I will admit to liking a certain amount of sexual humiliation at the hands of big-dick-loving sistas. I'll also cop to having a psychological complex with regard to my comparative lack of size. I'm sure this stems from the realization--after having been told by several black women that my legitimately 7" member falls into their highly subjective medium-small range of dick sizes--that I didn't have a big one. The expectation that sistas usually have, that a black man of my height and shoe size (6' 6¾" & U.S. size 16 respectively) would be more generously endowed also plaid a part in the formation of my somewhat masochistic kink. I didn't like it at first. However, I have grown to love the idea of my woman lusting for, and struggling to accommodate, a much longer and fatter dick than my own. I love to hear sistas talk about how much they prefer bigger dicks, especially when I'm face-down in their pussies. I even like to hear sistas say things like "fuck me with that little dick" while we're having intercourse. The point of all of this is that I like this stuff solely as it applies to a sista. If you throw another man into the mix, such as in watching my woman get fucked, then the horniness that I experience through sexual humiliating at the hands of sistas, would turn to anger, and probably violence.
The man for whom my wife eventually divorced me, according to her, had an 11" dick. He was also 19 years old. This, of course, pissed me off to no end. However, the inconcealable look of lust on her face when she told me how she first found out that that short bastard had a, and I quote, "monster dick," drove me to distraction. She was literally squirming in the passenger seat of my car as she told me that this guy was her man now, and that they had been fucking all day, right up to the point when she decided to come tell me what was going on.
Her friend Lisa, a fat butterball of a bitch who, I am happy to report is now rotting in her grave as I type this, invited him over to meet Debra when she was over at Lisa's house playing cards. According to Debra, after the card party broke up, she, Lisa, Lisa's boyfriend and this other guy were the only ones remaining at the house. The guy apparently sat on the couch next to Debra and flirted with her until late in the evening. When Lisa and her boyfriend went off to bed, she called Debra (I almost used her real name) into the hallway and handed her one of those Magnum XL condoms. Debra didn't refuse it. She said that as she sat on the couch with this asshole, she noticed that he had large hands for such a short man. For reasons that I don't fully understand--as my hands are much larger than this clown's--this made her think that he would have a huge dick. A short while later, she confirmed her suspicions, when--either he or she, I'm not sure who--pulled it out and she played with it until it grew to its full length in her hands. He fucked her that same night on Lisa's couch, and apparently the second that he got all of that dick inside of her, he owned her pussy.
Not a year later, she had grown tired of him. He, being young and a bit of a dullard, didn’t take it too well, and had a fit. He broke a lot of her things and made some rather reckless threats. Then she called me. I’m not going to go into any details which still might be able to land me behind bars. Suffice it to say that at one point he was hanging upside down from the second storey porch of a two-family flat, and thereafter he got the hint and left her alone.
I say all of this to point out that while there is no limit to the amount of shit that I will take from a black woman, I have no tolerance for any sort of affront from another man. True, some random big-dicked nigga might fuck my woman, but that’s because she wants that. It’s not because, as it almost always is on the Internet, that I am in any way intimidated. The second that my ex-wife turned me loose on the guy, for whom she left me, I put the fear of god in him.
In my previous post, I mentioned having gone down on a woman who had just been fucked. It has occurred to me since writing that post, that the omission of certain facts makes it seem like I might have eaten her cum-filled pussy. Ewww. In point of fact, when I knelt at the foot of her preposterously rococo canopied bed, I saw a used condom in her wastepaper basket. Moreover, she showered before I returned to her house. I love to eat a sista’s sore pussy, but as to the subject of cream-pies, thanks but no thanks.