31 comments/ 119179 views/ 45 favorites Black Girl By: magmaman I came walking out of the store carrying a paper sack full of toys and some odds and ends I was hoping my granddaughters would like. They had both carefully written down a long list of all the things they wanted, although some of it I didn't have a clue what the hell they even were. Kids nowadays, what is up with them? Black lipstick, black nail polish, red eyeliner, funny looking long black outfits with silver chains? We never did anything screwy like that when I was a kid, maybe stand around with our pants cuffs rolled up and a smoke glued to our lower lip. Well, there was the duck's ass haircuts and minor stuff like that but black lipstick? I hate shopping, when my wife of nearly 25 years was alive she always did that. Oh, a few times she actually managed to get me in a store pushing a cart but finally she realized just how miserable that made me and gave up. Now except for holidays or birthdays the only shopping I ever did now was for paper plates and cheap utensils, I hated doing dishes, too. My cooking pans are almost always new, too. One batch of noodles with cheese and into the trash they go, screw scrubbing them. Less than $10 and I can get a whole set of those Chinese ones. I liked those frozen dinners, too. Pop them in the microwave and eat, pitch the rest, end of any problems. I wouldn't have noticed the woman standing there except she had her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, and she was smack dab in my way. "Just where did you learn to park, mister?" She demanded, her head doing that odd bobbing back and forth thing African American folks do when they are upset about something. I came to a screeching halt, surprised. She was wearing black slacks and a heavy sweater, she looked a bit on the big side. "Uhhh..what do you mean?" I asked her, confused. She pointed at my truck, it was sitting a good six inches over the white line, there was no way she could open her driver's side door. I glanced over and her passenger side door was open, she had obviously climbed over the seat and out that side. Her car was some tiny little thing that looked like every other car out there, I had a vision of her climbing across over the gearshift lever. When I parked, I had given the car on my driver's side some extra room, my full size truck was pretty big and I swear they are making parking spots smaller all the time. "Sorry, miss. I will move it." I told her, wanting to get by to set my things in my rig. She didn't seem too pleased with me, I went around and stuffed the bags in my truck and left. I looked up in the mirror, she was still standing there with her hands on her hips as I drove off. I had more things to get, so the next day I drove back down to the store. I carefully centered my truck, managed to struggle out without jamming the door into the car next to me. I shut the door and turned, there she stood again, looking at me. "That's better!" She said. She didn't seem mad today. I noticed she was on the pretty side, but she still looked a bit big. I shook my head and promptly forgot about it, heading into the store to get some more toys. I also went over to the frozen foods section, grabbed a couple of dozen TV dinners and a frozen pizza that actually looked edible. "That stuff will kill you, why don't you buy some real food?" I heard from behind me. I turned, there she stood with a shopping cart, a cute little boy sat in it, his legs hanging out the back. He looked at me and grinned, then stuck his thumb in his mouth. I blushed, managed to stammer something about not cooking very well and this made it easy. I looked at her cart, she had fruits and fresh vegetables, some fresh baked bread and some kind of huge vegetable that looked like a person might use at Halloween to decorate their porch. "Butter Squash." She said, seeing my glance. Curious, I asked her what she did with it, since I had no idea at all. I had seen those things in the stores but never bought one. I could see no way to cook one of them, anyway. The next 10 minutes was a series of recipes, she told me how to slice it, season it, how to cook it, even what temperature to use as I stood there and listened politely. Then she went into how to make a batter, right down to each seasoning and how much. I listened, trying to be polite. She picked one up, put it in my cart and told me to give it a try. Next she picked up the pizza, gave me a sidelong look, put it back in the freezer. She shook her head no and went on down the row. Good grief. I went and got into line to check out, she was right behind me. "You men! You are all the same. Are you really going to eat that thing?" She asked, looking at the pizza I had retrieved when she was out of sight. "Yea! I am!" I told her, starting to get upset. This chubby black lady seemed to be everywhere. She sniffed but didn't say anything, but she did grin when the clerk weighed the damn squash. "You will like that, I like it best baked with brown sugar." I just nodded, thinking it might look all right as a decoration on my porch. I started my truck, sat there for a few minutes looking at the front page of a newspaper I had bought. It was the usual, the world was ending, Arabs were shooting rockets off at each other and then there was a big headline about that Simpson guy. I put the truck in gear and pulled out onto the highway. I made it almost a block, I hit a bump and the sack with that stupid squash fell over. I reached over to grab it when out of the corner of my eye a little car pulled right out in front of me from the parking lot. I got a glimpse of the driver looking over her right shoulder as I locked up the brakes and spun the wheel, way too late. I nailed her left front fender, knocking her sideways several feet. Her horn jammed on, steam started coming out. I got out and ran over to the little car. Yep. Same woman, she looked frightened. I checked the kid sitting snugly in a car seat in the back, he was giggling like that was fun and he wanted to do it again. I reached in the rear passenger side and unclipped him, tucked him under my arm in case of a fire or something. I tried to open her door but it was stuck, with the kid under one arm I couldn't pull hard enough to get it open. I finally got her door unjammed and got her out. She seemed to be just fine, although rattled. She reached out and grabbed the little boy, hugging him to her chest. "We have to quit meeting like this." I wisecracked. She just looked at me. I figured she didn't see any humor in the situation. We exchanged information, I found her name was Tania. I checked out her car and it was not drivable. My truck was unmarked, it had a huge steel bumper with a winch on the front. That combined with my big 36" tires had put the top of her fender halfway across the hood. She apologized all over the place, I went back to my truck, the sack with the squash in it had hit the floorboards and it was smashed. I started laughing, for some reason that was funny. "Want a ride someplace?" I asked her. "Sure." She gathered up her kid, we snugged him down in the crew cab section. She saw the squash on the floor as she was getting in, started picking up the pieces. "I am really sorry." She said. "Nobody hurt, it's no big deal." She gave me directions, I drove her home, then went on to my house. I called my insurance agent, let them deal with things, I thought. The phone rang almost the second I hung it up. It was Tania. I was beginning to think we were becoming attached, either I was in her way or she was in mine, or I was running over her, what was up with that? "I wanted to apologize, I am really sorry." She told me. "It's OK, my truck isn't hurt, I am sorry about your car though." "Oh, they will just get me another one, I have good insurance since it was brand new." I felt a little better at that. