Before I begin my story, I would like to provide a brief overview of my life, as outlined in my previous stories I posted on Lush when I was a member here before. Unfortunately, those stories were deleted when I deleted my old profile. I will try to keep it brief.

I was raised in the “projects” of Missouri by my grandparents. Child services took me away from my mother when I was twelve, and I never knew my father. My mother was an addict and abusive. My grandparents never really wanted me, and they were both religious and believed in “spare the rod, spoil the child”.

I was sixteen when I lost my virginity at a church summer camp, and I have loved sex ever since then. When I was seventeen, I met a group of rich white kids who went to one of the private schools and started dating one of the white boys.

I had sex with my first white boy, my first threesome with two white boys, my first threesome with a white girl and white boy, and my first gang bang with four white boys, all when I was seventeen. I was not stupid or naive; you didn’t grow up the way I did, live where I lived, and be naïve. I knew they were using me for sex, and I had no problem giving them what they wanted. When I got bored with them, I stopped hanging out with them.

It was then that I learned that I preferred white men and girls. I also discovered my fetish for being dominated, racial play, and verbal humiliation from white lovers.

When I was eighteen, my grandparents kicked me out of their house after my grandfather whipped me with his belt, because they found out I was in a relationship with a thirty-nine-year-old white man. I lived with him for several months before I found a place of my own.

While living with the older man, I willingly became his whore. He occasionally allowed a couple of his friends fuck me or join us in bed. It was all consensual, and yes, I enjoyed it.

He got bored with me or something, I don’t know why, but he asked me to move out. At least he helped me find a job and a place to live before he kicked me out.

I lived in a one-bedroom, dump of a trailer and was working as a maid at one of the resorts in the Ozarks. I struggled to pay my utilities, rent, car payments, and car insurance.

While working as a maid for the resort, I was offered a good deal of money to have sex with an older white couple. My old heap of a car was about to be repossessed, and my water had been shut off, and my electricity was next, so I negotiated for the amount of money I needed and spent the night with the rich, fat, white couple in their fifties.

They were quite enjoyed dominating a young, hot, black girl with great tits and ass. Since they were paying for it, I allowed them to do what they wanted me to do. It wasn’t bad, and I did get sexual pleasure from it.

My manager found out about what I did and fired me. I don’t know how he found how, maybe by seeing me go into their room on security cameras, or maybe another employee found out and reported me. It didn’t matter how he found out; he did.

He told me if I sucked his cock I could keep my job. After I sucked his cock, he changed his mind and told me to keep my job, but I had to let him fuck me. I agreed, and he bent me over his desk and fucked me. As I was getting dressed, he told me I was fired. He told me he could not allow a ghetto whore to work at the resort.

I then started my life as a prostitute at age eighteen. I took naked pics of myself, posted them on a website that advertised prostitutes. I was not some high-class escort, and it was not glamorous at all. I was a go to a cheap motel room, pay by the hour, hooker.

I had some regular clients that I enjoyed, met with men, and even couples. It was not too bad, and while I was not going to get wealthy, I was able to pay my bills and get a new car.

Then, just by sheer luck, or maybe my looks and awesome body, I met Patrick, my Sugar Daddy, and my life changed.

Patrick was from Savannah, Georgia, but was in St. Louis for a charity event. He was white, in his thirties, extremely wealthy, he won a multimillion-dollar lottery, and had a thing for black girls. He was looking for a “companion” for two weeks while in St. Louis and saw my ad.

Long story short, I got paid a great deal of money to spend two weeks with him, his sex drive was incredible, he fucked my brains out, and he offered to be my Sugar Daddy, but we called it a benefactor. I accepted and moved to Savannah. Why not? I had nothing in Missouri.

Patrick was my benefactor for about three years. He not only paid for everything, spoiled me, took me on trips, encouraged me to go to college, introduced me to incredible sex and sexual acts I never did even when working as a prostitute; he took care of me and arranged my financial security if our relationship was to end. He was not going to leave me high and dry. We grew to care for one another.

He employed me at his charity organization as his assistant. I got health and dental, other benefits, and a high salary. All of that for being his whore, which I enjoyed a great deal. Patrick was kind and caring, and a good man.

Sexually, we did a lot. He would make love to me, dominate me, we enjoyed Master/slave roleplay, multiple partners of both sexes, and even went to a BDSM Fetish Club in New York City.

I know people may be thinking, poor girl, she was just used. Well, I was used, but it was all consensual, and I enjoyed it and allowed it. Hell, sometimes I initiated it. I was the one who wanted to get fucked by Patrick and his friend on the sailboat; it was my idea. I was the one who wanted to be sold in the auction at the BDSM Fetish club auction. I was the one to first suggest hiring a call girl when we went to Las Vegas. Patrick never made me do anything I didn’t want to do.

After almost three years with Patrick, our relationship and arrangement ended. Patrick didn’t leave me high and dry. We had a legal contract, as me being his employee, that contained a severance package. The severance package agreement contained a severance payment of a good deal of money. Patrick honored that contract, which I knew he would.

