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.
Chapter Four — Claire broadens her horizons
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It had happened. It had actually happened.
In the same day that Claire had gone down on her first woman, she had also allowed herself to be fucked by a black stud. Despite the sweeping waves of guilt afterwards, the sex with Leroy was a hundred times more fulfilling than in even her wildest masturbatory fantasies.
He was bigger than most men she'd ever been with, that was for sure. In all the sexual encounters she'd ever experienced, she'd learnt that the axiom 'size does matter' was a self evident truth. Had she ever doubted it, Leroy's dick would have restored her faith.
His cock had hit places inside her hitherto untouched.
His attitude had been the polar opposite to her previous sexual encounters, too. Most of her previous lovers had been considerate. Leroy just took what he wanted.
As soon as he'd fucked her against the kitchen island, he had twisted her around and pushed her face down onto the cold surface, roughly yanked her legs apart and then rammed that monster of his inside her again.
She had instantly screamed out yet another orgasm.
That was something else. Until yesterday, she had never thought of herself as especially noisy during sex. Come to think of it, she was probably at her loudest with her favourite vibe inside her. Sex with Leroy had changed all that. With his hand in her hair, yanking her head back as he pounded her from behind, she was screaming out swearwords she wasn't even aware she knew.
Leroy was noisy, too, although in his case it was to tell her what a slut she was, that he owned her now she was one of Olivia's girls, and that he would both look after her interests and fuck her any time he wanted.
Even though Claire knew this would all end inside the next forty-eight hours, when she presented Donald Moseley with her story, she had both hated and loved his words. No-one had ever spoken to her in that way before.
It had been so hot.
When, eventually, it had become too much for even an arrogant black stud like him, he had pulled out just before he came and grabbed her hair again. Pulling her face towards his juice-covered cock, he held her there while he sprayed his thick juice all over her face, neck and tits.
"Rub it in," he'd told her with a condescending laugh. "It's good for your skin."
After it was over, he had made a phone call in the other room while she cleaned herself up in the bathroom. Her whole body was sore and she knew she should feel guilty. But she didn't. Later, yes, but not immediately. The whole experience just felt surreal.
When she returned from the bathroom Leroy was pacing back and forward while he talked on his mobile phone. Another joint hung loosely from his lips. Claire's head was still a little woozy from her previous intake and she wondered whether the smoke she had inhaled earlier had added to the uninhibited way she'd let him fuck her.
What had Precious said? "Fucking on marijuana is like nothing else."
She could see Leroy through the open door as he'd continued his phone conversation and the sight of his manhood swinging between his legs had instantly registered a further response between her thighs. She'd never liked conceited, overconfident guys before, but she had been practically gagging for Leroy to fuck her again.
He had. This time against the wall.
Then, out of the blue, just as he was leaving, he told her that Olivia wanted to meet her. Her stomach had done somersaults. That could be the final piece of the jigsaw for her story, the piece that formed the whole picture.
Leroy told her she should feel privileged. Olivia usually let him look after the girls. She preferred to stay at arm's length and only became involved when something or someone special came along.
Then Leroy told her that she was special. He'd known it from the first time they'd met. That's why Olivia wanted to meet her.
As ridiculous as it was, Claire had almost cried infront of him. No-one had said she was special before. All her life she'd fought for what she had, maybe that was why the desire to prove herself in the newspaper industry was so great. To show the world she had it in her.
On reflection, she realised it wasn't just Leroy's words that had her choking back the tears. It was the absurdity of the situation. These circumstances were as unusual as anyone could find, and yet it had taken a black pimp who'd just fucked her brains out to make her feel good about herself.
When she'd asked Leroy when she could meet Olivia, he'd given her one of his cocky smiles.
"When she's ready," he'd told her, squeezing her ass. "When she's ready..."
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"Olivia?" Precious repeated. Her dark eyes suddenly went wide in mock horror. "You'd better be careful, honey. She eats little white girls like you for breakfast."
Claire just stared at her. She was back in Precious's apartment and had waited until they'd made love before casually mentioning her proposed meeting with Olivia.
"But then," Precious mischievously added, kissing her neck. "My little white girl likes being eaten by a black woman, doesn't she?"
Claire put a hand over her mouth and then they both burst out laughing.
It occurred to her that while she had only known Precious for a couple of days, it was remarkable how much at ease she felt in the girl's company.
"Okay," Precious added, nodding towards the bowl of water and some shaving implements sitting on the small stool beside the swivel chair. "It's time."
They had talked about Claire's dark landing strip and Precious had told her it was the one thing the girls weren't allowed. Olivia wanted her escorts clean shaved.
"Sorry honey," she'd said to her, "but if you're going to be one of us, it has to go."
Claire began to blush again as Precious batted her eyelashes at her. It was ridiculous, she knew, but despite their afternoon of uninhibited sex, having this girl shave her—any girl shave her—was extremely intimate.
She had told herself that she'd called Precious and arranged to meet her again simply to gain some advance information about Olivia. It wasn't the truth. Not the whole truth. She could pretend as much as she liked, but deep down she couldn't fool herself.
She'd wanted sex with her again ... to taste that black pussy again. Was there a more satisfying feeling in the world than pleasuring a black woman? As much as she was beginning to crave Leroy's cock, going down on Precious pressed every single one of her buttons.
"I like my look," she slowly said, more as a delaying tactic than anything else.
Could she really allow Precious to do this?
