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Black Sex Goddess
Interracial Urban Erotica
Asia Marquis
Her skin is like obsidian, black with a golden shine while under dim lights. Her eyes are dark brown and hold ancient mystery within them, her hair short and slicked back to make her face more prominent.
High forehead, high cheekbones, broad nose and pouty lips stuck in a Mona Lisa smile. Her red dress clings to her breasts and hips, showing off all of her curves but hiding enough to entice Adam with her intrigue.
Adam is the exact opposite of her. Green eyes and dirty blonde hair, his Irish ancestry showing through his skin with freckles dotting his nose. He wears only plain jeans and a black t-shirt. The same as almost every day, a truly typical man.
Not ugly, not by a long shot. Gorgeous, but normal. His arms are sore from weights, his ass well sculpted from heavy squats.
Still, compared to that dark goddess that his eyes linger on, Adam looks positively human, average in every way. Ordinary. Still, something inside of him urges him forward, forcing him to go say hello to her and offer to buy her a drink.
Across the room, Oya watches Adam from the corner of her eye. She thoroughly considers him, watching the way his body gracefully moves as he chats with his friends at the bar. She came here tonight specifically to get laid, because life is tough and she is stressed. Some sex is exactly what she needs right now, and that man who keeps staring at her is the best looking man here.
She puts her glass to her lips, sipping on her Bloody Mary as she waits for him to come introduce himself. She practically wills him, pretending to be psychic. Come to me, she thinks, trying to direct her thoughts into his brain. Still, she is not a psychic and she'll have to be more direct than that.
She stands up, pushing down the skirt of her dress so that it covers more of her silky black legs. Her shoes match the red in her dress, and when the shadows are just right she looks like a flame as she moves toward Adam.
Oh god, she's coming over here. Adam gulps down some more of his vodka, trying to look cool. He doesn't succeed. The drink goes down wrong, and he's left a sputtering mess, coughing and clutching at his chest. Still, Oya does not falter. A little awkwardness can be fun.
Once she's close enough, Oya lightly touches his hand and pulls it toward her. No words. None are needed. She pulls him to the crowded dance floor, her body feeling the beat of the remixed hip hop song the DJ is playing. Once she finds a place where she feels comfortable, she turns around and finds the man looking a bit scared. Maybe he can't dance. That's okay.
She pulls him into her, pressing her chest against his as she wraps her arms around his neck. She pulls the tall man down so she can speak into his ear.
“My name is Oya,” she says. Her voice is like silk, deep but still feminine. The sound sends a shiver down Adam's spine and gives him a twinge in his stomach. Butterflies.
Nervously, he presses his lips close to her ear and replies, “I'm Adam.”
Oya's hand falls to his back now, as she leads him in dancing. Her body never leaves his. The feeling of her breasts against his body makes the man blush, but he tries to follow her cues. His body moves awkwardly against hers, his hands falling to her hips. She turns around, pressing her ass against his crotch now. She shakes it, her quivering globes massaging his cock through his jeans.
He grunts and accidentally humps into her, pushing her forward. Oya nearly falls to the ground, but catches herself before she does. A flash of anger, but when she sees the look of remorse on his face she calms down. Maybe dancing isn't the best idea.
“Why don't you buy me some chardonnay and meet me at my booth in the back,” she says, pulling him in close again. He smells like spice and alcohol, his aftershave tickling her sensitive nose.
He nods and pulls back, leaving her to saunter to her booth. Adam watches her, her ass rising and falling with each step. Her thighs are thick, her high heels changing her posture so that every curve is more pronounced.
Adam's cock is struggling against his pants now, but he turns away from the sight of divine beauty and goes to the bar. His friends high five him as he orders two glasses of chardonnay before telling them they can leave without him. They just laugh, making him blush even harder.
Oya can see the red in his face from her seat. She can't help but smile. He's unsure of himself, which is cute for a one night stand. Maybe even a second date, if things go well.
As he approaches her, she scoots over. Adam watches her dark eyes, a sexy look of sleepiness in them and her smile. She takes her glass and sips it, watching his every move.
“What do you do, Adam?”
He fidgets with his glass. If he doesn't stop that, it's going to tip over. Oya grabs his hand, the touch forcing him to look into her deep black eyes.
“Ah- um, I'm a software developer.”
She leans back, seeming to drink in that information. She looks to the ceiling before nodding. “I see. So you work nearby?”
Adam: “Just down the road.”
Oya: “And do you enjoy your work?”
Adam: “It can be boring, but I make good money and every Friday I have the day to work on my own projects. So I mean, they treat me well.”
Oya nods again. He has fulfilling work, that's good. This is increasing his chances for a second date.
“What do you do?” He asks, his voice still nervous. He must have been one of those boys in high school who didn't get many dates. Not because of his looks, of course. He's very handsome. He probably enjoys science fiction a bit too much, or maybe his action figures sitting on his desk.
“I do research and development for ICM,” I reply. “I studied engineering in high school, and after I got my Phd, I was offered that job right away. So it seems we both work with computers.”
