I'm not sure if telling this will end up in some legal trouble or even the possibility of jail, but enough time has passed and it was only a local scandal. If it had been picked up nationwide, I probably wouldn't continue writing this. Perhaps, I had better start from the beginning.
My names Kathy and at the time, I was living with (who I believed to be) my soulmate Dave. We were together for almost five years in two different stints. First in High School and then again a decade later. We fell in love all over again though I believe the love never stopped. We were the new and improved couple that we were in High School and we both openly admitted that our searching or dating was over because we found each other. And soon we would marry and live happily ever after.
Well, things never go as planned, do they. Dave had gotten us into a sexual lifestyle that was unknown to me, but I went along with everything Dave suggested. And it was hot. First it was flirting with strangers in bars or anywhere really. With Dave by my side it developed into flashing strangers than even making out with some guys in our car. Dave would love it as he would take pictures and we would make love all night long, going through those hot pictures.
Then Dave introduced BBC to our games and the level of sexiness went through the roof! We purchased real life-like black dildo's and toys that we used alongside the movies and DVD's of filthy interracial porn and I was hooked fast! I began to love everything about BBC and Dave would say its just a matter of time before I will be experiencing the real thing! This stayed in the back of my head and the anticipation was getting to me. I would ask Dave (over and over) if he's sure we should take this to the next level because it was already going well and we could just keep it at this level forever. Plus, who knows what might happen afterwards and he reassured me (over and over) that everything would be fine and nothing can stop us.
This was all his doing! I never even thought of black guys or BBC's before Dave started bringing them into our bedroom through all the stories, video's and BBC online sites. My parents weren't really racist but they would disown me if they new I was secretly playing with and lusting after BBC. All my girlfriends too! The girls at work...all of them would just die. They have their prim and proper, country club lives and would completely freak if they saw my toy collection. Maybe they were all racists, I don't know.
A couple months later, we had progressed to an actual meeting with a BBC. We went on all the nasty BBC chatlines and interracial dating sites and Dave put an ad up and we waited to see if there was any interest and I was shocked at just how much interest there was! Which was so hot that Dave and I couldn't even get through them all because we would attack each other after reading only a a few of them. They were so hot! If I thought (before) that we could just go on like this without having any actual BBC contact, that sure changed that night. All the fantasy had become real with actual men with names and voices and dirty, dirty wants. And they all wanted ME!
So we went on to meet one black man and I wish I could go into detail of what we did but it turned out to be the single worse day of my life with Dave freaking out. He went from taking pictures and video and even masturbating to the action...to a jealous lunatic who threw the guy out and broke us up right on the spot! And he threw me out of the apartment and I had to go back to my parents in a complete haze of what the hell just happened. My parents were shocked as well. I would call and call Dave and he wouldn't answer any of my thousand calls. I was so hurt and out of my mind that I couldn't see that he obviously couldn't handle what he created and I had to pay for all that.
Just as I was coming to this realization and I thought the worst was behind me, Dave made it a point to let everyone know his version of what happened and with accompanying photos! Even my parents! He told everyone that he had suspicions that I had started cheating on him with a black guy and the pictures are from one night when he came home early and caught me with my black lover. Nobody believed me. Because my side was just as bad. That my boyfriend had gotten me into this kinky lifestyle and I met up with a BBC to fuck. Much better. I was holding no cards and pretty much let Dave paint this picture of me around town. I fell into a deep whole of depression and guilt and anger. I had to get out of there.
Two months later, I left all that behind me and got a nice apartment near the woods with mountains and a lake and nice people...even got a job at the local market within five minutes! Things were looking bright. Quite lonely, but it was a new start and I was on the road to better days. One thing for sure...As the smoke was clearing from my last sexual experience, I began to finally THINK about my last sexual experience and how incredibly hot and insane it was, right up to the part where asshole ex through his little fit. I remember holding that big black cock in my hand for the first time. Bringing it to my lips and kissing the dripping black cockhead. Tasting how sweet his pre-cum was. When he put his hands in my hair and guided my mouth up and down his fat black cock. The scent that was intoxicating. His big sagging black balls that I took in my mouth like I've been doing it all my life when in reality, I've only done a handful of times. With the lack of a man in my life at the present, these dirty memories were getting me through my lonely nights.
It was becoming an obsession again. I was rubbing myself to climax three times a day with thoughts of black cocks and black men and being taken and used and death to my ex. No, I never thought of the asshole again. One thing I knew I needed...my toys! Within three working days my package arrived at my front door from my latest online purchase. Delivered in an unmarked box. Better days have definitely arrived. Some people just have the worse luck!
I was driving around, trying to familiarize myself with my new neighborhood when I could hear sirens in the distance. I haven't even seen a police car since I've been up here. I was already at a stop light so, I couldn't move and just waited for the commotion to go by. Looking through my side view mirror, I see a police car attempting the pit maneuver on the vehicle it was chasing, only the move sent both cars into a violent turn over crash and it happened so close to me! I was just staring through my little mirror not knowing what to do. All of a sudden, a black man with a gun gets in the passenger side of my car and has an enormous sized pistol pointing at my face and tells me, "Drive! Now bitch!" I was still in shock as I floored the gas pedal and almost wrecked through the intersection. Another two or three police cars approached just as we sped by.
I was terrified and tears started to run down my face as the gravity of the situation was becoming clear. I asked where did he want to be dropped off and he yells back at me, "Drop me off? They're gonna be everywhere looking for me bitch! Take me to your place, fast and shut up and let me think! Those fucking pigs were trying to kill me!" I asked him what did he do and he jabbed the gun in my side and told me to drive and shut up again.
When we parked behind my building a few blocks away, I was sure someone would see us and hopefully call the police because neighbors have always been out when I parked. He jabbed the gun back in my side and grabbed a good amount of hair in the other hand and demanded I take us quickly to my place. As we're walking by other apartments we can hear every television echoing the live broadcast of the scene I just left. That's why no one noticed us walking by. As soon as we were in my apartment, he put the gun in his belt and grabbed the remote to watch the same live broadcast. But he didn't let go of my hair. The news reporter was giving me some good information about my abductor as he held me up close to him and he inadvertently kept pulling my hair back tighter.
Flashed across the screen: Suspect Escaped From Courtroom Downtown, Beat a guard and stole his gun, possibly has hostage and has a very violent background of gangs and drug dealing and is a suspect in two other murders. To which he kept saying, "Lies, lies. Their gonna fry me if they catch me." I didn't realize he was just talking to himself. I thought he was talking to me so when I asked him why are they saying these things if they're not true, he got real angry and said, "Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up! Damn white girls never listen! But you're gonna learn to listen to me bitch!"
I know I should have been really scared, but I wasn't. For the first time of this terrifying, horrible situation.....I wasn't feeling like a victim. Something about his hunger for everything really, was affecting me differently. I'm sure he hasn't been with a woman in some time. I could feel his breathing on my neck. All my fantasies lately were almost identical to what was really happening! Then when he said, " I should give you a good spanking like your daddy had to give you hundreds of times when you were a little bitch, Cuz you a disrespectful girl.....always mouthing off and in trouble.....huh girl..."
I knew my response right there, at that moment...could define this entire adventure. Could change how he handles things from here on in. Or handles me. "I wasn't always in trouble. I was a good girl most of the time." Then he let go of my hair. Allowing me to move my head and turn to look at him. Neither of us said a word. Our eyes spoke in volumes. Even slightly smiling to one another. The impossible connection was made! Which was instantly broken by the sirens driving right by my apartment and skidding tires. Then more sirens. It sounded like a manhunt was definitely the order of the day.
