I like guys that have long cocks. I'm not going to hide it, I'm a cock addict. I've loved cock ever since I first had one inside me. I've got something else to admit, I love black guys. I find that black guys have the kind of cock that I crave. These black guys that I have been dating are really well hung. There are no tiny cocks attached to black men. I'm sure there are, but I've never saw one. Not one, that says something about black men, if you know what I mean. I have had all kinds of guys from all walks of life. I keep going back to black men, I just love that black cock!

I've got to tell you something else, while I'm being open and honest. I'm a white woman, so if you don't like the fact that I date black men, you can stop reading this right now. No need to go any further, the last thing I want is someone who is going to put me down. People should be free no matter what their skin color is. A black man has every right to live in this world that a white man has. I asked a doctor once if black people's guts are the same as a white person's. He told me that black people are no different on the inside. That told me that it was more than okay to date black men. They are just like you and me. Well, I shouldn't say that. They are like white guys, but they have bigger cocks. Let's not forget the bigger cocks.

I've dated all kinds of black men. Let me tell you, what they say about black men aren't true. Sure, some of them are lazy. But, there are all kinds of lazy people in this world, not just blacks. The men I have dated all had jobs, good jobs at that. I sucked a guy's cock who was a basketball player. I can't tell you his name, because he would get mad at me for telling people about it. But, after a game, I gave him the best blow job he ever had. At least that is what he told me. I swallowed every drop of his cum and begged him for more! When I say I can't get enough black cock, I mean it!

My last boyfriend was a business man, a rich business man. He even owned his very own company. Now, you can't say that a successful man who owns his own business is lazy or stupid. All he done was work, but I didn't mind. He bought me all kinds of shit, even a new car. He was an older guy, much older than me. He told me that fucking a girl like me made him feel young. I don't know about that, but he was good in bed. It didn't hurt that he had a lot of money, but if he wouldn't have had such a big cock, I wouldn't have dated him. I'm a woman of principal, I'll tell you that much.

This guy I have been dating, he is a big shot at a bank. I don't know what his title is, but he wears a suit every day to work. That is what I call a big shot, that and he has a lot of money. A big wallet and a big cock is what you need to get me. Though, I really shouldn't talk like that. I would fuck him even if he didn't have such a good job, at least I think I would. I've never really thought about it. He is a nice guy, but he doesn't spend as much money on me as the other guy did. I had to break up with the other guy because he got back together with his wife.

We did mess around a little bit after he got back together with her, but we had to stop. He said that he wasn't going to mess up his marriage again. I don't know what he was talking about, the stupid bitch was just out for his money. After she was broke, that is when she called him up. I know how these women are, they will do anything for a buck. I know that I sound like one of those types of women, but I assure you that I'm not. I like guys who have good jobs, because they are the type of man who knows what they want out of life. They are the best in bed, because they get to the point. A rich guy has to know how to handle himself, unless he got the money from his family. Most guys who work hard, have good personalities.

I'm going to call my new boyfriend Alex. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you that. Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but you know how the internet is. There are all kinds of freaks out there. Also, you never know when these guys are married. Though, I'm pretty sure that Alex isn't married. If he is, he sure is doing a good job of hiding it. I think he might have been in a long term relationship with a woman, but I don't think they ever got married. Every now and then Alex will talk about his son, so he must have been in some kind of relationship.

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I've recently discovered Japanese food. I don't know how I have ever lived life without this stuff. Not only is the food damn good, but those Japanese people sure are a happy bunch. I've never understood how a group of people could be so happy. Especially after their country was blown to hell and back by an atomic bomb. I love how Japanese women never look old. They can be over the hill and they still look like a spring chicken. I don't know how they do it, but it certainly is nothing short of amazing.

Jason, my boyfriend said that he had a special treat for me. He was going to take me to this special Japanese restaurant place. Jason also said that there was a kinky surprise waiting for me. This kind of took me by surprise. I've never heard of such a thing. I asked him if I should get dressed up and he said no. Jason then gave me an outfit to wear. It was a traditional Japanese outfit that looked great. I don't know if I would wear such a thing in public, but for wearing around the house it would be great. Jason said that I had to wear this when we went out for this special treat. That got me thinking a little, but I didn't allow it to not make me want to go. I don't know why, but I found all of this kind of interesting.

“Let's head on out in about ten minutes,” Jason said as he walked up the stairs to our bedroom.

“Are you going to put your outfit on?” I asked as I watched him go up the stairs.

“Yes, that's what I'm going to do now.” Jason said as he walked into our bedroom.

