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"Are all white guys like this?" She pulled on the hair again.
"Most are. Some shave it off." I ran my fingertip around her nipple. "Are all black women like this?" I asked, looking at the midnight black skin.
"Like what?" she asked.
"This dark," I answered.
"Yeah! White women aren't?" she asked, her long fingernails slowly followed the trail of hair down my stomach.
"No. They go from a pale pink to a dark brown, but I've never met a white woman with them this dark." I delighted in giving her nipple a soft pinch between my fingers.
"Do you like? My nipples? Do you like them?" she asked.
"I'll know better after I've had a taste," I told her grinning, but made no move to do so. I was distracted as her fingers close around my cock, her fingers soft but the grip of them hard at the same time. She slowly started to slide her hand up and down the length of me.
"Damn baby you're hard! You know most black guys would be between my legs already if they were this hard." She ran a finger through the leaking pre-cum.
"I've worked around black men my whole life, on construction sites." Looking at her face I smiled, and then shrugged. "A lot of them don't take the time to do something right. They just rush from project to project trying to finish as quickly as they can and get gone."
She chuckled, and then tried to look all serious.
"That's a hell of a racist thing to say to me," she said, pulling all the harder on my cock.
"Truth isn't racist; it's just the truth as I've seen it." I suppressed a moan as she tightened her fingers to painful levels. "You will also note I said a lot of them, not all of them."
She looked at me for a second then her grin came back.
"Yeah, a lot of them are like that in bed too. Oh, you'll meet the exception now and then, but most just want to cum and go." She gave a hard, sudden tug on me, making me groan. "The faster they can empty their nuts the better they like it."
She stroked me harder. I closed my eyes and moaned deep in my throat as she worked me with a fierce rhythm.
"You've got a nice cock," she told me, when I open my eyes. I watched her looking at my cock and her hand, which was just a blur she's working me so fast.
"Well, thank...you," I panted a little. "But I didn't have a lot of choice in it, its original equipment." Leaning in, I whispered next to her ear. "I have a question, now."
She shivered. Then purred.
"Ask away." I ran a finger lightly across where her tattoo was showing.
"Are you dark or milk chocolate?" I asked, with a grin.
She cackled a laugh, and then she shook her head and grinned at me.
"Honey I'm every kind of chocolate there is. It just depends on where you want to taste." She gently raked her long nails under my balls, catching in the wrinkles of skin.
"What about down here?" I slide a finger through the short, thick curls and across her neither lips. They are already slick-wet under my touch.
"Ooh...well, that's baker's chocolate." Again she laughed that cackle laugh, and then shook her head. "You know the kind no one ever eats, but my thighs..." She spreads her legs wider and ran a hand down her inner thigh. She then gave the soft flesh a little pat. "Now they're peanut butter."
I sat up and looked down at her face. "Peanut butter?"
"Uh, huh." She gave her ass a wiggle on the sheets. "Smooth brown and easy to spread!"
Laughing, I leaned into her and kissed her softly. Her lips were full and soft against mine. After several minutes my lips left hers and went to those so very dark nipples. They harden quickly as I suck on them. "Oh yeah, baby. Um hum. Yeah," she mumbled.
Leaving her nipple, after several minutes of soft suckling, I slide lower down her belly, kissing my way towards her dark, tight curls.
"Honey where you going?" she asked looking down at me.
"I always loved the taste of baker's chocolate." I circled her belly button with my tongue and blow gently on the wet skin, she shivered. I teased her diamond navel-piercing with my teeth, and then kissed lower.
"You sure you want to do that, hun?" She brushed her long nails through my hair. "I aren't no little, blonde, white girl with a pussy smelling like sugar cookies."
I lifted my eyes up from her shiny wet sex and met her gaze. "Well, if I don't like what I smell...I won't lick." I plant a kiss in her dark-wooly curls and then I run my tongue across the puffy lips. "If I don't like what I lick...I won't suck." I took her labia between my lips and sucked at the folds of wet skin, savoring the sweet juices that flooded my mouth. Tired of teasing, I pushed my tongue inside her and lapped at the thicker juices I found inside.
"Oh yeah...Oh damn, that feels good. Oh, hell yeah. You like what you're doing. I can tell." She clutched at my head, trying to drive my face lower onto her.
I found her clit; it was hard and sticking out from it hood. I suck on it, licking in slow circles around the base. Then I was running long licks down the length of her, I buried my face into her pussy each time, driving my tongue as deep as it would go. I tasted a dark bitter taste, that ironical enough does remind me of baker's chocolate. I felt her fingers curl in my hair; her hand holding my head in place. I listened, with half my attention, to the sounds she was making to try to judge what she's enjoying the most. After several minutes I learned her body and what she liked. Then, I focused on showing her how to like other things as well.
Her hips wiggled under me, her ass sliding on the satin sheets.
"Oh yeah, eat that pussy white boy. Oh, damn!" She started to shake and a low moan began to build behind her teeth like a train whistle. I clutched hard at her thighs and struggled to stay in place as she shuddered and screamed. Her hands clawed at my head and neck, her fingers pulled on my hair.
