Vanilla Boy Toy (BWWM Interracial Romance / Erotic Short Stories) (3 page)

April continued working on my clit and I felt her slip two
fingers inside my cunt. Liu reached down and grabbed one of my tits; squeezing
and pinching on the nipple. He suddenly stood up and pushed April away. I felt
his hard dick penetrate me. He thrust into me, gently. He grabbed my hips as he
did so.

"Cum for me darling," he said as he spanked my
ass.

A few more thrusts and I came. My body shook violently as
the contractions in my pussy rocked it. He was still pumping into me and his
grunts were an indicator that he was going to cum again. A minute later he
still hadn't cum and it seemed to be taking forever. A final violent thrust
caused him to dig his nails even harder into my hips. He poured shot after shot
of cum deep inside my pussy. He withdrew from me and began to get dressed.

"There is a bathroom inside there you can clean up
before you go. You have been punished enough," he pointed to a door across
the room.

I stood up and went to clean up. Ten minutes later I came
out and April handed me my purse and my phone. All the contents were there. She
escorted me back to the casino where I found my friends waiting for me. I
turned around and swung my hand towards her face. The force of my slap sent her
sprawling down to the floor.

"Oh my God Tanya! What the hell!" one of my
friends asked in shock.

"I'll explain once we get outta here," I said as I
rushed towards the casino exit.

As a black woman, I love strong men, especially strong white men. It's no
wonder I was glued to the screen every time "Spartacus", the
addictive TV show, came on air. Those men appeared to be so strong and the way
they fought with their swords just made me feel like I could just get into the
TV screen and grab one of them for myself.

Since I could not get one of the men on Spartacus, I decided
to go for my gym instructor, Mr. Jonnes. He was strong and had very big biceps.
He was charming too even though I wouldn't describe him as drop dead gorgeous.
There were better looking men out there but he had sexual appeal and that is
what mattered to me.

So anyway, I was at Jonnes' place and he had made some
wonderful pot roast. We sat in front of the fire place on the carpet, sipping
on some red wine. It wasn't exactly a Chteau Margaux but it was good enough. He
wasn't much of a talker so most of the time I was doing the talking. I hoped
that the wine would help loosen him up but instead I was just getting drunk.

I grew tired of the silence so I got up and began flexing.
"Do you know I was once a body builder?"

Jonnes burst out laughing. "You?" he looked me
over and burst out laughing again.

I frowned. I flexed my right bicep and asked him to touch
it. He stood up and touched it with his fore finger and thumb.

"Hey, that is pretty impressive."

I smiled. "You see? Now show me your guns."

He shied away. "I don't think so."

"Come on," I pleaded. "Show me your muscles."

He sighed and reluctantly flexed his left bicep. I touched
it with both and was pretty amazed that my two hands couldn't go all the way
around it.

"Wow," I said impressed. "My hands can't even
go around it. Flex the other one."

"Scarlet…" he began to protest but I insisted.

"Alright," he agreed and flexed his right bicep. I
giggled when his bicep pushed my hands apart. As a joke, he contracted and
relaxed his bicep. I squealed and laughed. He was so much bigger than me and I
couldn't help but notice that as he flexed he kept on staring at my boobs.

I was flattered considering how much I paid for the little
black dress. It was short and barely covered my ass. I have average size tits
so I wore a push up bra for extra cleavage.

Jonnes sat down and continued to sip on his wine. I really
didn't know what it took to seduce him. He was so stiff and rigid. Wasn't the
wine getting to his head? I pretended that the fire was dwindling down so I
added more logs that he had placed right next to the fire place.

I bent over making sure he could see my ass. I lingered a
bit trying to see if I could elicit a reaction from him. He still didn't
respond. I didn't despair. After all the evening was still young. I still had
time to seduce him  and get him to shove his dick inside me.

I sat back down beside him and asked him to pour me another
glass of wine. It tipped my glass a little as he poured it and it poured all
over my tits and dress.

"Oh my God," he said jumping up. "Let me get
some paper towels. I hope the wine won't ruin your dress."