He also set me up with a job. By then, I had my associate’s degree in business, and Patrick set me up with a friend as a pharmaceutical sales representative. A job I still have today and love.

After my relationship with Patrick ended, my sexual desires did not. I dated men on and off, had random hookups, a couple of girls, and had threesomes with men or men and women or all women once. Most of them were white and dominant types, but there were a few black men as well. I didn’t and don’t enjoy getting dominated by black men or black women. I never even had sex with another black woman before.

Weird, I know, but I just don’t get aroused and even get angry when a black man tries to dominate me or even control me in any way. When I have sex with black men, I don’t want any kinks or fetishes. I just want normal sex.

That’s a rundown of my life up until my story. My story begins two years ago.

I met Marcus, not his real name, one morning when I went to get my coffee at the coffee shop, which I went to every morning. He had just moved to Savannah. Again, I am not normally attracted to black men, but Marus was very handsome. He started talking to me one morning.

I am not going to go into a lot of details about my short marriage. It’s not worth writing about, and the only part of the story that it applies to is that I was married when I met and started my current relationship.

All I will say about it is that Marcus and I got married only about four months after dating. I don’t know why I got married. I really didn’t want to, but I said yes anyway. Maybe I did it as a new adventure, or maybe I thought I was ready to settle down and stop being so promiscuous. I did not like being married, and I found out I didn't want to settle down and stop being promiscuous.

People say that love can grow in a marriage, but not mine. I grew to dislike my husband more and more every day. Marcus and I did not have a lot of sex after we got married. Hardly any at all. Maybe he was too tired because he was fucking other women. Marcus saw me more as a display piece. Face it, I am hot, sexy, and have a great body.

After we got married, we rarely had sex. He cheated on me, which I didn't care about because by two months of marriage, I didn't like him and didn't want to have sex with him.

I don’t know why Marcus didn’t want to have sex with me after we got married. I don’t know why he went from a man who seemed insatiable when we were dating to a man who had no interest in me. He surely fucked other women. We started sleeping in separate bedrooms.

Marcus wanted me to cook and clean up after him, and that is not who I am. I hate cooking, and I am not a good cook anyway. I was certainly not going to clean up after him. He was an adult man and could clean up after himself.

Now I will admit, if he had been a white man and I married him, I would have been more subservient to him, and I would have cooked and cleaned for him. I have only had two relationships that I would consider committed. The first was my “benefactor,” Patrick, and then my mistake, Marcus. I was docile, obedient, and submissive to Patrick, and not just because he was supporting me and paying for everything.

After we got married, I discovered Marcus had two children from two different women. I found that out when he was arrested for back child support for one of his kids. Then he had the fucking gall to ask me to pay his arrears! I told him he could stay in jail.

He had the money to pay for it himself and to pay for his child support. Marcus is a nurse anesthetist and makes a lucrative income. He just didn’t want to pay it himself because he is an asshole.

I didn’t care if he fucked other women. I didn’t enjoy sex with him after we got married. If I wanted him to fuck me, I could have seduced him. I know how to seduce men. I had been seducing boys and men since I was sixteen. I knew how to get a man to want me so bad he would do almost anything I wanted just to fuck me. I knew how to use my incredible body God blessed me with.

I knew his lack of interest in sex with me was not because of me. I know I am a great fuck, and I certainly know how to make a man desire more of me until he is sated, fucked me so much he can't get his flaccid cock hard again, and still make him want more.

I soon started resisting even being in the same room as him. I didn’t like my husband and was already contemplating divorce and having an affair.

My husband didn’t seem to like me either. I think he married me due to infatuation, and once that wore off, we were stuck with one another. We slept in separate bedrooms. We should never have gotten married.

I am a gym rat. I have been going to the gym every day but Sunday for years. My workout routines have changed over the years. I now do more cardio and work on my abs, and use small hand weights to keep my muscles toned. I started that routine about a year ago, because before then, I was into power lifting with a trainer.

I was doing power lifting with my legs, and my thighs became thick and muscular, and my ass became muscular and larger as well. At first, I liked it, and being who I am, I liked showing off my large, black ghetto booty. But that novelty wore off, and I started cardio and slimming my thighs and ass down.

I knew when I was going to have my affair, my lover would be a white man. I missed getting fucked by a white man and sucking a white man’s cock. I didn’t expect it would be with a younger boy. I always preferred older white men. My sudden attraction to Brent surprised me. A lot about my new, young lover surprised me, including emotionally.

I went to the gym early. I got up at six, got ready for the gym, and was there at seven when they opened. I always worked out in the early morning. I liked it because there were normally no one there or very few people there.

Brent worked at the gym part-time. He was there every morning to open it and make sure there were towels, the water cooler was full, etc. He would then work out and go home. He worked there part-time while he was in school. Working there allowed him to have a free membership. Brent rode a bicycle to work or, in bad weather, took city transportation.