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you to come over for a nice dinner, I want to make it up to you." "There isn't anything to make up for." I told her. "It will make me feel better. Please?" She asked. What the hell, I said OK. I can't say I was really looking forward to that much, it would probably be another lecture on what not to eat. Besides, I am white and nearly 60, she was maybe 30 and black. I don't think I am prejudiced or anything but I just had never really been around black people much. But I said OK, she gave me a time. One thing about me is that I am always on time, if fact I arrived nearly 20 minutes early. I parked and picked up my newspaper to kill some minutes, I no more than got it open and she was knocking on my window. "Hey, don't sit out here, come on in!" She was smiling. I got out and followed her inside. She had on a white and green striped dress, somehow she didn't look quite so big in that outfit. Her kid was on the floor trying his best to break some toys, he looked up at me with big eyes and instantly stuck his thumb in his mouth. "This is Zack, my little boy." She grinned, almost like she was showing off a treasure. I guess she was from her point of view. I looked around, her house was modest but neat and clean. She showed me to a big easy chair, in seconds I had a lap full of Zack. He was apparently just learning to talk, he sat there and started yapping away, half of it was nonsense but a few words made sense. It was cute, actually, we played with his toys while Tania brought me a drink. I sipped it, it tasted funny. "Papaya juice." She grinned at me. "It's good for you." Oh, yum yum. I managed to get some of it down, it actually wasn't too bad. I made a mental note to buy some and try it with a dab of vodka. Tania got the meal ready, we sat in her dining room as she served up some funny looking stuff I realized was that Banana squash. There was what looked like some kind of fish, I tried it and it was good. "Dover Sole." She told me before I could ask. "This is baked Banana squash. I put some brown sugar and cinnamon on it." I ate with relish, I had to admit that it was sure a hell of a lot better than microwaved frozen dinners. Later we sat in her living room and talked. She served some kind of red juice that I think was Cranberry but I am not sure. I was thinking it needed a shot of vodka, too. She asked me what I did for a living. "TV critic." I told her. She blinked at that. "Really?" She asked. "Yea, Judge Judy makes a decision and I gripe at the TV set." I laughed. She found that funny as hell for some reason. I left that night feeling pretty good, my tummy was nice and full and Tania seemed to laugh at every wisecrack I made, no matter how lame. I actually had one heck of a good time. I went to bed that night, woke up around 3 in the morning right on schedule, a dream about her clear in my mind. It took me a bit to get my woodie to go down so I could dribble a bit, the dream had been on the naughty side. Waking up with a hard on was on the rare side for me. A couple of days went by, for some reason I kept thinking about Tania. I am not sure why, I had long since given up any thought of females, at least any thought of actual intimacy, anyway. Saturday came, I was outside puttering around in my yard. I actually do have a lawnmower but I could handle my lawn with a pair of clippers in 10 minutes so most of the time it won't start. I went inside to get my electric weed string cutter to make short work of my lawn, noticed the phone light was blinking. I figured it was my daughter since she usually called Saturday mornings, so I ignored it. I got the grass cut, then poured myself a snort of Vodka to celebrate a good day's work. The light was still blinking, I pushed the button. I didn't recognize the number, so I started to head for the kitchen and then it hit me it was Tania's number. I picked up and dialed. I got a message machine that told me to leave my name and number at the tone, damn I hate those things. What the hell is the point of even having a damn phone if you are never going to answer it? Oh, well. I got one of those things too. I went and got my paper and headed for the john. Of course the phone started ringing about the time I got settled in, I just let it ring. It sometimes takes me a good 10 minutes to take a leak, and by God once I get it started I sure as hell am not going to stop. I finished up and went in and checked the machine, it was Tania again. I called back and her soft voice answered. "Hi, Danny." "Afternoon. What's up?" I asked her. "I was thinking maybe you would like to join Zack and me tomorrow for church." "Uhhh.....Church?" "Yes, we sing songs and after the sermon we have a potluck. You won't have to bring anything, I will make something." Hell, she had a hopeful tone in her voice. But Church? Me? "I haven't been in a....." "Exactly why you need to go, Danny! Besides, it's fun." There is no way in HELL I am going to go to any Church, I thought. "OK." I said. Dammit, now I had to do some laundry. The only clothes I ever washed were my blue jeans and shirts. I went in and dug around in the pile, finally said the hell with it then got in my truck and went down to the store and bought a pair of slacks and a nice shirt. Tania showed up right on time, her new car looked just like the old one except this one was blue. I managed to fold my six foot frame into it, once I got the seat all the way back I actually had room for my legs. She was dressed in a pinkish and tan skirt and blouse, it seemed to change color slightly when she moved. There was a flower in her hair, and she had rolled her hair into a bun. She actually looked pretty nice, she had long curls hanging down each side of her face. I looked at her, I am sure she had makeup on but it was hard to tell, she just looked...kinda pretty? We pulled up and parked at a small white building, went inside. I managed to keep a straight face, there was a sea of black faces and they all turned to look at me. I don't know what I expected, but I was thinking that I sure as hell didn't fit in with this crowd. The next thing I knew a songbook was shoved into my hands and everyone was singing. I have to admit I had never heard any of the songs before, but I tried. My singing voice is best described as a cross between a Bullfrog and a mad Elephant, but I tried. Everyone was swaying and bouncing around, then I got into it and pretty soon I was doing it too. The preacher got up there, he had on a long robe and within a few minutes he was sweating and carrying on. I managed to get about half of it, too. Then there were more songs, I started to get into it again and soon I was having fun. My voice booming out got a few glances and a big grin from Tania. Zack sat there with his thumb in his mouth the whole time. Later it was food, good lord the food! I ate until I couldn't eat any more. At one time or another nearly everyone there came up to shake my hand and tell me I was welcome. I almost forgot the fact that I was white, but my gray hair and white face had to stick out like a sore thumb. Nobody seemed to notice or care and in short order, I didn't either. Even the preacher came over and shook my hand and told me I was welcome, he called me brother. Tania drove us back to her house, I was almost asleep even though the drive was short. Zack was out for the rest of the day, his thumb still stuck firmly in his mouth. Tania picked him up and told me to come on in, I followed along inside and sat down as she tucked him away. "So? How did you like that?" She asked me as she sat down in the chair across from me. "Well, I have to admit it was different, and I had fun." Then I heard a coffee pot finishing up, I hadn't even seen her start it. She hopped up and poured a couple of cups, brought me one. We had another long visit, talking about everything under the Sun. I found out she was a nurse. Her husband had been in the military, and sadly was one of those that didn't come home. She listened with interest as I told her about my long marriage, our son and the grand girls. I finally looked at my watch, realized it was way after dark. This had been one long day and my eyes were getting heavy. "I think maybe it is time I got home." I told her. "Why don't you just stay here? Zack is asleep and I don't want to wake him." That surprised me. "I...uhhh...I suppose...where would I sleep?" I asked, looking around. "With me, silly. I have a king size bed, there is lots of room." She grinned at me. I guess I probably blushed. I know I blinked. I barely knew this lady, and she was hinting....or was she? "Sleep? With you?" "Well, if that's all you want to do." I just looked at her. "Come on." She got up, reached for my hand. I took it, followed meekly into her bedroom. She was right about the bed, it was huge. I sat on the edge of it, still not completely sure of myself. In the thirty years of marriage to my college sweetheart, our life was one of those perfectly normal ones. I had never strayed, no reason or even inclination to. Now here I was sitting on the edge of a huge bed with a woman, and a black one at that? My confidence wasn't exactly at it's all time high. "Do you sleep in your underwear, or do you prefer pajamas? I have a new set that I think will fit you." She said, as she slipped her dress over her head. I looked at her in the dim light, she stood there waiting for my answer wearing a dark bra and underpants. "Usually just my undershorts." I told her. "Me, too." Tania reached back and tripped the bra, her heavy chocolate breasts were suddenly swinging free, her oversize nipples black as coal. I looked at her as I reached for the buttons on my shirt. Her body was full, her large hips flared out. She wasn't fat, she was just large. I could see a bulge at the crotch of her panties, I could barely make out the darker shadow of her mass of pubic hair. "I am going to catch a quick shower." She smiled at me. "OK. I guess I should take one, too." She grinned at that, I could see her expression in the only light