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My Secret Addiction Ch. 01

It all started with my first girlfriend in high school. Her name was Kaley, and she was a very pretty blond-haired cheerleader. I was just a dumb teen in love, and my naivety blinded me from all the red flags I should have seen. I thought we were in love, and we had plans to go to the same college together and everything. But that all changed one night during a high school football game. I had lost track of her; we were supposed to meet up to hang out with some friends.

I eventually found her in the parking lot, having sex with one of the football team players in his car.. They were going at it like they were practiced. I stared in disbelief as the love of my young teenage life cheated on me with a popular football player. I recognized him as a running back, a tall, muscular black guy. She was riding him hard in the front seat, lost in pleasure. I remember stumbling back literally clutching my heart. I was devastated.

I couldn't find in myself the courage or will to even talk to her about it. Instead I would just spy on her when she didn't think I was around. I'd constantly catch her stealing knowing looks or even making out with several of the black football players from time to time. She seemed to have a type, black, and muscular. The opposite of me, so why was she even with me? I didn't understand anything, I was so lost and confused.

One day I followed her and a new black guy I hadn't seen before into the empty showers. He had her up against the wall and was fucking her hard from behind.

She was calling out his name over and over. "Jerome. Oh, Jerome!"

I had been lied to, I was hurt. It destroyed me but I couldn't stop watching. Why couldn't I just break up with her and move on? I couldn't even confront her about it. I was just a heartbroken, confused teenager. I started to cry so I rubbed my eyes and leaned back into a locker, unable to look anymore, when a loud crash erupted out of nowhere. I practically jumped in panic. I had knocked over a damn trash can next to me.

"Someone's here..!" I heard Kaley whisper in fright. I rushed around the corner only to run face to face with them. They must of slipped around the opposite way! I was frozen and so were they.

"Who dis? You gonna tell, bruh?" this Jerome guy said as he finished putting on his shirt. Kaley gave me a sad, ashamed look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Jim, it's just... I gotta go..." And then she took his hand and they left me there. I never spoke to her again.

Later on in the privacy of my home, I'd search around the internet, losing myself in porn. I quickly stumbled onto interracial porn and became hooked. Was it because of my experiences with Kaley? Maybe so, but it turned me on more than I could understand. It became an addiction. I couldn't stop watching interracial sex between a black man and a white woman.

Throughout college I dated off and on, but I still couldn't stop watching it. On a deep level It just turned me on. Sometimes I'd picture Kaley or a current girlfriend in the place of the white girl having sex with the black man as I masturbated. I remember after imagining that about Kaley, I looked her up online to snoop a bit. Apparently she had married some black guy and had three kids together. I was blown away. For some reason that turned me on and I started masturbating to her pictures. What was wrong with me?

After that I tried to break the habit but no matter how determined or hard I tried, I kept going straight back to interracial porno's. It didn't matter if I was just seeing a pretty white girl in public somewhere, I'd start to imagine her being fucked by a black guy with a huge dick.

At the age of twenty-four I married the love of my life. She was an attractive, young, twenty-two year old woman named Leah. My kink miraculously faded as we both shared a healthy, loving sex life. We would make love almost every day. Our honeymoon was nothing but sex and more sex.

My Leah had sexy petite body, gorgeous brunette hair, and sparkly blue eyes. She stood at 5'3 and loved how much taller I was than her at around 5'11. She had sexy little titties with pierced nipples I loved to play with. She wore her hair at about shoulder length, and was an exceptional dresser. She always kept up with the latest trends. I'd get a sense of pride when people showered her with compliments on how good she looked. She was perfect, at least to me.

After a long day at work me and my wife were taking a stroll through our favorite park. She struck up a conversation about her old job.

"Yeah I don't miss it at all," she sighed as she glanced at the ducks swimming by in a line. I clutched her close and agreed.

"I'm glad, babe. Your new job is way more lax, I get way more precious Leah time. Guess I'm selfish but I don't care." I chuckled.

"Oh I know, sweetie," she said with a big smile. "I love spending more time with my hubbie."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek. We continued through the path until we found a bench and took a seat together. We talked for a bit until out of nowhere she told me about this black guy at that old job who tried hitting on her.