I didn’t know any of that until later. All I knew of Brent before I got to know him was that he rode his bicycle or took public transportation, worked at the gym, looked to be about nineteen, he was damn hot, and I wanted him.

It surprised me how bad I wanted him due to his age. I was more attracted to older white men. Not that I had not been with men around my age, but I normally preferred older white men.

Brent reminded me of a character in one of my favorite shows, Friday Night Lights. He reminded me of the character Tim Riggins. Not that he looked like the actor who played him, even though there was a slight resemblance, but more in how he presented himself. He looked like a brooding and bad boy type.

He did have a similar, muscular physique, and his sandy blonde hair was long and styled similarly. He had the same bad boy charm. Brent made me horny.

I knew he looked at me when I worked out; he was only human. I know how to use my amazing body to entice men, and I did so. I bent over so he could see my ass, I flaunted my fantastic cleavage, and legs. I made sure that when I was sweaty after my workout and my brown skin glistening with perspiration, he noticed. I am fucking hot and sexy, and let Brent know I was.

We were normally the only ones in the gym that early for about the first thirty minutes after they opened, but we didn’t talk much. I tried to talk with him and flirt with the boy, but Brent was quiet and not much of a talker, although I could tell he picked up on my flirtations. He stared at my breasts a we talked with no shame in looking.

I didn’t mind him looking; I liked men looking at me, especially white men. I often wore tight clothes, low-cut tops, and short shorts, skirts, or dresses to show off what I had. When I worked out, I wore tight-fitting workout clothes or short athletic shorts and cropped tops that were a sports bra to cover my amazing breasts.

Brent's not responding to my flirtations could mean several things. He may not be the type of boy who flirts and just takes what he wants, well, okay, that was my fantasy about why he didn’t respond to my flirtations. The reality was that he may not be attracted to black women.

I have met and even tried to hook up with white men who are not attracted to black women. I don’t begrudge them that. I was not more attracted to white men than black men, I had no attraction to black girls, but I am attracted to white girls. I was not attracted to Latino or Asian men, so white men not being attracted to black women does not bother me.

Another reason could be that I was married and older. I wore my wedding ring, and Brent had seen it, I am sure, and he may have thought I was just some older married woman who was being flirtatious with a hot, younger man. Brent seemed similar to me; he knew he was hot just as I knew I was.

It was about two months of going to the new gym and into my marriage when I decided I was going to make a move on Brent. I needed a lover, had been thinking about taking one, had already contemplated divorce, and I wanted to suck and get fucked by a white cock. My motives for starting an affair were that simple. I wanted, no, I needed sex, and I needed a white cock.

The Friday before Memorial Day was perfect. I work as a pharmaceutical sales representative, and my Friday schedule was light. Due to the three-day weekend, I had no appointments that day, and all I had on my schedule was a Webex meeting at two PM.

That day at the gym, I wore a grey crop top and orange, short, athletic shorts. My legs and abs were just a delight in that outfit. After my workout out I was sweating, and my body was glistening. I looked amazing and sexy.

I normally left the gym before he did, but that day I hung around until he was done with his workout, and another employee came into work and relieved Brent.

“It’s already hot out today and humid,” I told Brent as he unlocked the chain on his bicycle.

We were outdoors in the parking lot, and I planned my exit perfectly.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“If you want, I can give you a ride home,” I suggested. “I am in no rush and don’t have anything for work until this afternoon.”

Brent looked me up and down and nodded. “Sure, why not?” he agreed.

I liked that he didn’t put on pretense. The whole, no, you don’t have to, and I assured him I didn’t mind, and then he objected again, and then back and forth until he agreed. Brent just accepted my offer without a second thought.

He put his bike in the back of my BMW SUV, and we set off.

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“Out by Talahi,” he told me.

“You ride your bike that far?” I asked.

Talahi Island is a barrier island between Savannah and Tybee Island. It was about fourteen miles from the gym. Not really that and a bike ride, especially since we live on the coast and it’s flat, but still a fair ride to do every day back and forth. I had a naughty thought of how great his stamina must be. To ride fourteen miles, work out, and then ride fourteen miles back home meant he didn’t just look in great physical condition, but he was.

“Well, don’t have a car, so no other choice,” Brent answered curtly.

As I drove fourteen miles to Brent’s house, I tried to get a conversation started to learn more about him, but Brent was not much of a conversationalist. His replies to my questions were short, blunt answers.

What I did find out was that he was only seventeen and still in high school. Due to finding out his age, I thought about just dropping Brent off at his home and abandoning my entire plan on seducing him. I thought about it, but I didn’t do it.

Why not? I thought to myself. When I was seventeen, I was in a relationship with a white man in his late thirties. I was only twenty-five when I was driving Brent home, so it was not that much of an age difference.

I also found out he played football and baseball in high school. Brent’s parents were divorced and lived with his mother. His father lived in Richmond, South Carolina, but he never saw his father much, who was remarried and had a new family.

