Interracial Stories

The Missionary Wife and the Tribal Chief

Note: The following story is a work of fiction. <br /> <br />No one in the small town of Greenrock, Indiana ever thought that Kathryn Brunelli would get married to George Wynter. They didn’t seem like the definite perfect match. He was plain-looking, always hanging out with the C-crowd (C for Christian), and never hung out with those that needed his Christian influence like the drug dealer, Morris, who lived in the trailer park on the edge of town. She was classically georgeous (like those paintings of aristocratic women in the Victorian era), hung out mostly with the F-crowd (F for Fun), which consisted of people who just wanted to have fun whether they were Christian or not, and took time out to socialize with non-believers so that they could see the love of Christ in her life and come to believe and get their souls saved. <br /> <br />However, from a social point of view, Kathryn and George were a perfect match, because together, they reached a broad spectrum of people. Greenrock was a church-based community and almost everyone went to one of the ten churches located in that small town on Sunday, but there was also a substantial number of town-folk who had never heard a sermon. <br /> <br />George and a bunch of people in his church finally felt pressured to address the issue of non-believers in their community. They organized community events and outreaches to reach the lost souls in their town. At about that same time, Kathryn and her fun Christian friends were doing their own outreach. One day the two groups had a clash of schedules when they both decided to have free-for-all community cook-outs (George’s group was going to do hot dogs and Kathryn’s group was going to do burgers) at the town park. <br /> <br />A good thing happened: both groups joined forces and had one big hot dog-and-burger cook-out that day at the park. Since it was free-for-all, a large number of people from the town community – and even people just passing through town – attended the event and a good number of them got to thinking about their spiritual conditions when they interacted with their Christian fellow community members. <br /> <br />Another good thing happened that day as well: George met Kathryn and they both hit it off well with each other. Because of the success of that combined event, both groups decided to work together and share ideas on how they could best reach out to non-believers in their community. This also meant that George and Kathryn got to see more of each other. <br /> <br />It wasn’t long before they were dating (first in community events, then with select friends, then one-on-one). Soon they got married, surprising many folks who knew them individually. Almost the entire town attended their wedding, except for Morris, the drug dealer, who died that same day from an accidental drug overdose (he’d wanted a fix before attending the wedding but oops!). <br /> <br />After almost four months of newly wedded bliss, George received an email notifying him that a missionary friend of his had died from jungle fever in Zamboa, a tiny remote island in the South Pacific, while trying to mediate peace talks between two warring tribes. His post was now unmanned and the conflict was still raging between the opposing tribes. <br /> <br />George felt the need to go there and take his friend’s place, but had to consult with his wife, Kathryn, to know what she thought about the idea. When Kathryn heard what the email said and what George wanted to do, she was all for it. "We will honor your friend and take his place as missionaries to Zamboa and also help to resolve this conflict between the tribes and bring them to the knowledge of eternal salvation," she told her husband. He told her that he was truly the most blessed man in the world to have a wife like her who was always supportive of him and eager to serve the Lord. <br /> <br />They told their church and fellow Christians and friends in Greenrock about their decision and received encouragement and support in material, financial, and spiritual ways. On a Saturday morning, they caught a plane to Los Angeles then on to Sidney, Australia, and from there, to Zamboa. <br /> <br />They were welcomed to Zamboa by a member of the local church of their denomination who’s name was Harold. Once their luggage was loaded onto Harold’s Land Rover, he drove them to the mission post just nine miles away from the airport. The nearest urban area to the misson post was the town of Bigtown (the Zamboan’s called it that because it was the biggest they had and the only one), half a mile from the mission post. Bigtown was one-third the size of Greenrock (and the Wynters thought their town was small). <br /> <br />The next morning, after a cold shower – the only kind you could get in Zamboa – and breakfast, George set out to begin the conflict resolution between the two warring tribes. Kathryn had breakfast but didn’t use the shower in their house because she wanted to bathe in the deep, clear, and beautiful river that ran by the mission post just outside the boundaries. <br /> <br />Taking a towel, body scrubber, and a bar of soap, she left the house and made her way toward the river. <br /> <br />She got there and was amazed by the lush scenery filled with wild flowers, green bushes, large rocks on and by the river, birds, and morning sunlight filtering through the overshedding branches of the trees nearby the river. The river was crystal clear as she’d seen it when going past in the LandRover the other day. <br /> <br />Kathryn was unaware of another pair of eyes watching her as she hopped from rock to rock until she was on a large one with a flat surface big enough to lay down spread-eagled on. This rock was right in the middle of the river and gave her a sense of isolation from the rest of the world and security from the water that flowed past. <br /> <br />Still unaware of the pair of eyes watching her, she stripped off her clothing until she was naked, then she jumped from the rock and landed in the river, making a splash. She was carried under the current and then her head broke the surface. She let the river continue to carry her ten yards then she kicked with her legs and dug into the water with her hands, swimming diagonally toward a rock near the river bank. <br /> <br />She rock hopped from there, back to the big rock in the middle of the river where her things were. But before she could make the last jump to her chosen place, she came to a full stop. There was a man, dressed in nothing but a pair of brown pants that were cut from above the knee. He was standing on her rock (well, the one she’d placed her stuff on) and staring at her. He was about her same height, muscular, had dark brown skin, was hairy, had a beard and black fuzzy raggedy hair, and piercing brown eyes. Because of his beard, she was unable to tell his age which could’ve been anywhere from 20 to 40. He looked at her with a sort of frown on his face, then abruptly smiled at her. <br /> <br />She was naked and didn’t know what to do about a man smiling at her while she was in that condition. As if reading her thoughts, he turned to look down at the water flowing and jumped from the rock, making a splash. Seeing that her rock had been vacated, she quickly jumped to it and put her clothes back on faster than she’d ever done before. <br /> <br />With her final piece of clothing on (her shirt), she grabbed her towel then noticed that the man had returned and was sitting on the rock she had been standing on while seeing him for the first time. <br /> <br />"You from America?" the man asked, pointing at her shirt which happened to be white with the US flag printed on the front. She could not just walk past him since she needed to step on the rock he was sitting on in order to get to the riverbank, and his form took up the entire stepping surface. The only other way to the bank would be to jump into the water and swim to it which she didn’t want to do because that would get her clothes wet, but…yeah! I’ll jump in since these clothes are dirty anyway and I really want to get away from this stranger, she thought to herself. <br /> <br />However, before she could pick a spot to jump into, she saw the man slide off the rock he’d been sitting on and get in the river. He clung to the edge of the rock and looked at her saying, "I just ask question, but if you want go then I give way for you go." <br /> <br />Kathryn looked into his eyes and saw that they were sincere, even though he spoke with a weird accent and had left out a few words that would’ve made his statement more complete. She thought about it for a while then sat down on the rock she’d been ready to jump off from into the river. <br /> <br />"Yes. I’m from America," she replied. The man smiled as he clung to the rock, then ducked his head under the water and lifted it out again to shake out the water from his hair and beard, sprinkling Kathryn in the process. He smiled again and lifted himself onto the rock he was clinging to. <br /> <br />When he was sure he was sitting securely, he looked up at Kathryn, sitting on the bigger rock, and asked, "You missionary?" "Yes, I am a missionary. Are you from around here?" she motioned with her hand at the surrounding area. He straightened up and smiled as if she’d just asked a stupid question. He pointed to his chest with both hands and said, "Me, I am chief of tribe!" <br /> <br />Kathryn smirked thinking about how she’d always envisioned savage tribal chiefs in fancy tribal dress with lots of wild colors and a long elaborately carved and adorned stick carried in their hand as a ruling scepter. How could this unkempt wild man be a tribal chief? <br /> <br />She chose, however, to play along and pretended to believe what he’d said. She asked, "Are you the chief of all of Zamboa?" He frowned as if she’d askedanother stupid question. "No! Just my tribe! Many tribe in Zamboa. My tribe just one." "How many tribes are on Zamboa?" she asked and held up her hand, making a counting gesture with her fingers, "Number. Count. How many exactly?" He looked down at his fingers and muttered to himself in his own language, bringing them down onto his palms one by one as he counted. "Ten!" he answered looking up. "Ten? Wow. That’s a lot of tribes for just one tiny island," she said. His brow furrowed when she said this. Of course, with all the knowledge he has right now, he still thinks his island is a really big place, she said to herself. <br /> <br />He pointed a finger at her in an almost accusing manner and said, "You read book? letter? word?" She nodded replying, "Yes, I can read books. How about you? Can you read?" He shook his head, rubbing his palms on his pant thighs like a child caught doing something wrong, and said, "No. I read no." <br /> <br />An idea sprung instantly into her mind. She smiled and told him, "I can teach you how to read. Do you want to learn how to read?" He smiled brightly, still rubbing his palms on this pant thighs, and said "Yes. Thank you. I learn read book. Ah…." he paused as if thinking and muttered to himself in his own language. "What? Is something wrong?" Kathryn asked. He looked at her and said, "I no learn read. Big fight now! My tribe and other tribe fight. Big fight!" Oh, so he’s involved in the conflict that’s going on on this island, she thought. George is trying to stop that right now. <br /> <br />"You don’t have to fight. Just come to the mission when you are free and I will teach you how to read books." He stopped rubbing his palms on his pant thighs and looked at the river flowing between them and then to the mission post. Turning back to look at her, he said in a regretful tone of voice, "I no learn read. I no go mission. My tribe fight, I fight! I chief, I fight go first, tribe go later. I no learn read. Big fight now! I fight!" Hmm, she thought. In this culture, the chief must lead from the front. He can’t take time out to learn how to read because the conflict is still going on and the tribe needs his leadership. This stupid conflict has got to stop! <br /> <br />Kathryn asked, "Who is the chief of the other tribe?" He looked at her with those piercing eyes and said, "Woman. Wife of chief. Chief die. Accident, one my tribe kill him. Accident! Now big fight, woman go first, tribe go later!" "Wow! A woman leading her tribe into battle, now that her chief husband is dead! Awesome!" She saw the look on his face and said quickly, "I mean, sad. With people dying and getting hurt, it’s definitely sad. The big fight is messing up everybody’s lives." <br /> <br />They spent twenty minutes talking about Zamboa and each other. In between the discussions, she asked him what his name was and he told her it was a native name which was hard for non-Zamboan’s to pronounce so he had taken on a second name, Luke. She told him her name was Kathryn, but he could call her Kat. Luke had taken over as chief of his tribe when his father had died from a rare disease and this tribal war was his first hurdle as tribal chief and the next would most likely be his marriage. Kathryn was surprised when she heard this, but was also relieved because she thought it wasn’t as bad as having a married man see her naked. At least he wouldn’t have been unfaithful to his wife for lingering on the sight of her nakedness since he didn’t have one. <br /> <br />She finally told him that she needed to get back to the mission, otherwise they might send a search party out to find her. He smiled and waved goodbye, heading in the opposite direction that she was going in. As she approached her and George’s house, she made up her mind that she believed that Luke really was the tribal chief he’d said himself to be. <br /> <br />When George returned home in the early afternoon that day, he had a smile on his face. He said that both sides of the conflict were tired of the fighting and wanted to call an end to the war. Kathryn was overjoyed and embraced and kissed her husband. <br /> <br />——— <br /> <br />After a week had passed, all fighting between the two tribes had stopped and there was peace and a sense of security for the common person living on Zamboa. The natives flocked to the mission and the church to tend to their spiritual concerns now that fear of death and harm had gone away. Life was looking good for everyone, especially Kathryn who learned from the mission doctor that she was pregnant. <br /> <br />The months passed and a lump grew on her belly and increased in size as time flew by. George worked really hard to monitor and foster the stability of peace in Zamboa along with other churches and missions on the island and also to make sure Kathryn was taken care of and her needs and wants met. <br /> <br />Kathryn began to wonder what had happened to Luke. He had not been by the mission as the other folk from his tribe and a few other tribes on the island had done, and since he was the chief of his tribe, he should’ve been the first to do so. <br /> <br />The time came for Kathryn to give birth. She was taken to the mission hospital and the resident doctor saw to the safe delivery of her baby. It was a boy and both his parents fell in love with him from the moment they saw his little face. Kathryn asked George if they could name the baby Luke, after the tribal chief, because she was sure he had been a major contributing factor to the ending of the tribal war and also because Luke was the name of a disciple of Jesus. George readily agreed and so the Wynters’ first born was named Luke. <br /> <br />——— <br /> <br />It was a Thursday afternoon when Kathryn got an unexpected visit from someone she hadn’t seen in a long time. It was Luke, the tribal chief she’d met on her second day in Zamboa. This Luke was different, however. He had three severe wounds which looked like they’d been made by machetes. He’d stumbled onto the Wynters’ front porch and gave one knock on the door. <br /> <br />Little Luke Wynter had been asleep in his crib in George’s and Kathryn’s bedroom. Kathryn heard the knock and placed the feather duster she’d been using to dust the furniture on top of the television set. She opened the door and saw Luke lying at the doorstep, bleeding profusely and badly wounded. She almost screamed, but controlled herself. <br /> <br />On receiving a phone call from Kathryn, the resident doctor hurried over to the Wynter residence with two male nurses to take Luke to the mission hospital. They did so and treated his wounds while Kathryn watched over. When she was sure that they had his bleeding stopped and had more than halfway completed his patching up, she went back to her house to check on her baby. <br /> <br />That day, George had been discussing with community leaders about how Zamboan’s could make money from the goods they produced without the money becoming a cause for crime and other evils. On his return home, Kathryn told him about what had happened that afternoon. He was immediately concerned and went over to the mission hospital to check on the tribal chief. The Wynters made Luke their first prayer point for that night and continued to pray for him in their regular prayer times as well as in between. <br /> <br />Luke recovered fully from his wounds in a matter of weeks. He was released from the mission hospital and left the mission post without stopping by the Wynter residence. He had some things to do as soon as possible. <br /> <br />———— <br /> <br />One beautiful, sunny Saturday morning, Kathryn went down to the river by the mission boundaries to bathe. <br /> <br />The big rock that she’d first placed her stuff on, that second day in Zamboa, now had three other big rocks arranged around it in a crooked C shape that created an almost still water area within the almost completed circle right in the middle of the river. This had been done for her when she requested it from George as a Mother’s Day gift. He’d hired a small locally-owned construction company to move the three other rocks into place on either side of the big one that was already there. Kathryn loved to bathe naked in the river, in that little pool created by the strategically placed large rocks. <br /> <br />Kathryn now stripped naked, as she’d done quite a few times since that second day, and jumped into the almost still water. She emerged from beneath the surface and climbed back onto the main big rock. As she picked up the soap, a figure jumped into the water she’d just come out of. <br /> <br />Kathryn quickly grabbed the towel to cover herself when a familiar head broke through the surface of the water. "Good morning," said Luke with a smile on his face. Kathryn tried to smile and blushed at the same time. Luke lifted himself up out of the water and onto the rock that she was sitting on. He sat beside her, naked as she was. <br /> <br />There was ten inches of flat rock surface between both Kathryn and Luke. She tried to increase the space between them by sliding on her butt, away from him to the edge of the rock, but stopped when she felt her soft skin hindered by the not-so-smooth surface of the rock. "Ouch!" she said on feeling the effect it had on her ass cheeks. He chuckled and said, "No. You move here." (He meant to say, "No, you’re supposed to move like this"). He pushed himself up by his strong muscular arms, lifting his body an inch above the rock surface and then across toward Kathryn, setting himself down next to her. <br /> <br />Crap, she thought to herself. Now there was no space between them. Their thighs and the sides of their asses were making contact. "You see mark," he said to her. "What? See who?" He pointed to his chest, "You see mark?" "Oh!" She saw what he was referring to. The scars (marks) left by the wounds he’d had some weeks before. They were healed really good. The resident doctor and his nurses had done an excellent job. Despite her shame at sitting naked beside a naked man, she was happy for his recovery. <br /> <br />"Good to see that your wounds have healed, Luke. George and I prayed for you a lot while you were still recovering." He nodded his head, looked at his scars, and then back at her. "Thank you. Tomorrow I come to church!" She was delighted to hear that and almost hugged him, but didn’t because the towel she was using to cover herself might drop. <br /> <br />"You have mark?" he asked and reached over to pull down the towel that she was covering herself with. She clasped the towel firmly to herself and shook her head saying in a stern voice, "No! I have no marks!" He withdrew his hand with a hurt look on his face, dejected. There was silence for a while between the two of them as they sat on the large rock on the river. <br /> <br />Luke looked at his body and began tracing his fingers over his scars for a few seconds before saying, "I no go first church. I say stop fight. My tribe stop fight. Some my tribe no stop. Some my tribe want fight. Some my tribe want me die. I say stop fight, they want fight! I run! Some my tribe want me die. They find me, some my tribe cut me. They want me die, I no die. I run. They cut me. I run mission. You house. Doctor help me. You help me. God help me. I have mark; no big blood cut. Small mark. You God help me!" <br /> <br />Kathryn understood what he was saying. Because he’d told his tribe to stop fighting, those in his tribe who’d wanted the fight to continue had turned against him and he had been on the run from them. That’s why he hadn’t showed up at the mission or the church when others from his tribe had done so. They’d finally caught up with him somewhere and had given him those wounds in an attempt to kill him, but he’d escaped and ran to the mission to seek help for his injuries. Now he was thanking her, the doctor, and God, and saying he was going to show up for church. <br /> <br />"What about those of your tribe who want you dead? Where are they? Are you safe from them?" He looked at her and smiled a sad smile saying, "Yes, I no die. They some my tribe die. I tell story other my tribe, they angry, they make die some my tribe want me die." Okay, so he’d told his other tribesmen about what had happened and they had punished the rebels who’d wanted him dead by killing them. Tribal justice. <br /> <br />"I’m happy you’re alive and well, Luke. I look forward to seeing you at church tomorrow." As she said this, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. Then something awkward happened that made her turn red: Luke’s penis seemed to take on a life of its own and quickly grew in size from a sausage to a super big savelloy. He looked down at where she was staring and smiled in embarrassment. Then he took the hand she’d placed on his shoulder and put it down between his legs until it touched his super-charged dick. <br /> <br />"Oh!" she exclaimed and quickly withdrew her hand. In her panic, her other hand let the towel slip and it fell into the river. "Oh!" he said more as an apology than an exclamation of shock. He quickly picked up the shirt that was laying behind her and placed it over her good-sized breasts himself. "Here," he offered, not taking his hands off the shirt, pressing it against her round tits. <br /> <br />She looked down on where his hands were on her boobs with her shirt pressed against them. Her nipples instantly went solid. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. Could he hear it? No, she could hear two hearts. The other one was his and she could hear it from the contact he was making with her tits. She wanted him and he wanted her. <br /> <br />Kathryn reached out and softly scratched his beard with a curious look on her face. "How old are you, Luke?" she asked. "Twenty five. You?" "I’m twenty eight. You look older with this beard." He let the shirt drop, but his hands remained on her boobs, cupping them perfectly. "You want cut beard?" She smiled and said, "No. Keep it. It looks manly on you." Then her hands fell onto his shoulders and she felt his shoulder muscles. He fiddled with her nipples and felt the smoothness and softness of her tits. His hands were shaking at how amazing these two orbs felt in his hands. Truly, God exists if such things are real and not part of my imagination, he thought to himself. She brought her arms down to his chest and gripped the hard pectoralis major. "Luke, you work hard. I know the men on this island don’t exercise, but you all have tough muscular bodies so I know it must be from the labor you do from day to day." "Yes," he replied, now trying to weigh in his hands those lovely white fruits attached to her chest, "Zamboa people hard work plenty all day." <br /> <br />She grabbed his waist and kissed his naked torso, licking and sucking the muscle-filled flesh. "Mmm," he said in a moan of pleasure as she did this. He caressed her damp brown hair. She sucked his dark brown nipples then went up his neck and kissed him there. He adjusted his position so he was now facing her body straight. She moved closer to him, raising her legs so they rested on his right thigh, her ass rubbing against his left. His cock was super stiff and leaning upward against her thigh. He put his hand between her legs and twitched his fingers as they penetrated her pussy. "Mmmm," she said in appreciation while kissing his neck. He fingered her pussy and she came face to face with him to kiss him full on the lips, which was an unfamiliar act to him. <br /> <br />She explained, "Back where I come from, men and women kiss each other like this to show that they like each other." She kissed him again and he followed her lead as she opened her mouth and set her tongue on his. He opened his mouth as well and let her inside to teach him what to do. Soon he was tonguing her mouth aggressively pushing her back down onto the surface of the rock. She got up quickly when she felt the hard uncomfortable rock against her back. She rubbed her back because it was sore and looked a bit disheartened. Luke didn’t want her to stop what they were doing so he looked quickly around and noticed that the towel she’d dropped had caught onto one of the rocks that’d been arranged beside the main big rock. He caressed her hair and told her to wait just a second while he go get something. She nodded with almost a pouted lip because of the untimely pause in their activity. <br /> <br />He moved as fast and agile as a spider over the adjacent rocks and went down on his knees to grab the soaking wet towel from where it was floating caught in the rock. He picked it up with a smile on his face and was back on the main rock with Kathryn in a flash. He laid out the towel, along with some of her clothes, to make a soft enough surface for her to lay on. When it was all prepared, he bade her lie on her back and asked how she felt. She responded by pulling him down on top of her and sliding her hands up and down his dark brown back and spreading her legs out so he could get comfortable against her in that section. He moaned approval at how soft she was under him and kissed her face with big wet suction-like kisses. She felt high-spirited and giggled, which was a real turn on for him. <br /> <br />His cock went extra hard and she knew it was time to let him in. Reaching down between their bodies, Kathryn took his hard cock and put it in the right place between her legs. She sighed with pleasure as his thick long cock sunk down into her cunt. He helped by pushing it in further until he was all the way in. He groaned in satisfaction, running his fingers through her damp hair and kissing her deeply on the mouth. Then she squeezed his ass and he started to make love to her. His weight pressing down on her against the hard rock with only a layer of cloth to cushion her body was exhilarating. She felt a rush of freedom and wildness surge through her body as his waist thrust up and down onto hers, her tender pussy getting pumped by his muscular solid cock. <br /> <br />His breathing became more short and quick as he increased his speed into her. She moaned as he tensed up, ready to ejeculate. The thought just hit her: why wasn’t he wearing a condom? But she’d always been taught abstinence in school and sex without a condom when you got married. What about situations like this? Oh, missionary life could be so hard sometimes and yet so adventurous and fun!! <br /> <br />She smiled pushed her hips upward to meet his downward assault on her vagina. "Aooouuuugghh!!" he breathed hotly into her ear. "Luke, go hard and fast. You’re going to spill your semen in me soon. Don’t slow down when you do. Go hard and fast! Please!" He obeyed and she could feel his pace quicken and his thrusts getting more intense. She caressed his fuzzy black hair as he made love to her and then shot sperm inside her pussy. She pushed his ass down onto her so he could go deep and ejeculate more sperm inside her vagina. It was nice and warm and felt so good inside her. "Mmmm. Nice. Thank you, Luke." He just sighed and embraced her body tightly. She hugged him back, cuddling and stroking his lean frame. <br /> <br />They lay on the main big rock in an embrace for fifteen minutes, then Luke asked her if they could do it again. She wondered about the time, but then decided that there was enough time for another round. <br /> <br />This time she told him to lay on his back. He did so and she got on top of him, sitting on his waist, straddling his lap. Then she adjusted her ass so that his erect cock slid into up inside her pussy. She pushed herself down on him until he was all the way inside her. She smiled at him and he reached out to fondle her breasts again. Since he liked them a lot, she rode his cock while leaning over him at an angle. She enjoyed it and so did he. Her pussy sliding up and down his love pole and her ass bouncing on his balls and thighs. His hands squeezing her tits and pressing the nipples like buttons on a remote. She laughed and laughed. Then she slammed her body hard and fast up and down on his cock and things got serious. <br /> <br />Her tits bounced in an erotic jiggle and her ass slapped down on his balls. Her damp brown hair she shook from side to side and he reached up to play with it. Then he brought his face up to suck on her boobs. "Mmmmnnn" she moaned in response. It felt so good to have his mouth over her tits and sucking on her nipples and round gorgeous flesh. He sucked more and harder and she let out a little squeal that frightened off a few birds lazing in the nearby trees. She continued to ride him fast and hard and then went into a machine-like bouncing frenzy as she ejeculated on his body, her juices running over his cock, pelvis, stomach, and thighs. He looked at the new wetness and smiled thinking: White woman’s love fluid. <br /> <br />She continued to ride him after cumming and then he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. He took possession of it and pushed his cock inside. "Aaaah!! Luke!!" He continued to push it until it went all the way in. "You happy?" he asked her. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and said, "Yes!!" "Good," he said and thrust upward into her asshole. She moaned nonstop as he drove his cock in and out of her ass. He massaged her butt cheeks while doing this so she could get more pleasure. She leaned over again to caress his body and face, then kissed him passionately with his cock still sliding in and out of her ass. Then he got onto his side and laid her on her side and anally fucked her sideways. Her mouth opened in an expression of unbelief and utmost pleasure, "Aaah! ooh! Yesss! Luke, yess!! Aaah! Oh!" <br /> <br />Luke pulled out then slid his cock back inside her pussy and fucked her sideways in that manner as well. She grabbed a hold of his waist and pushed herself against him. Thrusting at each other in perfect harmony, then pausing to kiss deeply, and picking up again with the sexual thrusting. His blackish brown cock drilling her pink pussy. "Kat! Kat! Good, Kat! Oh Yes!" said Luke as he pushed her ass against him and pummeled her pussy with love from his penis. She looked into his eyes and he into hers and they held the longest stare as both their bodies intertwined, moving against each other. <br /> <br />——— <br /> <br />Kathryn put on her clothes and Luke put on his brown cut pants. She squeezed as much water as she could out of her towel. As far as anyone else was concerned, she’d fell into the water while going to bathe at the river. She went home and Luke went back to his village. <br /> <br />Luke ended up becoming a strong believer and regular church-goer and Kathryn eventually gave birth to his baby (it was a girl). George was disappointed, at first, when he learned the truth about the child’s conception, but eventually let go of all negative feelings toward Kathryn and Luke and took care of the child as his own. The Wynters served Zamboa faithfully as missionaries for twenty years before deciding to become citizens of that country and and settling down there permanently. Kathryn and Luke still made love at the river on the big rock as much as they could, but they used condoms. <br /> <br />THE END

