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Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2015
- Location
- London
Have never played out a interracial scene but have written up a quick background to try out if I have the right partner.
It had been a very odd and eye opening vacation for Amy. Not only was it was her first holiday away without the safety net of her parents, but she was with a relatively new friend who had just joined her school, Jessica. Jessica was instantly promoted to one of the coolest girls in school for her outgoing personality, unruly attitude and fashionable sense. So for anyone looking into their relationship it could be deemed as odd with Amy being the class geek and naturally introverted. But Amy found Jessica curious, and was envious of her relaxed attitude to life. With Amy coming to that age where her body was right in the middle of its development her own attitudes on things were changing quickly; so to hear some of Jessica’s sexual encounters, as outrageous as some were, were just as much disgusting as they were electrifying.
The level of detail she spoke about, the huge amounts of pleasure she experienced, and easy going nature made Amy think more and more about whether she was happy in the relationship with her boyfriend, and indeed her life. It wasn’t only the sexual nature of Amy’s relationship, though their sex life was simple, missionary, and boring in comparison to the stories she was told, that was suddenly being questioned by herself. Amy often pushed those thoughts to the back of mind and put Jessica down as a story teller and a fantasist rather than truth. That was up until she witnessed it first hand.
It was just another typical day by the pool; Amy with her book and relaxing whilst Jessica was in-between being on her phone spending a lot of time with the local bar staff. Amy would often cringe at the flirtatious nature from the exchanges but hated thinking that Amy would be just a tag along and boring. Though something was up, Jessica had been a while going back to the two bedroom apartment, Jessica’s parents were in the one on another level, that the over cautious Amy got worried. Amy gave up waiting and headed back to the room to check on everything but as soon as she opened the door she knew everything was not alright. She heard the panting, screaming, whining through the door so as she opened it the noise just got louder and louder. Amy closed the apartment door behind her and tip toed around to peek into where the noise came from, where true to her suspicion Jessica was having sex, though not sex as she knew it. Jessica was bent over the bed whilst one of the barstaff, a black local man, was fucking her violently from behind. Amy was shocked at the intensity of the man thumping his body into Jessica’s and the wild, frantic moaning from the young girl. It was clear, even though the fucking was so aggressive, that she was enjoying every part of it.
Amy watched and watched, doing her best not to get caught, as the two connected in the bedroom. She couldn’t see the detail from her position but she saw enough to have her delicate flower ache for it’s own attention. The dull throb happening beneath her bikini bottoms distracted her from the wrongness of watching but whilst she stood looking confused, shocked, aroused and curious the scene was over. The man began thrusting harder and harder until finally one last outrageous crash into Jessica and the man orgasmed loudly. That signalled a time for Amy to leave so she did, quietly, back the way she came.
When Jessica came back to the bed there was a smirk written all over her face and subtle waddle in her walk. Jessica, never shy to hide the truth, told Amy all about what happened as if Amy didn’t see it at all. She explained that men of colour were the best lovers and that she loved the way they fucked without fear. It was the usual sexually orientated story, one that Amy would normally disbelieve, but in this instance there was no denying it was true. The curious by the end of the conversation was now burrowing the seed of thought into Amy’s mind and beginning to make her want to try change. Amy did her best to forget the scene she saw but when alone at night she couldn’t help but feeling more and more turned on. Several days later, after a day at the pool, Amy and was relaxing in the pool bar with her friend and Jessica’s parents, whilst the man who Amy had watched have sex, served drinks. There was a moment’s eye contact between Amy and the barman, with forced a smile from his lips and a knowing wink. Later that evening, once the parents had left, it was explained to Amy that he’d known that she watched.
It had been a very odd and eye opening vacation for Amy. Not only was it was her first holiday away without the safety net of her parents, but she was with a relatively new friend who had just joined her school, Jessica. Jessica was instantly promoted to one of the coolest girls in school for her outgoing personality, unruly attitude and fashionable sense. So for anyone looking into their relationship it could be deemed as odd with Amy being the class geek and naturally introverted. But Amy found Jessica curious, and was envious of her relaxed attitude to life. With Amy coming to that age where her body was right in the middle of its development her own attitudes on things were changing quickly; so to hear some of Jessica’s sexual encounters, as outrageous as some were, were just as much disgusting as they were electrifying.
The level of detail she spoke about, the huge amounts of pleasure she experienced, and easy going nature made Amy think more and more about whether she was happy in the relationship with her boyfriend, and indeed her life. It wasn’t only the sexual nature of Amy’s relationship, though their sex life was simple, missionary, and boring in comparison to the stories she was told, that was suddenly being questioned by herself. Amy often pushed those thoughts to the back of mind and put Jessica down as a story teller and a fantasist rather than truth. That was up until she witnessed it first hand.
It was just another typical day by the pool; Amy with her book and relaxing whilst Jessica was in-between being on her phone spending a lot of time with the local bar staff. Amy would often cringe at the flirtatious nature from the exchanges but hated thinking that Amy would be just a tag along and boring. Though something was up, Jessica had been a while going back to the two bedroom apartment, Jessica’s parents were in the one on another level, that the over cautious Amy got worried. Amy gave up waiting and headed back to the room to check on everything but as soon as she opened the door she knew everything was not alright. She heard the panting, screaming, whining through the door so as she opened it the noise just got louder and louder. Amy closed the apartment door behind her and tip toed around to peek into where the noise came from, where true to her suspicion Jessica was having sex, though not sex as she knew it. Jessica was bent over the bed whilst one of the barstaff, a black local man, was fucking her violently from behind. Amy was shocked at the intensity of the man thumping his body into Jessica’s and the wild, frantic moaning from the young girl. It was clear, even though the fucking was so aggressive, that she was enjoying every part of it.
Amy watched and watched, doing her best not to get caught, as the two connected in the bedroom. She couldn’t see the detail from her position but she saw enough to have her delicate flower ache for it’s own attention. The dull throb happening beneath her bikini bottoms distracted her from the wrongness of watching but whilst she stood looking confused, shocked, aroused and curious the scene was over. The man began thrusting harder and harder until finally one last outrageous crash into Jessica and the man orgasmed loudly. That signalled a time for Amy to leave so she did, quietly, back the way she came.
When Jessica came back to the bed there was a smirk written all over her face and subtle waddle in her walk. Jessica, never shy to hide the truth, told Amy all about what happened as if Amy didn’t see it at all. She explained that men of colour were the best lovers and that she loved the way they fucked without fear. It was the usual sexually orientated story, one that Amy would normally disbelieve, but in this instance there was no denying it was true. The curious by the end of the conversation was now burrowing the seed of thought into Amy’s mind and beginning to make her want to try change. Amy did her best to forget the scene she saw but when alone at night she couldn’t help but feeling more and more turned on. Several days later, after a day at the pool, Amy and was relaxing in the pool bar with her friend and Jessica’s parents, whilst the man who Amy had watched have sex, served drinks. There was a moment’s eye contact between Amy and the barman, with forced a smile from his lips and a knowing wink. Later that evening, once the parents had left, it was explained to Amy that he’d known that she watched.