Interracial Relations

The semester proceeded as it was designed to, and as it always had. Her study partner, Hassan, had a much firmer grasp of the substantive concepts of the projects, and the Africans and Arabs took the lead in the various pairings, leaving their white female partners to modulate the answers to a more Americanized scrutiny.

In the process, Amy gradually saw Hashim as more than just a muscular, brutish buck from the Niger. He was coarse, with a deep voice that often commanded where it could coax. His hands were calloused, and he was partial to gripping Amy's round ass when she bent to pick up something. But he was growing on her, she had to admit.

She didn't realize how much so until the project was winding down and they finished the final report. She was giddy, putting the final words to the paper, and spontaneously hugged the reticent buck. And when his hand wrapped around her round ass and squeezed, she didn't retreat. Instead, her hand went to his trousers, tenuous and hesitant still as she unzipped it. Jesus, Mom would kill her right now she thought. But she reached in and felt that long, fat snake of a cock and all thoughts of her parentage and heritage of the expectations dissolved.

"Oh wow Hassan," she said breathlessly. "I didn't realize you were so ..."

"You should have expected as much," Hassan said curtly. "We were all chosen for a reason."

It made sense of course. Amy knew a big portion of why she was picked was because of her beauty and breeding and name. It made sense that their male counterparts were brought in because of their endowment. She tugged on it insistently, her soft hand gripping it, feeling it grow and thicken and pulse under her attentions. Finally, she could hold it no longer, as she dropped to her knees. She reached down, rubbing her clit and slit with a free hand as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, struggling with the length and girth.

"Do better," he growled. "Relax your mouth. I've waited far too long for this for it to be done poorly." Amy flushed, opening her mouth wider and closing her eyes and just ... focusing on everything. The scents. The tastes. The feel as he gripped her skull, shoving his big Black cock down her throat time and again, compelling her to the hardest orgasm of her life...followed by a second, moments later, as she swallowed his thick seed.