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Black Journal Ch. 01

By: Dhc000333



Duncan Cyrus, age 20, Peter's Sister

At the end of my sophomore year, Peter's family came to help him move out for the summer. Nice people from what I can tell. His sister is about a year to two years younger, but she attends a college that is only about an hour away from home which is why she picked it. She isn't as cute as Peter's ex-girlfriend, but is bigger and has more curves. She has brown hair, deep brown eyes, some freckles, close to Peter's height which I understand because their parents are decently tall. I like her thighs and round face if I had to physical features. Her personality is a bit over the top which I figure it's because she has confidence. I can't say because I'm majoring in botany and zoology. I figure knock them both out.

Anyway, back to Peter's sister. Her name is Piper. Her and Peter are always going at it. When he gets really mad at her he starts disgracing her size. Doesn't really bother me, but I can't bring a girl to the dorm because he would go off the cuff like that. Now, actually seeing them in the same vicinity, it is hilarious. She practically beats him up, daring him to say something idiotic in front of me. I laugh inwardly, very hard. Once they were done with the packing their parents left, but Piper wanted to go out with us. It was my and Peter's last hurrah together. Apparently she had been told by her brother some of our women pickup escapades. This is why from here on out I'm living alone. 

So we three go to a bar, they drink, I don't. I drove myself and Peter already had his targets set on this blonde college girl who is already plastered. Must be "easy night" that night for Peter.

Piper and I sit at a table watching Peter get tail. Piper wanted to see me pick up a girl. She's a guest so I entertain. I pick out this small group of girls. Two of them are big. One Latina and the other white. I introduce myself to the group and they are surprised that I'm so confident in coming up to them. I ask for their names and perhaps an email or number so that we could chat more intimately. Yes, I asked them both. They say no, politely, and I accept and go back to my table.

Piper was disappointed to say the least but not more than few minutes later one of them came up to me, handed me a piece of paper, with numbers, and the names and description who it belongs to. And that was that.

Peter came to the table, a little ripped but I've seen ten times worst. The blonde is just as drunk and he said he was heading to the room. We waved him off. That gave Piper the green light to pull me outside to my car and proceeded to grope my crotch and kiss me. I just let it happen. Feels like she's been holding it in for the longest. She tells me to grab her butt and squeeze and I do just that. I lift her onto her toes for extra effect. Once we break I drive her to a motel. I know a guy and his wife. They are nice people. They allow me to use a room as long as I clean up my mess.

We get in and she strips me down. She likes to be dominating but so do I. I get her down on her back and pull off her pants and panties. She took off her shirt and bra. Once we are fully nude I turn her on her knees. I put her face into the mattress and plunge my missile into her.

She inhaled with a loud moan and I stab without a care. She bucked back into me but I'm too strong for her. I thrust with so much force she was gaining distance from my dick until every time she rocked forward her pussy came all the way off.

Once that was done I flipped her onto her side, I heft a leg into the air and wrapped my arms around it. She squirted within seconds as I hit her g-spot on par over and over. She dug into the comforter and then I reached to the back of her hair and pulled. Peter's ex taught mainly to always add an extra something to my sexing. She liked it too. She screamed explicit after explicit at me to fuck her more and faster.

I told her I was about to cum and she tells me to shoot it in her mouth. I pull out and she gets into position on her knees and sucks and strokes my member till I spill it into mouth. She gags but keeps pulling more into her mouth. I was all drained and she spit out my stuff into the sink.

I leaned back into the bed to give myself a rest. Piper came back after brushing her teeth and rinsing. I always have stuff like this around just in case. She lied on top of me and cuddled. I'm not too much of a cuddler. All I do is put an arm around her and look up at the ceiling. She thanks me for the fun time. I take her to her parents' motel because they will be leaving in the morning. Peter called her phone and asked where she was and was I with her. She just told him I dropped her off. If he only knew how.

Black Journal Ch. 02



Duncan Cyrus, age 20, Landlady 

My first apartment. I feel peace here. It's a two bedroom and one bath with a kitchen and dining area. How do I afford it? A job of course, my parents help out, and I get discounts by supplying my landlady the necessary fulfillment. 

When I first arrived to look at the apartment I admit it had me at first sight. The size, the quietness, but the price was definitely up there for a college student. The manager was definitely trying to make a sale. My parents told me if I wanted it they would help, but only putting a hundred each. My job at a local flower shop at the time allowed me a few hundred a week. The rest was knocked off by knocking off my landlady. 

After the first month I knew I would have to get a new job but no one was hiring. So I had to bite the bullet until the end of the semester at least. My landlord was a bit of a dickhead to say the least. Always trying to tell me I was overdue with my payments, messed up appliances, and other stuff. The man really doesn't understand who I was born to. I made before and after of daily and weekly pictures monthly with every payment. Letters, emails, texts, and voicemails copied and printed to state I have contacted him of any problems promptly. The first month I gave him all the paperwork and he looked at me with annoyance. That's right, you try to mess with my livelihood I'll be sure to make your life hell. 

His wife was impressed though. She told me this later when she came by to inspect my apartment. So there I was, dealing with another asshole with a significant other that is hot up for dick. Once a month I give her the business because her husband doesn't have the decency as a husband to please her. Then again I only really do it to keep my rent down. This entry is about how my landlord tried to screw me over and I come back with a vengeance. 

I returned to my apartment after class to head out to the gym. My place was disheveled. You know me, I'm an organized freak. Luckily, after seeing and hearing about my landlord's shitty ways I decided to fully protect myself. Within two months moving in I had surveillance cameras set up in my apartment. Long story shorten, I got my landlord on camera for an entire month of trashing my place. The dirtbag had the nerve to tell me I was messing up my apartment on purpose so I didn't have to pay rent and to pay extra for maintenance. I had everything documented and recorded from emails, voicemails, and texts. His wife gave me those. 

By the end of the month I showed him the recordings. His wife watched them too. She was appalled and stupefied. I could take them to court and have a suit won in my favor and every tenant in the building. That's when his wife practically told him to leave and to calm down, and she'll handle the situation. That which lead to her blowing me, and I had it recorded just in case she tried to do something against me. I will say it was a very good blowjob. The kind only a seasoned veteran can pull off. 

That day, she stroked and sucked with supreme balance. She enjoyed herself more than she wanted to but that's good Black dick for you. It's the greatest aphrodisiac on the planet. That's not even the greatest part; she gave me pointers to make my dick taste better. She literally gave me a recipe book and foods to eat, even a certain soap and lotion to use. I'm a clean stud from head to toes but damn. This is still not the one I mean to exploit. 

It was almost the end of the first semester of my junior year. By that time I already had a few chubbies come by my place to "chill". I had them recorded, it was consented as well. They wore masks on some occasions and those I had my landlady, Gretta, look at them. I made her horny like this on purpose. After the third time I had her watch one of my escapades she practically begged for my monster to be shoved down her throat. I grabbed the back of her hair and had her gag on my dick. Up and down I forced her throat onto me. 

She at first gave resistance because she wasn't use to such treatment. I had her on her knees as I looked down at her obesed frame. She was out of shape, but she doesn't really do much at age 55 for a woman like her. She mostly works the head office. Her curly mess she calls hair is disheveled because I grip tightly in it and pull and push forcefully her face to and from my rock. I finally stood up and told her to open her slut mouth. She did without question while looking up at me and her tongue hung out. I stabbed with maniacal coldness. 

Want to know what she sounded like? Rrraaaarrgh! Guh-guh-guh! And gasping for air a lot. I got an hour long workout in. I kept her in her clothes too. Had her upside down and I did push ups on her face as well. Her frock was covered in drool, spit, and mucus. I did it all for the safety and security of my home, and to stick it to her husband as well. I finally came and I sprayed it onto her clothes. Have to keep her somewhat ladylike. I told her to go wash up in the bathroom. I also had a cam in there in case people do stupid shit in there. After she was done I told her that she can get this pole once a month. She tried to argue but she knows I have way too much leverage on her. I also asked for her measurements and she was very shy about it. Over 300 pounds, size 30 in pants, somewhat of a hump on her butt, saggy breasts, about 5'6", and her bulgy stomach. 

I do admit I love making that obese figure reflex like I'm giving shock therapy. She left and she kissed me on my cheek. She did that every time I rammed my monster down her throat. I told her to tell her husband that if there are any more stunts that he pulled like last month his sister is next. I closed the door on her surprised face. She doesn't like to share.



Black Journal Ch. 03



Duncan Cyrus, age 20, Professor Carmichael 

Being an undergrad can be a very good learning experience depending on the student. To be honest, my goal at first coming to the University of USA, which they literally made in of the USA's center point, which is Lebanon, KS. It's actually a first of its kind really. It's only been up and running for a decade but it has grown exponentially since. It has a small sports program which is more centered around special interest types. This will take a while so I'll just add tidbits of information every now and again in my entries. So, keep this in mind, my university is a mixture of a traditional and trade school perspective. 

So, back to my life as an undergrad. I came here solely to learn, make the A's, and graduate with some type of honor. So I entered about three organizations that are based on academic excellence. One of them happened to be a math-focused organization. They do research and the like to see how math can be interpreted in any form of life. Achievements such as figuring out God and among other mysteries. The leader of our chapter was Ms. Carmichael, also my college calculus professor. Ms. Carmichael, or Regina, is a thick, wide-hipped African American, age 41. She always wore her hair either in braids or straight. She had deep chocolate skin and a very mature, pretty face. I loved watching her teach the class that only held about fifteen students at the time. 

One day after class she held me up in order to discuss business about an upcoming meeting. I told her I was coming but I wouldn't be able to stay long due to homework and tests. The meeting was over the same ole stuff about our own findings and research, and who is the best to send to conference. There was usually two other people arguing about who is the best. My research was the use of pi and the skeleton key for decoding. In laymen terms, your shit ain't safe anymore. I left early like I said but Professor Carmichael came running when I left the building. She said she wanted to meet me later on in order to discuss possibly sending me to a conference. I accepted, mostly to just hurry up and finish my work. I gave her my address without thinking, but she did email me that she was coming over. 

When she arrived I was in my pj's, shorts and a shirt. I don't wear drawls. She was in some type of business attire. I'm a bit taller than she was and she stared longer than necessary. I guided her to my dining table where I handle business. Yes, I had areas that only were for certain things. She talked and talked about the conference. I was still not done with my homework and studying so I was just agreeing. That and staring off into her cleavage. 

I asked her if she wanted anything to drink. She said no and I got me a juice. I hadn't eaten yet but I wasn't hungry. I got bold and asked her could she remove her jacket. Surprisingly she complied and then I asked for her shirt. She looked at me and asked why and I told her that she looks pretty. I took off my shirt to show her what I was working with. Her eyes got big and she immediately started taking off her shirt. She had quite the chest. I walked up to her and took her skirt off. She undid her bra and then I took off her panties. She left her glasses and heels on. I believe she had on some accessories. I finally got nude myself and asked what her favorite position was. She liked anal, religiously. Didn't surprise me, but that was my first time giving it anally. 

I told her to go the couch and spread her legs. She reclined on her back and I pulled her over an arm to get a better angle. Don't ask why I did, I just figured it would work. I spit into my hand and rubbed the saliva on it for lube. She watched me with anticipation. After this I kept a steady supply of the stuff. I like to be efficient, sufficient, and proficient. Anyway, I touched her hole with my tip and she giggled. Guessing it tickled. I was able to get my head in, she somewhat winced. So I stopped with that distance and moved back and forth. 

For a person who loves anal she definitely can't take much. I was getting a bit bored with the small repetitive motions that I started tweaking her nipples. Now it was getting fun. I pulled her breasts up by her nips and that made her even more wet. I was able to get a bit more in and she began to ask for more and grunt some. So, I tried another spot, the clitoris. She wiggled a lot, and her muscles began clamping on my penis. A little more again. Sounds like a game huh? 

I put three fingers into her pussy and rocked her world for a few minutes. She had squirted some which just added more lube. About half an inch more engorged into her. I'm about half way in now. Ok it might get weird here. I tickled her while I fucked her ass. I mostly did it to her feet. She opened up and swallowed my dick. It felt good going to hilt in my professor's asshole. I abandoned all the other playful crap and just grudgingly fucked her. She told me to choke her, another first for me. I complied quickly. She enjoyed it and that made my dick feel so good, and my cum built up quicker than I anticipated. 

I pulled out and there was a popping sound. I shot my load onto her stomach. She came from her ass because there was cream on my rod. I left to wash up and she joined me inside the tub. She cleaned me with soap and then she sucked me. I came once again and into her mouth. She spat it out and it ran down the drain. After I cleaned her up she brushed her teeth. She put her clothes on, and very professionally situated her garb. I was amazed at how well she composed herself. I walked her to the door. She told she looked forward to going to the conference together and spend a day or two alone with each other. I smiled and kissed her cheek. Yes, I fucked my way into a conference without me being aware of it.



Black Journal Ch. 04



Duncan Cyrus, age 20, Widow 

Over the Christmas Break I went home. I go home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Labor Day Weekend, but sometimes for Spring Break. I usually stay around the house and do homework mostly. It's quiet at my childhood home. My parents are usually out and about doing their thing ever since I left for college. Even during the work week they are always finding something to do outside the house. That Christmas Break I wasn't planning to do anything but catch up on sleep and workout in the garage. 

My mother, usually I say mama, but I use mother when I know she wants me to do something that is going to be unusual. That time she asked me could I visit Old Ms. Withers down the street. She is a kind and gentle woman. She even gave me a couple of presents during my birthdays. Her size has always been in the ssbbw (super-size) range. It just depended on the season that her body definition changed. Seriously I learned her through the time of year and her body changes. 

Spring - long hair style, contacts, dresses, stable weight 275 to 285; Summer - curly hair or pig tails, shades, skirts or shorts, stable weight 265 to 275; Fall - hair buns and braids, jeans or formal pants, stable weight 275; Winter - hair hidden by beanie but mostly naturally curly, jeans only, stable weight 275 to 285. As you can see, I pay attention a lot to your ass. 

My mother didn't give me any specifics, so everyday around 1 pm I would walk to her house. She'd invite me in the place smelling of cinnamon or sugar. Something always sweet. She was wearing fitting jeans, a sweater, some reading glasses, and some festive socks. She's half black and half white. Even though she's old, around 65, she walks like she is 30 and showed off like she's always trying to seduce me. That day was no different. 

Our usual greeting was a big hug and she would always peck me on the cheek. We would sit at the table and she would make me some hot chocolate. I hate coffee. We would then proceed to talk about life up until that day. She was never nervous or fidgety around me until that day. I asked if she was alright. She assured me it was nothing to be concerned about. I asked if she would like a massage or anything to calm her down. She accepted the massage. I walked behind her, placed my hands on her shoulders, and rubbed with medium strength. She let out a relieved sigh and settled more into the chair. I wasn't thinking anything dirty because in a sense I didn't think of Old Ms. Withers in that manner. Her daughter a couple of times, but that was because years ago she gave me a secret handjob on the side of her house one night. Old Ms. Withers laid her face on the table and smiled with content. I went lower on her back and she let out a sexual moan. How did I know? It was like a breathless gasp. 

I was on her sides when she lifted back up and my thumbs happened to touch under her breasts. I cupped them in instinct and she didn't resist. I groped and played with her chest hearing her sultry sighs. She stood up and had me kiss her with vigor. We walked into her living area and she started ripping her clothes off. Her form is heavily exquisite for a woman her age. Cellulite yes, but it's actually somewhat erotic. Like having her stripes saying she is a veteran. I had my clothes off too in seconds and I had her sit on my dick. She rocked on my johnson for a good while; creaming and gushing all over my lap. 

