They’re all going interracial now! As a Black man who loves Black women, I found myself quite confused in this place. There were so many beautiful B...lack women in the city of Ottawa. Black women make up almost sixty percent of the Black population of the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. These ladies came from everywhere. The Republic of Haiti. Jamaica. Trinidad. Djibouti. Somaliland. Ghana. Chad. Ethiopia. Congo. Zaire. The Republic of South Africa. Zimbabwe. Nigeria. Wow. I’m a lifelong. It added to the excitement. “Just go in and ask for a private booth”, he had told me. So why was I out in my truck instead of inside getting my cock sucked by an anonymous whore? I was fighting a moral dilemma. You see, I am married, happily married in fact, with two kids, a teenage son and daughter. But with Brittany’s new promotion causing her to work late most days, and both the kids at various sport practices after school, I found the weekday afternoons home alone to be empty. Add the. Cum for me, Kevin.” I humped her for all I was worth. Her tits bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew stronger and stronger, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no feeling in the world quite like that. It felt awesome. For some bizarre reason, I felt the need to count every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and weaker. I had just squirted twelve loads. I am tossed into a dark cell, the porthole letting in just a single shaft of light and quickly chained to a crossbeam. I turn back to the door filled with rage and begin pounding on the thick oak. "Free me, you bastards! I will kill you all! I will kneel nor open to no man!" Their only response is cruel laughter, and I collapse on my knees. As I try to remain prideful, I force myself to choke back my tears and remain the strong mountain woman I was raised to be but soon, I am filled with fear.