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<font face="Times New Roman" size="3" color="#000000"> </font><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">MY WIFE&rsquo;S FIRST BLACK COCK </font></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" color="#000000"> </font><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span><font face="Calibri" size="3" color="#000000">&nbsp;</font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" color="#000000"> </font><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">It all started a few months ago I had always wanted to see my wife fuck a black guy but never thought it would happen.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>We went away for a weekend to her mum and dad&rsquo;s house, and for our anniversary we went to the cinema then out on the town, we had not been out for a long time since we had our little boy, so this was really nice for us, free babysitters and no work in the morning.<span>&nbsp; </span>Guildford was a nice place and had some really nice people there, but not many black guys around, <span>&nbsp;</span>we went to a pub first after the cinema. <span>&nbsp;</span>It was quiet in but we had a few drinks there, I had 2 cokes and she had 2 vodkas and lemonade , we were just chatting and people watching , but the place never really filled up so we went to find a more happening place, just over the road was a club.<span>&nbsp; </span>Flares <span>&nbsp;</span>was a 70s and 80s club, we went in, got another drink and went to the edge of the dance floor. Liz was dying to dance, it was her kind of music and her body was raring to go. <span>&nbsp;</span>We chatted for a bit more and there were 3 girls dancing at the edge of the floor .</font></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" color="#000000"> </font><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">I nipped to the loo which was down 2 flights of stairs and a bit scary with all the squeezing past everyone on the way. <span>&nbsp;</span>Some were doing drugs, others just doing the club thing; snogging, groping and other things, you can guess.<span>&nbsp; </span>Back from the loo, I went to the bar and got 2 more drinks, the same as before but doubles , when returning to the dance floor Liz was dancing with the 3 girls at the edge of the dance floor. <span>&nbsp;</span>I went over to a small table and just watched her dance; she came over a few times for a drink then went back dancing. <span>&nbsp;</span>After a short while, to my astonishment a black guy came from nowhere and started chatting to Liz and the 3 girls, dancing with them, I could not believe it, there was a black guy dancing with my wife. <span>&nbsp;</span>He asked her if she was single and she said no she was married and her husband was just over there pointing to me, he came over to me apologising for hitting on my wife and I just said it was ok and told him to carry on dancing with her. <span>&nbsp;</span>He went into the crowd. <span>&nbsp;</span>Liz came over to me and said that black guy has just asked if she was single, &ldquo;see I have still got it&rdquo; she said. I told her she should&rsquo;ve said yes so I could see her snog a black guy; something I have always wanted to see and she knows it. <span>&nbsp;</span>She was getting very tipsy by now, I went over to the bar got some more drinks, came back and started danced with her for a bit. <span>&nbsp;</span>She was getting more and more flirty with her moves, which was attracting a lot of attention. <span>&nbsp;</span>I was dancing at the back of Liz putting my hands on her arse and just glancing over her bust now and again when the black guy came back onto the dance floor and Liz pointed to him to come over.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>He started to dance in front of us when Liz put her hands around him and pulled him towards her, she was now sandwiched between me and this black guy and he was thrusting against her and I was thrusting behind her, groping her arse. <span>&nbsp;</span>He put his hands around her waist, pulling her towards him as he was thrusting his hips and looking down her top, his head getting closer to her bust with every move, he was that close he could have licked them.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>I think the urge was too much for him as his hands came up and groped her boobs, cupping them in his hands; and they were big hands. <span>&nbsp;</span>Liz was now quite drunk and was letting herself get really into the mood, both of our hands were all over her and she was loving it. The song was coming to the end and the guy turned and went to the other side of the dance floor to his mates and his drink. Liz turned round to me and said &ldquo;well what do you think of that then?&rdquo; as she groped my cock which was rock hard from what I had just seen. <span>&nbsp;</span>She then said she needed the loo and asked me where it was, I told her it was downstairs and pointed to them walking over with her, and off she went as I went to the bar for some more drinks, I took the drinks back to the dance floor to our small table and waited, it seemed to be a long time, a really long time but I know the girl&rsquo;s loo, you may have to queue to get in so I waited and waited and waited until I thought I better go and look for her.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>It was hard to get down the stairs as there was so many people down there, I got down one flight and then as I started to get down the second flight I could see Liz by the emergency exit door snogging the black guy. <span>&nbsp;</span>I could only see the top part of them both so did not see what was going on below but as I moved down the stairs to see more I saw her hand around him squeezing his arse, he was kissing her on her neck moving down to the top part of her bust and Liz was leaning back so he could lick and kiss more of her neck and cleavage pushing her boobs more and more in his face. <span>&nbsp;</span>I could only see one of his hands though which was groping her bust as he was kissing her. <span>&nbsp;</span>I could not see the other one but as I got even closer, about six foot away, I could see all the action, his other hand was down her jeans and they where unbuttoned with the zip down just enough to get his hand down there. I could see he was rubbing her clit with his fingers, slowly sliding them in and out, Liz was thrusting against him trying to get more and more of him as she could. She moved one had from his arse and started to undo his jeans, she did it with one hand very easily and moved down to see what he had, I could see from the smile on her face that what she had found was not disappointing for her. <span>&nbsp;</span>She started to move her hand up and down on his cock, I was in my element, this was a dream come true for me, you could see this black guy wanted to fuck her and who could blame him she was really good looking, had a great bust, really fit arse and big kissable lips to die for. <span>&nbsp;</span>Liz pulled her jeans down just a bit more just so they were at the bottom of her arse and he had enough room to move in, Liz guided his really big black cock into place and he moved up so his cock was just at the tip of her hole before pushing in really slowly. <span>&nbsp;</span>Liz gasped with the size of the black cock, we have a black dildo at home but I think his cock might have been just a bit bigger and better than that as it was real, warm and wet black going into white. <span>&nbsp;</span>Liz gasped some more as he pushed his cock into her and smiling, wrapped her hands around his arse and pulled him in to get even more of this mammoth cock inside her, pushing her head back so he could have easy access to her tits. He had both hands on them now with his tongue licking them, pulling her bra down to expose her nipples he put his lips around them, sucking and licking them, her hands where digging in his arse as she pulled him towards her, you could see him lean back and start to jerk as he came inside her, dumping his black baby gravy, you could tell she could feel it inside her as his warm sperm entered her, there must have been quite a bit. <span>&nbsp;</span>I looked down to her fanny where I could see his cum starting to seep out and her fanny was really wet. <span>&nbsp;</span>I was stood right at the side of her now and she looked over to me smiled leaning towards me and started to kiss me with his cock still inside her. <span>&nbsp;</span>As he jerked to get the last bit of sperm in her Liz said to me &ldquo;now that&rsquo;s what I call a cock, a proper cock&rdquo; She took the guy&rsquo;s number and said she would be back for more next time we were in Guildford and may be I could join in. </font></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3" color="#000000"> </font>

