Synopsis - When Sophie meets Ayo, an African Dancer, Djembe Drummer and part time employee of the hottest R&B night club in town, sparks immediately ignite: he is sexy as sin and a strong man that makes her body tingle - but she is only 18. Sophie is a young, horny temptress on a mission to get Ayo to take her virginity. She dedicates her life to manipulating and teasing him. While she waits for her "big daddy" to cave, Sophie discovers her own body and prepares herself for the only thing she wants or thinks about: Ayo's big black cock.
Content Warning: this Erotic Romance Novelette (longer than a short story, but shorter than a novella) contains adult material with explicit sex, dirty talking, bad language, a horny virgin, hot young female masturbation, big black cock, light spanking, light bondage, squirting (female Ejaculation), deep penetration, taboo subject matter and G Spot orgasms, all centred within a blossoming urban interracial relationship.It's full of hot, vigorous sex that is not for the faint of heart. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
FYI: When you come into the story Sophie has been getting music lessons from Ayo for the last year. They live in the same apartment complex and met when Sophie was 18. Ayo's family own R&B clubs in town and being a bit of a barfly he won't date or fuck anyone who isn't legal enough to have a drink in a club (legal age in this instance is 19 ). It's been a long year for Ayo waiting for her 19th Birthday, but it's felt like a lifetime for poor Sophie - who decided the moment she met Ayo, that she would do anything, to make him her first.
Sofie and Ayo would often hang out at his house, while he taught her to play Djembe. She didn’t have his natural rhythm and preferred watching him play, the strong muscles in his neck and back that popped every time he hit the drum, never failed to turn her on and she couldn’t wait till she was old enough to go to a club with him and watch him dance. She would often try and get him to show her some moves, which was just an excuse to get close to him, but he would always avoid it and say, in his sexy African accent “one day, Sophie I’ll dance with you, like a big daddy should. But not today.”. She always giggled when he referred to himself as her “big daddy”. Her feelings for him were nothing like those for her real dad and she hoped he meant it as flirtatiously as it always sounded.
For the last two years she had tried everything she could think of to tease him, silently begging for him to touch her whenever they were together. He would always laugh, shaking his head and telling her to “stop playing”. On a good day he would playfully slap her ass and call her naughty, but he would always quickly change the subject and create space between them. The more he resisted her the more she wanted him. She would sit up at night plotting opportunities to tempt him beyond his stellar control. In the last three months leading up to her 19th birthday, she could tell she was starting to wear him down. She would often notice a huge bulge in his trousers and he was a little slower to move away from her than in the past. Over the past year her body had really started to fill out and she would go to great lengths to draw as much attention to her pert C cup tits, her curvy hips, soft abdomen and plump ass, as she could. She could feel his eyes burning into her when he thought she wasn’t looking.
She could barely control, or understand, the relentless built up of hormones attacking her on a daily basis, but guessed her lack of understanding was directly related to her lack of sexual experience. She had been kissed by two different guys and had plenty of opportunity to do more, but they just didn’t make her feel the way Ayo did, so she always ended up telling guys she wasn’t interested. It seemed that there were only two things she desperately wanted; she wanted to be older and independent and she wanted Ayo to take care of the desire that burned inside of her. Sophie knew there was no way to speed up the aging process that she would have to endure, but she was determined to find herself physically entangled with him. Her fantasy of touching his beautiful ebony skin, which had developed on the first day they met, had only gotten more intense and now included licking, sucking, biting and rubbing her hard nipples and wet cunny over every inch of him like a bitch in heat.
The only thing that brought temporary relief to the constant ache were her frequent, extra-long, hot baths with strategic positioning of the oval shaped shower head held hard against her virgin pussy.
She had masturbated endlessly over the last year with the super-sized bingo dabber she stolen from her mom, imagining it was his hard black cock, but it always left her wanting and sticky as she was worried she would break her hymen – which she had decided to secretly save for Ayo.
She loved to remember the first day she found the delights of the shower head. She had just returned to an unusually empty house.
