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INTERRACIAL STORY #1
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Story Name: A Dark Night
In
the last hour, the four friends had all felt the stares
coming from the table of cute guys at the other end of
the bar. In fact, one of the girls, Allison, had wondered
out loud how long it would be before one of them came
over and tried to hit on them.
"What do you care," responded her friend Karen.
"You're married. Unless of course you're not feeling
married this weekend."
All of the girls laughed at the inside joke. A few years
ago, one of the women, Trish, had had an affair that she
later admitted to the girls. When they asked how she went
through with it, Trish had responded that she was horny
and "just hadn't felt married that weekend."
They were friends since high school and all married, with
the exception of Karen. They were currently enjoying a
weekend at a desert resort to blow off some steam and get
some sun.
"Out of curiosity, though, which one were you hoping
would come over here," Karen needled.
"If you're asking which one I think is the cutest,
it's the black guy," Allison said. "And don't
get any weird ideas, Karen. I am definitely feeling
married this weekend. However, that doesn't mean I can't
enjoy myself a little."
"Really? You really get turned on by black guys,"
Trish asked. "I just haven't ever been attracted to
one."
"Look at him," Allison said. "He's in
great shape, tall and well dressed. Then look at how
comfortable he is with himself. He just screams
confidence and character."
All of the girls looked over at the table at once. The
black man felt four sets of eyes on him and turned to see
who was looking at him. Rather than being ashamed, the
girls kept staring.
"He is cute," Melinda, the last of the four
said while they all continued to stare. "I would
definitely not kick him out of my bed."
"What would Chris say," Karen said in mock
horror. Chris was Melinda's husband and a prosecutor in
the district attorney's office. Several times when he had
been drinking, he had made very unkind remarks about
minorities, especially black men.
"I'm his wife, not his slave, and I definitely don't
agree with or condone everything Chris thinks,"
Melinda said. That's his issue and I think he gets like
that because of the type of people he is around. Because
that black man is definitely not dangerous."
After a pause Melinda added, "Unless I'm sitting on
his lap."
"Melinda," Trish squealed in shock. "I can't
believe you just said that."
The black man stared at them, trying to figure out what
the girls were talking and laughing about. After a while,
he raised his glass to them, smiled, and turned around to
continue talking with his friends, all of whom were white.
As he did, the girls lost interest in the conversation
and found other topics to amuse themselves. All of them,
however, peeked over every once in a while to steal
glimpses of the black man.
Twenty minutes later, the girls watched as the well-built
black man began walking towards their table. The
conversation stopped and all of them just stared at each
other, wondering what to do.
"Excuse me," the black man said. For a moment,
none of the looked up. Then, taking their lead from
Allison, all of them turned towards him at once.
"Good evening," he said when he had their
attention. "You can think of me as an ambassador. My
friends and I have run out of things to talk to each
other about and wondered if we might combine our two
parties to stimulate some conversation."
"Sure, come on over," Karen said. "That is
as long as you guys are buying the drinks."
"Of course," he said.
"Chivalry, it appears is not dead," Karen said,
"and has appeared in the form of
what did you
say your name was?"
"Ben. My name is Ben," the man said. "By
chance, do any of you girls like to dance?"
"Of course," Allison said. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I'd like to ask you to dance," Ben
said, staring directly into Allison's eyes. There was no
mistaking the instant heat that seemed to develop between
them.
"But no one else is dancing," Allison said,
pointing to the empty dance floor.
"Even better," Ben said. "I never liked
crowds. Shall we," he asked holding out her hand.
For a second, they were all back in high school and there
were several oohs and ahs as Allison stood up and took
Ben's hand. "Are you a good dancer," Allison
asked.
"Excellent," Ben said.
--
True to his word, Ben was a very good dancer and a
complete gentleman. They had danced several dances,
including slow ones and he had never used the opportunity
to try to grope her. However, Allison admitted to herself
that even his nonsexual touching was having an effect on
her. He had very little body hair and Allison found
herself rubbing her fingers along his forearms,
captivated by the feel of the smooth skin pulled over
tight muscles and the rich brown black color.
Even more arousing were his eyes and his voice. The dark
skin surrounding his eyes focused her attention and the
intelligence and confidence within entranced her. In all
honesty, she had never been with a more charismatic man
in her life, including her husband, Randi. While she
loved Randi, her love had taken years to blossom as she
discovered him slowly.
Ben, on the other hand, was a presence that revealed
everything about him in an overpowering assault from the
moment he arrived in a room. His every word and
expression only reinforced this impression.
"Our friends seem to be getting along well,"
Ben said, interrupting Allison's daydreaming.