Adam eyes widened. Not only is Oya drop dead gorgeous, but she's also smart. His palms start to sweat, but for some reason knowing she cares about computers makes her more approachable.
This line of thought leads him to wonder why he's sitting here. This woman doesn't need to deal with his boyish awkwardness. He clears his throat and drinks more.
“I'm going to ask you back to my house once we finish our drinks,” she says. She knows what she's doing. Adam nods and gulps, his eyes falling her her ample chest. God, she's hot. Oya's waist is thin, but her thighs, ass and breasts are round and full. Her lips are, too, and they're slick with a clear lip gloss.
Oya puts those lips to her glass and drinks the rest of the chardonnay. “Finish,” she commands quietly, a smile on her mouth. He does as he's told, gulping the drink down and setting down the glass. “Good. Follow me.”
She stands up, taking the man's pale hand and leading him through a sea of people that seems to part for her. She's just a normal woman, but the world seems to bend to her will. A few men glance from Oya's divine beauty, to Adam, and frown with a jealousy that makes Adam's face red and warm.
I've never been with such a strong woman, he muses, his eyes checking out the stars above them as Oya leads him outside. What if she thinks my inexperience is annoying?
“Uh...” Ad
am starts, pulling his hand out of the woman's grasp. “I should warn you that I'm not very...”
“It's fine. I'll show you.”
The way she reads his mind, the fierceness behind her eyes, everything about this woman draws Adam in while also scaring him. Terrifying him, really. But still, he follows her to a black car, its paint shiny, the wheels clean. It must have been expensive.
“Get in,” she says, walking to the left side of the car. Gracefully, she slides into the driver's seat and inserts the key into the ignition. The symbolism of her movements makes Adam twitch.
The drive isn't a long one. Within five minutes, they're pulling into the driveway of a large house. In the black of the night, it's hard to make out the details, but it is a beautiful building. Rose bushes line the walk to the porch.
Oya checks the empty mailbox before she pushes open the door. Two glowing eyes watch the couple enter from the stairs.
“Loki, go outside.”
The cat watches Adam as it follows Oya's order, slowly walking between them, leaning towards its owner as it passes by. Once the feline is outside, Oya shuts the door and clicks on a lamp.
“Welcome to my house,” she says. Taking his hand again, she leads him up the stairs. A few steps up, she slips off both shoes, nudging them to the side so no one trips over them. Once on the second floor, Oya turns to him, slowly unzipping her dress. She's flexible enough to do it all herself.
The fabric falls to the floor, and Adam drinks in the sight of her nude body. Her obsidian skin glowing in the moonlight, her brown nipples firm with excitement. Her trimmed and pretty bush above her valley.
Adam's knees go weak. His mouth gets wetter. He blinks a few times and his heart beats faster.
The beautiful woman draws close, her hand wrapping behind his neck and pulling the tall man down for a deep kiss. Her lips are exquisite, so soft against his. His lips are chapped, but his kiss is eager and full of true, deep lust.
He opens his mouth in the kiss to catch a breath, steam rising from their hot mouths. Her hand slips under Adam's shirt, caressing muscles that surprise her. His body is strong, his abs a six pack and rock hard beneath her touch. His stomach rises and falls with his quick breaths.
She slips her hand under his pants now, reaching down and grabbing his cock. He's big, another surprise for her. Her fingers slide gently on the skin of his prick, slowly making it stiffen.
Never breaking the kiss, she guides him to her room. Even in the dark, even walking backwards, she knows exactly where she's going and walks the distance with perfect grace until she falls back on the bed, pulling Adam down with her.
“Touch me,” she says, her voice full of urgency. His large hand presses against her quim. She grinds down on it, moving her hips to increase the pressure on her stiff nub. Blood throbs into it as she becomes even more horny. “Slip a finger into me.”
He does, one finger slowly, gently slipping between her folds and into her hole. She's tight. The walls of her pussy contracts over his finger, almost like she's trying to suck it in deeper. Adam pulls it out, then presses it back in. His thumb accidentally grazes against her clitoris, making her suck in air with shock, and then let out a low, “Ooh.”
He presses his thumb against her nub again. She squirms. He presses his mouth to her nipple, flicking the hard flesh with his tongue. She bucks her hips and presses his head down onto her breast. He bites her nipple, and she cries out in pain and pleasure.
A second finger slips into her hole now. Her juices are dripping down Adam's hand, onto the bed and all over her inner thighs. She sighs, enjoying every touch. His fingers scissor, spreading and making Oya feel full, stretching her almost more than she can take.
She says through small gasps: “Get the rope from the top drawer.” She nods her head in the direction of her bedside table. Adam rubs his palm against his pants, trying to move his dick so that it's more comfortable. Still, it strains against the fabric. Crawling over the bed, he opens the drawer and pulls out the rope.
“Now, tie me up.”
His face flushes red. The black woman sits up, presenting her wrists to him. He hesitates, then slips the rope around her skin. He was once a scout, so he knows a few knots. He loops the rope through, going around again before tying it tight.
“Tie it to the bed post, and have your way with me.”
