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I didn't care too much for the scenery and the buildup. I wanted to see hardcore fucking. As the video started playing, I marveled for a moment at how much the man on the video looked like my stepdad. He was younger, but there was definitely a resemblance.
    And the blonde woman. She looked a lot like me. I started to imagine that my stepfather was doing all the things the man in the video was doing – like getting his cock sucked. The actor's large, black cock looked too big for her tiny mouth, but she managed to get a lot of it into her mouth. Then he started moving her head up and down with his hand.
    His black skin against her bleached blonde hair was such a turn on. The whole scene reminded me of the past encounters I'd had with Harley. How I'd dreamed and imagined and then really seen his cock up close and personal. And then I'd gotten to taste it and feel it inside of me. I moaned as my hand continued rubbing my pussy, moving from my asshole up to my clit then back again.
    The black man on the video was fucking the white girl's tight pussy now. The sight of that black monstrosity plowing in and out of the poor woman's tight hole was really hot. I really wanted to watch the rest of the video, but I soon felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. I concentrated on my tiny clitty and pushed myself over the edge. Pleasure washed over me like warm water in a bath.
    As I bathed in the afterglow of the orgasm, I knew what I'd been thinking was wrong, but it felt so right that I didn't want to stop. In fact, I wanted to take my relationship with Harley. I was only eighteen years old, but I would be good to him – unlike my mother. Bitch. I fell asleep wishing that I didn't grow up to be like her. That would be the worst.
     
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    Later that night, I woke up to a large noise in the hallway. Harley was drunk again and stumbling around noisily as he tried to make his way to his bedroom. I waited a few minutes until the house got quiet again. Wearing nothing but my panties and a skimpy pink bra, I tip toed down the hallway to the master bedroom. I want my master's cock, I thought. Step by step, I got closer to my most forbidden desire.
    When I peeked into his room, I couldn't believe my eyes. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. What was most strange was that he was crying. I thought about running away, but I was a woman and I had to help console him. Hurrying so that he wouldn't see me and try to stop me, I walked in the room and got on the floor in front of him.
    I put my hands on his knees and looked up at him, hoping he would stop crying. I didn't like to see men cry. At first, I just rested my head in his lap. Not too long after that, I felt his anaconda stirring beneath his jeans. Not wanting to change my mind or for him to stop me, I undid his pants, the big bulge in his underwear easily recognizable.
    “Let's get you undressed and into bed,” I said, standing up and reaching for his hands.
    He mumbled something drunkenly, but he stood up. I took the opportunity to pull his pants and boxers down. With a little effort, I got him to step out of them without falling to the floor or squishing me. The whole time, his massive black dick was waving back and forth. I was so turned on, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Instead of going to lay down on the bed, he surprised me when he reached down and started stroking himself while mumbling.
    “Here, let me take care of that for you.”
    Without another word, I leaned forward and started sucking firmly on just his thick mushroom head. He reached down and put his hand on the back of my neck. I took more of him into my mouth as he pulled me closer. When I reached my limit, I pulled my head back, gasping for air. I began playing with his balls with one hand while continuing to kiss, suck and lick every inch of his dick.
    Then I grasped it in both my hands, barely able to reach all the way around it was so thick. As I sucked, I stroked him from