A slave for a big black cock fantasy.
A big black cock fantasy is something that’s taken complete control of my life. It’s something I can’t really put away and forget about. I mean, it’s something that takes substantial control over a lot of people’s fantasies and kinks. However, this has always come so naturally to me. I grew up in Los Angeles, where most of the guys were Hispanic or Black. There were a lot of different ethnicities, but those were the main ones. To make things even better, they were all so fucking attractive, I could scream. I grew up surrounded by hot, sexy men that were actually too attractive to handle.
So, I grew up and turned into a little slut. Can you blame me? What would you do if you were always surrounded by attractive men when you were growing up? Or attractive women? Your standards would be far higher than anyone else’s. After all, there’s that saying that a woman who is a ‘California 10’ is a fifteen out of ten by anyone else’s ratings. The same goes for guys. Imagine me, a flirty little teen, growing up surrounded by sexy adult men. I was always attracted to my black teachers more than most, though. Could you blame me? I could see glimpses of their thick black cock in their pants all day.
I was meant to be naughty.
Really, sometimes it feels like life just set me up for it. With all those sexy older men around me, black men, and black guys in my classes… I was just meant to turn out the way I did. I was a complete flirt, and nothing was going to stop me. So, I slowly started developing this crush I had on all the black guys in my school. I started dating this bulky, sexy, six-foot-tall football player called Omari. He was my first boyfriend and my first fuck. I want you to picture him with me. Imagine this. At first, he was just a nice, light-skinned black guy, sweet hazel eyes, with long black dreads. Now, imagine his full lips, and the little smirk he got when he put his hands on my waist and lifted me up onto my bed.
I want you to imagine his strong athlete biceps, and how hard his chest and abs are to the touch. Are you falling in love yet? He made me fall in love with black phone sex with him. I seduced him every night. We’d stay on the phone for hours past my bedtime. He would make me completely exhausted by the morning. He tired me out every night of my senior year of high school. And of course, you know I couldn’t put my big black cock fantasy away. I loved fucking him, and I continued to lust for black guys all through my college experience. Honestly, I still fucked Omari on the side – who could say no to him? I loved feeling the way he takes control.
Fucking a black man is an experience.
It’s more than just playing with an oversized dildo. Actually, it’s more fun than letting some weak little shrimp-dicked guy use a penis sleeve or a big toy on me. It’s about the loss of control. I love it when a black man completely takes control and dominates me. That’s the entire point of a big black cock fantasy. It makes you fall in love with the loss of control. I always go for the lust-filled nature of it. At the end of the day, I’m just a little brat. I love it when someone puts me in my place. I need a strong man to do it, or I won’t let anyone else. All of my favorite fuckbuddies or friends-with-benefits have been black. There’s clearly something there that proves they know what they’re doing.
Have you ever played with a black guy? After all of this, I’m clearly still lusting for one now… I want it so badly that I can’t control myself. Finally, I’ll have to call Omari over tonight. I’ve been craving a hot night to put me in my place. Everyone staying inside and staying all pent up has me wanting to let out my wild side. I want someone to fuck me within an inch of my life! And you know that white cock can’t do that.