coming in from outside, she seemed amused. "Come on then." She said, turning for the bathroom off to the side. I put my shirt on a chair, slipped my slacks off and followed. She was adjusting the water temperature in the shower stall as I stepped in, the lights were bright in there. She turned to me, stepped up close and tipped her head up for a kiss. I took her in my arms and kissed her. We were like that for a long time, I was enjoying the feeling of her big soft breasts pressed against my chest. Then she stepped back, hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them down and off. I stripped mine down, too. Her fingers searched for me, she lifted my testicles, then stroked upwards over me. I had managed to erect half way but her touch was electric, I stood to full attention in seconds. In the back of my mind I could hear the water running. I was over being bashful. It did pop into my head that black guys are....well, big? And I was...well, I thought my 7 inches was adequate up until this very moment. Tania stepped into the shower, I slipped in with her. It was a bit of a tight fit but we managed. She soaped me up from top to bottom and I did the same to her. Then we swapped positions to rinse off. She shut off the water and pulled a couple of towels out of the closet. She was looking me up and down as we dried off, then she turned and went back into the bedroom. "Do you prefer the lights off or would you like a night light?" She asked me. "I want the lights on, I want to see you!" I told her. I was completely turned on now. "Me, too!" She grinned, reaching over and turning on the lamp by the bed. Then she turned and looked me up and down, that same interested and curious expression on her face.. Black Girl "You sure are in nice shape." She smiled, reaching out and tugging me backwards onto the bed. She reached right down and began to fondle me again. I began to explore her too, she sure didn't just lay there and accept it, she was stroking and rubbing me the whole time. I began kissing and licking at her body just above her pubic hair, then I reached down and pressed her knee over, opening her legs wide. Her lips parted slightly, they looked wet and shiny. I played with her lips for awhile, moving them back and forth. In my whole life I had seen maybe three of them up close and in person like this. The contrast between her dark skin and pinkish inner lips was interesting. I couldn't help myself, I buried my face in her pussy as her hips came up. She spread herself even further, letting out a long guttural moan. I drew the flat of my tongue over her slowly, then paused. Her hips bounced a few times, demanding more, then I repeated the motion as slow as I could go. I eased back and let the tip of my tongue tickle, brushing gently against her button. She let out a tiny little noise each time I did that, letting me know she liked it. I just kept that up until I felt her body spasm. Then I slipped upwards, letting the tip of my tongue brush first one nipple, then the other. Her big dark breasts were firm, the nipples crinkled up tighter and tighter. I closed my lips on her hard dark nipple, pressed down and suckled gently. A bubble of milk formed and squirted into my mouth, that surprised me, it was sweet. Her hand came down and cradled me, then she grasped my cock and tugged, pulling me towards her. "In me, in me! Put it in me!" She muttered, her head tipped back and her eyes squeezed shut. Her lower body was squirming around and bouncing, seeking me. I obliged, using my fingers to spread her open as I pressed. I felt her body give, then I gained an inch or so. I had never felt a woman so tight, my wife and I always joined easily after years of practice. This was a struggle, I pushed and she gave ground, until finally I felt my pubic bone touch hers. She let out another long groan, I withdrew and pressed again, it was easier now. I could feel every single bump and ridge of her insides sliding across me, she still gripped me with her powerful muscles. "Bigbigbig...uhhh." She grunted, her hips now thrusting furiously. There was no holding back, I released and flooded her as her lower body mashed against me, actually lifting me. Her final long spasm came as she used her hips to lift me upwards, this was a strong woman. I felt myself soften, I pressed forward with my hips wanting to stay inside her but finally I could not and slipped out. I slid over, then reached across and turned her body towards me, just holding her. She was giving out very quiet little sounds, her rattled breathing came in short bursts. "Damn!" She said finally, rolling over on her back. I lay there on one elbow just looking at her. She sat up, hesitated for a second or two, then went into the bathroom. She was back quickly with a warm wet towel, she sat down and carefully washed me off. A surprise to me, that got the thing going again, her eyebrows raised and she began to slowly stroke me. "Oh, boy!" She giggled. I turned her so that she was on her knees and elbows and got up, pressing into her from behind. I had one hand on each hip, letting myself slap against her big behind. The second time lasted much longer, she had her head down flat on the bed and was letting out those tiny little noises again. I blasted off the second time, she reached between our legs and grasped me just as I came. That caused me to orgasm partly, then build again to another much more powerful one. Finally exhausted, she reached over and tripped the light, snuggling up tight against me. Her naked body felt really nice pressed against me, I had slept alone for a very long time. The Sun was shining in the upper window when I woke up. I reached for her, but there was no one there. Confused for a moment, thinking I was having another dream, I looked around the unfamiliar room. I was pulling my pants on when the door opened. "How do you like your eggs, Danny?" she smiled at me. "Scrambled." I told her. I got up and went into the kitchen, she was busy shuffling pans around. I got a cup of coffee and sat down. Just then the doorbell rang. "Will you get that, Danny? It's probably my sister, Sara." I answered the door, a very pretty young woman in her early 20's stood there with a surprised look on her face. She was slender, dressed in the white T-shirt and tight jeans. She had quite a set on her, obviously braless since I could see the big bumps her nipples made in the cloth. "Hello, I'm Dan." "Sara." She said, sweeping into the room like she owned it. She went into the kitchen, I heard their voices but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I moved over closer to the doorway. "Good for you! You go, girl!" I heard Sara say, getting a giggle from Tania. Then I wandered in and sat down, Tania set a plate in front of me. Sara sat there and looked at me with a great big grin. The situation was pretty obvious and I was blushing slightly. "I will give you a ride over to your house in a few minutes. I have to go to work, Sara is watching Zack for me." She explained. I just nodded, taking a bite. I saw the looks that were passing back and forth between them. Later as we pulled up at my house, I leaned over and gave Tania a kiss. "So when can we get together again?" I asked her. "Any time you like!" She grinned at me. "Let's don't wait until church next weekend, how about coming over and I will fix dinner tonight?" I asked her. "OK. I get off at six." Then she put the car in gear and drove off to work. I was humming to myself as I unlocked my door. I wasn't in the house ten minutes when the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, It was Tania's number. Odd, I thought. She was at work? "Hello?" "Hi, big guy. This is Sara." "Oh, is something wrong?" I said, thinking maybe Zack was sick or hurt. "Everything is fine, it's just that Tania told me about you." "Me? What about me?" "Zack is asleep and I am bored, why don't you come over?" "I...I don't think that is a good idea." I answered, getting her drift. "Oh, are you and my sis hooked up full time?" "I don't know." "Well. If you change your mind...." She hung up with a giggle. I thought about it, I didn't think I was going to change my mind. Tania. Quite a woman. Who knows where or how far it would go, but I had a good feeling inside about her. Time would tell. I had a feeling I would need to keep an eye on Sara, though. The truth? We men aren't all the same. Black Girl Checking out attractive women was the last thing I expected to find myself doing at work that day. After months of struggling with both physical and emotional love, I was finally in the relationship I'd pined for. I was together with the perfect woman, the girl of my dreams, and things couldn't have been better. I wasn't looking to shop around for girls anymore. I was only 18, but already I felt like the big search of my life was over. A coworker of mine had even mentioned something to me after a couple cute girls walked by us and I didn't even acknowledge