Another ongoing fantasy with Emily involves dancing. We had attended a party at my old home and Emily got to dance. I'm not much of a dancer but I lov... to watch. She was on the floor with a female friend of ours when a fairly hot guy deiced to dance behind her. At that moment it had become the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. The sight of her pressing up against his cock in her low cut black skirt while grinding to the beat was intense. His hands touching her breasts just slightly as. Isn’t love grand, folks? Come Thursday, I went to school early, wanting to see my friends and bask in the ambience of the university campus. I love my school, and hate both my job and the crappy house that I share with some truly lousy and noisy roommates. School is my refuge, seriously. The racist white bozos working downtown look down on me when they see me, a tall young black man in a security uniform. Once I get my criminology degree, I’m going straight to Law School and then I’m going to. .. making me want it.. all I can do is smell it. Smell his sex making me yearn for his cock.. He tells me to beg for it.. beg girl.. so through the gag I beg.. please please may I have your cock dear sir? He smiles and says good girl then slaps my mouth with his cock. He unties me from the chair and tells me to go to the bed and lay on my back. He adjusts the belt and ties my hands together. Still gagged he tells me you are going to get fucked girl... Yes sir is coming out through the gag... But as days went on, I knew I was falling for him. What a perfect boyfriend I knew he’d be. He would never hurt me and we could talk honestly to each other. Not to mention he was unbelievably cute. From his shaggy blonde surfer hair to his tan muscular build. I often fantasized about us being together. I knew he felt the same way, but he always tried to hide it. I could tell the way he looked at me when I asked him if a certain pair of pants made my butt look big, or when me and him wrestled.