Austin Taylor

My partner is unaware that I am away on a business trip. If he knew I was actually preparing for an intense encounter with a well-endowed lover, he would be furious. He is a diligent Caucasian man with a libido that matches his peers'.

He only becomes aroused when I take charge, but his excitement dissipates quickly. Fueled by this dissatisfaction, I decided to attend a gathering of passionate African-American men for a feast featuring exclusively dark meat. During the event, Brother Hooks delivered a sermon that sparked the idea of an interracial orgy beyond my wildest dreams.

I eagerly pleasured every black member in attendance, indulging in their throbbing members without hesitation. Despite their history of facing discrimination, I welcomed every ebony shaft that sought to dominate me. Suspended on a stool, my Caucasian genitalia encountered a fierce onslaught of black manhood, causing me to quiver with desire as they penetrated deeply.

Although I requested they not climax inside me, the sensation of their release on my visage ignited a primal lust within me. The aftermath of this unforgettable experience has left me physically shaken, yet the memory of indulging in such plentiful African-American endowment continues to excite me.