them. But there was something about this girl Gracie that caught my eye. I work as a mover, helping people load or unload all their stuff. Jim, a guy I went to high school with, was my new coworker who went with me on the bigger jobs. We were at this woman Gracie's house to unpack her huge U-Haul. She'd just moved from elsewhere in the state, and as is sometimes the case, she was very talkative with us since she didn't know anyone and wanted to know more about the town. Gracie had a body that would've caught most guys' attention. She was average height, but had a nice big ass and a huge chest. She was neither a big nor a little girl, but she was built surprisingly solid--the kind of girl who could win Prom Queen but who also might have tried out for the boys football team and made it--and she carried herself with undeniable confidence. It wasn't a surprise that a body like that caught my attention. What did surprise me about my interest, though, was that Gracie was black. I don't have anything against black girls, but I'm a white guy from a white family from a white neighborhood. I've only dated white girls, and since my school was predominantly white, I'd never had any close black friends. As far as black girls were concerned, I'd never had an interest, sexually. But when I first saw Gracie when she opened the door to greet Jim and I, even before I saw the great curves of her body, I felt a strong, instant attraction. As the afternoon wore on, this attraction was something I just couldn't shake. Every chance I got to sneak a peak at Gracie, whether it was the sight of her tight jeans hugging her ass or just her dark eyes with the long, black lashes, I had to take it. I actually stumbled a few times as I tried to check out her cleavage and imagined what her nipples would look like. In just a couple hours, I felt more than single again. I felt like I was on the hunt. "So where's your boyfriend?" I asked kiddingly. Gracie was also a very personable woman, so she was okay with personal questions like that. "Oh, I've had enough of men," she said half-seriously. "You men need to get together and regroup. Try and figure out what you're doing and what your priorities are." "That mean you're batting for the other team now?" I joked. Gracie laughed. "Ok, I'm not that sick of men. I just need to lay low and take it easy for a while." She smiled big. "I hope that didn't just crush all your hopes and dreams." "Ah, Gracie," I smiled back. "You couldn't handle me." I couldn't believe what I was saying. I was never this forward, especially at work and with a client. "I don't doubt it!" Gracie shot back. "You men are all too crazy for me to handle any of you! You lie and you're messy and all you ever pay attention to is the damn TV and ESPN." "I wasn't talking about that," I laughed. Gracie stopped, put her hands on her hips, and smiled at me. "Oh then what were you talking about?" I had ideas of what to say, but none were playful enough for the conversation, and none were subtle enough to keep me from getting sued or fired. "I gotta get back out to the truck," I smiled, then escaped outside for more boxes. A few more box loads later, I was carrying the headboard of Gracie's bed while she went through a box of clothes in the bedroom. She was leaned over, and I could see the top of her red panties peeking out from under her pants. Distracted, I tripped on the carpet and half fell as I set the headboard on the floor. Gracie reached out to help me just in case I needed it, which I didn't, but I appreciated the feel of her fingers against the goose bumped flesh on my arm. "Man says I couldn't handle him. He can't even handle my headboard," she joked to herself out loud. Me being 18 and her being at least 26 or so made me feel good about her referring to me as "man", even though she was kind of making fun of me. "Is that a challenge?" I asked with a smile. This time my response did get a surprise reaction from Gracie, though her grin told me she was cool about it. "Oh, you! Boy," she laughed to me, "Those are adult-only games you're talking about." "So you're not going to give me a chance? You afraid I'll win?" "No!" she laughed. "Cause I can't lose. If you win, I win. I'm just afraid you'll be wasting my time. That's what I'm afraid of." "Oh, that hurts, Gracie," I said, faking offense. "What have I ever done to deserve that?" "Exactly! What have you done? You look too scrawny to have even been with a girl." Ok, I thought. So I was losing the "man" image. But this was still fun and not at all off-putting. The fact that the conversation was getting more and more risqué kept my spirits up. Besides that, I knew she was merely reaching for insults by calling my scrawny. I wasn't a big guy, but years of manual labor had kept me in pretty decent shape, and everyone I met said I looked older than I was. But Gracie must have worried that I'd really taken some offense, so she was quick to switch gears. "You have a girl?" "Yeah," I said. But for that brief instant, I couldn't even remember what Alana looked like. "How many?" "Right now?" I laughed. "Oh, you talk pretty big. No, not right now. How many girls have you been with?" It didn't seem right to just answer the question with a hard number. That wouldn't have been fun enough. "How many guys have taken on that head board?" I responded. We both laughed. "She white?" "My girl?" "Yeah. Your girl." "Yeah." "What about the last girl? Was she white?" I pretended to think back. "Yeah." "You ever been with a sister?" "No." "So you're telling me you've only been with white girls and you think you can talk to me like I'm the one who can't handle it? Let me tell you something Gavin. You're still a virgin as far as I'm concerned. No, you ain't even a virgin. You're still learning about how to be a virgin. And my head board? You take that on and it'll kill you. Blow your mind." "I wasn't talking about my mind being blown." Even I had to admit that had taken things too far. Gracie's eyes went wide with shock, and then she looked embarrassed, she was speechless, and though she still smiled and it seemed genuine, she looked down and only softly whispered her next words. "Ok then." And then she went back to sorting through her clothes. "Hey," I started to say, not sure what I was going to say next. But she stopped me. "You, boy, don't know what you're dealing with. You just better get that cute little ass of yours back to the truck and get the rest of my bed. You're gonna put it together, right?" "Yeah, I can do that." "Well that's a start." There were a lot of mixed signals in that last exchange, and I pondered over it as I did as she told me. Maybe I had gone too far with the 'blow' line, but she still commented on my ass. And then this business with the bed, what was that about? Whatever it all meant, she was still being fun and friendly, and I didn't feel like I'd talked myself into a corner even if that was exactly what I'd done. I caught up with Jim, who was still loading the bulk of the boxes and things into the living room. I told him that Gracie wanted the bed next, so we did some rearranging in the truck to get it, grabbed the rest of the pieces, then took the mattress in together. Gracie stood back as we brought the mattress in and leaned it against the wall. "Okay," I said after Jim left. "Where do you want the bed?" "No more funny guy, huh?" she asked. "Now it's all business. 'Where's the bed go?' Looks like somebody realized they were in over their head." "I'd sure like to be," I replied, "But somebody in this room is all talk. Saying I can't handle things because they're afraid I just might." "Oh please, boy." "I'm not a boy." "Oh, you're all boys." "Maybe from your experience. Maybe that's why you think so highly of yourself. You say I'm nothing because I've only been with white girls, but I say you don't know what you're talking about because you've never been with a real man." Gracie's smile was huge, but I could tell she was trying to hide her excitement. "Is that what you think you are?" "I'll do more than think it." "So you'll say it, then?" "I'll show you." "I don't think so." "You don't think so because you don't think I'm right, or because you're too scared I might prove it?" Gracie blushed. "You got a real mouth on you." "And how would you like to get this 'real mouth' on you?" A long silence followed. We stared at each other. Finally Gracie said to me, "Shut that door." Suddenly I was very nervous. The fun conversation had come so naturally, possibly because it was so unexpected. But the tone of Gracie's voice when she told me to shut the door told me something big was about to happen. Her smile was still there, but much of it had given way to a more serious expression. Was it anger, or something else? Gracie put her hands on her hips and looked at me expectantly. I approached her. When we were close, she reached for me. "Give me your hand," she said while taking me roughly by the wrist. She