventually between my legs. The second her hands are on me, I can tell it is her. Her touch is soft and sensual. I instantly feel excitement rushing through my body, and I can feel myself getting wetter. Then it’s my turn to touch her body. Standing behind her, I place my hands on her amazing, tight ass. I love running my hands over her body, and feeling how warm she is between her legs.

Daddy then takes us separately to the couch, each taking our pants down to our calves, and bending over the couch with our heads down. He spanks B for being late. I hear her say thank you, such a sexy voice. But still I have not seen her. He spanks me too, although not too hard as he knows I can’t take it as hard as B can. I take my tight pants off, but keep my black patent pumps on as B comes behind me and begins to touch my pussy. Again, from the second her hand touches my body, I know it is her. The soft, warm touch can only be a woman’s. She touches me just long enough that I can only imagine how amazing the rest of the evening will unfold.

Then it’s my turn. Her soft, warm skin is incredibly beautiful. I love touching her warm, wet pussy. I wonder what mine felt like to her. As she’s touching me, I’m eager for more. I can’t wait to taste her.

He tells us softly and slowly kiss each other. I love this. I love feeling her soft lips against mine. Then we share his cock. Mm how I’ve been waiting to have his hard cock in my mouth. I love sharing it with B, as we both run our lips and tongues over him. After he has had enough of this, he tells us to lay on the couch and 69. Finally I get to taste her. It’s what I imagined and so much more. She is so warm, wet, and tastes so good. I love putting my tongue in her and feeling her dripping pussy with my fingers. I’m wondering if she can tell I have never done this before. She’s making all the right sounds, and I’m hoping I’m getting her more excited. I love kissing B after this, and tasting myself in her mouth.

Daddy decides we’re getting too much attention from each other, so we each sit on the couch with our legs spread wide in the air. First, he fucks Brandy, and I love watching him thrust in and out of her. I love rubbing my hands over her body and having my hands in her hair while he’s in her. Then it’s my turn. I’ve been waiting for him. He’s kept me waiting for too long. Having his hard cock in my pussy feels so amazing. I had forgotten how good he felt. B is caressing my body. In this moment, this is all I want. This is perfect.

After daddy has enough of fucking us, he directs me to kneel down against the bed. He takes B away, and I wonder what they are doing. I want to lift my head and see, but I don’t want to upset him and get in trouble. I soon find out anyway. B has a thick, hard strap on and begins to fuck me gently. This hard cock feels incredible and knowing B is behind me only gets me more excited. She is gentle, but firm enough. I want to ask her to go a little deeper, a little faster.

But without saying a word, she knew when to give it to me a little harder. I want her to keep going, but it is Daddy’s turn. This entirely excites me. I’ve wanted to wear a strap on and fuck his pussy for weeks, so I love watching and learning when B does this. He takes it slow, but deep. I massage his ass, and touch his body. I can only hope that he’s never felt better than he does in this moment.

Daddy cums all over B’s stomach and chest, so I clean her up. I love the taste of his cum and licking B’s soft body. He walks away to start the shower and tells us to wash each other’s bodies. B begins by rubbing the body wash all over my body, up and down my legs. I still can’t get over a woman’s touch. I feel that I have definitely been missing out. B and I begin kissing. We can’t keep our hands off of each other. Daddy gets jealous so he joins us in the shower. I love our three warm bodies so close together. We each face the wall while he gives us more attention. My body is in heaven. So much touch, stimulation, and pleasure in such a short time.

B and I eventually walk out of daddy’s apartment together, but not before he gives each of us a kiss. We walk outside, and B and I hug and kiss goodbye, and say that maybe we’ll play again soon.

A great night. I’m so lucky that my Daddy made that happen and fulfilled my fantasy of having a threesome and being with another woman. As I drive home, I think about how the night unfolded, and replay my favorite parts of the night in my head. All I can wonder is why I waited so long. My body feels so entirely relaxed and pleased. I know I’ll sleep well tonight and dream about a next time.
 
