Waiting Tables

Kiana was dressed and ready to work. She figured it was another Friday night to make money serving bad food to guys that came to look at her tits and ass. Working at Hooters was not her lifelong dream, but it paid the bills and gave her the spending money she wanted. She thought about going back to nursing school but felt the new car was more a need than a want at the time and paying it off meant working at Hooters longer. At twenty-three she still thought that time was on her side and earning money was a top priority.

She drove into the only real exciting place in town as she knew the town was not known for anything other than being a poor Southern town where people did nothing. It was not only poor, but there were only two sit-down restaurants to eat at and her restaurant was one of them. The only thing she did like was the dinner crowd for Friday night which was always her big night and getting on the schedule sometimes was a pain in the ass. She managed it where she promised to close up which meant staying late but it was worth it if it meant being on the schedule every Friday night.

At work, with a quick check in the bathroom, she made sure her shirt was down just enough for her cleavage to show. She checked to see that her chocolate skin of her breasts showed just enough and yet not too much at the same time. Most of the girls she knew wore push up bras to accentuate what they had but she never needed that as she just made sure her breasts showed off their natural cleavage.

She didn't't need to check her ass as the tight-fitting shorts rode right up the crack of her ass. She knew she didn't have some petite white girl ass and her thick butt was just right for all men of all races to love. Her legs were strong and not some chicken stick legs that some of the other girls had. It was a habit, but she knew it had to be done once she stepped on the scale to check her weight. She looked down to see it hadn't moved since last week. The weight she did have was in all the right places too she felt. She knew tonight she looked perfect with her long black flowing hair down and makeup that was spot on.

As she served mostly men, she didn't count the tips but knew tonight was a decent night. The few black guys that came in all stared at her ass and she knew it, but she made sure to bend forward a bit more when the white guys were in her section too. She figured the white guys loved her breasts and the black men adored her ass. The flaunting of her body was not what she wanted to do in life, but it paid the bills and white guys tipping to see her chest made her feel at ease that they liked what they saw even if it was her black skin.

The small town was not too small, but she did know a few of the people that walked in, and it felt like everyone sat in the regular seats sometimes. Kiana knew to play nice and flirt when possible, always asking the guys what they did and how they liked the food. It was playful banter she felt and crossing the line was something she knew not to do since nobody in the town was seemingly worth it. She remembered the past mistake with Jay'Lyn and knew not to mess around with the customers or make boyfriends out of them.

Tips came in as she hustled table to table like a pro knowing how much time to spend talking to the customers and when to leave to help her other tables. She felt like it was a dance and that each table was a tip of her doing her act. She smiled all the time and hated that she loved how men seemed to stare at her body like she was a goddess but knew that her body was what they were tipping. The men still asked her out from time to time and tonight a few white guys made a pass at her asking if she would give them her number. They were polite about it and took the rejection in stride and left a good tip too.

It was the end of her shift and almost closing time when she saw two men walk in. There were only a few customers left and nobody in her section. She could see that they looked like hunters all dressed up in camo, but it was the one guy she noticed was quite built. He took off his hat when he walked in and could see his dark brown hair and his strong looking face that had a bit of stubble on it. She looked down more to see that he was quite tall and muscular too. He was not a typical redneck that had a beer belly and looked ragged either.

Not one to check out white customers in a sexual way, she couldn't help but think he was really handsome and probably dating some petite little white girl that giggled like a school-girl all the time. His friend was younger and smaller but also well kept. She wondered about the two but figured they were friends and out doing man stuff since they dressed like they were outdoorsmen.

With the normal welcome greeting and a friendly smile, she sat them at one of her tables and figured they would be the last customers for the night, and she could close up and head home. She served them each a beer noting that when she checked their ID the stronger guy was only twenty-six and his friend was twenty-one. They ordered burgers and she cleaned up her area liking that there was no more cleaning after her one table was done.

Deciding to sit with them to pass the few minutes she had, she smiled and asked what they were hunting. The younger guy glanced at her cleavage as she knew he would and replied that they were hunting boar. She turned to the stronger guy, and he looked at her eyes making her smile that he wasn't tempted by her large chest that openly displayed her generous assets.

"So, what do you guys do?" she asked, making sure she batted her eyes and kept her big flirtatious smile up.

"Mechanic," the bigger guy said, still looking at her brown eyes making her think he was a gentleman in a place not known for it.

"Just in college," the younger guy answered as his eyes were clearly on her chest but struggling to look up. She knew most men could not help but look at her DD cup breasts, and his staring was proof that she was doing her job and it might get a bigger tip.

"So, what about you?" the stronger guy asked as he seemed more interested in her face.

It was a simple question that seemed rhetorical since she was serving them their food, but he didn't seem like a guy that would ask a dumb question. She wondered quickly how to answer it but then just came out with the honest answer as she knew it was just small talk anyway.

"Just working here and making money," she answered, figuring a quick honest answer would end it.

