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Just befo­re I got mar­ried some of my friends kept­tel­ling me Old Man Gets A Hand­job I should “go black”. Then, on my hen night,just befo­re the wed­ding, they spik­ed my drink, got mere­al­ly drunk, and arran­ged for me to be gang­ban­ged byso­me black guys. I should have been angry, but I soon­rea­li­sed that it was the best thing that could have­ever hap­pen to a white bride-to-be.Up until the time I met my hus­band I had very litt­le­ex­pe­ri­ence Video­por­noe­stu­di­an­tes of sex. I’d had some one-night-stands, ofcour­se, with guys I’d met in pubs and night clubs, but­the­se had been very unsa­tisfy­ing becau­se most of them­had brewer’s droop – in fact, more often than not asso­on as they got on top of me they fell asleep theywe­re so pis­sed. It didn’t do much for my confidence.I have never real­ly thought of mys­elf as much of acatch, any­way, becau­se an Eng­lish Sexy Blue Video acci­dent when I was two (mypar­ents sat me in front of an open fire wea­ring­in­flamm­a­ble clothes) left my hands, fore­arms and the­bot­tom half of my face per­ma­nent­ly scar­red. Not badly,but enough to notice.About the only thing that real­ly got me going was onenight when me and my friends went to a reg­gae club andseveral black guys asked me to dance with them. Late­ron they gave me some blow and I got real­ly unin­hi­bi­te­dand let them kiss and gro­pe me one by one on the dance­floor. The­re were about ten of them, and one or two oft­hem stuck their fin­gers up me, but that’s as far as Png Kuap itwent.A few nights later, over a few drinks, my friends­re­min­ded of how wild I had been – at least by my usu­al­stan­dards – and I admit­ted that I had been arou­sed. One­of my friends had mar­ried a black guy, and she­sug­gested I meet one of his friends. I deci­ded aga­in­stit becau­se my father had always told me that if I everb­rought a black man Fake Agent Czech home he would disown me. Which was­stran­ge, becau­se I had never once men­tio­ned black men,and in any case my father didn’t have anything todi­sown me with.I found out later, by the way, that my mother had once­had a fling with a black guy who had got her pregnan­tand dad had paid for the abor­ti­on. Wow! This Chel­sy Sun Porn was such ashock! But me fin­ding this out was a long way in thefuture.Meanwhile, my friends kept try­ing to con­vin­ce me that Ishould try going out with a black guy, and they told methat the­re were several they knew who fan­cied me anddidn’t mind about my hands and the lower half of myface being a litt­le scar­red. They were attrac­ted by mylong wavy gin­ger hair, which grew down to my arse, mygrey eyes, my 38DD bre­asts, my “sti­cky-out arse”, myamp­le “thun­der-thighs” and the fact that when I wen­tout I always wore a short fla­red dress and knee-high­boots (red, white, sil­ver and gold were my favourites).There were times when I felt temp­ted, but always, jus­tas I was about to give in, I resis­ted the temptation,still sca­red, stu­pidly, about my father’s reaction.When I met the man who beca­me my hus­band he was­at­trac­ted by exact­ly the same things that Mia Mil­ko­va the­se black­guys were sup­po­sed­ly inte­res­ted in. May­be the­re was ablack man insi­de him try­ing to get out, alt­hough hecan’t stand reg­gae, rap, hip-hop or anything like that,but he does like jazz and blues. (He got real­ly mad ata black guy one night who clai­med Eric Clap­ton was theworld’s best blues gui­ta­rist. This guy had never even­he­ard of Elmo­re James, one of my husband’s favourites,who was black.)Well, let’s get down to the nit­ty grit­ty. My hen night,which took place the night befo­re I was due to bemar­ried. It was only after­wards that I found out that­what hap­pen­ed that night had Ozbek Par­no been plan­ned by myfriends, in par­ti­cu­lar the one who had a black husband.It was she who sug­gested that on my hen night I wear­t­he same clothes I was going to be mar­ried in – a white­dress, silk at the top with a mul­ti-laye­red nylon skirt­down to the knee, white fish­net sto­ckings andsus­pen­ders, white silk kni­ckers, white Jani­ne Lin­de­mul­der Anal Video lace-up over the­knee boots with kit­ten heels, a white lea­ther blou­son­ja­cket and my wed­ding veil. She also sug­gested the pub­we went to.We went out at about half-seven and after we had a few­vod­ka and tonics black men sud­den­ly star­ted appearingand offe­ring me drinks. They Sex Bomb Girls Sex Video were very socia­ble, asking­me my name, asking me whe­ther I was get­ting married,when, who to, was he white, tel­ling me what a waste,etc, until final­ly one of them asked me into the back­room for a dance.I was pas­sed from one black guy to ano­t­her, and theywe­re very bra­zen, kis­sing me, fee­ling Kid­nap Hot my breasts,rubbing my thighs, pri­sing my kni­ckers asi­de and try­ing­to fin­ger me. It was uncom­for­ta­ble at times, but Iwould be lying if I said I wasn’t tur­ned on. Even­tual­lyI beca­me com­ple­te­ly uninhibited.I found out later that my friends had arran­ged forthe­se black guys to spike my drinks until I was­com­ple­te­ly legless. Then they cal­led for a hire car andI was hel­ped