 
 

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"The Power Of The Almighty..

i will be your mothers worst nightmare but your most amazing dream. i will take over your life completely just wait and see. i am very quiet and i will sneak into your life, and as you know im going to change you you dont know what will happen. the way you feel around me controls your soul. just hold on to thier love until it grows cold. my purpose is to make you happy and pray for you to smile. hoping maybe you will keep me around for a while.

 i know you may be scared of the temptations but trust and walk with me so i can show you my creations. dont go to anyone about me for they will never understand. dont think you will be able to get away cause you never can. i know what you want and i have what you need. so everyday you will wait and crave for me..
 

"Thank you black master for allowing my mouth to worship your big black cock"!

"The bible says women should submit to their man at all times. I was raised in a strict middle class household and I believe in following the word of God. It gives me great pleasure to get on my knees every night and worship my black master big, thick horse cock! Yes, it hurts my jaw muscles from time to time, but its worth it. A good women should never allow her master to go to bed with balls full of sperm. Its my job to keep his nut sack empty, I would not be a good submissive if I did anything less.

"dinner & drinks with a  black cock slut"!!!

BB: "When did you realize you were a slut for black men"?

BBC Kerry: "When my father told me niggers would treat you like shit and break your heart everytime! LOL! Yes, my father was some what of a racist he worked in an old factory with a lot of black guys and he hated his job! He would come home and tell me stories on how black guys would show up late to work because they were out partying and chasing women all night! That made me curious about being with men who didnt have a care in the world! It pissed my father off even more when I use to go to the company picnics with short dresses on and all the black guys use to stare at me, that made my pussy wet all the time!

I ended up fucking his best employee in the back seat of his car on my graduation day and I was hooked from then. I only wanted to fuck older black men with big dicks!!! LOL!

More BBC Kerry in the members community...

"Our Love Was Color Blind... But Our Families Weren't"!

Deeply moving, and exposing tensions that still blight Britain today, mixed-race couples from four generations tell their stories

MY FATHER THREW ME OUT OF THE HOUSE': 1940s MARY AND JAKE JACOBS

Mary, 81, is married to Jake, 86, and lives in Solihull in the West Midlands. They have no children. Mary is a former deputy head teacher, and Jake worked for the post office before retiring. Mary is white and Jake is black, originally from Trinidad.

MARY SAYS: When I told my father I was going to marry Jake he said, ‘If you marry that man you will never set foot in this house again.’

He was horrified that I could contemplate marrying a black man, and I soon learned that most people felt the same way. The first years of our marriage living in Birmingham were hell — I cried every day, and barely ate. No one would speak to us, we couldn’t find anywhere to live because no one would rent to a black man, and we had no money.

Love against the odds: Mary's father threw her out when she decided to marry Jake in 1948, left. Decades on, they couldn't be happier together

People would point at us in the street. Then I gave birth to a stillborn son at eight months. It wasn’t related to the stress I was under but it broke my heart, and we never had any more children.

Now it’s very hard to comprehend the prejudice we encountered, but you have to remember that there were hardly any black people in Britain in the Forties. I met Jake when he came over during the war from Trinidad, as part of the American forces stationed at the Burtonwood base near my home in Lancashire. We were at the same technical college. I was having typing and shorthand lessons and he’d been sent there for training by the Air Force. He was with a group of black friends and they called my friend and me over to talk. We didn’t even know they spoke English, but Jake and I got chatting. He quoted Shakespeare to me, which I loved.

A few weeks later we went for a picnic, but were spotted by a lady cycling past — two English girls with a group of black men was very shocking — and she reported me to my father, who banned me from seeing him again.

Jake returned to Trinidad, but we carried on writing to each other, and a few years later he returned to the UK to get better paid work.

'No family came to our register office wedding in 1948... I do not regret marrying him for an instant, despite all the pain we have suffered'

He asked me to marry him, quite out of the blue, when I was only 19. My father threw me out, and I left with only one small suitcase to my name. No family came to our register office wedding in 1948.

But gradually life became easier. I got teaching jobs, ending up as a deputy head teacher. First Jake worked in a factory, then for the Post Office.

Slowly we made friends together, but it was so hard. I used to say to new friends: ‘Look, I have to tell you this before I invite you to my home — my husband is black.’

My father died when I was 30 and although we were reconciled by then, he never did approve of Jake.