"Saving up for college or something big?" he asked. His words stung knowing she was skipping out on her nursing degree since she was now paying her car payment and spending money of nice things.

A bit of anger came to her as she saw his eyes just reading her almost telling her she was not doing the right thing. Deep down she felt some guilt but him bringing it up and not even knowing her stung hard. He was not saying it in a mean way as it was still small talk, but she felt the guilt and needed to control the conversation like she always did with customers.

"Nah... just enjoying life. So, what brings you here of all places?" she responded, wanting to mention without saying that they were at Hooters of all places, and they were there for one real reason.

"You're the only place open at this time," the stronger guy answered not missing a beat and she knew he was right. It was almost midnight and the other restaurant closed two hours ago.

She got up smiling not wanting to keep the small talk going as she felt his questions were more of a guilt trip. "Well, let me go get your food and see if I can get you guys out of here at a decent hour."

Walking to the grill, she wondered if he was looking at her ass or was one of those white guys that would have rather had a petite white server with a small ass. She knew he did not say anything mean but him not flirting and looking at her eyes gave her a guilt trip feel. The other guy he was with at least looked at her big tits as she knew he was at least interested and knew what Hooters was about.

She came back forcing herself to smile and gave them their food asking if they needed anything else. They declined and she decided to put on some sweatpants so when they paid, she could leave. They were the only two other customers in the place and the other girls were counting their tips. She didn't want to be too rude and start counting with the other girls and sat close to them keeping an eye out if they did need something.

They asked for the check and Kiana gave it to them and collected their plates. They left and she walked back to see that the stronger guy left a fifty-dollar tip for a thirty-dollar meal. She wondered if she was being too judgmental but then wondered if it was a slight that she needed the money for college. She ran through the reasons for the large tip and then decided to forget about it and leave.

She walked out to her Dodge Hellcat and saw the two by a large pickup truck. She shook her head seeing the Confederate flag as a license plate cover and figured that they really did want one of the petite white girls instead of her. They were parked a few spaces from her car, and she wondered if they would say anything to her.

The closer she got to her car she saw something was off. Once she got close enough, she saw the flat tire. "Fuck," she hissed out, trying to figure out in her head what to do.

She then looked over at the stronger white guy coming over. He looked at her confused and then the flat tire on her car no longer giving a confused look. "You have a spare? I can change it for you."

The moment he offered she had a bit a guilt that she thought he was mean or that he thought less of her. As he walked closer, she got a sense of relief that he was there to help as well. She popped her trunk knowing that's where the spare was and nothing else about how to change a tire.

He walked over and lifted the trunk, and she felt her heart drop with embarrassment as she knew she forgot about the clothes she had in the trunk. Sometimes a quick change is needed and keeping spare clothes was a must, but she saw her red lace thong panties right out in the open for him to see. Before she could say a word and feeling the embarrassment flow through her, he moved her panties over and grabbed the spare tire. He then moved them again to get the jack to lift the car.

She saw his muscles flex and knew that he had to have spent time in the gym and the embarrassment of him seeing and touching her panties seemed worse. Not saying a word and hoping he wouldn't either she deflected, "Thank you so much for doing this."

"Oh, no problem. Just glad I was here to help," he responded in what she knew was a kind of macho tone. Even though it sounded very masculine, she felt like it suited him and the moment making it sexy.

The other guy he was with was on his phone ignoring them and letting his friend do all of the work. She watched him get on his knees and look under the car. Him being the guy to help a girl made her feel that he was a genuinely nice guy but still wondered about him a bit.

Thinking that he had a girlfriend and maybe didn't want to feel ashamed looking at her popped in her head. "So, you have a girlfriend to go home to?"

He didn't look up but began placing the jack where it needed to go. As he began jacking the car up, he looked up at her. "No, just me. I figure you got a boyfriend though. I know you can't tell people that working at Hooters, but you need to have him change the tire. It's defective."

Her mind thought back to Jay'Lyn and how he just used her for money and was not even willing to get a job. Kiana also knew he was right about mentioning boyfriends at work as it cut down on the amount of tips she got.

She then thought about him assuming she had a boyfriend and questioned him for thinking that. "I am single, but what makes you think I have a man?"

He smiled and continued to jack the car up. "Well, that's the first time I assumed something only to find out I was wrong about it. Sorry about that."

His smiled was calming as he did look cute for a white guy and from what she could tell had a hot body too. He assuming still had her wondering as she probed to find her answer. "Why did you think I had a man at home though?"

"Well, not trying to judge or be forward. I just assumed someone as gorgeous as you would definitely have a man at home. Unless my judgment on mankind is off. Either way... not trying to hit on you or anything, just saying."

The moment he said it she couldn't help blushing and feeling like she was pretty enough for any man and not just black guys. His compliment was something she hadn't heard and was overly sweet and even more so since he was changing her tire. The doubts about him not liking her faded quick as she knew from what he said that he thought she was pretty. It wasn't the first time a guy said it and it was like every other customer that mentioned it, but something about the way he said it hit home. She never dated a white guy but knew a few of them were hot looking as she put him into that category too.

