Vanilla Boy Toy (BWWM Interracial Romance / Erotic Short Stories)

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Authors: Ava Griffin
Amazing Vacation In Zanzibar
    We had gone to our regular vacation destination in Zanzibar East Africa. This
was our favorite destination because the people there were so friendly and the
weather was just perfect for a tan. My wife and I also headed to that
particular destination because we could do whatever we wanted without being
judged by anyone. We are a couple that loves to swing but we come from a very
conservative community. Convincing another couple to swap their spouses with us
doesn't end up well.
    So instead of swinging, we decided to find a few young
people who were willing to have sex with us at a fee. This was very easy and we
didn't spend much time looking for them. Tonight, my wife was getting busy in
the adjacent hotel room while I sat, waiting for my date to arrive. We usually
booked two different hotel rooms every time we checked in to a hotel so that we
could give each other some space. When we got back home, she would show me any
new things that she learned from her encounters and I too would show her what I
learned.
    I heard a slight knock on the door. "Come in!"
    The door opened slowly and in walked a petite and very
pretty black girl. She was wearing a short black dress and six inch red heels.
My wife and I are both white. Irene is a mere 5'4 and weighs about 130 pounds
and I'm 6'2, 220 pounds. This girl was about the same size as my wife only that
she had generous hips. Her waist was quite small and her breasts were not as
big as my wife's. Her eyes were lowered.
    I stared at her for a moment. She looked intimidated. I
stood up.
    "Don't be afraid. Come in."
    She closed the door behind her. Her eyes were still lowered.
What was wrong with her? I almost started believing that they had brought a
virgin to me or they had brought a girl who was trying her hand in this sort of
thing for the first time. I was getting irritated now. I didn't pay for this.
    "Is this your first time?"
    She raised her eyes and looked straight into mine. A slow
smile formed on her face. She had gray eyes. Was she wearing contacts? She
slowly slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders and let the dress drop
to the floor. I swallowed whatever was stuck in my throat.
    My gaze travelled from where her dress lay on the floor all
the way up to her face. She was smiling at me; dimples forming on both her
cheeks.
    "Mr. Smith," she said in a sweet Angelic voice.
"I am here to please you. So tell me if you like what you see."
    She turned around and bent over to touch her toes. It's then
that I realized she wasn't a small girl. She was a grown woman who pretended to
be a shy girl. It was part of her act; it's what won over her clients. I looked
at her round ass as she slowly stood up. It was gorgeous; better than my
wife's. I know African women are well endowed when it comes to hips and ass but
what the hell is this huge ass doing on this petite woman? It is supposed to be
smaller, like my wife's!
    She grinned as she walked over to me. She yanked down my
khaki shorts together with my boxers. She smiled down at my hard on.
    "I guess you don't really have to say you like what you
see. Your member here already said it."
    She began stroking my cock. Her hands were warm and soft.
Her touch was gentle too. She pushed me onto the bed. I struggled to unbutton
my shirt but she gently pushed my hands away and slowly unbuttoned it herself.
She still hadn't removed her heels. I have to say, no one has ever seduced me
like this.
    She leaned over and began planting small kisses on my chest;
pausing a bit to nibble on my nipples. I grabbed her hips, her ass. She pushed
away my hands.
    "You Mr. Smith, need to control yourself!" she
tied my hands on the bed posts.
    "Please, call me Dustin."
    "Dustin?" she said trying out the name.
"Well, you can call me Aisha."
    "You're Muslim??"
    "Dustin, let's not get religious."
    "Right," I replied. After all she didn't come here
to discuss; just to show me some action and so far so good. I loved it.
    She planted

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