"He would just stare at me, like he was hungry for me. Like some kind of animal.." She looked out over the pond searching her memories. "Always flirting, I couldn't even take him seriously, who does that?" She shook her head a little, grinning at the memory.

I was beyond curious but didn't want to make it obvious. "Oh yeah? Was it just to you, or...?"

She gave a low sigh, "No. It was just me, I was soooo annoyed. The girls kept poking fun, they would refer to him as 'my boyfriend'. Ugh!"

The wind picked up as she looked back over at me, brushing her hair out of her face. "Always a flirt, always trying to flatter me. He just wouldn't give up."

Something broke loose inside me at her story though; I was growing aroused. "Why didn't you report him then?"

"Oh he was still sweet, I couldn't do that to him, I'd feel like such a bitch." She giggled looking back to the pond.

A few ducks started quacking in unison. The tone in her voice seemed more like she actually was flattered, and maybe excited by the black man's advances I thought.

She placed her hand on my thigh as she giggled again. "Oh gawd, one time he bumped into me in the hallway with the other girls, and he just looked me up and down and said like, 'Hows my wife doin' or something. I almost died right there. I was so embarrassed, Jim."

My penis started to grow on its own accord to her story. She wasn't going to admit it but she for sure liked it. I could read her face, I knew my Leah.

She quickly retracted her hand and looked at me. "I did refuse all his advances, you know," she said giggling again, "it was just so crazy. That Kivon was out of his mind."

I kept picturing my wife in my head, in this black guys arms. I was completely hard.

Later that night in bed I tossed and turned, trapped in an intense erotic dream. I floated on the sidelines watching Leah accept all of Kivon's advances and took him home. Lips locked together, her arms around him, each other in heated passion.

I saw her slowly stripping in front of him, tossing her clothes to the floor and crawling to him on the bed. She used her mouth on him hungrily and then rode his cock fast and hard. I watched from outside their window, unable to stop her as she surrendered her body to him. I saw how she experienced pure pleasure as her milky white body tangled in heated passion with his dark, muscular form.

My interracial pornography addiction slowly creeped back into my life after that. In secret I was browsing the internet, downloading or streaming the hottest interracial porn I could find. I even payed for a few subscription services, I just had to keep my wife from finding them on a bill.

I sat at my computer looking up sexy celebrity women dating black men and downloaded their images to masturbate to. Sometimes I masturbated so much it would affect my sexual performance in bed. That's the exact moment I started picturing my beautiful wife getting blacked. I would get an instant erection just thinking about it.

About few months went by and I started getting a little sloppy hiding evidence of my shameful addiction. I'd forget to clear my internet history, or leave a video paused on my tablet or something like that. I was lucky she never spotted any of it until the day I eventually fucked up.

One night I was sitting at the table, my face bathed in the only light in the room coming from the interracial porn video playing on my tablet. My wife Leah slept, she had gone to bed early after having a particularly long and frustrating day at work. My hard dick was in my hand and I gave it a tight squeeze when I saw the large glistening black cock enter the small white blonde girl from behind.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy as that big black cock must of kissed her cervix. She gritted her teeth and started moaning loudly as her black lover slowly see-sawed in and out of her wet pussy. Her moans echoed through my room.

"Shit." I fumbled with the volume controls.

I forgot I had it on full blast.. The last thing I wanted was to wake Leah up to that. I continued stroking my dick and imagined my beautiful wife in the blonde girl's place. I came really hard to that. It's what I always ended up cumming to when I watched my favorite interracial porn now. My wife getting blacked.

"Ah dammit!" I missed the tissue and made a mess on the side of the table. I quickly got up and cleaned the mess and went to bed.

Leah caught me.

My wife was an early riser and woke up before I did that day. She spotted my dark secret on the table.

Oh no..

I had forgotten to put my tablet away! In my hurry to clean up I completely forgot to turn off the tablet or put it away or anything!

The interracial porn was a very big shock to my wife.

"Jim, what the hell is this your looking at?" Leah asked with a look of disgust on her face. She was holding my tablet with the tip of her index finger and thumb like it was radioactive.

For awhile she wouldn't speak to me. I bought her flowers and tried to get back in her good graces. She finally came around; she never could hide her smile when I got her pink roses.

"So.." She started, as we stood outside on the patio. "What are all those videos about?" She took a sip of her wine and looked at me with a stony expression..

