Vanilla Boy Toy (BWWM Interracial Romance / Erotic Short Stories)

by Ava Griffin

  "There is a bathroom inside there you can clean up before you go. You have been punished enough," he pointed to a door across the room.

  I stood up and went to clean up. Ten minutes later I came out and April handed me my purse and my phone. All the contents were there. She escorted me back to the casino where I found my friends waiting for me. I turned around and swung my hand towards her face. The force of my slap sent her sprawling down to the floor.

  "Oh my God Tanya! What the hell!" one of my friends asked in shock.

  "I'll explain once we get outta here," I said as I rushed towards the casino exit.

  Big Pipes

  As a black woman, I love strong men, especially strong white men. It's no wonder I was glued to the screen every time "Spartacus", the addictive TV show, came on air. Those men appeared to be so strong and the way they fought with their swords just made me feel like I could just get into the TV screen and grab one of them for myself.

  Since I could not get one of the men on Spartacus, I decided to go for my gym instructor, Mr. Jonnes. He was strong and had very big biceps. He was charming too even though I wouldn't describe him as drop dead gorgeous. There were better looking men out there but he had sexual appeal and that is what mattered to me.

  So anyway, I was at Jonnes' place and he had made some wonderful pot roast. We sat in front of the fire place on the carpet, sipping on some red wine. It wasn't exactly a Chteau Margaux but it was good enough. He wasn't much of a talker so most of the time I was doing the talking. I hoped that the wine would help loosen him up but instead I was just getting drunk.

  I grew tired of the silence so I got up and began flexing. "Do you know I was once a body builder?"

  Jonnes burst out laughing. "You?" he looked me over and burst out laughing again.

  I frowned. I flexed my right bicep and asked him to touch it. He stood up and touched it with his fore finger and thumb.

  "Hey, that is pretty impressive."

  I smiled. "You see? Now show me your guns."

  He shied away. "I don't think so."

  "Come on," I pleaded. "Show me your muscles."

  He sighed and reluctantly flexed his left bicep. I touched it with both and was pretty amazed that my two hands couldn't go all the way around it.

  "Wow," I said impressed. "My hands can't even go around it. Flex the other one."

  "Scarlet…" he began to protest but I insisted.

  "Alright," he agreed and flexed his right bicep. I giggled when his bicep pushed my hands apart. As a joke, he contracted and relaxed his bicep. I squealed and laughed. He was so much bigger than me and I couldn't help but notice that as he flexed he kept on staring at my boobs.

  I was flattered considering how much I paid for the little black dress. It was short and barely covered my ass. I have average size tits so I wore a push up bra for extra cleavage.

  Jonnes sat down and continued to sip on his wine. I really didn't know what it took to seduce him. He was so stiff and rigid. Wasn't the wine getting to his head? I pretended that the fire was dwindling down so I added more logs that he had placed right next to the fire place.

  I bent over making sure he could see my ass. I lingered a bit trying to see if I could elicit a reaction from him. He still didn't respond. I didn't despair. After all the evening was still young. I still had time to seduce him and get him to shove his dick inside me.

  I sat back down beside him and asked him to pour me another glass of wine. It tipped my glass a little as he poured it and it poured all over my tits and dress.

  "Oh my God," he said jumping up. "Let me get some paper towels. I hope the wine won't ruin your dress."

  "It's okay Jonnes. It was an accident."

  He came back two seconds later with the paper towels and began dabbing them on my tits. I pushed my chest up a little hoping he would notice the tits but he kept on dabbing like he didn't notice anything. I was beginning to get frustrated and started believing that either he was gay or I had lost my charm. I was really starting to think for certain that he was gay!

  I snatched up my glass and headed to the kitchen. I poured the wine into the sink. I knew I was behaving like an immature teenager but it was really frustrating. He followed me into the kitchen.

  "What is wrong? Is it the dress? I'll get you another one."

  I stared at him bewildered. "The dress! Why didn't you tell me you were gay! I wouldn't have bothered to wear this dress!"