Today we have been married for 63 years, and are still very much in love. I do not regret marrying him for an instant, despite all the pain we have suffered.

JAKE SAYS: I feel so fortunate to have met and married Mary, but it saddens me that we could not be accepted by society. Nowadays I say to young black people: ‘You have no idea what it used to be like.’

When I arrived in the UK I was subjected to abuse every day. Once I was on a bus and a man rubbed his hands on my neck and said: ‘I wanted to see if the dirt would come off.’

And back then you couldn’t work in an office — because a black man in an office with all the white girls wasn’t thought to be safe.

'PEOPLE SHOUTED "PAKI" ON THE STREET': 1960s PAMELA AND SHAFIQUE UDDIN

Pamela, 63, and Shafique, 75, a retired restaurant manager, live in Stepney, East London. They have six grown-up children, three boys and three girls, and nine grandchildren. Pamela is English and Shafique is from Bangladesh.
 

PAMELA SAYS: It was Shafique’s amazing mop of jet-black hair that first attracted me to him. I was 14, and I can still remember seeing him in the kitchen of the local Wimpy restaurant where he was the chef.

The next time I went in he served me, and we got chatting. Nearly 50 years on we are still together.

My family lived near Brick Lane, in East London, and the Fifties and Sixties were a time of great change there. A lot of Bengali men came to London to find jobs, like Shafique, and many moved to Brick Lane, which has since become a strong Bangladeshi community.

Multi-cultural harmony: Pamela and Shafique's families eventually accepted their relationship

A lot of my friends were attracted to the Asian men. They were smart, nice-looking, well-dressed and well-spoken. When Shafique and I started going out, my mother was fine, but my dad was horrified.

He refused to come when we married in a register office in 1965, when I was 19. He thought Shafique wouldn’t stick by me, but once we’d been married a few years and he saw how my husband looked after me, he admitted he had been wrong and Shafique became his favourite son-in-law.

Some people living in our area were hostile — they shouted ‘Paki’ at Shafique when we walked down the street, and lots of nasty things were said to us.

Our first date was to an Asian cinema to see a love story. I did get a lot of looks, though they were more surprised than anything else. We now have a home in Bangladesh and I am always treated like a queen when we visit.

'Some people living in our area were hostile — they shouted "Paki" at Shafique when we walked down the street'

After we married I converted to Islam, and we decided to bring up our children as Muslims, so there were never any disputes between us at home.

However, we have always celebrated Christmas as well as Eid, and our children, and now grandchildren, love it because it means they get a lot of presents.

SHAFIQUE SAYS: Sadly my mother never met my wife — she died before I could take Pamela back to Bangladesh. But I know she wasn’t happy about my marrying a non-Muslim girl.

My children nearly all have multi-cultural marriages and we are very happy about that — one son has married a Turkish girl, another a Jewish girl, one daughter a mixed-race man and another an Englishman. We have no prejudices — everyone is welcome in our family.

'I WAS SPAT AT AS I PUSHED OUR BABY'S PRAM':1990s JAN AND TONY LLOYD

Tony, 54, runs martial arts fitness company, Fighting Fit. He is married to Jan, 51, and the couple have a ten-year-old daughter, Toni. They live in South London. Jan is white and Tony’s parents are originally from Jamaica.
 

JAN SAYS: Tony and I got together after I went to one of his fitness classes. It was the mid Nineties, not long after Stephen Lawrence had been murdered in South London, and a time when tensions were high between the black community and the police.

One incident in particular brought it home to me how different life could be for Tony, compared to the white boyfriends I’d had.

He was driving home from work in his Mercedes one afternoon when he was stopped by police investigating an armed robbery.

Bucking the trend: Jan was the first in her family to marry a man who wasn't white when she wed Tony in 1996

Despite the fact his car was emblazoned with his company logo, and he was wearing his martial arts uniform, they hauled him out at gunpoint, before thoroughly searching both him and the car.

When he told me what happened I was incredibly shocked. He said he got the impression that if he made any unexpected move they would have shot him. That sort of thing just wasn’t something I’d ever encountered before.

When Tony and I married in 1996 I was the first person in my family to marry a man who wasn’t white.