"Awww you sweet. Thank you again for changing my tire and helping me out," she answered back smiling, feeling warm inside that he made such a great compliment to her. Her mind thinking about how this guy was still single with a come on that would make most girls cream themselves.

He then reached for the tool to take off the bolts on the wheel and looked at her. "Oh, it's no problem. The least I could do to save face for men."

"So, what about you? You telling me that no girl got you either?" Kiana asked, wondering how a guy so polite and good looking was without a girl. She knew that any of the white girls she worked with would date him or at least fuck him.

"Had one, didn't work out," he answered pulling the flat from her car.

She watched him lift up the spare and line it up on the bolts like it was nothing. The way the muscles in his arms felt gave her a sudden chill that went straight to her core. Feeling her body temperature get warmer, she couldn't help but stare at his body and face wondering how the fuck he was not with at least a dozen girls.

There is no way he is interested in a black girl working at Hooters she reminded herself over and over, looking at his muscular body as he changed her tire. She knew that he was a good old southern boy but was not from around here as he had a nice truck, was polite and was really good looking. She figured he was being polite and was just a gentleman and no way was interested in black girls.

The urge to push him for another compliment came to her but before she thought of something to say he was tightening the tire up and looked at her. "You do have a nice car. Have to compliment you on your taste. Never expected a girl to have a car like this."

Kiana smiled wide liking that he liked her car too. "Thank you. I liked it when I saw it and wanted something with a kick. So... what's your name?"

"Rick," he responded as he then got to his feet and rolled the flat tire to the trunk. The moment he did she quickly moved to the trunk and stashed her panties under the other clothes hiding them.

Kiana knew that he really did help her out and would have waited hours to find one of her girlfriend's boyfriends to come out and do this for her. Him being so nice about it and cute gave her a sense of owing him too. "You really did save me. Thank you so much for this."

He smiled at her and went back to the jack. "Oh, it's nothing."

He then checked the tire and then began to lower the car. She couldn't help feeling indebted to him and also turned on that he was such a gentleman and hot too. It was like a combination of having a strong hot man do something sweet without asking or expecting a reward.

As he got up, she smiled at him again making sure to smile wide and hopefully know that she was flirting without being obvious. "You are such a nice guy. I really do appreciate this."

"Don't worry about it. You need to drive safe and not too fast. You need to change that tire out as soon as you can too."

As Rick walked away, she let her eyes drift to his pants hating that his camo pants hid his ass. She knew that if he wasn't wearing hunting clothes, she would have let her eyes feast on his ass. He was the perfect type for most girls as he was tall, strong and handsome as she wondered what girl would have fucked it up with him. There was no way he was a deadbeat or abusive she felt and knew that it had to be something she did to ruin it.

***

The next day she changed the tire out thinking of Rick and how he saved her. Not having to work for a couple of days made her think about Rick and how he looked and his manners. She wondered if he was black if she would have flirted more. She never thought about dating or having sex with a white guy, but now thought about it, wondering if she was being shallow for keeping her dating pool limited.

While getting all of her stuff done around the house, she still thought about how a white guy helped her out and thought she was gorgeous. It was something she heard from every other customer but something about him saying it stuck with her, making her think more about what it would be like to date a white guy. In her mind, she thought about how he seemed to fit the profile of just another Redneck, but something seemed off and that she knew there was more. Seeing him again probably would not happen but the idea of a good-looking guy like him giving her the attention now made its way into the regret pile of not asking for his number or flirting more with him.

The week was going well and being on the schedule to close Friday as normal made her think it was just another normal week. There was a party on Saturday at Michelle's house and the idea of maybe finding a guy or just kicking it seemed a perfect weekend. She thought maybe about going to her parents on Sunday and told her mother a strong maybe that she would be there. It all depended upon how much she drank and if there was anything else going on.

It was almost closing time on Friday and she let her mind drift to Rick again. There were no customers and the other girls and she put on sweatpants and began counting tips. When she heard a truck pull up, her head turned to see who was coming in right before closing time. She couldn't see who was coming in until she saw Rick strolling in the door. Her heart dropped seeing that he showed up again but knew it was right before closing time. Like last time, he was wearing camo pants and a simple grey t-shirt.

"Hey stranger," she said giving him a warm smile, liking that he showed but knowing that she was not in uniform but wearing sweatpants. It was something that the manager allowed as he was laid back with the girls who closed.

"Hi Kiana," he said giving a warm smile back, giving her chills that he was there and dread that she was not showing off her body other than her breasts.

Kiana knew that the cook was about to clean up and wouldn't take late orders but might make something easy. "Shit, we are about to close. I can ask the cook if he can make something quick."

Not wanting him to leave, she walked over to Mike who was the Friday night cook. "Can you make something quick?"