  Suddenly he started moving towards me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me up against the wall. I tried to wriggle my way out but he pinned me to the wall with his body. He caressed my cheek with his knuckles.

  "You have been torturing me all night by shoving your fine ass in front of me and flaunting your tits in my face then you call me gay?"

  I tried to push him away but he didn't budge. He lifted my right leg and my dress rode all the way to my waist. He gently stroked my ass. He took my hand and placed it on his already erect dick.

  "So is this what you want? My dick? Can you feel it? It wants you too."

  My eyes widened with surprise. That had to be the biggest dick I have ever touched. He saw the look on my face and a slow smile formed on his face. He took a step back away from me. He grabbed my dress and tore it off me. My jaw dropped in horror at his action.

  "Jonnes that was a $1000 dollar dress! Do you know how much time it took me to save up and buy it?"

  "I will get you another one. Now I want you to touch yourself as I watch."

  He removed his t-shirt and began unbuttoning his jeans. I spread my legs and began touching my clit. He too began stroking his own cock.

  "Come here and suck my dick," he demanded.

  I obliged and got down on my knees in front of him. I licked his cock from the base to its tip but he wasn't interested in that kind of foreplay. He shoved his dick deep inside my mouth almost choking me. His thrust into my mouth nearly made me lose my balance. He grabbed the back of my head to keep me from falling down and continued shoving his big dick inside my mouth.

  "Touch your breast as I fuck your mouth baby."

  I slowly began touching my tits. I played with my nipples; rolling them in between my thumb and index finger. With one final thrust he came. I swallowed as much as I could with some trickling down my mouth to his dick.

  I didn't stop touching myself. I continued playing with my tits with one hand and used the other to stroke my clit and finger my pussy. He stood back and watched me. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. I used both my hands to pleasure my pussy. With one hand I fingered my pussy while with the other I rubbed my clit.

  "You like that huh?" Jonnes asked.

  I opened my eyes and grinned. "Absolutely. No one else can touch my pussy the way that I do."

  "I want to see it. Spread your legs."

  I sat down on the floor and spread my legs as far apart as I could. He knelt down in front of me and placed his hands beneath my ass. He lifted me up so he could have a clear visual of my pussy. Thankfully, I had shaved it in the morning while taking a shower.

  Slowly he lay me down on the floor. With one hand he stroked the entire length of my pussy. He stroked it again and again and before I knew it, I was eagerly lifting my hips against his hand.

  He lifted me onto the kitchen counter and spread my legs. He put his face in between my legs and began sucking on my clit. I reached out with both my hands and pressed his head to my pussy. He dipped his tongue in and out of my cunt several times.

  I could feel my orgasm building and I just wanted him to make me cum. He stopped dipping his tongue into my vagina and began licking and circling my clit with his tongue. I was on cloud nine. He slid one finger into my pussy and began thrusting it in and out.

  "Jonnes…" I began but he put his index finger on my lips indicating that I should not make a sound. He continued thrusting his finger inside my pussy. He slid in another finger. Oh, the pleasure was unbearable.

  He resumed to toying with my clit as he dipped his f
ingers in and out of my pussy. I cursed him using all the curse words that I knew and he chuckled. He was carefully watching my expressions and my body language. Finally, my orgasm came. It came in one intense wave that rocked my body.

  He picked me up by the hips and asked me to wrap my legs around his waist. He propped me up against the wall and slid his cock inside me. He wasn't gentle about it and he thrust into me without restraint. His dick was huge and it hurt a little. He fucked me like a man who had just got out of jail. Like a raging bull he thrust his dick in and out of me.

  His grunts were getting louder and louder, with one final thrust he slammed into me and he poured his seed deep inside my pussy. He paused for a moment trying to catch his breath. Slowly he withdrew from me. He took my hand and led me to the shower. I laughed at myself for ever thinking that he was gay and not attracted to me.

  Vanilla Boy Toy

  My phone rang out and I answered weary after a long day, "Hello?"

