A Man has Needs

First, let me preface by saying this is a repost from my time on here before, so I apologize if you've already read it, but for anyone new to it, please enjoy. Second, I'd like to thank TinyTim for helping me secure some of my old works that would have otherwise been lost. Appreciate the support, my man.

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I never used to think about it at all. But it's addictive, maybe more than addictive, it's like an obsession. I mean, all guys get horny, that's just a fact of life, but they don't go around thinking about porn every second of the day. At least I know I didn't. That is, until recently. I'd been married for 24 years, and while I love my wife, I can't help but get a little... bored. We'd still have sex, though much less frequently than when we were young, but it's the equivalent of having your favorite food on the menu day in day out. No matter how much you enjoy it, you're not going to want it every single day. The same goes for looking at porn online, eventually your favorites start to get dull, and you need to branch out to find something to get the motor running at full speed again. I decided to check the top trending list on my favorite porn site, and hovering near the top was a category I'd always just sort of skipped over... interracial.

I'd want to say it started off innocently enough, but that's hardly the best way to describe watching people fuck on video while you crank one out. It was late, my wife and daughter were already asleep, and I was safely locked away in my private office, pants down, tissues at the ready. The web link had directed me to a pretty big interracial site called Conversion Kings, and it didn't hold back even slightly, which made me extremely glad I had an earbud in. As soon as I arrived, I was greeted with a promo video filled with screaming orgasmic faces. White girls, Asians, Latina, of all age ranges being fucked by any number of savage looking black men, sometimes so many, it looked like a writhing black mass with fair legs sticking out, toes curled in ecstasy. I had never really been into the whole gang bang thing, as I usually just pictured myself doing the fucking, but there was something so cruel and disrespectful about it, it definitely got me going.

I also used to tell myself the whole big black cock thing was just some sort of myth, but after what I've seen, it's hard to kid myself about that anymore. Anyway, I was hard as a rock and ready to roll, so I started scrolling through all the free promo videos on offer, loving how fucked up some of the titles were. Shit like, "Got Caught Fucking Daughter, So I Fucked Her Mom Too" or "Another College Dropout Party". It became clear very quickly this wasn't just about sex, but about violation. Cheating, breeding, breaking up marriages, relationships, just completely hell bent on humiliating white men. As a married man, with two daughters, who were now 18 and 21 respectively, the subject matter really hit home. I loved and cherished them more than anything in the world, and to see other people's wives and daughters being fucked, bred and thrown away like trash filled me with a sort of twisted pleasure I'd never experienced before.

Let me not get too far ahead of myself. I settled on a video called "Convincing Her To Cheat in 15 Minutes Or Less", and sat back, slowly jerking myself as I watched the story unfold. I'll be honest, I don't know if it was all staged or what, but here is this black guy, checking out women in a supermarket, and there is just this thick assed mature white woman walking along, grabbing groceries without a care in the world, when he decides he wants her. He rolls up, starts laying on the smoothness, and I'm thinking, there's no way this cheesy bullshit ever works, but somehow she's clearly picking up what he's laying down, flirting back. Her left hand landing on his dark forearm as she laughs at something he just said, big old wedding ring clearly on display, Next thing I know, he's leading her away to a nearby bathroom, and she's sucking his fucking fat black dick as he sits on the toilet.

The whole thing felt surreal. She's whipping her fucking tits out, which he strokes, tugging her nipples slightly, pulling her jeans down around her thighs, her dark purple panties yanked down as she fingers herself... it was fucking hot. I hadn't even gotten to the really good stuff yet, and I had already cum, wiping myself off as I struggled to pause the video. Though I was determined to finish the clip, as I was feeling nearly desperate to see her get fucked, even if I was done jerking off. It was as spectacular as I hoped it would be, her own panties jammed in her mouth as he fucked her doggystyle over the sink, absolutely stuffing the biggest cock I have ever seen inside her as she trembled in pain and pleasure. Her soft tits swinging in the mirror, the hot wet slaps picking up tempo as he utterly destroyed her. I fucking pitied her husband. Thinking how he might come home that night, and casually kiss her, not knowing she had swallowed some strange black guys load in a bathroom earlier that day, and then got fucked completely unprotected until she took another.

