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My favorite hookup spot in the Cincinnati area is James Taylor Park in Newport, KY. As a teenager I could ride a bike from my parents house in Covington to Newport in a few minutes. I've hooked up with black men anytime from noon to 4am.

Over many years I figured out that the entire 4 day weekend of the Kool Jazz Festival made it perfect hunting for Big Black Cocks. The straight/bi men would spend several hours enjoying music and partying then travel back to KY horny and needing to release before going to their hotels.

Every year starting on Thursday night I'd shave my face and body, shower, then wear very short but loose shorts and a lightweight t-shirt with Nikes down to the Newport floodwall. At 10 PM guys would start returning to KY where I'd be waiting with a smile. I knew they were walking to their cars or the Travelodge a block from the bridge. The black men I approached were by themselves or in a group of no more than 3 and tipsy with lower inhibitions.

I'd walk up to them and touch their arm or chest and ask, "Sir, do you know what time it is? I was supposed to hookup with my friend but I can't find him." You can just imagine the responses but more often than not they'd invite me to their car, house or hotel room or ask where I planned on hooking up with him and I'd point out a dark spot on top of the floodwall. Thinking back now it really was amazing how almost immediately they'd start rubbing and squeezing my ass or reach in a grab my cock. Every situation was different but I loved the anticipation of playing with Big Black Cocks as I unzipped their pants.

The location didn't matter, cars, restroom, or floodwall they all wanted blowjobs and 50%+ wanted to fuck my ass. In my teens and twenties I could hookup with a dozen Big Black Cocks each night of the Cincinnati Kool Jazz Festival.

My favorite encounter was with a tall 40ish year old black man I met while cruising on the Taylor-Southgate bridge. This guy oozed SEX, he was 6'5", skinny, bald, and dark black skin. As he got closer I bent over as if I were stretching, he stopped and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and began kissing and licking my white phat ass near the end of the bridge walkway in a highly lit area. He pulled up my shorts to my knees and said, "follow me." I followed him about 40 yards to his first floor Travelodge hotel room. Upon entering he told me to undress, he told me I was going to fulfill all his fantasies but after we took a shower together. My first Big Black Cocks were at age 13 but he was the first man to French kiss me. I don't know why but it made my cock hard as a diamond.

After showering he opened the curtains to his hotel room and laid in the middle of his queen sized bed as I hopped inbetween his legs and finally began sucking his Big Black Cock. He grew to a thick 10.5" during his 45 minute blowjob. He told me to get on my hands and knees and hang my ass off the end of the bed which I did eagerly. Sidi knelt on the floor and began to slowly eat my ass while jacking me off with his left hand that was full of lube. It wasn't long before I was shooting cum all over his comforter and hand. He took my cum and leftover lube and began finger fucking my ass. He added more lube to his massive Big Black Cock and slowly began working it into my white phat ass. It took almost ten minutes but he eventually got "balls deep" in my ass. Once he got "balls deep" he began to slowly withdraw his Big Black Cock then slam in all the way in, he repeated this and made me beg him for more. Begging him to fuck me only excited him more and he began to pound my ass hard, he pushed me forward on the bed and laid back down in the middle of the bed and told me to ride his Big Black Cock. I slowly impaled myself on him, once I was all the way down he began to pull my ass cheeks apart and slam fuck me. He lifted me off his Big Black Cock and told me to lay flat on my stomach. I heard him talking but couldn't understand him with his strong accent. He put his hand around my throat while laying on top of my and pounding my boipussy for all it was worth. I could tell by his breathing that he was about to CUM and he yelled loudly as he unloaded a quart of blackseed into my ass.

Sidi again began talking and when I looked there were several guys standing outside the window of his hotel room watching us fuck. He opened the door and two other black men entered the room and paid Sidi some cash. They were all from Senegal and Sidi just took money from his friends to fuck me. Within minutes I was sucking both of the new guys Big Black Cocks while Sidi sat in a chair and watched. Again I was on my knees doggystyle with my ass hanging over the end of the bed getting fucked while sucking a Big Black Cock. Both of Sidi's friends had shot cum into my ass when he was told by the manager to close the d****s or he'd call the police. Sidi invited those watching into the room and for several hours I was taking anonymous Big Black Cocks.

Sidi began to french kiss me again which surprised me because of all the loads I swallowed throughout the night but he was just getting me horny as fuck. Sidi then lubed his Big Black Cock and laid in the center of the bed and pulled me back onto him, he slowly fucked me while his buddy from Senegal got behind us and began pushing his Big Black Cock into my ass. He shot lube on me and stuck the head of his Big Black Cock into my ass causing me to orgasm uncontrollably all over Sidi's chest. I'm almost sure that I passed out from the intensity but somehow when I lifted my head back upright my mouth was invaded by Big Black Cocks. My body was jello at about 2 am but I think a few of the other guys used my ass for their fantasies as well. I had never been double fucked in my ass until that night but over the years my mouth and ass have fulfilled numerous fantasies for black men and I love it.

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my girlfriend was 27 as i was . we had a very strong sexual relationship and were very close to one another .one night we went out too a local festival where we drank in the local pub had a great night beer was good and she looked great i must say .she had very nice tits short brown hair and in fairness was one very attractive looking girl.with saying that we enjoyed our night and decided to head back to her mother place then as we were walking up too the house we started too kiss it was a...

The Arts Festival

Sasha awoke to the sound of her husband brushing his teeth. She tuned over in their soft, warm bed and curled the blanket around her hands and pulled them to her face. The bathroom door was open enough to allow her to see him standing in front of the mirror and the twisting motion of his body as he moved his hand back and forth. She was comfortable with him. Sasha knew his body and felt she knew his thoughts. They had been married long enough that Sasha knew what he would say before he said it...

The Festival

The FestivalLou looked up over his text book at his sister Trine, who was kneeling on all fours on the table in front of him, shivering slightly as she was only wearing her panties. Her B cup breasts hung down, gently trembling and her softly curvaceous thighs pickled with Goosebumps in the chill of the kitchen.Standing up, Lou approached his sister with a large flensing knife in hand. Their parents Beth and John watching with neutral expressions as he reached under her to grasp a nipple,...

All Jazzed Up Pt 1

Introduction: Daddys little angel is an angel no more… Slurping my soda and spinning around in Daddys favorite chair until I was dizzy always made me feel happy. Happier than I was at home, at least. His office was my safe haven, my place to relax and get away from it all. For three years, I had been referring to it as my second home. My name is Jasmine Carter, but you can call me Jazz. My daddy is Jay Carter, owner of Carter Estates, in New York City. We live in a quiet suburb in Manhattan. My...

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