Vanilla Boy Toy (BWWM Interracial Romance / Erotic Short Stories) Read Free Page B

in
and out of my cunt several times.
    I could feel my orgasm building and I just wanted him to
make me cum. He stopped dipping his tongue into my vagina and began licking and
circling my clit with his tongue. I was on cloud nine. He slid one finger into
my pussy and began thrusting it in and out.
    "Jonnes…" I began but he put his index finger on
my lips indicating that I should not make a sound. He continued thrusting his
finger inside my pussy. He slid in another finger. Oh, the pleasure was
unbearable.
    He resumed to toying with my clit as he dipped his fingers
in and out of my pussy. I cursed him using all the curse words that I knew and
he chuckled. He was carefully watching my expressions and my body language.
Finally, my orgasm came. It came in one intense wave that rocked my body.
    He picked me up by the hips and asked me to wrap my legs
around his waist. He propped me up against the wall and slid his cock inside
me. He wasn't gentle about it and he thrust into me without restraint. His dick
was huge and it hurt a little. He fucked me like a man who had just got out of
jail. Like a raging bull he thrust his dick in and out of me.
    His grunts were getting louder and louder, with one final
thrust he slammed into me and he poured his seed deep inside my pussy. He
paused for a moment trying to catch his breath. Slowly he withdrew from me. He
took my hand and led me to the shower. I laughed at myself for ever thinking
that he was gay and not attracted to me.

 
    Vanilla Boy Toy
    My phone rang out and I answered weary after a long day,
"Hello?"
    "Monica..It's Heather, your coming to my party tomorrow
right?"
    "I don't know baby girl, I've had a tough week at
work."
    "It'll cheer you up...Tyson really wants to see
youuu."
    "Imma told you, I'm done with Tyson. I want a nice
white man to show me a good time if you know what I mean." I giggled into
the phone.
    "There will be plenty of white guys too, please? it
starts at 8."
    "I'll be there. Love you."
    The next day I'm at home getting ready for Heathers party,
it's a warm evening and I as stood in front of the mirror trying on a number of
outfits to make sure that I look super sexy. I finally settle on a short yellow
dress that hugs my curves, looks gorgeous and light against my chocolate skin.
    As an African American woman, I have a body to die for but
I'm sick of black guys thinking they have the right to me. I'm an independent
woman and will fuck who I want. All the black guys I've been with have been
controlling in bed and I really want a white guy that I can really take charge
with and who knows what he's doing.
    I finish the look off with a couple of accessories and of
course I have some black sexy lingerie on underneath my dress in the chance
that I do get lucky. The party will be filled with people in their late teens
and early twenties, I was slightly older at 24 so I was a little nervous about
the occasion.
    An hour later and I am reclined on a deckchair soaking up
the rays, looking around however I feel a little awkward as everyone seems to
be mingling with friends or partners. A short while later my ex Tyson wanders
up, tapping me on the shoulder.
    "Monicaaa" he hollers, "How about you and me
go somewhere to kiss and make up" he pouts at me seductively and I swat
him away with my hand like a pesky fly.
    "I'm done home boy, now go save your self-respect and
get out of here."
    He stares at me fiercely not knowing what to say before
walking towards his friends, "I was just kidding, I don't wanna tap that
anyways."
    I go to close my eyes and relax once more when a voice
nearby rings towards me, "I would."
    I look up and see a beautiful white man, with his top off
leaning against a nearby wall.
    "Excuse me?"
    "He said he wouldn't tap that, If you gave me the
chance - I wouldn't stop all night long."
    I laugh to myself bemused at his cheesy line and he
approaches, holding out his hand. "Dean."
    "Monica", I give him my hand and he kisses it
teasingly.
    "You looking