Taking The Thompson Women 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Taking The Thompson Women 1 by loyalsock

... cock. Ella was too shocked to notice her daughter's tone, &#034Mya Thompson! Where did you learn to use that kind of language?&#034 &#034What? That's what she says.&#034 Mya replied defensively. &#034Still that's no way to talk,&#034 she said stiffly. Ella went on to explain that Bill wanted to go over math before the coming school year. Mya happily consented, and Ella was f***ed to wonder whether or not Bill was having sex with Mya as well, and if she should bring up the subject. But Ella was cut off by a stock trader on his cell phone, and the opportunity passed. ** When Mya became sexually attracted to white guys was something she could never trace. She couldn't recall any one incident that made her hot for the opposite race. Perhaps it was her friends, who gossiped about their boyfriends. Almost all of the girls were white, and all their boyfriends were white. They bragged about sex, and some, especially Chelsea loved to go into detail. Mya loved these talks, but she had never acted on these lustful impulses, even when white boys had asked her out in her school, she always chickened out. Instead her sexual fantasies had become much more intense as she searched for a sexual outlet for her desires. Her porn habits were all centered on black women being dominated and controlled by white men. She often pictured herself in the roles of the women, being roughly handled and taken by a powerful cock. Mya felt a thrill run through her body when the doorbell rang. He was here! ...

... Her stomach tightened, and she took one last look in a hallway mirror as she ran down the stairs to answer the door. Mya opened the door to see me. I looked her up and down, and I knew just from the way she looked that I was going to fuck her eventually. Mya was dressed a pair of short shorts and a tank top and she was wearing her contacts. But it was what she had done with her face and hair that gave away her lust. She was fully made up, and I could see that she was not wearing a bra, as her chocolate nipples peaked through her white top as a cool breeze picked up. She saw I was looking, and she made no attempt to cover herself, in fact, she subconsciously stuck out her chest so I could get a better look. She smiled nervously and said, &#034Hey Bill!&#034 &#034Hey,&#034 I said, smiling. She stumbled over her words, &#034S-so how's Chelsea?&#034 she asked. &#034Getting ready for her sl**p away party. Looking for swimsuits. You're going, right?&#034 &#034Uh, yeah, sure!&#034 &#034That's cool.&#034 I said. &#034So... Would you like to get started?&#034 she asked, heading towards the kitchen to help him study. &#034Actually, I was wondering if we could do this in your room? I've been working out all day, and I think it would do me some good if I could lay down?&#034 &#034Okay!&#034 she replied, a little too eagerly. A picture of him on her bed was already in her head. She was already getting a little excited and moist between the legs. That day, I began to work on her. It didn't ...