It's Called an "Oreo" {anarchistinthesea & Fate}

[darkest_fate]

It felt good to have the house alone to yourself, especially when you were home on extended leave. Brooke had gotten off from college for her holiday break only a few days ago, and her parents had told her about the holiday cruise they were taking. Six days and seven nights aboard a luxury liner, where they could pamper one another and properly celebrate twenty-five marvelous years together. This meant that Brooke was alone, house-sitting, for those days.


that certainly didn't bother the vivacious blonde at all. It meant that she had a few days of relaxation to herself, and could certainly take advantage of her surroundings. Time to let that shoulder-length blonde hair down. Maybe work off some of the curves that she swore she was picking up. Problem with the whole "freshman fifteen" thing, that weight. Still, Brooke could rock a pair of short shorts when she needed to, and she knew they clung wonderfully to her pert ass. Many a man had met his downfall staring at those perk cheeks in a pair of delicious short shorts, the long, tanned legs that extended out only making the meal all that more enticing. Those breasts were nothing to shy away from either, respectable handfuls and some extra. Brooke hadn't had any problems finding dates back at the university. Most of said dates had come to realize that just because you had a body that would work great for a porn star didn't mean you actually were one though. there were some though, and they won her affections over eventually.

Unfortunately, her boyfriend and most of her friends were back there. And she was here, with her parents. Which meant that a lot of things she'd normally be doing, she wasn't. instead, the girl had opted to relax, watch some tv, work out, read a book, things she'd said she'd do, but didn't. She was just finishing up a workout her mom had been raving about when she heard the doorbell ring. Curious, she walked to the door, opening it.

the man would find a cute blonde, her hair yanked back into a ponytail, her brown eyes questioning. She had a pair of terry cloth shorts on, meant for exercising, and a worn university t-shirt. no doubt about her hotness though. She would probably end up staring, wondering why this massive black man was standing on her porch and what he was doing there.

[and because it's magnificent: link

 

[anarchistinthesea]

Jordan, the TV repairman, was at a pleasantly large suburban home, all ready to get to work. He had worked in Howtown ever since high school, scraping by on the long owned property of his family. He was black, and stereotypically enough, he was massive in all senses. At 6 foot, he had the size of a wrestler, and the strength of one as well. One could tell from his massive muscle mass, which was hard to not notice. His hair was buzzed, as he had the typical afro hair, but his features were refined: the gift of his white ancestors. It was, after all, the least they could do.

He held his toolkit in one hand, and rang the doorbell with the other. He was wearing black jeans, and a form fitting red t shirt with "Howtown TV Repair" on it. He had a nametag as well, pinned to his chest. He was shuffling his feet, looking at his black shoes through his chocolate eyes when she opened the door. He looked up to be greeted by the most beautiful girl he had seen in months: she had dazzling bright eyes, a sexy body, d cup breasts, radiant white skin, and blonde hair. It was all he could do to stop himself from pouncing on her right there.

He smiled big and said "Is this the Mcguire's residence? ( )
"I'm here to fix your TV ma'am. Can I come in?"

(It is magnificent.)

 

[darkest_fate]

{not even sure you're still around, but I figured I might as well}

Brooke did indeed goggle at the massive, muscular black man that stood on her family's doorstep. the man seemed to have been sculpted completely out of muscle, with a layer of black skin wrapped tightly around it. Still, Brooke, to her favor, did not immediately start oogling the man. Instead, she leaned against the door, frowning slightly.

"I don't remember them saying anything about it," she said. Her parents would most likely have mentioned to their daughter that they would have to send someone to repair the TV. Plus, Brooke didn't really think there was anything wrong with it. "Oh, wait, this is that upgrade thing they bought last week, isn't it? Duh, I totally forgot. Come on in."

The coed waved the repairman inside, closing the door after him. Now that she'd figured it out, or at least, thought she had, Brooke was completely at ease. She cheerfully pointed out the location for the television set, apologizing for the mess she'd left. She opted not to clean anything though, instead informing Jordan that she'd be heading into the kitchen to grab glass of water. Politeness took over, and Brooke made certain to ask Jordan if he wanted some as well.

She'd wait only long enough to receive an answer before heading into the kitchen proper. There, she poured her drink, and possibly one for the repairman, pretending that she wasn't remembering casual conversations with girlfriends. Jas, a complete whore if there ever was one, had insisted that black guys were some of the best lays. If nothing else, she'd argued, their cocks were enormous. Getting fucked by something that was double the size of your boyfriend's cock was supposed to be an experience and a half. Brooke had laughed it off, nearly snorting booze out her nose when she'd done so. There was no way she was propositioning a black guy, no matter how horny she got.

Didn't mean her mind didn't momentarily think about the muscle mass now in her living room. It was only a little while though, while she made drinks and called out cheerfully to him, introducing herself and telling him to "go to town on it."