I like guys that have long cocks. I'm not going to hide it, I'm a cock addict. I've loved cock ever since I first had one inside me. I've got something else to admit, I love black guys. I find that black guys have the kind of cock that I crave. These black guys that I have been dating are really well hung. There are no tiny cocks attached to black men. I'm sure there are, but I've never saw one. Not one, that says something about black men, if you know what I mean. I have had all kinds of guys from all walks of life. I keep going back to black men, I just love that black cock!

I've got to tell you something else, while I'm being open and honest. I'm a white woman, so if you don't like the fact that I date black men, you can stop reading this right now. No need to go any further, the last thing I want is someone who is going to put me down. People should be free no matter what their skin color is. A black man has every right to live in this world that a white man has. I asked a doctor once if black people's guts are the same as a white person's. He told me that black people are no different on the inside. That told me that it was more than okay to date black men. They are just like you and me. Well, I shouldn't say that. They are like white guys, but they have bigger cocks. Let's not forget the bigger cocks.

I've dated all kinds of black men. Let me tell you, what they say about black men aren't true. Sure, some of them are lazy. But, there are all kinds of lazy people in this world, not just blacks. The men I have dated all had jobs, good jobs at that. I sucked a guy's cock who was a basketball player. I can't tell you his name, because he would get mad at me for telling people about it. But, after a game, I gave him the best blow job he ever had. At least that is what he told me. I swallowed every drop of his cum and begged him for more! When I say I can't get enough black cock, I mean it!

My last boyfriend was a business man, a rich business man. He even owned his very own company. Now, you can't say that a successful man who owns his own business is lazy or stupid. All he done was work, but I didn't mind. He bought me all kinds of shit, even a new car. He was an older guy, much older than me. He told me that fucking a girl like me made him feel young. I don't know about that, but he was good in bed. It didn't hurt that he had a lot of money, but if he wouldn't have had such a big cock, I wouldn't have dated him. I'm a woman of principal, I'll tell you that much.

This guy I have been dating, he is a big shot at a bank. I don't know what his title is, but he wears a suit every day to work. That is what I call a big shot, that and he has a lot of money. A big wallet and a big cock is what you need to get me. Though, I really shouldn't talk like that. I would fuck him even if he didn't have such a good job, at least I think I would. I've never really thought about it. He is a nice guy, but he doesn't spend as much money on me as the other guy did. I had to break up with the other guy because he got back together with his wife.

We did mess around a little bit after he got back together with her, but we had to stop. He said that he wasn't going to mess up his marriage again. I don't know what he was talking about, the stupid bitch was just out for his money. After she was broke, that is when she called him up. I know how these women are, they will do anything for a buck. I know that I sound like one of those types of women, but I assure you that I'm not. I like guys who have good jobs, because they are the type of man who knows what they want out of life. They are the best in bed, because they get to the point. A rich guy has to know how to handle himself, unless he got the money from his family. Most guys who work hard, have good personalities.

I'm going to call my new boyfriend Alex. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you that. Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but you know how the internet is. There are all kinds of freaks out there. Also, you never know when these guys are married. Though, I'm pretty sure that Alex isn't married. If he is, he sure is doing a good job of hiding it. I think he might have been in a long term relationship with a woman, but I don't think they ever got married. Every now and then Alex will talk about his son, so he must have been in some kind of relationship.

Sometimes Alex comes over to my place after work to get a foot massage. I know that sounds strange, but his feet hurt him after a long day at work. I don't know what he is doing, but he claims his feet get sore. I think he spends most of his day behind a computer, but I might be wrong. I've heard women say that sitting at a desk all day makes your feet sore. But then again, I think I heard that from a few old women. Alex is older than me, but only by twelve years. I don't mind though, we have a lot in common.

I heard a pounding on the door and I knew it was him. I got off of the couch and I let him in. Alex looked more tired than usual, like he had a bad day at work.

"How did work go?" I asked.

"Pretty fucking shitty!" Alex said throwing his arms up in the air.

"Why so bad?" I asked concerned.

"There were two different guys who were being assholes. The one guy got rejected for his loan and thought he would take it out on me. The other guy had a check that we wouldn't cash. I kept telling him that we can only cash checks if the person has an account with us. He didn't understand this, so he thought he would yell at me. He yelled at me while there was a long line of people. I felt like a total asshole." Alex said while wiping his brow repeatedly.

I sat Alex on my couch so he could sit down. There, he told me more about his day. I guess one of his bosses gave him hell for stuff. I don't know why he puts up with all of this shit. I know he makes good money, but that isn't a reason to put up with this kind of shit. I kept looking at Alex to see if he was ready for a foot massage, usually I can tell when he wants one. But, he just acted like he wanted to talk.

"You really look bent out of shape," I said as I looked Alex over.

