It's strange to be writing this story. I've written a number of stories that focused on the African continent but this one happened to a woman I met in the states. I had just spent 16 months in Nigeria working with British Petroleum but was transferred to New Orleans to explore for oil and gas for platform rigs.
It was a Saturday afternoon when a friend and me decided to have a few drinks at a lounge in the French Quarter. A woman, nice figure and attractive, sat down at the bar two seats down. We struck up a conversation and I told her of my work in Africa. She asked about the black men there and how they viewed white women. Surprised me but she was intrigued so I mentioned to her that I also had written stories about interracial experiences.
My friend left and the lady and me sat down at a table. We talked for over two hours. She revealed some of her experiences of which I found quite interesting. I asked her if she would allow me to record some when she had the time. We met the next weekend and I recorded some. I will write it in her narrative.
THIS IS HER STORY:
I was in my mid thirties, divorced and had an 18 year- old daughter and a younger son. Struggling to make ends meet, I prostituted myself out sometimes to pay the bills. With only a high school degree I managed a corner market store. Living in a mostly black subdivision of town, the few men I slept with were mostly black. Not low life but working type men who wanted to rut with a white blonde female. It seemed that they enjoyed dominating a young white woman and got off ramming their black cocks in me.
I tried to shield my son and daughter from this ugly part of my life and was successful until I had to have surgery on my right arm. My medical insurance was a joke and only paid for a third of the cost.
The bills really piled up and loss of job income really hurt since I was out of work for two weeks. It was late summer and the kids would be back in school in two weeks. I needed money to buy school clothes and supplies. Stephanie, my daughter had missed a grade because of my divorce and relocation. She was entering the 12th grade.
I called one of the black men that I had slept with. He was 35 years old and a fitness instructor at a local gym. John made most of his money dealing drugs and only used his job as a front. He had a lot of connections and was feared by many in the community. He furnished me with cocaine for my addiction and I gave sex in return. I told him that I needed to borrow some money to pay my medical, rent and utilities. He said that he would stop by after work.
He was a bit late but arrived at around 9 PM. My daughter, Stephanie, went to the door and let him in.
"Hello girl," he said as he entered the apartment. John was as black of a man as could be. Six foot three and thin but muscular. I had always thought he was so damn sexy because of his very dark black skin and rippling muscles.
He came over and hugged me but never taking his eyes off of Stephanie. "I've only met your daughter a couple of times, she is a darling. How old is she?"
"Stephanie just turned 18. She is in the 12th grade and is an good student," I replied.
My daughter was very pretty. She was only 5'2" tall and had two blonde pigtails and turquoise eyes. Her breasts were really beginning to blossom and she had a curvy bottom. Thinking this to myself I begin wondering about John's infatuation with her. He kept looking at her and I alarmingly begin to think that he was aroused.
Stephanie walked over and asked John about his watch. John had a gold Rolex on his wrist and Tammy thought it was so cool. She had a love for shiny jewelry, especially watches. Her father had a Rolex and perhaps that is where she began liking them. Made me wonder if perhaps her father fondled her at a young age. Damn, what am I thinking.
"John, let me get the kids to bed and then we can talk."
I returned to the living room and sat down with John. "I need money desperately. Could you loan me at least two thousand dollars, John? I am so in debt from my surgery and other bills. You can have me sexually as much as you want ... I'll do anything. Please."
"Anything is a wide perimeter, girl. But, since you asked, there is one thing that would convince me to loan you money. Perhaps even give it to you free and clear," John replied.
"What John? Just name the terms, please," I responded.
"Your daughter Stephanie. I want that young girl badly. I want to take her to bed and have that pretty morsel lying against my black body with my cock inside her tight cunt. I will be gentle and she will soon enjoy pleasures she has not known before," John adamantly stated.
."Oh please, not that John. She is too young and she would be afraid. I could never forgive myself. You are so big and she is so small. It would be terrifying to her." It horrified me that he wanted my daughter.
"Those are the terms. You must certainly know that I could bust in here and take her without your approval if I wanted to. She needs your support and you can make her ready if you do it the right way. I'm leaving now. You think about it for a couple of days and call me by Friday," John stated as he walked out the door.
I was an emotional wreck the next two days and also out of drugs. That was the turning point where I made shamefully made the decision to consider giving my daughter to him. When she came home from part time summer job on Friday, I asked Stephanie if she liked John. She replied that for a black man, he was good looking and she certainly liked that shiny watch he wore.
"Mom, I know that you and him have sex. One time late at night when you thought I was asleep, I quietly opened my bedroom door and sneaked into the hallway. I could hear you moaning and the bed squeaking. I slightly opened your bedroom door and watched him on top of you. His black buttocks was going up and down and your legs were wrapped around him. I had this strange sensation watching him on top of you. It excited me and I nervously played with myself until I got a dizzy feeling."
"Honey, I'm sorry that you had to witness that. It must have been scary for you at such an early age," I shockingly replied.
"Don't be sorry mom. I know about sex from other girls in school that are doing it. A number of guys have tried to get me in bed. I was just glad that you were enjoying it. You work so hard to take care of my brother and me. Besides, it was exciting to me."
It took a bit of courage but I popped the question. "Honey, John likes you a lot. What if I invited him over for the evening? You could get to know him better and I'm sure he would like to give you and me some hugs. Would you like that?
"Yes mom, can we play some cards or other games?" she replied.