  "Monica..It's Heather, your coming to my party tomorrow right?"

  "I don't know baby girl, I've had a tough week at work."

  "It'll cheer you up...Tyson really wants to see youuu."

  "Imma told you, I'm done with Tyson. I want a nice white man to show me a good time if you know what I mean." I giggled into the phone.

  "There will be plenty of white guys too, please? it starts at 8."

  "I'll be there. Love you."

  The next day I'm at home getting ready for Heathers party, it's a warm evening and I as stood in front of the mirror trying on a number of outfits to make sure that I look super sexy. I finally settle on a short yellow dress that hugs my curves, looks gorgeous and light against my chocolate skin.

  As an African American woman, I have a body to die for but I'm sick of black guys thinking they have the right to me. I'm an independent woman and will fuck who I want. All the black guys I've been with have been controlling in bed and I really want a white guy that I can really take charge with and who knows what he's doing.

  I finish the look off with a couple of accessories and of course I have some black sexy lingerie on underneath my dress in the chance that I do get lucky. The party will be filled with people in their late teens and early twenties, I was slightly older at 24 so I was a little nervous about the occasion.

  An hour later and I am reclined on a deckchair soaking up the rays, looking around however I feel a little awkward as everyone seems to be mingling with friends or partners. A short while later my ex Tyson wanders up, tapping me on the shoulder.

  "Monicaaa" he hollers, "How about you and me go somewhere to kiss and make up" he pouts at me seductively and I swat him away with my hand like a pesky fly.

  "I'm done home boy, now go save your self-respect and get out of here."

  He stares at me fiercely not knowing what to say before walking towards his friends, "I was just kidding, I don't wanna tap that anyways."

  I go to close my eyes and relax once more when a voice nearby rings towards me, "I would."

  I look up and see a beautiful white man, with his top off leaning against a nearby wall.

  "Excuse me?"

  "He said he wouldn't tap that, If you gave me the chance - I wouldn't stop all night long."

  I laugh to myself bemused at his cheesy line and he approaches, holding out his hand. "Dean."

  "Monica", I give him my hand and he kisses it teasingly.

  "You looking good."

  "Not so bad yourself."

  He pulls up a chair and sits next to me as we start chatting. The next hour or so fly's by, I have been downing the drinks and getting more flirty with each mouthful. I have abandoned the rest of the party and have been entwined with Dean for the whole evening.

  I've established he's single, which is always a plus, with lots of 'accidental' touches that last a little too long and lingering looks. I know he wants me and it's difficult to resist his big blue eyes and dreamy smile. I put my seductive plan into action as I scoot off my deckchair and head into the house.

  "Where you going?" he calls.

  "Bathroom..." I turn around briefly and wink at him as I head upstairs.

  As I step out of the bathroom a few minutes later, just as I expected Dean is outside innocently waiting for me. He immediately grabs me around the waist and pushes me into a room which I know to be Heathers bedroom.

  I quickly check that the room is empty before I find us passionately kissing on the mouth. He throws me back onto the bed and pulls my thin dress over my head.

  "Fuck, your amazing." he says, running his hands all over me. He slips his hand into my bra and cups my waiting breasts. "I've wanted these chocolate tits all night long."

  "Mmm." I moan, "We'll have to be quick".

  "I don't know about that." He says, standing up to remove his pants and underwear.

  I pull him towards me, examining his erect dick. I've never seen a white cock before, it's bigger than I expected and I quickly grab it and start to lick it up and down. He moans out gently as I suck him hard, with licks that smother him in my wet saliva. I lie back and slip out of my lace panties. Pointing to my lower half, "Lick it."

  He grins and doesn't need telling twice and he starts eating out my shaved pussy. He expertly works me until I am so close to climax - no one has ever given my pussy so much care before, he obviously wants to satisfy me.

  He rubs my clit with his thumb as he continues licking inside and it sends me over the edge. I shake as I cum and try my hardest not to scream too loud., my juices soak his mouth. He kisses me back up my body, being sure to lick and suck my breasts on the way.

