. Wo ghana, south africa se hai.. Uska naam musa akil tha. Wo ek number ka kamina tha .. Har hafte me at least do baar raandikhana jake chodke aata th... .. Kuchh din baad office se mujhe aur musa ko ek sharing me 3 bedroom wale flat mila rahne ko .. To hum wahan pe shift ho gaye .. Hum dono bahot masti me wahan rahte the.. Wo kabhi kabhi bahar se ladki leke aake chodta tha .. Mujhse bhi chudwata tha .. Pata nahi kitna sex ka bhikha tha wo .. Wo apne ghar ke bareme batata tha .. Main bhi apne. I stet out of it, heels still on. I get forced to my knees. Just wearing bra, panties, heels, and my glasses. The biggest guy steps forward and says "Me first." He reaches down with his mammoth paw of a hand and takes off my glasses and tosses them aside. His hard cock, like a baseball bat sticking straight out at my mouth level. I waste no time, I swallow the head and slobber all over it like a whore. I feel other cocks around me, hands pawing at my tits. And I am fucking loving it. As he. I’ve decked more than one. Jonathan Wilson is okay by me, though. Yeah, I was living the kind of life many men can only dream of. Attending a good school, for free. Playing college football. Living in a world-class city. Surrounded by smart men and beautiful women. Or smart women and handsome men. Whatever your flavor. Hey, most people only get half the package. Good looks or intelligence. Only a select few can have both. You know it’s the truth, so live with it. Political correctness causes. I opened the package as she pulled up her dress and sat on the toilet. She was on edge. I kept rubbing her shoulders reassuringly, but she was still really tense. I handed her the device, and she held it into the stream as she peed. She wouldn't look at me. I felt terrible. I had confused, even encouraged her with our excited voyages into fantasy, my drawings of her with black men, stories of interracial impregnation and teasing about having a black baby, and obviously she had gotten caught up.