Hailee

Tommy Parker was never what someone would call the classical "ladykiller". He honestly wasn't looking to be one either. That's just how it happened. Ever since he was a black teenager, he seemed to get the hot white ones and go through them like tissue paper.

The story was always the same. For the first few months, things were great and new. After that though, things went downhill, and did so fast. It wasn't like he was expecting constant perfection and for that Honeymoon period to last forever. Far from it. It did however, seem to him the white girls he'd dated expected all the work to fall on him to maintain things. Or maybe that was just how he saw. Either way, the result was the same, he never dated a white girl for more than two or three months.

Until now. Tommy's job was a guitarist. Either in studio as a session guitarist or a hired gun on tours. That's how he met Hailee Steinfeld. She was on tour and for some reason needed a guitarist, though from what he'd heard her pop styling's didn't really call for it. However, a job is a job and if he hadn't taken it, he never would have gotten the one white girl who lasted more than sixty days.

It began small. Mutual flirting and stolen glances. It quickly escalated to sneaking off and finding someplace private to ravage each other. Before too long, any pretense of keeping a secret was long out of the question; everyone on the tour knew exactly what was going on.

That was almost a year ago. The tour was over, and the two were still together. Hailee was a first in the life of Tommy Parker. Wedding bells weren't about to be rung by any means, but there was a big step the two were about to go through meeting the parents.

That was the current plan for the two young lovers. They were riding in Tommy's car on a beautiful afternoon. The destination was the home f his parents. This was the first time he was bringing a white girl home to meet the parents. He didn't want to play it off as a big deal, but Tommy was definitely tense, something Hailee could easily detect.

"Sweetheart, calm down," Hailee said, her arm on his shoulder. "Nothing to be nervous about, okay?"

"Yeah yeah, I know." he replied. "I'm just dreading the stuff I'm expecting. You're going to see all my baby pictures, hear all the worst stories..."

"I promise not to laugh too hard at baby you playing a toy Ninja Turtles guitar. A couple giggles and one guffaw, at most."

"Oh, very reassuring Ms. Steinfeld. That just about cures all those thoughts of the worst."

"Well, that's what I'm here for," smirked Hailee. "Well, among other things." She saw the smile on his face, but Hailee knew he was still tense. She looked at the road. The only things she saw were trees and green fields to go with the blue sky. Other than that, they were alone on the road. Then the idea came to her and her smirk grew to a wide grin.

Tommy looked over to her white girlfriend, knowing all to well the look on her face. "What are you thinking?"

"Oh, you know. A little bit of this, a little bit of that...and a whole lot of fun." She reached her hand over to his black crotch and unzipped his hand. She fished out his cock and began to jack it, getting wet as she felt his dick hardening in her hand.

"Fuck, Hailee," he groaned, leaning his head back.

"Shhhhh, eyes on the road honey. Just relax, let me take care of you." That's exactly what she did, keeping her man on edge as to what she would do next. No movement was wasted. Slow and sensual pumps, her thumb teasing the underside of his black cock mixed with quick jerks.

Then Hailee turned things up a notch. She leaned over, her head now in Tommy's lap and took his black cock in her mouth. This got an immediate reaction from her black boyfriend.