Crystal mistreats people, gets her comeuppance and likes it.
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Everyone having sex is over 18. This was written at the request of kurocero. He supplied the names, characters, and theme. It is a disturbing, sex-filled tale concerning a New Year's resolution made and broken. I put it in the interracial love category. It also qualifies as non-consent.
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^^^ (Early in the morning on January the 1st)
"Do it, Andre! Fuck her mouth. Then, pull out and blast your load all over this snobby white bitch's face!" Jamal said.
Four black men stood in a room with a naked white woman. The chubby, twenty-three-year-old was in a stock, the old-time, wooden structure that has holes to secure a person's head and hands. She was held captive by it.
She'd been put into it by her boyfriend who had gathered three other men and encouraged them to grope the woman and receive a blowjob. The woman was being punished for being snooty and smug and verbal abusing regular working people.
The man she'd been dating organized this as payback. It was her turn to be yelled at, abused, and humiliated. The cute, curvy brunette was coerced into sucking cocks and allowing the hooded men to come on her pretty face.
Was Tayven, her boyfriend, breaking the law? Definitely. Was he overreacting? Maybe, maybe not. I'll tell you the tale and you decide.
People disappoint us all the time. That's no excuse for acting as he did. But she'd made him fall in love with her. Then, she revealed herself to be a small-minded, prejudiced person. She promised to change, but didn't. Her inconsiderate treatment of others disgusted him, broke his heart and drove him to this.
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(December 3 years ago)
"Annnttt! Annnttt!"
The annoying noise was the retail store's theft detection system going off. The matronly woman looked around confused. She'd paid for her items and yet the alarm sounded when she tried to exit the store.
Tayven, the assistant store manager, hurried over to the bewildered lady. She held out her receipt to the young black man and said, "I don't understand. You can check my bag."
Tayven glanced at the receipt. He saw it was from register #3. He thought, "Damn it, Darlene!". She was his worst employee. He had no doubt the lazy cow had neglected to deactivate and remove the anti-theft tag on the silk blouse this woman had purchased.
He smiled at the woman and said politely, "It's entirely our fault. Let me take care of this for you."
He walked her over to a register that wasn't being used. He pulled out the blouse, used a device to quickly and easily remove and deactivate the plastic tag. Then, he folded it nicely and returned it to her bag.
"That's a lovely blouse. The color will look great on you," he said.
"Thank you." She was no longer flustered. She appreciated his handling of the matter. She said in an offhand manner, "Those sensors work well. I wish one of those detection devices could be put in my mother's dentures.
"She's in a nursing home. Memory issues," the lady confided. "Mom takes her lower denture out and puts it in a napkin. Then the staff comes along and throws them out with the trash. That's $2000 gone in an instant.
"The home has a system that keeps the residents from walking out of the building. If only their door sensor could sound an alarm when someone's denture was being carried out in the trash!" The woman smiled and left.
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Tayven was a tinkerer. As a child, he drove his mother crazy dis-assembling radios, televisions, computers, and other devices to learn how they worked. It paid off for the family. He was able to fix their broken devices. He earned a few bucks repairing things for the neighbors.
After graduating from high school, he entered a manager trainee program for a large retail chain. He continued to repair items on the side for cash, but he put his hopes for a steady income on the retail trade. He planned to move up in the company and secure his future.
That evening after dinner, Tayven recalled the conversation with the woman buying the silk blouse. He wondered if it was possible to do what the woman had asked.
He knew nursing homes had 'wander guards' that sounded an alarm when residents left their assigned, secure area. The detection system was already in place. All he had to do was figure out how to miniaturized the sensor to fit in a denture.
A year later, Tayven solved the problems. Dentures aren't very thick. There's not enough mass to hide a sensor and battery. The solution was to change their shape and embed them in the plastic teeth.
He made a few and tested them. First, in his workshop at home and then in the field. He continued to modify and improve it. He made it compatible with most of the popular 'wander guard' systems on the market.
He applied for a patent and then approached various companies. He found a factory in Taiwan that would manufacture it. Then, he reached out to companies who sell wander guard systems.
Six months later, his product hit the market and was a success. He quit his retail job. He was on his way to becoming a wealthy man. As an entrepreneur, he had to assemble a team of advisors. He needed a lawyer, an accountant, and people to assist with marketing.
That's where he met Crystal. She was a bubbly, young accountant who worked for her family's prestigious accounting firm. It was her job to work with small start-up firms like Tayven's.
Tayven was bowled over the first time they met. He was escorted to her office. She was on the phone standing with her back to him looking out the window of the skyscraper's floor-to-ceiling window. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt and high heels.
