No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather...bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the. Victim? Emily wonders. Yes, somehow, the wordfits; although the sex between them is consensual, it appears that thehulking Black man rapes the smaller male, so hard, fast, and relentlessis the bigger man's assault upon his impaled backside. Such scenesalways excite Emily; she love the implicit theme of reverse slavery,with the big, powerful Black man the Master of the white slave hefucks.She pushes the love button again; the orgasm is immediate and moreintense than the others, rocking her to. I could not remember that last blow job or last time I had masturbated. It had to be close to a week for the later. She bobbed her head up and down on my cock. She turned my body, so I was lying on my back. I turned my head to see Stiff had rolled over and was facing us. The towel was still over his face and sunglasses. I turned my attention back to his Mom. She had about just more than half of my cock in her wet mouth. She was making loud sucking noise and spitting on the tip as she wiped my. Several minutes passes, i felt his big load shooting the back of my throat. A big hot load of cum. I swallowed everything, it tasted so good (I still have a boner writing those lines) I finished and turn to sleep. A couple weeks passes and we haven’t talked about it (maybe we were both scared to be gay). I got myself an apartment, he was always there with me, one night he slept over, I couldn’t stop thinking about the other night. I grab his big cock and sucked him again, he didn’t resist.