She gets her pussy stuffed

Suddenly Kwame pulls his dick out of Shannon’s mouth and says, “That’s enough foreplay. Let’s go have some real fun.”
“Alright. Time to get it over with.” Shannon thinks.
The brunette stands up and asks, “Where shall we do it?”
Kwame points at a table not far from them and says, “Go sit on there.”
Like an obedient girl, Shannon hops on the table. She makes certain her butt is on the edge and then she spreads her long white legs for Kwame.
The black man gets between those sexy legs of hers and almost immediately slides his dick inside her pussy.
Shannon barely has time to gasp before she sees her tight white pussy get stuffed by this stranger’s big black dick.

At first it is just the tip, but then Shannon sees (and feels) Kwame feed the rest of his dark sausage to her pussy.
“It’s done.” Shannon thinks. “Now I too am a woman. Just like all my friends.”

As Shannon lies on the table in this stranger’s room, Kwame ploughs plows her pussy like it’s the first time he’s ever had sex.
He pounds into her with such vigor and passion. But the best thing is, Shannon never though it would be this good. She did know sex is pleasurable. Why else would people engage in it? But this is more than just pleasurable. This is great.

“This is why you white girls are so great.” Kwame moans. “Black girls need to be dated, have gifts bought for, all that stuff. But you white girls go straight to what it’s all about.”
“That’s right.” Shannon moans in her best slutty girl impression. “We know it’s all about the D.”
“Yeeaah.” Kwame moans as he pounds Shannon’s snatch. “And black D is the best. A real magnet for white chicks like you.”
“Oh my god. Does he really think that about my race.” Shannon thinks. “Good thing I only plan on screwing him once.”

After hearing him talk about her like that, Shannon just wants it to be over.
“Ugh, Kwame. I want you to cum so bad. Could you cum for me, please?” Shannon says, again doing her slutty girl impersonation.
“Mmmh, yeah baby.” Kwame moans. “I’ll cum for you, girl. Get your pussy ready. I’m about to blow a massive load inside you.”
“No no, pull out.” Shannon quickly tells him.
Kwame suddenly gives Shannon a weird look and asks, “What? I can’t cum inside you?”
“No, I …” Shannon starts. But Kwame interrupts her.
“I should have guessed. You want get fuck by a nice big cock, but you don’t want to black guy to cum inside you. Are you a racist?”
“What? No! This doesn’t have anything to with racism.” Shannon replies.
“What’s going on. What brought this up. I just don’t want to get pregnant, that’s all. God, he even stopped fucking me. Just now that I’m so close.”
“If you’re not a racist, then why don’t you want me to cum inside.” Kwame complains. “It’s because I’m black, isn’t it?”
“No, I’m not a racist. It’s …”
But Shannon can already feel herself doubt. Black people had to deal with so much racism. Most of it put on them by white people like her. Could it be part of her doesn’t want him to cum inside her because he’s black?
“Ok, fine. You can cum inside me.” Shannon says, relenting to her white guilt as well as the need for a climax.
Kwame’s expression changes immediately.
“Thanks, babe.” And he gets back to fucking her.
“Christ, what am I getting myself into?”

Shannon leans back on the table, resigning herself to the fate of getting her pussy creamed.
“It’s to prove I’m not a racist.” She tells herself. “Just let him cum inside this one time. Then nobody can ever call you a racist again.”
A few moments later, that’s exactly what she gets.
Kwame shoves his dick all the way inside her, makes a few grunts and then Shannon feels her pussy fill up with his semen.

The sensation of orgasming inside her triggered a miniature orgasm inside her. For a moment she is only aware of what happens in her cunt.
“Oh, yeah.” Kwame moans. “That’s some good reparation.”
“Uh, what?” Shannon asks.
“Nothing, babe.” Kwame says. “You’re a good white girl, that’s all.”
Then Kwame pulls out of her and starts putting his clothes back on.
“Whew. Thanks babe. You were amazing.” Kwame says.
Shannon slides off the table and puts her own clothes back on. She got what she wanted. A little bit more too. Hopefully not too much.

When she’s fully dressed, Kwame hands Shannon a note.
“Here, my phone number. In case you want to have some fun again.” Kwame says with a dirty smile.
Shannon puts the note in her pocket and says, “I’ll keep it safe. See you later, big guy.”
Shannon then exits the room, leaving Kwame behind.
The moment the door closes behind her Shannon sighs, “What have I done?”
Whatever, by now her friends should be done screwing around with Tiffany’s boyfriend.
Time for her to get her phone and meet up with them again.