Crystal turned to her as she was putting a plate on the counter. "Who is the hottie at your table?"

The moment she said it, a sense of ownership ran through her as he hit on her last week, and she wanted to make sure she properly flirted with him. Crystal had breasts that were smaller than hers that she still flaunted, but her ass with a nice curve to it that really made the guys look. She was peppy and flirtatious, and Kiana knew she would break a man in two with her constant needy behavior. The worst part was she had a boyfriend and was just going to flirt with him and ruin her chance of talking with Rick.

"He is mine," Kiana stated with authority but not sounding too possessive.

"Ohhh, so you gonna try and hit it? Damm, I would leave Jess for him in a heartbeat. He is hot as fuck." Her eyes opened wide as her smile did the same.

"I know girl and I plan on having him," Kiana replied not thinking about what she just said, but it just came out.

"Here, take this chicken sandwich. I ain't making nothing else and the grill is off," Mike said as he slid the plate over to her. It was probably a left over or something he made for himself, either way she knew it was something to offer him.

"Girl, you playing him or you serious about him?" Crystal asked as she thought she was just flirting but wondered if he was really into her.

"Just being nice. He helped me out last week with my car. The tire went flat, and he changed it, just talking with him is all. You know I don't go for white guys," Kiana answered but knew that the thing about the white guys was only temporary and she did think about possibly dating one.

"Hmm.. mmm. I think you want him girl," Crystal joked as she felt that she was kinda right but didn't want to lead her on or admit she was right.

She gave her a slight look and came back putting the food on the table smiling that she got him some food. "I got you a chicken sandwich. You want a beer or something else that doesn't need to be cooked?"

"Oh.. thank you. This looks great. Yeah, I can take a beer. Whatever is on tap," he responded and smiled at her, making her feel giddy that she was able to serve him and return the debt she knew she owed him.

She grabbed a pint glass and filled it with some Yuengling and then came back. As she walked towards him, she got another look at his strong muscles of his arms and strong looking jaw. He looked almost scary and yet was knowingly sweet making her feel aroused by his presence.

She sat across from him as he just started to eat. "So, did you come back to see me?"

It was an obvious flirt, and she knew it but still didn't care. He then looked at her smiling. "You're the only place open."

Kiana knew he was right but felt she wanted to have him admit that he liked her and came back to see her. "If I knew you were coming, I would have stayed in uniform."

He stopped eating and gave a smirking smile like he couldn't be bothered that she was not showing off her ass. "If I came for you, it wouldn't be to see your ass."

Kiana knew that her ass and tits were two of her best assets and that her ass had meat and a perfect curve to it. She knew all the men both black and white looked at it when she walked away. With them sitting down, it was where their eyes were most of the time if they weren't looking at her chest. Him not thinking that she had an ass was either a flirt or dismissing what she knew attracted men.

Thinking it was a flirt, she stood up with a shocked smile. "You don't think I have a nice butt?"

Before he could respond, she pulled down her sweatpants revealing her ass to him. He then smiled as she presented her ass to him. "I think you have a great butt. But I wouldn't come here just to look at you like an object. Besides, your eyes and smile really made me come to see you."

It was a flirt by him and something that a guy would say to sound neutral about coming to Hooters, but she knew it was true in his case from him not looking last week. She still felt that she had a rocking body and that he wasn't seeing all of her or was lying about not noticing her breasts and ass too.

"So, you telling me that you never once looked at my chest?" she asked, smirking and wanting him to admit to noticing her large tits.

He took a sip of his beer and returned her smirk with one of his own. "Of course, I noticed them... you're showing them off in that shirt."

"Do you like them? Think they are too big?" she asked probing his desire in women. This urge to understand him grew in her like a passion as she knew he was not some ordinary white guy and that something in her wanted him in a way. It wasn't a straight sexual need, but she knew it was something.

His eyes opened wide, and he took a very large drink of his beer. "You're asking me if I think your breasts are big and if I like them?"

She knew she struck something and sat down and leaned forward for him to get a good look at her chocolate skinned cleavage that she knew was out in the open. Never before was she so open about it and was happy nobody was around as it was not something she would want other people to hear. Her heart beat a bit faster knowing the flirting was now at a higher level too.

"Yeah... I am. You think my black breasts are nice... better than the white girls here?" Kiana pressed as she wanted to know if he found her black body attractive compared to Crystal's who she knew was at the bar watching them.

She could see him blushing slightly and that he was not prepared for that blunt question. "Well... since you put it that way. Wow. I would have to say yes."

Her smile came on strong as she felt the flutters in her body from the flirting getting to her. It was not something she ever did but having a man like him squirm got her turned on making the jitters she was feeling get worse. "I knew it... you are holding back on me. You are dying to look at my tits, aren't you?"

