Apparently, quite a few women have the fantasy of being overpowered because I got a few responses. Of course, many women have the fantasy, but few act...ally have the courage to make it a reality. Not so with Melany, or that was what she called herself. She wanted to have an experience where she is totally helpless, at the mercy of a man’s lust. She wanted to be an object. After a few emails back and forth, we decided to set up a session. She knocked at the door and I opened up, but took care. Large powerful engines, raw and untapped crude oil… manifolds askew… cylinders fabricated to thrust, their sole purpose inside an engine. All working together for the greater cause. Two beings lost amidst machinery and abrasive equipment, broken and in need of repair… Cindi was my mechanic… to repair my inoperable heart that demanded her skillful ability to survive. My neck dangled back, feeling her hunger surge as she devoured my breasts. My mouth fell open, gasping in outrageous delight as. Without saying anything, I hugged her and placed my lips on hers. At first, she resisted but then she joined in. We had a good 10 minutes of smooching and french kissing. We broke our kiss and the continued on for another 5 minutes after taking some breath.I then bolted the door so that no one would see us. I removed my t-shirt and shorts and was only in my underwear. She was dressed in a tank top and shorts and I removed them. This revealed her boobs that were held up by the bra cups and her. She wonders if it was true, that all black men had extra big cocks. She had never even thought about having sex with a black man. She puts it out of her mind and goes on with her day.The next morning, she is drinking her coffee and checking her email. She sees the ad for the "Black cocks are better' site. Then she remembers Brian seeing her. She thinks about opening it. She sits a minute with her cursor over the email. Finally, she clicks her mouse.She looks and sees it is a site that shows.