forced my hand up and against one of her huge breasts. It felt lighter than it looked, but it also filled my hand more than I expected it to. When I squeezed my fingers, I was not gripping the entire end of her tit like I thought I would. Just part of it. She lifted my hand, in turn lifting her breast. Through both her bra and her shirt, I could feel her nipple harden. "You feel that?" she asked. "That's a real woman. You really think you can handle a real woman, Gavin?" I thought of my girl, Alana. I hadn't planned on ever cheating on her. But we had agreed that we wouldn't remain exclusive. I never worried about it, though, because I never thought I'd be tempted to go elsewhere. Yet here I was, with a woman I could not say no to, didn't want to say no to, and she just happened to come from a fantasy I'd never known I had. A black girl. Imagine that. Never had I desired a black girl before. On the other hand, I'd never been against it either. The possibility had just never come up. And now that it had, I didn't just want it. I fucking needed it. There was a stirring in my pants. A stirring that, had Gracie been white, might have already been a full-fledged hard-on. But this situation was so new and unexpected. It wasn't that I was less turned on. I was simply overcome by more then mere lust, and so the erection took longer to become full. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked. I thought for a moment of what to say, wanting playful but achieving corny. "Does your cat want my tongue?" Cheesy to be sure, but it sounded much hotter in the heat of the moment. And Gracie didn't seem to care about how I said it, but was more interested in what, exactly, I was really saying. "My cat? You mean 'pussy'?" She pulled my hand from her chest and drew it down her tummy, then tucked it deep between her thighs. She had me cupping her crotch before I could even hope for it, feeling her already intense heat there. "You mean this?" I pressed my hand hard against her cunt. Our eyes were locked. "You really think you can handle that?" I reached around and put my other hand on her ass, squeezing her tight and pulling her to me. "How about we find out?" She didn't lean in to kiss me, so I tried an alternate route. Taking my hand from her ass, I reached for her shirt and began to undo the buttons. A lot of her cleavage had already been showing, so with even just a couple buttons more, I had revealed her bra and a generous portion of her magnificent bust. She looked down, watching me undress her. "I don't..." she began, but trailed off as we both watched her breasts, overflowing a red bra that matched her panties, spill into view. In a whisper, she continued. "I don't fuck..." she said, then looking up to meet my eyes, finished, "...white boys." But her eyes told me I had nothing to worry about. "You will," I said. And then I bent down and began kissing wetly at her neck. With her shirt hanging fully open, I slid my hands over her tummy, around her sides, and to her back, where my fingers met at the clasp holding her bra together. Her skin tasted so delicious that I didn't even realized I'd unhooked the bra on the very first attempt, and so I kept fumbling. "What about your friend?" she asked breathlessly. "I don't think so," I said between licks and kisses at the nape of her neck and on her collarbone. "I want you all to myself." Gracie laughed nervously. But then she shook her shoulders, helping her bra fall off her breasts. I kissed my way down to her cleavage, then licked her there, over and over. She arched her back, thrusting her chest out to me. With my face planted firmly between them, I grabbed each great boob with my hands and held them against the sides of my head, wrapping myself in tit. I licked and slobbered the skin between them, felt my saliva dripping down her dark, black skin. I felt her hands on the top of my head, her fingers pushing through my hair, massaging me. Her nipples felt huge and rock hard against my palms. I pinched and flicked them, then grabbed passionate hand-fulls of her chest, squeezing, rubbing them against my face. I licked them at first, but when I pulled back far enough to actually get my first good look at Gracie's beautiful naked brown chest with the midnight-colored nipples, I couldn't hold back any longer. I dove in and sucked them, wrapping my lips around the nipples and areola, opening my mouth wide and taking as much in as I could, gnawing on them, chewing them, drooling all over them and rubbing them against my whole face. I felt her hard nipples poke at and spring off of my nose, forehead, and eyelids. I caught the nipples with my teeth and flicked the tips with my tongue, then went back to sucking her tits vigorously. Gracie gripped me by my ears, half leading me and half following, as I made love to her full, dark chest. Though our knees were quivering, we both fought to keep standing. And though we both wanted nothing more then to rip each other's clothes off and go for it all, Gracie and I shared a mutual concern: Jim, my coworker, really could make a mess of things if he walked in. There was no reason for him not to just open the bedroom door, which wasn't equipped with a lock, at any moment since he knew I was in her already. If he did that Gracie would surely be embarrassed. But I knew Jim, and I knew that was the last thing to worry about. Jim was a horny, crude guy. Him finding out about this would become a very uncomfortable situation. Somehow, despite our lust, we had to maintain some measure of control. Just in case. Gracie having her shirt open was dangerous enough, but it was a quick fix if Jim did come in. I could stand in front of her, or she could turn around. Not wearing pants wouldn't be something we could hide, though. That was why I kept Gracie's pants on and even fastened as I slipped my hand under her waist, into her panties, and felt the intense heat and wetness of her bush. "What are you going to do down there?" Her voice cut short as I curled and slipped my middle finger right up inside of her. She put one arm around me, then lifted a leg and did the same. We were as close as two standing, full clothed, non-fucking people could be. I could feel her hot breath beating against my neck. I could see the glistening wetness of her full, pink lips. Gracie looked from my eyes, to my mouth, and back to my eyes. We kissed. It was very hard and wet and passionate, our lips locking, our tongues coiling and flexing, our faces turning restlessly. With her free hand, Gracie reached down into my pants and grabbed my hard, hot cock. Because of the constriction of my jeans, my cock, though hard, had been guided down my leg, and there wasn't enough give in my pants for her to pull it up where we both wanted it to be. She jerked me anyway, holding me tight but pumping me slow. "Is that all you've got?" Gracie gasped, but her voice gave her true passion away. She was at least as turned on as I was. Rather then reply with a witty comeback, I pushed my finger deeper inside her. She gasped, rose to her tip toes, then sunk against me, burying her face in my neck and licking it all over. "Take off your pants," she breathed desperately. Though her grip on me was still awkward, her hand jerked faster on my erection. "Oh, fuck," she said, for the first time sounding genuinely disappointed. "No. We can't. God, why did I have to order two of you guys?" We kissed again. Her mouth tasted at least as good as her skin did. I hoped to find that her pussy tasted even better. "What about the bathroom?" She shook her head. "If he looks for us, he'll know." I thought of saying "who cares", but even if that convinced her, it wouldn't convince me. Jim would tease us through a closed door, or he'd insist on watching, or persistently suggest he join. No, Jim would ruin this if he even suspecting something was up. Gracie unbuttoned her own pants and unzipped them, giving me a greater range of motion as I slipped a second finger deep into her throbbing pussy, but also making our disposition that much harder to cover up if we needed to. "Can't you send him to lunch?" she asked. "We ate before we got here," I said before dipping down and licking at the tops of her brown tits. "He's new. He'll suspect something if I send him away alone." "Then can't you just kill him?" I should have laughed. I'm sure she expected me to. But my body responded in a way that surprised even me. I kissed her hard on the mouth, pulled my hand from her pussy, and hugged her tight as I pushed her back, toward the mattress that was leaning against the wall. As soon as she hit it, I tugged her loosely hanging bra down as I helped her off with her shirt. The garments tangled as we worked together to tear them off. Once she was topless, the frenzied kissing continued, but the point of no return hadn't come yet. Gracie was still timid about being caught, and I knew she was right to be. "I can't do this," she said with frustration and fear