Note- This is totally fictional and has no basis whatsoever in the truth.
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"I can't stand black guys. I would never touch one. It's gross."
These were the very words that wealthy heiress Paris Hilton famously uttered as a drunken teenager. Now she was a mature thirty something the successful media personality and model was besotted by those of a darker complexion. In a complete about face Paris admitted to Gwyneth Paltrow that she had uncovered a desperate need to be submissive to black men. And not just one at a time but several.
"I've had a pretty good sex life, but in recent years the men I dated all seemed to have small dicks and no stamina. Also, it always seemed to fall on me to be the dominant one, and I really wished to be used and abused for a change. I did some online research and the more I looked, the more I got turned on by powerful and beefy black males."
Paris looked around at the other women in the group and waited for a reaction. Jennifer Aniston appeared bored and Jessica Alba gave her a look of abject disgust. Megan Fox seemed more interested and pricked up her ears.
"I think I understand." Said Gwyneth who sat separately from the others and peered at Paris with a sympathetic smile.
She had designated herself to be an ear to those like celebrities hooked on casual sex and harbouring pent up frustrations. Gathered in Gwyneth's lavish home in the Hamptons the group of slightly nervous celebrities had first listened to the plight of Jessica Alba and were now hearing from Paris Hilton.
"Being the heiress to such an iconic dynasty as the Hilton family you've been brought up in an exclusive white society, which is less accepting of blacks. So, you're now eating from the forbidden tree so to speak. Who was your first interracial fuck?"
"One day I went to see a movie by myself in the afternoon and I sat in the dark theatre at the back. There were only a few others in attendance and I kept looking at this one black man who looked about thirty. He caught my eye several times and then moved to my row of seats. I instantly got up and moved to the middle away from him. Then the light of the movie screen became bright in a outdoor scene and it reflected on the guy."
Paris crossed her legs as she recalled what happened next.
"He scared me somewhat and this only heightened my sexual awareness. I then noticed that he had dropped his pants and was jerking off as he stared at my loose blonde hair. His big cock was thick and firm in his fist as he rubbed himself to full erection."
"Give me ten bucks and you can suck it. I know you want to. You got that look in your eye."
"He was right as I found myself completely mesmerized by his huge log of a cock. I inched closer to him and his musky odour hit my nose and my pussy trickled in my panties. I fished out a ten dollar bill which he whipped out of my trembling hand."
"Thanks, now come here, bitch!"
"He put his rough hand behind my head and yanked me down to his exposed groin. I put my mouth onto his cock head and inhaled as I started to suck it. I gagged when he pushed up into my mouth and began to rock on his seat. I had to tilt my head up or else he would have forced himself down my throat. I held his shaft at the root and licked and sucked him at my own pace."
"Fucking suck that thing!"
"He tasted different to all the others I have given blow jobs to, more salty and fuller between my lips. I found myself frigging my pussy as I experimented with licking his rigid shaft and using my tongue to flick out at the dark top. Then he surprised me by stiffening in his seat and spraying his thick cum inside my mouth. So much cum that I had to spit most of it out or fucking drown!"
"Yikes!" Exclaimed Jennifer.
"I hightailed it out of there as fast as I could with the guy's laughter ringing in my ears. I got back to my car and sat in my seat with my rabbit vibrator shoved up me until I came hard. All that week I fantasised about being taken and dominated by black men and before I knew it I was fucking every black who came my way. Until last week, when I realised that I had a problem."
"How so?" Asked Gwyneth. "Explain."
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It was coming up to the fourth anniversary of Prince, whose music I adored, and I wanted to pay my respect by recording a song I had written at his home studio in Paisley Park. I flew to Minneapolis and met up with his estate management and secured a date of recording. The song is called 'Juicy Prince' which is what he was in my eyes.
The place is quite hard to find and I eventually rolled up in my rented Chevy Camaro SS Convertible and met up with the security guys at the entrance. They were all black guys built like body builders in neat purple suits and shades. I found them fascinating as they ushered me inside the mansion.
I spent three hours laying down some vocals to the pre-recorded backing track and I was pleased with the playback. I was taken to one part of the house where I was served with a meal of a corn and bacon salad.
"How you doing, Miss Paris?"
I looked up to see a very large black man whose broad shoulders nearly ripped out the threads of his suit.
"Brad? How are you?"
The six foot plus ex-model joined me and shook my hand. His fist was twice the size of mine and I felt a thrill surge through me. Brad and I had modeled together in Los Angeles some time before and he had been the consummate professional.
"How did you wind up in Minnesota?" I asked as I sipped on a diet soda.
I looked into his big brown eyes and I nearly swooned at his chocolate complexion.
"I'm from Saint Paul. When I heard my man Prince had died I just had to come here."
"That's nice."
"Everyone who works here loved the guy. You wanna say hi to my team?"
"Why not?"
Brad led me by the elbow to a secluded part of the mansion where he introduced me to some of the permanent employees.
"Take a seat. This is Jordan, Chris and Tony."
I sat opposite the smiling men who seemed like giants to little old me. My inner desires to be gang banged by several well hung black men had hit an all time peak as I ogled the beautiful ones.
"Hi."
As Brad spoke my mind wandered and I imagined all four of them taking me roughly and fucking me shitless. I gazed at Chris who seemed to be the youngest and I peered into his cute face and puppy eyes. I had on a Summer dress and boots and I consciously crossed my bare legs to display ample thigh in his direct view. My loins were becoming quite heated and my panties must have been sopping as I grew more and more aroused.
"Would you like a tour of the place?" Asked Brad.
"Sure thing. You can all come too if you like." I said and motioned to the others.
