In short I thought she was a walking wet dream, an orgasm on legs, a fantasy to be masturbated over in my lonely bed when I could pretend that my fing...rs were her tongue and I'd wake up in the morning, still wrapped in her arms!"Andrea?"I snapped back to reality and grinned sheepishly at her,"Sorry Miss Howard, I was away somewhere else for a moment" Well wherever it was, I think I'd have liked to be with you" she laughed and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from telling her, that I'd been. I look at porn often and I was just as hot as any whore I’d seen online. I learned what to do and how to do it. Now I’m proud of my inner whore. I let her out often. With cum from my lip to my navel, I told him, “I want this cum in my cunt tonight. Watch your phone. I’ll give you directions.”He left. Off to enjoy sports and beer with the guys. My man was satisfied. I knew a good way for us to hook up later, but didn’t want to seem eager so I waited to send him directions. I focused. "Woah!" Gina said, blinking twice in surprise. "How did that get in there?"She thought that the newsagent had looked at her strangely.Well, the money was spent now, and she was hardly going to go back and return it. Before she threw it out (or hid it among her brother's stash - Gina's brother was hardly subtle about his porn collection) she might as well flip through it, have a look.To her surprise, there was a /lot/ of text. She had always assumed that these magazines were almost entirely. I could not believe how hard his cock felt. It was like a bone that was hammering away at my stretched cunt; so hard and hot. It felt like a warm fire deep inside me. I could feel his hot semen flowing into my bowels. His humping had not slowed and at that moment I felt an intense orgasm starting to build up…I had lost count of the numbers of orgasms I had experienced tonight in the hands of those bastard black men. I was different. Suddenly I felt like more of a whore than I had ever wanted to.