I picked her up and put her on the table. Her robe came open and I could see her tits. I reached up and squeezed them and began to rub her nipples.
"No! No! Please Toby, you can't do this. Steve is your friend and my husband. Please don't do this."
Her mouth was saying no, but her body was saying yes. I saw the wetness forming on her white panties. I stood between her spread legs and began rubbing her pussy with two fingers.
This incident took place over a year ago. I'll tell you a little about my life. My name is Toby Jones. I was the youngest of four kids, all of us born in Detroit. We considered ourselves black Americans, not African Americans since my grandparents, parents and siblings were all born in America. My parents wanted us to have a better opportunity in life so we moved to a mid-size city in central Ohio while I was still in grade school. We lived in a mixed racial neighborhood but everyone kept up their properties.
My parents ran a small grocery store in an industrial area of the city. Most of our business came from the workers coming and going from the nearby factory. We sold a lot of beer, wine and cigarettes along with a lot of grocery items. When the VCR tapes came out we added a section to rent and buy movies. A few years later we switched to DVDs.
Most everyone in our family worked at the store at one time or another. My sisters worked there until they got married and left the nest. My older brother and I eventually bought the store from my parents but I'll get to that later.
In high school I was good in sports. Football was my favorite sport to play. It made me popular with the girls as well as having a lot of friends, both black and white. I was good but I didn't have any desire to go to college. I knew my future would be to help run the store and I was happy with that; besides I really didn't like studying.
I did go to the gym regularly to keep up my physique. I liked looking good. I dated girls of all races in school. I kind of preferred the white girls because there was still a taboo factor there. Even my parents were against it but they never pushed the issue.
After graduation I worked at the store but I wasn't making much. I wanted a sports car and to get out on my own but just wasn't making enough money. I applied for a job at the local General Electric plant and got hired working on the presses. I was paid a good wage and had benefits. Even my parents were proud of me.
I still helped at the store after I got off work. I made deliveries and helped out any way I could. Life for me was good but also busy. I bought my new car but wanted to move out of my parents' house. There was an apartment above the store and our most recent renter was moving out. I convinced my parents to let me rent the apartment.
They said yes and it worked out perfect for me. I could walk to work if I chose to; it was only three blocks away. Needless to say I usually drove. Back to my sex life; it was alive and well. A lot of my deliveries for the grocery store were to bored or lonely women. They would come-on to me and I usually flirted back the first couple of times. After that I went for the sex.
I learned from high school that a lot of the white girls wanted to know if the rumors about black guys are true. I got a lot of white pussy proving it to them. To be honest I knew a lot of black guys with long cocks, seeing other guys naked in the locker room. I also saw quite a few that were rather small.
The same went for the white guys. One thing I have to admit is that cock watching in the shower room showed me flaccid cocks, not hard ones. That could make a big difference. As for me, I was a little longer than the norm but definitely had a fatter cock. I'm not bragging but I am proud of my dick. I've been with a lot of women of different races and they've told me I was big. Just seeing a long black cock seems to make a lot of women's adrenalin flow.
When I dated women I preferred the white ones. I knew a fuck was coming before the night was over. I hope this doesn't piss anyone off but if a woman has a tattoo on her lower back I knew I would be fucking her, just saying. I never got serious or fell in love with any of them. I believe the problem was I fucked so many married women both black and white that I don't think I could trust a woman enough to be faithful to me. Besides, I liked getting fresh pussy all the time.
As time went by I was leading what I called the good life. I worked during the day and made good money. At night I helped out at the store and at least three times a week found a good fuck.
One thing here I want to mention. I didn't just dip my wick in a woman. Even though I never loved any of them, I made love to their bodies. I never kissed married women on the lips, that was their husbands' job. However, I did suck on a lot of nipples, kiss a lot of bellies, finger and tongue fuck a lot of pussies till they had an orgasm. Needless to say I ended up sticking my hard black cock most anywhere I wanted.
Over the years a few women told their husbands and they wanted to watch. The first couple of times it was weird but I got used to it. I did my best not to treat the husbands like cuckolds but I can't say all the wives treated them that good; some did some didn't.
I've had a few altercations but I did my best to explain to the husbands that it was always the wife who initiated the sex, not me. I never had any problems I couldn't handle, thanks to keeping in shape, but I did stay away from those particular wives after that. Too much free pussy out there to fight over one.
I had now been working at General Electric for ten years. My parents pretty much turned the store over to my brother Jerome and I. They had saved up some money and wanted to travel. We signed an agreement to buy the business from them. We were to give them two thousand dollars a month till our loan was paid off.
Since Jerome worked there full time and me, part time, Jerome had a sixty percent share and I had forty. The two thousand a month for our parents came off the top. We hired a few part time employees to give Jerome more help, and a break now and then.
We opened at one in the afternoon and stayed open till midnight because we wanted to catch the factory people getting off the late shift. Jerome worked till seven and I finished the night shift till closing. It worked well for us. It was fairly easy work and with the part-time employees we could take a few hours off if needed.
Jerome was married and had a wife and two kids to support. Once his kids started school, Shana, his wife would come in and help him. She was a good looking black woman and she kept Jerome on a rather short leash. They were both happy and I guess that's what counts.
Shana wasn't overly happy when we brought in adult movies. I mean they were pretty raw. We opened up a special room with cameras to oversee the customers who went in that room. It was only for adult movies to purchase or rent and not for sexual acts. Jerome and I had thrown a few people out for trying to have sex or other sexual acts while in that room.
We made as much or more money selling and renting adult movies than we did selling groceries and beverages. Shana was our bookkeeper and when faced with the profit margin selling and renting the DVD's, she agreed it was well worth the aggravation.
I want to tell you about my friend Sherry. As I mentioned our store was in an industrial area. Next door to us was an old stripper lounge. It was a bar and sandwich restaurant during the day but in the evening they had meals and a few strippers. The food was always homemade and a lot of people came there to relax and have dinner after work. They did a good business and bought a lot of groceries and booze off of us when they ran low. We also had a lot of the same clientele seeing they would stop in before or after visiting the bar.
I ate a lot of my meals there. It beat going upstairs and cooking for myself. It's also where I became close friends with Sherry. She was Shana's youngest sister and of course became my sister in law when Jerome married Shana years ago. In the beginning I didn't know Sherry all that well since there was a few years difference in our age.
We became good friends and talked often after she started working at the club. The funny thing is we never had sex; well, not until she moved in with me. I guess this needs a little explaining.
Sherry had this thing for white guys. She told me they were the big tippers and she even dated a couple. One evening after she had been there for about a year she told me she was pregnant. At the time she was twenty-three but still lived with her parents. When she told them that the father of the baby was a white married man her father began yelling at her telling her she shouldn't have taken the job as a stripper and shouldn't be dating married men, especially white men.
After the argument with her parents she said she was going to move out on her own. The sperm donor was a salesman from Pennsylvania and stopped in the lounge when he was in town. I told Sherry to let me know the next time he was in the bar and I would have a talk with him. She told me she didn't love the guy and really didn't want anything to do with him.
I mentioned the situation to my brother Jerome and he just shook his head. Shana and Jerome remembered when Sherry was the homecoming queen and went to college and earned a degree in Business Management. They had told her if she ever wanted a job, they would consider hiring her as their bookkeeper.
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