suze-teacher

I posted this story, but the thread got deleted. Here it is, it will tell you more about me:

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"Violence is wrong. But sometimes we need to understand how hard it is being a young black man in a white man's world. This triggers aggression in them from a deep seated perception of how the cards are stacked against them.

This actually happened to me recently:

I was at a nightclub and met this young black guy, name Emile. He had what we call in England, the gift of the gab. He made me laugh and was very charming. Anyway we left the nightclub together hand in hand, planning to go back to his place. As we left he got a text message on his phone. After he read it, he looked at me and smiled. He asked me if I fancied a threesome? Apparently his best buddy, Nathan had sent him a text asking him if he got lucky tonight. Seems Nathan has a bad day and needed some cheering up. I took a bit of convincing, but after he showed me a couple of pictures of Nathan on his phone I was sold. Looked like Nathan spent a lot of time in the gym. yummy!.

When we got to this small apartment, Nathan was on the sofa in just his boxer shorts. He wasted no time in stripping me and we were soon having sex in missionary on the sofa.

While having sex with me, Nathan started telling Emile that earlier in the afternoon he had been arrested. But what really got him was that he was stripped searched back at the station. By three white male police officers. He was asked to spread his legs and bend over when being searched. Before being released without charge. He was humiliated, and now he was pissed. After he had told Emile this, he just lost it with me. He started slapping me hard across the face, at least a dozen times, cutting my lip. While calling me names and telling me how much he hated white people. Emile just started laughing. Then Nathan place his hand around my neck and squeezed me harder and harder while really pounding my pussy. His eyes were bulging with hate. Emile finally calmed him down and got him off me. Then he took his turn with me.

Once Emile had given me a good fuck, he said he was leaving and offered to walk me to the bus stop. I said it was fine and I could get home by myself. Once Emile left, I looked over at Nathan. His fists were still clenched and he still looked very angry. I went over and sat next to him and tried to calm him down. Touching him and stroking him, just trying to talk and get through to him. I decided to run him a hot bath, I led him by the hand and we both got in. I rode his cock while we kissed passionately. He is a very good kisser with a real big tongue. He definitely calmed down with me. I spent the night with him.

The next day was Saturday, I decided to stay with Nathan. I spent it cleaning and cooking for him. Obviously he got me to do it naked just in my high heels. He would stick his cock in me every time he got horny. So it was a very stop start process cleaning up his place. That night he took me to a party, he loved having me on his arm. I spent that night in his bed again. I left late Sunday afternoon, after making sure his libido was thoroughly satisfied.

We still see each other. When he has the flat to himself (he lives with his mom, who was away that weekend) he sends me a message calling me over.

Violence is wrong, but there is cause behind it. Very difficult to comprehend unless you are a black man."