Feeling horny and decided to take a bath, slowly undressing while studying her young body in the bathroom’s full length mirror, tweaking her hard nipples, teasing herself into a stupor, purposely avoiding touching her clit and adding to the rising tension, while she waited for the bath to fill. She liked looking at her body and imagining what it would feel like to have Ayo’s big hands all over her. After slipping into the bath, she washed her hair, working up the lather by massaging her scalp, waiting for the bubbles to overflow and drip down onto her sensitive nipples, loving the shiver it caused.
When it was time to rinse, she turned on the shower head and some of the shampoo suds went in her eye. She quickly clamped the shower head between her legs so she could use her hands to wipe her eyes and gasped in surprise as the angle of the spray hit her swollen, needy clit. The sensation overwhelmed her and she quickly moved it away in shock, taking care of the soap still irritating her eyes, then rinsing the shampoo out of her long, blonde hair. As she massaged in the conditioner, curiosity got the better of her and she rested the shower head back between her legs, moaning as the spray hit her clit at just the right angle. With burning lust, she grabbed the wash cloth floating in the tub next to her and squeezed it against her chest, letting the water dribble down her hard nipples. She then gently placed her washcloth over the cold taps that sat in front of her and brought her small pink mouth onto the cloth, tonguing and kissing it with abandon, at the same time turning up the shower head jets to their highest setting and relishing the feeling of the strong stream of water pounding her clit. Holding the head in place with a firm grip, she leaned her body into it and within seconds was lost in the most beautiful and powerful sensation she had ever felt. Her heart pounded as she cried out a muffled scream into the cloth in front of her.
Over the next few weeks, she experimented with different settings and would hold off her orgasm for as long as possible, lightly touching herself all over until the bath water went cold, before giving in to the temptation to take herself over the edge. She quickly learned that letting her mind wander to the feelings Ayo caused her, while she teased herself, always made the end result more powerful.
It seemed that the feelings he inspired only grew more complex and with each passing encounter, he seemed to get bolder and the bolder he got, the more she hoped he would make a move. Although she would dress provocatively, she was shy and couldn’t bring herself to do anything to really encourage him, but she forced herself to never purposely discourage him.
He had recently taken more of an interest in her love life, asking questions about the boys she knew and what she got up to when he wasn’t around. She often lied to try and sound cool or older than she was. She could tell he wanted to know how experienced she was with boys, but that’s not something she could lie about so she just took a page out of his book and evaded answering the questions. The truth was, there wasn’t anything to tell. But he didn’t need to know that. Let him draw his own conclusions, she decided.
Ayo had been in a perpetual state of blue balls. Sami and Baas, Ayo's best friends couldn’t help but laugh at him every chance they got. It was all right for some - the boys had established a good thing. It seemed Heather the MILF nextstore was quite the little hellcat and couldn’t get enough big black cock. Being good friends, the boys had invited him to join, swearing Heather would love it. He had considered taking them up on the offer, lord knew it would help take the edge off, perhaps even just get a proper blow job. But sharing was more a Baas and Sami thing. He preferred more pussy than cock in his ménage.
What the hell was wrong with him? Turning down a little MILF action just so he could sit at home and wank over a girl who he knew was still too young for him? Sofie had certainly bloomed into a seriously fine looking young lady. They had quickly formed a good friendship. She was cool and he liked her company. She had promise when it came to her drumming lessons. But over the last three months she had consumed his every waking thought. She certainly wasn’t helping matters with her scandalous outfits and constant flirtations.
Ayo remembered a particularly horny incident a few weeks ago, when loud music and giggling from next door caught his attention. Through the living room window, he saw Sophie and Anna chilling out watching MTV music videos when suddenly, they were on their feet,grinding on each other, Anna giggling into Sophie’s neck as they danced close. Then Sofie started french kissing Anna and they were both moaning and feeling up on each other’s hot little bodies. Ayo sat there completely stunned, harder than he’d ever been and completely powerless to look away. Without losing her stride, the little tease opened her eyes and looked directly at him, then quickly moved her gaze right to his cock. No court on earth would have done him for a crime in that moment. But instead, using every ounce of willpower he possessed, he casually shrugged it off, got up and locked himself in the bathroom where he wasted yet another perfect load, which should have – if the world was fair and just – been shot right up her hot little snatch, exactly where he knew she wanted it.