Interracial Stories

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 21:45:04 UTC

Black Buxom Babe

Note: The following story is a work of fiction. <br /> <br />The secretary looked up from the work she was doing at her desk and said, "Yes, how may I help you?" The man – 29, short brown hair and a three inch-thick beard, hazel eyes, tall, buffed up, wearing a black biker jacket, black shirt underneath, worn out faded blue jeans, and steel-toed boots – cleared his voice and said, "My name is Stan Brooks. I’m here for a job interview. Mrs. Goodman called me and said she’d be expecting me today at around this time." The secretary looked at the clock on the bottom right corner of her desktop computer monitor and saw the time was 1 p.m. She hit a few keys on the keyboard, opening the small program that functioned as an office duties organizer for her. Yes, Stan Brooks had an appointment with Mrs. Goodman at 1 p.m. that day, the organizer told her. <br /> <br />The secretary raised her hand to point and gave directions, "Mrs. Goodman’s office is down that way, the second door on the left. "Thanks," said Stan as he took the route given to him. <br /> <br />Rachel Goodman – 35, almost ebony black with a slight touch of dark brown on her skin, average-height, relaxed black hair that fell five inches past her shoulders, orange-brown eyes, full lips, large perky ass, big tits; wearing a black business suit, white shirt inside, with a black skirt that was an inch below her mid-thighs, and black high-heeled shoes – was finished sorting through one of her files when a knock came from the door. She knew who it was because her things to do for the day were memorized in her head. "Come in," she said. <br /> <br />"Good morning, Mrs. Goodman," said Stan, closing the door behind him. "Good morning, Mr. Brooks," she replied smiling at him. "Please take a seat." "Thank you." <br /> <br />"Now, Stan – can I call you Stan?" "Sure, but only if you let me call you Rachel." She laughed. "Please do. It’s easier for us to talk on a first name basis." She cleared her throat, then, "Uh… yeah, about your application letter and resume you sent me -" Stan nodded his head in acknowledgment. "There were some things you mentioned in there that surprised me, really. What struck me as odd was why you thought that you had to let your potential employer know that you used to be a white supremist and ardent hater of all black people. I mean, from looking at your resume, you have all the qualifications and some fantastic additional skills and experiences that put you on the top of our list of people to employ in the new job positions we’ve created in our rapidly-growing company. There was no reason at all for you to mention your past political/social views." <br /> <br />Stan straightened his posture in the chair and asked fearfully, "So you’re not going to hire me, Mrs. Goodman er… I mean, Rachel?" "No, I’m not saying you’re not going to get hired. I guess what I’m asking is why? For instance, why have you dressed up like that for this interview?" She gestured to his clothing and he looked at it. She continued, "The only thing that springs to my mind, Stan, is – and I might be wrong on this and if I am, do correct me – is that you’re trying to make a statement of some sort. I don’t know why, though." <br /> <br />Rachel looked at Stan and he had a thoughtful expression on his face. "I’ve got you all wrong haven’t I?" she asked with a guilty edge in her voice. He slightly raised his hand in a calming gesture. He was thinking, and was trying to put his thoughts into words. They were silent for almost a minute with Stan in a trance-like state. Rachel was about to say something when he spoke, "You’re right. I am trying to make a statement. I used to get involved in a lot of hate ralleys with my friends who shared the same views as I did. That was oh, seven years ago. I was young and had all sorts of ideas about how the world should be and how the country should be and how people should be. Then I saw the light and I changed. Did a u-turn in my life, well, almost – I still wear these clothes and still have the white power tattoos, but on the inside, I’m a changed man." <br /> <br />"And why the unnecessary inclusion of your ‘dark history’ on the resume?" Stan shrugged, "I don’t know. I guess it’s a way of beating myself up. In a way, telling myself that I can’t truly forget the past and that it will always haunt me so I might as well just accept it and carry it around like an ugly scar." Rachel’s expression softened and she asked with concern in her voice, "How bad is the self-hate?" He looked down at his feet, scratched the side of his head and said, "Not as bad as it used to be, but it still stings when I remember the past." He looked up straight at her and she looked into his hazel eyes and could tell that whatever he had been before was now only a painful memory and the person now looking out from those eyes was truly changed. <br /> <br />He continued to hold her gaze and didn’t see her reach out her hand over her desk to him. Then she smiled as if she was about to laugh and nudged her head in the direction of her outstretched arm. "Oh!" he said surprised and quickly reached out his hand to shake hers. "You’re hired, Stan!" she said, smiling and displaying brilliant white teeth. He was astounded and said, "Thank you, Rachel! Thanks a lot!" <br /> <br />She told him when to start work and to wear something more professional when at work, but he could keep the beard because different hair styles were welcome at the company and also because she thought it was sexy on him. Then she took a business card from the stack on her desk and wrote on the back. She handed it to him and said, "Business on the front and my personal number on the back, just in case you need to talk or need… anything." "Uh… Thanks," he said, not seeing a ring on any of her fingers. <br /> <br />————— <br /> <br />Stan bought some new business clothes and went to work at the company as an advertising executive. He was good at what he did and the company benefitted greatly from his work. He would bump into Rachel from time to time, but they never did get to have a real conversation because the environment at work was such that everyone was always on the move, but at least, nobody got bored. <br /> <br />One afternoon, he was heading out of the office building and saw Rachel walking up ahead of him. He quickened his pace so he could catch up with her. He was just four yards away from her when a street thug intercepted her and put a gun to her stomach. He heard the thug say "Just shut up and walk with me. I’m not afraid to shoot you in public so just cooperate and you’ll be free to go before you know it." <br /> <br />What was this? Was this guy going to rape her? Rob her? Take her to a dark, secluded place and do both? Stan didn’t care and immediately shifted into save-the-girl-and-fight-the-bad-guy mode. He took a few quick wide strides and shoved his arm between the two of them, raising the thug’s gun hand into the air. His actions were too fast for the thug to do anything else but squeeze the trigger. The gun fired and the people nearby – including Rachel – hit the ground for safety. Stan rammed his knee into the guy’s stomach, and as the man collapsed, rammed his knee again, this time into his face. The criminal was out and down for the count, blood leaking from his face. <br /> <br />The police arrived on the scene in good time to arrest the thug and ask a few questions of everyone, including Rachel and Stan, who’d been there. When they were done, Rachel walked with Stan to a bench where they both sat down. <br /> <br />"I saw you walking ahead when I came out of the office building and then that guy tried to do whatever and I… ‘disagreed’ with him. I’m sorry if you were disturbed by the violence." Rachel laughed. "’Disagreed’? Nice way of putting it. Thanks for rescuing me, Stan. You went beyond the call of duty." Stan laughed at her dramatic voice on the last sentence. "So were you going to catch a taxi or bus? I don’t know how you get home from work. None of my business, anyway." He got up from the bench and checked the streets. A bus came in their direction. He gestured at that one and she looked. "Yeah, that will be my ride for this evening." <br /> <br />Rachel was about to get on the bus when she saw Stan standing as if waiting to see her off. "Are you coming? If I remember correctly, your place is along this bus’s route." Then she frowned playfully at him and said, "Oh, you’re afraid to ride the same bus with a big bad black girl, is that it?" He actually needed to get some things from a nearby specialty shop, but didn’t want to give Rachel a reason to be offended by him since she knew about his former social ideology. He gestured to the bus and said, "After you." She flashed her brilliant whites and got on the bus and he followed after. <br /> <br />On the bus, they sat on the same seat, side by side. Stan tried to strike up a conversation starting off with, "So is there a Mr. Goodman? If there is, he’s got to be a really really good man." She chuckled and replied, "In fact, there is a Mr. Goodman, but we live… apart." "Oh, I’m sorry. Divorced or separated?" She smiled and twitched her nose, which he found very cute, and said, "Uh. Neither. We just kinda’ liked each other as best friends would; not enough to get married, but we got married anyway. We used to live together, but we drifted apart. We’re only married now because it’s convenient. He’s living with a boyfriend right now in another state." Stan’s eyes widened at that and he said, "Wow!" <br /> <br />The bus came to a halt and this was her stop. Rachel looked at him and said, "Since I live alone with Mr. Goodman away, I was wondering if you would like to come over." "Er… Rachel, we work together. It would be wrong." "And so was being a white supremist," she countered. He had a hurt look in his eyes when he said, "You know I’m trying to stop the self-hate by putting that behind me." She leaned in close to his ears and rasped, "I’m sorry, honey. Forgive me. I’m just manipulating you because I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. I like you, Stan. I like you a lot. Just be with me for one night and if you don’t like it, then we can both forget the incident. And as far as the work place is concerned, nothing happened between us." <br /> <br />They both got off the bus and walked to her apartment. They entered it and locked the door. <br /> <br />————– <br /> <br />Stan came out of Rachel’s shower room, drying his hair and beard with a towel. He had a bathrobe on. Rachel was sitting on the bed and had just finished blow-drying her hair when he entered the room. She, also having a bathrobe on, turned to look at him and said, "Mm. Nice to see you fresh out of the shower. I don’t know about you, but I never have sex with a guy without me and him taking a bath or shower first." Then she put her hand to her mouth in sudden realization, "Oh! We should’ve taken a shower together! Shit! I’m so sorry, Stan." She had a regretful look on her face. <br /> <br />He smiled and sat down on one side of the bed, surveying her bedroom more closely than when he’d first entered. There was a picture by the bedside table of Mr. Goodman and Rachel hugging each other in some public area. He looked at it for a while and Rachel noticed. She went and placed the picture frame face-down. Then she sat down on his lap. The bed creaked and Stan looked cautiously at her. "You might have to get a new bed soon." She replied in a non-caring manner, "Eh nah. I’ve fucked with a lot of guys on this bed before and it always creaks." Stan had an uncertain look on his face and she smiled and brought her face to his and said, "I’m just kidding. I never did anything on this bed other than sleep. The only thing close to an intimate moment I ever had was with Mr. Goodman, but that was only a ten second kiss, which he broke off because he felt uncomfortable." <br /> <br />"You kidding me? Just a ten second kiss? I don’t believe it!" "You better believe it! How about you?" "I used to have a lot of sex at white power rallies. The women, who attend, get really fired up about white supremacy and go fuck-crazy. You should see the wa… Crap! I’m sorry. I just…" He shook his head in frustration and uttered, "Fuck!" "Whoops! Someone said the magic word!" Rachel began to rock on his lap, back and forth in a verticle circular motion. <br /> <br />She gave him an erection, and once she felt it through the thick cloth covering her ass, she undid the knot on his bathrobe and slid it down his body. He had a hairy muscular torso, but it was spotted with white power tattoos, logos of several white supremist organizations, anti-black slogans, and a number of hate symbols. Even though he had told her about these, it wasn’t the same as seeing them for herself. He noticed her pause and understood immediately why. <br /> <br />"I’m sorry, Rachel. This was a bad idea, and it’s my fault for letting it happen." He gently moved her off his lap and sat her on the bed. Then he got up – the bathrobe falling completely off his body, leaving him naked – and went into the shower room to pick up his clothes and put them on. <br /> <br />He had picked up his undershorts and was about to put them on when he sensed Rachel at the shower room doorway. She was naked, ample bossoms heaving with emotion and tears streaming down her luxurious near-ebony face. She spoke in almost a whisper, "What the hell are you doing? I didn’t tell you to leave." <br /> <br />Stan and Rachel lay on their sides on the bed, their heads resting on pillows as they kissed passionately, legs rubbing against legs, their arms embracing and caressing each other. <br /> <br />They continued kissing and intertwining their bodies until her leg rose up and lay on his waist and he grabbed her buttox and squeezed it. Then he pushed his cock into her cunt, and holding her leg against his waist, thrust sideways into her pussy. His magnificent brownish pink cock slid smoothly like a hot knife through butter in and out of her lovely black pussy and she moaned joyfully as she continued to give him mouth-to-mouth, tongue-to-tongue attention. <br /> <br />"I want to suck on your juicy tits, Rachel," he told her. "Oh yes, baby. Let Mama breast feed you," she replied. She caressed his head and pushed it down to her chest. He had to bend his body a bit so he could continue to fuck her. Going level to her luscious breasts, he cupped one big tit in his hand and sucked it desperately. She mewed as he let his tongue roll and lick over her boob and knock against her nipple. She grabbed his ass, now that he was somewhat focused on her breasts, and pushed him deeper into her pussy, his cock penetrating a never-before-explored region of her vagina. <br /> <br />Stan continued to suck on her sizeable breasts, but adjusted their sexual position a bit. He moved Rachel’s leg off his waist and pushed it back farther past the sideways position so it made an obtuse angle with the bed surface. Now that her pussy was positioned in a diagonal angle, he thrust sideways at her and curved the thrust downward so his cock plummeted into her wet pussy with a sloppy sound of wet colliding flesh. She moaned approval at this new adjusted position and assisted by holding back her leg in place so he could increase the force of his thrusts by clinging to her waist and flinging his pelvis eagerly against hers, his full cock length penetrating her cunt with accuracy and precision. <br /> <br />Rachel told him, "You’re wonderful, Stan." He replied, "Thanks, Rachel You’re amazing and feel so soft and tight in all the right places." "Mmmmm" she moaned. "Mmmm, yess!" he said. <br /> <br />After doing the adjusted position for eight minutes, he laid her flat on her back, and got on top of her. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he brought his cock down into her pussy in a verticle angle. Her legs parted like butterfly wings and his buttox rose and dived down, sending his cock deep into the depths of her womb. He fucked her slowly in that way for some time, then felt her reaching a climax, and decided to go into hard drilling mode. She moaned and yelled in a high pitch as the rapid delivery of hard cock into her pussy brought her to squirt her juices onto him and herself. <br /> <br />He rubbed his cock all over her wet pelvis and pushed it back inside her vagina to thrust downward some more until he unloaded his thick warm fluid inside her. She was ecstatic at this and grabbed his head for some more passionate kissing. <br /> <br />"You put your cum inside me, Stan. I can feel it in my pussy," she said feigning complaint while stroking his muscular back as he caressed her ass. He replied, "Yeah, well, that’s what you get for fucking around with my cock." She giggled and said in a young-girlish voice, "You’re mean! Now you’re gonna eat my pussy and I’m gonna suck your cock! That’s what you get for being mean!" He suddenly stuck his middle finger up her ass, causing her to squeal, "Aaah!!" He said, "If that’s what you call punishment, then I’m gonna be mean for the rest of my life." <br /> <br />She got on top of him and positioned herself so her pelvis was right on top of his face and her face was over his pelvis. She grabbed his cock and immediately began to suck on it as if she were in an interracial speed-blowjob competition. Stan didn’t start as early as Rachel. He was still tickling her cunt with his fingers when her teeth grazed the sensitive head of his cock. "Ow! Fucking black bitch!" She retorted with a mouthful of cock, "Shut up, you white bastard, and eat pussy!" With that, she raised her hips over his face and SLAM! Her pelvis came down, smothering him with her soppy soft flesh. <br /> <br />Stan fought for control and found two handles – her thighs. He held onto them and devoured her pussy like a lion on it’s captured prey. Oh FUCK! she thought, he’s got his tongue all up in my pussy! He was licking with his tongue and pulling at her soft inside flesh with his lips over is teeth, causing her some pain, but a lot more pleasure. "Shit! I need to be able to walk properly after this, Stan!" <br /> <br />He stopped with the flesh-pulling, but continued with his tongue in her vagina. She sucked him hard and gave him a handjob and said, "Stan, please do that to me on the weekend, but not during the week because I need to go to work, walking straight." He acknowledged by gently squeezing her ass. She smiled and moved her pussy with his tongue rock steady inside it. "Mmmm, Stan. I’m feeling a connection." Then she sucked his cock, head and shaft, stroking his balls. <br /> <br />Rachel adjusted her position, still on top of Stan, but now her face was inches away from his, her breasts squeezed against his chest, and her pussy connected with his cock inside it. She kissed him, then stroked his hair and beard, while her hips went up and down on his cock. "You like that, Stan?" He smiled and caressed her face. "Yeah, I do." "Good. So this will be the first of many more pleasurable love-making exercises with you." He pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply in reply. As they kissed for a really long time, she throttled her hips on his cock until they both exchanged their love juices. <br /> <br />————- <br /> <br />Stan moved in with Rachel three weeks later. A month after that, Rachel divorced Mr. Goodman and married Stan. She is now happily pregnant with twins, and Stan is reading a book on fatherhood. <br /> <br />THE END

Interracial Stories

Sat, 12 Feb 2011 02:54:04 UTC

Nasty Neighbors

<p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">I am a young black male that just moved into an all-white neighborhood. I moved here while I was in college but just recently decided to take a break and enjoy life. I don&rsquo;t know anything about my neighbors except the one off to my left likes to tan naked in her back yard while her husband is away at work. Now my neighbor is a beautiful and busty blonde white woman, with curves in all the right places. One day while looking out my hallway window watching her rub tanning lotion all over her body, she turns and looks up at me. Quickly I dive to the floor, my heart starts to race. After a few minutes I take a quick look out the window. Luckily she is still rubbing lotion on herself, I sigh in relief after one last peak. I got lucky this time but I don&rsquo;t want to push my luck. The next day it&rsquo;s raining so she&rsquo;s not outside. I go to my bedroom and take a look through my blinds. Surprisingly her bedroom window is wide open, so I can&rsquo;t help myself I have to look. At first I don&rsquo;t see her then she comes out of nowhere lays in bed, spreads her legs and start to rub her clit. My cock starts to throb at this. I start to get harder as she grabs her Hitachi and places it on her clit. You can tell she turned it on high because she jerks hard and starts to throw her head back. By this time my cock is fully hard and still throbbing. I start to stroke my cock nice and slow as she keeps playing with her pussy. She starts to squeeze her nipples hard, and moaning more and more. Shes so loud I can hear her , granted our houses are kind of close but not too close. I start to get close to cumming but I don&rsquo;t want to let go of the blinds just yet.&nbsp; She gets louder and louder and as she climaxes she starts to squirt all over the places. Her legs start to shake hard as she curls up in bed and relaxes. Just from this I shoot my hot load all over the place. As I cum she gets up from the bed and comes to the window, she winks at me and pulls the shades closed. I know Ive been caught now but it almost seems like she likes it. That evening Im sitting in my living room when the doorbell goes off,&nbsp; I head over to the door and notice its my neighbor. She is smiling but Im a little nervous to open the door, I do it any way. &nbsp;As I open the door she smiles at me and says &ldquo;Hi I&rsquo;m Stacy your next door neighbor, I thought I would come over and actually introduce myself&rdquo;. &ldquo;Well its nice to meet you Stacy, I&rsquo;m Marcus&rdquo; I answer with a smile. She starts to say &ldquo;Okay Im going to be totally honest Im coming over here to ask you a few questions&hellip;&rdquo; Instantly my heart drops because I know what&rsquo;s coming . &ldquo;I know what you are going to say and I am sorry for peeping&hellip; I couldn&rsquo;t help myself though&hellip; you are a very beautiful woman and you have a very sexy body&hellip;&rdquo; I blurt out quickly. She giggles and then says &ldquo;Honey its okay&hellip; why do you think I tan in my backyard naked? I wanted you to see me. I have been doing a ton of stuff since you moved in&rdquo;. Instantly I smile and I ask if she would like to come in for a bit. She looks around quickly and says yes. As I let her in the house I sit down in my recliner while she sits across from me on the couch. She is wearing a small little skirt and a tiny top. I can see her up the little skirt and she isn&rsquo;t wearing any panties. She slowly closes her legs and winks at me. Instantly my cock start to throb and get hard, but I don&rsquo;t hide it. Once she sees how big my cock is she drops to the floor and crawls over to me. She pulls my cock out and kisses the tip of it, then looks up at me and says &ldquo;We don&rsquo;t have much time but I can give you a little preview of what is to come in the future.&nbsp; She slowly runs her tongue up my cock, once she reaches the head she slides it in her mouth and starts to suck. She starts to slobber all over my cock, watching her spit run down to my balls turns me on even more. I start to moan as she takes me deeper and deeper. She sits up as she gags and chokes on my cock. She stands up still holding my cock, surprised I asked &ldquo;Are we out of time already?…&rdquo; &ldquo;Nope&hellip; I want that big black dick in me&rdquo; she replies with a huge smile. She pulls her skirt up, I grab her hips lean forward and lick her sweet little pussy. It taste amazing so I don&rsquo;t stop, I run my tongue from her clit to her ass. I slide my tongue deep in her pussy as I rub her clit. She starts to moan loudly and her legs start to shake as she cums hard. She pushes me back and tell me to sit back so she can enjoy the ride. I smile and let out a moan and she sits down on my cock. She takes it all like champ, slowly bouncing on it and throwing her head back. She starts to speed up, watching her ass bounce on me is so sexy. I love it, I start to moan as I grab her hips and bring her down on cock harder and harder. She starts to cum harder this time. Her legs give out as she lands on my cock. I can feel her pussy gripping my cock tighter and tighter. The feeling is amazing and it makes my cock explode deep inside her. She sits there for me a minute letting all my cum in her pussy. As I start to breath heavy she stands up and fixes her skirt. &ldquo;Did you like that baby?&rdquo; &ldquo;You don&rsquo;t even know&rdquo; I reply as I stand up and fix my shorts. &ldquo;Well I guess I should get back to my husband now, we need to do this more often&hellip; a lot more&rdquo; She says as she walks to the door. We exchange some info before she leaves that night. I head to bed just imagining what is to come.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