I grabbed her monstrous cheeks and made her bounce up and down. For her size she is suppose to crush me, but I workout to handle women twice her size. She screamed out words like, fuck me with your fat black cock, or, keep banging my old pussy. I have her get on the palms of her feet, I maneuvered my palms under her cheeks, and I stabbed upward. She hadn't felt this before. Old Ms. Withers took my dick without care. Slippery her regions were, so easy my rod assaulted her pussy. The swish and swash sounds were music to my ears. 

I told her I was about to cum and she got off me. She stroked my juices onto her face. I covered her front and she was surprised I had built all that up. Between you and me, I jacked off that same morning when I got up. She rubbed a bit on- and into her skin and then went to the bathroom. I sat on the couch satisfied, but not spent. Give me an hour or two and I'll be ready. Ms. Withers came back out freshly wiped. She seemed very cheery. She sat next to me and we cuddled; she more fondled my member for about an hour. For the rest of the break I would go over, we would talk, and then fuck in one position and adjusted our angles in said position. Old just didn't describe her anymore.



Black Journal Ch. 05



Duncan Cyrus, age 21, Twins 

My birthday is within a few days of Valentines Day. Ever since I came to college I decided to have a week's worth of my birthday. I planned everyday and executed it without fail. My birthday week when I turned 21 was an awesome time. I've learned in my younger years, don't tell people your birthday because they assume since they know yours, you know theirs, therefore, get each other presents. My parents gave me presents and so did my grandparents, and that was enough. Money and gift cards. 

My job knew because you have to put it on your resume. The people there actually bought me a small cookie cake. That same day my co-workers took me out to eat. I had a steak. I told Gretta and my landlord's sister (Wendy) to give up their throats on the same day at the same time. They had their refusals, but as usual I had to show how little they can resist me. They love my black monster too much. I had them strip to their bra and panties. Gretta wore black and Wendy wore a pink and red combo. Why, I do not know. 

The most fun out of that excursion was the constant bickering that the other was getting too much attention. It was all planned. All I did was add just one or two more strokes before switching to the other. They left a mess and I had them clean it up together. If there was a lack of any teamwork, which happened a few times, I would throat fuck them again and they would toss their cookies and other sweets onto the floor. They finally got it right and I had them clean my dick and then told them to clean each other up. That included brushing each other's teeth. 

Sorry that it seemed I got off topic. The real story begins the day after my birthday. On my birthday I just went to class and went to work. It was a good day all around. I had to make a delivery to an address from a patron. It was a nice bouquet of flowers. Pretty big for one person too. It was a rush delivery so I did my best keeping it in order on the drive there. I arrived at the address and it is a two-story house. 

I rang the doorbell and a thick, rotund, black haired, pale skin, emo chick answered the door. She wore a punk-torn t-shirt and gray panties. Her hair was a bowl cut with different colored ends. She wore these black glasses. I offered her the flowers and read the poem that came with it. She laughed and another female came to the door. She had the same dimensions but maybe some extra curviness. She was brunette, with a bowl cut but black ends; more rocker than emo. She also came to the door in a t-shirt and panties. They were shorter than me and adorable like kittens. 

They shared whispered communication as I stood there. I should've just left but they intrigued me. I never met twin plumpers before. They spoke in unison to me to come inside but I had to decline. Job you know. I did tell them it was my birthday and I would like to take them out the next day. I know, they suppose to take me out but I had a plan. 

They accepted, and the next day, after work, I picked them up and came back to my place. Georgia (black haired) wore a leather skirt and a blood-red corset with black eyeliner and black licorice gloss. Carolina (brunette) wore also a black leather skirt, but had a turquoise corset with matching eye liner and lip gloss. I took a quick shower and came out on display to show them what they'd have for dessert that night. They were more than a bit excited. They came up to me and kissed me on my lips and rubbed my little guy with fever. 

That night I took them out to a club where they played all kinds of music except for country. Pretty much the whole time eyes were on them. As they danced, males and females tried dancing with them. I enjoyed the spectacle. They refused the people and always pointed at me to state the reason. I smiled with pride. 

After the club we went back to my place and they tear at me. It was hard trying to get an upper hand to gain some type of control. While one would kiss me the other sucked my dick and played with my balls. Due to the constant movement and switching I couldn't grasp a handle of the two. After about ten minutes of the switching game I gave up and surrendered to them. 

Apparently that was the answer because they showed me to my own bed. They placed me in the middle and they lied down on either side of me. They totally changed their gameplay. It was totally sensual. I kissed Georgia first and our tongues danced harmonically. Carolina stroked me with her sister, but licked on my neck. My hands were on their ass cheeks. I made a move to put a finger in their anuses. They didn't refuse, but rocked on my fingers. I made them cum, wasn't explosive, but they hummed with appreciation. 

Carolina turned my head to kiss her that time and Georgia licked on my nipples. My penis stood straight up without help. They were too good with rubbing my dick. The double sensation of the twist and feltless jack of my shaft barely allowed me to hold on. Georgia told me not to cum, but Carolina told me to or face the consequences. It was hard trying to please them both. Precum released but I didn't officially shoot. Back and forth I kissed them and played with their clits or anuses. They moaned and demanded satisfaction and obedience. I couldn't hold it anymore and I released. Carolina playfully scolded me and Georgia congratulated me with a kiss but tortured me further by stroking my sensitive stalk and mushroom. I hissed in satisfaction. Once they were done they slept on top of me. They silently snored and the cum between us dried up. It was a nice birthday present from them to me.



Black Journal Ch. 05a



Duncan Cyrus, age 20, Landlord's Sister 

The bastard thought I was lying. I warned him; his wife warned him for me I know. I came back after my break, and before I left I had already paid him for the month of January, because I wouldn't have been back in time and my job allowed it because it closed for that time period. I came back to my place and it was in shambles. They were looking for the cameras. It was like a clean sweep of the place and then he tried to mask it by a burglary or a party. The place stunk, the heater was running, and water dripped from every faucet. 

I immediately went to complain and he had a smirk on his face. He thought he had me. He told me I either pay him the rent again and all maintenance fees or I was to be evicted within a week and sued. He handed me an invoice with all the charges. I was about to protest but then I remembered something. Surprised me that I even forgot. For the close to two weeks I was gone I was pretty sure they could have went through my apartment multiple times to make sure there was no evidence. I asked all my neighbors what had happened and the usual consensus was that they thought I had invited people over to either stay or party. One neighbor said it was odd that I brought over so many people at one time. 

I asked if they had recorded anything. One neighbor sent me a video because they had been invited inside. I saw the video; I didn't know either of those people. Then I saw her, the landlord's sister. I made a mental note to remember her face. I called up Gretta and I met her outside the complex, but not before making my place spotless again. I threw out a lot of stuff, lucky no mold had festered. Gretta gave me some story about how she didn't know. Whether she did or not didn't matter to me. When she saw I had footage of her sister in my home, trashing it as well, she became very apologetic. One, because she knew I was about to give it to her husband's sister like none other, and two, evidence that could put her out on the street. Wasn't enough, but it was a start. 

Plus, I had set up one extra cam before I left. They didn't think to look inside a makeshift compartment I put in my TV stand. I had set it up on a timer and it rotated, with audio. I found his sister and went by her place. She is about a decade younger than my landlord and lives off her brother. Basically a leech of society. At least she was decently in shape for a big woman. Some sagging flesh off her arms, legs, and the breasts, but no ass whatsoever. A butt that's flat and almost looks sunken in.

I followed her to a gym she would frequent to pick up guys. I knocked on her door on purpose while she was entertaining. I immediately showed her the evidence I had on her and she practically threw her guest out. I told her that there are many copies left. Basically had her on destruction of property, illegal entry, theft, and other charges; all because her dear brother is a sleaze bag. Apple doesn't fall from the tree. 

She pleaded and all that jazz. I told her my terms, which were: 1 - she will be on-call at all times when I want my dick sucked, 2 - she will comply to all manners of being throat-, face-, and mouthfucked without question, 3 - the first act will be recorded and sent to her brother with only her face prominently displayed, 4 - I agree to not plaster her face on the Internet and anywhere else as long as she abided my rules and regulations. I can be an asshole but I will be fair. 

She agreed within minutes. I had her go and wash her unproportioned, fat body; lotioned, brushed her teeth, clipped her nails, and did something with her hair. I rather be damned than to have dealt with what I saw before she washed up. I added a fifth rule - she will be primped and ready at all times. I gave her an ok about her appearance. I told her to drop to her knees. I said to open her mouth as wide as possible, then to spill out her tongue. Surprisingly, the only real cute thing is her tongue. It's pink, decently long, and wide. 

I shoved in my schlong with one on-target thrust. Her eyes bulged and she fell back. I pointed to my dick for her to come back and finish her job. She assumed the position again and I proceeded with three blows to her throat. She had her eyes closed for those. Tears came out and she coughed up whatever mucus she had in her gullet. She took too long so I grabbed her hair and pulled her back upright. She opened without any command, and I held her in place as I imported my penis into her throat box. Her muffled squeals and suppressed cries inspired me only. She succumbed to being my mouth slut after thirty minutes of feeding the black dick of her life. 

My climax was coming and I increased my speed unrealistically. I pulled out and sprayed her face and then I shoved the steel back in again before it started going soft. I gave her throat another five minutes worth of tonsil tickling and busted again on her face. She fell over on the floor. I told her to wash up and be quick about it, but clean my stick first. Once she was done I went home and stood in front of my landlord. I gave him the video and told him someone gave me this to give to him. The next day when he came to my apartment I had the surveillance video playing for him. He said nothing.



Black Journal Ch. 06



Duncan Cyrus, age 21, vs. Big Rhonda 

At the college, we had intramural sports. Basically sports for those who couldn't make it on the "official teams" or backyard type sports. Some of my associates on the Science and Research Academic Organization were part of this wrestling intramural team. Apparently they were doing co-ed and two team members, but a male and female had quit at the last minute. They asked me to join and I tried to refuse at first. They kept pestering me about it so I just gave in. They said they were going to be able to get another female. That was not done. 

The day of the match we had to wear workout clothes which for the men were shorts with no pockets and a wife beater. The females also wore shorts or leggings with a tank. I wore some elastic underwear, shorts, and a black wife beater. My opponent was this guy around my height and weight but a bit more muscular. Two out of three pins determined the winner. Before the match I was lucky to have some sparring with my new teammates. I got a hang of the idea quick enough and all they wanted me to do was to get at least one pin on him. Thing is that wasn't what interested me. 

The girls on the other team seemed more motivated to win than ours. Especially this fat chick. She looked half Hispanic, half Caucasian. She had to be at least five foot eleven inches, weighing two hundred plus. You could tell from her body she was more chub than muscle but it still looked well honed. I started feeling excited and the thought of seeing if I could take her formulated. The whistle blew and my opponent caught me off-guard and he was able to pin me quickly. It hurt too being slammed on the thin mat. The ref counted the pin and then we got back into our positions. 

Big Rhonda gave a disgusted, bored look and I get ready. The ref blew the whistle and my opponent was confident that he charged me again, but I saw it coming and he couldn't move me an inch. I hoisted him effortlessly into the air and slammed him on his back pinning him. My teammates cheered. Big Rhonda faked a yawn. 

My opponent stood back up surprised. We positioned ourselves for the winning pin. The whistle blew and he charged at my legs. I pushed him down by his shoulders and kept him there. He couldn't get up at all, but it wasn't considered an official pin. I kept him there while I stared at Big Rhonda smiling. She tried not to look at me, but my strength wasn't false. After a few minutes I spun to my opponent's back and lifted him in the air and plowed him into the mat to get the pin. 

My team was startled to say the least. I got back in line. Because we were short a female member they won by a couple points. Big Rhonda didn't have enough fun so she challenged me. By the rules only same gender can match each other. I accepted anyway. We walked to the center and I allowed her to grab me to test her strength. She raised me and slammed me on my back with her rubenesque form crushing me. It took my breath away, but I was able to get it back. Her breasts were strong, and I felt her hardened muscles under her big girl fat. I did cop a feel on her ass as she got up and she flared up with rage. 

Everyone saw my brazen act and gasped. It's not like I ever hide I'm a big woman man. We had gotten back into our positions but I took an upright stance like before, and Big Rhonda took an official crouching stance. She grabbed me by my waist but she couldn't lift me this time. She realized just how strong I was. I shoot myself downward by bending my knees and made her loosen her grasp. I grabbed her by her waist and lifted her bending backward. I heard the inexplicable oooooooohs and aaaaaaaahs from the crowd. Big Rhonda I'm guessing had never been in that position. She became scared. I twisted by body and just dropped her. Didn't even pin her, but the fight left her. 

I wasn't finished so I pounced on her and then I kissed her. I was so hard I needed to release. My dick rubbed against the material of her leggings by her camel-toe. She swooned at the gyrating. I palmed her chest and massaged with vigor. She moaned into my mouth. Deep and sensuous were her sounds. She didn't sound like the tough tomboy she made herself out to be. She found my dick and began stroking me. Wasn't all that, but I was too horny to care. 

She pushed her pants and panties down and then my stuff. She guided my extension into her box. I pumped with expertise. I hooked her legs with my arms to get in deeper. Her pussy was so gushy and wet; she screamed for me to never stop. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I then froggy-styled her and she became dick drunk. Her whimpers almost sounded like crying. I sped up my pace and her wild pants couldn't keep up to the point of choking on her own breathing. I finally came and shot all my seed on her stomach. She reveled in my cream. 

My wits came back as I looked at the other people. Good thing phones weren't allowed there. They all clapped, mostly absently, because of the spectacle that happened. I took off my shirt and wiped Big Rhonda off. She liked the gesture. I walked back in line with my teammates and she hers. Everyone just couldn't speak about the act that happened in front of them. The ref stood dumbfounded barely blowing his whistle.



Black Journal Ch. 07



Duncan Cyrus, age 21, Park Milf 

One Saturday afternoon, I decided to visit a park. It was recommended by some classmates of mine. A place where a lot of people go, but it is still a very serene area. I decided to give it a shot and I headed there. Luckily some spring warmth had kicked in by then. I brought a blanket, some lemonade, crackers, cheese, and lunch meat; with sketch book and a comic in tow. I had already done my workout for the day. While at the park I understood why it was so popular. Spacious didn't describe it. The people seemed rather at peace as well. 

I laid out my blanket and arranged the snacks. I picked up my sketch book and began drawing. On my off time I sketch for some money. Going price is about ten dollars. It varies upward depending on my patrons' or matrons' details. Really nothing hard to do. I call them FEMOS. 

I was just finishing the head part when a child came running across my blanket. Apparently the mother was screaming at the child, but I was into my own world. The child tripped on my blanket. I looked at the little girl. She looked to be mixed, with what I didn't know. The mother came up a little distraught seeing if the child was alright. 

She didn't take into account that she bent her humongous, beautiful derrière in my face. It had a roundness like a globe. Her thighs were big and she was bowlegged with strong calves. When the mom turned to regard me she didn't apologize for putting her ass directly in my line of vision but that her child had disturbed me. If I didn't know any better I'd think she set it up. Her front sort of mirrored her back. Her stomach protruded slightly, but it wasn't horrifying. Her breasts somewhat hung without the bra she wore. 

