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that gay dick belongs up your gay ass..the wife deserves a real man cock, as in str8 man black cock..

why get wife involved?

would love to be used by black guy like that.

more please...

Replace every instance of the word "black" with "Aryan" and every instance of the word "white" with "Jew".

A hot story, more please

It is wonderful when one recognizes their proper role and takes action to achieve desired results.

First off, your portrayal of the persona is ludicrous. 6'6" 250 lbs.? Does this guy play in the NBA? Maybe his dick was so long that he used it as a third leg. Jeezzz. This stuff is so implicitly racist I am amazed that it makes it to print. In the first paragraph of this story, the guy commits 3 felonies. Just the kinda guy you want to have sex with. What am I missing here. The LAST THING Black people want to be portrayed as is rapists! Yet white idiots like you cannot resist the temptation. Our prison system is filled with innocent Black guys who are there just because idiots like you perpetuate the myth of Black superiority. Stick your head in the toilet and flush!

Please!! we need more!!

This is as it should be. Thanks for sharing your testimonial. Black Dick rules over all.

As the new master of the house, dealer handles all the finances, keeps hubby and wife the way they like it - always high, baby sits their son when hubby takes wife out on week-ends to a black club. After a few months of a "special drug" that dealer has been giving hubby, hubby becomes prematurely senile allowing dealer to move into the master bedroom with wife and hubby to move into the guest room. Over several months dealer trains son in his special four stage sissy conversion program plus a coda after four stages are completed.

i hope it will happen to me; how can we, whites males resist such Males

If only it was that simple and easy… all of us white cucks would be grocery shopping every day!

The closest Ive come to such an experience was on a used car lot.

I was checking a car out for a family member and I thought it was weird that the salesman didn’t seem to give a damn about selling me anything, seemed distracted and borderline nasty.

“Let’s take break,” he says, sounding utterly fed up.

‘A break? Is this how you do business?Im trying to buy snd you’re supposed to be selling. Don’t you want me to have this car? What are you trying to pull?’ I asked.

“We can swing by my place, have a beer, and discuss the deal. Do me a favor. Here’s $20, pick up some cold ones and meet me at this address. Ive got a lot on my mind right now and I can’t really think straight. Sound good?” he asked as he thrust the money and a note with his address scribbled on it.

Aw Christ, I thought.

Nothing makes any sense anymore.

To tell the truth, I was having a shit day myself. so what the hell, right?

Within 15 minutes I was ringing the doorbell, ready to chill with this guy that seemed basically OK but also kind of an asshole.

He told me to come on in, sit down, have a beer and relax.

“Im gonna change out of my work clothes, just hang tight for a minute.” he muttered as he

entered the bathroom.

It was a nice normal middle class home. family photos all over the place, wedding pictures, the usual.

Being what you might call a traditional black family household, there was a lot of gold and purple in the decoration and the curtains looked like they belonged in a royal palace.

When he returned wearing a bath robe he was in a much better mood, much more relaxed and friendly.

“Sorry about my attitude earlier, but I had been stood up by a couple that wanted the same car that you were looking at. It really pissed me off. These two had made all kinds of promises and then ghosted me at the last minute. Still, Im a professional and should have done better by you.”

I told him not to worry about it, that people can be really inconsiderate, and I wasn’t even sure if it was the right car anyway.

He sat down right next to me on the couch so he could share his phone screen with me.

“Take a look at these two little shits. Get a load of these pics.” as he held his phone in front of me and scrolled through the images.

Here was a middle aged white couple, just as ordinary as anyone you might see in the grocery store, Smiling. Hugging. Indoors, outside, sitting on a boat.

“It’s funny”, I said. “They don’t look like assholes.”

He chuckled and said, “I know, right? I met them at a bar in town. Very friendly, outgoing. When I told them about my business, they said it was my lucky day because they were in the market to buy. We exchanged numbers and they said they’d be in touch.”

“So what happened?” I asked. “They made an appointment and blew you off? You can’t let shit like that bother you. It will make you crazy!”

At this point we’d both gulped down a couple of beers and the mood was lifting.

“Yeah, he says, “Ive been doing this for a long time, so no-shows don’t bother me none.”

Hd put the phone down on the coffee table, sat back and stretched his arms across the back of the sofa. He was still sitting so closely to me, so one arm kind of went over my back.

He put his feet up on the table and continued,

“The thing is, they wanted to negotiate before even seeing the car, a sure sign that Im dealing with idiots. That’s when all of these texts started arriving. Saying they’d do anything to make a deal. AN-Y-THING.”

“Holy shit, dude. What the hell? The whole thing sounds nutty to me. What’s with these people?”

“Take a look. See for yourself. Flip through the messages they sent, you’ll see.

God damn! I figured that I finally hit the jackpot!”

, he half laughed and half moaned as I picked up his phone to take a look.

I couldn’t believe my eyes!

Here’s the wife naked, spit roasted, black man at each end. Here’s the two of them in matching panties, stockings, and heels, smiling into the camera. This PTA type Mom rimming some guys fat black ass. Mr. Normal husband kneeling in a bathtub with a black cock stream of piss blasting his face. I was stunned but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the shocking images, one after the other. This plain vanilla white couple were, in fact, an outrageously hedonistic and vulgar pair, unfamiliar with shame or decency.

I had been so entranced by them I didn’t even realize how fucking hard I had gotten, and it suddenly mattered to me a lot!

I put the phone down and didn’t know what to think.

I was embarrassed by being so hard, but at least I was sitting down.

My hosts robe had slid open a bit so that his chest and belly were exposed, and it was obvious that i wasn’t the only one turned on.

There was a clear lump rising under the loose fabric on his lap.

He asked me to grab him a refill and for an instant I panicked… ‘what if he sees my hard on sticking straight out of my pants?’ I thought.

Then, it dawned on me.

I can be such a dummy!

“Stop and think for a moment, would ya?”, I scolded myself.

“Why am I here, looking at dirty pictures of a black cock loving couple?”

“Why is this man barely covered up practically sitting on my lap?”

I got up and went to the fridge, opened a beer, and handed it to him.

I made no attempt to conceal my throbbing erection as i stood in front of him with my hands on my hips.

“Thanks, bud. I had a feeling about you and it looks like I was right.” He was grinning as he took my hand in his.

“You not gonna disappoint, right? he asked, pulling my hand closer to the growing bulge under his robe.

“I, um, ah… what do you mean?” I stammered as I brushed back the fabric and grasped the warm thickness of his manhood. I heard myself sigh.

His voice lowered into a growl…

“You know this ain't gonna be a five minute thing, dontcha? I want you to take your time. You are gonna take care of my meat, and don’t you forget about them balls. I like everything wet. You understand?”

Astounded that this was really happening, and thrilled to have his big half hard black cock in my hand, I managed to sputter out, “Yes. Yes Sir. Im here for your pleasure. I will do my best to make it good and wet for you until you’re satisfied.” I took his perfect manhood in both hands and gently stroked the length of it.

“Good. It’s settled. Grab us a couple more beers and bring them to the upstairs bedroom.” he commanded as he got up and went back in the bathroom.

I did as he said, stripped off my clothes and got on my knees at the foot of the bed.

He pissed so long and hard downstairs I could plainly hear it in the upstairs bedroom.

Finally he stood before me and I never felt more at home as i gripped his cock with both hands and took the head in my mouth. There was still some piss drops on the tip and maybe some in the shaft as I got to work, softly sucking, licking, making it wet.