He was stunned by the sight. The skirt material was drawn tight across her big, round ass. The high heels accentuated her shapely calves. He salivated as he thought, "Damn! That's a great ass!"
She turned, waved and gestured that he sit. He did and he continued to check her out. She was in her mid-twenties, short, cute, and a brunette. Her skin was flawless and very pale, very white. She was chubby.
Her extra weight didn't bother Tayven. In general, he didn't find skinny girls attractive. He liked women. Women of substance. Women with big tits and big butts. In his mind, the more to grab the better. He preferred to take women from behind and a bigger ass made it more fun.
If you'd hooked Tayven up to a lie detector, he would have admitted that part of Crystal's appeal was that she was white. While interracial marriage was no longer illegal, for a black man to be with a white woman was somewhat taboo. Having the forbidden fruit can be very exciting.
She ended her call, smiled, and extended her hand as she walked toward him. "Hello, Tayven. My name is Crystal. I'm pleased to meet." Her bright smile was dazzling.
He stood and shook her hand, Her hand was small and delicate. Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted a bright red color.
Their business relationship continued to bring them together as his company grew. He enjoyed the time he spent with her. They had numerous business lunches. She was bright, enthusiastic. Very posh. She came from money and had attended expensive, prestigious private schools.
Tayven was a public high school graduate. He was impressed and smitten by the well-dressed, well-spoken woman. He took a chance and asked her out one day.
"Crystal, I like you. I'd like to go on a date with you. How about dinner tonight?"
She looked up from the spreadsheets and said, "Sure. Do you like sushi?"
"Great!" he exclaimed. Inside he was doing cartwheels.
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He picked her up at her place. When she opened the door, his mouth fell open. He was stunned by her outfit. She was wearing a cobalt blue, wrap dress. Her breasts were barely restrained by a flimsy, lace bra. They jiggled and bounced every time she moved.
While the amount of cleavage she was showing was awesome, the way the dress cinched at the waist and flared at the hips was amazing. The dress clung to her curves. Her big ass looked luscious and juicy.
Tayven was momentarily speechless. When he regained the ability to speak he said one word, "Wow!"
She giggled coyly and said, "Thanks. That's the reaction I was going for."
They went to dinner, enjoyed the food and the company. They both drank sake and were slightly inebriated.
She asked, "Want to come back to my place?"
"Yes."
They returned to her apartment. It was nicely furnished. "Make yourself comfortable? I'll be back in a second. Drink?"
He nodded and removed his jacket.
"Make mine bourbon neat. The bar is there," she said and pointed to the corner as she stepped into her bedroom.
When she returned her high heels were gone and so was her bra. Her big boobs floated and jiggled under her dress.
They sat on the sofa, talked more and drank. She leaned in and kissed him. He was nervous and it showed. She said, "We're not in high school. My parents won't be coming home, No one will catch us fooling around. You can kiss me."
They kissed. They kissed a third time. That one seemed to last forever. It was warm and soft and nice. They heard and felt the other's breath. They looked deeply into the other's eyes. His hand hefted a boob. It was heavy, yet soft. He searched out her hard nipple and massaged it.
"Oh," she groaned enjoying his touch.
He continued to kiss her as he groped and caressed her breasts. She lay back on the arm of the sofa and let him touch her. She loved it.
He sat perched on the edge of the couch. His hand slid down to the bow that held the wrap dress together. He undid it. The dress came apart. He felt like a kid at Christmas unwrapping a gift.
She lay there smiling at him as he pulled the fabric aside. She was naked underneath. Her pale white skin glowed. Her boobs were big and floppy. Her areolas were large and dark. Her nipples were tight peaks.
His eyes scanned her body. He ran his hand across her stomach moving lower, toward her sex. She had a tuft of dark pubic hair on her belly. He couldn't see if she'd removed all the hair around her pussy because her ankles were crossed and her thick thighs were pressed together.
"You're so beautiful," he said awestruck. "You're skin is so smooth. So soft. So white.
"Why don't you get undressed?
He stood and yanked at his fine clothes. He practically ripped off the expensive threads. He stood naked before her. He was an average sized man, 5' 10", fit, but not overly muscular. His skin was a deep caramel color. He had black hair and dark brown eyes.
She took it all in and then looked at his penis. It too was average, a hard six inches. "Nice," she said. And then casually, as if playing 'you show me your's and I'll show you mine', she spread her legs and exposed her cunt.
His jaw dropped open and he stared. It was bare. With the hair removed, he saw her slit and labia clearly. They glistened in the light because she was aroused and wet. It was pink. A beautiful pink gash surrounded by the alabaster white skin of her tummy and thighs.