Allison peered over to the table where her girlfriends
were chatting with Ben's four male friends. Then she
looked around, becoming self-conscious again that they
were the only one's dancing. "Doesn't it bother you
that people are staring at us," she asked.
"No," he said. "The ones staring are
wishing they were dancing, as well. Besides, I don't mind
people watching me. Or was I supposed to be embarrassed
when you and your friends were staring at me?"
Allison blushed. "Are you always this direct,"
she asked.
"Of course," he said. "It saves a lot of
time and frustration. I was attracted to you. You were
attracted to me. I asked you to dance."
"I'm married," she blurted out.
"And I asked you to dance," Ben said. "There
is nothing wrong in that. Anything beyond that will, like
this dance, be based on mutual agreement without any
embarrassment on my part."
Allison's already reddened face darkened three shades as
she realized that his last statement had been an open
invitation to have sex with him, although couched in a
way that allowed her to ignore it if she chose.
"I think we better head back to the table,"
Allison said finally.
"Of course," Ben said, using his arm on her
back to maneuver her back to the table. She did not find
his direction or the feel of his hand on the small of her
back to be unpleasant and was, in fact, a little
disappointed that it didn't take a little longer to
return to the table. --
Two hours since they had danced. Since then, Ben had
continued to be a perfect gentleman. She had waited for
him to make an advance on her but he hadn't. In fact, he
had spent the time engaging not only her but her friends
in conversation. She found it amazing that he could
proposition her and then just leave the proposition
hanging.
Of course, she should say no and would have if he had
asked. However, she kept thinking about it while she
waited for him to ask. He was almost intoxicating to be
around and she was more attracted to him than any person
she had ever met. And, she knew, she could be with him
without Randi ever finding out. Her friends would give
her some grief, of course, but she knew they would also
secretly a part of them would be cheering her on.
In fact, the only thing stopping her was her. And, as the
minutes passed, she was losing ground to her attraction,
she realized.
"Ben," Allison said, interrupting his
conversation with Trish.
"Yes," he said.
"Remember what you said earlier about things going
beyond that," she asked, begging him to make this
easy.
"Yes," he said.
Damn, she thought. "Well, I might be interested in
that," she said.
He looked at her for a long moment. Then, he lowered his
head and spoke quietly into her ear, "I have a room
about a block from here and I would truly enjoy taking
you there and making love to you. However, the choice is
yours and I am not going to be with someone who tries to
back their way into my bed."
He pulled back his head and stared at her.
"Karen," Allison said, grabbing her friend's
attention but still looking directly at Ben.
"Yes," Karen said.
"Ben and I are going on a walk," Allison said,
not breaking contact with Ben's eyes. "I am sure he
can drop me back at the house, okay?"
"Okay," Karen said, not daring to make a crude
remark, once she saw the exchange going on between
Allison and Ben. Besides, Karen was too busy fantasizing
that it was her that Ben would be with, rather than
Allison.
--
They walked in silence to the hotel room, never speaking
and only infrequently making eye contact. Allison still
had difficulty believing what she was about to do. Still,
her only doubt came when they passed the concierge desk
and she saw the expression on one of the bellhops. His
expression said that he knew exactly what was going on
and Allison felt incredibly embarrassed and guilty for a
moment. The moment passed long before they reached the
door.
Ben opened the door and she walked in ahead of her. He
moved in behind her and wrapped his hand around her
midsection, stopping her from moving farther into the
room. His other hand moved the hair away from the back of
her neck and then his lips were kissing the back of her
neck.
She trembled from the touch and grabbed the hand holding
her. She sighed quietly and began rubbing her body
against his. Then, she pushed his hand down between her
legs, rubbing herself with his hand until he found the
rhythm. As soon as he began playing with her unassisted,
she moved her hand between them to feel him.
She shuddered when she felt how large he was and how hard
he already was. Using only the palm of her hand, she
rubbed hard against the length of his penis, reveling in
these first moments of intimacy that can never be
repeated.
"I want you in my mouth," she said as she
turned her head to kiss him. His tongue invaded her mouth
as she experienced his unique taste. Firsts were always
exciting; the first kiss, the first touch. The newness of
them, the mystery was almost intoxicating.
She slid down his body, turning as she did until she was
on her knees in front of her. She fumbled with his belt
and pulled his pants down around his ankles. As she
pulled his briefs down, his penis sprung out, brushing
against her hand. She wrapped her hand around it and
began licking the tip, surprised its girth. Randi's penis
was long and thin and she could put it in her mouth
without having to open her mouth much. Conversely, she
found herself licking around the tip of Ben's shaft
wondering if she even could get his penis in her mouth
comfortably.