Still I didn't relent. If anything I licked and sucked all the harder. I was still so very hungry for...chocolate.
Finally, after what I could tell was maybe three strong orgasms, she collapsed and just panted hard, no matter what I did, so I planted one last soft kiss on her outer lips and sat up. Leaning over to the nightstand, I pick up the hand towel I laid there earlier and wiped my dripping mouth and chin. Then I wiped at her. Her eyes opened slowly as I cleaned her up a little.
They come to focus on my face and I smiled at her.
A cat ate the canary grin.
Unable to help herself my wife dissolved into laughter. "Oh, damn you! You made me laugh."
I dropped the rag back on the nightstand as I lay down next to her. She snuggled into me a little, her body still jerking in little, post-orgasmic shakes.
"You get a hell of a thrill out of that don't you?" I asked my wife, smiling.
She shrugged, making her breast jiggle. The dark nipples attracted my attention and I planted light appreciative kisses on them.
"The Big-ol-Black-Girl with her first white boy?" She giggled and her voice dropped into her normal accent. "Yeah, I guess I do. Takes me back to the first time we were together."
"I remember." I told her as my lips softly played with her nipple. I looked up into her eyes. The blue contacts made her eyes stand out startlingly against her dark skin. "I think I do anyway."
"You better remember!" She gave me a light playful slap. "I know I'll never forget that night."
I grinned at her. "Well you did get to cum about twelve times that night to my two... I think it was. That would help the memory."
"Oh," She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, a smile making her ten time s as beautiful. "So if I get you to cum twelve times in one night...you'll remember it?"
"Of course I would. A night at the ER getting my cock put in a cast would always be memorable," I joked as I rolled back to my side of the bed. She moved with me.
Giggling, she placed kisses against my chest. Then, when I rolled further over onto my back, she got up astride me, her thighs warm on either side of my hips. I felt myself slide into her in a wonderfully long, tight, embrace of my body by hers.
She sat up
and gave her ass a few little shimmy shakes that settled me to the hilt. With me thus buried she leaned down and began to place soft kisses on my lips, chin and throat.
My hands came to rest on her hips, the fingers sinking into the soft dark skin.
"Has it been worth it?" she asked as she slowly moved on top of me. "Worth all the bad looks? Worth all those not-quite whispers?"
"Worth every moment. I've loved you ever since the first time I saw you. You were so beautiful." I softly caress her hips.
"You weren't in love with me then. You just wanted a piece of my black ass." She grinned at me. "I'm glad I decided to give you one."
"More than one if I remember that night right," I said with an answering grin.
"What do you mean I was beautiful?" she asked suddenly, her faked accent going back to the ghetto/hood.
I smiled up at her.
"You know I think you're beautiful. Far more beautiful now than when I first saw you," I told her chuckling.
"My lips--are they not too big?" she asked me, teasingly touching her bottom lip with a finger.
I chuckled; she knows I love her large plump lips. They always have looked ready to be kissed. Sitting up, I caught the back of her neck and pulled her down into a sudden kiss. After a moment I answer her, but my mouth hardly left hers.
"Your lips aren't big...they're luscious." I kissed her softy, and then harder. "I love your other lips as well. They are so very sweet and juicy."
She leaned back making me rub harder against the inside of her; I lay back flat and watched my wife ride my cock. She lifted one of her big breasts. I watch her finger the dark nipple.
"Sure you wouldn't want these to be pink? Little pink cones, for you to nibble on?" She pinched herself hard. "Wouldn't you like that?"
I moaned as she licked her own nipple.
"No! No I want them dark, like French roast coffee, or maybe..." I sat back up and sucked her other nipple into my mouth for a second. "Or maybe, some very dark chocolate."
She grinned at my use of her nickname.
"You like chocolate huh?"
I nodded. For several minutes I just lay there looking up at her, watching her work herself on my cock. I loved the feeling of myself being driven into her harder and harder.
She opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her lips parted as she panted for air.
"What about my hair? Do you like my braids? Hum? Don't you wish my hair was blond? Wouldn't you like me to be a cute little, blue-eyed, blond?"
I grinned at her. This was a game we've played since the first days of our marriage. Running my hand up her smooth back, I felt the small glass and wood beads, in her braids, brush across my fingers. I caught her hair and pulled her back I sat myself up again. I turned us onto her back and started to thrust down into her.
"What about me?" I asked as I pumped. "Wouldn't you like me to be a black man? Skin the color of dark wood, with a cock just as hard?"
She whimpered under my pounding, and then gave her head a shake.
"Oh hell no. I like me my white boy!" She wiggles her hips under me giving us both a ton of pleasure. "When I get to screaming and yelling soon--oh, yeah right there--and the cops show up--oh, damn right there--having me a white boy to talk to them makes things go easier."
Sex totally forgotten, I collapsed onto my wife and together we both nearly rolled out the bed just laughing.
The End.
Aruna Shields Gets Smart
"Stop!"
The car came to a quick halt.
On the right hand side lot, in a warehouse district, a girl was running through a small alley, with 2 shady looking characters chasing her. She was wearing a black dress that did not quite reach her knees. The contrast of the black dress with her lovely fair skin was quite charming. It was low-cut enough to show that she had some nice breasts. As she ran, her breasts jiggled without a bra, presenting a very tempting sight.
