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My name is Alice O'Shea. I am a young Irishwoman, straight from Galway. At the age of twenty, I moved to the United States. I miss my emerald isle dearly. America seems like a nice country. I like it very much. I'm a five-foot-three, 120-pound gal with short blonde hair and pale blue eyes. My skin is milky white, since I shy away from the sun. these days, I work as a mechanic in the city of Boston. I wish I could go to college but I lack the proper funds at this time. Someday I will, though. In the meantime, I intend to have some fun.

I like walking around Boston, especially at night. I don't really fear attackers. I've always been unusually strong, though I don't know why. I can lift twice my body weight. I am not kidding around. I can also run a marathon longer than most people. Strength and stamina have always been my gifts. Passed down to me by my father, Eric O'Shea, Olympic power-lifting and track champion. My mother, Elisabeth Drake O'Shea used to be a professional wrestler, back in the day. I do come from an athletic family and I am fiercely competitive and driven.

I love competing against people of both sexes. I once entered a Women's Arm Wrestling Competition. I faced off against some of the strongest female competitors in the United Kingdom. Nobody thought I would make it. I took first place in the 120-pound weight class, then moved onto the heavier ones. I defeated all of the women in the 140-pound weight class, destroyed them in the 160-pound class and finally captured the top prize, first place, in the 220-pound division. I entered the Men's Arm Wrestling Competition. Many of them didn't take me seriously. They learned real quick how tough I was. I was the only female in the contest, against dozens of men but I did alright. I won fourth place in the Men's 120-pound division. I didn't have much luck afterwards but I got my picture taken with the male champions. I was good. I had earned respect. The media loved it!

Yeah, competition runs strong in the O'Shea line. My brother James O'Shea is a champion Rugby player. He's famous throughout the United Kingdom. I love him. He's a good man. He taught me all about being strong and competitive. My father and my brother are two very special men who are very dear to me. When I told them that I was leaving Ireland to travel to America, they didn't believe me. At first. Later, they accepted it. I came to America, to make a life for myself here. In the eyes of many, I was a champion housed in the body of an ordinary young woman. Unfortunately for them, there was more to me than that. I have a dark side which nobody knows about.

I have a rather unusual fetish. My fantasy is to go out, pick up black men and bring them home to fuck. I really do mean fuck them. I want to bury my strap on dildo into a black man's ass and make him scream. I want to look into his eyes as I slam my strap on dildo deep down into his tight asshole, where the sun doesn't shine. Yeah, that's my secret desire. I see a lot of videos on the Internet featuring hunky black men fucking white women, especially blondes, in all sorts of ways. Hell, I went to a porn site once and watched a large black man sodomizing a skinny blonde woman. The chick's face was contorted in pain, though she tried to smile. Hard to smile with a twelve-inch black dick up your ass. I'd very much like to return the favor and give these well-hung black gentlemen a taste of their own medicine.

I went to the bars, and picked up a sexy black stud named Jason. He was a tall, good-looking man with dark brown skin and pale gray eyes. This sexy man attended a local college and played football. He was a strong guy, too. I saw him with his buddies. He looked real good. I definitely wanted him in my bed, though not the way he wanted. I brought him to a motel. First, I decided to get him in the mood. I kissed him, and we undressed. Playfully, we wrestled on the bed. His strength was greater than mine but I had better technique. Nevertheless, he pinned me.

I looked into Jason's eyes, and smiled. He grinned, then he spread my legs and entered me. With a swift thrust, he buried his long black dick into my pussy. I gasped. It hurt so much! Jason gripped my hips and thrust into me. He fucked me, hard and fast. I groaned and screamed. He continued to fuck me. It felt kind of good, actually. Half an hour later, we had sated our passion and he lay asleep next to me. That's when I got ready to execute my plan. I tied up Jason's hands and feet. I also placed a gag in his mouth. Then, I grabbed my bottle of lube and lubricated his asshole. When I was done, I grabbed my strap on dildo and woke him up.

Jason woke up, and looked around. He seemed disoriented. I smiled wickedly at him. He looked at me, saw the evil look in my eyes and then noticed the dildo. All of a sudden, the super macho black man looked really scared. He couldn't scream, thanks to the gag in his mouth but began to moan like a little punk. I grinned, spread his ass wide open and held him down. Slowly, I placed the dildo against his asshole, and pushed. Jason tried to close his butt cheeks but I was too fast. With a swift thrust, I slammed my dildo into his asshole. The agonized grunt which escaped his lips was music to my ears!

I continued to fuck Jason. He thrashed in his bonds and tried to flee. I wouldn't let him. I flipped him on his back, and looked into his eyes as I fucked him. I wanted him to see me as I fucked him. I wanted this super macho black athlete to know that he was getting fucked in the ass by a white woman with a massive rubber dick. I wanted to make him my bitch. I buried the dildo up his ass. I continued to fuck him until he whimpered. When I pulled out, he lay there, completely and utterly defeated. I smirked, and let myself out.

I walked through the streets. For some reason, the night didn't seem scary anymore. I wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. There were some tough black men out there. I was going to find plenty of them, seduce them and fuck them. I would sodomize them with my strap on and make them hurl. I was going to make them my bitches. Yeah, that's what's up. maybe I should start a website, Blonde Woman Fuck Black Men With Her Strap on!!! Yeah, that would be cool! I bet you plenty of perverts would visit it, and maybe they would line up to get fucked in the ass by yours truly! Oh, and this message to all those black men out there who like to fuck white chicks, be careful. You might get with the wrong white chick and she might screw you, literally!