She never once offered to expose herself to anyone and the chance to do it happened at least twice a week. The cash offers ranged from a hundred to five hundred dollars to show her tits to men, but never once did she take it. Now she knew if he asked, she would show him but the urge to willingly offer brewed deep in her.

"Wow. Would never just ask you to see your boobs," Rick answered and then took another drink of his beer, finishing it off as she knew he was almost nervous.

Inside she knew that she couldn't help herself and that she wanted him to see her and want her. Without pause, she decided to go for the kill. "I know... but do you want to see them?"

She watched his eyes light up making her smile in return; liking that she had him on the ropes and was making him squirm from their flirting. "You plan on showing me them here?"

Kiana gave her big smile to him knowing she was going to reveal her double d cup chocolate breasts to a white guy, but also knowing he was a sweet hot white guy that deserved to look at them. The excitement of knowing she was going to do it was mixed with the anticipation of taking flirting to another level. She thought about the "what if?" and knew that if he tried to kiss her, she would give in.

With a blink of her eyes, she then looked over to see who was watching. As Crystal and Tammy stared at her back, she knew flashing Rick at the table was not going to happen. She then figured a bit of privacy might help. In her thoughts she figured after work she could just do it in the parking lot and maybe kiss and get his number.

"No... not here. When you are done, I will be by my car," she said as she then got up and took his empty glass ready to fill it up again.

When she walked over to fill his drink, Crystal walked over to her smiling. "You really hitting on him. He is really hot too."

"We just talking. You know I like black guys," she joked back, knowing that this time she was going to give it a try with a white guy. It was a lie, and in her mind she knew that the moment she let her feelings out that it would be all over the restaurant that she liked white guys now.

Walking back to him the jitters came to her as she knew the promise of a tit flash was there. It was a simple flash she felt and not worthy of being deemed a slut. The girls in New Orleans do it all the time and nobody calls them slutty she felt as she gave him a second beer.

"Ohhh thank you," he responded taking the beer. She then looked over and saw Crystal walking towards them.

Rick took a big sip and finished the last bit of his chicken sandwich and looked up at Crystal as she gave a big flirty smile. "I can get you a refill."

When Crystal offered him a refill, Kiana knew that she was trying to score with him. She didn't want to act jealous, but the anger was there. She looked at her coworker who had the typical straight blonde hair and a cheerleader body and wondered if that was what he wanted. Most of the other men who did come in fawned over her petite body and cute southern charm personality.

"No thanks, Kiana gave me enough. I need to go anyway," he answered but his eyes looked right at hers and not Crystal's.

He took out his wallet as she then turned to give her coworker a frown, letting her subtly know that she was fucking up her shit with Rick. She saw Crystal give an 'I am sorry look' and then walk away. Rick dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the table and left with a big smile. She knew that it was a tip and that he wasn't paying for the meal. She gave him a look that she knew was like a schoolgirl crush as he walked out.

Kiana knew he was going to be by her car, and she closed up as quickly as she could, feeling the excitement of what was to come course through her body. Walking out, she didn't want to look over her shoulder to see if Crystal was watching but the strange feeling she was came to her.

The moment she got near him she decided that more privacy was needed. "Let's go near your truck."

His truck was parked in a dark spot away from the front door. He walked to the passenger side as she looked over at the windows hoping that nobody was looking. The nervous jitters came to her from knowing that someone might be looking and not actually doing it.

Once she had the confidence of knowing nobody was looking, she turned to Rick seeing him lean against his truck smiling at her. "You really going to do this?"

Kiana knew he wanted to see her breasts and might be shy, but she knew she needed to do this. "You don't want to see them?"

"It's not that. I just didn't think you were really going to do it."

His smile warmed her as she stepped forward to be within a foot of him and could feel her heart pounding as she knew she was about to show a white guy her tits. It was the first time she was going to do something like this and yet she couldn't help but want to do it.

Not wanting to talk herself out of it, she just lifted up her shirt. The feeling of her large breasts dropping free gave her a chill as the sudden sensation of feeling the cold summer air hit her dark chocolate nipples. Looking at them in the mirror often when she changed, she knew they had a perfect round shape and held a firmness while still hanging down slightly from the weight.

"Ohhh God," Rick commented as she saw his eyes finally glued to her chest like he was interested.

"So do you like them now?" Kiana joked with a big smile, knowing that she got to him and was also being kinky by showing a white guy her breasts right in the parking lot.

He stepped forward and before she could stop him, she watched his face move towards her like he was going to kiss her. It was a split-second decision to kiss a white guy or move her head denying him the kiss. The sense of being impulsive came to her and she let him close the distance and then felt his soft lips against hers.

He wasn't rough as he pressed his lips against hers, but the excitement of him taking the next step churned inside of her that she was worth being kissed by him. His hands then went to her hips as he kept his lips against hers yet to move his tongue and make it an open mouth kiss. It was her first kiss from a white guy and the taboo of it was making her think that it was wrong to dismiss that white guys were not right for her.