between licks and kisses of lust. "I need a shirt." She pointed to the box of clothes she'd been going through earlier. "Grab me something. Anything." I pulled away as directed, which took my hand from her pussy. Gracie gasped as my fingers left her. I grabbed whatever garment was on top in the box and held it up to present to her. It was a simple white t-shirt with a pocket and some restaurant logo on the back. I helped her slip it on. I knew she wanted to be naked just as much as I did, but we had to be able to get composed quickly if Jim came around. At least she was without the bra... The t-shirt went on, but was never pulled down over her tits. Instead, Gracie put her arms through the sleeves and her head through the neck hole, but kept the rest of the shirt bunched up and resting on top of her huge rack. If Jim did come by, all she would have to do is pull it down. Although, from the look of how the very top portion fit her, I imagined the shirt was from her younger years, and that it would look beyond skin-tight if she actually tried wearing it. And if nothing else, Jim would definitely not6ice that. Black Girl But for the moment I just hoped things didn't come to that. Taking advantage of her unfastened pants, I slid both of my hands down into her panties as I came back to kissing her, and I reached around and grabbed a fat but firm ass cheek in each hand. I dug my fingers deep into her flesh, squeezing her and unknowingly furthering the slack of her pant waist. Before I knew it, her jeans had slipped down from her hips, and when I stopped mauling her juicy lips and tongue and looked down, I could see the black skin of her thighs contrasting against the bright red panties with the wet spot in the center of them. Now she was fumbling to undo my jeans. "Get that thing out here," she demanded. "You better be worth it," she spat, trying to sound tough, but I knew she was only covering for how out of control she was. She tugged my dick roughly to free it, but it didn't hurt at all. After the constricting way I'd been caught up in my pants, it felt beyond wonderful to at last be free. I was throbbing, but my cock only enjoyed the cool air around it for a brief time before Gracie tugged aside her panties and shoved, yes shoved me into her hot, tight, soaking pussy. She felt so good inside that I didn't even want to fuck. I just stayed in her like that, feeling her cunt squeezing me. I was shocked that she could be so tight and yet so easy to push my entire length into on the first try. But obviously she was good at this. Her pussy walls milked my cock with more expertise than some girls had with their hands or even mouths. It felt so good that I knew I wouldn't even need to fuck her to get off. "Ohhhh, good," Gracie shuddered. "Ohhh, yeah. You just keep it right there. I'll take care of you, baby. Just stay there just like that." She put her hands on my chest and pushed my chest away from hers as she thrust herself out, bowing backward against the mattress. Her tits rose so high that I lost sight of her head as it dipped back, but we were still deeply connected at the hips. I grabbed her breasts and held them together, waiting for whatever came next. It was then that I found out the expert cunt massage my dick was getting was only the appetizer. Next Gracie began wildly rotating and thrusting and bucking her hips every which way, fucking me so erratically that I never knew what to brace for. Her pelvis worked like it was separate from her, doing maneuvers that seemed like magic. She bounced against me hard and incredibly fast, and I couldn't have fucked her back even I wanted to. Trying to move would have resulted in a broken penis. So, very happily, I just stood my ground and took it, holding onto those great tits for dear life as my legs trembled beneath me. "How you doing?" Gracie shrieked loudly toward the ceiling. "Huh, boy? Still think you can handle me? Still think you can be my man?" She was at least as out of breath as I was since she was doing all the work, but that didn't stop her mouth. Even though her hands were still planted against my chest, holding me away so she could hold her bent back position, I wanted to be closer to her. I pulled myself forward and found little resistance as I buried my face into her black, wobbling tits. I wrapped my arms around her back and hugged her tight, and my leg muscles burned as I fought to keep myself in this position while taking the fucking of a lifetime from her. "Oh yeah," she gasped. "That's it. Now show me! Show me what you can do!" Accepting the challenge with every ounce of my body and mind, I didn't even wait for her to stop her gymnastic-style fury fucking before I took over. I slid one hand down her back and to the bottom of her ass, feeling the thick crack of it right in my palm, while my other hand moved up to the back of her head. I straightened her back up, pulled her to me, and then bent her over again, kissing her with even more lust than before. This time I followed her body down with my own as we sagged against the mattress, slowly dragging it down the wall until it settled halfway on the floor with us laying on top of it, me on top of her, and now me doing the fucking. I kissed her deeply and held her as my hips worked their own magic, thrusting in and out of her with a force and speed I was surprised to be capable of. I managed to find another level of passion even after that, when I heard and felt Gracie screaming into my mouth as our tongues slipped, swapped, spun, and quarreled. Finally, when she was out of breath, she fought hard enough to break her lips free. "Oh fuck, don't you dare stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!!" She must have been delirious, because her next words contradicted that order. "I want to take my pants off!" Knowing that I was going to remind her about being prepared for a Jim invasion, or possibly just replying to the voice in her own head, she pulled off the t-shirt and quickly followed that with, "I don't care! I want to fuck you right!" I wanted that, too, and so I didn't think twice about stopping and pulling out of that heavenly box to make it happen. While I kicked off my own shoes and pants, I yanked off her shoes and practically tore off her jeans and panties, revealing a thick, perfectly triangular bush of curly black hair and a long pair of thick but strong black legs, smooth and glistening and wrapping around me before I could even get my cock back inside of her. Gracie hugged me with her legs and used them to encourage my fucking as I reentered her dreamy cunt. With as much strength as I was pumping her with, her legs with those thick thighs made it all stronger, and soon the two of us were bouncing atop the mattress. Gracie's big breasts were flopping. Our bodies were in sync, but we moved too violently to kiss. "How is that?" I asked, passionate anger in my voice. "You ever had a man do you like this?" "Oh fuck..." She couldn't finish her thought because she was climaxing. Her eyes closed tight, her mouth opened wide, and she shook and shuddered all over. Her thighs wrapped around my ass so tight I thought she might squeeze permanent marks into my skin. Her pussy muscles attacked my cock with such frenzy that only a miracle kept me from cumming. I kept up my thrusting as she writhed in orgasm. She was screaming now, showing no concern for getting caught, and her body responded with vicious, passionate spasms. "Still think I can't handle you?" I asked through my clenched teeth as I tried to hold back my own orgasm. "Oh shut the fuck up and fuck me!" I complied, giving her another three or four great, deep, strong thrusts, but that had put me over the edge. "I'm cumming!" "Yes! Yes!" she called out. "Cum in me, baby. Cum in me!" And so I did, grunting and crying out. I clenched my teeth and the rest of my body went rigid as I plowed into Gracie again and flooded her hungry cunt with thick, gooey sperm. I slowed my thrusts as I came, instead opting to stay deep as I unleashed my seed. I pulled back once and sped right back in, all the while shooting my load. "Give me the rest!" Gracie ordered breathlessly. "Give me the rest up here." I pulled out and, still spewing, crawled up and straddled her body, heading for her face. A thick trail of cum, bright, almost iridescent white against her black skin, spilled across her from her thick bush to her tummy to between those great tits to up her neck and over her chin. Then Gracie engulfed me with her mouth the way she first had with her pussy. She took me deep and sucked vigorously, her tongue doing miracles right away, and her throat muscles noisily swallowing every drop and spurt of cum I had left. She moaned on me hungrily, suggesting I was more than satisfying. I had stopped cumming a good couple minutes before Gracie finally released my sensitive dick from her mouth. She was still catching her breath, but she held fast to my cock, holding it against the