1. Ebony Crush


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: Kimber, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    At the age of seventeen I often worked as a house or babysitter. My favorite couple to babysit for was the Johnson family. They had recently emigrated from Liverpool, England and were often in need of sitter for a date night. The Johnson’s were a beautiful and caring interracial couple. Emily Johnson was thirty-five years old. Her hair was a lustrous fiery red. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips – she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with delight. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. Emily’s 5’6” physique was amazingly curvaceous and fit. Her artificial breasts hung heavy and splendidly round. She brazenly exposed her cleavage wearing low cut tops. I frequently noticed Desmond, her husband, eyes loitering upon her creamy breasts. I couldn’t say I blamed him. His gaze typically would break away to spank her beautifully formed backside. Desmond Johnson was a striking man who towered at 6’3”. Desmond was meticulous at maintaining his muscular build. His hair was closely cropped and his skin was as smooth and silky as chocolate. His incredibly strong physique veiled his age of thirty-eight. He was well spoken playful polite and charming. I was enamored. I had yet to meet a boy my own age or man much less that fit this ...
    mold. — When I was at home my teeny girl crush overwhelmed me. My head became a fog when I thought of the tales of black men being pleasantly endowed. My curiosity sparked my juvenile sexuality and my desire stung my girly parts. Admittedly, the notion of Desmond’s brawny ebony monster carving my sex drove me mad. My nights were filled with some of the wildest acts of self-gratification to date. To be frank I had been intrigued by the idea of sex with a man of color the moment I had lost my virginity. I quietly hid my fantasy and desire to be with black man, even from my best friend Brittney. I held some reluctance due to the taboo surrounding interracial sex. Growing up in a rural Texas town didn’t make the idea of sleeping with a black man easy. Unfortunately, the prejudices of white girl cavorting with a black man are still prevalent in certain parts of the Southern United States. Regardless of the reason I was captivated by the idea now more than ever. After all, to me life is all about pushing my limits and sometimes you have to test those limits. — Desmond was fond of taking Emily out for dinner or dancing. That’s when I would get a call from Emily to watch their son. I would babysit for the Johnson’s on a semi regular basis, every other week. I was fond of the Johnsons. But their eight-year-old son Gregory could be challenging at times. Regardless, I was happy to help the Johnsons out. Overtime I had become accustomed to Gregory and his fits. Eventually learning to allow ...
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