I accepted the apology with some stammering and she knew she got to me. She became interested in my sketching and sat beside me to watch. We talked over my hobby and we had a conversation about her childhood and her life as a single parent. Her ex-husband is paying alimony that basically sets her up for life, but she works as an elementary school teacher. We chatted until her child was ready to go. She asked me to meet her that following weekend in the park again. 

Again I went and had a blanket, set it down, and started my drawing. I started using the park as a place to do more drawing. She came alone that time. I'm guessing the ex-husband had her daughter for the weekend. She asked me to move my blanket to a more private area of the park. Can't disclose, because I don't want others hoarding in on my spot. Anyway, we arrived and she asked me to sketch her. I asked in what way and she took off her top layers. She wore a red bra and panties. She had on a gold necklace, some rings, a bracelet, and earrings; all gold. She definitely had this planned. 

She just didn't know what pose she wanted. I had her; hopefully my description will come out clear. I asked her to sit with her legs crossed, then told her to lean on her hands to the back of her and lock her arms straight, then uncross her legs, then have the bottoms of her heels on the ground, then told her to spread her legs, tilt her head downwards towards her left and smile. 

It took only ten minutes for the sketch. I'd put finishing touches on it later. I gave her a price and she accepted. I never had done it outside even more so in a park. I crawled into her and kissed her surprisingly passionately. She took my shirt off and rubbed on my flat, muscular midsection. She was soft in her middle. I somehow got my pants off and unleashed the snake that charmed her into creaming all over my beast. I pounded into her fleshy vortex with skin smacking sounds loudly resounding in the air. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck pushing my face into her chest. I sucked so hard I gave her hickies. She responded in kind by nipping on my strong neck. Thought she was going to break skin. After a good thirty minutes in missionary she hopped on top of me, reverse cowgirl. She bounced up and down on my python. She whooped and hollered. She laughed because she never had so much fun in riding. 

I laid back with my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show. My pelvis would lift up a bit if she slammed hard enough and came back up. I was fascinated how well her bubble wiggled and jiggled that I grabbed it. I surprised her because she gasped, but didn't break stride. I asked for more and she sat on her knees and then gyrated in my lap. Her muscles massaged me. 

The feeling was too much to bear and I told her I was about to cum. She stood up and tittyjobbed my dick until I busted on her bust. She thanked me for the fun time and gave me a card and told me to call her if wanted to do more art work. I'll let y'all know if other times are important enough to put in my journal.



Black Journal Ch. 08



Duncan Cyrus, age 21, Dad's Friend 

I have met many of my parents' friends in my life. Some have even babysat me. One in particular was, at the time, Mrs. Crenshaw, Darla is her first name. When I was little I liked hugging into her body. She was soft and cuddly. She read me stories, taught me cooking, and taught me the piano. I'm only good at the basics. Over the years, before I whisked off to college, I would randomly visit her or she'd come by the house. In my teen years she would linger on her hugs. Didn't mind me because she always smelled nice. 

She had one child who is a couple years older than I. A boy whom I never got along with; even to this day. By the time I graduated highschool she and her husband had divorced. The once nicely thick shaped lady had gained quite the few amount of pounds during that trying time I was told. She remained her nice nurturing self, but maybe a little more blusterous. Can't say I liked her husband all that much and neither did my pops. 

So, one day, on my spring break, I received a message on Facebook from Ms. Wallace, Darla's maiden name. She said she was on vacation for a couple of weeks and decided to travel. She had been visiting old friends and family. She found me on Facebook. I messaged back to catch up and see how her life was going. Her son apparently had gotten married and had a kid. She was in between boyfriends. She asked where I lived and I told her. She said she wanted to come visit me for a day or two. I agreed because I had nothing else to do. 

When she arrived; my place was definitely spotless. She came in and hugged me. She still smelled sweet. She got a look at my place and was amazed. We talked for an hour or two before we went out to eat at a restaurant. She wore a nice dress with leather boots and her spectacles. When I drove she would rub on my inner thigh. 

At the restaurant I sat next to her and she continued her massage. I made my own move and felt up her cat through her soft undies. I made her wet, dripping wet. We continued our playtime even through giving our orders. The waitress wanted to ask Darla if she was ok, but looking at me I think she sort of understood the situation. I only stopped when our food came and had to wash my hands. The food was excellent and so was my company. 

After the meal we went to a cafe and chatted some more. It was open mic night and she wanted to do a little poetry. I don't remember the name but the overall gist was about forbidden love. She received a good round of applause and she practically forced me to do it as well. I'm not that type of person, but she persuaded me by if I was able to make her feel excited she'd play with herself while I was onstage. I did my best by acting out my process of drawing a FEMO. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I was surprised I received any applause. 

After we left we headed back to my place. We took out showers and then hugged up in my bed. I didn't have a TV in my room so we would randomly talk about any and all subjects until she rolled onto me. She started on my neck first and I just settled into her being. She felt all over me like she never touched a male in her life. I felt like a display, an exotic animal in a circus. 

When she finally found her path to my down under she coveted it with satisfaction. She licked and licked. Must've been her favorite skill. She suckled on my testes causing a little pain, but none I was going to stop her for. I was able to dish out my own brand of punishment to Darla when she came back up to my lips. I rolled her on her back and started with her nipples. While I massaged and played with one breast I sucked and bit the other. She enjoyed it because she kept gasping for more. I went lower to her belly-button and licked inside. She came rather nicely. 

I opened her legs eagle and ate my fill of her mature pussy. She tried to hold on for dear life as I gave her orgasm after orgasm. When I was done I sat on my knees with my nine inch long, six inch wide monstrosity standing at attention. She wanted it badly and I teased her clit with my mushroom head. She started screaming at me to put it in, even called me an arrogant, selfish dick. I really couldn't refute that. 

I turned her on her stomach, placed my hands on her waist sides, and guided my rocket into her bunker. I slammed her aged old pussy; made her take back those disrespectful words she spat at me. The sounds of crazy sex ricocheted off the walls, and my neighbors came to check if everything was alright. I came to the door in my boxer-briefs. Darla yelled from the bedroom to hurry my ass up and to finish her off properly. I told them goodbye and continued my onslaught. 

I turned her on her back and I murdered that triangle. I didn't pulverize, naw, I jackhammered. I shook that bed and made it creak loud as can be. She finally gave up after her tenth orgasm. I still hadn't bust and told her to finish the job. Her skills were on par with Gretta and I came in her mouth. She kind of choked and spat it back on my junk. I helped her to the bathroom and we washed up. She had to leave in the morning so we changed the sheets and enjoyed the rest of her time sleeping.



Black Journal Ch. 09



Duncan Cyrus, age 21, Shera 

So, I have been a part of a comic/manga club since my freshman year in college to the present. My first comic convention was an eventful one. The club that I had joined, only, at the time, consisted of ten members, which included me. Granted I had never met them because it was an online group. We had arguments and debates that could last for months. It wasn't just your garden variety type of comic debates either. We would use facts and realistic scenarios to see who would be right. It came down to percentages in the end which character had the advantage over the other. If you look online they have all kinds of these debates. 

Anyway, one of our members let us in on a convention that was happening in Dodge City, KS. It was happening in a month and for a weekend. Luckily, my job allowed the days off for it. I told my parents about it and they were skeptical at first, but happy at the same time because I was getting out and having fun. Said the couple who was going on a damn cruise in two weeks. 

I put together my costume and booked a room for two days and two nights. The drive there was alright, only took about three hours. I got to the hotel, checked in, and waited in my room for the crew, if they were coming. After about two hours two showed up. The rest said they couldn't make it. 

The first part has already started and I wasn't going to put my costume on until the next day. The first day all I did was check out the comic collections and people. One con-goer caught my eye, a bodybuilder dressed as Red Sonya. For those of you who don't know Red Sonya, she is basically the female version of Conan the Barbarian. Google her. She had the red hair wig, the dress-up, and the sword. It wasn't slutty or anything but my dick sure thought so. 

The next day I was ready. With all my necessary purchases and two autographs I was free to roam around and enjoy the con as I would've liked. I made up a character called The Arachnid. My mask covered my face tied at the back with the strings going down my back, a black stretch shirt with its sleeves cut to just pas my elbows, black biker gloves, black jeans, and black work boots. Basically, the Black Spiderman in my image. At the con I received quite the few conversations about my character's origins. Which was fine, didn't want to seem like a plagiarizing idiot. I took pictures with a lot of people. 

Then she came along, or should I say, Shera. Shera is the female version of He-man. Again, Google her if you want more details. So she came as another Amazon heroine. She had on the crown, toga dress, boots, and her sword and belt. She decked herself out again and this time I was going to talk to her. Yes, I know, I usually go for the big women, but hey, she intrigued me too much. She was close to my height, and a lot more muscled, but that didn't intimidate me in the slightest. 

I was able to get her attention grabbing her hand. She turned to regard me as an enemy because I saw her fist clenched, but I had already had a plan. I told her to wait for just a minute as I finished a photo with a group of people. She kind of huffed, but it was cute. When I was done I gave her my full attention. We walked around, sometimes holding hands. She was actually from Topeka and she drove here with some friends. I met them, nice people. They too were bodybuilders, but she was the con-geek in costume. 

We spent hours looking at others in their getups, and she wanted to get autographs. Being all bunched up I was able to cop feels on her muscular bottom. She reached behind and grabbed my dick and massaged it. I tried reaching under her dress but she stopped me. Limits aren't a problem with me, in fact, I consider it a turn on. The convention lasted until 7 pm and then we left together. She told me where to drop her off so she could know her friends' plans for the night. I had to take off my mask and show her my face first. I hadn't shaved in a while but she liked my rugged look; almost had a full beard and mustache. She wanted to see more of me because she said she felt I was in great shape. 

At my hotel we got comfortable. We had eaten at a restaurant, just salad and soups to hold us over. I began my strip tease. I'm not much of a dancer, but I tried my best to make it sexy. You know the style - slow movements that flexed my muscles. She enjoyed it because she switched her legs a few times. Seeing her Amazonian muscles made me jump downstairs. She stood up herself and began her strip. She actually danced. It was surprising to see such grace. She wore a skimpy bikini top and thong. Her natural brownish-blonde hair went past her shoulders. She couldn't have been more than 25. She came with a tan; I had mixed feelings about that. 

I don't muscle worship, just not my thing, but I do like looking at the craftsmanship. She liked putting on a show and I'd just masturbate. When she was done she climbed on top of me and tried to out muscle me. She came to realize I'm not so easily taken down. I had her pinned with her hands behind her back on her stomach. I stuck two fingers into her vagina. She tried to fight off my assault, but she soon started to swoon. 

Once she was sedated I let go of her arms and gathered her onto her knees. She was compliant from then on and her hot box was quite inviting. She trained her nether region muscles as well and I had to concentrate with every stick in. She matched my every thrust with a clench. A sexual partner of that magnitude is great because they always trying to be a challenge. She grunted and growled more than scream, and I did like her leaking down her thighs. Not a splash or a geyser, just runoff that felt good in between our skin. 

She wanted to be on top of me. I lied down on my back and she froggy-ed on top of me. She wrapped her hands behind my neck keeping her balance and targeting. I choked her a little bit, wasn't hard, just a small squeeze. She laughed it off. After a good ten minutes I stood up on my feet with her in my arms. I pounded with expertise and she gasped in my ear for more. I was so glad I always workout. Flexibility saved the day that night. I felt my sperm bubbling to the surface so I sat her down on the bed and pulled out. She obliged by jerking my chicken until I was drained of my juices. We called out each other's superhero names, staying in character was hotter than reality at the time.



Black Journal Ch. 10



Duncan Cyrus, age 21, Dream 

It was time for me to leave my old apartment complex. A week before I was contractually obligated to leave my apartment I was moved out fully to a new apartment and it was closer to a new job I had acquired. The job paid twice as well and I had only a 50 dollar rent increase. My old place I had a week left to clean it up and to give it back to my dickhead of my old landlord. 

Again I had to go through the painstakingly ritual of keeping myself protected. I took pictures and video coverage of my cleaning. I didn't give my facefuck session to Gretta and Wendy until the last day of the official moveout. We went to Wendy's place. I made a day out of it. I watched them clean the place up from top to bottom. Wendy had started becoming less of an eyesore since my appearance into her life. Gretta got better at sharing and realizing how much she enjoyed a little pussy play on the side. I will say this; they did become my little kitties even though they were on the other side of age bracket. 

That night, after they finish their chores, I destroyed their throats with a rage. I went over every speed, thrust power, stick-in skill and ability, and position I could think of for my sending off party. Leaving them in a filthy mess was not even close. I made them piss themselves, cry, vomit, puke, and lactate. If they had scatted I would've ended it right there and then. When I was done I left them while they slept. I could've sworn I heard them purring in their sleep. 

At my new place animals are allowed. It doesn't smell or anything, but me and pets never got along. My neighbor, a buxom chested and assed redhead owns a fat, black-furred cat. She named her Bunches. The names people give pets. Anyway, my neighbor greeted me warmly enough with a pie. To be honest I thought that stuff only happened in movies. She baked a blueberry and cherry pie. It was alright, and she brought Bunches over. 

Bunches was always sitting in my lap and hugging up under me. My neighbor was surprised she took so well to me compared to other "visitors" or friends. I was surprised myself; especially with cats, because they would always hiss and slash at me. Me and my red headed neighbor got acquainted really well one night after I got home from work. I had cooked and she wanted to taste it. As a joke I told her she could if she would do whatever I told her. I thought she was just playing along and told her to get naked. She did, I fed her my food and then my black dick. Thing is I didn't know she brought Bunches into my apartment. The damned cat watched as I made her mistress's pussy cum over and over again from behind. When I was finished I saw Bunches and she looked at me with a peculiar stare. 

From then on she would claw at my door without her mistress wanting to get in. My neighbor scolded her, but Bunches seemed to ignore it and continue to get my attention. That's where this story begins. One of my class associates had sent me a link to look at some hentai. I checked it out, and it was the furry type. You know, animals having human type sex with an animal twist in it. I'd admit there were some hours of my life looking at the stuff. I would even look at it with Bunches. She seemed into it herself. 

One night I had this dream. In it I'm human, and apparently humans have dropped to a third of its population. I worked in an office and my boss was actually a Mrs. Bunches. She was a hard one. Always on my case, but I loved looking at her fluffy fat ass. Her fur was very clean and silky black like a starry night sky. Her dimensions were shown all over her body and she wore these 50's style glasses with a necklace. She wore business skirts that hugged her shape. 

Like most animals, they are naturally stronger than humans. Mrs. Bunches was no different. She practically forced me into her office in front of everybody to show her dominance. Come to find out it was all for show. I had been banging Mrs. Bunches for well over a year. If it wasn't in her office; it was at my place. That particular romp in-between her legs was definitely memorable. 

I was more than ready to stick my pussy gratifier into her kitty. We began kissing and I groped her chest. She purred into my mouth as I lifted and swirled her mounds around. She was surprisingly gentle with me. She rubbed my strong back and neck gingerly. I pulled back from the kiss and a stream of saliva still connected to our mouths. Her glasses steamed up and her eyes were blocked. It was funny and she was still very cute. If I had to give her a human's age she would've been in her early 30's. 

I placed her on her desk and she started with my shirt and then my belt and pants. She didn't want foreplay because apparently I had already given my mouth to her juice box early that morning before everyone else came in. I didn't take off her skirt and slid her soft panties to the side. I slid in easily and she kept herself upright by her hands on her desk. I rocked back and forth as she purred, moaned, and hissed for the black snake to poison her more. 