He told me he did not have a girlfriend but dated a few girls. I assumed he meant they were girls he hooked up with. Other than that, I found out very little about Brent. He didn’t ask any questions about me and seemed uninterested in getting to know more about me. That didn’t mean he was not interested. The way he kept looking at my legs and chest, I could tell he liked what he saw, and why shouldn’t he? I am sexy, pretty, and have a great body.

Now, something odd seemed to be happening to me as I drove Brent home. I seemed flustered at times and blushed at the way he looked at me. I was not the type of girl to get flustered over a man or boy, and I certainly didn’t blush when men looked at me the way Brent was looking at me. I felt butterflies in my stomach the entire ride to his house.

Now, why was that odd for me? I was not used to being flustered around me or blushing when they looked at me the way Brent was looking at me. I never felt butterflies in my stomach before when with a man. I never had doubts or questioned myself about whether a man wanted to fuck me or not.

By the time we got to the boy’s home, I was nervous about what to do. I never felt that feeling before with a man. I met a man I was attracted to and wanted to date or just hook up with for the night, I would approach them.

I was never nervous about it or worried about being rejected, and yes, I have been rejected before. No matter how hot I am, how sexy I am, how much of an amazing body I have, some white men are not sexually attracted to black women. They may think I am attractive and have a great body, but they don’t want to fuck me.

I was never offended by that, and I understood. There are men of certain races I am not sexually attracted to. I prefer white men over black men. I am not sexually attracted to Asian men, Latino men, Middle Eastern men, etc. There is nothing wrong with that, just as there is nothing wrong with a white man not being sexually attracted to a black woman. There are plenty of white men out there who are. Some white men have a fetish for black women, or who have never had sex with a black woman before, and want to try it at least once.

I didn’t know why I felt so unconfident around Brent. I was an extremely confident woman, especially when it came to men.

While I have not had sex with any other person besides my husband since I have been married, God knows I am not getting or wanting it from him. We were married two and a half months when I gave Brent a ride home, and Marcus and I had sex only four times since our honeymoon. Yes, just four times!

I don’t know why I felt that way with Brent. I knew he wanted me by the way he was looking at me and the fact that I could see his erection under his shorts, an erection he did nothing to hide. Hell, he was only seventeen and would probably have a premature ejaculation when he saw my breasts. But I still felt a lack of confidence. It was a new feeling for me and one I hated. But while I hated the feeling, it seemed to turn me on more and increase my desire for the boy.

But as we pulled into the gravel driveway of Brent’s home, I was having doubts he wanted to fuck me, and for the first time in my life, that upset me. I had this new feeling of desperation for Brent, and I didn’t like it.

My pussy was already wet from just being in the car with Brent. The smell of both our bodies after our workouts flowed through my car like sex pheromones. The musky smell turned me on, and I wonder if his cock was scented with his masculine, musky odor.

Brent lived in a single-wide trailer in a trailer park. It was not a run-down park, and nice and seemed to be upkept well. I didn’t judge him for living in a trailer. Hell, I grew up in the ghetto with a drug addict for a mother and then the hood with my grandparents. When I was eighteen, I lived in a rundown, one-bedroom trailer that I had to turn to prostitution just to pay the bills. Who was I to judge where someone lived?

“Do you want to come in for a drink or something?” Brent asked me as he was getting his bicycle out of the back of my car. “My mom’s at work and won’t be home until about six-thirty.”

I swear my heart skipped a beat when I heard those words. “Y…umm…ok sure,” I stammered. I mentally kicked myself for acting how I was and told myself to get it together. I did pick up on what he said about his mother not being home.

Once inside his home, I sat on the prefab sofa that came with the trailer while Brent went into the kitchen to get me some water. I knew he knew I had an almost full water bottle in my car. I filled it up before we left the gym and kept drinking from it on the car ride. I keep myself hydrated when I work out. I was not thirsty.

Brent handed me a bottle of water. I opened it and took a sip to keep up the pretense while Brent sat on the other end of the sofa. I started asking him questions again.

“So do you want to just get right down to it and suck my cock or do you want to fool around first?” the boy suddenly asked just out of thin air.

“Excuse me?” I asked. I heard him, but his bluntness took me off guard.

“You heard me. You have been running your mouth since we got in the car. Now it’s time to put your mouth to better use and put those thick lips around my cock. I want you to suck my dick, and then I am going to fuck you,” Brent told me as he looked me in the eyes. “You know you want it, so don’t play coy.”

“I…I’m married,” I told Brent. I sounded as if I didn’t have confidence in myself, and that was so unlike me. It was a strange feeling the younger white boy was having on me; one I was not used to.

“I know you are, and I don’t give a shit, and neither do you. You’ve been flaunting those big tits and that ghetto ass to me ever since you joined the gym,” Brent said. “Or are you just one of those married women who gets off teasing men because you aren’t getting the attention you need at home?”

I cleared my throat to give myself time to gather myself, and then turned my body towards him.

“I am not a tease,” I muttered. That was not entirely true. I did like showing off my body.

“Then prove it. I never had a black woman suck my cock or fucked a black pussy, so that’s fine with me,” he told me.