I wasn't going to go up to our bedroom to put on the outfit. I figured I would just put it on in the living room. No need to go all the way upstairs to just throw on this robe like thing. I wasn't sure if I should wear my panties and bra underneath this thing or not. I put it on and looked down at my chest. I figured that it would be a good idea to keep them on. That way if something happened we needed to get out of the car, nothing would fall out. That wouldn't be a good thing for me, but a good thing for anyone looking. I didn't feel like putting on a show for the world to see.

We hopped into the car and off we went. I still didn't know where we were going. We drove for about a half hour and I was still puzzled. I asked Jason where we were going and he wouldn't tell me. He just said that we would be getting there shortly. We have never went out of town for our Japanese food. There is a nice little Japanese restaurant near the mall that we go to. I was starting to wonder where he heard of this Japanese place that we were going to. It was so far away, that I knew he couldn't have stumbled upon it. He could have seen an advertisement for it some where, but it wouldn't make sense that he actually wanted to go there. We had no way of knowing if there food was any better than the local shop that we go to.

When we rolled into the driveway of a house, I was even more puzzled. I thought we were going to a restaurant, not someone's house. All this time I thought I was going to be eating at a fancy Japanese restaurant. I thought everyone would be wearing this traditional Japanese stuff, like we were wearing. Well, I could see that those ideas where shot to the wind. I kept trying to think what he was up to, but nothing came into mind. We walked up to the door and Jason let us in. The door wasn't even locked. There were lights on in some of the rooms while other rooms were pitch dark. I looked into the windows while we were walking up to the house, but I couldn't see anything inside that seemed out of the ordinary. I saw a television, but it was turned off. A dinning room table, but there was no food on it. Everything looked like a place where the people weren't home.

I had a strange feeling go through me as we walked through the house. It almost like how the actors pretend they feel in low budget horror flicks. They act afraid, but you know it is all an act. Between the bad acting and the piss poor effects, no one with a right mind would think that it all was real. I looked around the house and nothing seemed out of place. It looked like a house that people lived in. There was a coffee table with opened letters on it. Like someone had went through their bills that came in the mail that day. There was even a newspaper that was neatly folded on the couch. As if someone had bought it, but hasn't had the chance to read it.

I wasn't able to get the nerve to say anything to Jason. I trust him, at least I did trust him. My trust in him was wavering at this point. Even though I felt like I knew him better than my own self, I still couldn't help but feel this was all too weird for me. Almost as if, I was being betrayed some how. Maybe someone would jump from behind a closed door and slit my throat. I know that sounds silly, but when you're in a situation like this, you never know what can happen.

I wanted to freeze and then run in the other direction. This was getting way too spooky for me. I've never been to this place and I don't even recognize this part of town. I've been to this city before, but I don't know anyone here. We walked down a flight of stairs and I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. I was so nervous, my palms were almost dripping with sweat. I slid my hand down the banister as we walked down the stairs. The banister was clean and smooth, like someone had waxed it recently. Once we got down stairs, we turned and things looked familiar. Not because I was ever in this place, but because it looked like the Japanese restaurant. Part of me wanted to sigh in relief and the other part tried to understand why everything looked the way it did. This certainly was the most strange thing I have ever seen in my life.

Jason slowly opened the door and I saw what looked like the inside of the Japanese restaurant. The area where we go in and eat. They have separate rooms for each of the customers. You can eat at the counter if you like, but we always go to one of the special rooms. I looked around and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was so beautiful, but it was also almost exactly like the restaurant that we go to. I looked around some more and I got the shit scared out of me. There was a woman laying on a table covered with Japanese food. Not just any woman, but a woman that we used to have three ways with. It blew my mind. I haven't seen or heard from her in many years. She raised up and gave us a smile, but was very cautious so that none of the food fell on the floor.

“You really had me fooled!” I said as I looked down at Kelly.

“We knew you would be. Jason called me up and asked if I would like to get together again with you two. Dig in before the food goes bad,” Kelly said as I looked at all of the food on her body.

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I would like to introduce myself. My name is Rita. I have been in the real estate business for the past five years. I mainly buy and sell houses, but I also sell pieces of land. Sometimes I can find a piece of land and buy it cheap, then sell it so someone else for a lot of profit. When a new store or business comes to town, they come to me first to see if I have any land for them to build on.

I have two homes of my own. I make close to two million dollars per year. I have to say, I have been very lucky. It seems that I can't do anything wrong when it comes to real estate. But, I have a good name, which makes everything a lot easier. When people are looking for a new house, they come to me first. You could probably say that I am the best real estate agent around this area.