She finally shifted her hands to my shoulders and I grabbed her waist. My intrusions made her snatch even more inviting. Her muscle clenched around me begging for me to release. I knew what was coming next. I hooked my arms under her legs and she wrapped hers around my neck. With more vigor, speed, and power I slammed and crammed all I had with every thrust. When I was ready she bit into my shoulder with her sharp small teeth. I gritted through the pleasure and came. I felt my blood leak downward and Mrs. Bunches accepted my seed shivering through the sensation. I awoke after that with a huge wet spot and went to clean myself and then changed the sheets. Then Bunches was scratching at my door again. I groaned and let the fat kitty in. She strolled in as if she owned the place.



Black Journal Ch. 11



Duncan Cyrus, age 21, Mom's Bestie 

Maxine Griffin. My mother's best friend and one of the thickest, well-shaped, mature, African American women I have laid my eyes upon. She's the same height as my mom, which is about 5'4". She had two daughters, and they got their sizes from her as well. She would always bring her kids with her and I would pretend to be their boyfriend. As I got older I started looking at Maxine more and more. She was single at the time and she and my parents would go out together every so often. She'd stop by in a tight dress to the 9's showing off her curves. My dad didn't bat an eye and just welcomed her into the house like normal. 

She would come and hug me and I nearly jizzed in my pants just by the touch. I was only in 8th grade then. Her daughters must've been with the dad. He and my dad usually got along until the subject of marriage came up. 

So I was on my summer vacation. No summer classes for June so I had to wait for the July session. I was at the house as usual sitting in my area and doing some hobbies. I hadn't eaten yet and I was getting hungry. I went to take a shower when the house phone rang. I didn't want to answer it because it rings all the damn time. I answer it anyway and Maxine was on the other end. She knew my mom was at work so I didn't know why she called. 

She was happy to hear from me though because it had been a while. She talked about her daughters and how at times they talk about me. While she drudged on about the two females I had already shared a bed with I began stroking myself. Maxine has a nice, mature voice with a little country twang added to it. As she talked I had only responded with "mhm's, yes, or ahs" which started to sound more erotic than they had to be. It was a simple catching up conversation; nothing to write to playboy about. 

She had asked a question at the wrong moment, something about college, and I unleashed my load with a raspy yes. There was silence for a while, then a dial tone. I shrugged it off and then went to clean myself off. I was at the table working on a FEMO for a client of mine. Actually she wanted three and I had started with the second one. The doorbell rang and I got up to answer. I didn't think twice that I was only wearing some elastic underwear, and a t-shirt. I answered it and Maxine came storming in. She was looking around the house for something or someone. She confronted me about what I was doing while we were talking. Of course I denied it; none of her business. 

She pressed harder by getting closer than normal, but she didn't scare me or intimidated me. I just made a quick decision and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. I said she was jealous that her daughters had gotten to experienced what a Cyrus is all about, except for her. She did look at my dad like she wanted to jump his bones all the time. I know my pops well enough that he is a serial monogamist. To be honest I had sex with her oldest, and her youngest just gave me a blowjob. They told me they were left satisfied. 

Maxine doesn't have to compete with her daughters, but you know how people like to prove they are the best. Maxine grabbed my hand and shoved me onto the couch. She pulled down my underwear and grabbed my dick with cruelty. I had to tell her to calm herself because I don't like that rough stuff being done to my third leg. 

She did and carefully lowered her mouth onto my tip. She licked and sucked it like a pro. She jacked my shaft with a twist. She definitely knew what she was doing because she took her time. She stopped jacking and then went up and down on my tip with a little suction. She kept watching me for my facial expressions. 

I began moving my hips upward and she gladly opened her mouth to receive me. She let her tongue hang down and out while she gagged a little. The sound was exquisite and then I upped the tempo. She had to brace herself on my legs until she finally couldn't take anymore. 

She turned around and dropped her shorts and then her thong. She grabbed my rod and positioned it so her pussy could land right on its mark. She first started off with a good grind session. My junk was swimming in her juices. She replied with moans of acceptance. She bent forward and put her hands on my knees. She twerked my steel with her big buns clapping. 

Her oldest did something similar but she had her hands on her knees and she talked to me more for confirmation if I was enjoying it. Maxine just did her thing and adjusted if need be. I was just enjoying it as long as it could last because I figured that would've been the last time I was able to bang my mom's best friend. 

I stopped her and put her in doggy-style over the top of the couch. I shoved it in with a fury. I wanted her to beg me to do it harder; to show her no remorse. Maxine started to whimper in between her grunts. She was trying to remain in control but that is only reserved for me. I began spanking her with every thrust, hard ones too. She screamed with appreciation. I widely expanded her cheeks and pushed in full tilt without resistance. She loved it because she yelled all kinds of thank you's and appreciatives. 

I was finally ready to bust and she reached behind to splurge me onto her back. I fucked her hand in the process to keep that good sensation. When it was over we went to bathroom to clean up. We showered together and I gave her one more orgasm by rubbing her clit. Since we were in the tub I gagged her with my wrathful tool and she upchucked a little. I sprayed my seed on her face. Another cleaning and we were done. She thanked me for the fun and told me we couldn't do it anymore. I agreed without complaint; mostly because her daughters were scheduled in the next two days. I had the oldest the next day, and the youngest the day after. A good friend indeed I am.



Black Journal Ch. 12



Duncan Cyrus, age 22, Tutoring 

My senior year of college has been a very busy one. So busy that I didn't really pay much attention to women. I was getting everything together to make sure I was graduating in August and that all my rewards, certificates, and honors were on par with my graduation. My senior year was pretty much my easiest year because I only had the bare minimum for each semester. Since I wasn't graduating until August I took up some tutoring jobs in the summer to help out my resume. Tutoring isn't so bad. I mostly helped them organize, and how to study more efficiently and effectively. My tutees were your average college student. Lazy as hell at first, but tend to understand the gravity of college until they get on probation and that money gets taken away. Under my wing they began to understand the necessity of proper preparation. 

My star tutee was this westernized Indian descent sophomore. Very heavy bottomed, cute round face, decent breasts, and a medium waist. I didn't understand why she needed my help. She appeared to have everything well in hand. Her grades were fine. Until I saw her note taking skills. Nice handwriting, but her organization lacked so much it was hard to connect the subjects with details. 

Teaching people was a new experience for me and I can see why other professors had relations with their students. Daya would wear these shorts that would go down to half her thigh but sitting down they would always rise up. She'd stand up and have to readjust with that cute shifting dance females do. She would always apologize for the show but it was good all the same. Definitely the best when she had her back turned to me. She would doll herself up a bit for only about an hour and a half to two hours. Always the big earrings, a little eye shadow, some lip gloss, bracelets; sometimes a necklace which gave attention to her cleavage when she wore her t-shirts. Her hair was in a typical ponytail and jet black. 

Our last day of tutoring and it was a collective day. I went over all the techniques and skills that I taught or revamped for my tutees. We hashed out better ideas for future reference. Daya stayed behind as the other two quickly packed up their stuff and left. I was a good tutor, but it was still summer. She definitely waited for the others to leave because as soon as they left she jumped me and I landed backward on the professor's desk. She kissed me and ripped open my shirt. I was still caught off guard so it took me a minute to catch up. I then gripped her buttocks and lifted her in the air. I sat her on the desk, my shirt already off. I groped her chest, mostly to get a reprieve if I could. I was able to push her back to breathe normally again. 

I looked into her eyes and she reflected ravenous. I gave her a calm expression to get her to relax. I slowly pulled her back to me and our lips danced more in-sync. It was definitely more fun and engaging than her trying to eat my lips off. I was flattered and all, but I just wasn't in the mood. Normally I just head straight to my place and wind down a bit. The kissing was doing its job - getting her wet like a waterfall. I rubbed her through her pants making me push harder because of the thick jean material. Her legs were quivering and she moaned in my mouth. 

Not enough air was getting to her lungs because she broke the kiss and kissed on my chest. She panted for me to give her the release she craved. I undid her pants and then I carefully slid my hand in. I teased her first by rubbing her clit through her panties. They felt good in my hand. I grabbed her hair and pulled her neck backward exposing her neck. I only used my tongue and slathered her up and down. She scratched my shoulders and back, felt those in the morning. I finally made a two-finger delivery into her hot box and she nearly fell over backwards but her hands caught my neck. I hooked my fingers inside and she had let out a deafening shriek that I had no idea she was capable of. I let my knuckles rub the roof of her pussy as she held on to dear sanity. 

I laid her on the desk on her back. I continued pleasuring her juice box and sucked on her nipples. She tried screaming but I put my middle and ring finger of my right hand into her mouth. She sucked and licked my fingers hoping to relieve or distract her from her impending orgasm. Too much stimulation coming from too many places at once. Her dam finally broke and out rushed her waters. I played with her button until she had to stop me. She was deliriously satisfied and she told me to leave her there. I didn't of course. I can be jackass, but being a gentleman comes first.



Black Journal Ch. 13



Duncan Cyrus, age 22, Pizza Delivery 

Ever since I graduated I made it a personal mission of sorts to reinvent Friday evenings. When I was a child my parents would buy me a pizza or a hamburger meal, or nachos. Kinda like a reward for making it through the week. Also, I get to rent games and such. So I brought that back. 

That night I decided to order a bacon and mushroom pizza. At first I was thinking Chinese. Get my usual General Tso's pork and shrimp. I had rented a couple of easy games to beat over the weekend. The type that are good for a quick stimulation fix. I had cleaned up my place and taken my shower before it got there. 

I was waiting by playing video games and texting back my date for the next night when the door rang. I had yelled out to have him or her wait a second so I could get my money. I opened the door and she was an interesting sight. The obvious feature was that she was plump and shapely. It was still decently warm for the ending summer season. She wore the company polo shirt and it looked rather stained. She must've been cooking or handling the food. Just a couple of splotches here and there. It was tucked into her not-so-conservative shorts. They were black and if she bent low enough they would show cheeks. She even wore the company baseball cap. 

She told me a couple of times the amount before I automatically brought myself back from my staring stupor. Then I remembered I had came to the door with my shirt off. I wasn't trying to seduce anyone. I was still sweating from the shower and I kept my shirt off to cool off faster. I gave her the money and told her to keep the change. 

I was closing the door when she called out to use my bathroom. The brunette really asked me this. I asked had she done that before and she replied with a yes. I told her sure and guided her to the bathroom. I showed her where the cleaning utensils were. She was surprised that my bathroom was so female accommodating. It may get a little more expensive, but worth it when cleanliness is necessary. 

I sat at my table and began to eat. She took about twenty minutes before she came out. I had only eaten two slices. I eat slowly when I am at home. I was also looking at stuff online for my date the next day. She walked over to me and thanked me for my facilities. I told her no prob and walked her to the door. 

She turned back around and asked if I wanted anything else. I told her it required her to go take a shower. She didn't get it at first, but realized I am one of those types who require a clean body before he takes what he wants. She called her job to let them know she did her last delivery and had her co-worker clock out for her. I wouldn't trust someone with that task, but I suppose sex will cloud such judgment. 

She went back into bathroom and washed up. I put my pizza in the refrigerator. I had gotten back to texting my date and then she began sexting me. I'm pretty good at that game. The pizza girl came from the bathroom in her towel only. Her hair was still wet but that just meant I could pull even harder. 

I told her to give me mouth service. She obliged without complaint. She had nice technique. She worshipped Black dick genuinely. She two-handed my rod and sucked for dear life. Her body was a decent, pinkish hue. Still was a little wet but fine because it made her glisten. She was ready because she had started to drip from her naughty triangle on my floor. 

I put her in doggy style and grabbed her hair. I rode that ass with full intentions of making it sore in the morning. My date was still sexting me; so I used my right hand to text her what I was doing. She thought I was joking until I sent a pic of my dick going into the pizza girl's anus. She requested it. It didn't stop my intentions either. 

The pizza girl wanted a better angle so she got onto all fours and raised that butt in the air. Perfect for me because that means I could froggy her easily. I still grabbed her hair and raised her face up. She yelled with a satisfied laughter as I pounded her ass with more intensity. 

I had to answer a text my date sent. She sent me a pic of herself masturbating. I told her to send a vid of her doing herself from behind. She complied by FaceTiming me. My phone was silent so my ass-slave couldn't hear. I was looking at them both getting more of my fair share of rocks off. 

I was ready to cum and told her to suck my dick. She sucked only on the tip with some smacking and I squirted in her mouth. She washed my stick using her whole mouth after that. I told her to go wash up. I sat back onto the couch to watch my date finish herself off. It was nice watching her quiver in that state. My pizza delivery girl came back out and began again to service my member. It was a long night of special delivery.



Black Journal Ch. 14



Duncan Cyrus, age 22, The Law 

I enjoy driving as much as the next person. Especially when I have my music on, a drink, and a bag of chips with some beef jerky. I just cruise and eat. This one Sunday afternoon I had gotten bored being inside my apartment and decided to go for a ride. I had a day off so I put on some jeans, a black shirt, and some brown sandals. I got my keys, wallet, and phone and headed out. I had no real destination so I drove around the city. Now, I was eating and driving, that has it's own particular stimulation. Power and freedom. The music gives you a sense of superiority and energy. 

I ate my stuff and drove and drove. That is until I saw a cop car pull up behind me. I cursed out loud because I didn't know what I did. I drove a little ways to find a safe spot to stop and used a parking lot. I didn't turn off my car; I just put it in park. I didn't have anything illegal in my car so I didn't do all that crap that I'm suppose to do because I'm Black. 

Anyway, she stepped out the car. I wondered sometimes how people could be cops and so out of shape. I mean, you may end up chasing people on foot. Then again, why chase if you have bullets. She didn't look like a hard-ass, but looks can be deceiving. She came up to my window and I already had it rolled down. She greeted with a question of did I know how fast I was going. I told her truthfully I didn't and she, of course, didn't believe me. I just stared at her after that waiting for my ticket. 

Then she got rough like one of those "what you staring at boy comments". I just said nothing. She told me to exit my vehicle. "Here comes the beat down in broad daylight", I thought. I stood up straight and waited for the next order. She looked up at me while circling me. I can't stand cops. She then waved to her car and another cop came out. I was getting nervous because usually more than one means search and seizure. 

The other was a guy. He looked in my car trying to find a reason. He asked me the same questions and I answered the same way. I was still looking at the female cop. I was trying to appeal to her good side but she looked like she wasn't haven't it. They let me go, with a ticket of course. It didn't mess up my drive though. I did some day dreaming about the short, plump officer. I did like how she looked in her uniform. I'm pretty much a sucker for a big girl in uniform. Uniforms, to me, hide what's really under there, a conservative, freaky barrier so-to-speak. 

I arrived at my new apartment. I had decided to spend one more year at my current state and told my parents I'll be back home. I had set up a transfer because I was tired of the winters up there. Back at home I was chilling and decided to put on a porno. The title was "Paying For Two Big Uns." Basically mff (male-female-female) scenes. I was well into the movie, that and sketching, when someone started knocking on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone. I paused the movie because I wasn't really up for company. 

I opened the door and the plump cop was on the other side. I said no thank you and tried to close the door but she blocked it. She was still on duty, or I thought so, because she was still in uniform. I awakened a little in my pants. She came up with some bullshit lie about a complaint. My neighbors and I didn't have problems with each other. I let her in just to get it over with. I went back to my sketch and played the video. She was amazed that I did that. I'm not ashamed of watching porn in front of people. I gets mine when I feel the need. She tried to start some kind of conversation, but I really wasn't looking to talk. 