Thinking it was just a small kiss ended as she felt his tongue move past her lips. "Mmmm," she moaned quickly as his hands moved up her back and pulled her towards him.

His lips pressed hard against hers feeling his hands seemingly control her body as her breasts were now firmly pressed against his chest. All the flirting was done as he was full on kissing her and yet the urge to end it was not working as she knew her body melted in his arms and her willpower wanted to give in.

"Why am I letting him kiss me? Why am I liking it so much? Ohh my God, he is such a good kisser." She thought as his hand roamed her back and she let her tongue be moved around by his.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, knowing it was openly telling him that she was liking it and then hoping it was not too slutty as she knew she was letting him kiss her like it was something more than or could lead to something else.

Her hands moved to his chest feeling his muscles and loving that he was so strong. The moment she slightly moved against him she felt his member pressing against her. "Ohhh shit, he is hard... fuck it feels good." She thought as he continued kissing her, knowing she was giving into the moment.

Wondering how hard he was made her hand slide down to his erection, feeling that he was fully equipped as it was pressed tight against his pants and easy for her hand to get a good feel. "Fuck, he is hard and has a big dick." She thought, letting the excitement build in her as she felt her own sex slicken up from what was happening.

His hands were still roaming up and down her back as the confusion of going further was like a fog in her mind. Letting a white guy see her, and give her a small kiss was nothing big, but a full-on passionate kiss while feeling his erection was something more and she knew it. The debate raged in her head as his kiss melted her guard, giving her tingles of something big that was about to happen.

It had been years since she had a man kiss her like this and months since she kissed her ex-boyfriend. The feeling of touching his white erection was causing a burning desire to see it. She knew her impulse to do more was there like a forest fire that was about to burn down a town. She had no idea a man could kiss like that, and her sex went from slick to downright wet and ready.

"Mmmmm," she purred as the excitement and feel of his erection in her hand stirred her emotions as did the sensation of his kiss and feeling of him holding her close.

He broke the kiss as she looked at him lost. "I need you."

When he said it, she knew it went far past the point of flirting and now past everything else. His eyes screamed that he wanted sex and the urge to give in was like a wall collapsing and giving in seemed the thing to do. Her sex wanted to feel his white member inside of her and the surprise intimacy that happened now called for a conclusion with having sex with him.

Before she could answer, he opened the back door to his truck. The moment to speak up was there but the impulse to go through with it was too much. "You need me?"

He took a step on his truck and then looked down at her. "More than you know."

Her heart felt weak and needy like he was the drug to cure everything wrong in her life. The butterflies in her stomach flapped hard as she knew her pussy was wet enough for an orgy too. The thought of fucking a white guy sounded erotic but deep down she knew it was more than just the color of his skin. He was both hot looking and sweet-natured and she knew that this was worth being spontaneous for.

She stepped up and watched him sit down in the back seat and then sat on his lap with her legs spread open. His hands went to her shirt lifting it up so that her bra was the only thing left as it was under her breasts and needed to be adjusted. She reached back to unclasp her bra since it was already not covering her anyway. Her full brown chest was revealed for him as he stared at her, giving her the thrill that he was really holding back wanting to look at her.

With her large breasts right in front of him, she felt the chill and excitement shoot through her to make her nipples point out, letting him know that she was turned on too. She reached for his pants as he moved his hand to her hips.

When his unbuckled pants were pulled down, she saw that his boxers were pushed out from his white member wanting freedom. It was like time was sped up and slow at the same time as she finally pulled his boxers free revealing his large white erection. It was both long and thick with a large, cute helmet that looked like a spear tip. She knew he was bigger than her first boyfriend and about the same size as her ex.

With the excitement raging in her, she shifted her hips and lifted up, pulling down her sweatpants and then rolling down her tight shorts and pantyhose. Once she was fully nude, his lips were once again against hers kissing her like he was some soldier that just came home from war. His hands were all over her body finally cupping her hanging breasts and finding her erect nipples with his fingers.

With her arms wrapped around his neck feeling her forearms touching his shoulder muscles, his hands then released her chest and pulled her closer as she felt his erection graze her sex. Drunk on what was happening, she caved in and moved up grabbing his erection and guiding it right into her sex. Giving into sex with a white guy was all she thought about until she felt his male spear slide right through her love petals and find a home deep in her vaginal cavity.

"Ohhhh shit." She moved away from his mouth slightly and moaned as his white erection was now deeply burrowed in her sex. He was balls deep and the sudden fullness of his thickness resounded in her like she was truly feeling a man inside of her.

His hand then moved her face back to kiss her as she ground down and then rotated her hips feeling the fullness of his manhood as it swelled inside of her like it had a small balloon inside of it. She rocked back and forth already letting go as an early climax was already on the verge of happening. As his tongue moved in her mouth and around her tongue, she continued rocking on his length loving how deep it went as she sensed her impending orgasm like a dam ready to burst.

