This story is based on interracial lesbian seduction, reluctance and coercion (although there is a sprinkling of MF sex).
The thoughts of a white women being seduced by a black woman is a long held fantasy of mine, but if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on without feeling the need to leave a derogatory comment.
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Claire padded out of the small en-suite shower room into her bedroom and unwrapped the fluffy white towel from her slender body as she crossed towards the floor-length mirror in the far corner of the room.
She smiled coyly to herself as she checked her naked reflection. Her body was in the best shape of her life. Her hard nipples sat beautifully high on her breasts and her flat stomach was actually showing the beginnings of a six-pack. All those hours spent in the gym were definitely paying off.
Her hands went to her head, pulling her long hair upwards and then allowing it to cascade back down onto her bare shoulders. She had subtly changed her hairstyle, as well as several other aspects of her appearance, so that she better resembled Jessie Palmer. It was Laura who had originally remarked on the similarity between her and the young porn star, and now it would be difficult to tell them apart.
Precious had also referred to her as Jessie when they'd met a couple of days ago and, strangely, Claire was becoming to enjoy being called that name.
Precious! Even thinking the name made her shiver. This was the girl who held Claire's future in her hands. If she could get the girl to verify that Melissa Rhodes was one of Laura's clients, the story would be elevated to such a level that Claire's reputation as an investigative journalist would be made.
Claire had spent the last forty-eight hours drafting out her story and, even without any reference to Melissa Rhodes or any other individual for that matter, it was dynamite. Any story referring to interracial lesbian prostitution would 'sell papers', to use her editor's favourite phrase, and Claire could easily turn her first draft into a series of three or maybe four articles with a bit of padding.
Yet it could be so much more.
She was determined to obtain the information she needed when she met Precious again tonight but ... that wasn't the only reason she was feeling so excited about meeting up with the girl again.
No sooner had Precious told her that the 'escort' girls 'looked after' each other, she had emphasised the fact by taking advantage of Claire's drunken state by fingering the reporter in the back of the taxi cab. The orgasm had been so explosive that Claire couldn't even think about the moment without touching herself again—with the inevitable results each time.
In fact, for a brief second she thought of grabbing her vibe and doing herself again there and then...
But no, she knew she had to try and control herself. The sexual machinations associated with the investigation seemed to have her in a permanent state of heat and if she wasn't careful she would be in danger of compromising both herself and her story.
And yet that was easier said than done.
It felt as if the need that had been released inside her was slowly turning into a craving. Monika, Leroy and Precious had all taken advantage of her in their separate ways. Why was that such a turn-on for her? And why did she find the contrast in colour between her milky-white flesh and their black skin so intoxicating.
She'd even found herself checking out some of the black members of staff in the office yesterday.
Dolores was in her fifties, but the curvy canteen manager had always paid special attention to Claire whenever she'd see her. She'd thought it was innocuous, but now she was wondering if there was more to her interest than met the eye.
Then there was Bobby, one of the security guards. He clearly had a muscular body under his uniform. She had already begun to wonder if his dick be as big as Leroy's.
As for Gloria, the young Brazilian girl who worked on the accounts team, the girl simply had a body to die for. All the guys in that department had tried it on with her, but the rumours were that the teenager preferred the opposite sex.
And there was something else. If she closed her eyes, Claire could still see the two white teenagers being coerced into sex in the nightclub restrooms. An image of the blonde girl remained imprinted on her mind, on her knees infront of Monika and lapping at her pussy like an addict needing her fix.
Her black pussy...
She turned back to the mirror again, her eyes drifting down to her thin black landing strip. She'd often thought of going bare completely but kinda liked the effect she'd created. Still, Jessie Palmer was bare down there. And Monika had been clean-shaven, too.
She momentarily wondered if Precious would be bare when the buzz of her mobile phone brought her back to the present. A shiver ran through her when she checked the message. Precious was changing the arrangements for their meeting tonight.
She wanted Claire to meet her at her flat...
