I made a point of occasionally running a hand through my blonde hair as I walked. Every man there wanted me. I saw it in their eyes. I looked over my ...houlder and saw several tall, black native men following me down the path. A few of them were naked and shamelessly sporting erections. It sparked off a further dose of arousal in my loins.They knew I was going to the river to bathe. I thought of the village men taking advantage of me, one after another. I was dripping wet when I finally reached. Right then, we were in the missionary position and I started banging her hard. The expression on her face was making me go more crazy and I started increasing the speed further and further.With the rhythm of my shots, she was moaning too. (Thinking about all those things is making me hard now!)Then, we decided to change the position. One of my favourite positions is fucking the girl in the standing position, with one leg up. I wanted to try that and so we came to that position.She was holding a. I only knew my black cock addiction had kicked in madly, washing me away in its current a helpless prisoner. My hands shook and sweat rolled down my brow as I walked into the parking lot, looking around anxiously. I didn't see him. He must've had a ride waiting on him I thought, and started to walk home slightly put out, still horny as hell.I didn't make it ten feet before a low, rumbling voice sounded off behind me, "Yo white boy."I froze, paralyzed. It took me a moment to turn, but I finally. The building was dark and grey, sending a chill down her spine just looking at it despite the relatively mild autumnal afternoon. The bare trees outside, as black as the gothic looking stone the building was made out of, did nothing to ease her worries. There was always something odd about this place, she remembered it freaking her out when she was younger and it still had a bit of a hold over her now.Ancient burial sites, unexplained deaths, missing people; this place had it all. But that was.