When I was in college, I hung out with some hot African guys. They were big, strong, muscular black men with big black cock. They were athletes so you can imagine the size of these guys. I would sit on the bleachers and watch as they would run shirtless. Sweat was dripping from those perfectly hard nipples.

Of course, when I was checking them, out-I couldn’t help but look downward. And if I were lucky, one of them would have a pair of grey sweatpants on. Nothing turns me on more than when I can see the outline of a perfectly gigantic cock through a pair of pants. I get wet watching a giant cock just bouncing up and down as they jog around the track — one of my favorite kinks to talk about when I’m having taboo phone sex.

One day I made my BBC fantasy come true when I got the confidence

I asked the hottest black dude at my school to go out for a drink or two. Black guys are so hot to me because they make it known immediately when they’re hot for you. I loved the way he looked at me when I walked past so I didn’t have to build up too much confidence to ask him out. Under the table as we sat and talked I slowly rubbed my foot up his knee.

Finally, I reached his cock from under the table, and oh my god. His mushroom head was so thick and throbbing so hard; I almost told him to take me in the bathroom and fuck me right there. Of course, in reality, we waited till we got home, and I wanted to suck that thing like a lollipop. It was like he was in my head. I’ve never been with a man so in love with my clit.

He knew every which direction to go to get me so hard and wet. My clit and my ass were puckering and pegging him to enter me. Shoving his tongue in and out, he made me cum before I even felt his cock inside of me. When he made me squirt, that’s only something I can go into detail about when having phone sex because I have to cum every time I talk about it.

Read my last blog about my legitimate porn addiction.