He never would have thought he’d want to be Sophie's age again, but thinking of her out with other guys, giving them a taste of her perfect little puss, nearly drove him insane. Just a few weeks ago he saw her kissing up on some little fool in the garden and it took every ounce of Ayo’s strength not to run down there and kick the living shit out of him, ensuring he knew whose property he was messin in.
Worse than anything though, was how he felt every time he saw her in that hot uniform she wore for work at the local private school. Little kilt, socks to the knee, Mary Janes and a little white blouse tied at the waist. Looking like motherfucking Britney Spears playing on her “Oops, I Did It Again”. Last time she was at his apartment, he wanted to write her mamma a note to buy her some socks that stay up, because she was constantly bending over, adjusting them and showing me her juicy ass that was just begging for hard cock.
Oh yes, sir! He was definitely getting some of that ass the moment she turned 19. Baby girl would pay for all her wickedness.
Sophie had woken up the morning of her 19th birthday, relieved that school had ended and she was on summer break. Taking a quick look out the window she noted that her parents and everyone else in the block were at work. Ayo’s car was there but she knew he would be sleeping till at least dinner time, as last night he took a shift at his uncle’s night club, so she felt pretty safe putting on her black thong bikini. Sophie loved sitting on the patio in just a bikini and sunglasses, soaking up the sun, rubbing tanning oil into her skin, cranking up the music on her iPhone and chilling out. The back of Ayo’s apartment was across the courtyard which separated the apartment block. She always wore dark sunglasses on the deck so he wouldn’t know she was staring at his apartment if he happened to look out. Today, while she was applying tanning oil she imagined him asleep, naked. She closed her eyes as she got lost in her daydream and the hot R&B beats of her favourite playlist.
She let her mind indulge in a favourite daydream about sneaking into his room while he slept, gently removing his covers, finally being able to touch the muscles that connected his neck and shoulders, the ones that help him make his music, the ones that never fail to captivate her imagination. She would find him in a deep sleep, his huge, rock hard cock resting on his abdomen. In her fantasy there was no way he would wake up and she would be free to explore his whole body without being caught. She would gently lick and suck his nipples and work her way slowly down to explore his cock. He would moan in his sleep and call out her name, she loved this fantasy because she wasn’t afraid - she knew exactly what to do and was confident. Getting lost in the daydream, she felt her nipples get hard and she let her small hand breach the top of her bikini briefs, gently applying pressure to her wet, hot clit. She moaned as she stole a few moments of relief.
She was just about to stop when she opened her eyes and looked across to his apartment. She was shocked to find him sitting on his patio, in just a pair of shorts, his chest bare, with the most savage look she had ever seen on his face. A moment went by when she was lost in time, her hand still down her briefs, watching him looking at her. She quickly reminded herself she was wearing her sunglasses and that he couldn’t see that she was looking at him and thought it might be a great opportunity to finally tease him the way she had always wanted. Her hands shook but she had never felt so wanton and desperately horny, as she moved her other hand up to her nipple and pinched it hard, arching her back and sticking out her chest. She watched him through her dark lenses as he reacted to the sight by grabbing his cock hard over his shorts, the muscles in his bicep flexed as he rubbed himself with one hand and seemed to be texting something on his phone with his other hand.
A second later the music paused for a moment on her iPhone and there was a beep in her earphones, signalling that she had a text message. A few moments went by while she decided what to do. She couldn’t get it out of her mind that maybe the text was from him, and she pleaded with herself to be brave enough to acknowledge it. Without removing her hand from her panties she picked up the phone and read the text – trying desperately to play it cool, keep her head down, so she could look at her phone. The text read:
“Show me those beautiful tits baby girl.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she felt the heat in her cheeks her heart beating a mile a minute. It was the sexiest thing she had ever read in her life. She could no longer pretend that she hadn’t seen him. She couldn’t think, her mind was mush – could she really be that brave? Before she knew it, her hands were reaching up to the ties behind her neck and behind her back. She watched him rub himself again, slowly stroking up and down his full length. She was shaking from head to toe now, her teeth chattering. She willed herself to breathe. She held the cups tightly to her chest, not quite sure if she could really release the small bits of fabric. She knew it was likely he could see her shaking and she wished she was as confident as she felt in her daydream. Slowly she forced her hands to release hold of the cups and the bikini top slid down to her lap. Her nipples were rock hard and she quickly gripped the sides of her sun lounger, not daring to move a muscle. Her eyes never strayed from his gaze. She saw him curse and shake his head, stroke his cock and pick up his phone, smiling wickedly.