I swallowed hard. This was certainly what I wanted and why I offered Brent a ride home, and I was aroused and now more so by how he was talking to me. I hesitated.

It was not cheating on my husband that made me nervous or apprehensive. I couldn't have cared less about that, and I was surprised with myself that I hadn't fucked around with my husband before that day.

Brent just made me feel insecure and nervous for some reason. It was a strange feeling that I was not used to having. Even the night when I was sixteen and I lost my virginity in a storage shed at a summer camp I was a counselor at, I was not nervous. I didn’t like the feeling, but it did turn me on, also.

I took a deep breath and let it out to calm my apprehension, and I stood up.

“I want to fool around first,” I said.

I walked in front of Brent and smiled.

I had regained my bearings, and Brent telling me he had never had sex with a black girl before turned me on. I was feeling my old self, and I was going to tease the boy and make him desperately desire me.

I slowly pulled my top off and freed my amazing thirty-eight C cup breasts. I smiled when Brent’s mouth parted as he stared at them.

“Fuck, Saffronn, I imagined your tits looked great, but shit, they are fucking fantastic,” he told me. “God damn, your fucking nipples are so dark and huge.”

I smiled and leaned forward so my breasts were closer to him. Of course, I know I have great breasts, I have had great breasts since I was a teenager, but Brent telling me I did help me rebuild my normal self-confidence I had with men.

“You can touch them if you want to,” I told the boy while I gave him a seductive smile.

Brent’s facial expression changed from awe at seeing my breasts to an expression of irritation. He looked at me like I was an idiot. My assurance in myself vanished quickly when he spoke.

“Of course I am going to touch them, you stupid bitch,” he told me with an authoritative tone. “I am going to touch them, squeeze them, play with your huge dark nipples, suck them, and maybe even cum all over them. I want to see my cum splashed all over your brown tits.”

I was taken off guard when he called me a stupid bitch. As I mentioned before, I get off on white men and even white women dominating me and verbally humiliating me by calling me a black bitch, black slut, black whore, etc. I was not offended by his words, not at all. They turned me on.

“I…I’m sorry,” I muttered in a demure voice.

The tone of my voice seemed to please Brent. “Come sit on my lap, I want to play with those brown tits,” he ordered me.

I stepped closer, and Brent reached out and put his hands on my hips. He pulled me hard to him, and I straddled his lap. Brent placed one hand on my butt, and I gasped out in pleasure and discomfort when he roughly grabbed my left breast, squeezed it hard, and placed his mouth over my right, erect, dark nipple.

Brent was biting my hard nipple and squeezing my breast hard while pinching my other nipple painfully. I was gasping and whimpering from a mixture of pain and pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started grinding into him as I leaned my head into his shoulder. I didn’t tell him to stop his rough treatment of me. I enjoyed it.

Brent started to let go of my left breast and placed both hands on my ass and started pulling me against him and then pushing my hips back to force me to grind against his erect cock harder.

“Oh…God…ohh…fuck…. ohh fuck,” was the only words I was able to speak as the boy manhandled my petite frame.

I cried out louder when he bit my nipple harder and held it between his front teeth. He started to rapidly flick his tongue over it repeatedly as he tightened his grip on my ass.

“Fuck, that’s a tight ghetto ass,” he commented when he took his mouth off my nipple, which was now sore from being bitten so hard and covered in saliva.

The younger white boy grabbed my hair and pulled my head off his shoulder, and I whimpered and a wave of pleasure of having my hair pulled washed over me. He then put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed my head forward as he leaned in. I slightly parted my lips to allow his tongue to enter my mouth, and we started making out.

Brent’s kissing was like his foreplay so far, rough. He was a good kisser, not denying that, but he was forceful. He pressed his mouth to mine hard, he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, and he bit down on my lower lip hard and pulled it with his teeth. When Brent started kissing my neck, he bit and sucked my neck, and I knew he was going to leave marks, but I didn’t care. When he started kissing my ear, he bit my lobe hard, and I whimpered from pain and pleasure.

As he was kissing, sucking, and biting my neck and ear, Brent took my brown breasts in his hands and started pinching my dark nipples hard. I made louder whimpers and moans, and it hurt, but also aroused me. I enjoyed his harsh treatment of my body.

I leaned back and started tugging at his shirt. Brent helped me pull it over his head and then started kissing, licking, sucking, and biting my neck and ear as his fingers pinched my erect dark nipples once more.

I pressed my lips to his hairy chest and began to lick his chest and nipples as I moaned and whimpered. He smelled and tasted musky sweat. I let out a louder whimper when he pulled my head back by my hair.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” Brent ordered me.

“Ok, baby,” I replied and slid my small body off his larger, taller frame and down to my knees.

I knelt on the floor as Brent spread his legs and lifted his butt off the sofa as he removed his shorts and underwear. His white cock sprang free, and I made a whimpering sound of lust and surprise when I saw his white cock.