"It's okay Jonnes. It was an accident."

He came back two seconds later with the paper towels and
began dabbing them on my tits. I pushed my chest up a little hoping he would
notice the tits but he kept on dabbing like he didn't notice anything. I was
beginning to get frustrated and started believing that either he was gay or I
had lost my charm. I was really starting to think for certain that he was gay!

I snatched up my glass and headed to the kitchen. I poured
the wine into the sink. I knew I was behaving like an immature teenager but it
was really frustrating. He followed me into the kitchen.

"What is wrong? Is it the dress? I'll get you another
one."

I stared at him bewildered. "The dress! Why didn't you
tell me you were gay! I wouldn't have bothered to wear this dress!"

Suddenly he started moving towards me. He grabbed me by the
shoulders and shoved me up against the wall. I tried to wriggle my way out but
he pinned me to the wall with his body. He caressed my cheek with his knuckles.

"You have been torturing me all night by shoving your
fine ass in front of me and flaunting your tits in my face then you call me
gay?"

I tried to push him away but he didn't budge. He lifted my
right leg and my dress rode all the way to my waist. He gently stroked my ass.
He took my hand and placed it on his already erect dick.

"So is this what you want? My dick? Can you feel it? It
wants you too."

My eyes widened with surprise. That had to be the biggest
dick I have ever touched. He saw the look on my face and a slow smile formed on
his face. He took a step back away from me. He grabbed my dress and tore it off
me. My jaw dropped in horror at his action.

"Jonnes that was a $1000 dollar dress! Do you know how
much time it took me to save up and buy it?"

"I will get you another one. Now I want you to touch
yourself as I watch."

He removed his t-shirt and began unbuttoning his jeans. I
spread my legs and began touching my clit. He too began stroking his own cock.

"Come here and suck my dick," he demanded.

I obliged and got down on my knees in front of him. I licked
his cock from the base to its tip but he wasn't interested in that kind of
foreplay. He shoved his dick deep inside my mouth almost choking me. His thrust
into my mouth nearly made me lose my balance. He grabbed the back of my head to
keep me from falling down and continued shoving his big dick inside my mouth.

"Touch your breast as I fuck your mouth baby."

I slowly began touching my tits. I played with my nipples;
rolling them in between my thumb and index finger. With one final thrust he
came. I swallowed as much as I could with some trickling down my mouth to his
dick.

I didn't stop touching myself. I continued playing with my
tits with one hand and used the other to stroke my clit and finger my pussy. He
stood back and watched me. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. I used both
my hands to pleasure my pussy. With one hand I fingered my pussy while with the
other I rubbed my clit.

"You like that huh?" Jonnes asked.

I opened my eyes and grinned. "Absolutely. No one else
can touch my pussy the way that I do."

"I want to see it. Spread your legs."

I sat down on the floor and spread my legs as far apart as I
could. He knelt down in front of me and placed his hands beneath my ass. He
lifted me up so he could have a clear visual of my pussy. Thankfully, I had
shaved it in the morning while taking a shower.

Slowly he lay me down on the floor. With one hand he stroked
the entire length of my pussy. He stroked it again and again and before I knew
it, I was eagerly lifting my hips against his hand.

He lifted me onto the kitchen counter and spread my legs. He
put his face in between my legs and began sucking on my clit. I reached out
with both my hands and pressed his head to my pussy. He dipped his tongue in
and out of my cunt several times.

I could feel my orgasm building and I just wanted him to
make me cum. He stopped dipping his tongue into my vagina and began licking and
circling my clit with his tongue. I was on cloud nine. He slid one finger into
my pussy and began thrusting it in and out.

"Jonnes…" I began but he put his index finger on
my lips indicating that I should not make a sound. He continued thrusting his
finger inside my pussy. He slid in another finger. Oh, the pleasure was
unbearable.

He resumed to toying with my clit as he dipped his fingers
in and out of my pussy. I cursed him using all the curse words that I knew and
he chuckled. He was carefully watching my expressions and my body language.
Finally, my orgasm came. It came in one intense wave that rocked my body.