I told her if she wants me to fuck the police I have a bedroom we could use to get underway. She pulled out her gun. I will admit I was scared and shaking, but I held my ground. She undid her belt and took off her hat. I didn't think cops wore those anymore. She had nice ebony skin and her body filled out the uniform well. I held out my hand to lead to the room and she dismissed the gesture. She thought it was going to be a quickie. She also demanded I eat her pussy. Only if she took a shower. She obeyed. 

After I checked for cleanliness and freshness I dined on pig. Her vagina was pretty puffy; soft and warm. I used my usual tongue tricks: the shovel (scooping my tongue in and out) and the twister (whirling my tongue over her labia and clit at different speeds). She tried to run but I locked her in place by hooking her joints with my arms. She tried with all her might to push my head away but I had the advantage in submission. I stood on my feet and raised her on her hands in a handstand. My vantage point allowed me a more advantageous target. I let her go after about five minutes and she gushed. Harder to keep in control when you're inverted. 

Without wasting time I flipped her on her right side and stuck my steel pole in. She went bug-eye. I immediately went into speed demon mode and wrecked her catacomb. Her head bobbed up and down like a bobble head. She choked on her gasps for air. When she found her orgasm I plunged in and stayed. She whooed, she hissed, and she hollered for mercy. I took myself out and she peed a little. Had to change my sheets.

She was already spent but I wasn't done by far. I grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I had to carry her on my shoulder and walked to the den area couch. I had placed her in my lap facing me. She huffed and puffed she couldn't continue. Shouldn't have given me that damn ticket. 

I divided her cheeks and raised the Tower of Stiffness into her crevice. No leeway, no warnings; just down and out wrecking ball. All my thrusts border lined on brutality. She held onto my shoulders trying to weather the storm but I wasn't having it. She released again, but I continued. 

After she was done I still remained on task. She flopped onto me. She passed out. I shook her and checked her pulse. She was ok. I didn't cum but my dick was covered with her substance beyond recognition. I placed her on the couch and went to the shower. I came back and she was still asleep. She was leaking, even a little from her nipples. That was a first. I turned the porno back on and went back to my sketching. I was still sporting a wrathful hard-on. But when she awoke I made sure the first thing she saw was my penis ready to be serviced. My house, my laws.



Black Journal Ch. 15



Duncan Cyrus, age 23, Back Home 

So, I moved back home to my parents' house. That was short lived because I needed my own place. I had saved up for such an occasion. Within a month I was in a new apartment and my pops had set up a job interview for me with an associate at a fauna and flora laboratory just outside the city limits. Basically what I do there is take care of the clients/patients. You know: watering, feeding, and waste control/management. It's practically the lowest rung, but even I get paid a decent amount. My co-workers were friendly people. They basically try to create new species, or rescue nearly extinct types. I learned a lot even though I was moving from one area to another by the minute. 

My new apartment (third one) was about the same size when I left Kansas. The bathroom is bigger, but it took away from the size of my bedroom. No worries there because I'm mostly inside the den area doing my hobbies. My new neighbors at the time were not friendly. They were either nosey or obnoxious. They were loud for no reason at that. And my downstairs neighbors were always complaining that I was loud. To be honest, it wasn't me, but my neighbors to the right. They were always arguing and slamming. I even had to go over to ask them to keep it down. Come to find out the woman didn't even live there. They were both on the fat side of the tracks. The woman was Latina. Didn't know from what particular country or culture though. She came to my chest, big ole round butt, thunderous thighs, big breasts, and a mature, chubby face. 

Now, the night that I was able to see her (official neighbor to my right) in her birthday suit was when she and her boyfriend had gotten into a fight. It was late, so I went over to get them to quiet them down. Just as I saw her leave the apartment she ran up to me and kissed me in front of her boyfriend. He started yelling expletives at me. I just stood there flabbergasted myself. I turned to leave and immerse myself back in my sane world when I was forcefully turned back around by my neighbor and he swung at me. I ducked fast enough and stepped back. He was yelling something at me in Spanish and his girlfriend tried to stop him. I just went back into apartment. She came a-knockin at my door at about 2 in the morning. I was tired but that is why it's called a blowjob to put you to sleep.

There was no love lost after that between my neighbor and me. He would try to have these annoying parties and bang on my door. Eventually he was kicked out and it wasn't even me who reported him. His girlfriend, well ex, had come by in-between times he wasn't home to give me lip, tongue, and throat services. One day he came up to me and tried getting into another fight with me. Brought his comrades and everything. It's hard fighting one guy and keeping an eye on the others. Short story - I lost, horribly. I was still alive so that was good. Revenge was on my mind through my recovery. I received all the necessary information about the females of his family (ex and other compatriots I knew in the city), that were noteworthy to fuck and to carry out my plan. By week's end I had set up fuck dates with his sister, a cousin, a tia, and an abuela. By months end they will all feel the wrath and fury of me. I even had it all planned out, the sex stuff I mean. 

For his bubble, bbw booty abuela, it'll be her first black man experience so I'm going to deep stroke every last orgasm from her. I will eat her out and leave her satisfied for a second and third coming, literally and figuratively. She will be allowed control because she is my elder and deserves that respect. 

His tia will be sent a nice little card with an invitation to a party. She's into anonymous hooking up. His ex told me that. His tia is a fat and stacked woman with a cute, cultivated face and nice brown skin. Her favorite place to go to was this club downtown that is membership only. I was able to get information on her favorite type of fun. She likes fucking muscle bound idiots as they wear a mask. She likes being man-handled. I was able to reserve a private room. Nothing but doggystyle vaginally and anally for her. Going to ride that ass three times hard just for him. 

Lastly, there's his sister and a cousin. To be honest I thought they were sisters. They are very close. They share everything, even men. They don't go out with a guy unless the other approves. Approval is looks, sanity, and sexual stature (dick size and shape). 

His hermana is bodaciously plump, which means she is a curvy and rounded ssbbw. His prima is maybe a size or two smaller but only in bust. The cousin's height probably a half an inch shorter. They both have that pale skin complexion. They don't be in the sun much unless it's for man-hunting. I met them separately and formulated a plan with each to set the other up for a kidnapping. Of course it isn't real, but the victim doesn't know that. All I know is they get to watch the other helplessly feast on my sausage and get turned on without getting none. Yes, my bondage sadistic side will be shown that night. 

Once all of my date nights were set up and the plan ran through a myriad of scenarios, I sent ex dick monster of a neighbor a letter in the mail stating that his loved ones will be taken care of and they will enjoy. That is the g-rated version I just stated. I basically used the addresses of his friends so he couldn't trace it back to me. I'm a very bad bad bad bad bad bad bad Black man of the highest order.



Black Journal Ch. 16



Duncan Cyrus, age 23, Nanny 

Get this people, when I was still a baby my parents hired a nanny to take care of me. I didn't even remember her until my parents told me about her a week before I am writing this entry. Apparently my mama had become a workaholic and only took off for maternity leave for only three weeks after I came home. So they hired a half-stay nanny to take care of me. It was only for three years until I entered pre-school. 

I have a good memory, I know this, but why in the hell did I not at least remember the last year or month with my estranged nanny. My mama showed me some pictures of her. She was, at the time no more than 25, maybe 26. My mama told me she is half-Wichita and half-Mexican. She had medium complexion, long black hair, wore colorful arrangements, and body body body for weeks. Which pisses me off even more that I didn't remember her. 

Apparently I was always sleeping on her and laughing and giggling. She would talk to me in three different languages mixing them up depending on her mood. I wasn't the only child she nannied either. Apparently she was famous in our neighborhood. I didn't throw fits when she left from what my parents told me. Then again, I always worried why I had memorabilia in my room. I just thought my parents bought the stuff for decoration or some way for me to be into other cultures. 

I looked her up one night after work. She had moved around a lot due to children she nannied. I finally got a hold of her and had to divulge quite a bit of information for her to remember me. Makes sense because it has been twenty plus years since she saw me. She was currently living in Oklahoma with a family still as a live-in nanny. She said her time would be up by the end of the week and she would like to see how I grew up. I waited with mixed feelings. I mean, for three years that woman cared for me. Should I have just hugged her, gave a handshake, I didn't know. 

When we met again we decided to meet up at a restaurant. It is famous for its pork chops and steaks. We chatted innocently enough, but I definitely didn't remember her being very touchy. Not in a bad way, she just liked being close. I told her about my college experience and the jobs I had. She congratulated me with a hug and some rubs on my arms. 

To be honest I was too occupied with the first image I saw of her when she arrived. She wore a floor length dress with a cardigan, her hair in a ponytail, she had contacts in and I'd wished she had glasses on. Her skin is a very medium complexion of brown and red. She sat next to me in an upright manner, I thought she was nervous or something. 

Our chatting was more about how I had been a very good baby. Surprised me, because I thought I was a brat. Didn't cry a lot, curious about stuff, and loved it when she sang. When she talked I enjoyed how her cheeks puffed out and sunk in as her facial expressions changed. After our meal I was going to go back home because I had a tiring day but she insisted I stay out longer. I reluctantly accepted because I didn't want to appear as a fuddy duddy. 

She followed me to my place and then I hopped into her suv and we drove to her place. The way there she caressed the inside of my thighs. To be honest I was a bit shocked. This was my nanny, the woman who changed my pampers and things. Still, that apparently didn't stop my manhood from reacting in a stiff way.

Arriving at her home I was surprised it was a two-story. Inside, it was earthy: browns, beiges, greens, and some yellows. She offered me tea but I declined. I don't like tea. She commented that even when I was small I couldn't stand it. She guided me to her couch and we started watching a movie. I remembered it somewhat, or déjà vu I believe is better to say. The movie was about this stocky Native American girl and how she grew up in the inner city. She dated outside her race a myriad of times. She was cute and plain, but intelligent and quick witted. She had a friend, a male at that, whom was always there for her at the right time. Looking back on it I was too young to watch that movie. Drama, killing, sex, strong language. 

Half-way into the movie my ex-nanny laid across my lap. She had changed into a lay-around dress and saw her wide butt fill it out. My hand had a mind of its own and it came across the area harder than I expected. She jumped a little but didn't say anything. For the rest of the movie I massaged all over her lower region. I suppose I did it as an apology. She turned face up and asked me why I hit her bum so hard. I told her it was calling me to do so. 

She chuckled and playfully slapped my face. She rose up and then kissed me on my lips. It was very sensual. I palmed both her breasts and she wrapped her arms around my neck. As we kissed I swirled her titties in circles. She moaned in my mouth harmonically. I maneuvered my right hand down to her hip. I enticed the area, that wide area. I then pinched her left nipple. That caused her to inhale and exhale sharply. She moved her hands to my cheeks. It was more nurturing than seducing or playful. 

She hungered, I suppose that's a good word, for my tongue. It's a very good feeling having your tongue sucked on. Then she would flick hers on top of mine. All the while both of my hands were groping her humongous derrière. Good thing she wore a dress. Her flesh felt like putty in my hands. Her labia must've found the tent I had set up and she rocked her voluptuous hips over my pants that made me precum inside my pants. It was torture, but I endured. I had never just enjoyed a make-out session to that caliber. I dropped my mouth to her chest. I placed kisses and licks all over her valley. She rubbed the back of my neck and teased my ears. I climbed up to her neck and cupped her face in my palms. It was so sensuous and erotic all at once. 

She then peeled my mouth away from her neck, got off me, then walked me to her room. She laid on top of me trying to suck my air from my lungs. With her heaviness I could barely get in gasps. Still, my rock remained firm and stoic. She began giving me a body rub. It took me to the edge and back again. When I finally came I grunted in her mouth and she kept her suction. When I finally got a decent breath I was in heaven. My heart beat was fast but it didn't hurt. She placed her ear on top of my chest. She listened to my heart until it rocked her to sleep. I lied there dumbfounded to how I could be so satisfied to such a technique. She definitely knew how to take care of me.



Black Journal Ch. 17



Duncan Cyrus, age 24, Interviewer 

I had decided to go for my masters. It's been two years since my undergrad so I had made up my mind to enter. Well, mostly because my job said if I go for my masters they'd pay for it. Even though I'm not a licensed chemist, biologist, or a tech, I have helped a lot with experiments and the care of the patients. I was even given opportunity to give my two cents in on conferences. I was brought in for a meeting to discuss my future. They gave me an opportunity so I took it. They even showed me some respective programs that would help me. 

I applied to about three programs. I was looking to gain a master's in biology. All the programs required unprecedented lab work so that would help with my promotion at my job. The first two came and went. The programs did seem good for me but they were looking for students as teacher assistants and I needed to be a student only. 

The third program was tiered. First there was an interview just to go over credentials and references. I was actually interviewed by other students. It was me against five others. There was this pretty and well-dressed bbw with mocha skin. She wore a career suit and her demeanor was pure business. I had to keep my answers short and sweet with her. After every question I made sure to answer as if it was intended for everyone, eye contact and clear answers. 

They didn't intimidate me but the mocha interviewer was a definite distraction. Her chest couldn't be hidden no matter the amount of layers she used. Her cheeks were pudgy and her double chin baited me to come have a taste. When that interview was over we all stood and I was able to see her full-body-self. Her ass and legs only damaged me further. It was hard to just shake her hand and try not to kiss it for providing me such a visual. 

The second interview was more like a test and essay to discover my competence and personality. I sat in a classroom in a suit for three hours answering questions and then an hour and a half listening to a speaker about the program. Basically telling me I am not to have a life outside the program. Some of the other people looked worried. Then we had to orally present ourselves in front of everyone. That was just weeding out those who had weak spirits to complete the program. 

The third interview came a week later with a recruiter, an advisor, and a chair member. Again, another step ladder process. The recruiter was an older gentleman. Completely old school. I was ready for him because I feel the same when it comes to education. That lasted only ten minutes. That ten minutes was worth it because I was escorted to an advisor's office. Of course it was my interview wet dream. She welcomed me in with a firm handshake. That wasn't fair. She closed and locked the door. No way for people to see inside and thick walls to drown out sound. I was trapped, even though I welcomed it. This was the "get to know you" part. To see if I'm just another run of the mill students. Apparently these days it's not advantageous to just want to learn. You have to be approachable and be able to work with others. 

We sat close to each other, barely a few inches. We leaned forward more as the interview progressed. She wore her thick black glasses very well. She spoke to me directly and her eyes looked me up and down. I did the same to her. She veered in even closer and I could feel her cinnamon breathe waft over my lips. My entrance is in jeopardy but she wants it. I am happy to oblige if she initiates. She kisses me and I respond. 

We keep our attire on. Strictly business with a little added bonus of pleasure. I go down her neck and she rakes her nails across my back. I palm both of her titties, they were heavy but I played with them like putty. My hands wanted her butt. It was nice and big. I gave playful pats and it jiggled. I created handmade waves and made myself harder. She groped my dick, teasing for my precum to call me forth. I felt myself leak a little. 

I touched her snatch and she was definitely ready. I raised her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her panties. She gasped in my ear telling me to keep going. I placed her on her desk and opened her legs. I ate and ate. She tasted divine. I inserted my tongue as far it could go. Her insides had a tang to it. I believe she came already, perhaps even urinated a bit. I tweaked her nipples and she rubbed my skull. She was about to shoot and she forcefully bobbed my face in and out of her triangle. She inhaled and constricted her exhaled grunts. 

