Rachel. Part 3: Sinning In Color. - Sex Stories

Rachel. Part 3: Sinning In Color.

... she had taken up to using foul language a lot. Before that, she was all well-spoken, but since then it was pussy, cock, asshole, and so on. It had taken Jenny a while to get used to it.

“Fine, so what’s the plan here?”

Rachel rubbed her palms together and grinned. “I got his number and we talked briefly about meeting for drinks. All I have to do is call him and tell him I’m bringing a friend.”

“And then what? Hey, Marcus, would you like to fuck both of us?”

“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”

“Honey, I know you don’t have much experience mixing work with sex, but let me tell you. This town might be big, but in the circles you, I, and this Marcus dude move in, is quite small. We don’t want to end up being the town sluts. It could ruin our reputation.”

“Shit, I guess you are right. What then?” said Rachel in frustration.

“Can we agree we want a black guy?”

“Sure, I’m down for that.”

“Ok, the other day I had to take some papers over to a client and while I was driven across town, I saw one of those centers for immigrants. You know, where they go to get help with the immigration status, can get signed up for classes and such.”

“Sure, what about it?”

“The one I saw seemed to be for immigrants from Africa.”

A smile grew on Rachel’s face. “You are a smart girl, of course, those guys have no idea who we are, or where we work, and they don’t mix with the people we know. But, what about the language barrier, STD, and whatnot?”

Jenny shrugged her ...

... shoulders. “How hard can it be, point at his dick, then at us, and make fucking moves. We will use condoms.”

“C’mon, a fucking condom? How lame is that? When I fuck, I want to feel the dude’s skin against mine, and how his cock begins to jerk, and then that hot cum deep in my pussy.”

Jenny sighed. Again, with the language. She was glad no one heard them. “Look, I care about my pussy and my health. I don’t want to get some STD from some dude who might have stuck his dick in everything from Tanzania to here or wherever he came from. If you want to take that risk, that’s fine with me.”

Rachel sipped on her drink and lit a cigarette. This was something new she had begun to do, smoking. She had never smoked before. Rachel cleared her throat and blew out a couple of smoke rings. “I get it and I agree. We have to be careful. But, are you on or not?”

Jenny thought for a moment. She knew Rachel would do it anyway, it didn’t matter what she said so she might as well go along and get fucked while keeping her friend safe. “I’m on.”

A couple of days later Jenny picked up Rachel outside her work in her BMW M3. They had decided over the phone to cruise the area where Jenny had seen the shelter and hopefully come across some guy willing to fuck them. They were both dressed for the occasion and their coworkers had commented on their tight short dresses and heels. Both had said they had a date later that evening. Rachel was dressed in black while Jenny had a cream-colored dress. Their ...