Mine was a very traditional middle-class background — my family are Home Counties’ farmers and I was privately educated.

'It still shocks me how much, often unspoken, racism remains in Britain. I was once spat at as I pushed our baby's pram'

They were very polite to Tony, but my parents worried about how our children would cope with a mixed identity. This was unchartered territory for them.

But, even now, it still shocks me how much, often unspoken, racism remains in Britain. When our daughter Toni was just a baby and I was pushing her through the park in her buggy, an elderly man, whom I knew by sight, came over. I thought he wanted to coo over the baby but he spat at me. It left me shaking.

Tony and I sometimes don’t get asked to certain events in the community where we live, and while nothing is ever said the only difference is that we are a mixed-race couple.

But thankfully Toni is oblivious. She attends a multi-racial church school, and I don’t think she ever considers the color of her skin.

My parents had nothing to worry about. Hopefully, by the time she’s old enough to marry the issues we’ve faced really will be a thing of the past.

TONY SAYS: When I got together with Jan the fact that she was white wasn’t an issue for me — I had been out with girls from different backgrounds before. I was simply attracted to her personality and the fact that, like me, she loved keeping fit.

But mixed relationships can be difficult for some elements of the black community to accept.

While this isn’t why I fell for Jan, some black women think that a successful black man only wants a white wife as a status symbol and that it means black women are somehow not good enough.

But then you hear of black women who only go out with successful white men, so sometimes black men are treated as inferior too.

My parents came to Britain in their late 20s, as part of the ‘Windrush’ generation of Jamaicans who were encouraged to come and settle in  the UK.

Thankfully like the rest of my family, and friends, they have always been very accepting of Jan and relationships like ours.

'IT CAUSED REAL PROBLEMS WITH HIS FAMILY': 2009 PRIMROSE KAUR AND JASPREET SINGH

Primrose, 32, is married to Jaz, 27, and the couple, both civil servants, live in Windsor. Primrose, a black Zimbabwean brought up in the UK, is expecting their first child. Jaz is a Punjabi Sikh who was born in Britain.

PRIMROSE SAYS: When I was 12 my parents sent me to the UK to live with my sister, who is much older than me. They thought I would get a better education in the UK, and I was sent to a Catholic grammar school.

After college I began working for an airline authority, which is where I met Jaz. We fell in love — but it caused a lot of problems with his family.

My family were fine about me marrying a Sikh — we are already a mix as my father is half-Chinese — but the Indian view remains that people should not marry outside their culture. Actually, immigrants who have not been in Britain long are accepting, it’s the longer established communities that are less open to change.

And it’s very unusual to see couples who are black and Asian. In the Asian community if a man marries a white girl it is just about acceptable, but a black girl? No way. The cultures just aren’t used to mixing.

People have a view that Britain is a highly accepting multicultural society, but there are prejudices that still exist among certain races and religions.

What’s surprised me most is actually how few differences there are between Jaz and my outlook.

He was actually sent to India for three weeks to meet prospective brides agreed by his parents while he was dating me.

They didn’t realise how serious we were, but by then we were in love and when he came home he told his mother that it was me he wanted to marry.

We married in 2009, and had a white wedding at a register office, and then a traditional wedding at a Sikh temple in Southall. My mother couldn’t come over because of the problems in Zimbabwe, but both his parents attended.

I haven’t converted, as Jas is not particularly religious, but I think he will encourage our children to go to a Sikh school where they can learn Punjabi. I support this. Because my heritage is already mixed I don’t really have a cultural identity and I think it would be nice for our children to have a stronger sense of where they come from.
 

JAZ SAYS: It was very difficult for me to pluck up the courage to tell my family that I wanted to marry a black African girl.

In my culture there’s a lot of pressure to marry a girl of the same culture and also caste. A lot of parents disown their children if they make a marriage like this.

My parents’ view was that they wanted me to be happy, but my extended family was concerned. It really took strength to stand by our decision. We will aim to bring our children up within both faiths — Sikh and Christian.

I actually think it is much more important that they are good people, rather than if they are Sikh or Christian. There are far too many problems in the world caused by people who are overly religious.

---UK Daily Mail. BB.

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