Thick walls, but that don't mean sound can't get through. I had jacked myself off. A pool of semen had collected in my underwear. I started feeling the soreness of a week's worth of my boys finally released. She was not happy that it wasn't done by her own efforts, but her own happy spasm left her satisfied. We continued the talk as if nothing happened. I passed because I received a one-on-one with a chair. That was the last of the process because I was able to meet the person I was going to be working in labs, going to conferences, writing papers for, and communicating with on a daily basis. It was a long, drawn out procedure, but what true science isn't?



Black Journal Ch. 18



Duncan Cyrus, age 24, Biker 

I was able to have a free night. My first semester and already I was exhausted from the first month. My life became: job, college lab, and papers. I didn't have time for projects I liked doing. My "social life", which was mainly I meet a nice big girl every once in a while dwindled to zero. I didn't get to see my parents all that much either and I only lived half an hour away from them; an hour depending on time of day and traffic. Which is funny, because of my hermit life away from people, other than co-workers and peers, my pops had set me up on a date with an old teacher of his granddaughter. I didn't mind, not like I was dating or trying to be with anyone. 

I gave her a call and she sounded very tough. At least I didn't have to worry about games being played. She was very straightforward. Our conversation was just the usual: names, family, interests, likes and dislikes. She was in love with motorcycling. She was even part of a biker gang. She called it a biker group or association. It's an all-female group. I believe the name was Angels. I was told there was a literal fight over two names. Arc and Fallen were the names that were debated over. 

We decided to meet at a bar. Not my scene, but it was where she felt comfortable. I had already gotten us a booth when I arrived. Even over the loud music and talking I could hear the bike rumble. She came in and the woman had to be close to my age or maybe a year or two older. She wore her leather, black jacket. It was unzipped and she was wearing a shirt showing off her exposed cleavage. That was a sight to behold. Her tight, hip hugging, dark blue jeans put on display her chubby ass prominently. She was very cute, in a hardcore chick way. Very dark skinned and a pearly smile. She was about an inch to two inches shorter than me. 

So what do you think? Did she consider herself an arc angel or a fallen angel? On the back of the jacket they all have a picture of themselves either with a heaven background or a hell one. The woman acted like a fallen one but she swore she was the arc type. Didn't really matter to me because I was enjoying the view from the other side of the table. She tried to get on my case that I was paying more attention to her boobs than her, but she always made sure she plastered them in my view. Our hangout was cool. We even armed wrestled. She thought she was the strongest thing on two legs. It wasn't an exaggeration really, but I was no slouch myself. I do live by myself and I have nearly been in fights. Mostly I accepted defeat because to appease her. She liked challenging men to such things; especially dominating geeky nerds such as me. 

She did like I was back in school, stating that it's sexy doing what I need to do to get ahead in life. I had to admit when she told she worked as an interior designer it threw me a loop. She first went to school as an engineer but found decorating homes more enjoyable. 

After a while we played pool. I tried that whole stand behind ploy as she shot, but no cigar on any public display of affection. Me and pool do not get along. She made sure I didn't live down the unbelievable amount of scratches. She did teach me a thing or two to keep my eye on the ball when I shot and to just barely tap the ball so I could get use to the aspect of the game. 

We stayed at the bar for another hour or so. I finally saw her bike. It wasn't a Harley and that is my only knowledge of motorcycles. She followed me to my place and then she wanted to give me a ride. Was scared out of my wits to say the least. I will never buy one of those things. She found this stretch of road and rode like a bat out of hell. I finally found my breath after the ride was over, and surprisingly I was sporting a hard-on and some pre-cum had seeped out. I do vaguely remember with the engine roaring and my crotch was getting a pseudo lap dance from her. 

Back at her house I finally got a reprieve and sat on her couch. She laughed at my predicament. She definitely got off making geeks like me squirm and weak to our stomachs and hearts. She offered me something to drink but I declined. She sat next to me with a beer in her hand. I hate beer and its God awful taste. She took a swig and sat even closer to me. Beer breath is not my idea of seduction. She forced a kiss from me. She had nice skills but that damn beer taste. She was pretty rough but I handled myself well. 

She tore herself away from the kiss realizing she was losing that battle. I smirked out loud on purpose, and called her a light weight. She banged the beer on her table and jumped me. She ripped off my shirt and then bit into my neck. Tit for tat, so I licked her ear and then nibbled it. It was a spot. She relinquished her teeth, and I said some other arrogant line, and then she rode my face with her pussy. I was a lazy fuck that night. I wiggled my tongue in her clean shaven vagina. She grinded into my nose but I had already had enough experience with face-sitting. 

I pinched her nipples and when she smacked my hands away I went into her backdoor with my thumb. It made her cum so much; pumping her anally with my thick digit and massaging the inside of her watering hole. She finally gave up. My mouth was soaked, but I was just getting started. I grabbed her by the throat and showed her what a true dominating kiss is all about. I plugged her with my tongue down her esophagus. She tried with all her might to pull away but I had clamped onto her buttocks to keep her in place. 

When she became properly sedated I pulled her pants down and she stepped out of them. I only unzipped my own and took my throbbing prick out. I lubed my dick with her saliva. I made her lick and spit on my fingers. She wanted a taste so badly. I guided the tip to the entrance and the rest followed. I started her off slowly. She had never been fucked standing up. Takes a pretty strong person to be able to handle that position. With her right leg held up by my left arm and my right hand kept her face in position as I kissed her through the delirious euphoria of her splashy frenzy. What made my night was how I gently lowered her to the floor as she lied down in a weak and vulnerable state. Much like a fallen angel hitting the ground at light speed.



Black Journal Ch. 19



Duncan Cyrus, age 24, Grocery Store Gilf 

The market is a place where you can see all kinds of people. I know this because while I have my headphones on and drown out the noise I observe the environment. I go by a set list and routine as I walk through the store. The market is pretty big and looks more like a warehouse really. To be honest it's like my socializing time outside of work. 

Anyway, there was a time I met someone in the market. A very nice, pushy old lady, who tried to make sure I always get the right stuff in my basket. The first was more like an intrusion. She called me "sonny" and pointed out all the wrong things in my basket. I was quite livid at first that she was in my business without so much as an "excuse me" or "pardon me". I have a pretty strict diet because I don't like to cook a lot. I choose about four or five different meats, a loaf of bread, chips, crackers, juice, milk, water, four different fruits, five different vegetables, cereal, and maybe some type of snack. It's not like I eat unhealthy stuff all the time. 

No, this old lady just plain bombarded into my blissful world and literally had me follow her, listen to about the groceries and watch her take stuff out my basket, and put stuff in mine she thought was supposed to be in it. The woman barely came to the height of my stomach and the little white skinned, silver haired, wrecking ball was crushing my peace. She even watched me pay for the items to make sure. We walked silently to my car and she waved me off. 

I thought that after that fiasco I would never see her again, but lo and behold she was there a month later I went for a food run on a Saturday. She spotted me and I tried to be a gentleman and tell her I have my way of shopping and she just tagged along anyway. I didn't even know her and I thought it was some type of set up. But the third time around, she caught my eye. Well, her boxed shaped ass anyway. I never really had the time to observe her because it was like walking into a storm. You stay focus on getting out instead of just waiting it out or going around it. 

I was leaning on the basket while strolling when she picked up speed to get something off the shelf when I noticed she was wearing these wind pants that couldn't hide her swaying butt. It was quite nice. I took out my phone and pretended I was taking a text, but I video recorded her walk every time she sauntered in front of me. I had a good fifteen minutes of footage of candid bbw, gilf booty. I went home and watched it. I slowed played it and everything and by the end of the reel I had edged myself into a satisfying orgasm. I had proper motivation to now listen to my big booty gilf. 

Another month past and there she was again. She had cut her hair a little short, kind of punkish. Still she wore her classic wind pants, tennis shoes, matching jacket that she leaves open, huge purse, gawdy type jewelry, and nice applied make up. We never talked about anything but my choice of groceries. I started fighting back more about my food but always had my camera ready for when she would walk in front of me. 

I started zooming in and tried to get better angles. I wasn't paying attention enough to realize she had stopped and I hit her from behind with my cart. She fell forward and I quickly dashed to her side and apologized profusely. She said it was ok and I helped her up. People watched the spectacle but didn't bother to help. At the end of the shopping day I apologized once again. She knew she had me by a hook and wanted me to come to her house. Young and dumb me went along with it. 

At her home it smelled like my grandparents' homes: bleach, dish detergent, and polish. You know, scared to sit anywhere type homes. She told me to have a seat. She went into her back room and came out in some sweats. The bottoms still couldn't hide the rump though. She laid across my legs on her stomach and told me to give her a massage where the basket collided. I started at the middle of her back and made my way lower. I never took my eyes off her ass, thighs, and calves. She moaned with satisfaction and began to rub on my leg. My dick jumped into her chest and she hopped a bit. She found it funny which didn't bother me. 

I pulled down her bottoms right under cheeks. I slapped upward and it moved just like when she walks. She turned her face towards me and I slapped again. She appreciated that one with a smile. I gave my proper attention to her ass a little while longer and I set her up over the arm of her couch. 

I opened her cheeks and ate her butthole. She groaned and bucked into my face. My tongue dove deeper and deeper. I found the button and flicked it. She erupted but I didn't stop playing with her clit. 

Her released juices kept flowing so I maneuvered under her and feasted on fine pussy. I rimmed her anus with my right hand middle finger. She played with her labia and groped a titty. She rocked on my face until she started slamming it down. She came again as I drowned in milk. She was tender at that point, but wanted me to unleash. 

Her hand skills were pleasant. It was like sitting outside and the cool breeze hits your body and you are so relaxed all you can do is smile. I came and nearly fell asleep. But I remembered I had food in the car. I asked politely could I use her restroom to wash up. I kissed her on her cheeks, the face, and she told me to be safe "sonny".



Black Journal Ch. 20



Duncan Cyrus, age 25, Blind Date 

A colleague of mine took it upon himself to set me up on a date. Well, dates. He's about twenty years older than I am and he was one of the head scientists at the company lab at the time. Basically, he had been mentoring me; grooming me to take over his position. By that time I wasn't paying much attention to women as I should've been. I was only in my second year of my master's program working on yet another paper, and dealing with neurotic professors. He said I was too young and smart to not have someone special to help me through the rough times. To me that is old fashion but I rather just dive into my work. I suppose he saw a lot of him in me. 

Anyway, he tried setting me up on these random dates. One lady was about three years my senior and a real hard ass. She liked telling me what to do, what I should do, and what not to do. Then I would give her her own medicine and that's when the three hour long argument about me trying to control her began. I was so exhausted that I didn't even jack-off that night and I had a two week build up. 

I would have to say this other date he tried to set me up with, the failure was all me. I wasn't up to it because I was irate about all these drafts I had done and my professors still were being annoying by planting more and more corrections on top of corrections. I wasn't a good date to begin with and it had been nearly a month since my last release. Anger and horniness and stress is not a cocktail you should have. She was my age, a bit on the thick side, and African American. She specialized in reptiles and amphibians. She was interesting but I could tell my facial expressions were telling her different. She ended it early and I didn't even refute. My mentor was more than a bit angry. 

I guess third time's the charm because his niece had come into town to visit him. First off, I was against this date. Shitting a little too close to home for my taste. She was an ssbbw thunder goddess. In her boots she was the same height as me, which gave her an inch or two. Normally, people aren't allowed in the lab but rules are broken all the time. So, she had fiery, curly, red hair; freckles, small cheeks, good smile, she weighed a good three hundred plus, she wore all black shirt and jeans. Her personality was shy though. Outwardly she looked like she wanted attention but she was a bubbly quiet type. Whatever it was my dick wanted to know more about her. I kept it under control though. 

My mentor suggested I show her around the city. I wanted to be nice so I asked her if she would like the company. She agreed. That weekend I picked her up around 10 am and I showed her the route we would take for site seeing. I knew, and still don't, little about my city. That day was the most I ever spent downtown. We went to museums, galleries, sporadically ate food at small vendors, and finally went to a movie. We didn't speak much to each the whole time but I didn't feel awkward about that. The movie she picked was packed because apparently everyone had been waiting to see the actor and actress do a movie together. Their backgrounds were they both were married with kids having an affair with each other. 

She was enthralled in the dramatic scenes, while I was looking at it more intellectually. And it's not like their marriages were horrible or boring. After the movie she wanted to go to her hotel. We arrived and she invited me up. The place was a suites hotel, and I was very impressed. I sat down on the couch and she offered me a drink. I asked for water. She poured herself a scotch or something. I'm horrible with alcohol. She sat at the other end of the couch. I smiled at her and asked if she enjoyed her day and she nodded. Her eyes glossed over a little. I tried to start a conversation about her life but she stood up and walked to a drawer. I was curious because you just don't get up like that with that sort of timing randomly. 

She pulled out some kind of black material and tossed it into my lap. A closer look and it was a velvet scarf. She told me to cover my eyes. I've never been blindfolded so I did it for experience sake. I felt her hands touch my body. I shook a bit and then she kissed me. Her lips were so soft, but forceful. She groped my crotch, correction, gripped my crotch. She told me if I touch her I would pay. I'm an ass man, so I took a chance. Her industrial sized ass was heaven. She slapped me to prove her point. Spit came out of my mouth. She did warn me. 

She ordered my clothes off, quickly. I tried my best. Then she commanded I take hers off and do it right. Which means I will not touch her. Surprisingly I was able to keep the discipline down to a mere two slaps. She bear hugged me; her strong breasts felt nice and nurturing. I had to control my restricted breathing. 

My dick was hard though, and she stroked with care. She even rubbed it against her moist lower lips. They were drenched. Next she grabbed my throat. Another lack of oxygen situation. She applauded me for taking it so well. She rewarded me by allowing a request. I escorted her to the bedroom, she provided no direction so I walked slowly guiding myself with my hand out. I placed her on her back and then inserted my log inside her warm cabin. 

She said I had to take it slow. I complied because I knew I wasn't going to withstand too long. I measured each thrust while taking breaths to control myself as best as possible. All I could go on were her sounds. They told me she enjoyed it. She challenged me by telling me to take it all the way out and go to the hilt. It was hard at first but I managed to measure it correctly. I changed her leg to a myriad of positions but my pace, no. She squirted and squirted. I was about to cum and she pushed me away and told me to hold it. I heard her shift on the bed and she directed me to shoot. I had to stroke myself a few times and I shot. I was out of bullets and slumped back to a dresser. She said for me to remove the blindfold. Her ass was in the air and splurged with over a month's worth of semen. Looked like a Pollock painting. She just laid on her crossed arms smiling back at me.



Black Journal Ch. 21



Duncan Cyrus, age 25, Dream Part 2 

I was born around the time game systems became the new sensation. Beginning of the downfall for children social activities. Anyway, I was invited over one night from a few old high school classmates for a party. They said there would be games, food, and music. Just a chilling time for old mates. Considering how I didn't really hangout with anyone until my first dorm mate in college, I was skeptical of going, but I was ahead on my research paper for class so I decided to take the night off. 

I arrived pretty much close to the beginning so I was able to see a lot of familiar faces as they came in. Total of about thirty people showed up. Some with food, some with refreshments, others games. The gist of the theme was team play. The hosts, a married couple, had a seventy inch plus TV mounted to the wall and a Wii. Mario Party and other games like it with the appropriate hardware was neatly organized in the huge living area. All eating was to be done in the kitchen. 

I'm not a fan of Wii, I like the controller only play, but I still played. You could tell who the experts were and who the rookies were. On my team I was one of two males and the rest were females. We were definitely a team because we set up our rotation due to experience, hand eye coordination, and reaction time. I was in the middle of our rotation. I was told I would help with either keeping a lead or getting us back up in ranking if we were lagging behind. 

