I grew up in an all white area of Amsterdam in northern Europe and had little prejudice against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know....I never gave any thought to, or about black men as a young girl and only viewed the few that I had seen where I lived as just men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my lust and fantasy of being forced into sex with mostly black men, and that this lust was quickly followed by equally with black women!… The. The rain had stopped there outside.As I got in my car, the phone buzzed and I checked my messages.It was a black guy, asking if I was available for a threesome.I answered we could meet at a nearer darkened parking lot…He agreed and some minutes later I was there.I saw both black guys waiting for me; but I warned them my asshole was sore and I would not accept anal. One of them, Tyrrell, said he wanted to feel just my red lips wrapped around his cockhead…The other one, Samson, smiled and said he. "Well on a good morning the postmen would come before I left for work," she giggled again, "I think he rearranged his round to catch us both in." So this day was one of his good mornings and you caught him. So before you had left your flat you had three guys already," I observed."Four if I could catch Jackie's feller before she could stop me and that morning I remember I caught him coming out of the bathroom with just wearing a towel around his middle. The sound of him banging into me up. He was so horney he took over and began to skull fuck the shit out of me. He gets in 3/4s the way and begins to go to town and I tear up, gag, and try to catch my breath. After five minutes of struggling he says he wants to try my ass too. I am thinking hell no but he's too strong and in he went as I cry and beg for him to stop. I'm screaming and holding these bed sheets for dear God as he just destroys me. After three minutes of screaming in pain and a mixture of moaning he stops and tells me.