Graces Black Infatuation Ch 03

Grace

I was lying in my comfortable bed. There was not a sound in the house beyond my occasional rustling. A mockingbird chirped outside. The scene was the opposite of my inner world, which was in turmoil. I had even taken the rest of the week off work to cope, adding to the roiling emotions in my mental scape.

My parents from youth had been the kind to make sure unless I was missing an arm, I was in school. So, taking off was unusual for me, probably why I felt so weird about it. Even though I dealt with constant bullying and passive aggressiveness from some ruthless, bitter girls in my grade that drowned my mental health, I was forced to go. My parents did nothing about it even when I begged. To them, it was simply a part of growing up. It was bad enough I attempted to ease the pain of existence permanently on a particularly gloomy day after school. That day I decided to live for nothing else but to spite everyone and the world that unjustly wronged me.

I turned over towards the bedroom window. I was just in time to notice the mockingbird fly away. I smiled to myself. Thinking about how cringy I was that day. In the end, it paid off in some way. I mastered the art of putting personal feelings and desires aside to play a part and it got me far. The smile fell as I thought about it more. It felt like I was still waiting to receive my payment. All these years I would rarely miss a day of work. I was one of my job's highest performers. But now it was as if a piece of me I pretended didn't exist suddenly demanded attention. And it's all happening to me in these past few days. Because of him really. Him, his dark and toned body, and his meaty rod. Mr.J was downstairs today making himself look busy. I'd be satisfying his needs as a man now but today my parents would be coming over. Thankfully he was willing to wait.

In a moment of weakness, I had called them and now they'd be over in the next few minutes to check on me. I reluctantly left my warm bed and got dressed in something a bit more appropriate. Throwing on a loose blouse and some cute sweats that made it at least look like I hadn't just hopped out of bed I was ready to go, just in time to. I heard them knock on the door and went to open it, sharing a small smile with Mr.J who was sitting by two cups of coffee. He got up and returned to looking like he was here for something other than pleasure as I opened the door only to see my mom. My mother was an older woman naturally, one who was lucky enough to maintain most of her figure. Mr.J would likely think that's where I got my butt from.

"Grace! It's been so long, you never call!" My mother said as she immediately hugged me. It was always weird when she did things like this a little bit. Acting like the past didn't exist, I'll likely never fully get used to it. I gave her a small smile as she released me. She was looking around the place and her brows creased as she gazed hard at where I assumed Mr.J was standing.

"Where's dad at?" I asked refocusing her.

"He was too tired, and I wanted to see you soon as possible. I'm sorry dear," she replied, giving me a pitying look.

"Besides I don't think he would have felt very safe here," she continued with a heavy glance at Mr.J's approximate location again. I released a light breath of exasperation and relief from my nose. At least I'd only have to deal with one of them. Deciding it'd be in my best interest to keep this as brief and streamlined as possible I led her inside to the counter where Mr.J had the two cups of joe sitting and offered it to her. She quickly accepted, a need for caffeine also seemed to run in my genes. Taking some preliminary sips, I noticed my coffee had a large amount of his love fluid in it giving it an even thicker feel. A quick look at Mr.J's face confirmed that though he seemed focused elsewhere...

My face had to have been pale with shock as I saw my mother gulping down what had to have also been a kinky concoction. She put the cup down and started saying something to Mr.J, I think asking him for privacy as he left us and went upstairs. I wasn't paying much attention, even when she started talking to me again while sipping her drink. The heat had started forming in me again, it was so warm. My pussy felt so empty in that moment; I needed it full. I started taking slow, sensual, deep pulls from my cup thinking it would help. It made it worse. I was having flashbacks of my dark lover and his meat. The moment was overtaking me I felt like I was gonna burst.

"Grace? Grace, are you listening to me I asked what kind of coffee this is!?" My mother said sharply snapping me back to reality. A line of "coffee" dribbling tantalizingly from her mouth back into her cup. I realized underneath the table my fingers were jammed in my sweats rubbing myself like a whore, which now caused my pants to display signs of a wet spot. Getting a grip on my breathing I focused myself.