Interracial Stories

Wed, 04 Jul 2012 18:51:08 UTC

Lexi and the Arabian Knight

Note: The following story is a work of fiction. <br /> <br />Greetings, Reader! My name is Frank Norman. <br /> <br />From reading the title, you would probably surmise that this story is about a beautiful woman and a dashing young or middle-aged guy from the Middle East. If you thought that, you would’ve been half right. This story does feature a beautiful woman, in fact, a beautiful young woman – my 18 year-old daughter, Alexis (I’ll be referring to her with the name she’s more commonly called by – Lexi). The Arabian knight in this story, however, is not so young or dashing because he happens to be 67 years old, with a potbelly, and a big bald spot that starts from his forehead and keeps the remaining head hairs at bay around the lower sides of his fat head. <br /> <br />It all started three years ago. There was an Ancient Cultures of the World festival being held at Lexi’s high school. I attended it due to Lexi’s constant peskering me about it the previous two weeks. On arriving there, I met some of her school friends’ parents who I knew and some that I didn’t know, but had seen before in other various school events that Lexi had also forced to me attend. Slung around my neck was an expensive and high-quality Nikon digital camera. Lexi wanted me to take a picture – read: lots of pictures – of her with her friends and other weirdos I didn’t know who were participating in the festival. After a number of hand shakes and carefully spoken words, I started to look for my daughter. <br /> <br />Here’s a little bit of background information: I’m originally from Norway and my wife, Nora, can also trace her roots to that wonderful cold place. Lexi is the perfect melding of our genes, thus, she is blond and fair skinned with blue eyes. She isn’t as tall as Nora and I, though – a head shorter, but she’s only a couple of centimeters-less the height of most girls her age (on average). To top it all off, Lexi has a great body, and I say this without personal bias or incestuous feeling. She really does have a great body and I get a lot of calls and notes – secretly delivered – from boys, who attend her high school, asking me if they could go out with her. All my replies to these inquiries have been "Go ahead, ask her out." She never dated any of them or anyone who didn’t inquire of me. Ah, I would say to myself, such a proper young woman, putting school before her raging hormones. <br /> <br />I found Lexi that day, standing directly under the banner of her stall that said "Welcome to Ancient Scandinavia, Land of the Vikings." Such pride I felt when I read those words and saw the young students and a staff member dressed in Norse clothing and holding tools and weapons that were imitations of what the Norsemen of long ago used to use and wield. Even more pride welled up within me as I looked at a Viking Longboat (built on a smaller scale) and a condensed Viking village constructed behind the stall banner. All this ancient-cultural pride rapidly evaporated when I saw my daughter talking to a stranger. He looked Middle Eastern and quite wealthy (he had an expensive watch, jewelry on his ears, neck, and fingers; and Italian shoes, which were most likely Gucci). <br /> <br />It wasn’t particularly the appearance of the stranger (I also noted that he was at least in his sixties, balding terribly, and not as physically fit as I was – disagreeably out of shape, at that) that upset me, but the way my daughter was interacting with him. Lexi was smiling at him – not with her usual sun shiny smile, but with a smile that was eager and begging to please the one she was directing it to – and laughing and constantly trying show more cleavage by serreptitiously jerking her tight-fitting Nordic top downward. Then he must’ve cracked a really funny joke (or she pretended that it was really funny) and she laughed, bending forward and placing both of her hands on his shoulders for support. Those hands lingered there as the man talked and she listened. Then he took one of those hands and kissed them. Shit! I said under my breath. <br /> <br />In an attempt to save my daughter from further temptation and potential fornication, I broke into a run in her direction, but crashed into a fuzzily overdressed Eskimo girl and an almost-completely-naked Australian Aborigine holding hands and flirting with each other. Dog crap! I told myself, laying on the floor on top of two poor young people who’d been trying to find some romance in this world when a clumsy oaf like me had rudely cannonballed himself into them. I quickly found some footing and apologized, helping them to their feet. <br /> <br />People were staring at me with looks of disapproval, shock, and anger. I put my hands up in front of me, nodding my head in acknowledgment of what I’d done wrong and accepting all their mutterings, facial expressions, and not-so-nice thoughts. <br /> <br />Lexi must’ve noticed the commotion because she came over to me with a concerned, but amused look on her face. "Running into trouble again?" she asked. "Yeah," I admitted. "Sad. OH! You broke the camera!" she pointed to my chest where the camera was hanging, split in two and held together by a yellow warning sticker that came with it. "Aw fuck!" I muttered angrily at myself. <br /> <br />Lexi had a hurt look on her face. "I’m sorry," I said. "I’m going to go get a new camera right away, and you’ll still get your photos." I turned to go, but her hand restrained me. "No, Dad. It’s okay. My friends brought their cameras so I’ll just copy whatever they get and keep it on my computer. You can go to the digital print shop afterward and bring back the processed photos so I can put them in my scrap book." I asked, "You sure?" She smiled her sun shiny smile and said, "Yep. You want to come and see our stall?" <br /> <br />————- <br /> <br />That was the first time I saw the man. The second time I saw him was a week later at the grocery store. We had run out of dog food for Pickle, our dog who loved to eat pickles as well as dog food. I picked out two cans of two different brands of dog food and went to the check-out counter. <br /> <br />Lexi and a bunch of her friends happened to enter the store at that moment. She didn’t see me at the check-out counter. They went to the fruits section to pick out some fruits when I saw the man who Lexi had flirted with at the Ancient Cultures of the World festival come up behind her. All her friends, except for Lexi, saw him make his approach, but he held up his index finger to his lips, motioning for silence and they kept silent. As soon as he got right behind her, he grabbed her ass and she squealed in surprise. "That’s it!" I said to myself. <br /> <br />I left the check-out counter with the check-out clerk looking at the cans of dog food and back at me as I headed in the direction where my daughter was being molested by some old balding fuck. I had to watch my step, though, as I dodged large opened boxes of canned stuff on special discount. When I got to the fruits section, I was shocked to see my daughter with her arms wrapped around the man, and her friends giggling to each other. The man also had his hand wrapped around her waist and was feeling her ass. They kissed each other affectionately, then they sensed someone watching them – me. <br /> <br />My daughter’s jaw dropped in surprise at seeing me, but the man simply smiled at me, his hands still all over my daughter’s ass. "Dad!" she finally said after several attempts to speak only produced invisible air puffs from her mouth. She removed the man’s arms from around her waist, but didn’t let go of his right hand as she turned to face me. She attempted a smile and pointed to him weakly with the other hand, "This is Abdul. Er… he’s from somewhere in the Arabian peninsula." "Saudi Arabia. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Norman," he said smiling at me, jade-green eyes sparkling, and reached out his hand to shake mine. I looked at his hand like he’d just offered me a dead rat, but after a painful moment of silence (painful for them, not me), I took it and shook hands, deciding to be civil, for now anyway. <br /> <br />The rest of the discussion we had in that grocery store just became a mumble of words that I will never remember, except for the last part where I was sure Lexi asked me if Abdul could come over for dinner. I said no, and left them to deal with it. <br /> <br />That evening, I was watching the sports channel, sitting in my recliner when Nora, walking from the kitchen, stood in front of me and asked, "Do you know where Lexi is?" I looked up from what had been the television screen, but was now my wife’s familiar and lovely legs and said, "I thought she was in her room." She replied, "Well, she isn’t. And I tried calling her cell phone, but she switched it off." I was on my feet in a split second, picked up my phone from the coffee table and dialed Lexi’s number. Shit! She’d switched it off. <br /> <br />That night we tried everything short of calling the National Security Agency to reach Lexi, but to no avail. Nora got so worried, I was afraid she’d get seriously sick, so I gave her sleeping pills in a cup of coffee and she was out for the rest of that night and a good part of following morning. <br /> <br />————- <br /> <br />The next morning, I didn’t go to work and neither did Nora, who’d slept-in due to the sleeping pills she’d had with her coffee the previous night. <br /> <br />A few seconds after 10 a.m., the doorbell rang. I left Nora laying on the sofa to answer the door. When I opened the door, I was greeted by Matt Nance, the kid next door who had a problem with punctuality – he was too punctual! <br /> <br />"What can I do for you, Matt?" I said. He stretched out his arm from behind his back, offering me a black dvd case he held in his outstretched hand. "You can watch this, Mr. Norman. Lexi gave it to me yesterday and told me to give it to you this morning at 10 sharp. She told me not to watch it, but said that you and Mrs. Norman should really watch it in order to understand why she left." I took the dvd case from him and said, "Thanks, Matt. Since Mrs. Norman and I are doing nothing at the moment, but worrying ourselves to death, we will watch this dvd right now." He smiled, clasping his hands together, and said, "Cool! Oh, and I apologize for coming a bit late. I know your clock’s a few seconds earlier than the one at my house." And he was off, back to his place. <br /> <br />I shook my head in amazement and went back inside the house, closing the door behind me. Nora was sitting up on the sofa now. She had an even more worried look on her face – she must’ve heard Lexi’s name when Matt spoke to me. I answered the question she was about to ask, holding the dvd case out in front of me and said, "Lexi gave this to Matt Nance yesterday and he delivered it according to her instructions. We’re supposed to watch this, and hopefully, understand why she left." Nora laid back into the sofa with a mixture of worry and curiosity on her face. <br /> <br />I went to the television and switched it on, then I switched on the dvd player. I pressed the TV/AV button on the television and got the dvd player screen on. After ejecting the empty dvd tray, I placed the dvd (the one Lexi had made for us – it was metalic grey, and besides the printed product information on the surface, had a simple marker-drawn scribble of a love heart with the name Lexi inside it) on the tray and nudged it backward, causing it to retract into the dvd player. <br /> <br />I went and sat down on the sofa, next to Nora. We watched as the dvd was automatically played and soon saw a message appear on the television screen. It read, "WARNING: This video contains sexually explicit material that should not be viewed by persons under 18 years of age." Nora grabbed my hand. I looked at her and she looked at me, then we both shrugged and continued watching the video. <br /> <br />After four seconds of black screen, picture finally kicked in and we saw the inside of a vehicle with a man sitting behind the steering wheel. It was obvious from the first few seconds that this video was recorded by a simple handheld camera, though the image was sharp, well-defined. A familiar voice asked, "So how long until we get to Abdul’s place?" Nora leaned closer as if she couldn’t hear, but I knew she could, just as well as I could. The driver of the car smiled looking at the interior mirror and said, "We should be there in a couple of minutes." His looks and his accent were Saudi Arabian. The camera jerkily shifted around until it was facing the back of the vehicle. From this view, I could tell it was a van, and in the backseat of the van sat our daughter, Lexi. <br /> <br />Nora gasped and gripped my hand tightly. Lexi, sitting in the back of a van alone with two strangers, was a sight made only more scary by the fact that we were watching this on video without any knowledge of where she was. Lexi looked at the camera and smiled brilliantly, waving to us from the screen. I could tell that it was still daytime because of the sunshine that shone through the window. Lexi had on a pair of sunglasses that I’d bought her at the mall one Saturday when we went shopping for new clothes. Looking out the van window at the passing scenery, she said, "Abdul… I like that name. How old is your brother, Kaleem?" The man handling the camera answered (also with a Saudi Arabian accent), "My brother is 67 years old. How old are you?" She answered with a carefree wave of her hand, "Just 18." Kaleem said, "Eighteen? That’s wonderful. My brother wants a wife that is young and beautiful. You have both those qualities." <br /> <br />"Really?" she asked with an interested smile on her face. "I do not lie to you, Lexi," was the response. The camera swiveled jerkily away from the back of the van to the front windshield. Through the glass, we could see beautiful gardens and servants walking about, doing various tasks. The car drove up to a large house, a mansion, and parked beside a blue lambourgine. We could hear Lexi squeal with exitement, "Is this Abdul’s car?" Kaleem got out of the car, the camera still pointed toward the super-expensive sports car. The sound of a car door shutting behind him, then he said, "No. This car belongs to me. Abdul is more into classic old cars like the Rolls Royce – he has five of them." "Wow!" said Lexi in wonder. <br /> <br />The camera turned and Lexi came into view again. She had on a pink singlet and tight white shorts that only went as far as her upper thighs. "Come, I take you to Abdul," said Kaleem. They walked through the parking lot and up the large mansion stairs, past servants and some men who could only be resident security. Nora and I could tell that Lexi was following in tow because of the remarks she made about the place and the questions she asked while following Kaleem from behind. <br /> <br />They came to a room where four women were busy sowing. They seemed to be in their late and early thirties. "Are these women your personal seamstresses?" Lexi asked. Kaleem answered, "They make clothes, but they are also concubines for Abdul." The women smiled at her in greeting and one of them said something in Arabic which neither Lexi nor we, the viewers, understood. Kaleem answered her then turned to Lexi (the camera once again aimed at her) and said, "She gave greetings and asked if you wanted her to make a nice piece of clothing for you. I told her that you have your own clothes, but that you appreciated her kindness." <br /> <br />They moved on from there and ended up in a beautifully decorated sitting room. There were five children playing, running around in that large space. Lexi said, "Aww, cute! Who’s kids are they?" Kaleem replied, "One of them belongs to me. The other four belong to Abdul." Then Lexi said, "Oh. How many children does he have?" Kaleem told her in a proud voice, "He has 34 so far." Lexi said, "Wow! All of them from one woman?" Kaleem said, "No. Abdul has 13 wives." <br /> <br />The camera shifted to different sections of the sitting room. Kaleem then spoke, "Looks like Abdul is busy. Come, I will take you to a room so you can rest and wait. If you want anything, just ask. I will put a servant outside the room so you can tell him what you want and he will fetch it for you." The camera swiveled and they were on the move again. Kaleem shouted and someone answered. A man came into view and bowed. Kaleem clapped him on the shoulder and spoke to him in Arabic, probably giving him instructions on serving Lexi. The man nodded his head obediently, putting all that was said to him into memory, and I was, all of a sudden, filled with a sense of wonder for this foreign culture. <br /> <br />They came to a small, but colorfully furnished and decorated room. A hand motioned in front of the camera and Lexi entered the room. She sat on a large, very comfortable-looking recliner-type cushion and looked from Kaleem to the camera and then back to Kaleem. He told her, "You stay in here. If you want anything, tell Jehil here and he will get it for you. If you get restless, tell Jehil and he will accompany you on a tour of the mansion and surrounding property. I leave you now. Everything okay?" Lexi gave that sun shiny smile of hers and said, "Yep," and she laid back and relaxed on the large recliner thingy. <br /> <br />————- <br /> <br />The camera blinked off, then on again in a split second. Some time must’ve passed because it was now night time as the camera moved past a veranda with a view to the night sky with stars studded in the black blanket of outer space. The camera made a turn into a corridor and then another turn, finally ending up in a room with scantily clad women dancing to Arabian music. I felt myself getting a hard-on instantly, while Nora continued to look at the screen. <br /> <br />Kaleem was behind the camera again because a man was walking out of the room with a tent pitched in his pants and cried out in what seemed like greeting, "Kaleem – " bla bla bla something something in Arabic. Kaleems voice came strong from behind the camera, responding to whatever it was the man had said. <br /> <br />Then he turned his camera onto a scene that hit Nora and I like a bucket of cold water. Lexi was sitting back almost horizontally on a large cushion beside Abdul. She was petting his ugly bald head and he had his old hands on her tits. She still had on the pink singlet and white shorts. He pointed at his mouth and she picked up a bunch of grapes and fed them one by one to him. He ate them and stared fondly at her. <br /> <br />The camera, once again, blinked off then on again. The eroticism of the next image, nearly blew us out of our seats (Nora and I don’t watch a lot of porn, mind you). Lexi and three other women were naked and at play on a large purple bed. The women looked Saudi Arabian (like I was such an expert on what Saudi Arabian’s looked like now), and damn, were they gorgeous. They all had long dark brownish black hair, faded colored eyes whether they were green, blue, hazel, grey, or brown; and perfect skin. My hard-on was rock solid now. <br /> <br />Kaleem’s voice came from behind the camera, "Lexi, you’re beautiful!" She looked up at him and smiled. The camera zoomed in on her, making her head, shoulders and ripe breasts fill up the screen. She jiggled them erotically and blew a kiss at the camera. Nora shifted uncomfortably on the sofa and I caressed her, telling her to lay back and watch instead of leaning forward. She did as she was told and I laid back too. I also noticed my hand massaging hers. Hmm, I don’t remember telling you to do that, I said in thought to it. <br /> <br />On screen, a man’s bare back appeared. He turned to face Kaleem and gave him a thumbs up. It was Abdul, and man, was he more out of shape, now that his clothes were off! He could’ve, at least, balanced the potbelly with a big ass, but no, his ass almost became a large butthole on top of the one he already had between those almost-flat cheeks. Gross! I could sense Nora making a disgusted face, almost looking completely away from the screen. <br /> <br />We both jumped when we heard Lexi squeal in excitement. The other four women were barely holding her back, caressing her and kissing her face and neck, putting their hands down between her thighs and fiddling around in that area. She’d shaved her cunt and it glistened with moisture. I could not believe she was getting wet for this old, out-of-shape, bald man. <br /> <br />One of the women left Lexi’s group to meet Abdul and bring him to the large purple bed. When they both reached the bed, he rolled across it and came to a stop, sitting up in a reclining position, resting on his elbow. The woman who’d brought him to the bed, crawled on all fours toward him. She put her legs around his reclining body and kissed him affectionately on the side of the head. He was very calm and self-assured like he deserved this and as if he’d done this many times before (and he most likely had). Eww! I thought. I’d rather kiss an ugly dog. <br /> <br />Then the woman positioned the junction of her thighs directly on top of Abduls head and fed her cunt to his mouth. He ate her out expertly and that made me quite jealous, actually. She moaned and rotated her hips on his devouring mouth. He didn’t skip anything; he ate it all and she cried out in Arabic a minute and a half later, moving off him and squirting cum on the bed. <br /> <br />Nora was now staring at the screen like she was watching some health video. I wondered if she was still feeling disgusted by Abdul’s appearance or whether she had warmed up a bit to him after his display of sexual skill. My pants were barely containing my erection now. <br /> <br />The camera swiveled to where the women were now rubbing some oily substance on Lexi. She’d calmed down a bit, but still looked miffed at not getting first shot at Abdul. What is it with this guy? I thought to myself. Heck, if I had half of whatever secret personal quality he had, Nora would be sharing me with five other women. Come back to Earth, Frank, I told myself. Let’s not get carried away. <br /> <br />Abdul said something in Arabic and another woman left Lexi (the one who’d squirted was back again with her friends, rubbing Lexi with oily stuff) to tend to him. She lay on her elbow right next to Abdul and he took one of her breasts in his hand and suckled on it. She caressed his large bald spot while he suckled her. Lexi made to move when she saw this, but another woman came to sit in front of her. This woman placed a hand under Lexi’s chin and leaned close to kiss her on the lips. The kissing got out of control and both Lexi and that woman were fingering each other’s cunts and tongue wrestling like they were competing for their lives. The other girls seemed to be encouraging the act by holding and squeezing Lexi’s and the woman’s breasts and asses. <br /> <br />After sucking on milky tits, Abdul sent the woman back to the main group and another woman left them to be with Abdul. This one he made to lie on her back and open her legs. He gave her a bowl of cherries. She laid the bowl beside her and taking one of the cherries, she put it right on top of her cunt. He brought his mouth down between her legs and ate the cherry, some of its juice spilling onto her pussy. She took another cherry and laid lodged it between her cunt lips. Abdul’s head swooped down like an eagle onto its prey and licked up the cherry into his mouth, also licking through the womans vagina – she moaned and went for another cherry. This one was pushed inside, deeper. <br /> <br />Okay, I thought, so Lexi wants to get to Abdul, but he’s got all these other women there to make her lose some steam so she gets slowed down and softened up for him to play with when they’re done with her. Interesting way for him to go about with this group sex. Then I asked myself, does he do this everytime? No. Abdul’s got to have a lot of sexual moves, scenarios, and techniques up his sleave (which he didn’t have on right now, but I was speaking to myself metaphorically). <br /> <br />They now had Lexi sandwiched between two of the women. She was laying on top one of them and the other one was laying on top of her. They were stroking each other sexually and kissing what parts of each other’s bodies they could kiss. The woman on top sucked on Lexi’s breasts and the woman below dug her hand inside Lexi’s pussy and probed relentlessly, despite Lexi’s cries of astonishment and pain. Lexi pushed off the woman on top of her and turned over to face and press her body down on the woman below who’d caused her pain. Lexi shoved her hand inside that woman’s pussy and jerked it around mercilessly, causing the poor woman to howl in pleasure and pain. "Get her, sweetie!" cheered Nora, surprising me momentarily. <br /> <br />On the other side of the bed, the woman with cherries was getting her pussy thoroughly eaten by Abdul. She had put seven cherries inside her pussy and he was going after them. Her pussy was red from cherry juice and so was Abdul’s mouth, chin, and nose. He found the last two cherries deep in her pussy and he chomped on them while they were still lodged in her hot soft wet flesh. She moaned and said something in Arabic, caressing his bald head affectionately. I found myself subconsciously praying that baldness would come soon to me. Damn this Abdul guy! <br /> <br />Back to Lexi’s group, they were all around her and smiling now, even the woman who had her pussy hand-screwed. One woman embraced Lexi’s upper body while another embraced her lower body. These two women kissed and squeezed Lexi’s sensitive parts, occasionally looking at her with endearing glances. The third woman lay on her stomach, her head between Lexi’s parted legs, and tongue-fucked her pussy. Lexi moaned at her while caressing the two women giving her loving attention with their kissing, squeezing, and massaging. <br /> <br />Abdul let the cherry-pussy woman go back to the group and smiled at Lexi. "Lexi, my beautiful new wife-to-be! Come and let us lay with each other. I will put my seed in you tonight." At this, the group of women released her, and Lexi crawled on all fours to Abdul, a worshipful look in her eyes. He smiled affectionately when she reached him and stroked her blonde hair. I heard Nora sobbing and turned to her. Placing my arms around her, I asked, "You okay?" She nodded her head and raised her hand in the direction of the screen saying, "It’s just that she’s all grown up now. My little girl’s going to be taking a man’s seed into her. Despite her leaving, I’m so glad I get to see my daughter in this special turning point in her life." She sobbed into my chest for a while and I hit the pause button on the remote. <br /> <br />Nora’s sobbing abated and she wiped her tears on my shirt. Then her hand unintentionally landed on my crotch and she felt the unmistakable hardness. She quickly looked up at me with a surprised expression. I told her, "Er… could we attend to that after watching the video?" She broke into a smile and nodded her head, then kissed me on the mouth. We both adjusted ourselves on the sofa, pressing closer together and sort of intertwining, with her leg over mine, my arm around her upper body, her arm around my waist and squeezing my thigh. I pointed the remote and pressed the play button, and damn, did they play! <br /> <br />Four women surrounded Abdul and Lexi on the bed like watchful guard dogs as he put his average-length, yet ultra-thick cock into her mouth. Aww no! My baby girl giving this fucker a blowjob? I almost didn’t believe what I was seeing. From the corner of my eye, I saw my wife looking on teary-eyed as if she were watching a really dramatic part of one of those tragic romantic movies. This movie is screwing us up in ways we can and will never comprehend, I said to myself. <br /> <br />Lexi took in his fat cock and sucked it good, really good. Abdul held her head in place while he thrust his cock into her mouth. He moaned and uttered Lexi’s name under his breath. She looked up at his face and I saw deep love and passion in those lovely blue circles. What the hell for? I will never understand women. Never, I told myself. His cock was circumcized and she lingered on his fat head piece. Then she sucked him sideways on the left and sideways on the right side of his penis. She heavily sucked the underside of his cock with a mean and desirous look on her face. <br /> <br />Damn, that cock was thick! She stuck it all the way in her mouth and rammed her head against his pelvis, deep throating him and gagging like a nutcase. "Oh sweetheart, don’t hurt yourself!" said Nora, concerned. Since my arm was wrapped around her upper body, I brought it under her arms and maneuvered my hands to the underside of her tit. Still staring at the screen, I began to gently rub that section of tit even though there was a shirt and bra covering it. She paused from the viewing to look at me. I gave her an innocent look and stopped. She turned, then I continued to rub her tit, getting bolder and possessivly squeezing the entire boob. She turned to look at me with a stern expression on her face. <br /> <br />I leaned in close and told her, "Just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be fucking your brains out after this video." She nodded and said, "Yeah, we agreed on that already." "Oh," I said, "I just thought that if I said it to you more directly like I just did, then you’d get excited." She replied, "I am excited, but I’m also busy watching my daughter get nailed by a man for the first time in her life." I said, "Ah. Continue watching, dear. Sorry I disturbed you." She gave me an annoyed look and turned to watch the video. I also turned to watch, just in time to see my daughter get a creampie in her mouth. Then I felt Nora’s hand grab my crotch possessively. I turned to look at her and she looked at me, then she opened her mouth, looking down at my crotch, and snapped it shut in a vicious biting fashion. <br /> <br />I was definitely turned on at that and began to aggressively squeeze Nora’s breasts with both my hands. She gave me an angry look and groped my crotch with a vengeance. We both turned to look at the screen when we heard our daughter’s voice say happily, "Yay, doggy style!" We continued to seriously grope each other as we kept our gazes on the screen, watching as Abdul pushed his fat cock into Lexi’s young and fresh pussy. That thick cock went in like a battering ram, no respect or courtesy, instantly filling up the space in her vagina. <br /> <br />"Oh, oh, oh, daddy!" she cried. I almost shed a tear before I realized that she wasn’t referring to me. My grip on Nora’s boobs softened and I caressed them more gently. She too eased off a bit on my crotch, but continued to gently squeeze and jerk in just the right directions. <br /> <br />That fat cock of Abdul’s definitely did not differentiate between virgins and non-virgins or barely-used and used-plenty; it pounded my little girl’s pussy so hard, I thought he was going to make juice from the pulp. He groaned and grunted, Lexi’s body shook convulsively from the force he was applying on her, and the four gorgeously naked female spectators cheered from the sidelines. He fucked her so hard, we could hear his balls smacking her pelvis with loud slapping sounds. Nora was about to voice a concern when I brought her face to mine and kissed her, then I whispered to her, "My good wife, please suck my cock." I ran my hand up against the back of her head in a scalp massage that I knew she liked more than a lot of other things. She smiled and released my cock from its prison of pants and boxers. <br /> <br />Abdul now grabbed my daughter’s hair, pulling it back, and mercilessly violated her pussy rights. She screamed in pain at having her hair pulled back, but kept her ass put out perfectly for his cock to continue tenderizing her already tender cunt. Damn, just watching that monster’s neck of a cock brutally pummeling my daughter’s genitalia made me hurt. Then I felt a slight euphoria as my wife’s tongue did all the right things to my cock, and her mouth traveled to and fro the familiar road, giving me immense pleasure and making me fall in love with her all over again. <br /> <br />It had been a good while now that Abdul had been cock-punishing Lexi’s pussy with a bunch of her hair held in his tight grip like reins for a horse. Meanwhile, Nora had sucked my dick clean of the cum that I’d shot out, and she was now watching the screen again. Abdul said something in Arabic and all the women rushed in to support him and Lexi. He cummed and cummed and cummed. Lexi moaned in pain, but ceased when she felt his hot sperm load shooting inside her and filling her up until the white spunk was flowing backward out. She moved her ass back and forth against his cock, other female hands helping her, and Abdul continued to thrust into her, female hands pushing him onward so he could continue to fill that young pussy with his jizzum. A woman could never have too much cum inside her cunt. <br /> <br />Lexi collapsed onto the large purple bed and she fell fast asleep in mere seconds. Abdul motioned for the four women to come and sleep beside Lexi. When they were all cuddled around her – two on each side – he got a large purple blanket and covered their naked bodies with the warm and cozy cloth. He kissed them all and left the room. The camera lingered on the image of the five sleeping women and then switched off. The dvd player stopped automatically. The video had run its full length. <br /> <br />————- <br /> <br />A year after watching that video, we saw Abdul on the news. He was knighted by the Queen of England for his efforts in feeding hungry people around the world and ending poverty in a number of countries. Wow! I said to myself. That is a fantastic achievement. Nora told me that she thought Abdul was an okay guy. <br /> <br />We received a letter from Lexi a few months after that, letting us know that she’d be home for the holidays. We got the house ready and decorated and when she arrived at the front door, we cried and embraced and got wonderful surprises – she had three children standing behind her waiting to meet their grandparents and get invited inside their home. <br /> <br />Abdul arrived the next day and apologized for anything that we might’ve had against him. I told him that it was okay, that I was happy that Lexi was happy and taken care of, and congratulated him on receiving his knighthood. We all spent the remainder of the holidays in our home and did a lot of catching up. <br /> <br />The holiday’s came to an end, and Lexi and Abdul had to go back to Saudi Arabia where they lived in a palace. Lexi told us that she was in charge of all of his humanitarian business endeavors and ran her own little company on the side that was very successful. She promised to always visit us on the holidays with her kids and we were happy to hear that. <br /> <br />Nora and I have found a new way to spice up our sex lives – we play Lexi’s dvd and it gets us aroused, then we fuck each other’s brains out. We eventually got bored after doing it a hundred times to the same dvd so we sent Abdul and Lexi an email, asking them if they could record more of their sexual activities with each other for our viewing pleasure. They were more than willing to help us out on that. <br /> <br />The next Christmas after Nora and I sent our request, Lexi, Abdul and the kids visited us with a big package. On opening it, we found 100 dvds, each containing 5 hours of hardcore XXX footage featuring Lexi and Abdul. Wow! That was the perfect Christmas present for the two of us from Lexi and her Arabian knight. <br /> <br />THE END