"I don't know baby... it's... it's just porn. It's a fetish I have." I stammered as I stood next to her by the patio table. I watched her lift up the tablet in one hand and flick through the video thumbnails. I couldn't quite read her face. She sighed and looked over at me.

"A fetish," she said blankly. She took another sip of wine and looked back down at the tablet.

"Interracial just turns my crank I guess... It's nothing to worry about. It's just a fantasy, nothing more."

"Jim... Okay. It's just a surprise." Leah sighed placing the tablet down on the table.

I was deeply nervous that she wasn't taking this well. As liberating as it is to just tell her my fetish out loud, it was also scary. Leah looked up at me again.

"It's okay, Jim. Really. I guess I don't see the harm in it... I was just..." She looked down then back up at me. "I was just more concerned you were cheating on me is all."

I pulled her to me and hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Never baby, I'd never cheat on you! I love you, Leah." She hugged me back and smiled. We kissed and held each other for a moment.

"Jim, it's okay if you wanted to watch them but... Do you still think I'm sexy?" she asked, looking back up at me.

Her eyes were getting wet. Shit I was making her cry! I ran my hands up her sides and kissed her forehead. "Sweetheart you are the sexiest woman I've ever known. Of course I do! Baby, its nothing like that. Please don't think that, okay?"

Leah smiled and quickly pecked me on the lips. "Okay. I'm sorry if I overreacted like a bitch, honey. I really don't mind if you keep watching them."

I hugged her to me and kissed her again. I loved that woman more than anything.

As I fell asleep next to her that night, I stared at her sleeping body. Her soft snores and rising and falling chest. Things were different now, they felt different. The way she looked at me was different. Her mannerisms were different. I didn't like the pitying way she looked at me as she held that tablet. It bothered me but I didn't want to reopen the issue, I hoped that over time things would be mostly back to normal.

My wife loved sex, and sometimes she really loved sex. On some nights even I found it hard keeping up with her appetite. She seemed especially horny tonight. We were making out on the couch and she had cupped my dick and squeezed it gently and looked me in the eye with a smirk.

"So I was thinking..."She squeezed my dick a little harder. "Would you like to watch one of your interracial videos with me? We could watch it together instead of by yourself. What do ya think?"

My cock got fully hard but a pang of anxiety hit me at the same time. She's really asking me that? Really!? I was stunned she wanted to watch it. She was curious about it, curious about... black cock. I was at a crossroads now.

Watching it with my wife seemed like the most arousing thing in the world and at the same time the scariest. Would our marriage survive us watching sexy white women being fucked by black men with their ripped bodies and huge cocks?

Suddenly I felt her small warm hand moving up and down my rock hard cock waking me from my panicked thoughts. She had pulled my penis out of my pants without me even realizing it.

"Y-yes baby. L-lets watch it." I stammered. Lust got the better of me and I agreed.

We cuddled on the sofa that night watching hot interracial sex together. Leah was shocked but riveted by what she saw as she lazily gave me a hand job.

"Oh my god," Leah gasped.

The sexy blonde was kneeling before the black man and sucking his big dick. The stereo system really accentuated her gulps and slurps. Soon he was plunging his ebony prick deep in that white woman's waiting cunt. She sang in pleasure to each of his concentrated pumps.

"That's such a big penis, that girl must really be a slut." I heard her say. "How is she taking that huge cock?" I felt her briefly squeeze my penis. "Baby, I didn't know penises could be that big.. How is that even possible?"

"She looks so hot taking it, doesn't she?" I said as I looked over to Leah.

She was too enraptured at the screen to hear me. The video soon ended so I hit play on the next one. She suddenly stopped moving her hand and squeezed my dick again.

"Wow!" Leah suddenly screamed with delight as the black porn star's enormous black snake bounced and wobbled in front of the surprised looking white girl who unleashed it from his underwear. The girl cradled that black cock to her face, licking and sucking on it with abandon. She licked down to his balls and tried popping each one in and out of her mouth.

I looked back over at Leah, her blue eyes sparkled from the television screen, she looked as turned on as I was. Her hand started moving up and down my rigid dick again in a slow, steady pace.

"Oh, that is nasty," she gasped.

