This is a request story. It could fit into the IR category, romance, or even incest. In the end I chose romance because it's more about two people in love than it is incest or race. Hopefully I met the expectations of the requester.
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My sister and I were born three minutes apart, she was the older. Like most twins we were close, completing the other's sentences, thinking the same thing at the same time, always together as though we were connected at the hip. We had separate rooms but spent most of our existence in one room or the other together. We each had gender specific friends, but they always took second place, if it came down to them or us... it was always us, always each other's best friend.
When we began puberty, it wasn't our parents we showed our pubic fuzz, or the little nubs on her chest, we went to each other. Throughout high school we dated and hung with others, but at the end of the day I was in her room or she was in mine, talking about our date, who we were with, how much fun or how much of a drag our date had been. We respected each other's 'space' but with one another is where we were the most comfortable.
Our parents were what is now known as mixed race, dad was from El Salvador and mom was from Belize, he was much lighter skinned than mom, the result was two light brown babies with wavy black hair. In the city where we grew up there were several black family's we knew of but didn't necessarily hang out with, maybe that's part of the reason Liz and I were so close. Although we both dated white kids in high school, college years were different in that we couldn't be together all the time and with a greater variety of the opposite sex to date we went out with more people of our own race.
You might say that's good, or bad, what we discovered is that there are just as many assholes who are dark skinned as there light skinned, reaching the conclusion what was inside the person was more important than what color they were. Being apart was hard on Liz and me, we texted almost daily, heck, I knew as much about her life hundreds of miles away as I did my own life. We were by no means wealthy, dad was a full-time chauffer and mother taught high school English, both Liz and I worked part time jobs all through our college years. Dad died in our junior year of college and mother retired the year we graduated.
I received a degree in economics and Liz in marketing, with the job market at the lowest it had been in decades we were willing to take a position anywhere we could. We had determined we no longer wanted to be separated, with that thought in mind, we set about looking for a city where there might be a position for both of us. Little did we know the end result would be the opposite of what we already knew culturally and geographically. We were thinking LA, Phoenix, Dallas, maybe California if we got desperate enough, but not Concord, New Hampshire.
Mother was oaky with us being that far away and for our graduation from college she had gifted us her 7 year old 4-Runner and given us $5000 to get started, admonishing me to make sure I took care of my sister. We had both had received favorable reviews for jobs, we packed our meager belongings into the Toyota 4-Runner and drove our young hind ends to Concord, New Hampshire, a very long way from Tempe, AZ. Liz found work with a smaller firm right away, she made enough that we could pay our bills but there was none left over. In a city of 40,000 we figured there would be work available in my degreed field soon.
On the first day of attempting to rent an apartment we ran into difficulties, it wasn't a race issue, far from it, people didn't want to rent to young single people, even if we were siblings. It was always followed with, now if you were married that would be different. You might scream that's discrimination, and it is, but if you don't think people are discriminated against daily, and I'm not referring to just one race or nationality, then you have your head up your ass. Since both our last name was Arroyo, Liz came up with an idea.
"Since they want married, we have the same last name, so let's give them married, at least we can get a place to live. We can go to the mall tonight and get a set of inexpensive wedding bands."
Made sense to me, the credit check was run in my name only and we had an approval for rent by Friday. As diligent as I was sending resume's and filling out job applications, my degree would not be put to use for some months. I had grown up helping my dad and knew the trade well, there were times I would fill in for him if he was ill. He had driven for the Crawford's for over twenty years, they knew me and never had an issue if I filled in. The employment agency contacted me and asked if I was willing to interview for a local chauffer position, after Liz and I discussed it we agreed, what could it hurt to interview.
Mrs. Stein was a widow in her mid-60's, the chauffer she'd had for over 30 years was retiring and she needed someone who knew what they were doing right away, there wasn't time to train anyone.
Following a half hour or more of conversation she told me she would like to hire me as her personal chauffer. When I told her what my degree was in and that I was still pursuing work in that field she told me she understood, she needed someone right away and would like to hire me until such time as I found a position. In her words, she would have someone who knew the trade and I'd have an income.
The pay package was actually quite liberal, I'd be making just under 40 a year to drive an older woman here or there. The part I didn't like was she wanted me available to go out in the evening on occasion, but as she said, that was not often anymore. I told Mrs. Stein I needed to talk with my wife before making a commitment, she indicated the next day would be fine. When Liz asked if I'd accepted the job, I said I'd told Mrs. S that needed to talk with my wife first.
Liz smiled, "Your wife?"
"Isn't that what we decided after the apartment fiasco? We're husband and wife?"
