The Old Black Man Around the Corner - Sex Stories

The Old Black Man Around the Corner

... really set off the blackness of his legs and arms. Sandy wondered if she was doing the right thing being alone with him but he had always been polite so she felt more relaxed. As he led her to the couch, she couldn’t help but smell a strange odor, one that she had smelled at school before. Not a bad smell though. She sat on the couch as the black man went to the kitchen. She noticed how clean he kept the house. The furniture was old but nice. For some reason being there was exciting to Sandy although she didn’t know why. He returned with the glasses of tea and sat down beside her on the couch. Sandy chatted away and the black man listened, and strangely every time he remarked…he placed his hand lightly on her knee. It was sort of titillating to Sandy but she didn’t say anything about it. She wanted to appear more adult like. Again, she noticed the bulge in his shorts becoming larger. Sir, “do you think that I am attractive?” Sandy blurted out. She couldn’t believe that she said that. “Oh, indeed yes Miss Sandy. You are a very pretty lady with a nice figure,” the black man answered. “You probably have guys in school wanting to date you.” “Not really that much. My mother doesn’t allow me to go on dates unless there is an adult present,” Sandy admitted. “Miss Sandy, have you ever been on a date with one of the black fellows in your school…or alone with a black man?” He asked. Sandy was a little shocked at that question. “Well no. Not that I am opposed to it…just never ...

... occurred,” she sheepishly answered. “I have watched some interracial sites on the internet with some girlfriends. They were quite naughty but exciting also. Especially to a girl my age,” Sandy admitted. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that I told you that. I had better go now. I’m really sorry about that,” she nervously said. “Don’t worry my dear. I’ve seen a number of those sites as well. There is something very exciting about different skin colors loving on each other,” the black man countered. “I tell you what. I’ve got a video fed from my computer to the TV that I think you would enjoy. Let me play it for you. In fact, I’ll empty this tea and pour a couple of glasses of wine to enjoy it with. How about that?” the black man offered. “Please Sir, I had better go. I’m afraid that I might enjoy it too much and get in trouble. I’m a good girl and don’t want to put myself in a position not to be,” she pleaded. “No disrespect, but I’m only 18 years old and have never been with a man alone in his house….a much older black man at that.” “Don’t worry, no harm will come to you. Trust me,” he sheepishly answered. The old man knew this was the window of opportunity and would do anything to keep this pretty white morsel in his house for awhile. As he stood up to go and get the wine, Sandy shockingly saw the head of his black penis pop out from the leg of his shorts. Chills ran through her. She had never seen that before and it was intimidating. “Okay, I will stay for a little while. Just please be ...