She stared in disbelief as the petite white girl knelt down and started licking and tonguing her black lover's asshole. Leah took my hand and directed it to rub her own wet pussy. She was dripping wet. The sexy brunette was machine gunning her tongue in and out of his black asshole hungrily until she finally pulled away gasping. I heard Leah make a soft moan. I stared at her as she sat still, transfixed to the screen.

She bit her lip and then caught her breath. "I think he's going to fuck her now."

I looked back at the screen. The black porn star had pushed the girl against a counter facing away from him and lined his huge black cock up with her entrance. Her pussy was dripping wet and looked so inviting. It looked hungry for his ebony meat.

I could feel Leah pulsate her pussy in tandem with the sex scene as the black man humped the moaning white woman into the counter she leaned on. Eyes glued to the screen she seemed to barely notice my dick was even there anymore as her hand had stopped moving again. But I suppose it was a good thing because I felt like I'd blow from any more stimulation. Needless to say I was harder then I ever had been before. In spite of myself I urged her on.

"You like it, baby?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, it's so sexy," she responded back quickly. "I never would of thought this would make me so horny, baby."

Before I could ask her anything else she jumped in my lap giggling and started kissing my neck all the way up to my mouth. We made out passionately and she showered me with kisses. After we pulled our clothes off I threw her back on the couch and mounted her from behind.

"Fuck me baby I need your cock!" Leah groaned while looking back at me. She pressed her ass firmly into me, she was a bitch in heat.

I fucked her like that as we watched a black man fuck the white girl the same way on the television screen. She desperately pushed herself back into my invading cock, like she couldn't get enough of it. I gave my wife multiple orgasms, something I have never been able to give her before. I knew deep down it was what she was watching that gave her those orgasms, not me.

As the weeks went by my wife and I watched pretty much all of my interracial collection, and sometimes multiple times. I was loving all the amazing sex we were having after each viewing. At one point, after looking for more videos to my surprise, Leah suggested we sign up for a streaming interracial porn subscription and I adamantly agreed.

Despite it feeling great to finally be able to share my interracial addiction It also quietly troubled me. Leah was watching so much of it, it seemed to be transforming her into someone else. I was worried I made a mistake by confessing my kink. Was she now just as addicted as I was?

Lately she no longer seemed to get aroused unless I mentioned it. I was making love to her one night, missionary style, trying to just have husband and wife time. Not interracial sex porn. But her eyes were looking away, like she was lost in thought about something else. I tried fucking into her faster but she didn't respond like she had been.

"Baby... you not in the mood anymore?" I said as I tried bottoming out my penis into her.

"N-no baby. Keep going," she said looking away again.

"Thinking about those videos? Remember how that black man fucked that little white girl by the pool?"

Leah shot her eyes back to mine and started grinding back into my thrusts. "Yeah baby, it was so hot." I fucked her hard after that and we both came even harder. Futile or not, I tried to separate the porn from our own sex together as much as I could. It was ultimately futile and impossible.

I spent lots of time on the internet searching for more hot interracial porn for us to watch together. I'd stumbled on so many new concepts and ideas. I remembered searching through a site for cuckolds. Men getting off on their wives being unfaithful, particularly with black men. I didn't think that was me, I just like watching interracial porn, right?

But the whole concept turned me on more than anything else in my life. It brought back memories of my ex Kaley. But it didn't end there, I wanted, no needed to see my wife blacked too. Maybe that was me after all. A cuckold...

One night in bed we were kissing and rubbing each other as we built up our arousal for sex. We started talking our now shared kink. It was in that moment I recalled the cuckold porn I'd looked at and my addiction took over my mouth.
"Sweetheart," I started saying between smooches. "You know what I think about most when we watch interracial porn?"

"What, sweetie? Tell me," she replied, running her delicate fingers down my sides.

I couldn't stop myself from confessing my desires."Seeing you in the place of those girls, seeing you being fucked by those black guys,"

"Oooh... Jim," she moaned, my words seemed to turn her on even more. I reached up and gently cupped one of her soft breasts and kneaded it.

"Yes, baby. I wish I was watching you getting your white pussy stretched by big black cocks." I sighed into her neck. I could feel her pulse quicken.

"Oh god... That's so hot,"

"Yeah? Would you want that, baby?"

"Oh yes, I think... I think I'd love it," she whispered. She found my mouth and gave me a wet, sensual kiss. There was a loud smacking sound when I parted our kiss to tell her more.

