Interracial Profiling Gone Wrong - Sex Stories

Interracial Profiling Gone Wrong

... wearing a tight fitting club dress that showed off her curves and left her legs exposed all the way up to her upper thighs. She had on a pair of heals that almost looked like stripper would wear while she danced around a pole on a bar in some shady club. It never ceases to amaze me who these women pass judgment on me, thinking I'm some degenerate who's going to **** them when they are walking around dressed like a whore you might see in a porn movie. I;m thinking she's probably got a k** or two at home, and a husband, and she's going to church on Sunday to sing in the choir. But on Friday night she's dressed like a stripper out gyrating her hips in some dance club for fun, constantly pulling down the hem of her dress trying to keep panties showing. If you didn't want your panties to show bitch, put on a longer dress. At that moment, as she was bending over the snack machine, she wasn't doing a good job keeping herself unexposed. It startled the hell out of her to turn around and see me standing there. She gasped as the dropped her bag of cool ranch Doritos on the floor. She leaned back against the glass of snack machine and averted her eyes slightly while her lips quivered. "Jeez!" I'm thinking, "Am I that scary standing here in my robe?" I slowly bent down to pick up her bag of Doritos and started to hand them to her. She drew back as far as she could and without even looking at me said almost crying, "You can have them, just please don't hurt me." On any other day, I might ...

... have tried to explain myself or just turned around and walked the other way. But not today. I had had it. I didn't feel sorry for this white bitch. I didn't care. The preview of that white actress getting pounded from behind in the porn movie by a hung black man flashed in my mind. The look on the actresses face mimicked what I saw on this brunette's face--a mixture of fear and desire, partly wanting to escape, partly wanting to submit to a powerful alpha male. Slowly, I pulled back my hand and opened the bag of Doritos and said. "You know something. You don't even know me. All you see is a black man. I think, you don't want to see anything else. You want me to play this part." I put a chip in my mouth and chewed it up. "Look at me. I said look at me." She turned her eyes toward me. They were blue. Looking at ehr closer now, I could see she was definitely a brunette with neatly trimmed brown eyebrows, but she had blonde highlights streaked through her hair. Sh';d painted her lips a deep red for her night out on the town and they made her teeth look perfectly white. I untied the knot on my robe and it swung open. I did not have my boxers on underneath (as I had just been preparing to masturbate to a porn movie in my bed a couple minutes ago). The white slut's eyes dropped down to my hanging black cock and her breath caught in her throat. It was not erect, but it was probably still a good 7 or 8 inches. I am well-endowed and I was previewing porn just minutes earlier. The girls ...