The Baddie Neighbor Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

The Baddie Neighbor Ch. 04

To start let me extend my continued thanks to my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru and kenjisato. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.

That said this is the next of an unknown number of chapters in an interracial and raceplay story. That means there will be racial slurs, yes including that one, in the text. Sometimes used by a character with malice in the proper context of the story as it establishes characters personalities and sometimes used in a sexual context between consenting individuals engaged in raceplay. Not every chapter will use those slurs the same way if at all. Just be forewarned from the start if you aren't comfortable with raceplay and its attendant use of language, this series may not be for you.

Read through to the end for a preview of my new series, The Sweetest Berry.

Chapter 4

Pressure on Brian's bladder brought him out of deep sleep. When his eyes fluttered open, it was to the sight of Nia, naked to the waist, straddling his hips and slowly rocking back and forth. Her eyes were closed, and the vestiges of dark-purple eyeshadow clung to her lids, while massive umber-hued breasts and long loose coal-black hair swung gently in time with her shifting hips. A quiet grunt reached his ears each time her ass rolled back to his thighs.

With a croaking voice, "What the hell?"

"Mmmm, I thought I felt you wake up. I hope you ...

... don't mind, but I couldn't wait, and you looked kinda cute while you were sleeping. Your cock was awake though, the fucker was poking my ass and woke me up just begging to play."

"Where's Kali?"

"Why? Am I not enough?" She rocked back hard on his stiff shaft and got a grunt from Brian for her effort.

"Shit... oh, just asking." He felt her rise up so that his cock was half out of her pussy before slamming herself back down to fill herself. "Goddamn!"

"Don't worry, Brian, she is in the kitchen." Leaning forward, her breasts pressed hard and heavy on his chest as she kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "Like a good black girl should for her big white daddy." She sat up straight and still, feeling him filling her. Sparkling eyes and a mischievous grin pinned him to the bed almost as much as her weight.

"Christ, Nia. Why do you talk like that?"

"Don't like it?" A laugh filled the room and she rocked on him hard. "I know you do. You get so hard and horny when I do. Not to mention all the shit you say when we fuck. Call me nigger and everything! Bad ass white boy calling his black side piece, pieces, nigger while he fucks them."

Brian grabbed her hips and started to push, with lips pursed, like he had bit a lemon.

Sitting upright, she grabbed his hands and brought them up to her tits, holding them in place and rocking gently. "Oh, don't be mad, baby. I am fucking with you. It is fun fucking white guys and talking like this. You all get so nervous at ...