Penis size is not important to me. I have had sex with my share of men, more than most women my age, I am sure. I have seen all different shapes and sizes of cocks; most circumcised and some not. While a few, a very few, of the men that fucked me were well endowed, the vast majority were average size. Don’t buy into the myth that all black men have huge cocks, they don’t. My then-husband is around average size, about seven inches, and maybe even slightly below average in girth.

Don’t buy into the myth that white men are small; that certainly is not true. My Sugar Daddy had a lovely nine-inch cock. But I do get equally satisfied with an average cock as much as a large cock. Yes, you can tell the difference. I won’t claim you can’t. For me, it’s the larger girth that gives me more pleasure than the length. Honestly, anything over about nine inches in length hurts me sometimes, and is not as pleasurable as a smaller penis.

Brent’s cock was a little above average in length; it looked to be about seven and a half inches. It was the girth that surprised me. Brent’s white cock had to be seven inches in circumference, maybe eight! It was fucking thick! The head of his cock was bulbous, mushroom-shaped shaped and was slightly larger than his bulky-looking shaft.

Brent’s hard cock jutted out from his soft, fine, curly pubic hair. His scrotum was tight and huge. The boy had large testicles. The large girth of his seven-and-a-half-inch penis made it look anomalous. My first thought was that it was an ugly-looking cock. The odd shape of the seven-and-a-half-inch cock with such a thick shaft and bulbous, mushroom-shaped tip was ugly.

Such a fine ass white boy like Brent to have such an ugly penis was amusing. While I thought it was ugly the first time I saw it, I came to appreciate how it felt in my mouth and pussy, and I came to think his ugly cock was beautiful.

Even though it was not yet eleven in the morning, the day was hot, and the Savannah humidity was already over ninety percent. Brent had ridden his bike to work and then worked out in the gym. All that excursion made him sweat profusely, and when he took off his shorts and underwear, the pungent, musky scent filled my nostrils.

A lot of girls may be put off by the strong smell. Not me, I loved it! I enjoyed that smell on a lover's private area, both on a cock and on a white girl's pussy. I deeply inhaled twice.

“Well, just don’t sit there and smell it. Put your hand on it and jerk me off some first. I want to see those black fingers around my white cock,” Brent told me. “Go slow.” I blushed at being caught smelling his cock.

I reached out and took his cock in my hand. My fingers could not fit around the shaft. I started to slowly move my hand up and down, and looked up at Brent. He was looking at his cock and watching my brown hand stroking his dick.

I knew Brent enjoyed seeing my brown fingers around his white cock, I enjoyed it also. I found seeing a white man’s body against my brown complexion erotic. Even when we were not naked and having sex and just cuddling or holding hands or standing next to one another on a date, I found it sexy.

“Spit on it. Get it slick,” Brent told me.

I leaned forward, gathered spit in my mouth, parted my lips, and allowed saliva to pour out of my mouth on Brent’s cock. I then loosened my grip on his cock and started sliding my hand up and down on his lubricated cock. Brent moaned out, and after several moments, I saw precum glistening on the tip of his penis.

“Fuck, girl, that feels good,” Brent moaned out. “Suck your tits. I want to see you suck your nipples.”

I looked up at Brent and smiled as I kept slowly gliding my fingers up and down his thick shaft. I took my left breast in my left hand, bent my head down as I pushed my breast up, and opened my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and started running it over my large, dark areola in a circular motion.

After several moments of getting my nipple slick with saliva, I took my nipple in my mouth and started to suck it as I continued to slowly stroke Brent’s cock. Teasing my nipple felt good, and I moaned out and started sucking it harder. As I teased my nipple, I kept my eyes on the young white man.

Brent was grinning, and his eyes were focused on what I was doing to myself. “Bite it,” he commanded me. I bit my nipple. “Harder, fucking bite it harder,” Brent said in a stern tone. “Make it hurt.” I bit harder on my nipple and whimpered, but it felt good. “Pull it. I want to see you stretch that black nipple.”

I made another whimper and, still holding my nipple between my front teeth, I pulled my head back to stretch my nipple. I was still looking at Brent, and he chuckled as I pulled my nipple with my teeth.

Brent was amused by my actions and how I did everything he told me to do. His chuckle was not because he thought what I was doing to myself was comical. Brent was chuckling and amused because I was submitting to him.

I had to admire the boy’s confidence and arrogance. It turned me on. I like confident and arrogant lovers of both sexes. Brent was taking a chance with me. It was not that he was taking a risk of making advances to me about me wanting to have sex with him, that was obvious. What Brent was taking a risk with was him dominating me, and me being submissive to him.

While he did not misread the hints about me wanting him to fuck me, there was no way he could have known that I like to submit to white lovers.

That does not mean I am a pushover or a “doormat” to all white men or women. I certainly am not! To use the cliché, I am a proud, black woman. I get a kick out of men who think that. An example is being on Lush.

I only submit to white men I am going to be intimate with, not just some random man I chat with online. Not all my white lovers have been dominating either. I have had various types of white lovers.

