Her eyes slowly drifted closed, and she went to the land of dreams, where anything is possible. And woke, startled. Her hands, what had happened to h...r hands? Clarissa couldn’t move them. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped. There was Matt, standing next to the bed, his eyes locked on hers, burning, passionate, and full of need and desire. She glanced back, and her hands were tied to the bedpost with black velvet material, tied quite firmly. When she tried to pull at the binds, Matt bent. I was more than happy to accomodate them but always made them kiss me first.I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward for the pleasure I was about to bring them.Sometimes we'd return and I'd hear whispered talk with the expression "never happen".A kiss and a quickie doesn't make a guy a HOMO.I've heard that expression from many of my black lovers friends over the years.Then,quite suddenly,they'd contact me and wonder if they can come over to talk.If I liked them,I'd invite. "Gordon is really sweet," said Melissa in that voice that lets you know there's a but coming. And it came. "But I doubt it's going to last." Why?" asked Cindy. "I thought you two were really sweet on each other." We are," said Melissa, "but..." What?" the girls demanded."Promise you will never say a word about what I'm going to tell you," commanded Melissa.The girls all agreed. I just shrugged. I was from out of town, supposedly, so it didn't matter if I promised."The thing is," Melissa said,. He rubs his juice all over my face til I'm covered. My mouth waters to taste him.He's ready. He lifts my legs unto his shoulders and puts that cunt wrecker of a cock against my tight raw cherry hole. He's so big it won't go in, but I can feel his juices flowly into me. It's like he coming inside me, but I know he's not. His pre lubes me up and I feel my boy cunt lips spreading open to except his fuck stick. The discomfort is minimal and there is no pain as with a loud pop his huge cock head.