Chapter 3
by 24ward
What happens next?
Rod insists on balancing the scales
Cassandra's blue eyes opened wide and she leaned back a little as Rod came chest to chest with her, glancing down the front of her top and her well-developed chest as he licked his lips. "Now you owe me, Cassie," the negro explained to the nervous blonde, his voice a husky whisper.
"I... I said thank you for lifting that can," she pointed out but he just shook his head.
"I didn't just carry the load for you," he pointed out. "You would have stained up that pretty little dress carrying that garbage, so I saved you from your own stupidity, and if I let you get away with just gratitude you'll never learn." She flinched slightly as he raised his hands up to chest level, showing her his greasy palms and fingers. "So all I got to do is grab your breasts, ruin your outfit and your party, and everything will be like it should."
"No, please don't, Rodney!" Cassandra begged, trying to back away from him but her butt bumped against the workbench.
"And I told you to call me Rod, you stupid cracker," Rodney reprimanded her, raising that hand and causing her to flinch as he motioned to slap her before laughing. "Alright you dumb blonde, there's a simple solution and that's for you to take off that dress before it gets stained and filthy." The beauty nodded quickly as she started unbuttoning her dress, fearful that he would defile it just before her party.
Of course, getting it safely away from him while she was cornered soon left Cassandra half-naked before the leering stranger, self-consciously clad in only panties since her perky c-cup breasts didn't need the assistance of a bra in her formal party dress. "Wh-what did you mean that my dress would get stained and filthy?" she asked innocently, looking up at the sneering black man while he enjoyed the view of her pert creamy breasts and large pink nipples.
"Let's keep going white girl, I wanna see it all," he insisted, his white eyes and teeth flashing mischeviosly in the dim light as he rubbed the rest of the grease on her hips and sides of her buttocks before latching his thumbs in the sides of her panties and pulling them down. Cassandra tilted her face downward, hiding her face behind her long blonde hair out of shame at her first nude experience with any boy, much less a black one, as he admired the small blonde thatch of pubic hair accentuating her perfect young body...
She's shown hers, time for him to show his? Are they interrupted? Or...?
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