A chance to meet Kayshawn

Kayshawn decided to wander by the table in the middle of dinner to check on those lovely young guests. As he approached, his eye caught the little blonde in the red dress. She was looking around, maybe a little uncomfortable at an adult function where everyone was older than her. She noticed him just as he glanced down at her rack, but while she went a little red the waiter just smirked, winked and gave her a little nod. Her green eyes widened, but nodded back obediently. He knew about the video; now she knew it.

Kayshawn picked up the bottle of white wine from the table and went over to Gwen, the racist redhead, where she was in the middle of a conversation. Noticing her glass nearly empty, he bent over to refill it and inquire if the food met with her approval. She was startled at being addressed, and offered only a half-turn to him and a curt smile, unaware that her lips were glazed by the negro semen served warm out of his black balls.

So he turned to the little blonde girl, who was still watching him warily. She greeted him with a nervous smile. "Did you prepare this dish for us?" she asked innocently, having overheard his query. She held in front of her a forkful of roasted vegetable topped off with a healthy blob of translucent goo, his secret sauce. He told her it was his own special recipe and that he hoped she liked it. The busty blonde assured him that she did: "I've never tasted anything like it before!"

Kayshawn stood over the white girl as she lifted the fork and deposited the semen-soaked morsel onto her tongue, her green eyes sparkling as she submissively savored the taste of pure African masculinity. He surprised her as he started to bend over, but it was to pour some wine for her as well. Madeline started to protest, but her mouth was full.

Then Gwen piped up: "Don't listen to her, just give her some." The blonde sat back obediently as Kayshawn thought, 'Oh but I already have, to you and her both.' Now Gwen was eyeing Madeline, making the high school student feel nervous. Kayshawn finally left the table and Gwen advised the blonde "that black man was checking you out."

Madeline, thinking about the naughty video of her available to the kitchen staff, smiled nervously and shrugged. "I know, but he can't really help it, and no harm done, right?" Gwen nodded, thinking in her own mind about how rude she had been.

So Gwen excused herself from the table and caught up with Kayshawn at the kitchen door. "Can I have a private word with you?" she asked, and he led her to a nearby janitor's closet. He looked the sexy redhead up and down as she gathered her thoughts. "You made us a lovely dish even after what I said to you, which was demeaning and offensive, and I am sorry..."

"About how you feel about black cock?" Kayshawn interjected, and Gwen went a little red and nodded. "About how you don't want it inside you, or even near you?"

"I should not have said that," Gwen admitted. "I am nervous around black men, but I really need to correct my racist thinking."

"So now you do want some black cock, baby?" Kayshawn suggested with a big smile, causing her to laugh and lean into him, her nostrils filling with his pheromones.

"Maybe, under the right circumstances," Gwen deflected, still trying to resist the addiction to black cock she had recently unknowingly developed with the first taste of his cum. "I could see myself going black, for sure, if only I wasn't marrying a white boy." He reached his hand up her dress and felt the warmth and dampness radiating from her pussy, going so far as to slide a couple of his black fingers inside her. "Oh my God!" she gasped, green eyes widening at the violation. "I... I'm sorry, I can't." She reluctantly pushed away from him and worked on fixing her dress. "Not here. Not tonight."

"How about at your bachelorette party then?" Kayshawn asked. "I do lots of them. I can be your servant, make you and your friends your new favorite dish. Then I'll strip, show you my big black cock and let's see if you or your white friends can resist it."

Gwen laughed, imagining what her friends would do, and excited by the possibility. "Ok, but you can't ever tell anyone you put your negro fingers in my little white pussy." But Kayshawn had a condition too: invite the little blonde girl, too. "Madeline Esche?" Gwen asked. "I don't even know her, and she's like 18!" Then it dawned on her. "Oh God, you want to fuck that little white girl with your big black cock!" But instead of objecting, Gwen added: "I would so love to see you break that little bitch in two, maybe impregnate her! That would be so great!"