Shit, from the way they are always staring at me, I must be the volleyball coach they want to fuck.” Following that first night looking at the black...cock pictures, the fantasy of fucking those boys became a routine part of our sex lives. We never talked about the boys when we were not in bed fucking, but I have to admit watching them and maybe even flirting with them at school. It was hard to believe how I could have evolved to fantasizing about fucking black boys, given my conservative. “Keeping yourself entertained?” He’d asked, when I answered my phone. “Yes.” I’d answered with a girlish giggle, the sight of a willowy blonde woman kneeling, her hands tied above her head, a velvet blindfold covering her eyes fresh in my mind. That could be me was what I’d been thinking just moments ago, vaguely aware that I’d been absently teasing the metal button of my jeans the entire time. “Good. I’ll be home as soon as I can. In the meantime, enjoy yourself, Kitten.” He sounded amused and. I am Ashok(name changed of course) at present 32 years old with tons of energy to rip more out of my life. This real incident happened when I was 18 years old. I come from a perfect middle class family. When I completed my HSC, I got admitted in a college at my native place which was some 300 kms away from where I was living with my parents.My parents chose this location, since they felt all the relatives, including my grandma, grandpa, aunt and uncle are around to take care of me. So I will be. His wife was pregnant with his second kid. He was around 25-30 years old.So, I started taking his tuition. Along with me, a few other of my classmates also took his tuition. We had tuition only from Monday to Saturday. But, one Sunday, he called my parents and said he was conducting extra class and I had to attend it. I was really angry but had no other go so I got ready and left. That day, I wore a short chudi. When, I reached there, no one else was there.My tuition teacher welcomed me inside..