I know which girl food he likes the best and often trash most of the shit but I inform him who bought what so they can't catch him off guard when they...ask if he liked it. I originally thought it was a motherly instinct I felt for him. I've never been attracted to black men but always admired their confidence. Let's be honest white people if we were given their predicament would we walk around like the world was ours I think not.Anyway I've only been with two men in my life thinking my husband. I hear a click, and my left hand comes free, then another as my right foot is released as well. I start to move, two strong hands of different sizes reaching down to give my ass a final slap. I hear voices and the rapid shuffling of feet, then a door opening and slamming shut before locking. I reach up to the blindfold, pulling it from my eyes, finally getting a view of the room. I was in my bedroom, covered in oil that made my body shine like a goddess, with traces of cum on my lips. My sex. He had one arm around my back, almost grabbing me by the neck when he told me to lie down. I did as I was told and felt his fingers plunge into my ass, causing me to gasp."Oohhhhh! Fuck! Please!"He let go of our cocks and reached over to a drawer, pulling out a condom while his other hand continued to pump in and out of my willing ass. I felt dizzy and light headed again from him working my ass and when he lifted my balls up roughly, I fully expected him to plunge his thick cock into me. The 6 of us got really tired at around 4am, so we decided to hit the hay. I was almost halfway asleep when I heard my door open. I slowly got up, and saw Steph standing there. She walked to my bed and closed the door behind her. "Jacob, can I please stay and cuddle with you? I'm actually scared to be honest." "Sure, just hop in." I obviously thought this was amazing, I was in the same bed as her! It's like a dream come true. Cuddles with my best friend. This really is the shit. I decided to be.