Interracial Mega Bundle (Interracial Urban Erotica)

by Asia Marquis

  “Holy crap, this is delicious! Kind of spicy, too. I've never tasted soup like this!”

  “I learned from the best!” He says, taking the TV controller. “Do you mind if I turn on the news?”

  “Go ahead,” I say from behind my glass of wine. When I put it down again, I see that he's staring at me. “What?”

  He doesn't move for a second. He just watches me, his eyes somehow predatory. Richard's thumb comes up to my bottom lip and dabs it. “You had some wine,” he says, his voice low. Opening his mouth, he sucks the drop of wine from it, and my whole body goes so weak it's a struggle to turn back around and lift up my spoon for more soup.

  “I wasn't just flattering you, by the way.” With that, he turns his attention to the television, which we watch in silence. I wonder at this man. Why did he pick me up today? What made him decide to be kind to some random girl?

  After downing the rest of my wine, Richard pours some more from me. He does it absent mindedly, and after the second glass I am feeling tipsy. “Hey, where's the bathroom?” I ask. When I turn my head to look at him, the room spins a little bit.

  “Oh, down that hall, first door on the left.” He points at the hall between the living room and the kitchen. I try to push myself up, but my feet are asleep from sitting on the floor and my head is light from the wine.

  “Whoa!” I yell, toppling over. Richard and Sassy both rush to my side.

  “Are you okay?” Richard asks, taking my hand as I use the other to save my face from Sassy's tongue.

  Blushing once he gets me to my feet, I nod my head. “Yeah. I just... I'm not a drinker.” Looking up through my eyelashes at him, I smile sheepishly. “Sorry.”

  “Don't be,” he says, sliding his hand down my arm. It leaves a trail of tingling warmth on my dark skin. “I should have asked before pouring you more wine.”

  My head feels heavy. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom now,” I say, pushing past him and patting my hot face with my cool hands. The bathroom is small,but beautifully decorated with white lilies and gray tile. I wonder if Richard has a maid who comes in? I wonder if he sleeps with her?

  The sudden turn to sex makes my already hot face throb with embarrassment. What do I care who he has sex with? But God, wouldn't it be nice to be the one he fucks from behind while I watch him in this bathroom mirror?

  While I'm washing my hands I check my face. It's still red, but the blushing is dying down. My panties, though, are soaked, my slit wet from thinking about Richard touching me between my thighs. I'm a virgin, a good girl, but in the back of my mind I always want to be a bad girl. I want to be touched and worshiped by a sexy man. Richard is the sexiest man I've ever known, too.

  Hell, I need to stop thinking about this.

  When I step out of the bathroom, I shake my hands and try to compose myself. Oh, how I wish I could have composed myself...

  Instead, I fell to my knees with a gasp as the whole room stirred and swirled around me.

  “Jazmine!” Richard shouts, running to my side. My knees hurt, badly. “Jazmine, are you alright?”

  “Just... dizzy,” I whisper, pressing my hand against my forehead. “Really dizzy.”

  Richard stands and then scoops me up into his strong arms. “You're going to lay down. I shouldn't have given you wine. That was extremely stupid on my part.”

  My eyes are heavy. I only nod. I'm asleep before my head hits the pillow.

  The next morning, I wake up in a strange room. The faint smell on incense is wafting into the room, covering me with a sense of well being. I can hear humming, too, soft but constant.

  Standing up, I find myself in a long button down shirt. My mouth falls open. Did Richard change me?

  Wandering out of his room and down the hall, I find Richard sitting cross legged with his eyes closed. The sun is spilling in through the window that he's facing. I watch him, admiring the laugh lines around his mouth and his strong, square jaw. His lips look soft.

  My head throbs all of a sudden. “Ungh,” I moan, pressing my hands against my skull.

  “You're awake!” When I look up, Richard is pushing himself up from the ground. His eyebrows are furrowed. “Do you have a headache? You really are a lightweight.”

  “Shut up,” I groan. “Do you have anything to fix it?”