Even though I have been making a lot of money, I am bored. My boyfriend broke up with me a year ago. I know, a year is a long time not to have a man in my life. But, I have been so busy. I also hate how men use me. All they want to do is get my money. I can't tell who loves me and who doesn't. All I can tell is that they love my bank account.

A woman has needs. I, have a lot of needs. Especially since I haven't had sex in over a year. My pussy needs fucked good and hard. What I am about to say might shock you, but rest assured it is true. I think it is actually an interesting way of approaching sex.

Since all of these men use me for money, I thought I would reverse the roles. I would use them for money! Not only that, but I would charge them money to have sex with me! You guessed it, I have decided to become a prostitute. It wasn't a very hard decision, all in all.

I went to the store and I got some new outfits. I will tell you what I am wearing now. I am going to be going out for the first time to try to have sex. I am wearing a short leather mini skirt. If it was a inch or two shorter, my ass would be hanging out. It is a real mini skirt! I am wearing black panty hose. I am also wearing a little red tank top. My tits are busting out of this thing. I bet if I walked too fast, my tits would pop out! Oh, I am also wearing high heels. Red ones to be exact.

“Looking for a good time?” I asked a tall black man as he walked by.

“What kind of good time?” He asked back.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“I've never seen you down here.” He said looking me over.

“I'm kind of new to this.” I said.

I wasn't sure if I should have told him that. He looked at me very strange.

“Are you a cop?” He asked me.

“Hell no!” I said clenching onto his arm.

“I'm just looking to make some money.” I laughed.

“Since you are new, do you know what you are doing?” He joked.

“Listen you cute black stud, I can do things to you that you never dreamed possible.” I said.

“Let's go into my car. We can talk more there.” He said while walking over to his car.

I got into his car. I could smell the odor of pot smoke. He must have been smoking pot.

“Want a toke off of this joint?” He asked.

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I have a story to tell, but you need to promise me one thing. If you can't do this, then please don't read the story. I don't think it is too much to ask.

I just got out of prison three months ago. Please don't judge me and think I am a bad person. I did my time and paid my debt to society. I got in trouble because I shop lifted three times in a row. I guess I should say that I was caught three times in a row.

I don't know what led me to steal stuff. I didn't have the money to buy the things that I wanted. So, I stole them. It wasn't the smartest thing I could do. But, I have learned my lesson. I have paid my debts and want to start my life over again.

I have promised my parole officer that I will never steal again. I am even in a support group that meets three times per week. I think it helps to talk about why I wanted to steal. I have to admit, I stole more than three times, those are the only times that I got caught. I'm not proud of what I did. But, I am proud that I can change my life around. I know I can do it.

Sometimes we go out for coffee after the meetings. Other times we just go home. I wish that I could go to these meetings every day, but I know that not everyone wants to have them every day. I have asked around to see if anyone would like to come to my house for meetings when we don't have any. A few people said they would think about it, but they never gave me an answer. I will have to ask them again and see what they say.

When I was in prison, I had a few flings with men. I know you won't believe it, but the male officers like to fuck the inmates. The women are more than happy to put out. Especially the ones that are there for life or on death row. Those women are sluts! It is said that single men request to work around the women who are doing life. They request it because they know the women will fuck their brains out.

Not only is there a lot of sex with the prison workers, but there is a lot of lesbian sex going on. I tried it a few times, when I was really lonely. But, I didn't like it at all. I don't see what women get out of having sex with other women. I like to feel a strong man fuck me good and hard. Not a delicate woman and her tongue. Tongues are nice, but cock is better! Though, a lot of women turn lesbian when they are in prison for a long time.

I met this one guy named Tyrone. This guy had the biggest black cock that I have ever seen. This thing was so long, the first time I saw it, it actually scared me! I didn't think my pussy would be able to handle such a long thing!

This is the real story that took place. I will never forget one word that was said. Trust me ladies, you will remember the biggest cock you have ever seen.

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I'm a bartender at a high class restaurant. This isn't the normal beer joint that you might be thinking of. This is the type of bar where people order fancy mixed drinks and leave big tips. I've worked in a few beer joints in my day. I've always wanted to be a bartender since I saw one on television when I was a kid. I remember how fascinated I was when I would watch westerns with my dad. The men always drank heavily and the women were always sexy. My mom would always tell my dad that she wished he drooled over her half as much as he did the babes in the westerns. It wouldn't be a long time until I understood what she meant.

I went to work like I normally do. Looking forward to serving my customers. This isn't the type of place where people get drunk. People come and have a few drinks, loosen up a bit. They talk to me or who ever is in the bar. A lot of people come up to the bar after they have finished their meals. Very few people stop in just for a drink. I guess that's because we are mostly known as a restaurant and not as a bar. Though, it does get pretty crowded on the weekends. People like to come out for a bite to eat and have a drink or two. Especially when it's summer time and no one wants to cook in a hot kitchen. The bar is always cool as a cucumber, no matter how hot it is outside.