left side of her face as I grew softer and softer. But even then she wasn't through. Eventually her hand sneaked under me and took a hold of my hanging balls, then massaged them with a warm, sticky lubricant that I knew had to be the cum I had left on her body. Maybe it was because I wasn't expecting a round two even in my wildest dreams. But I was erect again in just minutes. I grew hard against her face, and she licked me while looking deeply into my eyes. "I think Jim heard us," she said. Of course I knew that had to be true. People watching television two houses down would have heard us. But I knew she wasn't upset over that. Instead, she said it as a way to suggest that she didn't care. She didn't care who knew what was going on then, and she didn't care who knew what we were about to do now. Gracie had been right. I couldn't handle her. But it was damned fun trying. FOR MORE STORIES featuring Gavin, check out 'Meeting the Sister', 'Sibling Secrets', and 'The Other Side of the Wall'. Black Girl Power My name is Monica and I am a 45 year old white women with blonde hair and green eyes who owns one of the biggest companies in the country and one of the richest women in town and my height is 168 cm. My husband who had a share in this company died 5 years ago from and illness. I managed to keep the company going after his death and nowadays it actually doing better than I would have imagined, all the employees working on my floor were all white women, we haven't hired anyone for 10 years now because there was no need to, everyone of them on my floor had a salary minimum to 20,000 dollars a month. They are all satisfied with there work and they all know how to work with each other. No one would ask for a better life, I had everything I needed and felt very powerful as I can buy anything i want, it all felt so simple and easy, until one day everything changed thanks to a girl called Beth, she was 22 years old a student who had just finished her studies and was going to start her job career, she had studied business for 4 years and was a very confident young girl. My life started changing on the day my sectary came to my office to talk to me about something that has been troubling her, her name was Barbra and she was a 36 year old women with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, she was very attractive even at her age, she was 165 cm of height. Barbra came to my office asking if she can have someone working for her as an assistant because the job was too much on her lately and she couldn't keep up, I couldn't blame her because i have been putting a lot of pressure on her since the company was doing so well, I told her she can hire someone she finds fit for the job and let me know, before she left the office I informed her of the starting salary which would be 1,500 dollars per month, Barbra was happy about the starting salary and left the office. At the end of the day I rushed back home due to a long day at the company, everything was taking care of now and all I could think about was lay on my bed and sleep. It has been a two weeks since then as I saw so many people apply for the job threw the week, I hopped that Barbra would choose the best person for the job because this company needed hard workers, most of the people applying for the job seemed to be young people around the age 20-28 and a lot of them seemed to be attractive. Three days later, Barbra informed me that she had hired a girl named Beth and she was 22 years old and today was the day to meet her. I heard someone knocking on the door and when I looked it was Barbra. "Barbra you may come in" I said as I smiled suddenly the smile on my face was gone as I saw someone enter behind her. "Hello Mam" That person said with a smile on her face. "This would be Beth Mrs Monica, she is the one I hired for the job" Barbra said and smiled. I was still shocked looking at this young girl, she was a black girl who seemed very attractive with her beautiful hair and beautiful perfect body, she seemed around 155 cm which was short compared to my height. "Hello" I finally managed to say as I looked at Barbra and tried to focus at the situation they were in. "Welcome to the company" I said and started to get serious as I looked at her "This company only takes hard workers, if your not one of them then I suggest you walk back home" I said with a serious look on my face. "I am prepared for anything" Beth said as she kept the smile on her face, even though it was a smile i still felt intimidate by this girl but I made sure i kept the serious look on my face. "Well then I wish you all the luck" I said and gave her a smile as I saw them both leave my office, as soon as they stepped out of the office I felt relieved and took a deep breath, I couldn't stop thinking about Beth, she seemed so confident so strong and so beautiful and attractive. I decided to leave early today as I left and told Barbra to start training and teaching Beth how things work here and left. When I arrived at my house I rushed to my room and lay down on my bed still thinking of Beth, I took a shower trying to clear my head, after the shower i dried myself off and put my head on the pillow and fell asleep not waking up till the next day. It has been a month since Beth had joined and the company was doing even better than before as Barbra did not feel much pressure as before and Beth seemed to do well keeping up, actually she seemed to do better than I had imagined, but every time I think about it I just can't seem but realize everyone showing Beth complete respect, everyone on the floor did not dare to look her in the eyes not even once, I have been noticing this for two weeks now, I just pretended to ignore what was happening since everything was going so well and no one seemed to complain. Two weeks later I noticed all the employees on the floor bowing there heads as they saw Beth passing by, that was quite shocking because the best 5 employees I had also bowed there heads to her, when they had enough power to destroy her from this company, Sally, Victoria, Katie, Sandra and even Barbra. This was all too shocking to me and decided that Today would be the day I would spy the office she was working in, which would be the office that belonged to Barbra. Of course not to be obvious I checked on all the employees on the floor making sure everyone was doing there job, the floor had 25 employees and each were working under 4 people, either Sally, Victoria, Katie or Sandra and only one working under Barbra which was Beth. I checked on everyone except for Barbra and Beth, Barbra's office was next to mine and as I slowly approached it I found Beth and Barbra doing there jobs and there was nothing to suspect, I was glad that there was nothing going on and decided that it was just my imagination. I went to my office and finished the work I had then I suddenly heard my phone ring, I answered it and it was one of my agents who looks for great business deals and offers them to me, I choose weather to accept it not, so I heard the deal and thought about it and decided to accept, but this meant taking a vacation for 2 weeks in order to complete this deal, I ordered a staff meeting as Barbra, Sally, Katie, Victoria and Sandra entered, I informed them of the business deal and that i will be away for 2 weeks, they all agreed and I smiled and left to my house to prepare for the flight as I had informed Barbra to book me a flight tomorrow. The 2 weeks had passed and the business deal was great and all went well, as I arrived at the airport I had Barbra send me a driver from the company to pick me up, I went to the company after arriving and as soon as i reached the floor everyone seemed to be working hard and they all greeted me, I decided to go to Barbra's office to inform her that I have arrived and was shocked at what I saw and quickly looked away before I had been seen, I decided to look again and was shocked, there she was Beth sitting on Barbra's chair and Barbra was on her knees massaging Beth black feet in stockings, there it was a 36 year old attractive women on her knees rubbing the foot of a 22 year old black girl, it was all too shocking as i entered her office with a serious look on my face. "Whats going on here?!" I said with a serious loud voice "You two are to be at my office in 5 mins!" I said still keeping my serious loud voice, as I was going to leave I noticed Barbra was so embareced as her face was all red, I didn't bother looking at Beth and I walked to my office and chat at my chair preparing what to tell them. Soon I heard a knock on the door and it was Barbra and Beth "You may come in" they both enter as Barbra was looking at the ground and Beth had a wicked smile on her face. I gave both of them a serious look and said "This will be your first and last warning, if I see something like that again your both fired, end of discussion your both dismissed" I said with a serious calm voice. Barbra was still