Lovers who enjoy my fetish, lovers who just want to fuck me, white lovers who want to date me, to white lovers who don’t want to be seen dating a black girl in public but just have a black girl fetish and just want to hook up. I enjoy all of them.

I have only had two long-term relationships, being with the same man for over a few months. Normally, when I date a man, I date him for several months and move on. I don’t like being tied down.

The first was with my “Benefactor,” Patrick. We were together for a few years. The next man was my then-husband, a relationship I quickly regretted getting into after we were married.

Of all my relationships I have had, long term, short term, random hookups, etc, where I enjoyed being sexually dominated, I never truly surrendered myself to any man but one. Patrick was the only man I gave myself to fully and submitted to more than sexually.

I never met a man I wanted to completely surrender myself to, a man who I would even go further in my submission than I normally do, a man who I wanted to control me outside of sex. Yes, Patrick was my Sugar Daddy, and he supported me in every way financially, but my desire to give myself to him completely was not for material reasons. I truly came to care a great deal for him and had the desire to give myself to him.

That was how I felt about Brent. That was a shock to me emotionally. With Patrick, it took me months to have the desire to wholly surrender myself to him. But with Brent, it happened so fast.

I never thought Brent would do that. I was just hoping for good sex from a white cock. Due to his age, I never would have imagined he would be so dominant. I thought the first time I sucked his cock, he would orgasm quickly, and the first time he fucked me, he would orgasm quickly as well. The morning was turning out to be completely different from what I imagined.

Not just my surprise that Brent was being controlling, but also my emotional reaction to the boy ever since he got in my car. It was beyond simple, sexual lust. Deep down, I was glad this was going to be a one-time thing. The way I was feeling frightened me. I was not used to this feeling, and I didn’t want it.

I would have a great morning of something I needed; rough, hard, sex with a white man. Then I would leave and never see the boy again. I would have to find a new gym, but there were plenty of ones to choose from. Maybe I would also finally go see an attorney about a divorce.

“Do both tits,” Brent told me.

I let go of his ugly, thick cock, took both breasts in my hands, and started running my tongue over my areolas. I alternated between my nipples. Licking them, sucking my nipples, biting my nipples hard, and using my teeth to pull them. I looked up when Brent chuckled again.

“You like that, don’t you.” It was not a question. “You like being my bitch.” Again, it was not a question. “I’m going to make you my black bitch,” he told me. “Tell me what you are,” he commanded me

As I was stretching my nipple with my teeth and looking up at the boy, I noticed he had a new look on his face. Before, when he first saw my breasts, he had the look of awe on his face, which I expected. But now he looked at me, and the look on his face was one of conquest. He looked like a man who had just come in first place in an athletic competition. It was a look of victory. He knew that by obeying everything he was telling me to do, he had beaten me, and I was now, as he told me, his black bitch. At least for that morning, I told myself.

“Yes, I like it,” I admitted my desire to be Brent’s black bitch, his black whore for the day. “I’m your black bitch.”

Brent’s amused chuckle turned into a laugh. “Suck my cock, bitch,” he ordered me.

I lowered my head and again inhaled deeply to smell his pungent scent. I took his thick shaft in my hand again and started running my tongue over the ugly penis. I let out a loud whimper when Brent grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

“I didn’t say tease it. I want to see those thick lips around my cock. Show me how a black whore sucks cock,” he ordered me.

Brent, still pulling my hair, pushed my head down, and I opened my mouth. He pushed my head until he forced me to take his white cock in my mouth. I gagged and choked a few times as he kept forcing my head down to take more of his cock down my throat. His cock tasted like it smelled, which aroused me even more.

I have no problem deep throating a man; I can easily deep throat a nine or ten-inch dick. But due to being forced and not prepared for it, and the thickness of Brent’s shaft, I was struggling and choking on his white penis.

The morning was not going as I expected. I expected I would seduce the younger boy and have sex. I didn’t expect him to be so dominant and verbally abuse me as he was doing. The morning was going much better than I expected.

It had been so long since I was dominated in such a way by a white man, and I was so aroused by Brent’s treatment of me, that I was the first black girl he ever fucked, and being his bitch; my pussy was already drenched.

I knew I needed a white cock, but I hadn’t realized how much I needed a white man to dominate me and make me his black whore. I was going to enjoy my morning with the younger white boy.

"That's it, bitch, suck that white cock," Brent told me as he forced more of his cock in my mouth.

I retched once, and a gob of thick saliva spilled from my mouth onto his cock. Brent chuckled. The boy then started fucking my mouth.

Brent, still pulling my hair, pushed my head down and then pulled it up while he made short, hard thrusts into my mouth. I kept gagging, my eyes became watery, and my saliva became thick and mucus-like. He then pushed my head down further and further. It felt like the girth of his cock was stretching my throat to its limit. I again retched when my lips were pressed against his soft, fine pubic hair. Brent held my head down as I swallowed his entire thick, ugly cock.

