My name is Monique Johnson, and I love to fuck young white boys.

I've been called a lot of things over the years. An "auntie tom," a "house nigger," a traitor for "acting white." I've lost my pride in my strong black brothers, and I sold out to the Man™. Sometimes it still stings to hear those words. But more often, I just laugh. They don't know me. They don't want to know me. I am what I choose to be, and I love my life.

Last week I was laying on my back in my own bed, Scott kneeling between my spread legs as his lips pressed to my dark chocolate thighs in loving adoration. I'd first met him when he served me my coffee when I'd stopped for a fast brunch on the way to the office, and I'd liked what I'd seen. This was his second time pleasuring me, and he certainly was doing a good job. I was probably hurting him with my long, manicured nails digging into his scalp, but I didn't care. And neither did he. That was the part I loved most. He licked and nuzzled higher up, making his way to the treasure he so craved.

What do I call myself? How about Ebon Goddess? It is a name my young studs would certainly agree with, and they so love to worship me...as he was worshipping me then, there, his tongue sliding over my puffy wet sex, making me moan hotly. Scott had that unique skill at cunnilingus that only a lover truly devoted to their partner's pleasure can possess, as he licked my sex with a genuine hunger for the taste of me. I could have put him on a leash and he'd have thanked me for it, as long as I tugged him to keep him where he ached to be. And when I came, he drank down every last drop, and I swore I could hear him whimper in disappointment when there was no more left to drink.

Of course I let him fuck me. How could I not let that sweet, beautiful young man give me his hot seed, letting it pour deep into my molten depths. His thick prick was so hard for me, and he was that unique blend of submissive and aggressive that never fails to get me off. He was my plaything, my fucktoy, my sexual slave. He took me good and hard, goaded by my lustful words and gyrating hips. And when he came, he sank down once more, sucking his own cream pie from my well-fucked hole.