Allison spent the rest of the school day worrying about what would happen when she got home. Her stepfather had threatened to send her to an all-girls' boarding school if she got into any more trouble. She really didn't mean to be bad, but she couldn't help herself…her sexual urges were uncontrollable. When the school bell finally rang at 3 p.m., her stomach was full of butterflies. She would give anything not to go home…of course, her mother had left that morning for a week-long conference, so at least she wouldn't be home…and her stepfather didn't get off work until 6 p.m., so she had a few hours.
Once she got home, Allison was bored, so she decided to play on the Internet for awhile. After she checked her email, she visited a few of her favorite porn sites. Most of them contained erotic fiction, her favorite form of arousal. After reading just a couple of stories, she was already wet, and began to lightly touch the outside of her pussy…just enough to tease herself, to make her keep wanting more. Just as she couldn't stand not having something inside her any more, the doorbell rang.
"Shit shit shit!" she muttered. She composed herself and opened the door. Standing before her was a deliveryman holding a package under his arm…a tall, black, muscular, very handsome deliveryman. Immediately, she thought of all the things she'd always heard about black men, and she got even hornier at the thought of how good it would feel to have a huge black cock inside her.
She noticed that he was sweating as she signed for the package, so she asked him if he'd like to come in for a drink. To her surprise, he accepted.
"It sure would be good to have something cool to drink!" he answered. In all honesty, he would usually never have done something like that; it was against company policy to stay longer than absolutely necessary at a customer's home. But she was his last delivery, and he could see something in the teenager's eyes that made his dick harden.
He followed her to the kitchen, staring at her swaying hips and nicely rounded ass. He had a feeling that this little white bitch would be a fantastic fuck. Once they reached the kitchen, he sat at the table while she filled a glass for him. She walked over to him and handed him the glass, and then jumped up to sit on the edge of the table. She still wore no panties, and he caught a whiff of her pussy juices as she sat down.
"So, what's your name?" Allison asked.
"Marcus," he replied in his deep, husky voice.
Allison decided to get straight to the point.
"Well, Marcus, I was just wondering…is it true what they say about black guys?"
"I don't know…what do they say?"