We weren't the most competitive group, but we took it seriously about winning. Most fun I had in a while around a group of people. Our leader was a brown, short haired bbw. If I remember correctly her name was Patty. Though she took the lead role she was also nice. She knew how to motivate without being unbearable. It didn't matter to me, I'm a game head so I wanted to do my best. 

We played Mario Party for the most part. It was nice watching Patty play. She was all in it. She trashed talked, but it was funny. People trashed talked to me but I just smiled back at them. Patty was impressed with my play, not at first of course, because I never played at all before that night. I was definitely the rookie of the group but I adjusted well-enough. 

In between turns she would walk with me into the kitchen to grab a quick snack before her turn. Patty's cheeks puffed out when she chewed. She was dainty too. I was surprised she didn't break a nail while playing. We chit chatted about our jobs mostly. She worked at a company that consults and she is a team leader on top of being in management. 

When we won matches she would do this goofy bounce and clap. It caught me off guard at first but I soon just smiled after every time I saw it. Patty is round. Her titties, like globes; her stomach was stuck out but nicely; her ass was muscular with layers of fat over it. I think she loved doing palates exercises. She told me it's like "getting-off" for her. 

So the dancing portion of the night I could barely contain myself. I went for a bathroom break longer than necessary for a piss. I relieved myself of the tension and went back to the party to become once again watching Patty move. One last stroke session that night before bed took about fifteen minutes without any pause and some oil. Patty again. The image was her wrapping her lips around my dick and swallowing it whole until I busted on her face. Simple and sweet. 

Until the dream I had. It was pretty fucking weird. That Mario Bros really must've gotten in my head. The last thing I remembered was me in green overalls walking through life with a full goatee and mustache and a green baseball cap. My hair was gone which I feel was the nightmare part. Then she came onto scene. A piranha plant in human form. Well, I think it was a plant in human form, or human in plant form, or a human wearing the pattern of the piranha plant. Anyway, you know the huge, bulbous head it has, well think of using that shape as the body on the female in my dream. Her long hair, I guessed, were vines with a very nice shade of green, and thick. Small cute feet; juicy, fat lips; and sharp teeth. 

I was barely able to wrap my arms around her spherical form. I dug my fingers into her monstrous bum and she hissed. Her tongue was long and wet as she noosed my neck. My dick was up to half mast but she made it full by sucking it with extreme ease. I reached in my pocket and apparently I had mushrooms hidden away. I ate a red one which increased my wrenches girth. She flinched at the sudden growth spurt. She stood back up and pulled me by my rod over to an abandoned building of some sorts. I plunged into her sopping triangle as droplets spewed out. I think it was chlorophyll or something. Her innards squeezed me with every thrust that I was about to cum too quickly. So I ate a green mushroom. I felt my stamina increase and so did my speed. Ever heard of a hissing moan, well, it's barely audible but her facial expressions were priceless. Her eyes begged for more and drool fell off the edges of her mouth. I was about to cum and then I awoke with the sickest stiffy ever. Then Patty rolled over and told me she'd take care of it for me. That was the ride of my life up til then.



Black Journal Ch. 22



Duncan Cyrus, age 25, Show Off 

I have never been a fan of masturbation vids or scenes. Maybe they are too personal or just done wrong. I don't know. Anyway, I had caught up with an old high school classmate one afternoon. I had taken only half a day because I had a long night of browsing the Internet for research material for a class the day before. I practically pulled an all-nighter and I was dragging my ass even before I got dressed for work. At lunch I left and stopped at a new Chinese restaurant. I ordered before I arrived because I was too tired to wait. 

By the time I got there my food had just hit the grill. The place was nearly packed. I had ordered bulgoki and General Tso's pork with fried rice. My plan was to be knocked out within twenty minutes after I eat. Then, as I was sitting in a chair, I received taps on my right shoulder. I turned to regard the person thinking he or she wanted to ask if I was ordering. 

I looked to my side and I saw an old classmate. From the time in high school; the non-curvy, oblong, fat, Asian girl had filled out in ways that made me triple-take. I stood up astounded by her figure. She said hello or something along those lines. Her lower region had expanded widely, a true hipster and fat thighs; small calves and ankles. She had her folds or roles at her midsection and her small breasts had transformed into the higher medium range. Her full cheeks and still small lips. Her hair was still long as hell. She also wore glasses which made her even cuter. 

She had come in for an over-the-phone-order as well. It was only a few minutes before my food was ready. That was more than enough time to fully scan her and talk to her. I was leaving and then she grabbed my hand to hold me up. She came back with her food, looked like it was a multiple order. She wanted to meet up and hangout if at all possible. I told her the weekend because of my classes and assignments. She agreed and she gave me a hug. Like one big pillow she felt. 

Over the week I was receiving certain emails from old college mates. You know the usual stuff: comic updates, porn, music, random videos of idiots, and random research and conspiracy type stuff. One of them sent me a vid of some big woman masturbating with a dildo. He assured me that it was hot beyond hot. We have similar tastes in women so I gave it a chance. 

I will admit, she had skills. She used one of those suction or mounted ones. The whole scene was done really well. You can tell she checked the lighting and position of the camera a few good times. She placed the toy to the side of a very well made and stable stool. She then sat on it with her ass to the camera, but you couldn't see above her waste. That was very fine with me, less personal. She tested out the stability of the stool and gave a little teasing show of her ass cheek skills. 

Then she placed the fake dick on the stool. She adjusted it just right in the center. She rolled a condom on it and then lubed it with a very enticing double-handed handjob. She stroked from the base to the top. Anyway, she backed up to the toy and with both her hands she opened her butt cheeks wide and slowly sat on the dildo. She haphazardly let go of her cheeks and they flopped together ,and then she let out a very sexy moan. Real or not, I was ready to stroke one off. 

She got into rhythm first by just bouncing up and down. She just oooohed first. She did this routine for about a minute, and trust me, that is a long time. She picked up her pace and just put her waist into it. That wide load was dangerous. I shot in less than thirty seconds. Luckily it was quick and my dick got hard again, but she sat all the way down and then juggled her cheeks up and down. I lost it again and sprayed. There was still three minutes left so I paused it and waited to see the rest the next session.

Saturday came and my date and I went to a cafe. It had a bar and everything. Seriously, they made the drinks like in a bar. She had a nice demeanor and smile. I was trying my best to hold back a piss because I really was enjoying our conversation. I excused myself and alleviated myself of the pressure. My thoughts went to the anonymous ass bouncing on a sex toy last night. Luckily I was in a stall and I began stroking for a bit, but realized I had to get back to my company. As I walked back looking at my date's butt, the "butt-anonymous" shot through my mind. It was the same shape, unbelievably so. She rocked to the side a bit and I nearly tripped over myself. She turned to regard the sound. Luckily I had recovered. She asked if I was ok and I gave a fake reassurance. Through the rest of the date I was asking questions to get evidence if she does masturbation videos. She didn't give up the right information so I was left wondering and imaginative that night. Yes, "had to change sheets" type of explosion.



Black Journal Ch. 23



Duncan Cyrus, age 26, Artist 

It was time for me to take a step. A risk that I should have indulged in my teens. That step of rebellion against the regime of parents and authority figures. That's right, I wanted to get a tattoo. Ok, I lied. I was convinced or conned to get one. Remember the high school, Asian girl, ok, her name was Meifeng. She preferred just Mei, but I have a compulsion for full government names. Especially the ones when big girls are embarrassed of them. 

Anyway, we had been chatting, and still no sex. Which didn't bother me. It's funny, most dudes I know get their damn tighty-whities in a jock itch bunch because they seem to waste time talking to a female and don't get the drawls. Not me, I was still trying to get Meifeng to confess to the internet vid. So my birthday had come up and she took me out to dinner. I had steak, shrimp, lobster, potatoes, mushrooms, greens, roll, and a green apple lemonade. I was satisfied beyond measure that night. 

Meifeng thought differently. She drove me to a tattoo parlor. The place was very nice looking. It looked and smelled sterilized. I wasn't getting a tat but Meifeng did. She wanted me to watch. She had already had two tattoos across her upper back. It was just the meaning of her name, BEAUTIFUL WIND, in a very sexy font. That night she was getting something on her butt. Yes, I watched and hated the fact some dude was touching her soul-damning back door. She giggled and talked to me as the needle entered her flesh. 

My mind was too preoccupied seeing her bare-ass cheeks stiffen and loosen. She knew it was torture for me because she had found out I am an ass-man. She had gotten a Cerberus made. It had a wolf, a panther, and a dragon's head. She had a friend draw it for her. I then spent the rest of the night properly applying ointment to her art. 

Also, getting talked into having one done on me. I was more than a little skeptical. First, I had to know what I wanted. That took all of an hour. I went with a FEMO design I had created. It had an evil side and a good side. So I cut it in half - evil on the left, good on the right. I showed it to Meifeng and she liked it. She regretted to inform me she wouldn't be able to be there with me when it gets done. Something about a wedding or other. 

The parlor I chose wasn't the one she went to. Funny thing is my dad went to the place. He showed me his back. It was a tapestry of names. He said it was my mom's name in different languages. So I made an appointment with the artist. It was to be some guy named Harley, but it was actually this sweet, succulent top-heavy, long haired, bbw Hispanic girl. She had piercings: nose ring, lip ring, but nothing too outrageous. Surprisingly, she didn't have a lot of tattoos herself. She told me she is very particular about her body. She showed me her art work and I was sold. 

I set an appointment for the upcoming weekend. I showed her the drawing and she was impressed by it. By midweek she had informed me she drew up the sketch. I went over after work to check it out. She had added some extra features which I was fine with. 

Saturday came and I was sitting in a chair with my arm draped over a cushioned arm easel. Now Harley that day decided to wear these cut up shorts, obviously self-made; with a buttoned up shirt, and a push up bra. So yeah, jaw dropping vision that day. She spoke just as sweet and sultry as she looked. So sitting through these two tattoos was definitely a new and painful experience. I will admit I had to take breaks. Deep breathing, and she laughed at me. 

When she talked she spoke about her life in tattooing. She wasn't even into tattoos until her first one. As she spoke I watched her mouth move. The searing pain seemed to go away but there was still the scraping and the stabbing. I handled it ok. When I switched arms she walked over to my other side in front of me. I mouthed a wow silently as her keister went by. Almost could see ass cheek, almost. She sat down on the stool all lady-like. I raised my eyebrows due to arousal. Was that a part of her process when gave tattoos? If it was I wanted to get more tats for this reason alone. 

Still, she remained professional and I sat there preparing myself for the second round. As she was in the middle of the second half she thanked me for being a gentleman. I guess other dudes tried to hit on her. First off, she has a weapon at her disposal. I am not pissing her off. So if my dick gets blue balls, it'll go down with the proper "before bedtime care". And second, tats cost a lot of money. So if dressing like she does and giving me a platonic showing of her body that also keeps her calm and confident, then so be it. I thanked her back for telling me about her life. 

When she finished I looked into a mirror. Very well made indeed. She covered them and she had lost height. I guess I didn't notice she wore heels. She looked up at me with those deep dark eyes of hers. She patted the parlor chair and closed a curtain around us. I had sat down and then she crawled on top of me. I was so surprised because there were others in the shop. She warned me not to bend my arms and to keep them still. 

She planted her lips onto mine. We smacked like we chewed bubble gum. She kissed and rocked as the friction between our crotches grew steadily. Faster, faster, and rhythmically she moved. She moaned a little every time she headed downward. Her warm cinnamon breath tasted so good. Luckily the music was loud. My hands itched to grab her bottom and rub with all my might. It was torture and I had to listen to doctor's order. 

She was coming close to releasing because her moaning had become a little more ragged. I tried adding in a rotation with my hips but it was hard to get a skill down packed in jeans. She immediately stopped and I asked what was wrong. She assured me it was part of the session. A denial fetish. The highest number she had was twenty. You know - you reach the apex and then you slow yourself down and then coax yourself back down to an unaroused state. She climbed off of me. Yup, blue balls and sore arms were my rewards that night.



Black Journal Ch. 24



Duncan Cyrus, age 27, Pick Up 

It was one of those weekdays. You know, tired of the rut you're in. I get up, cook a breakfast sandwich, hygiene and before-work-prep, go to work, work the 9 to 5, go to gym, come home, hygiene, recreational activity, bed - repeat, repeat, repeat. I did this for months, and at first I didn't even notice it. I mean, my place is in order, no one had any issues with me, and my health was great. Then that one night when you get home, something within you tells you to look around and you realize what the hell have you been doing? 

Now don't get me wrong; I'm stable, sane, intelligent, a hard worker, and every once in a while I do want a bbw playmate, but I suppose I was getting too old for such things. That put me in a bit of a funk and I didn't want to just heat up some leftovers. I took a shower, ironed some jeans and a polo shirt, and made my way out. Where I was going at the time I didn't have a clue until I saw this Italian place. I hadn't had pasta in a while so I decided to try it out. Inside it was rustic, like Rome or something of the "old country". 

I was seated at a booth. Families and couples littered the place and I was alone. My waitress came to assist in my selection. Rarely did I see a waitress as rubenesque as she was. Normally waitresses are small, tall, but petite or slim. She was round and full. Of course these thoughts were going off in my head, and my mouth ran normally. I asked her what a newbie should try. Surprisingly, she sat on the other side and helped me choose. For a conservative work shirt it didn't hide much. Her breasts were too big no matter the shirt size. Every time she pointed at something on the menu they jiggled a bit. She wore her hair in large braids and covered them with a bandanna. That is a very adorable look on women, I don't know why. 

Anyway, I decided on the ravioli appetizers, and then a steak and shrimp four cheese pasta with diced tomatoes, a lemonade, and cheese cake for dessert. She began to leave and was struggling to get out a bit. Cute, very cute. She readjusted herself after she got out and her plump bottom shook a little. Hard on! 

I didn't bring anything with me so I was stuck with looking around. Mostly me just watching my waitress. She brought me my appetizers and I dug in. I hadn't eaten all day and I guess I should've thought something was up when I didn't eat breakfast that morning. She checked on me periodically asking about my experience. She was definitely working for the tip. 

When she brought me my entree it was piping hot. Had to sit and wait for a little while before eating. She was worried I didn't like the food. I reassured her I was just waiting for it to cool off a bit. She apologized; she actually stuck out her bottom lip a bit. I laughed, because it was either that or kissing her. She had such captivating eyes, dark and smoky. I began eating and she continued to check on me. 

Every once in a while when she turned to leave she'd look back and look down over her shoulder. I guess she knew I was checking her out. I eat slow from what people tell me. I suppose I do. When I was ready for dessert she brought it out, with a little more oomph. And by oomph I mean she gave me those eat me like I'm your dessert type eyes. I saved the dessert, and gave her my number. I paid and left. 

She called me an hour after I left and told me to bring the cheese cake. I met her at her apartment and she grabbed the dessert and rushed me to her bedroom. She was wearing only a large t-shirt. In her room I took off her top and finally saw all who she was. She had just taken a shower and was silky smooth. She forced me out of my clothes. She had put the cheese cake on a drawer by her bed. She said for after. 

I placed her on the bed on her back. I opened her legs and already her juices were flowing. I dove in and she was already moaning from first impact. She grabbed my shoulders as she rocked her hips upward for a better penetration. She swayed on my dick like a rocking chair with every push. I wasn't pulling any punches that night. It had been too long a while. I maneuvered her onto her right side with her left leg propped on my shoulder. I played with her clit making her choke on her pleasure. I reached around with my other hand and played with her anus. Driving her over the edge she finally came but I remained in motion as her orgasm came crashing down inside her and then flowing out of her. 

