Gisele's Story - Sex Stories

Gisele's Story

... Hugely muscular black males were in each photo of the article – with them a toned, sexy, smiling white woman. Her hand would be on his six pack abs, or she’d be kneeling in front of him, or his hand would be on her fairly large and muscular butt. I shook my head, shrugging, putting the magazine back on the rack to continue my grocery shopping. That night, after making dinner for Ian, like I did every night he was home, I mentioned looking through a copy of the magazine at the store; joking I might be the only white girl there. “Hope I don’t come across too dorky,” I joked. “Ha! They may get you to pose in the magazine. Or better yet, meet a nice black man and date him. I’m sure your father would hate that!” Ian joked. He was right, my dad would hate it if I was dating a black man. But there was one thing my father would hate even more. “Shut up!” I playfully said, swatting at his shoulder. I grabbed the dishes, cleaning them like usual. We spent the next few days together, just hanging out, I lost count of how many times I wanted to grab and kiss him. Dropping him off at the airport, I tearfully said goodbye. He said he’d let me know when he landed. Arriving at his home, I called my mother, saying hello, cleaned things up a bit, and picked out some clothes for the start of my internship the next day. Stepping out of the shower the next morning, I let the towel drop, passing in front of the mirror. I stopped myself, doing a double take at my naked body. I was 5’9”, a ...

... fairly athletic looking hourglass figure, long blonde hair. I grabbed my decent sized breasts, they weren’t super huge, but were certainly a handful. Turning around I looked at my ass, “Not bad,” I thought. The image of a dark skin hand resting at the rise of my butt cheeks flashed in the mirror. It was similar to how some of the women posed in the magazine I looked through. I giggled and shook my head, while changing into my modest, work-appropriate dress. Chapter 2 I was greeted that morning by two women: a tall blonde, maybe late 30s named Devin, and an even taller Latina woman named Fernanda. Both women were wearing sexy, tight cocktail dresses, showing off their legs, their curves, their cleavage – these were dresses I’d expect to see women wear at a nightclub, not to a workplace. Both women were very polite. Fernanda seemed friendlier of the two, smiling more, not as serious and as down-to-business like Devin was. They led me through the various offices and cubicles to a small conference room. Looking around I noticed the employees were all women. I found it curious that they were all white as well. I guess I wasn’t going to be the only one there. Fernanda, most likely of Latin American decent, was the only non-white woman there. I also discovered I was very overdressed! Of all the employees I saw on my way to the conference room, they were all wearing similar short dresses. We walked by a small photo studio. I saw two blonde women with very large, muscular butts, wearing ...