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Chapter 10

Hurry outside or stay and make a plan?

Get out of there!

Still quivering slightly from before, Tara wasn't quite sure she was ready to go another round with her newly sensitive body. Still, there was a part of her that knew she just had to sit and wait and she'd get stuffed full of white cock, and that thought proved harder to ignore than she'd have liked.

For no reason other than Jim had said to, and without fully understanding why that mattered, Tara paused just a moment to strip off her white bra. Grumbling about his hurtful comment about her tits, she gathered up her discarded pants and panties. Her shirt was a few tables away, however, and she couldn't spare the time. She only had a matter of seconds to scurry out the front door in time to disqualify herself for the sexual free use clause she had written into the notebook. The man opened the door and she barreled through it, crashing into his chest.

With his hand on the door, he remained standing. She looked up at him, cheeks burning so hotly she wondered if he'd even be able to see the blush. She was completely naked, pressed against him, and his hand fell to her waist, which made her shiver. His pale green eyes captured her own dark browns and she swallowed. Why were all these white boys so damn hot?

"Um. Excuse me, sorry." she said, inching away from him and backing away from the cafe.

He frowned as she retreated, but devoured her with his eyes just the same. "Hey, you sure you don't want to come in?" Then, he added as if not quite used to saying such things, "I bet you love the taste of white cock."

Tara bit her lip but shook her head. She did, she realized. She did love it. She loved everything about white cock. God, she wanted to go back inside and just let him have her, but she knew that was a trap. "Sorry!" she managed, and then turned away with effort...

...and came face to face with a crowd of about eight people, staring. But, she noticed with a touch of disappointment, they weren't staring at her.

Jim had a very naked Sandra standing in the middle of the sidewalk, her breasts cupped in her hands. He was fondling her gently, brushing his thumbs across her hardened dark nipples. Overall, it looked tame, almost affectionate, but Sandra was panting like an animal. Mouth open, eyes lidded, moaning like she was getting railed right there on the sidewalk. It made Tara very wet just to watch. A few of the on-lookers were filming it with their phones.

Jim stood with his head close to Sandra's ear, speaking too softly to be heard over the moaning girl. Sandra would occasionally nod emphatically in agreement or understanding.

The cafe wasn't exactly in a remote location, so a steady trickle of people wandered by from both directions. They all stared at Sandra, but some of them also took notice of Tara where she stood clutching her underwear and a pair of jeans to her chest, trying to cover herself without dropping anything.

She could hear some of them talking about her. "Hey, check out today's brown sluts at Espresso Cafe!" and "Oh wow, she's totally wild. Just think how she'd scream from a proper fucking!"

Tara felt her blood run hot in her face and loins. She'd never been so embarrassed in her life, but she couldn't deny it turned her on. She'd been stuck between shielding her body with her rumpled pile of clothing and exposing herself for a moment in order to get dressed. As more people strolled by, and some phones came out to snap pictures, she realized the sooner she got dressed the better.

With a groan, she dropped everything but her panties and bent to step into them. The sound of cameras snapping pictures echoed loudly in her ears and she prayed to every god she could think of that they couldn't see how wet she was.

What happens next?

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