Cream Filled Chocolate Bars (Part I)

I have a weakness for chocolate bars, the kind you don’t buy at the grocery store.  I can’t stay away from the thick, pulsing, engorged ones that ooze with creamy filling, and keep you craving more.  I developed my addiction to man meat chocolate during my relationship to David, a drop dead gorgeous man whose sexual appetite and passion for me kept us on a depraved path of excess for about five years.

David had 9 inches of big, beautiful black extra dark chocolate between his legs, and he could fuck for hours and hours on end, especially with me, his hot blonde insatiable bitch.  Part of our karmic link was that we were not only madly in love, but we were sexually addicted to each other.

There were weekends that we simply locked ourselves into the bedroom, and just basically fucked and, maybe, ate and slept.   Maybe.  Because the high I got off of his black cock, and his addiction to my white pussy were like crack, only more intense.  Every hole, over and over, and almost like magic, after the passion ended, it just come back again more powerfully, the need to just keep fucking each other.

David’s stamina was relentless, sometimes he would come nine times in a day, and just fuck and fuck for hours on end.  The kind of stuff that you think must be made up, but with David and I, it was the stuff our relationship.

And partying.  David and I partied heavy and hard, both together and with other folks.  Which brings me to the centerpiece of our relationship.  Because there was something David loved even more than having me ride, fuck, suck, and drain his black tool: he loved me eating and craving as many black cocks as possible in a single serving.

With him watching the love of his life do other guys, black men.  He loved having me service as many black cocks as I could possible stuff into myself at a given moment.

Getting cock wasn’t difficult, for several reasons.  David had a lot of money, and had made his way into the inner circles of the adult industry in California, attending the annual AVN awards, hooking up with industry film insiders, and partying with a lot of “no boundaries” folks.  (As an aside, he is pretty close friends with extremely popular and beautiful TS women, who still make films.  David had a major weakness for a beautiful TS, but that’s another blog entry.  Stay tuned!)

This access allowed David to frequently orchestrate parties with myself, him, and sometimes as many as five black studs dying to get into another man’s pussy: all of this was exactly what David lived for, and I loved that David craved me and my getting fucked so much.  My control over him and his pleasure was like a narcotic, and I couldn’t get enough of his addiction to me.

So frequently we would hole up (pun intended) with sometimes as many as five guys, plus David.  One of the hottest times that I remember though, was simply with three guys and David.  How these things usually worked would be that we would get a hotel suite, complete with bar and party supplies.  Lots of party supplies … rock star amounts of rock star party choices, so read between the lines.

This one time we stayed at the Beverly Wilshire and had a hoard of high end quality party good to knock our socks off for six months.  And David found three men from the adult industry — meaning, three insanely endowed black studs, who were built like Gods — to service me as he watched.

David rarely fucked me while other guys were there.  He played voyuer.   Every so often, if we had just one guy or maybe two, he would join in, but for David, the real tension and erotic thrill came after they left, even if that were six hours, seven hours, eight hours later.  Did I say stamina?  David also had amazing amounts of self-control — which was one of the things I found so exciting about him, as that he would wait, sometimes for a full day, until after these men left to really get down to business.  David was all about the intensity of the experience, not about the quick thrill.  If that meant waiting a day, so be it.  That was one of the reasons I would do anything for him: he knew what to do to make me weak for him.

So this one time, three big black guys from the adult industry come by, one was/is actually very famous, but for legal reasons, I can’t tell you which one.  Massive black dick.  Massive.  And his body was beyond amazing, as he spent about 3-4 hours a day at the gym.  It was his bread and butter, after all, to be buff, beautiful, and fuck like black bull stud.  These three guys come over and we started partying.  Hard.  Hard partying.  Unlimited supplies, and once the chemicals and testosterone set in, they yearned to have their way with me.

You could feel and smell the sex thick in the air.  The primal need to fuck another man’s woman, to do the hot beautiful bitch, knowing that you could do her over and over.  With the liquor and chemicals in our brains and bodies, all inhibitions were gone.  David sat and watched, silently, as these three men started kissing me, putting their thick lips on me, running their huge hands all over me, arousing me, undressing me.

After taking my clothes off, except for my seven inch black patent stilettos, they got undressed. I got weak seeing those massive black cocks, already engorged, heads swollen and purple, their bull ball sacks hanging down from the weight of gravity and the cum waiting to be drained . . .

(To be continued.  Or give Julia a call if you must hear more, now!)