I am originally from the deep south. Down there, we drink sweet tea all day, say 'yes/no, sir/ma'am', and well, some of us white women can't help ourselves around southern-fried black cock.
Look, I want to preface this by saying that I was raised by racist, prejudiced parents. When I became sexually aware in my life, their rants about how I should never get together with black guys, the tangents about how I should never 'mix races' or, uh, 'interbreed'? That fueled my rebellious fire in my clit and gave rise to the fantasy of fucking black men. This is a story for another time, but the first black guy I ever fucked was my friend Vick. Yes, 'my friend'. We were both 18-years-old and it was the most exhilarating experience of my life. The 'forbidden fruit' so to speak. What is funny is that, if I were raised in an open household with progressive parents, I wouldn't fetishize black men. Apparently, it is racist to fetishize BBC, but oh well, I do. I love chocolate.
Between the ages of 21 to 22, I worked in retail. To paint a picture in your head for you, it was at a popular chain store where we sold general items to frozen food. Basically, people came there to bypass having to go into Wal-Mart. In this particular town in the deep south, white people are the minority.
I became one of the three store managers within six months. The thing about this store that I worked at, I was one of only two white women who worked there. This is important to mention, because the other white woman there, Yardley, enabled me. Yardley was married to a black man, and they had a family together. Whenever we worked together, we would check out any physically attractive male customers who walked in. Not just black guys, but even cute white guys. Hell, even cute Puerto Ricans! This store was located in walking distance from a small college with a wonderful mix of diversity.
Given that white people are the minority in this town, most of our customers were black. Now, don't get me wrong. There were a lot of ugly people coming through, too... not to sound mean or anything, but that's life.
Yardley used to tease and ask me when I was going to find me a 'hunk of chocolate to hop on top of.' I would laugh about it, giggling like a schoolgirl. I had a white boyfriend, but the truth is, every day whenever I would encounter the hot black guys who came in regularly, I wondered about the size of their cocks. I'm a size queen, admittedly so. There are some guys who have no idea how to properly fuck, but when a big dick wielding man knows how to use it, ooooooh goodnight! It's over! My cunt will be gushing in moments!
Even though I had a boyfriend, I constantly flirted with all the hot black customers. I couldn't help myself. It was only flirting, so it isn't like I was cheating in any kind of way. When they would flirt back, or tease me with any comments, my pussy would be soaking wet. I would be so filthy by the time I would get home from work. The air conditioner was always lagging behind in the summer, because corporate set the temperature, and being in the deep south, yeeeah, it was hot and humid. I would be working my ass off and feel sweat running down my ass crack. TMI or not, I would come home being a wet, sweaty mess. Sweat and cunt juices galore.
One of our regulars, a black man whose name was Aaron, would come around a lot, and he was always flirting with me. He never said much to Yardley, and I think this is because he was friends with her husband. If I were stocking shelves, I would bend over in front of Aaron and hope that he would be staring. One day, he said, "Baby, you are a PAWG." I knew what PAWG meant, but I wanted to hear him say it, so I played giggled, played with a strand of my dirty blonde hair and asked, "Hehehe, what's a PAWG?" He smirked and said, "Phat ass white girl..." I blushed and said, "Nahhh... it is average..." before he retorted by saying that I'm being crazy for acting modest over it, telling me that "I needed a real man in my world." This is when I told him that I had a boyfriend, and when he asked me if my boyfriend was white or black, and I confirmed that he was white, he doubled down and stated that I 'needed a real man in my world'. I could feel the heat increasing in my nether regions. I was soaking wet for the remainder of the day thinking about fucking him. Perhaps my secret primal urges were overtaking my physical senses due to his aggressiveness.
I usually prefer muscular guys. My white boyfriend was 6'2″ and muscular himself, so it isn't like he was a distraction from what I prefer. However, muscular black men have always made my white pussy gush. Aaron wasn't muscular, but he was tall and lean. He had handsome facial features, including a square jaw and a neat, trimmed, clean beard. Fucking hot if you ask me.
Aaron started flirting more and more during his regular trips to the store. This is when he started telling me, "Let me be your boyfriend" and I would always be reluctant and tell him that I already had a boyfriend. This never deterred him. He was persistent. If I were not attracted to him, I would have been turned off and creeped out by this relentless request, but I was overwhelming attracted to him, so his resilience to the truth of my claim of having a boyfriend was arousing. He didn't give a fuck if other customers were around; he would keep telling me, "Let me be your boyfriend." One day he put his hands on my shoulders and lightly ran them down on my back and said his usual, "Let me be your boyfriend" catchphrase (it might as well have been his catchphrase by this point). This drove me haywire, feeling his hands on me. "I know you want it," he said as he ran his hands down all the way to the top of my ass before stopping. This was alluring to me, as he didn't touch my ass even though I wanted him to. He was telling the truth. I wanted it, but I was trying to be a faithful girlfriend, you know? I never would have dreamed of cheating on my boyfriend; I simply fantasized about other men and merely left it at that.
