blackonlyblonde

I can be a strange girl sometimes. Too spirited. Too enthusiastic. I get one idea in my head, and I'll think of nothing else for the entire day. For example, I got it in my head one time to really shape up. Put in the hours, exercise and get toned. I did all right, I did just fine but there was a bit of a snag along the way.

I'd started working out for myself, and then a black guy noticed me. He was big, strong and in ridiculously good shape. Sure, at first I took him as an example. Inspiration. If he could muster the discipline to get abs, I could bring myself to get the kind of ass I wanted right? Thing is, I started doing that for him, more and more.

My body for some reason became an objective. Not for me to feel proud of, but for him to enjoy. I wanted to look good. For him. I wanted to be sexy. For him. I wanted to be the perfect white girl for him, curvy and plump where it mattered. The perfect target. The perfect vessel for his potent, creamy cum.

It got so bad I couldn't think of much else. My grades started slipping. I hardly did anything else but work out, fantasize and look forward to seeing him again. He'd give me tips, you see. Coach me a little. I still don't think he saw it coming, to be honest. Still don't think he knew what I was doing it all for, really.

Imagine his surprise, the day I ran up to him and showed him my body. Imagine his shock, when I practically pounced and started rubbing his big, black cock through his shorts. He could tell pretty soon what I really wanted, of course. Could tell pretty clearly that I needed his thick, girthy black dick.

I don't suppose there's any kind of guy, white or black that would turn down a cock-crazed, sex-obsessed little white girl with nothing on her mind than sucking your soul out through your dick. I don't think he had any doubts either, with the way I was hanging onto him. Almost begging him to coat my throat with spunk.

Last summer, I found myself in a beautiful place. Drink in hand, relaxing by the pool and far removed from thoughts of school and homework. My stepfather was hiking in the area, he trusted me not to get into trouble and I was having a good enough time by myself just sipping and tanning in the afternoon sun.

Somebody walked up to me and threw some shade, though. I could feel the chill tickle my legs, my thighs and then my inner thighs. I could feel a curious itch run through my body, too when I realized who it was. I can't remember his name, but he'd shown me around the island on the first day. He was black. He was huge.

I didn't hesitate to take his hand and let him help me up. I didn't wonder why, when he led me across the deck to a secluded spot near the cabins. I didn't think to ask what he wanted of me. My body just responded. My mind had nothing to do with it. Pure instinct took over and I went with him.

He was already kissing me, by the time he got around to explaining. I had already tasted his lips and felt his hands squeeze my soft, pale skin, by the time he told me he was into me. He wanted me in the worst way. Wanted to see me, touch me, kiss me and fuck me. He was aching for an innocent little white girl.