embraced and rushed out of the office as she nodded but Beth did not seem to move from her position, I gave her a serious look "Did you hear something you do not like?" I said as she still gave me that wicked smile and approached me slowly. "I believe I did Mrs Monica" she said as she came so close to me and sat on my desk looking at me with a very serious look, looking me in the eye it felt very intimidating and I felt very weak in front of this young attractive black girl "I bet your wondering how I managed to make Barbra do what she was doing, by the way its not just Barbra" she said and kept her look, I couldn't speak I just felt too weak to say anything "I just fill my role in life, and that would be dominating white women, its natural Mrs Monica" she said as she put her hands on my cheek and rubbed my cheek gently as she still kept her look, I felt weaker than before as soon as she touched my cheeks and suddenly I was slapped so hard I couldn't even see it coming, I got up from my chair and backed up to the wall keeping distance from her, Beth walked slowly towards me knowing I had no where to go, she was just 155 cm tall but why did I feel so weak? it was all very confusing and I did not know what to do, I just felt my knees were so weak but I tried to hold on trying to do a come back "Get out of my office now or you are fired!" I managed to say finally but she didn't seem to care as she finally reached me and put her hands on my cheeks and rubbed it till my lips and looked at me with her wicked smile. "You must be feeling weak now aren't you? its only Natural Mrs Monica, all you need to do now is go on your knees" She said still with that wicked smile on her face as she used her other hand and slowly pushed me down on my knees and what was shocking it that I did not resist! This was all too exciting from the inside but from outside it was horrible, I was finally on my knees and shockingly i felt more relaxed being on my knees in front of this beautiful black beauty. Monica the strong rich white women in town is on her knees right now in front of this beautiful black girl, she put her hands in front of my face and I held her hands without being able to control myself, I kissed her hands gently five times and even when I tried to resist I just couldn't, it was all too exciting and she could not stop herself "Good girl, now was that so hard Monica?" Beth said with a satisfied voice as she kept her wicked smile, I was shocked when she called me Monica, who did she think she was?! I want to resist but I just can't my pussy was taking over as I was getting too wet too excited, Beth slowly took her hands away and smiled "This will be enough for today" she petted my head and left the office, suddenly I felt like I had control over my body again and stood up as I left the office and went home, hopping this was all a dream and that I would wake up soon enough, sadly it was no dream and it was all reality, I felt weak toward that black beauty and I loved it! I quickly took a shower pretending this never happened and went to sleep knowing tomorrow I will fire her the instant I see her. To be continued......... Black Girl Punished You may be wandering what a cute black girl was doing sleeping in a bed with five skinheads with swastikas but I have to say that I don't honestly know either. One week ago my best friend caught me giving her latest boyfriend at a party. I was very drunk and he was a little curious about black women. I teased him a little and then we stole a moment in a bathroom. Unfortunately the door was open and Shirley walked in. Although Shirley remained entirely calm she demanded that I spent a week with her out of town so we could talk about what happened. I felt so guilty and couldn't say no. We checked into a hotel in up state New York. On the first night we went to this local bar which Shirley seemed to be familiar with. The bar seemed to be a stereotypical redneck bar. I felt uncomfortable but nevertheless didn't complain as I remembered why I was here. Shirley started the talk off. 'Look Ellie, the reason why I took you out here is because I think you need to be taught a lesson…' 'Come on Shirley I apologized several times already… It will never happen again.' 'You see Ellie, I remember you telling my Bill something about sucking white dick' 'I was only…' 'Ellie, come on now! You sucked him off because you wanted to try a white cock! I am just doing this because I think you need to be taught a lesson' 'W-What do you mean?' Shirley ignored her questioned and left the table. She looked at a group of five guys sitting along the bar and then looked at me and nodded. Following the nod they stood up and walked over to me. I was sitting in the corner and had no direction to run to. Five thugs were walking towards me. Just before I could make a run out of the corner they grabbed me and pulled me onto the pool table. The pool table light dazzled my eyes whilst all I could feel were hands pinning me down and voices talking to each other and me; 'I hear you like white cock bitch? Well you will love this' 'Hey see if she is wide enough for two cocks' 'Get some rope or something to tie her' 'Just take her panties off Jake' Before I knew it a thick cock was pushing into my pussy followed by two cocks pushing against my lips and entering my mouth. With one free hand I managed to regulate the thrusting to allow for me to breathe. I was still just so shocked that I didn't scream. My priority was simply to breathe. I couldn't think straight. 'Hey I think we can untie her guys, she's a helpful little slut' 'Who's doing her pussy with me? Bobby? That's fine I will go underneath her. As one the guys moved under me and then entered my pussy from behind the other climbed on top and slid inside. Oh fuck this was too intense to even react to. Then yet another cock from a guy I guess must have been standing at the edge of the pool table tried to enter my hole. This brought me to my senses with a bang! 'Arrrrggghhh!!!! Shit!!!!' 'Oh yes three cocks in this black slut pussy' 'Fuck man she is dripping already' 'She loves white cock' This was too surreal, somewhere in the background I heard Shirley talking to the barman while these men grunted over me. Now five sexy white cocks were using me. These guys were all so hard and were moaning about my black pussy. I started to feel the pleasure from down my pussy after getting used to being stretched so wide. I took some hesitantly jerked off the two cocks higher up on my body while talking back to the dirty talking skinheads; 'Oh fuck… yes… your white cocks feel so good…. Oh oh come one don't come yet!' 'Yeah she loves this I knew she would!!!' 'I'm gonna cum! Fuck!' 'Me too a no oh God!' With that two of the cocks in my hot wet pussy shot their loads inside me. They slid outside as the bottom cock ploughed away at me. The mixture of their spunk poured out and over my ass. The two cocks being jerked off were starting to spew their load over my blouse while hands spanked and slapped me. This free for all at my expense was getting me very aroused and soon I came to my climax. My lips tightened around the remaining fifth cock forcing him to shoot what he had inside me before being popped out. My orgasm was too intense I dug my fingernails into my palms almost drawing blood. Afterwards I felt so faint and overcome by fatigue that I rolled over onto my side facing the bar in a vain attempt to find my so-called friend. I noticed that Shirley was still sitting drinking her wine. She grinned at me as she walked towards the pool table. 'I hope this has got it out of your system' 'Oh Shirley why…' Shirley took the fat end of a pool cue and inserted it in my still quivering pussy. She twisted in as if she was knew how tender I felt right then. She held onto my hair and hitched my spunk damp skirt up to my thighs. A ball of spit dropped from her mouth and landed on my lips. I allowed her salty humiliation to slide into my mouth and down my throat just like it was sperm. 'Shirley please I didn't…' 'You see I just you punish you. I am leaving you here with these boys they will drop you home tomorrow. ' Shirley left the pool table, wrote my hotel room number on a napkin at the bar and ordered them to return her tomorrow. They took me in the back where there was a large bed and that night rode me for hours without stopping. Every one of those five men took me in all combinations. This morning I woke up covered in dried cum. They didn't allow me to shower but just left me outside my hotel after forcing a blowjob out of me for the driver. I stood in front of the mirror smirked as I saw the dried globules of spunk in my hair. The marks all over my skirt and my ripped blouse showed that I had a few rough cocks the night before. Shirley came by to my room and helped me into bed. She worked herself off twice looking at her cum stained black friend. I was spent and motionless as she gently used me with her strap-on.