"Mmmm," she moaned in a muffled tone, feeling her vaginal muscles clamp hard as her climax washed over her. It was a quick and early climax, but the sensation seemed to burn for more instead of quenching it.

Kiana loved how his white cock filled her cunt up and she rocked faster on his male pole almost wanting to feel it go deeper. She knew that a white dick was fucking her for the first time and thought about the taboo of taking his thick cock too. Never before did she think about being with a white man and now, she knew it burned like a forest fire to feel his thick member inside of her.

Feeling his dick moving deep into her body as she rotated and gyrated on his lap signaled in her head that she was fully committed to fucking him. The more his lips pressed against hers and she felt his tongue, the more she had this urge to ride him harder almost wanting him to know that she could have the same burst of lustful intentions as he was doing with his kiss.

The buildup was like a steam pipe ready to burst. The passionate kiss was holding her back from her big orgasm and she broke free, looking down at him feeling her female needs being met as she ground faster on his length. Back and forth she moved on him wanting it to go deeper, needing it to go faster and deeper.

Like her body was a machine, she slid back and forth feeling his erection nudge deep against the deepest part of her love tunnel and yet sliding it out only to impale herself on it more like it was a spear that needed to kill something inside of her pussy.

"Ohhhh," she moaned feeling like she was ready to burst. His length burrowed fast and deep like she wanted, and her body controlled the fast tempo as she knew she was fucking herself with his white cock and taking it hard and fast too.

Kiana looked down at Rick feeling desire and the kinky taboo that she was fucking a white guy hard and about to get off too. The moment was getting closer as she now bounced her ass on his white pole, loving how her big ass was slapping on him and her pussy was taking his white cock really good too. All her mind could focus on was that a white man had his white thick cock deep in her black pussy and that the taboo was happening.

"Ohhhh... fucking shit," she moaned out as her pussy spasmed hard as she knew that she was orgasming from the thought of her chocolate cunt taking a white dick in it.

Instantly riding through her orgasm and letting her body shudder in delight, she looked into his eyes and felt the buildup of another climax. His strong features made her feel weak and in return she felt her cunt close up tight in pleasure from knowing it. Between his power in his arms and his behavior, she had this desire to prove her black cunt was worthy of his thick white erection too.

"You like my black pussy baby? Ohhh, you like black cunt?" she moaned out looking at him, wanting him to confirm that he wanted her sexually and she was worthy of him having sex with.

"Yesss... you are so fucking hot. Fucking gorgeous," he answered smiling as she felt the twitch of his length, reminding her that he was balls deep in her and filling her cunt hole up completely.

Her smile got wide as she knew she needed to enforce the taboo of race and proving that her pussy was supreme. She knew he was only with white girls and that she needed to make him love black girls now. "Mmm, good. Want you loving my nigga pussy."

She slammed her hips down on him hard feeling the building up come like a tidal wave that was unstoppable. Holding back was not possible as she felt herself get to the point of exploding. She slammed down hard finally feeling her love muscles clamp to the point of pleasure as she slammed down on him one last time, holding it as the euphoria of her orgasm cascaded from her sex to every part of her body.

"Fuck, I came. Shit that was good," she announced smiling at him, holding his erection deep in her as she thought about the taboo she was committing by letting a white guy enjoy her black body. It was only a short time that she rested before she began moving her legs again, bouncing on his member again.

He then took control over her hips as she felt him now doing the lifting of her body. "My turn now."

"Ohhh, you gonna fuck this black pussy like it needs it?" She smiled thinking that he was about to take control over her giving her an erotic chill that he was going to give her another orgasm too.

"You are so hot... yes," he moaned as she felt him almost lift her up and push her down like he was spearing her dark pussy with his white spear.

As he lifted and pulled her down, she felt his erection impale deep in her with each fluid motion. She knew her body was a mixture of lust and ecstasy as the mix between the taboo of fucking a white guy now intertwined with a good fuck. With him being in control and already having a good climax with another one coming, the doubt of a white guy not being good was gone from her thoughts. It was not to be kinky and let him know that black girls are the best fuck.

His strength seemed unlimited as she let herself be lifted and slammed down on his raging erection feeling it burrow deep in her pussy making it a slick mess. Her breath seemed lost and yet she was breathing deep accepting that her sex was being fucked hard. When she thought about the fact it was a white cock fucking her, the twinges of her climax came as did the collapsing of her love hole as it tried to clench on his thickness.

Kiana leaned her head back as he pounded her body down like she was a ragdoll. There was no fighting it as she loved that he was manhandling her and getting his big dick slammed up in her twat. All of the kinky erotic thoughts came to her about his cock size to his white skin. When she leaned back, she looked at him and it reminded her of a Southern country boy and with him fucking her hard only added to the dirty thought her black pussy was taking it good.

"Ohhh fuck yes. Fuck that black pussy," she moaned hard, feeling her juices flowing and another climax squeezing tight, making his cock feel like it was monstrous inside of her.

