I also knew I too wanted to be castrated, to be a black mans boy bitch, to suck his cock, a cock much larger then my 5 incher; to hold as many African... balls as I could in my hands and be used by them, breed by them, raped by them. By black men with big balls and long thick cocks; I wanted my belly filled with their African cream, and my man pussy scratch, even fist fucked or gang banged if they wanted too. If only I could find me some black men that would fuck me all night it would be a. I grabbed her nipple and twisted it. She shivered and growled at the sensation of my hand working her hard nipple. I smiled as she spread her legs a little wider and grind on my hard member, I could feel the heat coming from her mound as she started to grind faster on my throbbing cock. With my other hand I slowly started to rub up her thigh on her left leg and smiled as I kissed lightly. I looked into her eyes and I could see the fire of passion burning in them. I slowly rubbed up to where her. I heard some shit. And I wanted to see if it was true." Some hoes? It wasn't exactly a secret that I stripped," Daisy said."I've never been to a strip club before. And I see you? I kind of want my first lap dance from you," I said."I can take care of that thing too. It'll cost extra," she said."Psh. You think I came unprepared? I got you," I said, smiling."Look at Big Baller here... you want to be my Sugar Daddy?" She said, starting her dance.At that moment in time, she was the sexiest thing. Settling in at lunch, I was finally able to unwind a bit and relax into my book.Okay, I didn’t really ever relax into these books, quite the opposite in fact. They would really get me quite worked up, so I have no clue why I still read them at work and in transit. But at home, when I’d start feeling a bit too into the book and find myself damp and tingling, sometimes I’d quietly bring myself to orgasm. It never took much, as sensitive as my nerve endings are.It was soon after that when I.