She turned around a corner and came to a table which was very out of place in an alley. On the table was a glass of water and some tablets in a packet. She took out a tablet and swallowed it with the water. Then she relaxed with her back to the wall, and took a deep breath.
"Cut!"
I was just arriving for work in my studios and as usual watching the work going on, on either side of the road, on the lots that other filmmakers rent from my studios. That is when I noticed this girl, obviously working in an ad film. I got out to watch the scene, but mostly just checking the girl out.
"Tell her to come and talk to me."
"Yes, sir."
Preity stayed back while I got back in the car and told the driver to continue to my own offices.
An hour later, I was talking to my staff, most of them my slut actresses, when this girl walks in the door and stands in front of my desk.
She had changed into a maroon dress. This one was strapless and was tied so that the top half of her breasts was visible, her nipples barely covered by the satin fabric. Yes, they were quite clearly poking through the thin fabric of the dress because the dress was so tight and her nipples were hard, maybe from the anticipation of what it could mean to be summoned by me.
The dress was a little looser where it hung around her hips, giving her freedom to walk easily. It ended merely an inch below her ass, and her long legs were deliciously naked. Her feet enclosed in pointy-toed, 7" stilettos, making her look absolutely ravishing!
I beckoned her to me.
She walked around my desk and came close to me. I simply took her hand and pulled her up on my chair. She moved easily and gracefully, offering no resistance. She put one knee on either side of my thighs and straddled me with her legs open wide.
She put her hands on my shoulders and looked down in my eyes. I could see that was waiting for the next command and was prepared to obey any command from my mouth or my hands.
In her current pose, her dress was pulled tight around her hips. It had hiked up and revealed not only her milky thighs but also the fact that she had not covered her smooth, clean-shaven pussy with any kind of panties. So, she knew about me and my preferences.
She was on my lap, in a perfect position for me to play with her any way I wanted. Her body, both back and front, was available for me to explore. I knew that all I had to do was to unzip my pants and push my cock up in her pussy. And the only sound that would come out of her mouth would be a moan!
And she was aware of it. And ready for it!
I ran my hands slowly down her back, to her pert little ass which was almost fully bare in her current pose.
With my left hand I reached up, gripped her long, lustrous hair that was dangling loose around her shoulders, and pulled her closer until her sweet, gorgeous face was just 2 inches from my face.
"You realize, you are a new piece of ass in my studios?" I looked into her eyes.
She looked down and seemed to blush, then look up again in my eyes and said, "Yes, sir!
My right hand was under her dress now, rubbing her smooth, firm ass, feeling her up, like she was a work of art and also a piece of ass.
"So tell me about you, girl." I ordered softly.
"Sir, my name is Aruna Shields", she started, "I was born in London, my mother was Indian, my father was English."
I squeezes her ass cheek, "So you have your mother's looks."
She nodded. Her face was predominantly Indian but with lovely clean features giving it a classy look.
I let my hand move around her waist, and come to her front to caress her smooth, bare thighs while she carried on.
"Mmmm. I moved here 3 years ago for a film offer. I did total 3 films here. But none of them did very good business."
"Well, what do you expect when you star against someone so amazing as Vivek Oberoi?" I commented.
She grinned ruefully and nodded, "Yes, sir, I understand that now. But I was new to Bollywood then."
Yes, I had looked at her file since then.
I kept my fingers caressing between her legs, right next t
o her pussy, rubbing slowly on her inner thighs without touching her pussy mound at all. It made her squirm on my lap, and I could feel the heat from her pussy on my knuckles.
"And what are you doing now?" I asked, carrying on the conversation easily even as I played with her amazing hot body.
"Mmmmm....essentially now I am struggling, sir." She said frankly, "I get some ad films and some runway work from time to time but no film offers. I mean, none that are any good."
I put both my hands on her thighs and rubbed slowly upwards. She moaned and squirmed.
I look into her eyes again, "And what's your plan now?"
She smiled, "Now my plan is to thank the God that your eyes fell on me and surrender myself to your plan."
I smiled at her smartness.
Looking at her lovely, red lips I debated whether to kiss her or to push my cock through those luscious, plump lips.
"Unzip me." I told her. She obeyed instantly, pulling down my zipper. Then she paused and looked at me. I nodded. She reached inside my pants and pulled out my cock which was already hard as steel.
"Oh god!" she gasped as she saw the meaty, hard monster pointing at her pussy.
I grabbed her bare ass cheeks in my strong fingers and pulled her forward. She lifted her head as my cockhead touches her wet, hot pussy hole. Pushing her ass from behind I brought her closer and closer until my fat, hard cock was lodged in her tight, wet cunt like a massive missile!
She bit her lip and tried to keep her tears inside as my really thick cock was penetrating her. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she tried to keep from screaming. Deep, helpless moans escaped her lips as the throbbing monster made its way slowly but relentlessly deeper up into her tight pussy.
Finally, she was fully impaled on my hard, hungry beast and her thighs pressed tightly against my body.