"You don't even know how the rest of my day went," Alex said while throwing arms up in the air.

"Do you want me to make you a drink?" I asked.

I don't keep a lot of booze in my house, but sometimes Alex likes me to make him a drink. I'm more of a wine person myself. Alex, he likes to drink mixed drinks. He usually likes rum and cola or scotch and water. I tried a scotch and water once and almost threw up, but he likes the stuff.

"I'll have a mixed drink with rum in it," Alex said.

I went into the kitchen and mixed him a drink. I didn't mix it very strong, because I knew that he had to drive home. If he was going to spend the night, I would have put more booze in it. I stirred it around a few times and took it out to him. He put it down on my coffee table and kept on talking.

"There was this woman, a real fucking bitch. She asked why there was such a big line. I thought that was the fucking dumbest question I have ever heard. Why was there such a big line? Because we were busy, we had other customers. There are other people than her that use our bank. I don't know how these people are able to live their day to day lives. They are fucking idiots!" Alex said looking at me.

I looked at Alex and I couldn't tell if he was going bald or not. There are some shiny bald spots on the front of his head, but he might just have a weird hair line. I've heard that stress will make a man go bald. If Alex is going bald, I'm sure it is because of stress. I hate bald guys, I hate it when their head shines in the light. It always makes me think of greasy food, I don't know why. If I was a guy loosing my hair, I would wear a hair piece or a wig. I don't think I could go around without any hair on the top of my head. Imagine how cold that would be in the winter time? My luck a bird would shit on my head, if I was bald.

"Let me take off your tie," I said as I took off his neck tie.

"You smell good," Alex said sniffing me as I took off his neck tie.

"I took a shower and made sure that I smelled good for you," I replied.

"Do you want your feet massaged?" I asked.

"No, not today." Alex said reaching for his rum and cola.

I knew something was up, because he has never once said that he didn't want a foot massage. I wanted to ask him what was the problem, but I knew what the problem was. Alex was having a bad day and wasn't in the mood for such things. At least, that is what I thought was his reason.

"Would you give me a blow job?" Alex asked as he drank his mixed drink.

If there is one thing that is certain in life, it's that he doesn't have to ask me to give him a blow job. I mean, like I wouldn't want to suck that long black cock of his? All he had to do was pull his pants down and show me that big cock of his. He didn't have to go and ask me.

"Of course I will," I said as I moved closer to him.

"Let me finish my drink, I need this booze," Alex said as he took a long sip of the drink.

I put way more cola in the drink than I did rum. I wanted to make sure that he didn't get drunk, the last thing I wanted was for him to get arrested for drunk driving. A friend of mine got arrested for that and it's not a good thing. They take away your license and send you to jail. I wouldn't want Alex to have to go through such a thing. I would imagine that if he got caught drinking and driving, he would loose his job. That is why I don't mix his drinks very strong if he isn't going to spend the night. If he was going to spend the night, I would make them as strong as he wanted. I have no problems with him getting drunk, though I know some women would. Not me, I could care less. He is a grown man, I just don't want to see him get in any trouble. Alex has drove drunk a few times and it scared the hell out of me. I wasn't in the car at the time, but I was afraid that he would do something bad.

Alex finished his drink and he looked over at me. The look he gave me was something else. Alex looked like an old tired man who was trying to be horny. I knew that he was tired, but I also knew that he wanted his cock sucked. This is why sometimes I wish that we lived together. I could suck his cock and he could take a nap or something. Sometimes he is so tired, that I'm afraid he will fall asleep while I'm sucking his cock. I've never had a man fall asleep while I was doing that, but if there was a man that would, it would be Alex. I don't know if he sleeps right at home, but when he is with me, he will stay up all hours of the night.

"Are you ready for a blow job?" I asked as I rubbed his leg.

Alex told me he was and pulled down his pants. Alex must have gotten new boxer shorts, because I never saw these before. They were white with black dots all over them. They looked like something you would expect to see on a cartoon. They looked funny, they made him look like a cow. As I got on my knees, I kept thinking that I was sucking the utter of a cow.

"Where did you get those boxer shorts?" I asked.

"I got them at the mall a few weeks ago." Alex replied.

Men like Alex should take a woman along with him when they buy clothes. Most of the clothes that Alex buys are okay, but every now and then he gets something that is really ugly. I don't know if I would call those boxer shorts ugly, but I wouldn't have bought them. I don't care much for boxers, I like the tight white underwear. I know some women make fun of guys that wear those, but not me. I like how they snuggly fit a guy's dick and ass. Seeing a nice ass in a pair of those really gets me going. Boxers on the other hand, they don't do much for me. They are too baggy and hide what I'm out to see. I'm a cock lover, don't you forget. So, I'm looking to see a nice bulge in the front of the underwear.