| Author: | Nikita Storm | ISBN: | 9781386762133 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm | Publication: | June 11, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nikita Storm |
| ISBN: | 9781386762133 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm |
| Publication: | June 11, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
It all started innocently enough: the black couple in the apartment next to mine invited me over for a nice meal. Sounds good. The walls were paper thin and I could hear them arguing every night. I don't really know what about, but I have to admit that it started bothering me. After dinner, the husband took me aside and it all became crystal clear.
He explained that according to Latisha, he just wasn't cutting it in bed and that she wanted a 'real' man to service her needs. What he didn't know was that she was fertile and I was going to take her hard and without protection…while he watched.
Excerpt:
It all started innocently enough: the black couple in the apartment next to mine invited me over for a nice meal. Sounds good. The walls were paper thin and I could hear them arguing every night. I don't really know about what, but I have to admit that it started bothering me.
When I pressed them as to why they were doing this, they just said that since neither of them had family in the area, they thought they'd get to know their neighbors a bit better. Other than me, the only neighbor in the immediate vicinity was an old, grizzled trucker who spent ninety percent of his time living out of cab. That left me.
When I arrived that evening and stepped into their cozy apartment, I was nearly bowled over by the intoxicating aroma of freshly-baked bread and pasta. My stomach growled in anticipation.
We made small talk while Latisha finished preparing dinner. She was wearing a stunning red dress that hugged every curve of her body.
Her husband Marc and I discussed the state of affairs of the nation, our top picks in the NFL playoffs and a plethora of other subjects. By the time dinner had arrived, we were each on our second beer.
No sooner than the food was put on the table, then we both dug in. Throughout dinner, I watched the two of them interact. Latisha was a very attractive, young black woman. She had shoulder length black hair, brown eyes and a very pretty smile. Although I had never been with a black woman, there was just something about her that struck me and my cock twitched at the sight of her.
Every time she served us, she bent over, allowing a small peek of her ample breasts down her revealing blouse. I doubted that it was intentional, but it was extremely arousing.
One thing that I noticed was that neither of them looked or talked to each other. When I held a conversation with one, the other would speak to me, but not to the spouse. This told me that there was a lot more going on here than I knew about.
About halfway through the dinner, once we'd had a beer or two in us, Marc pulled me aside and asked if he could talk to me in private. I agreed, figuring that this was the real reason that they had brought me over.
Obviously, there was something going on in their relationship and they wanted me to help them out in some way. I didn't know what I could do, but I figured that if I could help them at all, maybe it would be worth it.
He led me to their bedroom and closed and locked the door. This must be serious.
"What's up?"
He looked at me for a moment, probably trying to decide if he could really trust me and then sighed.
"It's Latisha and I," he admitted, his large, muscular shoulders sagging under the weight of his marital problems.
I nodded in understanding. "What seems to be the problem?" I felt like the odd man out. Here I was, a nice upstanding white man and this black couple wanted me to help them with their relationship. What could I possibly offer that they couldn't get from somewhere else? I guess I would find out a few minutes.
It all started innocently enough: the black couple in the apartment next to mine invited me over for a nice meal. Sounds good. The walls were paper thin and I could hear them arguing every night. I don't really know what about, but I have to admit that it started bothering me. After dinner, the husband took me aside and it all became crystal clear.
He explained that according to Latisha, he just wasn't cutting it in bed and that she wanted a 'real' man to service her needs. What he didn't know was that she was fertile and I was going to take her hard and without protection…while he watched.
Excerpt:
It all started innocently enough: the black couple in the apartment next to mine invited me over for a nice meal. Sounds good. The walls were paper thin and I could hear them arguing every night. I don't really know about what, but I have to admit that it started bothering me.
When I pressed them as to why they were doing this, they just said that since neither of them had family in the area, they thought they'd get to know their neighbors a bit better. Other than me, the only neighbor in the immediate vicinity was an old, grizzled trucker who spent ninety percent of his time living out of cab. That left me.
When I arrived that evening and stepped into their cozy apartment, I was nearly bowled over by the intoxicating aroma of freshly-baked bread and pasta. My stomach growled in anticipation.
We made small talk while Latisha finished preparing dinner. She was wearing a stunning red dress that hugged every curve of her body.
Her husband Marc and I discussed the state of affairs of the nation, our top picks in the NFL playoffs and a plethora of other subjects. By the time dinner had arrived, we were each on our second beer.
No sooner than the food was put on the table, then we both dug in. Throughout dinner, I watched the two of them interact. Latisha was a very attractive, young black woman. She had shoulder length black hair, brown eyes and a very pretty smile. Although I had never been with a black woman, there was just something about her that struck me and my cock twitched at the sight of her.
Every time she served us, she bent over, allowing a small peek of her ample breasts down her revealing blouse. I doubted that it was intentional, but it was extremely arousing.
One thing that I noticed was that neither of them looked or talked to each other. When I held a conversation with one, the other would speak to me, but not to the spouse. This told me that there was a lot more going on here than I knew about.
About halfway through the dinner, once we'd had a beer or two in us, Marc pulled me aside and asked if he could talk to me in private. I agreed, figuring that this was the real reason that they had brought me over.
Obviously, there was something going on in their relationship and they wanted me to help them out in some way. I didn't know what I could do, but I figured that if I could help them at all, maybe it would be worth it.
He led me to their bedroom and closed and locked the door. This must be serious.
"What's up?"
He looked at me for a moment, probably trying to decide if he could really trust me and then sighed.
"It's Latisha and I," he admitted, his large, muscular shoulders sagging under the weight of his marital problems.
I nodded in understanding. "What seems to be the problem?" I felt like the odd man out. Here I was, a nice upstanding white man and this black couple wanted me to help them with their relationship. What could I possibly offer that they couldn't get from somewhere else? I guess I would find out a few minutes.