Interracial Stories

Sat, 12 Feb 2011 00:50:53 UTC

The Lucky White Boy

<p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">My name is Billy Davis. I am 16 years old and was recently released from a juvenile detention facility and sent back to stay with my grandmother where in Georgia. As part of my release, I have to obtain my GED from the local adult education center. I also had to obtain employment. I now work at a local hotel helping with catering and dishwashing.<span>&nbsp; </span>At the GED center I met Kelly. He is 15 and has had his run in with the law as well.&nbsp; Although Kelly is white and I am black, we clicked right away as Kelly shares my love for rap music and the occasional use of marijuana.&nbsp;The story below details a recent encounter.</span><span style="font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’"></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">————————————————————————————– </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’"></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;So are you ready for tonight,&rdquo; I asked Kelly as we walked from the GED center.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;You think I am going to be able to see something,&rdquo; he asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I told you, almost every time I work at one of these events I end of seeing something,&rdquo; I responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Yea, remember when you told me about that drunk blond and her husband that you helped to their room,&rdquo; Kelly reminded me.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I remember. By the time we made it back to their room her tits had basically came out of her bridesmaid dress as her husband practically carried her,&rdquo; I recalled.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Nice tits,&rdquo; Kelly asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I acted like I wasn&rsquo;t looking, but her left tit was all the way out and it was nice as my hand was cupping her tit as I helped him get her in the room,&rdquo; I responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Her husband didn&rsquo;t realize it,&rdquo; Kelly asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;He had no idea. He was drunk as hell. Plus, I had added some of my specialty to their cups,&rdquo; I added. </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;You have a great job,&rdquo; Kelly reminded me.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Only the catered events. The dishwashing job sucks, but the catered events make up for it. It is always going to be someone who shows down their blouse or up their skirt when you help them back to their rooms. The key is making sure that the husband and wife both are drunk and my specialty sometimes helps,&rdquo; I added.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Well, I will have my camera ready tonight to take some pictures if a bra and panties are showing. Did you get your specialty from Jake when he gave you the weed,&rdquo; Kelly finished.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I certainly did so. Be at the hotel around 11:00 pm or so,&rdquo; I added as we shook hands and parted our ways.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">Seven Hours passed&hellip;&hellip;..</span></strong></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&nbsp;&ldquo;Did he bring your wine and drink,&rdquo; I asked the approaching black man in the crowded and loud room as he and his wife headed back to the dance area of the ballroom.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’"></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Yep, sure did.&rdquo; the 30 something black man with braids stated in a deep slow voice as he walked past me quickly to get back to the area where everyone was partying at the college alumni reunion.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;It sure took a damn long time,&rdquo; his wife added as she followed behind him.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’"></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&nbsp;As part of my job I picked up additional dollars helping to serve and clean-up at various events held at the hotel. This included weddings, conferences, conventions and reunions to name a few. I had learned that the people were often rude, especially when they became more intoxicated with the free alcohol and wine that were staples at the majority of these events. </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">I have a thick skin and did not let it bother me because I knew these folks were not sober, but after a few times I found the signs of drunkenness could be used to my advantage. Tonight would be no different. </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’"></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;So is everything okay? Do you need anymore water,&rdquo; I asked as I returned to the table where the black man and his wife were now back seated after dancing to a popular R&amp;B song.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;We are good,&rdquo; he informed me after a pause.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Can I get some more wine,&rdquo; the man wife&rsquo;s interrupted as the man spoke.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Ma&rsquo;am, I will let one of the servers know. We are almost finished with the wine and alcohol service I believe. As I told you before I cannot serve alcohol,&rdquo; I informed the lady before being interrupted.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Well, why don&rsquo;t you just go find out? We done paid all this money and ya&rsquo;ll done stopped serving the wine. That don&rsquo;t make no goddamn sense,&rdquo; she responded quickly. <span>&nbsp;</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Honey&hellip;Honey&hellip;calm down. Young man can you go and find out if we can have some more wine brought to our table,&rdquo; her husband responded peering at me smiling.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Yes sir. I will do so. So you both went to school at State,&rdquo; I asked referring to the school that was listed on the reunion screen.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Yep, we met each other my junior year and her freshman year,&rdquo; he responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;You come back to these every year,&rdquo; I asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;They only have them every other year, but we try to make it every time,&rdquo; he responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;How is the hotel? Is your room okay? You look like a top floor concierge level type of guy,&rdquo; I asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Oh no, not me. The room is fine,&rdquo; he responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Did you get one of the renovated ones,&rdquo; I asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I am not sure,&rdquo; he responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;What floor are you on,&rdquo; I asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Five,&rdquo; he responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I think there are some rooms on five that are renovated. Do you have the glass shower and granite counter top,&rdquo; I asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;No,&rdquo; he responded although I already knew the answer.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I think some of the rooms on the 5th floor are renovated. You must be in room 512-522 or something. What is your room number,&rdquo; I asked like.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t remember, Honey, what is our room number,&rdquo; he asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I think it is 537. You got the key in your pocket,&rdquo; she recalled as he reached into his pocket.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Yes, it is 537. You were right,&rdquo; he informed his wife.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I know. I am always right,&rdquo; she responded in a smart way.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know about 537. So is State a good school. I am thinking about it for business. Did you and your wife either attend the business school,&rdquo; I asked seeking more information.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Sorry no business degrees here. My degree is in computer science and my wife&rsquo;s is in education,&rdquo; he responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;So you are a programmer and she is a teacher,&rdquo; I responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Almost. I am a computer science engineer and my wife is an assistant principal,&rdquo; he responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;James they playing our song,&rdquo; the lady stated pulling her husband up to once again head to the dance floor.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">As they left to go dancing again, I quickly grabbed a bottle of wine from a neighboring table and poured more wine into their glasses adding some of my specialty I had obtained earlier. </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">I called Kelly and let him know that we would be approaching room 537 in about 20 minutes or so. I waited another 10 minutes as they returned and drank more.<strong> </strong></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">I then waited and watched as the couple returned and admired the way they poured the recently filled wine down their throats quickly.<span>&nbsp; </span>They sat for a few more minutes before they began to grab their belongings from the table. Upon seeing this, I quickly returned back to their table.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Looks like we were able to get you some more wine,&rdquo; I informed the couple as I approached the small table of four they were now standing up at.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Thanks,&rdquo; the man replied as he drank the last sip out of his glass. </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;You all need a refill,&rdquo; I asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;No, I think we are done,&rdquo; he responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black"><span>&nbsp;</span>&ldquo;I know I am done. All that wine done snuck up on me. Plus, my damn feet are killing me in these heels. I have had enough and I am going back up to the room,&rdquo; she responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I am getting a bit woozy myself, the man stated grabbing the chair.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Sit back down for a second. Let me pour you both some water,&rdquo; I stated as they agreed.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">They sipped the water for a couple of minutes before I knew they were almost out of it.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Let&rsquo;s get you both back up to your room,&rdquo; I added.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Sure. Thanks,&rdquo; the black man stated as I helped him to his feet.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Let&rsquo;s go Lisa,&rdquo; he stated pulling his wife to her feet.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">I quickly helped out grabbing onto the other side of the guys wife as we walked out of the now semi-crowded ballroom. I quickly guided them to the elevator and pressed the fifth floor. Once the doors opened for the fifth floor I immediately headed to room 537 as I could tell they both were getting closer and closer to collapsing as I could feel the weight of the guy&rsquo;s wife becoming heavier and the guy was now slurring his speech.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Here is another employee who is going to help us,&rdquo; I added motioning for Kelly to come toward me.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Let me help you all here,&rdquo; Kelly stated walking up to us.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Please help with the lady and I will help the gentleman. I believe your room key is in your pocket,&rdquo; I asked already knowing the answer as I reached into his pocket to retrieve it.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">The black man was almost out of it at that point so he did not even realize it as I pulled it from his pocket while supporting his weight.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Hurry up. She isn&rsquo;t light,&rdquo; Kelly added referring to the man&rsquo;s wife who Kelly was supporting.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">The man&rsquo;s wife was a brown skin black lady with shoulder length black hair with red coloring and a cute round face. She appeared to be in her early to mid 30&rsquo;s as well. She was wearing a light blue dress that looped around her neck and stopped just above the knee. She wore gold colored long earrings and similar colored bracelets on both wrists along with open toed heeled black strap on shoes.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’"></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I am doing my best,&rdquo; I explained as I finally got the door open.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">We walked in and laid them both on the bed. The husband was now sleep as we entered and closed the door behind us.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Leave the light off. Get your camera out and use the flash on your camera just in case she is not completely out of it,&rdquo; I informed as Kelly grabbed the camera to take a few pictures.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Okay,&rdquo; Kelly responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;You should be able to get some good one with that short dress she has on,&rdquo; I informed recalling all of the previous views I had seen from women in similar length and style of dresses in a similar enhanced drunken state at the hotel.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think she has a bra on,&rdquo; Kelly informed me by letting me know he thought he had felt straight through her dress while holding her.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;You should get a great picture then with the flash,&rdquo; I added as Kelly started to take photos.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;Nice legs,&rdquo; Kelly informed as he took the pictures.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;She got a nice body on her,&rdquo; I added admiring her nice brown skin color and well manicured hands and feet.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;She definitely has no bra on. You think if I pull the top of her dress to the side she will wake up,&rdquo; Kelly asked.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know and that is very risky,&rdquo; I responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;She seems to be out of it. Just let me try,&rdquo; Kelly responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’">&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know,&rdquo; I responded as Kelly inched closer. <span>&nbsp;</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">At this point, Kelly touched the top portion of the black lady&rsquo;s dress. She moved slightly. He then began to pull back the light blue cotton fabric that was covering her right breast. The lady did not move.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Here Billy, take the picture,&rdquo; Kelly said handing me the phone as he now had the woman&rsquo;s right breast exposed.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">I quickly shot the photo of the woman exposed tits. They looked soft and her dark areola was a perfect complement to her nice sized brown breast. Kelly then began to run his fingers across her exposed black breast.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Kelly stop,&rdquo; I whispered as he paid no attention to me.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">Kelly kept going and pulled the other side of the lady&rsquo;s dress down now exposing both of her niced sized round tits. She was moving just slightly. I was worried, but it was exciting to watch the young skinny white boy rub and touch the well endowed and attractive married black lady.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">I kept watching. Kelly then took his right hand and pulled up the ladies dress as she lay on her back. </span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Nice white lace thong,&rdquo; Kelly smiled as I glanced.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">Kelly then took his hands and moved it across her pubic area. He then lifted the thong exposing the first glance of her trimmed black pubic hair. He then pulled her white panties just to the side and pulled her nearest leg wider so that he and I could get a better look.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Smell like pussy,&rdquo; Kelly responded.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">It was a site to see as this attractive black lady laid there with her dress at her navel and her legs open and panties pulled aside as I took the pictures. Kelly then began to rub through her black pubic hair touching the outside of her clitoris area. She was still not moving.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I think she is out of it. You might have given them too much of the drug he gave you,&rdquo; Kelly whispered.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know. They could wake up at anytime,&rdquo; I responded looking over at her husband who was snoring.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">Kelly continued touching her now alternating between rubbing her breast and her pussy. He then started to rub his fingers across her lips. She quickly responded by slightly opening her mouth as he did so. Kelly quickly began to move his finger in and out of the lady&rsquo;s mouth. She was definitely sucking his fingers as he now touched her tits and her head began to move from side to side as her mouth opened.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Holy shit,&rdquo; I whispered as I stood there almost unable to move.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">Kelly then did the unthinkable. As I continued to watch, Kelly then moved his right hand down to unzip his pants. From there, he pulled out his semi hard cock and began to stroke it as he touched her more. He then used his hand to sort of pull her down off the pillow.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">Within seconds he was slightly moving his dick just to touch her nose and lips. As he rubbed the dick across her mouth she quickly opened her mouth. I watched as she placed her nice sized lips around Kelly&rsquo;s dick and began to suck. I had to take the pictures and that is what I did.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">This continued for a couple of minutes as she did a good job taking his white cock into her niced sized mouth. Kelly then moved back down between her legs and began to rub her clit. He then pulled her left hand down to that area and placed her fingers on her clit. He moved her hand around until she began to rub her own clitoris moaning softly.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&nbsp;&ldquo;James I need some dick now,&rdquo; she replied as she spread her legs wider.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">Kelly quickly accepted her offer and stuck his dick right in.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">After a few second Kelly picked up a good rhythm and was fucking her good as she moaned as her husband lay asleep beside them. It did not last long as Kelly quickly ejaculated trying to pull out.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&ldquo;Oh shit,&rdquo; he replied as we both thought of our next move.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">We now had to cover our tracks. The &ldquo;roofies&rdquo; I had placed in their drinks worked better than I had ever imagined, but now we had to cover this up.</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’"></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">First things first, we had to get James undressed. That was not an easy task, but we accomplished it. Next, placed him in the bed right beside his wife, who was now asleep. After accomplishing this, Kelly who had wiped his cock off immediately after pulling out placed some of the cum and cream on Mr. Tate&rsquo;s dick.<span>&nbsp; </span>Now it looked legit.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">We quickly gathered our belongings and got out of the room leaving only Kelly&rsquo;s DNA evidence behind.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’; color: black">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: ‘Times New Roman’,’serif’"></span></p> <p>&nbsp;</p>