He picked me up by the hips and asked me to wrap my legs
around his waist. He propped me up against the wall and slid his cock inside
me. He wasn't gentle about it and he thrust into me without restraint. His dick
was huge and it hurt a little. He fucked me like a man who had just got out of
jail. Like a raging bull he thrust his dick in and out of me.

His grunts were getting louder and louder, with one final
thrust he slammed into me and he poured his seed deep inside my pussy. He
paused for a moment trying to catch his breath. Slowly he withdrew from me. He
took my hand and led me to the shower. I laughed at myself for ever thinking
that he was gay and not attracted to me.

Vanilla Boy Toy

My phone rang out and I answered weary after a long day,
"Hello?"

"Monica..It's Heather, your coming to my party tomorrow
right?"

"I don't know baby girl, I've had a tough week at
work."

"It'll cheer you up...Tyson really wants to see
youuu."

"Imma told you, I'm done with Tyson. I want a nice
white man to show me a good time if you know what I mean." I giggled into
the phone.

"There will be plenty of white guys too, please? it
starts at 8."

"I'll be there. Love you."

The next day I'm at home getting ready for Heathers party,
it's a warm evening and I as stood in front of the mirror trying on a number of
outfits to make sure that I look super sexy. I finally settle on a short yellow
dress that hugs my curves, looks gorgeous and light against my chocolate skin.

As an African American woman, I have a body to die for but
I'm sick of black guys thinking they have the right to me. I'm an independent
woman and will fuck who I want. All the black guys I've been with have been
controlling in bed and I really want a white guy that I can really take charge
with and who knows what he's doing.

I finish the look off with a couple of accessories and of
course I have some black sexy lingerie on underneath my dress in the chance
that I do get lucky. The party will be filled with people in their late teens
and early twenties, I was slightly older at 24 so I was a little nervous about
the occasion.

An hour later and I am reclined on a deckchair soaking up
the rays, looking around however I feel a little awkward as everyone seems to
be mingling with friends or partners. A short while later my ex Tyson wanders
up, tapping me on the shoulder.

"Monicaaa" he hollers, "How about you and me
go somewhere to kiss and make up" he pouts at me seductively and I swat
him away with my hand like a pesky fly.

"I'm done home boy, now go save your self-respect and
get out of here."

He stares at me fiercely not knowing what to say before
walking towards his friends, "I was just kidding, I don't wanna tap that
anyways."

I go to close my eyes and relax once more when a voice
nearby rings towards me, "I would."

I look up and see a beautiful white man, with his top off
leaning against a nearby wall.

"Excuse me?"

"He said he wouldn't tap that, If you gave me the
chance - I wouldn't stop all night long."

I laugh to myself bemused at his cheesy line and he
approaches, holding out his hand. "Dean."

"Monica", I give him my hand and he kisses it
teasingly.

"You looking good."

"Not so bad yourself."

He pulls up a chair and sits next to me as we start
chatting. The next hour or so fly's by, I have been downing the drinks and
getting more flirty with each mouthful. I have abandoned the rest of the party
and have been entwined with Dean for the whole evening.

I've established he's single, which is always a plus, with
lots of 'accidental' touches that last a little too long and lingering looks. I
know he wants me and it's difficult to resist his big blue eyes and dreamy
smile. I put my seductive plan into action as I scoot off my deckchair and head
into the house.

"Where you going?" he calls.

"Bathroom..." I turn around briefly and wink at
him as I head upstairs.

As I step out of the bathroom a few minutes later, just as I
expected Dean is outside innocently waiting for me. He immediately grabs me
around the waist and pushes me into a room which I know to be Heathers bedroom.

I quickly check that the room is empty before I find us
passionately kissing on the mouth. He throws me back onto the bed and pulls my
thin dress over my head.

"Fuck, your amazing." he says, running his hands
all over me. He slips his hand into my bra and cups my waiting breasts.
"I've wanted these chocolate tits all night long."