in the­re with five black guys. The carstop­ped out­side a house on an esta­te, and the fiveb­lack guys hel­ped me out.The dri­ver, who was also black, got out too. I wasta­ken up some stairs, fell onto a bed, and remem­ber mykni­ckers being taken down. They didn’t take off­anything Lus­ty Milf else. They just lifted up my skirt and star­ted­to take me. All six of them took me in every hole,coming every time. After about two hours more tur­ne­dup, and I was dim­ly awa­re that my girl­friends were­stan­ding behind them laug­hing at me and egging them on.The fun­ny thing was that my per­so­na­li­ty see­med split –one half of me see­med to be watching what was going on,the other Latex Lisa Ann half was enjoy­ing every second. I think bythe time the tenth or ele­venth guy had finis­hed the“watching” half of me stop­ped func­tio­n­ing and I was­just floa­ting in sexu­al ecstasy.The fact that I was to be mar­ried in a few hours’ timedidn’t even enter my head. My hus­band to be didn’texist. All that mat­te­red was that I was lying ther­ebeing fucked and fucked and fucked and I was having the­mo­st ter­ri­fic orgasms. The­re was pain, yes, but God itwas worth it!We car­ri­ed on until day­light. Long befo­re then I wasta­king an acti­ve part, kis­sing them passionately,caressing and suck­ing their cocks, eating their arses,and let­ting Xxx Semex them take me from behind. They weree­ja­cu­la­ting all over me – over my hair, my veil, myface, my chest, my skirt, my sto­mach, my thighs, myboots, my white silk gloves. It was glo­rious! Right att­hat moment I was deeply, deeply in love with every guy­w­ho was the­re. Cra­zy I know. But right then I would­have mar­ried them all.Finally, at about nine in the morning, after I’d Kut­ty­web Net been­fu­cked by 28 black guys, I was dri­ven back to myfriend’s house to get me clea­ned up for the wedding.But now I was star­ting to have second thoughts. The­re­was no way that my fian­cé satis­fied me the way the­se­guys did!Oh hell, what was I to do? I asked the dri­ver to turn­round. To hell with get­ting clea­ned up and get­tingmar­ried. I wan­ted more black sex! So we tur­ned back,and I spent two more hours get­ting fucked even more bythe­se black guys. I knew then the­re was no way I could­go through the rest of my life without having more andy­et more black guys.My girl­friends per­sua­ded me to go through with the­wed­ding. After all, they said, just Www 18com becau­se I wasmar­ried to a white guy the­re was no rea­son I should befaith­ful to him. None of them had been faith­ful. I then­found out that apart from the one who was mar­ried to ablack guy any­way, not one of the others was loy­al tot­heir white hus­bands. All of them had had black lover­son the side. Some of their lovers had just fucked me.I sup­po­se I should have felt Por­nos­bu­ce­ta betray­ed by my friends;after all they had tri­cked me into being gang­ban­ged byne­ar­ly 30 black guys the night befo­re I was due to bemar­ried to a white man – and in my wed­ding out­fit aswell. But I wasn’t angry at them at all. The thing that­did make me angry was that I was now going to mar­ry aman who pre­vious­ly I had been satis­fied with but now,compared to black guys, was, well, nice, but not all­t­hat Atozvi­deo­songs exci­ting. But as they said, I didn’t have torestrict my sex life to him – any­way, he’d be a good­front, and keep my dad quiet. Mean­while, I would have­b­lack guys whenever I could.During the wed­ding recep­ti­on I was par­ti­cu­lar­ly­f­rus­tra­ted. Every time I loo­ked at someo­ne, I ima­gi­ned­he was black. Every time I dan­ced Mlp Porn Com with someo­ne, Iyear­ned for him to be a black guy who would fin­ger meon the dance floor and then whisk me away and fuck me.Whenever I went to the toi­let, I hoped a black guy was­lur­king behind the door, and that he would lock the­door and fuck me sil­ly. I kept wis­hing and wis­hing tha­tI had invi­ted all the black guys that had fucked melast night to the wed­ding recep­ti­on! I just wan­ted all­our wed­ding guests to be hor­ny young black guys!That night, when I went to bed with my hus­band, it wasthe first night that I didn’t want sex with him. Itre­al­ly sounds awful, doesn’t it? But it’s the truth.Right the­re and then I wis­hed he was black. Right att­hat moment, I would have done anything to have a black­guy in bed with me rather Exo­ti­ca Soto than my white husband.When we made love, I ima­gi­ned that I was actual­ly bein­gma­de love to by some of the guys who had gang­ban­ged mebe­fo­re my wed­ding, and that they had tied my hus­band toa chair and made him watch. Final­ly they untied him and­ma­de him lick me clean. Then they made him suck theircocks and then they butt-fucked him befo­re giving him ago­od bea­ting while once again I was being gangbanged.Only then did I have an orgasm.I had to do some­thing. I pic­tu­red with hor­ror the for­tyor fif­ty years of mar­ria­ge stret­ching befo­re me alwaysha­ving to fan­ta­sise to have an orgasm with my husband.I deci­ded that night I would tell him that from now onI wan­ted black sex. But how? Then I had an idea. Iwould ask him to tell me his fan­ta­sies, then I would­tell him mine…