Interracial Stories

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 19:11:39 UTC

My favorite day at the outlett

Working where I do I see a lot of random people. Each person being different you have to wonder what they are all thinking from one point to another. <br /> <br />Some folks express their minds pretty well and others are two steps above grunting and pointing! In the business of people you learn and see a lot of things, buetiful women being one of the best. <br /> <br />The outlet where I work sells damaged goods from big retail stores for lower prices, none of which are ever set in stone. This draws in all walks of life to see what we have and try to get themselves a good deal. The incident I’m about to tell you about happened one day near closing. <br /> <br />I close the store at six every night unless I have someone inside, in which case I let them poke around until they either buy something or leave. Late last Thursday I was closing up when a beat up little red car pulled in, there were a few minutes left before I was truely closed so I left the door open and busied myself around the store taking care of last minute things that needed to be done. <br /> <br />The driver walked and greeted me, the voice I herd was like sil, sweet and southern. I turned to see a buetiful ebony skinned woman in a tank top and pair of tan shorts. She couldn’t have been over five feet tall. Her neck length hair framed her face perfectly. <br /> <br />"Oh good afternoon." I said trying not to stair at her body for longer then what would be acceptable. <br /> <br />"Hey, how much longer will you be open?" she asked. <br /> <br />"Until I have no customers here" I replied with a slight smile. <br /> <br />"Ok, I wont be long then." <br /> <br />"Feel free, take your time and look all you want." <br /> <br />She poked around and pulled some stuff out, putting it in front of my counter and then going back to browse the store. After about ten or so minutes of light conversation and her picking different stuff she was finished and came to the counter for her grand total. <br /> <br />"That comes to one hundred and forty-seven dollars" I said with a smile. <br /> <br />She frowned as she went through her purse and then looked at me innocently and asked "Can we negotiate that a bit? I seem to be a bit shy." <br /> <br />"Well, I can drop it to $125 if that’ll help." <br /> <br />"Hmm, I really need all this stuff. Can I do something to reduce the price a bit more? Take out your trash or whatever? I just moved into my apartment and am still a bit shy." <br /> <br />"Er, well I’ve already done all that needs to be done for the day actually." <br /> <br />"Oh" she said with a look of disappointment. "Well, how about this?" she asked motioning to herself. <br /> <br />Refusing to believe that I was having a penthouse moment with this amazingly beutiful woman I stuttered, "I-I’m not s-sure what you mean ma’am." <br /> <br />"Simple, I mean that we shut the door and I’ll do whatever you want for you to knock off a few more dollars." <br /> <br />"Well, I..uh…ok" I was able to stammer out. <br /> <br />She took me by the hand and we walked to the back room of my store, as we walked through the door she began to strip and turned to me. Her eyes had mischief and lust in them as the top hit the floor and her soft breasts tried to push out of her bra. With my hand in hers she pulled me close and softly whispered "Do you like me?" To which all I could do was nod. "Then show me" she put her hand on my head and gently pushed me to my knees as she hopped up on the table and spread her legs. <br /> <br />I softly kissed her legs, deeply inhaling her scent. I was so turned on and amazed, this goddess wanted me of all people! I’m nothing special, 5’11" 220ish lbs and a bit above average in the pants, and she wanted ME! <br /> <br />I began to unbutton her pants as she pulled me into a fiery kiss! Her hands explored my face as mine slid her shorts off of her amazing legs. Beneath her shorts was a red thong that reminded me of something you might see in the strip club. With a sly smile she reaced down and slid them off with one hand while the other released the deark orbs on her chest from their restraint. <br /> <br />I couldn’t help but stair in awe at her body for a moment. She had perky C cup breasts and a perfectly shaven pussy that smelled divine. She moved her hand up my chest and pulled me in for another deep kiss then shoved my face between her legs. Wrapping her legs around my head she said "Now, eat me!" her fingers pulling my hair so I couldn’t pull back. I quickly starting sucking and licking every drop of juice from between her legs as she moaned. <br /> <br />"That’s it baby, eat it! Eat that fucking pussy!" she encouraged me. <br /> <br />About that time I found her clit and softly sucked it between my teeth. <br /> <br />"Oh gawd yes! she screamed. This brought her to a quick climax as her finger nails ground into my skull. <br /> <br />She unwrapped her legs from my head and pushed me back a bit, getting on her knees she looked up at me as she unbuttoned my jeans. My cock sprang out as she unzipped my pants. Glancing up at me she took all seven and a half inches down her throat in one go. If you’ve never been with someone of another color let me tell you, it’s hot as hell to watch the contrast of skin color. <br /> <br />My ebony goddess’ mouth was just as amazing as the rest of her, she was sucking while going deep down her throat so that the storkes felt like I was in the tightest pussy I’d ever known. Her tongue swirled around my shaft, every time she’d pull off she’d go back down getting faster each time driving me crazy. I remember whimpering right before exploding in her mouth, she swallowed most of my cum but there was a bit that escaped her mouth slowly tricling down her face. <br /> <br />She hopped up on the table again and spread her legs "Now, eat me until your hard again." she commanded. I happily put my face back and began greedly licking and swallowing her juices. This time she got a bit more aggressive and started humping my face. At one point I almost passed out because I couldn’t breath but managed to hold on and continue. <br /> <br />Within a few minutes I was rock hard again, noticing this my head was released fromthe death grip she had on it and she pulled me between her legs as the wrapped around my waist. I looked down and watched as she guided me in, my white dick disappearing into her beutiful hole, it was so tight too. I looked up at her face, she was biting down on her lip as i began to slowly slide in and out of her. I got blocked when I moved to kiss her again, she pushed my face into her heavenly chest putting my mouth on her left breast which I began to worship it while keeping my rythme. <br /> <br />"Oh god baby, fuck me fuck my pussy hard daddy!" she moaned. <br /> <br />I began slamming her as hard as I could, watching her body bounce around on the table. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as another orgasm wracked her tiny body. Her eyes shot open and a smile crossed her face as she pushed me away only to switch places with me so she could ride me. My small goddess mounted my cock and I watched it disappear inside of her. Starting slowly she rocked back and forth on my cock, just far enough for it to be revealed beneath her and then would cover it up with her amazing cunt. This didn’t last very long as her pace increased as did the noise she was making, I had no idea who this girl was but she was fucking me with all she had and loving every moment of it. <br /> <br />Pulling her legs up so that they were along my chest she really started fucking me hard. She reached another two orgasms in no time flat and then looked me in the eyes and slapped me across the face. "Cum for me right now!" I’ve never been one for pain, but for some reason this time it was a huge turn on and my body obliged my goddess, I began cumming and couldn’t stop for what must have been half a minute. I’ve never cum that hard or long before, I filled her pussy to the brim. When I finally finished she climbed down off me and got dressed real quick. When I had gained enough of my senses to get dressed and walk out she was gone, she’d left everything she’d picked out where it had been and there was a note on my counter that read: <br /> <br />Hey cutie, sorry to fuck and run but something came up. I’ll be back some other time to pick up that stuff. <br /> <br />XXooXX <br /> <br />-G <br /> <br />The letter smelled like her and all I could do was think over the last half hour in amazement while locking the door. The stuff can be put up later, I needed some sleep. <br /> <br />There’s another story about when she came in later with her boyfriend, but that’ll come later 😉 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Hope ya liked the story, feedback would be great! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A and T store clerk

Interracial Stories

Fri, 22 Oct 2010 15:45:22 UTC

Lesbian’s Kiss

<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ‘.Helvetica NeueUI’; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469)"><p>This is a fictionalized account of an actual experience. It’s been sensationalized for story telling but the basic events are true. Enjoy!</p><hr /><br />&nbsp;She was just at my shoulder.<br />Her body exuding raw sex in a powerful feminine wrapper.<br />Her strong chin defined the set of her jaw as she spoke. Her luscious lips curved delightfully as she spoke. All he could think about was how those might feel against his own. Throughout the night they brushed against one another. She never missed a chance to touch him and he never missed an opportunity to smell the scent of her. They danced around for hours. He playing the gracious host and she the social butterfly.<br />At any given moment they were as far apart as they could be in the house the party was being held at but they’d look up and connect eyes and she’d look away quickly pretending to be coy. It was a dance. A fun dance. Truthfully he held no expectations because she was a lesbian and he was straight but that didn’t stop him from seeing her as a sexual being. It didn’t help that sexual energy was flowing off of her to begin with. As she drank a little and smoked a little more whatever checks she put in place began to lessen and her energy flowed out in greater quantity. It got to the point that all he could do was feel her presence no matter where he ran. So he just stopped running.<br />Where she went he wound up and where he went she wound up. They were inseparably drawn to one another throughout the night. As the night went on he began to drink a little more on his own and his own checks began to weaken. He could feel his own sexual well drawing in her endless supply and together they began something that he could never imagine might actually come to fruition.<br />Still they danced.<br />In the early hours of the morning as the party had begun to die down the two moved into the dungeon and sat together talking. She had a sing song voice that he found akin to a lullaby and she was rife with questions about his life. You see he was married and yet he and his wife were capable of exploring the taboos of polyamory and swinging. She was fascinated. As it happened she’d come from a similar background. She was a swinger and poly but had only in recent years attempted to be monogamous. Now she was giving in to her wanton abandon and finding her center once more. She desired to return to her salacious roots and fulfill every little dirty desire that ran through her mind at nights when she was alone. He was was fascinated. Now these two kindred spirits sat alone in a dungeon decorated with Christmas lights, a couple black lights and the various pieces of furniture that spoke of the dungeons true purpose.<br />&quot;I love this medical table!&quot; She said in her high pitched so much like glass wind chimes.<br />He smirked, &quot;Yeah it was a great find. Hop up.&quot; He suggested playfully.<br />&quot;Up there? I don’t know…&quot; Her attempts to play coy had long since lost their potency and he was feeling braver anyway.<br />&quot;C’mon get up there.&quot; He said.<br />With obvious halfhearted reluctance she rolled her eyes and hopped up on the medical examination table in the corner of the dungeon. Everyone was quieter throughout the house as the party was truly nearly dead. People were passed out on sofas or turned in to one of the four bedrooms in the house. The two of them were for all intents and purposes, alone.<br />She laid back and propped her legs up on the corners. The table while an antique lacked stirrups. He raised an eyebrow, an expression that they both shared. She made a cheesecake surprised face her lips all puckered into a small &quot;o&quot; and her eyes all wide. It was like something out of the pages of a 1950’s pin up book. Then she giggled.<br />&quot;I like it when you do that…&quot; He said truthfully.<br />&quot;Do what?&quot; She asked.<br />&quot;Giggle. I like it when you giggle.&quot; He replied.<br />&quot;I giggle at everything.&quot; She said offhandedly.<br />&quot;I know. I like it.&quot; He said matter-of-fact.<br />There was an uncomfortable silence between them then he leaned in closer and she seemed to look him up and down before the energy that crackled between them like a livewire snapped and their lips met.<br />It wasn’t soft.<br />It was hungry.<br />She had been denying herself for so long and he was a creature who knew what he wanted and went after it regardless of the consequences. If their energy could be plugged in, it would have lit the entire street. His hands played over her body from the smoothness of her thighs to the firmness of her breasts and when he tweaked her nipple she let out &nbsp;high pitched squeak of joy. He couldn’t help but giggle inside.<br />She kissed him harder and let out a high moan that was both sexy and adorable at the same time. All the while his body reacted in kind to hers and he knew this was going too far. Or perhaps, not far enough. Up was down and everything was confusing but he couldn’t resist the allure of this siren anymore than she could resist the call of this wild beast. Both of them from different walks yet in that moment both of them wanted the same thing.<br />She bit his lip as they parted which brought &nbsp;a low moaning growl from deep inside his throat. His primal energy was being tapped and it made every hair on his arms and neck raise with excitement. His beast didn’t get to come out often so when enticed it flexed. She could feel it. Just under the surface. At 5’7&quot; she knew that he was a foot taller and twice her size. When his hands reached up to grab her mouth she wanted to resist and fight. After all they were both Tops, yet in that instant they were equals and it was nice to be on a level playing field for once.<br />&quot;Isn’t it better?&quot; She whispered into his ear.<br />&quot;What?&quot; He gasped through clenched teeth.<br />&quot;When they fight back…&quot; She breathed slowly.<br />That was it. He moved from where he stood on the side of her to between her legs and they crashed into one another a frenzy of kisses and groping. Somehow her shrug came off followed closely by her top and bra and he devoured her breasts. Teeth found her nipples evincing tiny squeaks of pleasurable pain and sensual pricks of ecstasy that shot through her sensitive nerves and into her spine unhindered. Her back bowed pressing herself closer to him wanting so much more. He responded in kind pulling her closer. Soon they began to meld and the sexual energy in the room was palpable.<br />Before either of them knew what was going on he reached down and unbuttoned her shorts and in one strong motion that made her gasp ripped her shorts down. His fingers found her soft wet lips and parted them to another intake of air from her. She had craved this feeling for a while now and her abandon was loose. He pushed fingers against her soft place and slid in her hips involuntarily sliding toward the edge of the bed. Her legs were supported on his strong arms. She could feel that strength and wanted so much for it to crush her. She reached out and raked her nails down his arms trying to will more from him. He responded by clenching her hips tightly in his enormous hands.<br />In a blatant show of his physical power he yanked her effortlessly to the very edge of the medical exam table and lowered his lips to her cunt. Her scent caused his own pressure to build and he knew he would need to lose his own pants soon. In contrast his tongue gently caressed the lips of her pussy and parted to find her sweet spot. The moan of giddy sensation shivered through her body and she clutched his head wanting to press him closer and he moved in response locking his mouth onto her clit and using his tongue the way he had on her nipples. His tongue clicking and moving adding to her own sexual pressure.<br />She had to bite her lip to keep from shouting out her desire and joy of his tongue playing over her hot pink button. Her hand released his head and she clenched the table riding his face for everything she had. When his fingers joined his mouth and fucked her hole she felt the room spin for a moment. Her breathing came more labored and finally it was all she could do not to shout &quot;Fuck me already!&quot;<br />As if in response to her mental plea he pulled back and gasped catching his breath. He stood and in the dim lit dungeon he looked like a dark shadow. An avenging angel of lust with a desire to exact revenge on her body. They both craved this and it was carnal and primal and visceral all at once. He unbuttoned his pants and she longed to feel him deep inside her. It had been nearly 3 years since the last time she had been with a man and she realized she missed the feeling of that intruding tumescence plunged deep inside of her most precious place.<br />Reaching over he turned off the final light in the dungeon diving them into darkness. Instantly he was gone and it was like a dream. His hands and body were there she could have placed his energy wherever he was but without her eyes, that single loss of one of her most keenly necessary senses and everything became heightened. His touch was like ice and fire all at once. She heard a sound she figured was a condom wrapper and then she felt his strong hands clench her thighs and bring her even further off the table so her ass was literally hanging off. The table was the perfect height because she felt the head first as he playfully rubbed it up and down her slit which was soaking wet from desire and foreplay.<br />Without warning the world turned upside down. He hands and her body brought them together and they were one. His engorged cock was thick and long. Not the thickest but it hit all the right places. She hadn’t realixed he was curved but he felt it distinctly as he found himself hitting her cervix and the sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent spiders of electrical ecstasy up her spine. He used his hands to guide their sexual dance and she couldn’t help but buck to get closer. She wanted more of him if that were possible and he wanted her too. He leaned over and his tongue still tasting of her sex pierced her lips and both cock and tongue fucked her from both ends.<br />They were a frenetic ball of pent up energy and the release was fantastic. She could feel the waves of his lust wash over her and she took it into herself, processed it and turned it back on him. They were a perpetual sexual machine. Each one feeding and feeding off the other. The world ceased to exist and all that was were the two of them in physical harmony doing what they were both built for. They fucked with the primal instinct of billions of years of evolution. It wasn’t pretty or handsome or romantic. It was savage and delved into something deep within them.<br />She gasped with each stroke of his dark member. Both for the lack of light and the taboo nature of his race. He was the first man of ethnicity she had ever experienced and that made it all the better for her. He took pleasure from that thought as well and it made it even better. Finally he pulled out and the sensation was so sudden she gasped out in denial and desire.<br />&quot;Get on the floor. On your knees.&quot; He whispered hoarsely trying to keep his voice under control. But she could hear the growl therein. She nodded in the dark as if he could see her then hopped off the medical exam table. He slid a hand behind her back and pulled her to him unceremoniously pressing her lips to his firmly. He wanted her so badly and was so close to finishing that it made it all the worse for him but he had to taste her lips again. Then without meaning to he pushed her down and she went to her knees. She caught her breath then knowing what was coming next.<br />Her ass in the air she felt exposed and objectified and it was something deep down that she yearned to feel with the right person. She never let go like this and the release was unbearable. She was herself truly and this was what she was and what she needed to be. Not all the time but right at that moment she accepted her truth and it gave her a sexually stimulating form of shame to be used. All the while feeling powerful because she knew she controlled her part of the situation. It wasn’t often she experienced this as a Top but now she was equal with her partner and it felt exhilarating.<br />His hands clasped tightly to her hips and his palms kneaded them. Such strength it sent a quiver through her thighs and she knew she was getting wetter still. He parted her legs wider with his knee and propped his other leg over hers putting his leg against her hip. He wanted to be in her as fully as he could and then she felt it. The head of his cock touched her pulsating lips and then he slammed it home. She tossed her head back but bit her tongue so as not to let out a scream of pleasure. He pumped her as hard as he could but she wanted more so she leant her own strength to it slamming her pussy onto his steel rod hitting all new places she hadn’t felt a male’s touch in so long.<br />Her pussy was tight and it sent thrills up his own spine. She was an untouchable thing and for this moment she was his and he was hers. He served her as much as she was serving him. He felt like he would do anything to maintain this synergy but he could feel his own desire mounting and knew he would release soon. He ran his nails up her back and she bowed her back to meet them. Involuntarily his hand found her hair and clenched tightly. She resisted but it was halfhearted she wanted him to pull and he wanted to. His grunts became more labored and his flexing hands told her he was close. She wanted to feel the release. To feel the sensation of his cock pulse it’s orgasm into her and know that with his white water explosion would come an energy release she would drink in.<br />&quot;Oh God… I’m gonna cum…&quot; He grunted through a growl from deep down in his diaphram.<br />&quot;Cum for me!&quot; She said louder than she intended to.<br />Then it hit him. Cascading waves of sexual energy slammed into him like a tsunami of utter pure white hot and at the same time nerve blistering cold as his body was rocked by orgasm.<br />Then it hit her. His sexual energy had built so much that she didn’t expect he could slam into her harder but he did and she felt it acutely. A mixture of pain and pleasure washed over even greater than before. His hands crushed her hips and she was carried away in the sexual tidal wave that came with him. Then she felt it. His cock pulsed within her and she knew was coming.<br />Slowly the throng of energy they had released together settled and the silence of the darkness crept in around them. It was eerily a contrast to the savage sounds that had filled the silence. She was certain everyone in the house must have heard them.<br />He pulled out slowly and backed away leaving her cold and exposed. He returned with a towel as she lowered herself to the floor and absorbed what had happened.<br />He tried to gather his mind but couldn’t get her out of it.<br />This was uncharted territory for the both of them.<br />&quot;I want to make you cum.&quot; He said quietly.<br />She turned over and realized that a small light from the kitchen could be seen from beneath the door and that little illumination lit him enough for her to see the sincerity in his voice.<br />&quot;Maybe next time.&quot; She said breathlessly.<br />He nodded. So there would be a next time. He smiled. She did too.</span>

