The Young Master and his Ebony Slave (Part One) - Sex Stories

The Young Master and his Ebony Slave (Part One)

... most. They were the most beautiful silver that she had ever seen. In fact, it was the first time that she had ever seen silver eyes. They were softly hidden behind long thick black lashes. She felt like such a creeper, just staring at him, though she couldn’t help herself. He was just sexy. He leaned forward sticking out a large hand that looked as if had seen its own share of hard work, but was still rather soft looking. “A-Are you ok miss? I didn’t mean to startle you like that.” ‘Oh my god! His voice!’ It was as if his voice was hand crafted by the gods of lust. It was low and silky, yet masculine. It rang in her ears and she was begging to hear of more it. Shaking her head, Denise placed her small dark hand into his large pale one. “No it’s ok. Don’t worry it. It’s my fault for not paying attention.” She replied quietly as he helped her up. She looked down at his hand and her face grew hot. ‘Oh no! I gave him the wrong hand!’ He looked down at her. He was just over 6 foot, being as she stood at an average 5 foot 6 inches. He smiled softly at her. Pearly white perfectly shaped teeth shone brightly, almost blinding her. She quickly looked away. His eyes continued down her body. She wasn’t in the best of shape. Maybe just a tad bit overweight, but there was plenty of her to love. She had slightly large hips, and an ass that every man wanted to grab onto. Her chest was rather large, she hated it, but if it meant getting attention, then why the hell not right? Her eyes were ...

... large and almond shaped, a beautiful shade of dark chocolate brown; and hidden behind short dark eyelashes. Her lips were full and never needing anything more than the occasional Chap Stick. She had a round face that had never seen a single pimple or blemish. She wasn’t perfect, but she still didn’t like the way she looked, no matter how many people told her she was beautiful, gorgeous, or sexy. The longer he looked at her, the tighter his grip on her hand seemed to get. His eyes finally made it to their hands. He raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and his smile widened. “Married?” Quickly removing her hand, she placed it behind her back and continued to avoid eye contact with him. “Y-Yeah. Going on a year actually.” Her dark skin continued to heat up. If she wasn’t married, she would’ve asked for his number by now. Of course she had the feeling that she might get rejected in the long haul. He chuckled. “Well then, marriage is a serious thing you know. Of course I wouldn’t know. I don’t plan on being married for a very long time.” He placed his hand that held hers into his pocket and stared at her more. She finally turned her head and smiled weakly. “Well, hopefully you won’t rush into it like I did. I’m only 24. Sorta missed out on wanting to experience a life filled with fun and excitement.” She shrugged and folded her arms under her chest. She looked up him, regardless of how gorgeous he was, she was still annoyed over the fact that he almost ran into her. “Wow you’re only ...