I was ready to cum myself as I pulled her on top of me, and stabbed inside her walls. I separated her cheeks and again she squirted. All the while she screams for me to cum. So much so she struck my chest with her fists to further make her point clear. I felt my semen rushing to the front. I took it out and by sheer luck my penis was able to get right in the crack of her ass and I pumped upwards getting a pseudo ass-job. I shot my load as it hit her back. 

She fell on top of me. I looked up at the ceiling enjoying the feeling of hard work. She found the strength to rise and reached over for the cheese cake. She took a bite and handed me some. I guess to her this is like smoking a cigarette. She fed me another piece and while I was chewing she reached around and handjobbed me. Ok, trying to eat, not choke, and deal with the tenderness of the afterglow; some battles you just can't win.



Black Journal Ch. 25



Duncan Cyrus, age 27, The Day: Morning 

I believe we all get these perfect days. You know, twenty-four straight hours of nothing goes wrong, everything goes right. And the same time, we fear those days. The reason is because it's like taking drugs, you never want to come down off the high. 

My perfect day began in the morning. 5 am - it was a day off. I woke up from a real good ass dream. I had left a big wet spot due to ramming my dick down the throat of an old teacher I had back in high school. She was a mean old lady and she always got on my case. Guess I had to unconsciously get something off my chest or out of my system. 

This time I wasn't feeling awkward or annoyed about it, the unconscious wet part. I just went to the shower with a smile on my face. Inside I just stood under the shower head letting the warm water hit my body. The thick white stuff slithered off my front and then I decided for a second go around. I stroked carefully because of the sensitivity and used an image of my old teacher stuffing her esophagus with my dick again. I had her squatting and poking out that humongous ass and made her shake it as she fucked her throat religiously. Three minutes in and I shot on the wall. I was surprised by how thick the streams were that hit the wall. I washed up and dried. After the hygiene I go into my bedroom and change the sheets. 

8 am - still sporting a hard on. I sat at my workstation with boxer shorts and a muscle shirt on. I began planning my day and was almost done when I received a knock on my door. I was skeptical to open it. By the third round of knocks I decided to see who it was. It was actually my right-across-the-hall neighbor. She was still in her pajamas asking for "sugar". Like that isn't plentiful anymore. So I let her in. I don't have sugar myself because I don't bake. 

My neighbor then put on this dramatic show about how her husband is cheating on her or something along those lines. Mind you all, I was still reeling from my earlier explosions. I wasn't listening or caring one bit. I dropped my drawls and she proceeded with a revenge blowjob. What is a revenge blowjob? Well ladies and gentlemen it is when a female, in my case, does things she doesn't normally do with her own significant other. My fat neighbor is a bit conservative. Her just coming over in her pjs was out of character for her. 

On her own she gave me one of those sloppy jobs. Basically she just doesn't swallow the drool in her mouth and let fluctuate out her mouth. She gagged herself and everything, like she was trying to get the taste of her "better half" out of her system. The splashing sounds as the drops hit the floor was amazing. Nothing like a big female giving it her all on her knees. The front of her top, which was a flannel, what a get up, but wasn't damaging to her cuteness, was soaked. She couldn't finish me even with her superb skills and my tenderness. She gave herself one last push and kept my dick down her throat for a few seconds as she looked up at me. She threw herself off as she gasped for air and stroked me. She spat on my schlong, smiled, and then left in her mess. I had to clean up my floor. 

10:30 am - after getting cleaned up I had remembered I had errands to run. I turned on my car for maintenance then I went to a suit store. I bought a normal suit combination for an office party that weekend. Plus, I was trying to impress one of my co-workers. She was a transfer from a western division with her big curvy ass. And I do mean her body in general. She was a hard ass too, and at times I like my fat women that way. Take no prisoners, business minded, but one day you catch them doing something out of the norm and they want you to keep a secret. By secret I mean she was caught giving head. I knew it was a set up because she was doing it in the men's restroom. 

I had heard the subtle suckling and licking noises she was trying to keep under wraps but I know those sounds all too well. I just waited til the male left and confronted her, but I didn't know it was her. My feelings were a little hurt because I couldn't picture her as the ball buster fantasy anymore. Suffice it to say I had to stroke myself in the changing room. My breathing was a bit ragged with the small precise twists I used on myself at my tip. The sales lady came and knocked to ask if everything was ok. I assured her I was fine but a bit of precum had dripped out as I was talking to her. I paid and I swore the lady had looked at me with some type of sexual manner. That was my morning. Not bad eh? Of course I had other errands.



Black Journal Ch. 26



Duncan Cyrus, age 27, The Day: Afternoon 

1pm - lunch and I was starving. I still hadn't worked out yet because of my errands. I resolved myself to have a sandwich. Easy and light was my reasoning. I headed over to this cafe type place where they serve a mean BLT. My waitress was an African American that I could tell just started. I made it easy for her because I know people are assholes with new people that serve their food. She had a pretty smile and it was inviting and warm. She had obviously done this job before. 

She greeted me with small conversation on the weather and about the changes on the menu. Her speech had been a bit rehearsed but it was cool. She was on the clock after all. She wrote down my BLT with Swiss cheese, baked chips, and a blueberry lemonade. She read it back to me and I could tell she wanted to lick her lips after she read my order. She smiled at me again, turned, and sashayed her hips as she walked away. My shaft came to half-life after that. 

It didn't take long for my food. She placed each item one at a time with its description. She actually put my chips on a separate plate saying how people don't like their food touching each other. I'm not that type of person but it was the consideration that counted. She told me she made sure that all my sandwich ingredients was neatly stacked and the bacon was made to perfection. Tasted awesome as well. 

She worked me for that tip and I was glad to provide her with a generous one. I mean, come on, she made sure my drink was always full, and she offered some extra chips free of charge. Oh and this one time when she asked about my food and I guess wasn't paying attention and she offered for another to be made, again free. Of course I stopped her, and yes, I pretty much was sure it was her angle or game but too much work was put into it, you got to give props. 

I left a tip and I guess once she saw how much it was she chased me out to the parking lot trying to say I gave her too much. Well, it was over the fifteen or twenty percent obligation but I was feeling generous. She kept at me and I had to do something. So I asked when her break was and she told me and I came back. She had a thirty to forty-five minute break and we made out for the most part. I made her work the rest of my tip off by fingering her and sucking on her delicious breasts. I did it in the back of my car behind the restaurant. 

I fitted three of my fingers easily into her snatch. I dug for all that creamy gold as she let loose wave after wave of orgasm. Her tongue was divine because it was the softest thing I ever wrestled with. She moaned in my mouth almost to the edge of crying. I flicked her clit accurately when she gasped every time I pushed in deeper and played with her walls. I was rocking Mount Kilimanjaro in my pants and it was hurting under the strain. The noises that resounded in my car begged me to shove my dick in her and kill her softly. 

After the umpteenth orgasm she made me stop because she only had five minutes left on her break and she had to freshen up. My hand was sloppy with her juice. Luckily I had paper towels in my car from washing it. She gave me her number so that I could finish her later on. She walked back in and my hard on was not subsiding anytime soon. 

4 pm- I had just finished my workout for the day. I did a light workout made mostly of stretching, running, and calisthenics. I sweated so much because of all the release and built up energy I was doing during the day. And the women weren't helping. So this group of thick women decided that day of all days to do a group day. At most you see maybe two together, sometimes three. Oh no, a group of five came in. I was not the only guy drooling a mess on the floor that day either. Curves, humps, bumps, dumps, and everything that has to do with bodacious. 

There was white, black, and brown colors. They were like making a statement or something. Too bad I was basically done with my workout and all because I would've slowed it down to tortoise pace. I made an impression and said hello to all the ladies. They all had that tough mom thing going for them. And they were all married. Unknown to them that wasn't going to stop the other men still there. I drove home to shower and to rest a bit. I received word that my car was done and I could pick it up any time before 7 pm. Still going strong.



Black Journal Ch. 27



Duncan Cyrus, age 27, The Day: Night 

8 pm - before my "get together" I had to get my car. Luckily I received some sort of coupon or won some type of prize that allowed me pay only a fraction of the original cost was to fix my car. Trust me, getting that type of price is worth it. My little rendezvous is at a small club. I had gone online for a date for the night. I figured I deserved it. 

The place required you to dress formally. Tucked in shirt, slacks, dress shoes, a classy joint so to speak. And you had to present identification that said you are 25 and up. My date was a 37 year old single mom. On her profile she said she weighed 200 plus, size 20, bottom heavy, and medium sized chest. She suggested the place because she was already going and just wanted a date. I accepted because I had nothing else to do. That and her golden chocolate skin tone had nothing to do with it either. 

I arrived at the place and she wore a form fitting black dress and her hair in a ponytail. She was shorter than me by far but that was ok. I paid our way inside and pulled out her seat for her to sit in. The place was known for its jazz and blues performances. Every weekend night it is sold out. Once we sat down we didn't talk. We watched the bands play and the singers voice theirs souls. 

During those two wonderful hours we had moved to the back for more privacy. I sat behind her and fondled her chest in the lowest light. I tried to go with the rhythm of the bands. I peeked over to see her facial expressions and she shad spread her legs and was rubbing her snatch through her thong. I wanted a piece of that action so I reached around with my right hand and helped her out. With her own right hand she rubbed my face in satisfaction. 

She finally had enough of the playing and she turned to my crotch and unbuckled and unzipped me. She brought out my dick that was hard as hell. She sat down on my penis slowly, reversed cowgirl. She started with a nice slow grind pretending to be dancing with the music. When she started hopping up and down more furiously her cheeks banged into my abs. Whomever was close to us had to know what was going on. 

I didn't know how she knew I was cumming but she got up and squeezed my juice from my penis. She made it seep out instead of shoot. She looked me dead in my eyes all cat like. We finished out the live music and then went our separate ways after a long good night kiss. 

I remembered I had to meet up with the waitress. I texted her and she practically demanded I come over and give it to her. I got into my car and drove to the address. I got out and did the best I could with my clothes. Instead, I took off my shirt and kept my under shirt on. I tightened up my belt a bit, dusted off my shoes, and cleaned my glasses. I rang the doorbell and she answered in boy shorts and a tank. She groped my jewels, kissed me with the wildness of madwoman, and pulled me in. It was a decently long night into the morning. Perfect.



Black Journal Ch. 28



Duncan Cyrus, age 28, Gambling 

I don't like taking risks with my money. I'm all about saving it and that's really it and spending it on certain things. The only reason why I have investments is through my job. Later on I did decided to take some small risks in some companies because I buy their products. Anyway, before that all happened, I made plans to go to Las Vegas. What else do you go to Las Vegas for but gambling and debauchery? I made travel arrangements and reservations at the Venetian for a few days. I figured I'd walk the strip and check out as many casinos as possible. I even gave myself a set amount. I figured no more than three thousand dollars should be enough to gamble with. 

When I arrived it was still the afternoon and scorching. I packed very light because I would buy clothes needed when I vacation anywhere. Only thing I pack is underwear, socks, t-shirts, two types of shoes, and stuff for hygiene and bath. The plane ride was pretty nice even though I'm not a fan of flying. I arrived at the hotel and then my room. It wasn't a suite, just a typical room, still a heavy price. Its size was well over what I needed but the space did allow for comfort. I lied down for an hour or two before going out. 

It was getting well into the evening when I entered a casino. I didn't bother learning names, I figured as long as you have black jack I was good and everything else is just site seeing. My first day out in the casinos I can understand why folks don't want, or can't, leave. Constantly bombarded with lights, sounds, and smells that hit you all the time to do more and more. 

I stuck to my plan for the most part. The first day was to get a feel of gambling. I wanted to check to see how I react to the environments. I stopped off at a store for some pants and shirts. At my hotel I ate at its restaurant. I had a steak dinner. Back at the room I became horny. At first I was going to use some internet porn but I called up a service, I was in Vegas after all. I gave them my preferences and they told me she'd be there in an hour or so. 

I had bathed and everything and she arrived on time. She was quite fetching in her conservative black skirt and jean jacket. I asked for this because I didn't want it to feel too much like prostitution. Anyway, I told her to go have a bath and freshen up. She explained she already did, but I handed her a basket of cleaning stuff and showed her the way. I slapped her big rump on the right cheek and told her no talking back. 

When she was done we played with each other for a while. She was like me: she liked to explore and experiment. When the foreplay was done she put her head in between my legs and gave the most skillful and professional blowjob ever. None of her movements were wasted and she sat up on her knees to have me watch her ass jiggle in concert with her movements. After about ten minutes of that she slipped on a condom and sat on top of me. Her waist was small, her hips large, and her breasts decent. She rode and grinded me into the spokes that night. She bounced, usually, only her ass muscles and her pussy muscles to massage my prick. Whether or not her moans were real didn't bother me. I was on vacation and wanted to be lazy for once. To be honest, any other person who would've saw us probably thought we were lovers. After about two cum shots from me she left. I had already paid with a credit card earlier. 

Day two and I don't leave the hotel until about 2 in the afternoon. I found my way into some more casinos that day as well. So far I had doubled my money I had started off with. Surprising I know, but I still had a couple more days left. The plan was I began to start a winning streak and then I get up and cash out. I tried not to visit the same casino twice. Casinos are some of the most heavily watched and secured establishments and they are definitely, always, checking the cameras. 

My last casino was in the early-late morning, around 1 am. I'd been walking, sitting, site seeing, and gambling for almost twelve hours. I walked over to the black jack table. The dealer was this large, raven haired, cougar milf. The table was already filled up with older gents. As soon as one left I procured his seat. 

She was very good at her job that's for sure. She didn't use the machine and she had hundreds of decks. Every ten deals she changed out. She wore a very good poker face and her manners were completely professional. I wasn't the only one staring at her though. The other players stole glances at her chest and those small moments when she turned or bent down for a new deck our eyes left the game for a while. That butt was so full and pillowy. 

When she returned to her upright position we had already had our eyes back on our cards. Every so often a player would leave. At one point we were alone and I would win here and there. I was getting tired and I decided to take a chance. I played one last hand, won, and then I asked her name. I went to the booth to check out and then told a floor manager about her, handed a tip and my number to give her. 

When I arrived at my room my cell phone rang. Rose, the dealer, wanted to thank me for the tip. We chatted for a few minutes and decided to meet the next morning for breakfast. I gave her my room number and she had arrived on time. She wore some shorts that went halfway down her thighs and a low cut t-shirt that spilled out her cleavage, with some sandals. I was still in my sleep attire but I had already taken a shower and hygiene antics. 

I showed her in and told her let me get dress and we could head out. She stopped me in my tracks and pulled me down to kiss me. She told me breakfast could wait. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. We kissed for a little bit and her lips tasted fruity. I had her out of her shorts and a condom on in seconds. She spread eagled easily and I shoveled her insides. 

She kept her legs wide open on her own as I gripped her large breasts. I pounded and pounded as she giggled and laughed. Total opposites we were in bed. I'm straight laced serious and she was fun and spontaneity. Still, I made her cum hard as that laughing turned to a strained expression of pleasure. I then left my tool inside and she gasped for air and then screamed for release. I took myself out with her cream covering my extension. 

We took another shower and then went to breakfast. We spent the better part of the day walking around and talking when she had to get home to prepare for work. That night was the last and in the morning I had to leave. I left it all in Vegas, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to bring something back besides clothes.