Interracial Stories

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 23:35:04 UTC

Stranger at Lunch

<p>As some of you that follow me and my adventures you know that I’m very open about my life and the things I like and enjoy. For those of you just reading about me for the first time I’ll fill you in some. I’m a professional real estate agent for a large company in Kansas City, Missouri. I’m married, a mother of three, white, and I think still good looking for my age (47). My husband Nick and I live a very open lifestyle and don’t have any hang ups about what we will try or have tried. Thus my story begins about a day last month that started out like any other day but took a big turn before it was over. </p><p>This day work was really slow and I didn’t have any appointments which really made it drag on. Everyone except one other agent was gone so I decide to take a early lunch around 11:30 at the bar across the street from our downtown office. To save time I’ll just tell you that while I was at lunch I met a very nice black gentleman, but not by my doing. His name was Jeremy and he was a very very hot and good looking guy I’d say in his late twenties or very early thirties. It has been awhile, probably since last winter when I hooked up with those guys on line that I had been with a black man and honestly I was thinking about fucking one and how good it felt just when Jeremy came in to the picture this day.</p><p>I was sitting alone on my lunch break having something to eat and just wishing the day would be over soon. Just as I finished eating, Jeremy walked over and asked me if he could sit down and join me, so I said yes and let him. We hit it off right from the start and was enjoying some good conversation, not about anything special but we did have a few good laughs from the start. He really cheered me up since I was having a bad day at work and this months sales really sucked. As always it seems we finally got on to the subject of sex and what did I think about white women being with black men and so on. He wasn’t real direct at first but after about a half hour of talking he asked me if I was interested in black men and had I ever been with a black man before sexually. Well for only knowing this guy for less than an hour I surprised myself and opened up as if we had been friends, close friends for years. I told him all about the sex life my husband and I enjoy and what we are involved in, and yes that lifestyle did include men and women of color. Now I probably really sounded like some big middle aged slut but for some reason, sharing all my secrets and how I liked having sex didn’t seem to bother me one bit, well at least not this day. He asked if size mattered to me during sex and I told him that it wasn’t necessary all the time but it was nice when I could find someone larger than average. How I let the size of a mans tool come into the conversation so soon I’ll never know but I’ll just use the excuse that I was horny and was thinking about sex when we met. </p><p>Well to my surprise again, he slides over closer to me then pulls out his phone, clicks through the buttons and while showing me the photo on the phone asked, &quot;what you think of this?&quot; On his phone was a full front view picture of him nude and showing his huge black snake hanging low, very low. I swear it made me wet instantly and I wanted to sample it right than. Believe me, after months without black meat his would do the trick for sure. With lunchtime almost over I had to get that wonderful picture out of my head and told him I had to return to work. Before I left we exchanged numbers but since he wasn’t getting anything right away I wasn’t expecting him to call. Well surprise, surprise, but less than 3 hours later he texts me asking if I wanted to come around to his place after work and maybe have some fun. Well I was so happy to get his text that I immediately texted my husband to say I was working over and not to cook dinner. Nick my husband is alright with me being with other partners but only if he’s with me, it’s more for my protection than anything else I guess. I don’t do this often and times before when I did Nick didn’t get pissed, he just gave me the &quot;be careful where you go and with who&quot; lecture. I’m sure he doesn&rsquo;t want anything bad happening to me again as it did once before on a business trip. But thats another story. Anyhow I accepted Jeremy&rsquo;s request and soon the day&rsquo;s work ended and following his directions, I headed over to his place.</p><p>When I arrived he had me a glass a wine waiting and we sat down and talked for a little while before we both just kissed. I nearly melted as he knew just how to use his tongue. I just imagined him licking my clit, wow I was getting so turned on and wet. After what seemed like hours but really only 10 or 15 minutes of hot kissing, we headed for the bedroom. In the room was a big king sized bed waiting so I just laid out on the bed as Jeremy went into the bathroom. When he returned he entered naked as he was in the picture on his phone. I giggled a little but my eyes were fixed onto his huge black snake, wow it was at least 10 inches and that isn&rsquo;t lying. Jeremy then walked over to where I was laying with my head sort of over the edge of the bed. He placed his cock directly above my face and over my mouth. I didn&rsquo;t wait a second and I grabbed ahold of it and began playing with his big chocolate cock. I started sliding my hand slowly up and down his uncut cock till his foreskin slid back exposing the head. I turned some and as I was licking the head I just smiled at him and looked deep in his eyes with all the lust I know he could see in my eyes, saying how much I wanted and needed his huge cock.</p><p>I think he loved the roughness my wedding ring was giving him as I jerked and licked his dick. After a few short minutes of teasing him I couldn&rsquo;t hold back any longer and I needed to sample this black dick and I slid his heavy dick in my mouth. I sucked a little bit at first but it tasted so nice that I placed more of his dick in my mouth. I now had all his big fat cock head stuffed in there. I struggled at first as it was so big but then I worked out how to open my mouth wider, still breath and suck him easier. This way I then could take even more of him deep down my throat. Jeremy had his hand holding my hair out my face so he could see better I guess as he just stood there watching me work his manhood. I now had a rhythm and was sucking my new found black chocolate with ease.</p><p>Reaching over me he unzipped my dress and then started pulling it over my head, which made me pull him from my hungry mouth. I laid back on the bed as he moved around and pulled my legs back closer to him, he seemed so strong and full of muscles. In one swift move he pulled off my soaking wet thong, dropped to his knees and started licking and eating my pussy. &quot;Ohhh my god&quot;, I moaned several times. &quot;Oh god&quot;, &quot;Oh fuck&quot;, &quot;damn that’s good&quot;, was all I could say. I was in heaven. No man has ever sucked and licked my clit so damn good I don’t think. I moaned louder as he got rougher but I kept lifting my body off the bed due to the pleasure I was in. &quot;Oh shit, Oh damn&quot; I kept yelling. I was so happy I had came to his place and that I was having so much pleasure. I could hear my pussy getting wetter as I heard slopping sounds when Jeremy was licking me and than for my added pleasure he slipped one, than two fingers in me while still licking me. This extra treat had me panting and I was going crazy on his bed. He gave up on eating my drenched pussy and moved up to start biting and sucking my nipples. This was even better because he slid his fingers back down to my pussy and began working my clit once again. I just couldn’t get enough of this and was still moaning over and over, &quot;Oh yes&quot;, Oh yes&quot;, &quot;don’t stop&quot;. I was loving every dirty minute of it and he was really finger fucking my pussy deep and good, and I was lifting my ass high in the air off the bed to get his fingers in me deeper. My new black lover certainly knew which buttons to press that would bring that slutty side out in me. </p><p>Jeremy moved to a position near my head and to shut up my talk I guess he slammed his cock in my mouth which I took really deep this time because from his position he was basically sitting on my face. At first it scared me and hurt some but he then reached down and slapped my pussy really hard, which made me moan loud even with his fat cock stuffed in my mouth, than he bent over and began sucking my tits again. The pussy slap was more a surprise I guess but what came next really scared me and I wondered for a few seconds just what had I gotten myself into. Witout any warning, Jeremy grabbed both sides of my face with his hands and rammed his cock really deep down my throat. I nearly choked and thought I was going to start crying. I was moaning, &quot;No, No no, oh, no&quot;, as Jeremy was almost face fucking me with his huge cock. Thankfully it didn&rsquo;t last long but what an experience.</p><p>He quickly moved down the bed, spread my legs and again without warning, pushed his cock full length deep into my pussy, making me gasp and tense up some. I guess that didn’t go over with him so he got really rough, slapped my ass really hard which made me relax some and he slowly fucked me at first. I don’t think he had a choice since his cock was to big for me at first. After his cock was good and covered with my wet juices and he was sliding in and out more easily he started pounding me hard and his bed was bouncing due to the force he was giving it to me. I was groaning, &quot;oh yes fuck me, oh yes fuck me&quot; and I got what I asked for. He did exactly that as he got really rough again pounding me really hard, &quot;oh god, Oh fuck, I yelled.</p><p>Feeling this big black dick after so many months was driving me crazy. After only a short 10 minutes of rough but good fucking, he placed my legs on his shoulders and began pile driving his cock really deep in me now. I never knew my pussy was so deep and could take so much cock. He spread his legs wide and began pounding me with deep thrusts and with a rhythm of…….bang, bang, bang, bang. I couldn&rsquo;t stop moaning as I held onto his tight ass cheeks, &quot;Oh shit, Oh my god, Oh shit&quot;, I kept yelling. Again without warning he suddenly stopped with all his cock buried deep in my tight white pussy. I started to cry just a little and as tears ran down my cheeks I mummbled; Oh god, Oh god it really hurts&quot;. I could hardly speak I was that fucked up. Thank god we had a little break, but only a short break as Jeremy started spreading my pussy lips and playing with my clit. He then told me he was going to fuck me hard doggy style.</p><p>I could barely move but somehow I got into doggy position as I felt his long hard cock slide back in with ease, and again he started fucking me hard and fast, his balls slapping really hard against my clit, he held my waist and really drove his dick deep in me, my stomach was really hurting, my tits were rocking back and forth as the slapping sounds got louder, his balls were slapping my body, I could barely moan anymore, &quot;oh, oh, oh god, oh my god I’m cumming&quot;. He buried my face into the bed sheets then really fucked me hard and even deeper as he told me he was going to cum deep in my cheating slut pussy and as he said that he came really deep in me, so deep and so full that when he removed his cock from me it all came gushing out.</p><p>I could barely move as he rolled off me. I was so drained and I just laid there feeling his cum running out of me. I really enjoyed the fact he hadn&rsquo;t used a condom which a lot of guys want to do but I usually always go bareback with my partners. I most of all enjoyed the fact that he had dumped a real big load of cum in me and that it was still dribbling out of me all over the bed sheets. </p><p>After a short rest I told Jeremy that I had better be getting home. I dressed without cleaning myself up, we said our goodbyes and I headed home. The thought of driving home with his cum still inside of me and getting home with my panties full of another mans cum is just a super turn-on for me. When I arrived home I found a note that said my husband and son had gone out for something to eat and would be home later. Being alone I decide to just clean up and rest before they got home. I went up to our room, got in the shower and washed my pussy as much as I could to try and get as much cum out of me as I could. When I finished I just laid on the bed watching television and thinking about the wonderful afternoon I had just had. I had to admit that the cock I had today was bigger than most I have had before and I was sort of proud that it didn’t take me long to get use to it’s size and would be looking for bigger ones in the future to see if I did have a size limit.</p>

Interracial Stories

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 17:37:33 UTC

My Wife Becomes Black Men’s Cum Dump

We had just wrapped up a weeklong convention in Vegas. It was a late Sunday when we arrived in at hometown. We had anticipated our late arrival, so we reserved our room at our hotel before we headed for Vegas.

My wife, Dana, is a very sexy older Irish woman with beautiful green eyes. Dana looks superhot when she is her tight jeans or short skirts and heels. Since no one knows us, when we go to other cities she dresses a more provocative. She also wears tops that show plenty of cleavage. The skirts are not slutty, but short enough that it sends men messages she is available for fucking.

While we were once on vacation, we went to a brunch, Dana went first, I followed a minute later. Dana wore short black skirt and heels, when I got off the elevator, I saw her in the buffet line as she leaned over to put something on her plate. As Dana was leaning for about 10 seconds, I got a great view of her sexy red sheer panties when her skirt rode up. There was an older guy sitting with his wife that got a good view of my wife also, his wife caught him staring and hit him and I cracked up.

After our arrival, we checked in and cleaned up we went to a hotel sponsored socializing hour complete with liquor being served. Dana already had 3 margaritas and was working on her 4th, when we me a black gentlemen that appeared to be in his mid to late thirties, I found Charles to be a very intelligent person, and I could tell he really was interested in my wife. I could also tell my wife enjoyed his conversation. I said why don’t we move over to that table and pointed to a table that was surrounded with waist level walls that had planters on them, it was quieter and secluded. After we moved, Charles excused himself and went to the men’s room.

Dana and I have no secrets from each other, so I just plainly asked her, do you want to fuck Charles? She replied, yes. Though my wife likes to fuck other men, she does not like to initiate encounters and does not like to do anything without me being present. I was sitting in the middle next to Charles seat and my wife was sitting across from Charles, so Dana and I quickly exchange seats. The tables had medium length table cloths, so I told Dana to raise up her skirt until her panties were well in view. I told Dana I was going to men’s room.

When I entered the men’s room, Charles was washing his hands and we were alone. I don’t know how you will take this, but are you game in engaging in some adult fun with us in our room? My wife would like to share some time in bed with you. He said, sure, I wanted to bed your wife, since I started talking to her earlier. Charles also said, he was straight, he was not into gay action and I said no problem there. The wife just likes to fuck men a lot so let her have her adult fun when she wants it, we are not looking for any permanent relationships, he agreed. I told Charles when we say it’s over it is over, again Charles agreed. I said, we agree. When, we go to the table sit to her right side, I had Dana raise her skirt so when we go back to the table you can start by fingering her pussy.

We got to the table and Charles moved his chair right next to Dana and I did the same on the other side. As soon as we sat down Dana held his right hand on top of the table while I could see his left arm doing slow thrusting action. I could see Dana, starting to roll her eyes and bite her lip. Charles begin to thrust his fingers harder and faster and Dana was now thrusting her hips at his hand. I said let’s take this to our room.