“What kind of beer do you have on tap?” A nice looking black man asked.

“What are you looking for? We have both domestic and imports on tap,” I said as I watched him sit down at the counter.

“Hook me up with an import. Give me what you think is the best.” The man said as he looked at me in a sexual way.

I'm the type of person who loves to drink. I shouldn't say it like that, but I think you know what I mean. I love to have a beer or a glass of wine. I usually don't get drunk, but I will sip on a drink when I get off of work. Sometimes I come home and mix myself a drink and feel like I'm back at work. Usually I just pour myself a glass of red wine or drink a bottle of beer. I think a drink each day is good for the nerves. I've read where a drink a day will make you live to a ripe old age. But, I'm not sure if I believe that. I don't know if alcohol can do such a thing or not. I would like to hope so, but I won't be holding my breath.

I handed him a glass of beer and he took one sip and looked at me. I wasn't sure if he liked the beer or if he thought it was awful. He took another sip and gave me a big smile. That's when I knew that he liked it. The man drank the beer as I wiped off the counter. I told him not to worry, I would clean his side when he was done.

“How are you doing?” Matty asked as she walked up to the man.

“Not bad. How are you?” The man asked.

“Not bad at all. In fact, I'm good now that you are here Charles.

“This is Charles. He is a long time friend of mine,” Matty said as she introduced us.

“Nice to meet you.” I said as I continued cleaning.

I usually have quite a bit of stuff to do right before we close. I watched Matty flirt with Charles and it got me to wondering. Why would they do such a thing in a public place like this? I over heard her talking about his cock and what she would do to it. I've never heard Matty say such things before. In fact, I always thought she was a lesbian. We had a fling about a week ago, but it wasn't nothing major. She felt me up and fingered me until I came. It wasn't ground breaking or anything like that, but it did feel good. I listened to them talk some more and it blew my mind. Charles was asking her if she wanted him to eat her pussy.

“Why don't you two go in the bathroom and fuck already!” I said as I listened to them talk dirty.

“Why go to the bathroom? We can fuck right here and you can join us,” Matty said with a silly smirk.

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My friend Angie asked if I would go on a cruise trip with her. I told her that I didn't have the money, but she said not to worry about that. Angie said she won tickets to go on a cruise from one of the local radio stations. There was some call in contest where she had to answer some questions. I figured what the hell, I would go on the trip with her. No reason not to, especially since I didn't have to pay one red cent to go along.

Even though I haven't mentioned it, Angie and I have a fling going on. Even though we are friends, we have sex. I would say that we are more than friends, but I think she is in denial. She likes women, but she doesn't admit it to her friends and family. Only to the chicks she has sex with. Which of course, they know that she is into chicks. I won't bore you with everything that I did from the time I got the clothes till the time I got on the ship. Nothing really happened, other than me working all the time. I did have a flat tire on my way home from work, but that was far from exciting. I got all dirty changing the tire, but that's about it. Angie and I had lunch a few times together to talk about what we wanted to do on the trip.

We were on the boat for a few days before we got to walk around on land. The cruise was scheduled for a total of ten days. For a few of those days, we were docked at port and were allowed to walk around. Angie and I went to many different places. I've never eaten so much good food in my life! It was easy to spot the people from the cruise ship on land. They all looked around with big eyes and smiles on their faces. I even got to eat some lobster. The radio station gave each of us some spending money. That's why I was eating high off the hog. I ate lobster and it was damn good. I wish I could eat like this more often. Though if I did, I would probably end up having hips the size of a of a station wagon!

On one of our journey's through the port city, we met the captain. Angie kept saying how cute she thought he was, when we were on the ship. I told her she ask him to come back to our room, but she was too shy. I would have asked him, but I never had the chance to. We were never alone. Being the captain of the ship, he couldn't go to the bar and have a few drinks. I kept thinking that maybe he would come down and talk to the passengers, you know, shoot the shit with all of us. But, he didn't. I expect that he has a lot to deal with when the ship is at sea. I think that would be the greatest job ever. To be able to captain a boat that goes to all of these beautiful places. I think I would love a job like that so much, I would pay them to let me do it!

“How are you doing today Captain?” I asked as we walked up to him.

“Enjoying the days off. How about you two ladies?” The captain asked as he tipped his big white hat at us.

“We'd be better if you came back to our room,” I said as I giggled like a schoolgirl.

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