In his mind, being a Black man was about athleticism, sexuality, and masculinity.It was indeed a Black man who masterminded phase three of his evoluti...n. Having "graduated" from serving masculine Black women, and compelled by his deviant urges and conflicted emotions, Scott moved on to the worship of the mythical big black cock. He became obsessed with it, all the power it represented and he CRAVED to be degraded and humiliated by Black men with nothing less than 8 inches or more of man meat.. My cock continued to thicken as I entered the warmth of his home. Throughout, light hid under ficus and glowed in opaque lamps. A large brown sofa and chairs hosted an old-style, big screen, tied together with the rest of the furniture by a zebra-skin rug. An open floor plan, the furnishings hinted to the master of the house: severe yet stylish. The entire home looked like a homage to the African savannah: heads on ever wall, a taxidermist's dream. This was interspersed with Mexican art. At least she wasnt trying to bite me. Now with both hands on either side of her head I was forcing her to mouth fuck me deeply. Harder and harder, but wait, she's not resisting it any more. I pulled my hands back and fondled her tits and she was slowly moving up and down like a pro, sucking real hard. Damn, she was going for it and my cock was loving it. I dont know where she learned it, but she grabbed my nut sack and that was all it took. I pushed her head down hard and held it with my. Her dream people were the closest friends that Beverly had ever known. Last night instead she found herself lying in a bed, a thin attractive bald man was lying over her their hips pressed together. Beverly might be a virgin in her waking life, but the dream Beverly could feel the man’s hard cock deep inside her body as he smiled down at her. Beverly had no idea who he was but was aware that her dream self loved him, she would have pulled him down to kiss her but they were not alone. Beverly’s.