I thought I was a big black cock phone sex whore. I am but Richard is more of a BBC whore than I am. Truth be told, he is a sissy bitch. Complete bottom feeder. He has been in the closet since he was a schoolboy. His first big black cock was when he was a teen boy. It was the boyfriend of a cousin or something like that. The man wore wife beater tees and grey sweatpants because his cock was too big for jeans. He was in his thirties and Richard was a teenager. A virgin too, unless you count the time he let the household Rover mount his ass. I told you he was pathetic. Richard has had girlfriends, but guess what? He has lost them all to black men with big black cocks. I think Richard goes after women like that because he could never admit that he was a black cock faggot. Now, he is all alone. Well not completely alone because he has phone sex whores who talk to him about big black dicks and shame him for having a tiny clit stick. I love my cybers with Richard. We share stories and experiences. We party together too. And we dress. We have a lot in common. Unlike Richard, however, I have no shame about fucking black men. I trade my white holes for coke. Richard is just getting used as a cum dumpster. He gets on Grinder or finds men like Ray who lives in his condo to fuck the shit out him. I think he likes being used by black men. I know he is not alone. It is getting more and more common for white boys to crave black cock sissy phone sex. I love getting and high and talking to Richard about how he should just take the plunge and become a woman. Black men do not care where they put their big cocks, but I know they prefer a pretty body. So, let me help you get ready to be a black cock faggot like Richard.
















Earlier today I was thinking about you, and I desperately needed to get off but you weren’t there to help me, so I did what any good little fuck toy would: I opened up my pants and stuck one hand down them. I slowly stuck one finger inside my tight, shaved little cunt, feeling myself get nice and wet. I can’t help it…thinking of you and the last time we fucked, how hot it was…it turns me on all over again. As I remembered how it felt when you slid inside me, me on top so you could look at my lovely white tits, I took two fingers and slowly circled my tiny clit. God it felt so good. I started moaning a little too loudly and I heard my neighbor pound on the wall, and it reminded me of how you pounded my cunt that night. Remember how I was riding you, I leaned back so you could get a good look at your cock inside my tight little cunt, and you used your thumb on my clit? Jesus fucking christ, that felt so amazing. That’s what I was remembering as I quickly made tiny circles around my clit, moaning your name and fucking my own hand. I came so hard all over that hand baby. Just remembering how you came inside me that night, filling up my cunt with the most delicious creampie! Oh god. I can’t help but wonder if I would have gotten off any harder had I called you first and had you on the phone while I was playing with myself, too. Then you could have joined, stroking your huge rock hard cock up and down with one hand, while I inserted two fingers inside myself, swirling them around, feeling how fucking wet you make me even when you’re not there. God damn I need to cum again. Maybe you could help me out this time baby? 