That's another thing, and I have to preface this by saying I'm not gay, or bi, or any other ridiculous sexual preference people have made up these days, but I was genuinely impressed by the amount of sperm this guy was able to produce. My wife has sucked my dick before, only ever swallowing a couple times, which I could tell grossed her out, usually just telling me to cum on her tits instead. But this guy came so much, and so hard, he practically filled her mouth. But she didn't spit it out, no, she just tipped her head back and swallowed it all like some sort of greedy, depraved slut, practically licking her lips afterward like he had just fed her fucking ambrosia. Once the video was over, I had to sit there for a couple minutes in the dark, really digesting what I'd just watched, not quite ready to return to bed with my loving, and thankfully sleeping, wife. I chuckled, amused at what I just found, like a kid with a secret, and called it a day. This was going to be the beginning of something big, but at the time, I didn't know how big it would get.

After that day, I was already hooked. Every time I felt the urge, I was back on there, watching another fair skinned beauty getting absolutely destroyed by BBC. Teens, twenty something, wives, daughters, married, single, it didn't fucking matter, they all gave it up for the black man. This went on for months before I finally started to realize how big my problem was. My wife and I had gone out to dinner together, just her and I, the usual date night affair a lot of married couples basically force themselves to do. I don't want to act like I hated it, I didn't, as I said, I do love her. But she had downed her share of wine, and was feeling a bit randy, so once we got home, it was a short trip to the bedroom to get things kicked off. I had been drinking a bit too, but I had to drive, so it was a mild buzz, and I remember everything very clearly. We were kissing and she pushed me back on the bed, kicking her flats off, pulling her blouse off over her head, crawling up between my legs with just her bra and jeans on. She gave me the usual bedroom eyes, unzipping my pants and pulling my dick out, putting it in her mouth, slowly sucking it to life.

But that was the problem, I was having a hard time getting started. I know I'm in my forties now, but that's a little too soon in life to be having erectile dysfunction. I could tell she knew something was wrong, trying her best to get me going, so I did what came naturally, closed my eyes and started trying to turn myself on. That was the first time I pictured it. That she wasn't sucking MY dick, but instead, sucking the dick of some well hung black stranger, the lips I'd kissed a thousand times betraying me and sucking him harder, faster and more enthusiastically than she'd ever treated my cock. It worked, fast. My dick finally reaching it's admittedly limited potential, her hot moist breath caressing my sensitive head as I envisioned her struggling to take my faceless, imaginary black man's cock into her mouth, and before I knew it, I was cumming. She wasn't expecting it, as I don't normally cum that quickly, or hadn't up to that point, coughing and gagging as a weak splash hit the back of her throat. She quickly climbed off the bed, spitting it into a tissue, shaking her head before softly warning me to "warn her next time.".

We didn't end up having sex afterward. I wrote off as having had too much to drink, which wasn't true, but she HAD, so she bought it, and went to brush her teeth and crawl into bed. I snuck off later that night, back to the office, back to the pale light of my computer to jerk off while I watched black men fuck their choice of white girls. But this time, I only listened, closing my eyes again and picturing it was my wife instead. I could almost picture it unfolding like a story. Being away at work, maybe late, when a group of rough looking black men came by the house under some false premise or another, smoothly and easily convincing her to cheat on me, not with just one of them, but all four. Fucking her mouth as they passed her around like a cigarette, before stripping all her clothes off, and having dicks fatter and blacker than she had ever imagined crushing their way into her ass and pussy, making her scream in agonizing pain and pleasure, her lightly tanned legs sticking up from the writhing mass of blackness, her toes curling, just like I'd seen. I came harder than I had in quite some time, though it still wasn't anything like the guys on screen. It would never be.

