Chapter 1

 

I've never told this story to anyone before. It happened almost twenty years ago long before I was married. For some reason I feel compelled to tell it now. My Name is Alice Morton and I'm a black cock slut. This is the story of how it begun.

He was a bad man. As stupid as I am, I knew he was bad but there was some kind of weird attraction. His name was Willard Jones but everybody called him Black Oz.

Black Oz was at least twenty years older than my nineteen but whatever it was, it was there. He was big and tough looking and as black as midnight. Oz was the warehouse foreman where I was working for the summer. They made and sold wholesale drugs. I worked in the office but my duties took me to the warehouse several times a day.

Every time I went there I could almost feel his dark eyes watching me. Being watched by Black Oz was not as creepy as I thought it would be. The warehouse gang was mostly black men with a few white guys and one or two Hispanics. There were no women of any race and their language was rough and often raw.

Fuck was a forbidden word in my home but all the men at the warehouse used it a lot. Fuck this or fuck that and mostly fuck you. They used the F word as a noun, a verb, an adjective and I suppose as everything. It was funny but I didn't find "fuck" as offensive as I should have. I found myself thinking about it a lot. I told my boss to get fucked a lot but under my breath.

I had to go to the warehouse to check inventory numbers for shipments. I was warned when I started to not engage any of the men in conversation. Marge, who was the old woman in charge of the office, told me that they were a mean bunch and if I encouraged them they would rape me.

I found ignoring them hard to do because Black Oz would always greet me and it would have been rude to take no notice of him. I responded to his good mornings and I always told him I was fine when he inquired how I was. I was raised without racial prejudice and I was taught good manners.

My boyfriend and I broke up just before summer vacation begun. I tell that so it might explain why I dressed as I did. I was horny and I deliberately dressed provocatively. Okay, I was teasing the men in the warehouse.

I made it a point to arrive at the warehouse unannounced so I could overhear their comments about me. I heard such things as:

"I wonder what Alice looks naked?" "I'll bet she would look good sitting on my cock." "Hell, she would look good sitting on my face." "She ain't wearing a bra today." "I wonder if she has a hairy snatch." "I wonder if she ever had any black cock in her cunt." And things like that. I found their nasty talk exhilarating and exciting.

One day a couple weeks after I started working there I went to the warehouse to check the billing invoice against the shipping manifest. Black Oz insisted I sit at his old beat-up desk to do my work. Oz left me alone to work. As I compared the data I happen to notice one of the drawers was open a bit. I glanced in and saw a small magazine. I was nosy so I opened the drawer and got a good look at the magazine. The writing on the cover said. "White Sluts for Black Cocks". There was a picture of a young while woman with a giant black penis in her. She was smiling at the camera. I opened the book after glancing around to make sure I was alone.

At that time in my life I wasn't a virgin and I didn't consider myself a prude however I found the photographs in the magazine to be disturbing. The men's...members, I guess you call them, were all huge. Much larger than any penis I had ever seen.

I had heard about anal sex but had never experienced it. It seemed to me and many of the women in the magazine were having anal sex and from their expressions most of them liked it. The women all seemed to like sucking on the big ebony rods. Some even seemed to enjoy having sperm on their face.

I closed the drawer, finished my task and left without seeing Black Oz again that day. After that day I found my dreams were all erotic and most involved sex with black men. My daydreams were not much different.

I found myself wondering if Black Oz had a penis as large as the ones in the magazine. For some reason I can't define, I found that I was dressing even more provocatively to tease the warehouse crew. One day, on impulse, I stopped in the restroom and removed my bra before going to the warehouse.

That was a bigger deal than you might think. For one reason I have rather large breasts and very prominent nipples. Another thing is my blouse was rather sheer that day.

"Morning, Alice," Black Oz said when I went up onto the loading dock. "Nice to see you so bouncy this morning." He was right. My boobs were bouncing around a lot and I was sure that was what he meant. Also, I couldn't help but notice that the moment I spotted Oz my nipples became hard. I knew my nipples were clearly on display.

As usual Oz insisted I use his desk so that was where I sat to do my work. I noticed that nearly the whole crew made some excuse to come by the desk. Suddenly in the midst of all that, I had a sudden thought. Why was I teasing and displaying myself? Did I want to have sex with Black Oz? Or did I want sex with any of the warehouse workers?

The answers to all those questions came to me. Clearly I wanted to have sex with somebody. After the crew had all came by the desk once they got busy elsewhere so I opened the drawer and saw that the magazine was gone.

"It's in the next drawer down," Oz's voice said. I whirled around and there he stood. I didn't panic. I looked at him and said I had no idea what he was talking about. "That fuck book," he said and smiled at me. "That was what you were looking for. It's in the second drawer. You can take it with you when you leave, if you want. Just bring it back when you get through with it."

He got a clipboard from the rack and left me. I knew my face was flaming red because I could feel the heat. For a few moments I sat still but I had to see. I opened the second drawer and the old worn magazine had been replaced by a larger, thicker and glossier one. The picture on the cover was not as graphic as the other magazine had been. I flipped through the book and saw that while the cover was tame the contents were not.

Inside the book were hundreds of pictures of white women having sex with black men. I had already been out of the office too long so I put the book in my accordion file-folder and left the warehouse. I could feel the eyes of the men on the dock watching me as I left.

I stopped at my car and locked the book in the trunk of the car before I went in the office. I knew Marge would see that I wasn't wearing a bra and make some comment so I stopped at the restroom and put my bra back on.

I suppose it was an assertion of my independence or some such foolishness but that summer I was living in an apartment over my parent's garage. Since they couldn't see me as I went up the stairs to the garage apartment I didn't have to sneak the book in.

I didn't actually time it but I must have spent at least ten hours lying on my bed masturbating while I looked at the nasty book. Along with the color photos there were stories supposedly written by white women who enjoyed interracial sex.

Over the next few days I nearly wore that book out. My fingers got a bit tired, too. I briefly considered keeping the book. What could Black Oz do if I didn't return it? He couldn't report me, could he?

After a long hot weekend I did take the book back. I planned on slipping it back in the drawer without Black Oz seeing me but that didn't work. He caught me.

"Did you enjoy the book, Alice?" he asked.

"I...It was interesting, Oz," I stammered.

"Yeah, it's pretty good," he said smiling at me. "Did you Jill-off a lot?"

"What? I don't know what you mean?" I demanded feeling the heat in my face.

"Men Jack-off and gals Jill-off," he said. "Finger-fuck yourself in other words? Do you use one finger or more?"