Her hands moved to his balls and she began playing with
them, using her nails to playfully scratch along them and
make them swing slightly as she did. The suppressed
groans above her told her that she was having the desired
effect and aroused her to attempt inserting his penis in
her mouth. She tried to pull her jaw open but her teeth
still touched him as he entered her mouth.
She realized that she couldn't comfortably move her head
back and forth, although she could take him in.
Unfortunately, she had never been able to deep throat a
man and she wasn't sure she could stimulate him. She
withdrew quickly, realizing what she wanted.
"Fuck my mouth," she said, and then put his
cock back into her mouth.
Ben's hand moved behind her head and slowly began pulling
her head towards her, pushing his cock into her mouth.
Slowly, he began to pick up the tempo with Allison
fearful that he would choke her if he pushed too far.
Still, her entire concentration was focused on the act
and she lost herself in his increasingly urgent thrusts
into her. His hands turned into fists, pulling on her
hair in a way that excited her. And then, she felt his
balls tightening, knowing he was moments from coming.
He began to withdraw but she placed her hands on his
buttocks and pulled him farther into her mouth. In a few
moments, he began coming in her mouth. He tasted
different and she enjoyed the moment as he continued
coming. Then, his hand relaxed and he held her head
tenderly in his hands.
She wondered what to do now. Thankfully, Ben interceded,
pulling her up to her feet. As he did, he grabbed the hem
of her dress and pulled it over her head in one fluid
motion, revealing her body clad only in panties and a bra.
The power and grace of this excited her tremendously.
He grabbed her in his arms and carried her to the bed,
laying her down on the corner. Then, she felt as he moved
down her body, his stubbly cheek sliding against her skin
until he had repositioned himself between her legs.
Slowly, she felt his finger began tracing the outline of
her lips through her panties. She realized as he did how
wet she was. Eventually, he used his free hand to pull
them out to the way and lowered his tongue to her. Rather
than using the tip, he began to use the flat edge to move
up and down above her clit. It was neither delicate nor
rough and it drove her wild. She could feel the wetness
of his breath on her and the increasing tempo of his
tongue as he began slowly increasing stimulation.
After a few moments, he had exposed her clit and was
swirling around it, sucking it and alternating speeds
driving her closer to orgasm. She lost herself and lost
track of time as she fought to hold back her orgasm and
hold on to this glorious feeling. Finally, she could take
it no more and came, grabbing his head and pulling him
into her while pinning his head when she pulled her legs
together.
Exhausted and satisfied, she withdrew within herself to
simply enjoy the moment of total happiness. It was then
the she realized that Ben was moving positions. She
quickly realized that he was going to attempt intercourse
and she moved to stop him.
Normally, she came once and wasn't able to become aroused
again. However, she found herself stirring as Ben loomed
above her, running his hand along her stomach and chest.
His hand then slipped under her bra and began playing
with her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipple.
She let out a small sigh as he did.
He lowered his head and they began kissing as he
continued playing with her breast. Slowly, he lowered his
body until his penis began touching between her legs. The
feel of it, the heat, excited her and she found herself
quickly becoming aroused. She moved her hands to it and
began stroking it. In a few moments, she began pulling
his penis into her and soon the tip had entered her.
She knew that it would hurt since she was not used to the
width but she didn't care. She reached around and pulled
him into her, almost rejoicing in the painful entrance.
She screamed with the sound mixing the agony and ecstasy
of the moment as Ben began to pound into her. She
continued screaming, intermixing her cries with
remonstrations to Ben to keep going or to give it to her
harder.
She raked her fingernails into his back and buttocks,
exploding inside with orgasms. Still, he continued his
pace, driving her to exhaustion. Finally, she sensed him
preparing to come and pulled his head down to kiss him,
thrusting her tongue into her mouth as he came inside her.
--
Neither of them moved for a while. Ben was lying on top
of her and both were too exhausted to move. For the first
five minutes, Allison had existed beyond reality,
enjoying only the memory of the pleasurable moments she
had just had. Then, she began to think logically again
and decided that she needed to leave.
"Are you ready to go," she heard Ben say,
startled by the sudden break in the silence.
"What do you mean," she said. "Do you want
me to go?"
"No," Ben said, "but you want to. It's
okay. I understand and I agree with you that it's a good
thing if you get back to your friends now."
"You're amazing," Allison said. "But I
love my husband."
"And I am not in the market for a wife," Ben
said. "However, I think both of us found what we
wanted."
Ben stood up and Allison began to blush as both of them
started to dress.
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