Our sex life really suffered after that. Truthfully, we hadn't had sex in months, and I needed an excuse, so I told her that I was having issues with ED. While that isn't technically true, I genuinely can't seem to get it up without picturing some sort of interracial liaison anymore. Which is where things started to escalate again. See, I had already started fantasizing about my wife getting fucked by black men, but now I was picturing other women in my life, starting with one of my female coworkers. She was always a little bit of a looker, but nothing too outstanding. A nice body, fat tits, with the sort of bright eyes that make you want to cum on her face. She was a single mom, which all of us knew, but none of us particularly cared about, except for the assumption that she must not be able to hold down a man. Anyway, she had come by my office to ask a question about the meeting we had coming up, and whether or not I thought they might be able to push it back since she had to do something with, or about, her kid.

She hadn't even finished talking, but I started picturing it... her going home to her dingy little apartment, her kid still at school, or maybe with a grandparent for whatever reason, when there's a sudden knock at the door. She goes to see who it is, but the second she cracks it open, they push their way inside, the same imaginary group of black men that had fucked my wife, this time eager for HER pussy, which they were going to have no matter what. They pull all her clothes off in a matter of seconds, her pale white body on full display as they take her to the floor, spreading her legs, two of them holding each leg up while another moves between them. She's scared, but also excited, her pussy being stretched apart as the first one stuffs himself inside, her body barely able to take all of his dark dick in. They take turns, one after another, fucking her senseless, sweat dripping down her face as she screams out in orgasm, each one pumping a load inside her completely unprotected. Better still, she's absolutely pregnant, this time with a black baby.

"So, do you think that'd be okay?" she had said, cocking her head slightly.

I smiled, picturing her belly swollen with the product of her violation, and told her "It's worth a shot.".

She smiled back and left, not knowing the story that had played out in my head that day, and nearly every day since then. Picturing her practically kept like an animal, a chained collar the only thing she's allowed to wear in front of her black masters, as she's bred over and over again, her white child forgotten as she births black baby after black baby. I fucking loved it. Of course, she's not the only one. Random women I saw on the street, maybe waiting in line, or walking to their car, I pictured them being hunted down and violated by black men. Their husbands left shattered and alone, relationships ruined, their kids abandoned, college dreams all but forgotten, dropping out of high school to raise the new baby... I had so many erections, I felt like a teenager again. But, it gets worse. Next thing I know, I'm on social media, looking up different women I know, finding the best solo picture of them to masturbate to while I picture their black defilement. My wife's sister, her friends, my own friends wives... I'd watched all of them blacked in my head. But that's when I hit a new low, looking at my daughters friends profiles. They were all young (but legal), perky, fresh faced, full of hope for the future... just the sort of target a black man should conquer.

Some of them had been to my house before, and I'm not blind, I noticed them to some extent, but I never really thought about it. But as I looked over their uploaded pictures, I could see them clearly in my minds eye, stripped, exposed, ready to be black bred. One of the best shots, was a group photo, all of them smiling so brightly, a few of them still wearing braces. I could see it already... all of their clothes discarded and forgotten, positioned all around the room, bent over, legs up, perky young tits exposed, every single one of them having their precious white pussy dominated by a black man. One of my daughters oldest friends, Anna, having her face fucked, strong black hands using her pigtails for leverage as he crushes every inch of his cock down her throat. Lisa, having her ass violated for the first time in her life by a nigger cock as thick as her wrist. I could practically hear the cacophony of wet slaps, screams and moans of pleasure, and angry male grunts, as they fucked every one of them into submission, a whole group of pretty young white girls used like nothing but fuck holes.

I think that's the thing that turns me on the most. The violation. I knew some of these girls, knew some of their parents. The idea that all their college dreams would be completely shattered as they were left pregnant with some strangers black children, how they would forsake their pathetic white boyfriends, spend the rest of their lives serving black men, a whole generation of white girls pumping out a new black one. I could practically picture Anna's dad Frank with his head in his hands, sobbing, knowing his daughter was a worthless fuck toy, and the braces he had paid for? They were currently straddling some strange negro cock as it pumped down his daughters throat. I stared at that group photo for WAY too long, loving every second of it. But as I was scrolling through, what would have been the unthinkable only some months ago happened... I saw a shot featuring both my own daughters, and the sickness crossed my mind again.

