1. Tasha and the Rich White Lady


    Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: Interracial Sex, Lesbian Sex, Author: salodweller, Rating: 78, Source: xHamster

    Tasha is 19 years old. She has black skin, and dark curly hair. Her body is petite, unusual for a black girl, with small B-cup breasts, and a skinny waist. But she doesn't mind. A bright girl, top of her class, she's never had much use for slutty things. That was for other girls. She's happy with her summer job at the New Salem Library in the Watkins Reference Wing. It's not a great job. It's mostly restacking books, but she likes her co-workers and she likes the library and it's dull but low stress. Plus it pays her phone bill and for going out with friends. The highlight of the job was going to be the Annual August Gala, a big fundraiser and celebration that the library threw. Everyone was invited, guests, donors, employees even down to the summer help like Tasha. And Tasha had been looking forward to it for a long time. She barely slept the night before the party. She was a ball of energy. And finally was thrilled to put on the prettiest dress she'd ever worn and head out to the ballroom. The room was filled with gorgeous glamorous people. Tasha quickly found her friends and they started chatting things up. They loved the food. They hated the food. They couldn't get enough of the people watching. They wondered if they could pull off getting any drinks from the bar. Though none of them dared. Tasha was by herself, walking back from the ladies room when she heard someone call at her. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" The voice called in her direction. Tasha looked over, wondering who ...
    could possibly be summoning her. She turned to see a strikingly pretty blonde woman in a silver dress. She was probably in her early 40's and clearly very rich. But Tasha still had no idea why she was being called. She walked over. "You work at the library, don't you?" The woman asked, kindly. Tasha nodded. "I thought so. I thought I saw you there the other day. Would you be so kind as to get me a drink." Tasha froze. Why was this rich bitch asking her to get her a drink like she was some kind of waitress? Didn't she see the dress? Didn't she know she was at the party too? Tasha composed herself. She still had to be nice. "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm allowed, I'm not, um, twenty-one yet." Aside from being a good excuse why not to wait on this woman, it was true. "Oh that's okay. Just tell them it's for Sandra Watkins." The woman smiled. Shit, Tasha thought. Watkins. That's the name on the building where she works. If this woman was that Watkins it meant her f****y had donated more money to the library than any other f****y in town. She knew she couldn't get out of this one. She had to get the drink. So she asked Mrs. Watkins what she wanted, went to the bar, dropped her name, got her drink and brought it back. "Thank you honey." the rich white woman said, smiling, winking and then walking away. And with any luck, Tasha thought, that would be the end of that for the evening. Of course it wasn't. Less than an our later, as Tasha sat and chatted with her friends, Mrs. Watkins ...
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