One day changed everything.
We had cameras all over the store, naturally, to prevent and watch out for potential theft. However, there is one part of the store that did not have a camera pointed at it, which is near the back, the end cap display behind the laundry detergents/washing powders. On this end cap we have laundry baskets, and I suppose we didn't have a camera pointed there because it would be difficult for thieves to sneakily leave with a basket. I opened the store at 8 in the morning and was adding some baskets on a lower shelf to restock a few. I was bent over, and I felt a POKE in the middle of my butt! Startled, I swiftly stood up and turned around, and it was Aaron. Before I could say anything, I looked down and his erect cock was out in the open!
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I nearly yelled. "What? You don't like it?" I said, "I'm trying to work! This is inappropriate! Put your boner away!" He smirked and said, "This ain't even a boner. I'm not even hard yet." I thought my jaw was going to drop to the floor. I might be bad a math, but I had seen enough penises to know he was at least 8 inches. "OK... umm..." I stammered, trying to get my words out, "I'm still trying to work." He replied with, "I know you want it. Every time I talk to you, you giggle and bite your lip. Just touch it. If you don't like it, then I will never do this again."
I knew I played with my hair and giggled every time he spoke to me, but I didn't realize I would bite my lip. I couldn't help myself, though, and my extreme desires overcame me and I touched his beautiful black cock with my right hand. At first, I only touched his bulbous, chocolate head with my palm, but I then ran my hand over his shaft and gripped it. It was so thick. My ability to be a resilient, faithful girlfriend was tarnished as I started stroking it. I wanted to feel the full hardness in my hand. "Is this what you want?" I asked. "Yeeeah.." he said, "This is what YOU want. I knew it. Taste it real quick. Give it a kiss, baby girl."
My rational mind wanted to say no, but my heart and my cunt wanted to say yes, and I gave in. I squatted down to eye level with his beautiful penis and wrapped my lips around the head and accepted him into my mouth, forming a tight suction with my lips. I tested myself to see how far I could accept his manhood into my mouth, once taking him into the back of my throat and then pulling him out with a loud PLOP. He and I were the only members of the store. I heard the automatic doors to the store open and I quickly released his cock from the grip of my mouth and stood up. "Put it away. Come back after 9 and we will do something about that." He grinned and acquiesced. I couldn't afford to lose my job, but I'm a horny slut and had to give in, because let's face it: I was born to fuck black men.
I was scheduled to work with Yardley that day, who did not come in to the store until 9. That hour felt like an eternity. My cunt was on fire. I could barely concentrate on the task at hand, which was getting the store ready for the day.
I planned on finishing him off by jacking him off and sucking his cock, even though I wanted to fuck him. This might sound gross, but I had not showered in over 24 hours, with an entire work shift in between the previous one to this one. I felt gross. Look, oftentimes I would go a day between showering, because my boyfriend and I weren't fucking daily, and I was lazy over it, although I maintain proper hygiene. I wear deodorant, and, ahem, wash up daily in my nether regions, but I liked to take care of my long hair by only washing it every other day. If I were expecting sex, I would obviously shower thoroughly, but how was I supposed to know I was going to be poked in the rear-end by a fat black cock on this day? That my intense interracial urges were overcoming my senses?
When Yardley arrived after 9, I excused myself to the restroom and performed a quick 'smell' check on myself. I ran my finger over my wet vagina and sniffed the said finger, to see if it stunk, and it didn't. Only an earthy musk. I even ran my finger up my crack to see if any off-putting odor was arising in these departments of human things, and again, only musk. I wanted to be sure, just in case anything beyond a blowjob happened.
When Aaron came back to the store, I told Yardley I needed to assist a customer with a return in the office. Usually we completed returns at the register, but I told her this was a return from weeks ago and that I needed to authorize it with paperwork. Total bullshit. I think she knew it, too, because a big grin appeared on her face when I asked her to watch after the store, as I would probably be in the office for a bit.
Yes, the office. The store featured a room for managers to complete paperwork among other things. It wasn't meant for promiscuous acts. However, that is where I walked into with Aaron before I closed and locked the door.