My two girls, Wendy, who was 21, and Alice, 18... what about them? I pushed it out of my mind, at least on that particular night, at least at first... but I was broken by that point, and it was going to burst loose. It was Wendy first, all thanks to a picture she posted of her hanging out with a group of friends. All so young, so happy looking, and there amidst the smiling faces was a young black man. But it set me off. Thinking, this is the guy... I'll bet he's fucking my daughter. Didn't just think, hoped he was. It's insane, I know. The daughter I raised, cared for, looked after all her life, and here I was, hoping that this young black man was using and abusing her soft white body, pounding her into submission with his superior black cock, making her taste his seed, cumming all over and inside her. I was completely beyond the pale at this point.

I'd been to her dorm before, knew what it looked like, and it was the perfect stage for yet another fantasy. I could see them, stumbling in the door after a night out, no longer just friends as he groped her, her tongue wrestling in his mouth. How he would command her to strip out of her clothes, her favorite grey t-shirt cast aside, her small but perky white tits bouncing as she dropped to her knees in front of him, completely naked. How he would just sit back, while she sucked his black cock in long loving strokes as he scrolled through her phone, looking for friends of hers to fuck next. How he would cum all over her face and in her soft brown hair before putting her on her hands and knees, mounting her from behind like an animal, the mass of his cock stretching her to her limit. Wendy, my little girl, having her pussy dominated before he came in her completely raw, taking her ass next as she cried from the pain... finally pulling out and cumming all over her bare feet. I came hard again that night, harder than I had in a while. As I caught my breath, I was ashamed, repulsed at myself, but I knew, it was going to be Alice next.

Slim, bookish little Alice, my youngest daughter, not even 18 for 5 months, with her flat brown hair, and her sparkling brown eyes. She still lived at home with her mom and I, I saw her literally every day, and there would be no living with myself once I crossed that line. But of course, I did. I couldn't help myself, not that it's an excuse. It was movie night with the family, but my wife decided to call it a little early, slinking off to bed at the half way mark, leaving me alone with Alice. I didn't do anything to her, I never would, but I had to look. Watching her as she sat there, pajama bottoms and tank top, legs crossed, feet bare, eyes glued to the screen. Whereas she was caught up in the fantastic exploits on the screen, I was enjoying a private show in my head, a couch pillow resting on my lap to hide my most dark and morbid shame.

I pictured her being there alone, my wife and I gone to wherever, when they just walked in, the same group of imaginary black men I'd sicced on my wife. She's confused, eyes scanning the room in fear as she stands up, trying to back away, but her apprehension is just foreplay for them. Laughing, they grab her, throw her over one of their shoulders carrying her upstairs to her bedroom, which they inexplicably know it is. They sweep her stuffed animals all over the floor, tossing her down on the bed, her eyes still panicked as they look at her with lustful eyes and smirking faces.

"What's going on..?" she says, timidly.

They answer by whipping their enormous black dicks out, her hand rising to her face in shock, as they pump them lightly, ready for what comes next. They move in, stripping her clothes off in a matter of seconds, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the end of the bed. Two of them, holding her legs apart, her round white toes disappearing into their mouths as a third man slaps his imposing black dick down over her tight young pussy. The pain is intense as he pushes himself inside her, the remaining men guiding her slim white fingers around their dicks, forcing her to jerk them off. It lasts for hours, as they switch places, every single one of them taking a turn, her will, her mind completely broken, as they convert her into a subservient little slut dedicated to serving the black master race. But it doesn't end there, as dozens of black men line up down the hallway, out the front door, impossibly long, all of them eager and willing to fuck her.

"Everything okay, daddy?" she had asked, looking at me quizzically.