"I wouldn't mind..." I confessed. "If you really did it..." Leah opened her eyes with heavy lids, gazing into mine.

"Maybe I wouldn't mind either."

"So you would really do it, baby? Would you get on your hands and knees and let him stuff your pussy with his big black cock?" My lips were trembling, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest and into hers.

"Do you want that, Jim?" she looked me in the eyes.

"Yes," I moaned back. My hard cock strained against her side. She lifted one of her long sexy legs over me and wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me closer.

"Yes... Yes sweetie, I would do it," she answered honestly as her eyelids drew heavier; she seemed to be just as turned on as I was.

I leaned into her ear and whispered to her, "Do what? Tell me. I need to hear you say it." I leaned back looking into her eyes. Leah opened her eyes wider and bit her lip. I could feel her grinding her wet pussy against me.

"I'd Fuck them," she gasped, "I would take black cock deep in my pussy... for you."

"God you're making me so hot..." I replied, kissing her face and licking down to her neck. I gave it light nibbles.

"B-baby... I'd be a slut for black men," she whispered.

I began licking further down her body. I stopped and looked back into her eyes."I want to watch you fall to your knees and worship a strong black man's huge cock. I want to see you try to stuff it down your throat."

"Yes," she cried.

"I want you to spread your legs wide for him. I want to see your tight pussy stretch around his black cock head." I couldn't stop the vulgarities spilling out of my mouth if I tried to.

"Mmmm that's so hot, Jim," Leah cooed.

"I can't stop thinking about it baby... Imagine how much bigger his cock will feel inside you." I was now grinding and dry humping my wife uncontrollable. My hard dick had a steady stream of precum running out.

"Ooooh god. Really big baby." I felt her small hand grip my cock and lower it to her pussy. She started rubbing the tip against her hot, wet folds.

"Will you hold onto his black body with your sexy legs while he pounds you?" I asked out loud. I felt no shame, just pure lust. I needed her to answer.

"Just like this," she said as she wrapped both her legs around my back. "I'd hold him so tight as he fucks me!"

I felt her start to pull my hard cock into her hot, moist pussy. It felt amazing.

"What if I was there with you, watching him fuck you again and again?" I pushed the rest of my cock into her as deep as it would go. We both gasped at the same time. "Would you want that?"

"Yes, sweetie, I want you there while he fucks me," she panted out.

I was slowly sawing my dick in and out of her tight pink pussy. I could feel her gripping it on every deep thrust. She was so wet it felt like I was dipping my cock in warm honey.

"Oh fuck, baby... I love that," I grunted into her neck.

Leah held the back of my head, pulling me as close as possible. "Do you want me to be his slut, baby?" I heard her shudder.

"Yes, baby. God yes. I want that." I panted back to her.

"S-should I fuck him on our bed?" Leah asked me, as I picked up the pace and started fucking her in earnest.

"Yes, baby!" I grunted. "Right on our bed." I was going crazy.

"I want to! Oh. O-o-ohh y-yes!" Leah was barely able to talk back, her mind was scrambled from our fantasy and being fucked into the bed.

I couldn't last another second and shot blast after blast of my cum deep inside her. She gripped my ass, holding me into her as she came hard, groaning and moaning out in pleasure. I rested my head on her heaving chest, trying to catch my breath. I couldn't believe we said those things, but I was glad to finally get them off my chest. It sounded like she was too.

As I drifted off to sleep, my dreams were filled with wild scenarios involving my beautiful young wife cheating on me with a black lover. I'd see her riding his cock through the blinds of his apartment window, or she would be in his car driving by. I'd barely get a glimpse of them laughing and having fun together. At one point she was in an all too familiar shower room, getting fucked against the wall by a tall black man.

I woke up in a cold sweat, Leah lay sleeping soundly beside me. I let out a long sigh and relaxed back into my pillow. I was rock hard, I could see the literal tent my penis was making under the sheets. I crept out of bed as quietly as I could and jerked off in the bathroom. I came to the thought of Leah having a black boyfriend.

