Me, my hand, and interracial porn

After having it out with my dad during dinner, I was finally alone in my room. Even though he’d just finished lecturing me about “the evils of pornography”, my idiot father still let me keep my laptop in my room. I just waited until I was sure everyone in the house asleep, and opened up a new tab on Google.

“B-l-a-c-k-e-d-dot-c-o-m” I mumbled as I typed the web address of the website Mr. Smith had recommended to me. I hit enter and was all ready to click on the first result before hesitating for a second. Please don’t be something weird I begged the universe as I clicked on the link.

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes went wide. I was immediately greeted with an image of a beautiful, stunning, gorgeous white woman getting fucked by one of the blackest men I’d ever seen. Her tits were huge and her ass was amazing, but rather than linger on her, my eyes wondered down to the massive black cock penetrating her.

I bit my lip as my penis started getting hard. My heart fluttered a little bit as I scrolled down, interested in seeing more. I soon discovered that all the videos were white women getting fucked by truly amazing black cocks. All the men were dark, muscular, and well hung. “It makes sense Mr. Smith likes this site” I whispered, not thinking about the fact I liked it too.

I kept scrolling down until I found a black man that looked a lot like Mr. Smith, and opened the video. Without thinking, my right hand traveled down my smooth, flat stomach until it reached my nearly hairless penis. The preview for the video was only about a minute, but that was all I needed to cum. My penis spat out a huge load while my eyes watched, fixated on the rhythmic pumping of a big black cock.

I let the hot load of cum collect on my stomach, and decided to watch another video. I watched two more one minute previews and came two more times. The third time barely any cum came out, so I decided to clean up and go to sleep.

As I closed my eyes, visions of black cocks played in my head. Then Mr. Smith’s words rang through my mind like a bell “I’ll ask you about it tomorrow.”