His hands were holding her tight making her feel like a piece of meat as he bounced her on his lap penetrating deep with his manhood, forcing her sex to open wide and take it deep. The idea of being controlled and forced to be fucked only made her want more of it. Never before did she feel this way but each time his thick white length penetrated deep she felt powerless and turned on. The more he plunged his rod deep in her, the more she knew that all of her willpower was gone.

Her eyes were glaring at him as she knew she was giving up her black pussy to his big white cock. Her mind focused on the thought that his big fat white cock was fucking her and that she was taking it with ease and pleasure. The thought of wanting and enjoying it became a dirty thought that turned her on making her sex spasm with delight.

"Ohhhh... ohhh," he moaned as she felt his member throb. The moment she felt the sign of his orgasm and how his dick enlarged it was all over as her sex betrayed her and exploded with pleasure.

A hot white guy was getting off from her black pussy and it cascaded into her own big finishing orgasm. It was when she felt warmth inside of her did it finally click that he was spraying his white seed inside of her. His sperm was pumping away deep in her as her body froze like it was just what she needed to send her over the edge.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt helpless as she knew he was firmly planted as far as his length would go while he released a torrent of sperm inside of her. Did he not know to pull out came to her mind as the sensation of him finishing in her happened? She knew it was wrong, dangerous and out of character to anything she did before, but she couldn't help but feel a soothing pleasure as his sperm coated her vaginal walls while his dick pulsed confirming that it was truly happening.

"Ohh shit.... ohhh shit.. SHIT. Your cumming in me. Ohhh fuckkk," she moaned, wanting to be upset at him and herself for letting him fuck her bareback but feeling his entire member inside of her releasing cum was too good to deny.

The sudden fit of ecstasy overwhelmed her as she felt his thickness throb in her knowing that the syrupy spurts of cum he was shooting out was probably hitting her cervix too. The sense of betrayal hit her as she felt her pussy clenching and releasing around his ejaculating cock like it was nursing out more of his dangerous cum. Her mind instantly thought about how the bloated mushroomed crown was just inundating her body with his white baby making sperm. It was a guilty feeling of enjoying it that now dominated her mind.

"Ohhh, God. I am sorry," Rick countered and began lifting her up like it was a mistake and he was sorry for doing it. She stopped him from moving her and looked at him with her mouth open but not moaning or making any other sound.

"Not.. yet... ohh shit. I am still cumming," she confessed feeling the guilt for enjoying it and knowing exactly what was happening.

Fear was there, but so was her big climactic orgasm as it seemed to overpower the fear that his white sperm was just ejaculated deep in her. Kiana hesitated still not moving, allowing his throbbing male muscles to continue to release more of his dangerous seed in her as her body just quivered in drunken delight from it.

Seconds passed as her body felt incapacitated and helpless to his erection as she felt the throbbing nature of what was happening. Her heart beat faster as she could feel her orgasm and then the clenching of her twat as it seemingly pulled on his white member almost wanting what it had to offer her body.

She snapped free and moved off of him breathing heavy as her sex was still spasming hard from what just happened. "It's alright... it's alright. Ohhh, shit I came. Felt really good."

He then turned to her as she sat on the backseat bare ass still while feeling slimy in her sex from just been given a hard creampie. "I don't do one-time things with girls. I need to get your number."

The demand for her number felt exciting and she knew her black pussy was full of his impregnating white cum. The anger she knew she should feel was not there as she loved that he demanded her number. The confidence he had was sexy and she loved that he had it and was overly sweet about it too.

"Sure," she answered, thinking that he wanted more black pussy and hers was just what he wanted too.

Quickly she thought about how she was not the white girl he wanted to be in a relationship with, but the black pussy he wanted to fuck. She felt a sense of peace come over her that they could have a casual sexual relationship and she could explore her taboo love of white cock.

With an exchange of numbers, he drove off and she was in her car driving home wondering what happened. She was replaying in her head how she got fucked and ended up driving home with enough cum from a white guy to knock her up a dozen times to being in a quasi relationship. The idea of dating a white guy that hot seemed surreal and too good to be true, and yet she knew that she didn't date white guys.

As the warm shower sprayed her body the idea her mind was back to normal. Maybe experimenting with a white guy was not that bad as after all. Thinking it was a racial fetish was there and he was the perfect person to have it with too. The thought of him being single for too long and choosing a black girl like her seemed a long shot.

With a change of panties, she found herself in bed thinking that fooling around for a time was just what she needed and that once he found a cute white girl he would move on. Thinking back on the night, she knew him finishing in her was playing with fire too, and then regretted not staying on birth control. The danger was there but she knew there was guilt on her side for liking it and getting off on feeling him release his white swimmers in her twat. The need to rub her clit came to her as she remembered how amazing it felt to have his strong body fuck her and take what it wanted. It was purely sexual and not having the problems of a boyfriend made his white dick perfect too.