As Liz and I talked it over we reached the conclusion that working for Mrs. Stein was better than no job and I was likely being paid more to drive her than I would be paid in a starting position with a firm.
I told Mrs. Stein I would take the position with one condition. I was not willing to wear the traditional chauffer attire, I would wear a quality suit and tie, but I wasn't going to look like the kept darkie who drives Miss Daisy. She laughed, then smiled and nodded her head in agreement, a suit would be proper, especially in this day and age. My schedule varied, if the Mrs. had appointments in the morning, I started work at 7, if not I started work at 8. If she was going out in the evening, it was considered above and beyond and she included a little extra in the next paycheck, besides, she was never out later than ten.
I adapted quickly, Liz and I still had plenty of time together and we were finally bringing home enough between the two of us to start putting money away, we had about half of what mom had given us and didn't want to touch it if possible. I'd been driving a little over three months when Mrs.S. asked if I was interested in making some addition income. I indicated I was as long as it was legal, I was sent me to pick up a lady and bring her to the house. After a few hours visit Mrs. S. told me to take Vivian home and that she had some things at her house she needed help with, I was to try and accommodate her if possible. There would be no lifting or arduous tasks, she simply needed some assistance.
Vivian (she wouldn't allow me to address her by her married name) was early 50's, not a looker per se but not homely either. Dark brown hair that I'm sure was enhanced at the beauty shop, medium height, maybe 5'7", not skinny, not chubby but hefty, a bit of a muffin top but nothing hanging out so to speak. Breasts appeared to be in the 36 range, maybe a D, mommy hips and a reasonable waist, nice legs and a plump ass. She seemed to me to be the type of woman who was always put together, it wouldn't have surprised me to learn she put on lipstick to wash dishes.
I followed her into the house, she instructed me to wait in the foyer until she called for me, disappearing down the hall, calling me to her approximately five minutes later. As I turned into a room, I realized it was her bedroom, I saw nothing to indicate a man slept in this room, so assumed it was hers alone. She was still in her dress, but I noticed a pair of panties and bra laying on the chair, I didn't know what to do, should I stay or run? I could just see the headline, "housewife attacked by chauffer." Then she spoke.
"Gloria told me you could help me with whatever I needed done, I'm hoping that's true, and if it is, I'm counting on you to use discretion and respect my position, Lester, I'd like you to make love to me. My husband is gone most of the time and ignores me when he is home, I've wanted a lover for some time but was afraid. Gloria assured me you are a kind man, I've been told black men are large down there, but Gloria said you would be gentle."
Holy shit, this wasn't in the employment manual. After pondering it a minute I told her I would do as she asked, but I was going to control the pace. Her face flushed as she said, "Oooo, I like a man in charge."
She agreed I could do whatever I wanted as long as I explained anything she didn't understand. The next twist was that she also didn't want to be completely naked, she unbuttoned the top of her dress, lifted the bottom waist high and lay her otherwise naked body on the bed. Legs spread, pussy gaping, when I asked if missionary was okay, she nodded, moving her hips up and down as an invitation.
Normally I would eat a woman before I screwed her, but not Viv, she was wet to the point of the pubic hair around her vulva having beads of liquid on them. I asked if she wanted me naked, she told me no, just remove my pants and make love to her in my shirt and tie. The moment of truth was about to arrive, would she be disappointed I didn't have the elusive huge black cock? The fallacy foisted on ignorant white people by... well, I don't know who, common sense would tell you all you have to do is look around any locker room to see everybody is about the same.
Take my pants and underwear off but leave the shirt and tie on, this was one kinky bitch, but I'd give her a ride none the less. When I asked if she had condoms, she said she didn't need them and to fuck her. As I got ready to penetrate, she grabbed my dick, swiped it up and down her slit a few times and pulled it to her opening, then she immediately hooked her legs across my ass and drove me into her vagina. My cock is a solid seven and fat when fully erect, I slipped into her all the way to my balls with one stroke. I wasn't used to a woman using fuck in her vocabulary or the aggression she displayed.
"Oh Lester, Gloria told me she thought you'd have plenty of meat for me. I love this, we'll have to do this again, now fuck me hard Les, fill me with cum."
I wasted no time pulling back and then jamming the thick head all the way in, not stopping until my pelvis slammed into hers, soon her hips were meeting my thrust as I pistoned my rod in and out of her. Her body was thrashing about, breathing deep and ragged, tits bouncing all over the place, slapping against her chest as they flopped back and forth, she was close to cumming so I kicked it into overdrive. Her hips began slamming upward erratically and her tummy tightened, I knew she was in the throes of an orgasm, causing me to hammer even more vigorously.