"Fuck, girl, you are such a cock sucking whore," he told me. "I never had a girl able to swallow all of my dick. I bet you have sucked thousands of white cocks," he told me and laughed. "I never thought you would be such a black slut."

I couldn't answer even if he wanted one with his penis in my mouth. I just made muffled whimpers and pressed my hands on his thighs as I struggled to breathe. Tears were running down my cheeks, and snot started to run out of my nose. Brent reached down with his free hand and pinched my nostrils shut.

My muffled moans became muffled whines. I couldn't breathe at all. I started pushing on his thighs to attempt to free myself, but Brent held my head down. God, it was such a turn-on to be treated in his manner by a sexy, young, white person.

Finally, he let go of my nose and hair. I pulled my head up and started gasping for air and retched a couple of times, and again, thick mucus ran out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts. When I caught my breath, Brent grabbed the back of my head, and I whimpered again.

Brent laughed. "Don't worry, Saffron, I'm done with your mouth for now," he told me. "I want you to use those big, brown tits to fuck my cock."

I nodded and lowered my chest, positioned his cock between my breasts, and pressed them together. I looked up at Brent as I started moving my breasts up and down over his spit-lubricated cock. Brent's eyes were focused on my chest.

"Fuck, that's sexy," He told me. "Seeing my white dick between those brown tits is so sexy." I looked down and had to agree. I always thought the contrast of my complexion against my white lover was erotic. "Spit on your tits and then put the tip in your mouth. I want to see those thick, black girl lips around my cock head."

I bent my head lower, drooled spit onto my breasts and his cock, and took the large, bulbous head into my mouth. As I moved my hands up and down to rub my slick breasts, I sucked on the head of Brent's cock and ran my tongue over it in a circular motion. Brent moaned in pleasure.

Brent watched me as I used my breasts and mouth to give him pleasure. I let my spit run out of my mouth the keep his cock lubricated so my brown breasts would easily slide up and down his white cock. I enjoyed his masculine moans of pleasure and how he watched me with his piercing blue eyes.

"That's enough," Brent told me.

I sat back on my heels, wiped my mouth and nose, and waited for him to tell me what to do next. I was hoping he would fuck me. I needed it so bad, but I enjoyed long, drawn-out, domination-type foreplay. Brent leaned back on the sofa, lifted and spread his legs to expose his hairy butthole to me.

"Rim my asshole," he told me.

I moved closer and placed my hands on his butt cheeks and lowered my head. Again, I inhaled deeply. The pungent scent of him was more prominent in the position he was in. I started by licking his hairy scrotum and large testicles, then down to his taint, and then started running my tongue over his hairy, musky smelling and tasting butthole. I was licking and lapping it like a kitten lapping up milk.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good," Brent moaned out. "I can't believe you're actually licking my asshole," he chuckled. "No girl has ever done that before," he told me and chuckled again. "Fuck, you're such a nasty black whore. You like that, don't you, you nasty black bitch."

I made a muffled-sounding yes. I liked rimming and putting my tongue up a white man's hairy ass.

"Now get that tongue up my ass," the boy ordered me.

I shoved my tongue deep into his butthole and started twisting it and flicking it inside his butt. Brent again moaned out in pleasure.

Brent grabbed the back of my head and pushed me harder into him. "Get that tongue deeper into my ass," He told me. He then started jerking his cock with his other hand.

As he jerked off, held my head pressed into him, I pushed my tongue as far as I could into his butthole. Brent was calling me a nasty bitch, a dirty black whore, telling me how much I must enjoy licking white ass, and other names that turned me on. He started stroking his cock harder and faster, and I knew he was about to cum. I twisted and flicked my tongue inside his butt harder and faster to give him as much pleasure as I could.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, Saffronn, I'm going to cum," the boy grunted out.

He pushed me away from him and quickly stood up. "Hold your tits up," he told me.

I placed my hands on my breasts and presented to him. Brent started jerking his ugly cock furiously and pointed it at my breasts. He then made a series of loud grunts and ejaculated on my breasts. I watched as his cum exploded out of his cock in a series of stringy spurts and landed over my chest and chin. His orgasm was powerful and he shot an abundant amount of cum over me.

After Brent's orgasm ended, he stood over me panting. I looked up at him as I leaned my head down and started licking the cum off my breasts, lapping it up with my tongue.

Brent chuckled again at me licking and eating his cum. "Damn, you're a freaky, little, black slut aren't you?"

I smiled at the boy and nodded as I gave him my innocent look. Brent reached down and caressed my cheek, the first display of affection he gave me. I moaned with pleasure from his soft touch.

"You really like this, don't you?" he asked. "Being a slut."

I nodded. I didn't feel the need to explain any further than that. This was only a one-time hook-up up and he didn't need an explanation about my desire and fetish to be dominated by white men.

"I am going to fuck you now," he told me with confidence. "I never had black pussy, and I want to see if it tastes and feels as good as white pussy."

Brent started walking to what I assumed was his bedroom. He didn't even help me up. I stood up and followed him.