  “Yeah, I have some aspirin. Come with me.”

  He takes me to the kitchen, then pulls out a bottle of pills from the cabinet by his fridge. He hands two of them to me and a glass of water, and I down them both. With the water, I almost instantly feel better. “Who the hell does this for fun?”

  “Masochists,” Richard says, smiling.

  I laugh, and then look down at my body again. My face flushes bright pink. “Did- did you?”

  “Change you? I helped you, when you woke up at four AM complaining about your clothes being uncomfortable. Don't worry! I didn't take advantage of you.”

  Relief washes over me. “I don't even know why I thought you might have. You could have like, any woman in the world. Why would you settle for some weirdo eighteen year old girl who's never even had a drink before?” Scoffing, I look up into Richard's eyes. What I see isn't laughter. It's a strange emotion, something stern and full of fire. He grabs me at the back of my head and pulls me in so close that I feel the heat from his lips.

  “Stop talking badly of yourself. I wanted to touch you, to feel your soft, dark skin beneath my finger tips. I still do now.” With each word he undoes a button, and then grabs me from behind my back, pulling me closer to him. I feel his manhood pressing against my pelvis. “But I'm not a scumbag that take advantage of beautiful women like that. Especially not strong black women, like you.”

  Me? A beautiful woman? I want to laugh in his face, but then again, no I don't. I shudder, and he finally presses his lips against mine and everything seems right. My hands grab his shirt, holding on for my life because I feel like if I let go the whole world is going to explode. How could I live outside of these kisses? They're so full of life, of energy, of happiness. I never want this to stop.

  He pulls away. “Do you want me to show you how beautiful I think you are, Jazmine? Maybe I could have any woman in the world, but I have never had this hunger for anyone before. You're special. I don't know what it is, but you are unique. I want to devour you.” His mouth falls to my neck, his teeth sinking into my black skin. He bites, hard, but it feels good more than it hurts.

  “Ah,” I gasp. “Richard!”

  “Moan my name louder,” he demands. He bites my neck again as his hand squeezes my ass. Then he pulls his shirt apart, the last few buttons flying off. “Moan it!”

  “Richard!” I gasp for breath. His hand presses against my mound, a place no one has ever touched other than myself. “Richard, don't stop!”

  When his hand slips under my panties, a finger dips between my folds. He gently rubs my pussy, pushing the lips apart to slide his fingers up and down my slit before gently penetrating me with his fingertip. It doesn't go too deep.

  I'm excited and jittery about him masturbating me, pushing my panties aside and kissing me. I want his lips on me at all times, his fingers exploring every part of me.

  Pushing myself towards his hand, I shudder with the pleasure his finger gives me. His thumb rubs gently against my clitoris. It feels even better than when I touch myself there. Much better. It sends tingling waves through my whole body.

  I rest my head against his shoulder and let him hold me, cradle my body close to his as he manipulates my pleasure zones. He pulls my bra down, exposing one of my breasts. My nipple is hard, sticking out towards him and beckoning his mouth to engulf it. He sucks and kisses on my breast, savoring the taste of my chocolate skin on his tongue.

  The finger within me moves in and out, deeper and deeper until it hits my virginity. He stops pushing it in further, instead just pleasuring me without breaking my hymen.

  Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of me and shoves me against the wall. Picking me up a little, he wraps
one of my legs around his torso and unzips his pants.

  “Are you ready for this?”

  I take a deep breath, looking up into his dark eyes before nodding my head. He pushes some hair off of my forehead and kisses my nose before pushing his hard cock into me.

  It hurts a little at first, since it's dry. Once the head is covered in my juices, it slides into me with ease, and then pushes past my hymen. I gasp with pain, but the pain is gone quickly. I look up to him with tears in my eyes and then smile.

  “That's the worst of it. I'm going to start thrusting a bit now.”

  I nod again, and then grab his shirt at the shoulders. His penis is engulfed by my warm, moist flesh. At first I was still, letting him slowly rock into and out of me, but then I start to ride him. With my ass wiggling, we both pick up speed, driving ourselves to orgasm.