We hadn't mentioned any interracial sex or about her being fucked by a black man until the next night in bed. We were cuddling and kissing and it was the only thing on my mind. I rolled on top of Leah and carefully pushed myself into her. She looked up at me and sighed to the pleasure of being entered. Our fucking built up to a steady pace causing her to whimper and moan. I slowed my fucking back down to stop from cumming too soon. I looked into her eyes and held both her hands

"What do you think about my fantasy, baby?" I asked seriously."Me watching you have sex with a black man." I tried to hide the excited tremble in my voice. Leah bit her lip.

"Jim, I love it." She squeezed my hands. "Thank you for sharing this with me, it really means a lot."

"I love that I can finally share this, baby. I want to see you fuck a black man, baby." I started fucking her cunt harder again."All night, baby!"

Smack smack smack the sound of our flesh colliding made.

"Oh fuck, baby. Yesss!" Leah's mouth gaped open in soft moans and whimpers, her eyes shut tight. It looked like she was close.

"Then I want to see you both take an intimate shower together, wash each other's bodies and then come back out and fuck some more. Like you're a hot new couple who can't stop fucking." I kept up my fuck pace; I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I couldn't stop telling her my desires. It was all coming out at once. Leah shot her eyes back on me instantly.

"Yes, honey, yes. I want him to ram me hard in the shower. Then fuck me all night long." Her face turned into a scowl, she gritted her teeth as she chased her orgasm.

"Oh, baby. Fuck, baby!" I kept pounding her pussy hard.

"I want to scream as he fills me up. I want it so bad!"

"Oh! Oh, baby. I want it too. Fuck, baby!" I grew light headed, my orgasm approaching. I couldn't hold it anymore, and neither could she.

"I want a black thug to take me from you and own me." Her legs wrapped around my back pulling me in, forcing me to slow down a bit.

"Oh, baby I love it when you talk like that." I sighed.

Her face suddenly got really serious looking and her eyes were fierce and piercing. "If I fuck a black man, you have to see it. I want to look in your eyes when he sticks his black cock inside me. I need you to see me get blacked, Jim."

"Oh god, baby.. I want to hold your legs up for him to pound your pussy. I'd kiss you as you came on his big black cock." I let go of her hands and lifted her legs up onto my shoulders and started fucking her as deep as my dick could go.

"Oh, sweetie, I want that so much! I love it. FUCK I need it!" she whimpered and grunted, taking my cock's punishment.

"I want to hold you as he cums inside you, filling you up."I groaned. I was going to blow any second.

"Mmmm. Oh yes, yes. He'd fill me up." She was delirious with lust, shaking her head left to right struggling to keep up the hot conversation. It seemed like we were both going to explode. I tried to stay focused, my lust was driving me beyond the abyss. I looked her in the eyes again and halted fucking her completely.

"Leah. Do really want that?"

"Yes, sweetie. If you want it?" She was panting.

"I'll plan it, honey. I really want to help find you a black boyfriend."

"Oh sweetie. You want me to have a black boyfriend? Jesus, Jim, that's so fucking naughty... so fucking... hot. Jim!" I felt her vagina squeeze my cock inside her. I pulled it out making a sticky plop sound.

"Yes, baby. Will you do it? Will you take a black boyfriend to date and fuck you all the time?" I was lost deep in my own fantasy. I couldn't hold back anymore. I needed her to cuckold me with black men. "Leah I want you to fuck him more than me."

"Yes, sweetie, yes. I will, baby, I'll fuck my black boyfriend more than you. Now fuck me!"

I shoved my cock all the way back inside her pussy in one quick stroke. She was so wet there was almost no resistance. I fucked her as hard as I could while holding her legs up. Within seconds I was pumping her full of cum and I was screaming her name at the ceiling. I heard her slam her fists into the bed in her own intense orgasm below me.

In all the time we had been married, that night was the best sex we ever had together. It was scorching hot, animal-like and raw. Throughout all of it, I felt more close to Leah after being able to share my fantasies with her. I also knew there was no turning back after all those things we had said. There was no going back from it.

This was a new beginning. A hot, and also scary new chapter of our marriage. As I had savagely pumped my wife's body with my hard cock, and seeing her crying out to be fucked by a black man I knew I could never stop her from going through with it, even if I tried.

Her mind was completely focused on being a black cock slut. I had practically begged her to and she happily agreed. I don't think she saw me the same way anymore. She was destined to fuck black men and I couldn't wait to help her do it. She was going to cuckold me, and soon.
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