"Sorry, there's been a lot on my mind. It's a special kind Mr.J introduced me to," I replied shakily. Hopefully, she wouldn't catch anything amiss. She was slightly suspicious but let it go, likely deeming it not worth her energy. My mother went on about how Mr.J wasn't the kind of person I wanted to have access to my home and other poorly veiled racist accusations about him and his character. As tempting as it was, I didn't pleasure myself with the irony of the situation or care to make her aware. Karma isn't always a bitch; it's sometimes cum filled coffee. Still, I hated that I had edged myself. Whenever I got horny it was hard to think of anything else but pleasure, getting filled in ways that made my toes curl. Thinking of Mr.J's chocolate plunger and the sounds accompanying it unclogging my pipes was causing an arousing, sensual, pinkish-red haze to fall over my mind. My mother at some point had slowed her tirade, likely tired of my listless responses and occasional "mhms". I used the opportunity to try and usher her out of the house in a respectful manner, but I think it came off more rushed than I had hoped.

"Sweetie, I know you've been busy lately, but you should make more time for your mother. We rarely speak these days," she said pointedly as I held the door open. Yes, Mom, I know; it's intentional. I gave her a tired smile and wished her well as she left taking her coffee with her. I don't know why I kept having these moments of weakness. I try to keep my conversations with my parents strictly over the phone because of things like this. Even distracted the conversation always becomes about her, how I'm not doing enough for her, and strangely enough she manages to say something racist regularly. As a white woman myself, it's not that I'm not proud to be who I am, I don't think there's any pride to be found in cannibalism or any of the other racist atrocities that have been committed. People are people. It's something I do my best to ignore and not bring up. God forbid I all of a sudden become a race traitor for bringing it up. However, I am thinking all of this after being made into a Twinkie by a black man repeatedly now.

I headed to my room after a cup of water to let Mr.J know my mom had left. When I got up there, he was sitting on the bed looking out the window. He seemed lost in thought.

"Hey sorry about that she likes to know how I'm doing from time to time," I tried to ignore the elephant in the room but when he slowly turned to look at me and gave me this look, I felt ignoring it would likely do more harm than good.

"She's just from a different time I wouldn't worry about it," I said as I plopped down next to him. He shrugged and kept staring at me as if he was still waiting for something. As I opened my mouth to speak again, he struck. He kissed me and it happened slowly but fast, I saw what he was doing as he leaned forward in what felt like slow motion, but I wasn't able to react at all. Or maybe I just didn't want to react. As his tongue pushed into my mouth, I was thankful I drank some water before coming up. His tongue whipped around my mouth in passionate and deliberate ways. I moaned into his mouth as I joined him, and our tongues began dancing and assisting us in swapping fluids.

Yess was all I could think. During our brief moments apart for air, he maneuvered me onto the bed and on my back. Nuzzling my neck this man forcefully tore my blouse off sending buttons flying to the ground allowing him to maul my breast. Oh yes, Braden was supposed to get back soon but that could wait. I shifted underneath his dark mass pathetically as I shimmied my pants off. He quickly discarded his trousers and lined his chocolate monolith with my vanilla kitty. He pushed just his mushroom head in and teased only that for a minute. I was breathing quickly and keeping my eyes averted from him above me. He put his hands on the side of my face and guided my gaze into his deep brown orbs. And with that, he leaned over to capture my lips again while drilling his whole length into me in one motion.

Fuck yes. I felt like I was in a dream. We made out sensually and I ran my hands along his dark body. As he pumped into me, we swapped fluids, my pussy queefing every thrust, he only stopped making out with me to deliver deep and powerful thrusts with his black fuck stick, cradling my head and allowing me to moan directly into his ear. Seeing his dark body envelop my white one, his meat deep inside me, his deep grunts as he plowed his way into my depths, his tongue in my mouth, it was all too much. It was perfect. I was gushing. I felt my worries become nonexistent under him as I grabbed onto him and started moving in tandem with him. I heard his pants quicken and felt his muscles tensing, I knew he was close. I had his dark meat inside me, I wanted him inside me, I wanted him to finish in me.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, give it to me, give it all to me," I said breathlessly. He stopped me from speaking and put his tongue back in my mouth, massaging my breast and playing with my nipple as he tensed up and started spasming inside me. Planting more of his chocolate seed inside my lily-white womb again. We stayed there timelessly, making out, lost in each other. He was in no rush to remove his beautiful black fuck stick from between my legs and neither was I. I could have stayed there forever, milking his meat as we kissed. As our heart rates lowered, he rose off of me and I could hear the squelching from the job well done. We held eye contact breathing in sync and were about to kiss again until I heard a series of loud knocks on the front door.

Shit.

AN: Part 3, lmk whatcha think!