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Finding a parking place in London at this time of night was rare but there it was, in a side street close to the address Precious had given her.
Claire's hands were shaking as she fed the meter, and she glanced in both directions before nervously making her way across the road towards the apartment block.
She could feel her heart beat heavily in her chest in anticipation of where the meeting might lead, and had to remind herself she was here for a reason. The success of her story depended on her getting Precious to talk in more detail about the 'escort' business and she needed to forget anything else. Just focus on the task in hand.
The pause before she entered the building lasted only a few seconds. Then she was through the door and heading across to the lift in the near corner of the lobby.
Precious's apartment was on the third floor.
The doors to the lift opened as soon as she pressed the steel button, as if it had been waiting just for her. It took only a few seconds to reach the floor she wanted and Precious's apartment was halfway along the left hand side. The girl answered the door on Claire's third knock.
Precious wore a smile on her face as the door opened, but not much else. Was she was naked underneath the thin purple robe? The pitter-pattering beat of Claire's heart instantly went into overdrive again.
"Jessie," she murmured, standing back so that her guest could enter. "Come in."
Claire apprehensively walked past her and into a small living area. It was sparsely but remarkably tidy, except for the dildo and harness that sat on a small coffee table in the middle of the room.
Claire gave an intake of breath at the sight.
"I ... er ... parked nearby," she lamely explained, more for something to say. "It looks like rain. I was thinking we might find a pub or bar nearby and—"
The words died in her throat as she turned to face Precious. The girl was casually unfastening the belt of her robe and shrugging the thin garment from her shoulders and onto the floor.
Her naked black body was stunning.
The question Claire had asked herself earlier in the day was instantly answered. She was clean-shaven. And her bare labial lips were glossy and pink with arousal...
Time stood still as Claire's gaze flickered upwards towards those perfectly-formed tits. They were beautifully perky, with chocolate-brown nipples that grew long and hard out of her small areola. To Claire's surprise her nipples were pierced, with small rings that sported a little heart dangling down from each.
The hearts swung gently from side to side as Precious began to saunter across the room towards her.
"I know the little white girl has been wonderin'," she said, stepping closer. "So I thought I'd get the formalities out of the way first. You like?"
Claire nodded, not knowing quite what to say. The girl was just inches away now and she could feel her breathing, smell her perfume.
Precious's broad smile suggested she was pleased with the response.
"You want?" she asked, holding her arms out wide to display her nakedness in all its glory
Claire swallowed hard. What happened in the taxi was one thing. But this was going way too fast for her. And yet she did nothing, just stood frozen to the spot as the girl's head tilted to the side and she was whispering in her ear.
"Sure you do."
She followed up the words with a kiss, just as they had had done in the taxi cab. Her thick lips were warm and sensual. And she kissed well. Very well. Claire knew she should have objected, tried to control the situation, but instead she did nothing. Just stood there and let Precious kiss her.
"I ... I didn't come for this," she managed to belatedly say, but all the strength was gone from her voice.
"Sure you did," Precious told her, holding a finger to her lips to silence the protest.
Then she replaced it with her mouth again. This time the kiss was longer, more passionate and Precious was pulling her hands to her full tits. The feeling of those heavy breasts in her palms, nipples burning into her palm, removed all the resolve the reporter had.
Precious's tongue found her ear as she started to pull Claire's blouse out of her jeans. Her fingers found the skin underneath and from the way her knee was pressing between the reporter's legs, she knew that what was going to happen would be so wrong.
She was here for a reason. Not this. Wasn't she?
But Precious's hand had unfastened her jeans and her fingers felt heavenly as they slid inside her thong.
She gently pushed down on her hand in rhythm to her movements, not knowing whether she was trying to stop her, or help her continue. It didn't matter. The girl was pushing her back against the wall and pulling the jeans down with her as she sunk to her knees.
Her fingers dragged the skimpy thong to one side and then ... oh God ... her face dropped onto Claire's wetness.
"Precious..." she croaked. "Please..."
Please what? Stop? Continue? Softer? Harder?
