CAUTION: This is not the usual story I write of affectionate interaction among women and men. It is a story of an abusive, using relationship that happens to be between a black man and a white woman. If this kind of thing bothers you, you probably shouldn't read it. The story is strictly a work of fiction, and is not meant to be a representation of a typical or customary relationship, either interracial or otherwise.
It was late Friday night, and Cora Lee Wilson sat in the bar nursing her glass of white wine. She had been watching the door for the last half hour, but none of her regular gentleman friends had walked through it. The more she watched, the more she wished one of them would come in and accompany her to her apartment a little way down the street. Other men had spoken to her, and she probably could have left with one of them, but Cora Lee had certain wants and needs, and refused to have anything to do with a man who might not be willing or able to satisfy them. She was aware that the idea of the super-hung black stud was a myth, but she also knew there were such men, and she was waiting for one of them.
The door opened again, and Cora Lee grinned with elation when she saw who entered. It was Calvin, who would have been her first choice of man, if she had been in a position to make such a selection. He saw her too, and strode, across the floor, scowling at her all the way. She felt especially good when she saw the look on his face, because she loved him the most when he was in a mean mood.
The newcomer took the seat next to Cora Lee, looking down on her from his height of well over six feet tall. "What you doing here, Bitch," he asked.
"Just waiting for you, Calvin. What do you want to drink?" She smiled up at him, admiring the coarse features of his black, almost purplish face, his dreadlocks, and his large, muscular body. Cora Lee was already eager for that big body to be sprawled on top of her that night, and the sooner the better. .
"Scotch. A double. You know fucking well what I want to drink."
Calvin looked down on the pudgy, 45 year old baby-faced blonde. He didn't have any affection for her at all, but she would buy him drinks and was good for some fun sometimes, particularly when he was in a pissed off mood. That night was one of those times. He was thirty year old, and it was obvious he was never going to amount to much, and Calvin was ready to take his frustrations and general pique out on her.
Cora Lee paid for the drink, the most expensive Scotch the bar carried, using a twenty dollar bill, and said nothing when her companion took the change and stuck it in his pocket. After he drank it and washed it down with the small glass of soda, she smiled at him again and finished her glass of wine. "Do you want to go to my place with me?" she simpered.
"Yeah. Okay."
In the warmth of the bar, Cora Lee had pushed her red wool coat back off her shoulders, but she pulled it back up and shrugged into it. Calvin watched and, when he saw he was ready, he turned and walked out the door, not holding it for her. Once on the sidewalk, he waited until she was beside him, before starting to walk in the direction of her small apartment, letting the fat white slut keep up with him as best she could with her short, plump legs and high heels.
At their destination, she unlocked and opened her door, closing it and securing it again when she and Calvin were inside, with neither of them saying a word. Cora Lee helped her man off with his jacket and hung it and her own coat on the hooks on the back of the door, and sat down to remove her red pumps. He had come to the bar from the factory where he worked on the swing shift, and was still wearing his blue jeans and gray shirt. Calvin's rough work clothing contrasted with her pink blouse and red skirt as much as his very dark skin did with her pale, almost pasty complexion.
"Do you want another drink?" she asked, getting the bottle of expensive Scotch from the kitchen cabinet when Calvin nodded his head, and pouring him a generous glassful. Cora Lee didn't want the man getting too drunk to fuck her, but she wanted him to be high enough on the liquor to give her what she thought of as a good time.
When Calvin set the glass on the kitchen table after taking a swallow, Cora Lee came up in front of him and patted his crotch. "I hope this is going to be nice and big and hard for me tonight," she told him, smiling warily up at his face.
He pushed her hand away, roughly. "I'll tell ya when, Bitch." Calvin took a second drink of the expensive Scotch, while Cora Lee waited. The third time he raised the tumbler to his lips, he drained it and set it back on the table. He was ready then, and Calvin grabbed Cora Lee by her bare arm. "Let's go, Bitch," he instructed her, leading the blonde toward the door that knew led to the bedroom, the only other room of the apartment.
With Calvin sitting on the edge of the bed, Cora Lee stood over him unbuttoning his shirt. When she was done, he let her pull it off him and hang it over the back of a nearby chair. Still fully dressed, she got to her knees between his legs, untied his work shoes and pulled them and his socks off, pushing them under the bed where they would be out of the way. With those preliminaries done, Cora Lee eagerly reached forward to unbuckle his belt. Until then, Calvin had done nothing to either help or hinder, just letting himself be undressed but, when she started peeling his pants down, he raised her ass to let her pull them all the way down and off.
Before going any further, Cora Lee gazed raptly at the big bulge she could see in his jockey shorts. It was her main reason for inviting the man to her apartment, and she removed his last article of clothing the same way as she had taken off his pants. With her lover sitting naked on her bed, waiting for her to start licking and sucking his cock, she held it lightly in her hand. It wasn't completely hard yet, but her mouth would take care of that.
