I was bound by nothing. The feeling of power was mind-blowing. They say you can never truly know someone. I can. I reached for her pleasure center ag...ain and began to…well in a sense it was like whispering soft and gentle nothings in a lovers ear. I watched her body language and it was very similar to last night. She started to caress herself, her breathing deepened and, as the warmth of arousal spread throughout her body, she appeared to sink further into the feather-softness of her bed. She. He glanced at me very seriously, telling me he could do the same.“Well, you go first”. I said in a defiant voice.He replied walking towards the pool. I watched as he dropped his shorts exposing the massive black dick that swung between his legs before jumping into the pool. I quickly removed my clothes and jumped into the pool. I swam towards him underwater getting another look at his long black cock before coming to the surface.“This water feels amazing!” I said enjoying myself as I began to. At first I thought that I had to pee, but then began to feel much better than that. My eyes closed as I threw my head back into the pillow further. Electrical pulsations surged through my cock that made my erection grow even stiffer. He took notice and started to stroke me harder as I did the same to him. My penis felt like it was going to explode. And with that I had reached sensory overload as I experienced my first dry orgasm, and that felt GOOD!!! Coming down from my high, I noticed. The best dancers were of course black men. I would go to the black bars and dance with all the black men. The deep secret was that I was overwhelmingly attracted to black men. Coming from a southern family, blacks were not put down, but it was clear that a nice white girl would never have sex with one. It was just another taboo for me to break. I remember the first black guy that had me. I say first black guy, because after I had my first one, I let as many have me as possible. To be perfectly.