The Real Deal - Sex Stories

The Real Deal

"What did you say?" The young white man asked, unafraid of the taller black teen. "I said move, bitch." He pressed, getting face to face with the stranger, his friends backing him up. That's when a smirk crossed the white man's face, and he took a step back. "How would you like to fuck my girlfriend?" The Real Deal There was a moment of silence before the words registered in his head. "Say what?" He asked, confused and shocked by the sudden change in conversation. Mike smiled wider and held back a laugh. "I asked if you would like to have sex with my girlfriend." He repeated to the astonished black teens. Mike was a young white man in his early 20s, short dark hair with a stubble goatee and a slightly crooked nose. He was handsome enough, but lacked the muscle or size to be really attractive. Standing in the grocery store parking lot and now laughing as they looked around at each other, he felt it was time to explain. "Okay here's the deal: provided you comply with two rules, I'll let you fuck my girlfriend." Hands on his hips, he waited on their response. "You shittin' me, man." The young black teen said, looking at Mike like he was crazy. Scratching behind his ear, he shuffled his feet and tried to explain further. "Look it's really simple: My girlfriend and I are looking for black guys to help us make porn for our website." This got their full attention. "But you have to agree to two things before we'll even consider you." He said, putting on a serious face. "How we know ...

... you ain't lyin'?" One teen said, getting the group to nod their heads in agreement. "You can ask my girlfriend when she gets here." Mike said, nodding his head in the direction of a woman coming their way. Walking up the parking lot was Janice, an attractive 23 year old red head. With shoulder length hair, a small nose, freckles, and a tight t-shirt that hugged her medium C cupped sized breasts. Her tight jeans squeezing her backside as her hips swayed and she stepped up beside Mike. "Don't tell me you started already." She said looking frustrated at him. "I haven't told them everything yet, but they're interested." He replied, smiling proudly as he put his arm around her waist. "Dis yo girl?" The main teen asked, his eyebrows high as he studied her up and down. "Yup this is Janice. I never got your name though." Mike asked. "Jamal." He answered. "Well Jamal and friends I have some slightly bad news: We're only looking for one black guy at a time right now. In the future we could do more, but right now Janice hasn't worked up to it." "Don't worry though, the offer is still for all of you." Janice followed up, giving a wink to the group. "So what rules?" Jamal asked, a smile growing on his face. "It's really simple: First you prove you're clean. You'll go down to the free clinic and get tested, and they'll give you a piece of paper that shows all the STDs and if you have them or not. Prove that you're completely clean-" Janice cut him off mid sentence. "And you can have your ...