  He kisses me on the mouth and I get my breathe back and order him to lie down. He does so and I get on top of him, facing the other way. Reverse cow girl is my favorite position and I am intent on riding this amazing mans hard dick, it's my turn to make him cum.

  I go up and down on his dick, very slow at first and then going faster. My ass is sticking out towards him and I know that he has an amazing view.

  "I love watching my dick fucking you baby." He murmurs through clenched teeth.

  Just as his moaning increases and I feel that he's about to cum. I stop and lower myself off him.

  "No.." he starts, I turn towards him and bite my lip seductively.

  "I want you to fuck me doggy style and then squirt all over my ass."

  I get on all floors and he gets himself into position. He enters my pussy slowly that is already soaking wet from my juices and his precum. He thrusts into me slowly, holding me at the hips as I jerk back and fore in time with him.

  I play with my pussy, combined with the rhythm of the cock and the fact that I am now watching us fuck in a full length mirror at the other side of the room almost makes me orgasm.

  He too has spotted the mirror and he's watching us as we fuck, we look so good locked together in a sweaty embrace. I grab my tits and wink at him in the mirror as he continues to fuck me, getting harder and deeper. I almost forget where I am for a second as I start to scream louder and louder.

  We come together hard, he pulls out and shoots his cum over my ass and my juices squirt onto the sheets below. It's the most mind blowing sensation that I have ever felt and just as I do, the door opens.

  Me and Dean are too exhausted to care, recovering from our orgasm as Heather barges into her bedroom. Her eyes bulge as she stares at the scene in front of her, two sweaty bodies laying together and her bed covered in a whole number of bodily fluids.

  We dress quickly as she yells at us and we make a hasty retreat for the door. I might have upset a friend for a few weeks but as me and Dean exchange numbers at the door, I know that I have gained myself a vanilla boy toy that I can have much more fun with in the future.

  The Pool Cleaner

  I really had no plans for the weekend. I just wanted to relax on my own. My idea of relaxing was lying on the lounge chairs by the pool and sip on my margaritas as I read my favorite novel. I didn't want anybody calling me up with this really great idea for
the weekend so my phone was switched off.

  I had bought this really nice and expensive sunscreen lotion from the local beauty store. My friend Avril told me that she had used it before and said that it was really good.

  Judging from the way her skin was glowing and how it did not have any sun burns, I figured I should try it out. I popped the cap and applied a little bit of the lotion on my hands. I applied it on my leg making sure every inch was covered. I rubbed more lotion in my hands and applied it onto the other leg.

  Jimmy, a really nice young man, probably in his first year of college came in to clean the pool. I watched him as he removed his shirt and began removing debris using the leaf rake. It was really hot so I understood why he took off his shirt.

  "Hey Jimmy," I shouted.

  He turned around and I could see his inquisitive face through my sunglasses. He walked towards me. "Yes ma'am?"

  "I'd like you to do for me a favor."

  "Sure, what is it?"

  "I want you to apply this sunscreen on my back. Could you do that?"

  "Sure. No problem."

  I turned and lay down on my stomach. He applied some of the sunscreen on his hands and started rubbing it on my neck and upper back. His hands were kind of rough but I didn't mind. In fact, they felt so good against my skin.

  "Wow, Jimmy that feels so good."

  He didn't say anything. Instead, he continued rubbing the lotion on my back. He took his sweet time rubbing the lotion on my shoulders and back. I felt him untie the strings on my bikini top. The funny thing is that I didn't protest at all. I felt relaxed and comfortable.

  I felt him work the cream on my thighs and down to my feet. He avoided my ass by all means possible.

  "Jimmy, I do not want my ass to get sun burned."

  "I just thought that…"

  "Thought that what? I would be offended?" I stood up and took off the bottom half of my bikini. I gave him the pleasure of staring at my waxed pussy and tits for about ten seconds before I resumed to lying on my stomach.