  We both breathe hard, my breaths mixed with loud moans. I like sex! This is good! Especially with Richard. Something inside of me clicks over suddenly, and I feel a great release of all my stress and a wave of emotions wash over me. I orgasm around Richard's cock, just as he cums inside of me.

  Still in his arms, Richard carries me over to his bed. We spend the rest of the morning there, holding each other and napping.

  When I get up, I slip out from under Richard's arm and into the bathroom. Checking the mirror, my face is much different then it was before. My dark black skin is there, but with a sort of glow, and I am happy. Smiling, even when my lips aren't. Something about this man feels so right, so perfect. I wish-

  My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. Stepping out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, I answer it. “Hello?”

  “Ms. Barnes?” The voice on the other end has a thick accent.

  “Yes?”

  “Your mother's condition has gotten worse. We need you at the hospital as soon as possible. She might be dying.”

  My heart stops. Everything stops. I look to Richard, who is now awake and looking at me very concerned. The gasp I was breathing in stops halfway through. Sassy's tail stops waving, and the birds outside stop chirping. And then suddenly, everything starts again, all at once in a deafening crash of sensations. I hang up the phone, my hands coming up to my face. “I need you to drive me to the hospital.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  “No! Please just drive me to the hospital!”

  That's how I met the delicious white man that swept me off my feet, almost torturing me with passion. Ah, but I haven't explained how I got to that room in the beginning, have I? I will, soon. I will tell you all the stories of the sex toys in that room, in graphic, sexy, sweaty detail.

  Breeding the Black Witch

  A Paranormal Interracial Erotic Short

  When I was younger, I was cursed.

  I was born to a non-witch family, who never expected that I might become a witch. When I started getting magic sickness as a baby, they took me to dozens of human doctors, none of whom knew how to help me.

  Once I started breaking out in hives, my kind parents got desperate. They didn't know what to do or who to turn to, until a family friend told them to send me to a witch in New York City. My parents were skeptical but worried they might lose me, and so they got in their car that night and drove for 8 hours. The family friend set up an appointment for me to be seen by her.

  I'm told by my parents that when they pulled up to the old woman's house, they knew something was off. Maybe it was the dozen crows, or the cat whose meow sounded more like a cackle, but just as the old witch opened the front door to greet my parents my mother had the sudden urge to turn around and leave.

  But she didn't. Because I was only barely a year old and suffering so much. My mother carried me in her arms into the witch's house, setting me on the table as the witch commanded.

  “She has magic sickness,” the old woman said, her voice surprisingly melodious despite her cracked lips and matted hair. “This is easy enough to fix, you simply have to give her a small bottle of salt water until she is old enough to perform magic.”

  “Magic?!” My mother cried, holding my small hand tight. “How can she do magic? Neither of us are witches!”

  The old woman raised her eyebrows and looked down at me with curiosity. “What a rare gem, then. A natural witch.” Dipping her finger into salt water, she placed it on my lips for me to suckle. “Would you like me to divine her future?”

  My parents agreed, watching as the old woman removed the fabric over a large mirror. Not a silver mirror, no, this one was shiny and black, deep as night. For a few moments, the old crone stared into the mirror before furrowing her eyebrows and whipping around. Her eyes seemed red then, full of hatred and anger.

  “Your child cannot be allowed to have children!” She screamed, pointing her long, bony finger at me. She waved it erratically, and green sparkles flew out of her hand and over me. The sparkles fell like a blanket over me until they were absorbed into my dark skin.

  “What did you do?!” Screamed my mother as she grabbed me, holding me close to her chest. She often told me she wished she had killed that witch then and there, but I remind her it's near impossible to kill a witch. I would have just been left without a mother.

  “I cursed your wretched daughter so that she may only have children with one man in the whole world. She'll never find him!”

  My mother and father ran out of the house with my mother holding me tight as I wailed and cried, followed only by the crone's evil cackles.