She lays back, her legs falling open and displaying her folds to him. He crawls over the bed again, tying the rope to the dark wood. As he moves back down, Adam kisses down her right arm, to her elbow, then her shoulders, then her breast. He kisses all around the nipple, then does the same to the other one.
Adam sucks one nipple into his mouth, flicking it while looking up into Oya's face. She bites her lip, her eyes pulling back as she moans. He sucks on her other nipple, her hips wiggling.
He kisses down her chest, to her navel. His hands gently slides over her skin, tickling her sides. Oya squirms, laughter mixed with short breaths of arousal. Adam's light fingers tickle her outer thighs as he kisses down to her pubic hair.
Oya's legs instinctively fall open, Adam's hands instinctively hold her hips. His tongue dips into her folds. Licking her firm clitoris, he laps her up.
“Ooh,” she moans. “Oh, yes... That feels so good.”
Adam's tongue flies over her nub, rubbing it back and forth. Her moans turn to cries, her back arching, her hands struggling against the rope. Her orgasm lasts for a few minutes before she comes down, Adam still lapping up her juices.
Sitting up, Adam unbuttons his pants. As he does so, he finds himself staring intensely into Oya's beautiful black eyes. He lets the fabric fall to the ground, and the only time Oya breaks his gaze is to look at his prick. Her eyes widen, and so does her mouth.
“You are bigger than I expected,” she comments. She seems a bit flustered for the first time since he met her. He laughs, his hand wrapped around his big penis.
Oya watches as his hand moves up and down his manhood. Adam likes being watched. He does this for longer than he needs to, since he was already rock hard. Precum shines on his skin. Her legs open wider. Oya wants him inside of her, now.
Adam's mouth presses against the skin of her inner thigh. His tongue flicks through his lips for a second before he straightens himself. Gripping his dick, he places it at her entrance and looks deeply into Oya's eyes.
Right before he enters her, he leans over her body and kisses her. Oya's whole body warms beneath him as they kiss, their tongues dancing while Adam slowly presses his cock against her hole and pushes it in. It sinks in. Oya grabs at the rope holding her still. “Ngh,” she grunts as she adjusts to his size.
She's tight. Adam pushes himself in as deep as he can go before resting, enjoying the feeling of her pussy around him. It twitches, and then his cock twitches. They kiss again. Sweat is starting to form on Adam's brow.
He pulls his hips back, and Oya gasps. He pushes them forward, and she gasps again, her eyes rolling back. Pulling them back, he slams his hips forward. Oya screams. With each thrust, Adam pushes into her hard. They still move slow, but his cock keeps hitting her G spot. She arches her back, giving him a different angle.
His hips move faster. Hers move with his. They both pick up their pace, Oya's mouth constantly open, moans bouncing off the walls. Adam grunts and grabs her hips, lifting her ass up off the bed. He pounds himself into her, hard and faster than before. His balls twitch. Her clitoris spasms.
Oya is sent screaming over the edge, her whole body spasming as she cums. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, yes! Harder!” She cries, struggling against her bonds. Adam obliges, fucking her as hard and as fast as she can. His balls twitch again and he knows he's about to cum.
“Oh my GOD!” He shouts, grunting as his hot cum shoots into Oya's womb. The sensation sends another orgasm ripping through her body, making her weak. Adam's sweaty body collapses on top of her, his breathing as heavy as hers. His cock slips out of her and goes soft.
“Untie me before you fall as
leep,” Oya commands. He reaches up, loosening her bonds as he kisses her. Her soft lips press against his, and once her hands are free she turns toward him. One of her legs is thrown over his body. Her arms pull him in for a passionate embrace. They kiss until they both fall asleep.
Ain't Your Bitch
Interracial Urban Erotica
Asia Marquis
Looking around me, I'm a bit mesmerized. The chains hanging from the ceiling, the table that's slanted with leather cuffs bolted to it. The windows are covered with thick black curtains and on a dresser is an assortment of dildos in a myriad of sizes. Who knows what's in the drawers of the dresser. Could be anything. My guess is that it holds more sex toys, whips, chains, butt plugs.
Oh, hell. What have I gotten myself into?
My name is Jazmine Malik, and I'm a 19 years old proud black woman. My mother came from Nigeria when she was only 8, and has taught me my culture since the day I was born.
I started college this year after a gap year where I spent time in South Africa with my mother. I was 18, then. It was ostensibly a missions trip but we spent most of our days on the beach and very little time in the hospital where we were meant to be entertaining children. It's not like we're slackers. The nurses kicked us out because we were in the way.
We ended up in a little house on a beach with soft, white sands. It was rare that we would see anyone else on this beach except past the huge rocks where the public portion was. Our small house was next to a few others, and then down the way was a huge house with a dog that was always on the balcony, watching us and barking when we passed by.
Every morning that same balcony had a man, his white skin strange to see in this land though of course not unheard of. I wondered often if he was a doctor, but he didn't have the same late hours as most doctors in this country.
Even though he was far away, I could tell that his cheek bones were high and defined and his nose and chin were both strong. He had the look of a wealthy man summering away from an overbearing mother and a business that would have him dead at 35 from a heart attack.
