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One last post for 2007... Part #2 of Diary Of A Black Woman, the porn story serie courtesy of Sinful Tales I started a while back on Free Black Twat. Here we go:

" ...He closed his eyes briefly, moaned, and let a stack of papers slip from his fingers and flutter to the floor. He looked into my eyes, deep, like a man who knew he was about to die for what he wanted to do, but couldn’t help himself. Both hands closed gently around my right tit, and his fingers massaged. Gently. He ran his thumb over my hard nipple and gasped at the size. I faced him, and like a man in a dream he unbuttoned my jacket and slid it carefully off my shoulders. He did the same with my blouse, taking great care to lay them neatly on the desk. He started into my cleavage, licking his lips, savoring the moment and making it last. Finally he ran his fingertips over the brown mounds. Just his fingertips, like he was picking up some kind of hidden meaning in Braille. My nipples poke through my bra so hard they ached. He sighed, a gentle, dreamy sound, and lowered his lips to my breasts. He slid his lips over the skin, kissing so gently, his breath HOT on me.

I’ve always been the one for nasty, sweaty sex, but I’d never felt ANYTHING that made me as hot as just standing there with that white man drugged just at the sight of me. I unhooked my bra and let it fall. He took one look at my huge, chocolate drop nipples and went hard to his knees. He pinched and licked them both, then fastened his mouth on one and sucked. He suckled me like a baby, his eyes closed, his fingers digging into my tit, sucking harder and harder until he groaned hard and came in his pants. He slid his mouth to the other tit, and kept sucking. I looked down to see the wet sticky front of his pants bulge out again. He was so fucking hard for me.

I worked my skirt and panties off while he was sucking my left nipple, then slid my ass back onto the desk. I pulled my knees up and spread them wide, offering him my shaved pussy. He just stared, helpless, for a few seconds, then said "oh!" in a little voice…and dove forward. That shy little white boy was a pussy eatin’ fool. I have never had a man just taste my twat and shoot his load…but this one sure did! And it was like cumming made him crazier for my cunt. He licked, nibbled, tongued, and fingered every damn part of me. Each time he got close to my big hard clit, he’d flick it with his tongue…deliberately making me hot, making me wait. He slicked up a finger…so slowly it was agony…then plunged it suddenly into my cunt and finger fucked me as he ate me. One finger, then two fingers, then three fingers…keeping me at the edge of exploding, not letting me go over the edge. He had my cunt on a leash, and all I could do was lay there out of my mind and beg him to let me cum... "

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As erotic stories are pretty popular among the blog readers, I decided that my porn blog dedicated to beautiful black women should have a themed erotic story serie too... So here I go with "Diary Of A Black Woman", an erotic story courtesy of Sinful Tales. This is the story of a dominant black woman who enjoys her total domination of a awe-struck white man, at the office! I'll keep posting more of it so stick around... (hint: BOOKMARK Free Black Twat so you can come back easily to check for updates)

"Dear diary,
He'd been staring at me for a few weeks, I think, before I noticed him. At least, that's what all my friends tell me. I was pissed off at first, because I assumed the little Georgia cracker had some kind of problem with a black woman being promoted to his level. As it turned out, I couldn't have been more wrong...

He was really kind of a sad thing... all skin and bones, pale skin, freckles. Huge blue eyes. Kind of washed out blonde hair, that glowed a little red in the sunlight. Always looked like his Momma had dressed him in the dark. I did kind of like listening to his drawl, though. It reminded me of home. I'd taken elocution lessons to get the fuck rid of mine, but listening to his quiet voice comment on the weather or what-have-you took me back to front porches and lemonade. It was a comfort, and made me think kindly of him, even when he went into his "stupid question" phase. Every damn day, two, maybe three times a day, he'd show up in my office door asking me questions. Dumb damn questions, than any half-brained imbecile would know the answer to. I answered him quiet and kind at first, thinking the poor soul was a might slow.. and all of a sudden it broke over me in a hot flash. His eyes were all over me as he talked. He looked at my hair, my face, my tits, my belly, my legs, all around and back up again, his face pale, his breathing rough, kind of like a half-starved puppy. Son-of-a-bitch, I thought to myself. The front of his pants bulged out and he made kind of a helpless noise as a stain spread across the fabric. I walked around him, locked my door, then stood next to him, my tit pressed into his arm..."

...to be continued

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