  Of course, they never told me about this until I turned 18. At first, I didn't understand. I'm not sure I do even now. What could that witch have seen in that scrying mirror that made her so upset? Maybe one of my children killed her or something.

  Now I'm a practicing witch in a small town in Ohio. I make love potions, do tarot readings, and so many other things. I try to ignore that I've been cursed...

  But I want children. Soon. I'm 28 and I've waited long enough. I don't want to adopt, either, I want my own children. It's selfish, but it's biological. The calling to become a mother is stronger for a witch than it is for non-magical humans, if you can believe it.

  Maybe that won't explain to you why I started using my love potions on unsuspecting men, but it makes sense to me. I thought I'd put down on paper all the lovers I've had, as a way to keep track and hopefully make it easier to know in case I do get pregnant.

  Today is Wednesday, May 13 2013. It's warmer than usual for May, and the sun is bright today. My little shop on the corner of a busy street has been getting a few hits from college girls looking to buy incense or books about angels, not many people actually wanting to use my services. I thought it would be a boring day until a handsome man, in his 30s, walks in.

  He's tall and thin, and clearly he takes care of his body. I can't take my eyes off his bulging arm muscles as he reaches for a tarot deck on the top shelf and carries them over to me. “Afternoon,” he says as he pulls out his wallet.

  “Good afternoon,” I reply, my heartbeat rising. This is the one. This will be the first man I seduce to see if he can get me pregnant. “I was just making some tea and I need to know if it's perfect. Would you mind trying it before I check you out?”

  The man looks up at me, his steel gray eyes confused. “Uh, sure.”

  I smile brightly and run to the back, happy that I really do have some boiling water just about finished. I steep my tea while I grab a seduction potion, pouring about half the bottle in before removing the tea bag and stirring the concoction. It smells of sweet lavender and vanilla. The man will never know.

  Placing the mug on a plate, I bring it back out to the shop, happy to see no one else has walked in yet. “Drink up,” I say, handing him the cup.

  “Thanks,” he replies, putting the cup to his lips. He breathes in the scent before taking a big gulp. “Say, this is really good!”

  “Oh, I'm glad! What did you say your name was?”

  “Jack,” he replies as he finishes off the tea. “What was in that? I'm starting to feel
a bit odd.”

  “Oh dear, I was worried about that. Why don't you come have a seat in my back room.”

  He unbuttons one of the top buttons of his blue shirt as he nods, fanning himself. I scamper over to the front door and flip the sign so that it says 'closed'. We're going to need some alone time. Grabbing Jack's hand, I pull him to the back room and help him onto the couch.

  As soon as he's settled, I straddle him, my skirt lifting up a bit so that my panties are visible.

  “What are you doing?” Jack asks, confused. His whole body is hot, and I feel the pressure in his pants beneath my pussy.

  “Seducing you,” I say, whipping my thick black hair behind me and pressing my lips to his throat. I've slept with a few men over the years, and all of them liked a woman in charge. It seems Jack is the same way. I bite down his neck and to his collar bone, before moving back up and nibbling on his ear. For a few moments he's rigid, seemingly scared and unsure of what to do, but as the minutes pass the potion starts to take control.

  His hands move up to my ass, rubbing my cheeks and pulling me closer to his body. I love this potion, its a favorite among my clients. It makes the man's body hot, which is so pleasant when you're making out with him. I press my lips into his, he slips his tongue into my mouth and teases mine with it. Our tongues tangle and fight, making me giggle in spite of myself.

  One of his large hands grips my breast, kneading it against my chest and making me gasp. “Ooh, that feels good,” I coo, biting his lower lip. His hand reaches up under my shirt, tracing lightly on my chest where my breasts fall, tickling my brown skin. Then his fingers gently circle around my dark nipple, barely touching it. I can't help but moan.

  Finally he lets his finger press against my sensitive nipple, making me shudder against his mouth as we continue to kiss passionately. Jack tweaks and plays with the hard nub as my panties get more and more damp. His other hand leaves my ass cheek and presses against my mound. “Yessss,” I hiss.