When we got into our room, Dana wasted no time, she sat Charles on the sofa and unzipped his pants, out popped a huge monster cock, Charles said it was 11 inches fully hard and we could see it was very thick. Dana looked at it and said, damn, that is a fucking monster. I jokingly asked, does that mean you changed your mind, she replied, hell no, I am going to have fun trying this cock. Dana quickly through a couch pillow on the floor and started kissing Charles huge cock. She started to lick up and down his huge cock and kissing his balls. Dana, inserted his huge cock head in her mouth and started to work his cock up and down. I could hear Dana breathing harder and harder, she was getting real hot! Charles asked Dana, you like my black cock? Dana, quietly said, what is there not to like, it so huge and beautiful. Charles stood up and held Dana by her sides of her head and held it in place. He then started to thrust his huge cock in Dana’s mouth. Charles told Dana, I am going to teach how to take a black man’s cock down your throat. He started speeding up and inserting a little more each time. Dana started gagging and he took his cock out and started again, each time going in deeper. Dana was not fighting him, she was enjoying it all, she wanted to take as much cock as she could down her throat.

In about 15 minutes she had at least 8 inches of his cock down her throat. Without any coaxing from Charles, Dana was now taking all 8 inches down her throat by herself, she loved to suck his huge monster. She was sucking on his cock like mad raving whore, she couldn’t get enough. Charles asked her, you like black cock, don’t you? She said, hell yes, I love black cock!

Charles then stood up Dana and walked her over to the back of the couch and told her to place her hands on the back. My wife was bent over in her heels, he spread her legs and moved her pantie crotch to one side and he started to split her pussy with his huge monster. Dana was so wet, he was having no problem, going in all the way to his balls. Charles started spanking Dana’s ass and started thrusting her pussy and his huge monster. The more he spanked her, the harder Dana started thrusting her pussy at Charles huge cock and screaming, “FUCK ME”, “FUCK ME”, “FUCK MY PUSSY HARD”. Charles was fucking Dana, harder than I have seen any other man fuck her.

Charles stopped and walked her to the bedroom, as Dana was walking I could see lots of cum dripping down her long legs, she was getting an intense fucking. Suddenly, I could hear Dana screaming as Charles was tearing up her pussy. I could hear very loud thudding as Charles was slamming Dana’s pussy. I peeked around the corner and Charles had Dana’s legs locked in his shoulder and arms pinned to her side. He was literally going all the way out and coming back in ramming her pussy and all Dana could do is scream and scream, but she never said stop.

Charles grabbed Dana by her hips and thrust her pussy hard against his monster cock and held her place as he dumped what seem to be ever ending rivers of cum in her pussy. I know Charles just kept coming and coming, because was making grunting noise every time he let out a flow of cum go. Charles was beginning to release Dana, but Dana lifted her hips up with her feet and kept slowly thrusting her pussy against Charles cock and begin to grind her pussy on his cock. Charles asked Dana, if she ever had been fucked by more than 1 guy at time, she replied, no. He asked, you want to try, you will have a great time. You have great pussy that begs to fucked by more than one cock at time. Let me call a friend of mine and if you don’t like it you call the shots. My wife asked me, and I said, it’s up to you?

Charles went outside and called his friend Jonah. Dana had taken a shower and got dressed in a very sheer black nightie with very sheer tiny panties and heels. We were having drinks when Jonah arrived with another friend Alex. Dana said, I agreed to one guy with you, not three. Charles said, don’t worry, he is not going to participate.

We had a few more drinks and Dana started playing with Charles crotch through his pants. Charles turned to Jonah and said take her in the bedroom, she is a damned good cock sucker. I went in the bedroom and Jonah was ramming his cock down Dana’s throat. Jonah was about 10 inches but thick, but Dana was able to take most of his cock own her throat. Suddenly, I saw Jonah tense up and he pulled Dana mouth against his cock and started to grind against her mouth, and started saying, I’m coming down your throat slut, take it all. Jonah, told Dana to open her mouth, she did, and I could see gobs of cum in her mouth. Jonah told Dana, swallow it all slut, and she started swallowing, Dana loves to eat a guy’s cum.

Charles came in and put Dana on all 4s doggy style on the edge of the bed and took no time ramming Dana’s pussy. It didn’t take long when Charles had Dana screaming. Charles started yelling at Dana, “YOU LIKE BEING A WHORE FOR BLACK MEN, DON’T YOU WHORE”? “YOU LIKE LOTS OF BLACK COCK”? Charles was ramming Dana’s pussy without mercy. Charles called out for Alex to come in the bedroom, here, fuck the shit out this pussy, “this bitch is going to be our whore from now on”. Charles pulled, and Alex quickly took his place ramming Dana’s pussy, she was so hot and screaming, she was not objecting to anything. Alex rammed Dana until he started coming hard and deep, you can see all the cum dripping down Dana’s legs. Charles got in front inserting his cock in her mouth, while Jonah started ramming Dana’s pussy.

Someone knocked on the door and I answered it was 6 more black guys that said Charles invited us, so I let them in. We stayed at the hotel for an additional 3 days, all the guys dumped cum in Dana’s pussy several times. Dana still fucks other men, but her favorite are black men with huge cocks. Dana is an easy spread for black cock.

Recently Charles told Dana that soon he will begin to train her to take huge cock up her ass, but that is another story.

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Fri, 24 Nov 2017 21:03:45 UTC

my ex-girlfriend and mother of my son is a huge whore for big black cock

Hello everyone, My name is Thomas. This story is about my ex who I unknowingly turned into a big black cock whore. It all started when I was 13 years old and got a web TV. For those of you who don’t know Web tv is like internet that hooks straight to the TV. So Their I was looking at porn and came across a video of a cute little white girl sucking a big black cock. At first I was upset cause I wandered why such a pretty white lady whould want to suck off and swallow the cum of a black man, but then I got seriously eroused by it. The thought of a huge black cock stretching and fucking a white chick made me mad and horny at the same time. So I started watching more and before I knew it I was hooked. The only thing that could get me off was the thought or image of a big black dick choking and streching white bitches. Their was alot of mixed emotions going on, when I see a white girl with a black guy out in public I was mad and turned on at the same time. There was something about it, like the forbiden fruit as one of my later girlfriends put it. Anyways after a couple of years secretly watching and busting nuts to intrerracial porn, it got to where I needed more, so I got on to watching interracial gangbang videos. It was kind of confusing, I loved watching and beating off to interraicl videos but then every girlfriend I had in school I would drill it in there head that it is not okay to be with black guys. Then I moved from my home town in Florida to Texas with my sister, that is when I met a girl named Ashley. She was a red head like me and super sexy 5′ 6 with curly red hair beautiful face, size D 36 tits and an ass that whould turn heads for miles. She was the town slut and I didn’t know it cause I was completly new. after a month of dating she came over one day when I was alone and that was the first time I got some pussy. She was a super freak down for anything. After a few months she got pregnant and had my daughter. A year after that we where 17 years old and to make it short a few things happened and the next thing I know we are living in a hotel room in Myrtle Beack, SC. The is when she found my collection of interracial porn. I came home early from work one day and walked in on her masterbating to one of the videos. One thing led to another and the next thing I know we were fucking while watching the videos. It got to the point to where I couldnt get off unless she talked dirty while we fucked. I had her saying all kinds of dirty stuff. Stuff like &quot;oh baby I need some big black dick, your white cock just aint doing it for me&quot;. &quot;Please bring me home a couple of black guys to fuck me&quot; and &quot; I love big black cock, I’m going to pretend that your a black guy fucking me&quot;. After a few times she couldn’t get off with out talknig like that during sex and I loved it. Then one day while we where fucking she was talking dirty and said &quot;baby, I want to get gangbanded by a couple of black guys, promise me you wont get mad if I fuck a few black guys. &quot; I want you to promise me, Say I promise I wont get mad&quot;. That is when I realized I created a black cock whore monster. The thought turned me on and pissed me off at the same time. I was afraid that if I did let her fuck some black dudes, she would never want another white man again, and this is the mother of my daughter I’m talknig about. Well, a couple of weeks went by and a lady named Wanda that stayed a room down from us moved in to our motel room and was staying on the coach until she got enough money togehter to get were own apartment. One night my then girlfriend and I got in an argument cause she was hanging out in with some people down stairs that I didn’t know., so we yelled at each other and I said &quot;fuck it leave then bitch&quot;. Then I took about 4 tylenol PM’s in front of her, she waited 30 minutes till I went and layed down. About 2 hours later I woke up to the phone ringing. It was the motel manager asking me if everything is okay, cause he heard alot of screaming and noises. I hung up and went in the livingroom area and asked Wanda&nbsp; if she heard anything, she paused for a minute and then told me she heard some serious fucking going on next door in room 312. I got a sick feeling cause we had a key to that room. I started looking for the key we had and couldnt find it. I asked Wanda if she knew who it might be and she said she did look through the blinds and saw the back of the girls head and about 5 black guys and that they were geting it, she said that they were pounding her down. Then she looked at me and said Thomas I hate to say this but it did look like it might be Ashley in there. So I waited looking out of my peek hole waiting to see who come out of the room. After a few minutes the phone rang and I went to answer it in the other room and no one was there. I ran back to the peep hole and the whoever was in the room had allready left. I let it got and watched her carefully, it turned out the Wanda like to smoke cocain and got Ashley into it and Ashley was fucking black dudes all the time for some coke. Which explains why two black guys came over one night trying so hard to get it my room when they saw Ashley. It wasn’t till a year later when we broke up that she confessed that it was her in room 312 that night and she was gangbanged by 5 black dudes, she said that they talked shit to her calling her a dirty black cock whore and a stupid white bitch. They gaged her fucked her in the ass and pussy at the same time, slaped her around coked her, and double dicked her pussy which is why I could feel nothing while fucking her after that night. Anyways we went our own ways and couple of years later I met my now son’s mom Cristie. Cristie was a mother of two and 27 at the time when I was 20. We met through her babies daddy and hit it off. She was super freak that whould do anything I told her in the bed. After stroking her real good she was in love. I should have known better cause we fucked on the first date. I mean anal, tea bagging, deepthroating, and all the above. After a month I decided she was so hooked on me I could tell her about my fetish of watching interracial porn. So one night I put in a porn video and we fucked. I would hold her head still and say look at that big black cock fucking that little white bitch. She got into it real quick. The same thing started happening, every time we fucked we talked about black dick fucking her and watched interracial videos. She got good at it. She knew how to make me jelious and turned on. We then moved to Texas and started doing cocain, cause it was $500.00 an once and I was in sales and made 3000.00 every other week. We started getting more and more freaky. One night after getting a 5 thousand dallor check for two weeks of sales a friend from work and I went to a strip club and got fucked up and horny. After a couple of hours a lap dances and whiskey he took me home where I decied to offer him a chance to help talkn Cristie into a threesome.&nbsp; Due to the fact that she is a hot half asian chick he quickly agreed. We went up to my appartment and after calming Cristie down, cause I was at a strip club, we put our sales techniques on her saying &quot;I’m sorry for going to the strip club and to make it even I will let you fuck my friend Taylor her&quot;. We then had a few drinks and she finally agreed. We went in the room and started taking her clothes off. We both stood their while she went back and forth sucking our dicks. We both fucked her with two dicks in her pussy, then one in her ass and one in her pussy. She loved letting us take turns with one from behind and the other in her mouth. At the end my friend cummed in her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow. After that I did the same. It was her first threesome and first time swallowing cum. Well a couple of weeks went bye and will were still talking dirty about black cocks until one day I decided to go all the way with it. I met a black dude at a strip club one night and one thing led to another, I had him call some of his friends and invited them to the appartment. She wasn’t too happy at first, I had to take her into the bedroom and talk to her for awhile. Then gave her a few drinks to loosen her up cause she was scared. She finally calmed down and said she wanted so cocain first, so I made some calls and left to go get some. I got the stuff down the street, I was gone for about 20 minutes and went back to the appartment. On the way up the stairs to our appartment I heard some serious screaming, I thought some girl was being beaten or killed. The closer I got to our appartment the louder it got. I opened the door and there she was with a black dick in her ass, one in her pussy and two in front of her face waiting to get sucked. At first I was pissed cause they did it while I was gone but then I started to get real hard. I mean she was getting fucked hard, I had to hold my hand over her mouth to quite her so the neighbors didn’t call the police thinking someone was getting raped or something. So there were 6 black dudes fucking my girlfriend everywhich way. Two of them were fighting over who was going to fuck her in the ass next. She had a black cock in her ass, pussy and mouth with three more groping her all over and sucking her tits, she looked up at me with a look I’ll never forget. Her eyes where big and wide with a look of fear and saticfaction. Eventually they truned her over on her back to take turn fucking her pussy and getting their dicks sucked. I moved in the stick it in her pussy and she put her hand over her pussy to stop me, I looked at her like she was crazy and she looked back at me with three black cocks around her face and one in her mouth and made a no sound. I thought maybe she was sore so I back off and as soon as I did she let one of the black dudes stick it in her. I tried to get my dick sucked and she sucked all the black dudes and ignored my dick. I was pissed. I stood up said fuck you bitch, put on my clothes and left the appartment. I couldnt believe my own girlfriend was fucking all those black dudes and wouldnt let me touch it. I started to wish I never brought them there in the first place, I was heart broken. So I went to my jeep and turned it on for the heat and music and smoked a Marlbro. I still had the coke on me so I started doing some of it. I went to the store bought a 12 pack on bud light and went back to the appartment parked the jeep and started getting as fucked up as possible. After 45 to an hour I seen a couple of cars leaving, it was the black dudes leaving the appartment. I told my self that I started this and I’m not going to slap the shit out of her like I wanted too. So I go up the stairs and into the appartment. There she was laying on the livingroom floor in a state of shock and litteraly covered in sperm. From her pussy up her belly on her tits and all over her face. She was still moaning and looked like she couldnt move. I walked up to her looking down in complete disbelief and said &quot;what the fuck is your problem?&quot; She look up at me with an image I will never forget and said &quot;I love you so much&quot;. I sat down in the recliner pissed but horny as hell. I took my clothes off and said asked &quot;what are you doing?’ I looked at her with a pissed and determaind look and said &quot;I am going to fuck you damn it&quot;. She said she was very sore, but I didnt care. I fucked her while she was still laying on her back covered in black cum. I made her lick it off her and eat it while I fucked her. It cummed so hard and so much it was unbelievable. Later that night we got in a fight over it and the police came, which she told them what happened and I eventually left to go to my friends to stay the night. We where together for a couple more months and had kinky dirty talking sex, but I always had that feeling she was fucking some black dudes while I was at work or anytime I was gone, so we split up. I took custody of my son. And eventually she had a black baby which was taken by social services, and I heard a few stories from different people about her being seen all over with black guys. So I guess what they say is true. I feel gulty and wish I never started any of it with her but I cant change it, so I just move on. Eventually she went to jail for some stuff and I never talk to her anymore.

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Tue, 18 Oct 2011 00:06:02 UTC

My 28 Big Black Dicks Pt. 1

First, let me introduce myself. I’m now 24 years old and married. I starting fucking at the age of 17, in that time frame I have taken 28 big black dicks in my my phat white pussy. (Sometimes ass too) Here are the stories of how slutty I was back in the day starting with each guy!

A- My virginity. I was 17 years old and just moved to a new school. I was always a good girl, but I knew I was made to be a slut. I masturbated with every household item I could find. I fucked my ass with a curling iron on the daily. I was craving sex since 15 but never acted on it. Finally, the night came. I went out with a friend and her boyfriend who had a friend for me. We just met, they got us drunk off Bacardi hurricane and they took us back to an abandoned house. A convinced me to suck his dick (my mouth was not a virgin) so I did. He convinced me to fuck. Mind you, I met him about 4 hours prior and never had any dick before. But I was ready. He pulled up my skirt and slid my panties off. I let him record it on my phone so I can masturbate to it later. He loved my ass. I instantly loved sex because of the way he was praising everything I was self conscious about. He then spread my cheeks and shoved his 8" black dick into my teen virgin pussy. I let him cum in my mouth and never spoke to him again.

S- Two weeks later I was craving more dick. I knew that now that I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I called A’s friend who was eyeing me up that night and we went in the abandoned house for the second time. With a different guy. He fucked me on an old mattress on the floor and ate my pussy and ass. I was dripping the whole night. We fucked about 2 more times on different occasions in my moms car but after that I moved on to better.

C- Now C. He was a solid fuck buddy for months, he exposed me to some real good deep dick. He ate my pussy with my legs behind my head. I even sucked his friend off while he pounded my phat white ass from the back. I loved it. I loved feeling used and abused. He took me to the beach when we skipped school and he fucked me hard in the back of his crown Vick. He even made me spread and show my pussy to a bus of prisoners that drove by. Imagine seeing a tight young ass spread as you drove by!? They probably got so hard!

B- After C was my boyfriend B. He only dated me to fuck. He was sweet and actually took his shoes off to fuck me.

M- M was one of my favorite dicks! He was actually a friend of A and S! Hehe! He fucked me in a closet in his friends room. I loved how he spread my cheeks so hard and tickled my asshole with his thumb. He put my ass in the air and pushed my face down into the floor as he went super deep in my young cunt. I loved it. His friends mom was confused why I came downstairs with makeup running down my face. I WISH they ran a train.

J- J was the biggest dick I seen at that point. He got me drunk when I turned 18 and threw a party for me. He stretched my pussy so far it was farting so much but the sound of my pussy squelching every time he took it out and rammed it back in made me cream all over him. He was quick though. He then told his friend to come in, D, and D slid his dick which was smaller than J’s, right into my cunt. I heard him say "damn bro you stretched that hole good, I’ll see if she’ll let me take her ass" and I sure did. I barely could feel his dick after that monster fucked me so I said fuck it, stretch both holes out for me. So there I fucked 2 guys on my 18th birthday. I loved it.

M2- Was another good fat dick. I’m 5’1, he was 5’6 He was short but was packing. I usually fucked taller guys. We were friends for a while and I sucked him off a while back in a hotel bathroom at a party, but now I needed that dick. I was staying with my friend for the week but she was working and I needed a good place to fuck, so I fucked him in her bed! I even stole her moms vibrator to put in my ass. (I stole it on other occasions) He went to put his thumb in my tight ass but I told him I had something better. He was a good fuck and we did it about 7 more times after that. At this point I was also fucking A2, and A2 is my next story…… and possibly my sluttiest, trashiest fuck night.

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Sun, 23 Jul 2017 17:31:29 UTC