She looked down as her music paused and another text message was received. She tried to play it cool and not react too quickly. She hoped it was another command and he would continue to take control of this erotic interaction.
“Damn girl! U R driving me crazy.”
Then another one….
“Better rub some oil into your fair skin, don’t want you to burn those pretty tits of yours.”
She felt drunk on the power his lust for her fuelled, making her feel more confident. Although he was still too far away for her liking, it was finally a step in the right direction. She had confirmation of what she had always hoped for most – he wanted her! The thought of it made her pussy gush and she resisted the urge to burrow her fingers deep into her cunny.
She sat up a little, arching her back, pushing her chest out and slowly reaching for the oil, not taking her eyes off him for a minute. She dispensed a squirt of oil warmed from the sun and rubbed her palms together, breathing in the calming coconut scent then gently began rubbing the oil onto her firm tits. It felt so good and she pinched at her hard nipples. She had never experienced anything as hot and erotic than being watched like this. She imagined it was his hands massaging her, pinching and grabbing her while she watched him stroking himself a little faster and his chest rising and falling, his nipples hard. She was dripping wet and on the verge of cumming just by watching him touch himself. Just as she was wondering what would happen next, she saw him reach for his phone and a few moments later the music paused again signalling another text:
“My cock is so hard, are you wet?”
He wanted me to text him back! She was freaking out – “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” was all she could think. Oh god, she had never been good under pressure like this. She wasn’t the type of person who was cool in high pressure situations. She could hardly remember to breathe right now. Was she fucking wet? Should she just reply “yes”? Should she be bolder? She considered her options as she hesitantly picked up her phone to type the reply:
“Every time I’ve seen you since the moment we met” she quickly typed and hit send before she could talk herself out of it.
She watched as he looked at his phone, noting the shock in his expression as he read her text. The next thing she knew, he was taking his shorts off and sitting back in his lounger, his hard cock bouncing as it hitched on the elastic waistband and landing with a thud against his hard abs. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was perfectly straight, huge and thick and the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He grabbed it and pushed it out in front of himself as his fist took long, deep strokes. He grabbed his phone and texted her with one hand, never losing his stride.
“U R killing me. Get UR hand back in those panties, naughty girl - I wanna watch as U make URself cum for me.”
Oh god! She had never felt more alive in her life. She quickly put her hand back into her panties and started rubbing her clit. She was soaking wet and feeling so needy and horny. Wanting it to be his hand instead of hers, she drove her fingers deep inside herself as she sat back watching him, watch her. She thought about taking her panties off, but wanted to keep something for the imagination – forcing him to come closer and make his move. She looked down at her hand and could see her honey running down her thighs, so she spread her legs wide, hoping he could see it too. The noise of her juices slushing against her fingers as she fucked herself was going to take her over the edge. She moaned loudly as she continued to watch him, the sound of her pussy ricocheting across the courtyard, as he picked up his pace right alongside her.
The next moment, she heard his groan and she reached up with her free hand and pinched her nipple hard and her orgasm shook her the moment she saw his head fall back and his fist go like thunder. With each groan came a blast of cum that he quickly massaged into his long, hard strokes. She was mesmerized and shattered with a mind blowing orgasm at the sight of it and he never took his eyes off her as she came. As he got up she saw him texting again. She waited till he was back in the house before reaching for her phone.
“Dancing 4 UR Birthday 2nite. U won’t be coming home. It’s finally time 4 U 2 meet UR big daddy. B ready at 9pm. Meet me at my car”
She couldn’t believe her eyes, beaming from ear to ear – it was finally going to happen! She quickly put her top back on, scrolled to her favourite song on her iPod and allowed herself another hour in the sun to calm down, before rushing to the mall to buy herself something to wear tonight.
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This post has been edited by iSexy: Sun May 26, 2013 03:10 AM