Ricky Takes All: a Sister's Duty
Copyright© 2026 by Born Alex
Chapter 2: A Fierce Resistance
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: A Fierce Resistance - Cindy had only one job: help her sister talk to Ricky, the sexy black MMA fighter who broke her heart. The plan was simple: get in, talk to him, and get out. But nothing is that simple. An accident happens, a lengthy talk follows... and soon, Cindy finds herself on her knees sucking her sister's boyfriend's big black cock! Will Cindy be able to resist the domineering black man with the BBC? Or will she simply fold and allow him to take her to heights of pleasure she had never seen before?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Sports Cheating Slut Wife Sister MaleDom Rough Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Massage Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Size 2nd POV
“Cindy?” Ricky gasped in shock, “What the fuck, Cindy?”
I couldn’t speak; my eyes were so focused on his cock. I felt butterflies in my belly, and I was immediately damp between my legs.
“Cindy!” He said again, more fiercely, “What the fuck are you doing in my house?”
My eyes snapped up to his, “I’m ... uh ... I’m sorry. I was knocking, but you weren’t answering, so I ... I came here and thought I should...”
I could barely think straight. His cock kept drawing my eyes, and the loud music wasn’t helping out either. It was as if that place was suddenly too small; I was feeling claustrophobic. Then, I turned and ran to the living room.
“Fuck!” I muttered as I placed a hand over my breasts, trying to get myself back under control. I could feel his cold air conditioner blasting me. I lowered myself into the nearest couch, breathing fresh air. “Fuck me ... what the hell did I just see?”
The scene replayed in my head, and I watched him step out like an Adonis, his black skin shining under the soft lights and his cock dangling between his thick thighs. Why the fuck was he even naked?
Because he was taking a shower, moron!
I gave myself the answer. But still, I recalled that he didn’t even try to get decent, not even once. He didn’t try to grab a towel or anything; he simply stood there and watched me make a fool of myself as I stood before him.
This intervention I had come to do for my sister was starting on a very bad note. I picked up my phone, my fingers were shaking. I needed to put an end to it at once. But still ... I just couldn’t break my sister’s heart like that. I needed to see where all this would go. I still had to try to salvage her relationship.
I was alone in the living room for over ten minutes, which was good because by the time he had arrived, I believed I was back in control of my body. Even better, he had turned off the music. When he returned, he was wearing shorts, but that was all. He was bare-chested, and I was pretty certain that he wore nothing else underneath those shorts. He walked into the living room and sat on the couch across from me.
He stared at me, “Well, you’re yet to tell me why you’re here.”
“Uhm...” I stammered, looking at his handsome face was distracting, but the alternative was looking at his shorts, where I was sure his cock was lying snugly. I didn’t want the image in my head at all. “Before we start, I just want to apologize for what happened earlier. I didn’t mean to-”
“What’s wrong, Cindy?” He cut me off, “You seem to be saying everything except tell me why you’re here this fine morning! Shouldn’t you be at the salon?”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I straightened out my gown and shifted in my seat, “Pam sent me here, it’s about your breakup. She’s devastated, and she really loves you. Why did you have to break her heart like that?”
“I didn’t break her heart, okay?” He said as he got up, he walked to the minibar built into the wall and returned with a bottle of tequila and two cups. He then poured out generous amounts for us both, “I was only doing what was best for us. We were arguing too much these days, I wanted it all to end.”
He held out a cup to me.
“I’d be going to work when I’m done here...” I muttered, but I took it. I took a sip and felt it burn through my throat. “Arguing? Pam told me it wasn’t something major, and it sure as hell wasn’t enough for a breakup.”
“Well, it was for me,” he took another swig of his drink. “Sex is an important part of any relationship, you know how it is, right?”
I stared at him, his tone had me uncomfortable for a moment, “I know? What do you mean?”
He shrugged, “Cindy is a pillow talker; she talks about everything. Including you. She told me you have a very colorful life.”
I swallowed. Had Pam really told him about my past?
“See, my past is my business, and Cindy had no right telling you those things.”
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