What is the first thing that draws your eye and grabs your interest when you see black girls flashing? Let me guess, many of you guys out there reading this and drooling, thinking “it’s the titties man!” or “Got to be the booties!” O.k. I agree with all of you. But for me, it’s a different part of the body that turns me on and makes me hard as a rock. My biggest turn-on in the world is a black girl’s belly-button or if you want the proper term to be used here, her navel.

Yeah, I know, it’s a real weird fetish to have. I first noticed this odd obsession when I was in the fourth grade and I was playing with my friend Jill on the monkey bars, she was this cute little black girl with pigtails. She was hanging upside down and her shirt went up. I found myself staring at her belly-button, so cute, that hole symbolic of something I couldn’t quite understand.

Suddenly Jill said “Bert, your pants look funny, did you pee on yourself?” and I looked down and saw that I had a hard-on and the front of my pants were wet, I had blown my first load! Of course as you can see, I am older now and more in control of myself. You would think this right? I once thought that too until one night. We will get to that in a second. I still get hard when I see a woman’s navel, but only black girls navels.

It’s difficult for me to feed this obsession because of the fact that I am a white guy and even if we now live in a progressive society, some people still see inter-racial dating as a big no-no. Not only that, there is the fact that I am not all that great looking. Sure, I am tall, have great teeth and hair, but I wear glasses and can’t wear contacts because of my astigmatism. To top all this off, I am as skinny as a rake as the saying goes.

I have tried everything that I could think of to bulk up but my metabolism is just too fast to keep up to. One day in search of more carbs, I decided to call the local pizza place where I was a regular and ordered a “Bert Special” (Pineapples, hot peppers, triple pepperoni, bacon, and double-sausage). Lisa the pizza delivery girl called it the “Heart attack special”. We joked about it whenever she delivered one of these to me and for the past few months she would usually stay for a slice and talk before she went back to work.

When I opened the door to greet her that night she looked especially fine, she stood there holding the pizza box in one hand and the other hand was on her shapely hip. She was wearing sexy white short-shorts and a low-cut red top that showed her mid-drift. She was one sexy black girl and she knew it! I took the box from her and she walked in, a seductive smile on her face, I had the Police playing softly on the stereo. She swayed her hips to the beat of “Every breath you take”. I stood there mesmerized, the pizza forgotten; I barely managed to place it on the hall table without dropping it.

She smiled and flashed her tits at me; the Vixen didn’t have a bra on! I felt so lucky to finally be one of those guys who would have sexy black girls flashing their merchandise at me! She came closer and stripped me naked; doing the same for herself, there was no small talk for this gal!

She purred in my ear, “Bert, I think it’s time we bring this relationship to the next level hmmmmm?” I barely had time to stutter, “Ummm, y-yyeess Lisa”, when her mouth was on mine and she pinned me against the wall. She straddled me, placing a foot on each side of me against the wall and jammed my already hot, hard dick into her soaked black pussy!

She fucked me like she was riding a wild bronco and I matched her stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust and moan for moan! We both came together after 20 minutes of fucking and then went back for round 2. We ended that night cuddling and eating cold pizza on the living room floor. We got married 6 months later and we repeat this ritual every 6 months. It adds spice to our marriage and after 7 years it’s still amazing! To think it all started with my curiosity about black girls flashing!