Again and again, her body was ravished. Again and again, all her holes were stretched beyond capacity. Again and again, cum was sprayed in her and o... her. All the while she watched the surreal ordeal in the mirror as they had their way with her. She watched as she became the white sluts in the interracial porn she'd been forced to watch. What she hated most was witnessing her own body betray her, succumbing to the pleasures of interracial sex--even if unwanted. Her white body came again. Fortunately the tension was cut by Mr. Rogers, the boss, greeting me. He explained my duties and roles at the company, which weren’t that exciting, just helping the people in the office with their work loads, like photocopying. I thought this task would be a piece of cake, but I had never used the machine before. I started helping the men, as the women were far more intimidating and rude. I guess they didn’t like the thought of a pretty, young, blonde girl walking around the office, been eye. The end." "Oh my god," exclaimed Lisa. "That was so hot. Are you two still together?" "Remember," I said, "this is semi-autobiographical. No, we are not together. Does anyone have any comments or suggestions about the story?" "I am wondering," said Jim, "when you write a story like this, does it have any effect on you?" "When I've finished writing one of my stories, I feel an immense sense of pride," I said, knowing I was not answering his question. "No," Jim said with knitted eyebrows, "what I. The third time we parked and made out. I got to feel her tits. The fourth time I got her blouse open and bra undone and felt her naked tits. She said no one had ever done that before and it felt good. I told her she had the most magnificent tits Id ever felt. Two dates later we were on my bed making out. She let me dry hump her and strip her from the waist up and see her with the lights on. She told me to look at her. I told her how exquisite she was and she loved it. I kissed her and felt her.