"I like making women out ofmen," he said. "Does your soft pussy like my hard cock?"From my popper induced haze, I moaned, "Yes, my pussy needs your ha...rdcock. Make me a woman! Fill me with your hot cum!" I grabbed my cockand began to stroke it violently, yelling, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck memy pussy!"His pace quickened. His cock slammed into me harder and harder andharder. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" I yelled as my cock geysered towardthe ceiling. Under the heavy influence of the poppers, my cum. ..that was the end of my beginning, the end of wanting, right in front and on my left, my hung african fellow, my first lover.two more dates, and so it was, and we came to our third date where our minds set upon this goal, this virginity. He was 24 or so he stated, but his age wasn't what I wanted to know.I said "take me home, ben"led around my own neighborhood as If i wouldn't know the way. Looking back upon my naïvety I smile still as my lips parted he said "hunmft" and click he opened his. .. He could always fuck me again. And again and again and again. Just whenever he wanted.I understand now the true torment of sexual slavery in the black pimps brothels. ��My lips were trembling, my cheeks twitching.. i fought down the bitter fury in my heart. I had to accept... had to submit..... my prime object was to please the niggers. I had become quite unstinted in my efforts to please the niggers. That was my duty. My duty as a white sex slave. My arrogance, selfishness and short-temper. The girl next to me took her turn and said, “Never have I ever gone down on a girl.” You looked right at me as you put your finger down. I bit back the moan that so desperately wanted to escape and I couldn’t look away from you. We made charged eye contact the rest of the night, but nothing happened. Oh, how I wanted to take you right then and there. I’m jerked back to the present when I feel two fingers inside me again in addition to your tongue and your beard rubbing against my clit. It’s all.