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Interracial Profiling Gone Wrong, part II

Date: 2/24/2016, Categories: BDSM, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: closedguard23, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

room are you staying in?" "Uh... 8... 827..." Together we walked down the hall. She wobbled as she walked, holding on to my right arm for support. Her legs were weak and walking in her "stripper" heels made her gate awkward. We came to the door and she knocked. In a minute, the door clicked open and we went in. As we went through the door, I saw her friend was walking to the other side of the room with her back to us. She hadn't checked to see who was at the door; she was expecting her friend. She was still in her party dress, but barefooted. She was smaller than her friend with long, wavy brown hair. It went down to the middle of her back. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall and weighed less than 105 pounds. "What took you so long?" She said. "How about a drink?" I said. The friend whirled around startled by the unexpected male voice in the room. Her brown eyes were wide open as they fixed upon me. "How about you make us a drink." I said again this time nudging the thoroughly fucked girl on my arm and pointing at the bottle of wine on the night stand. "Huh? Ok..." she said dreamily and wobbled over to comply. "Your friend and I met in the hallway. Sheapologized for the rude way she acted in the elevator in the lobby. She invited me over to meet you." "Ashley?" The brunette said. "Huh? Oh... Yeah. That's right. He's really something..." She was still dazed as she poured the wine into the two wine glasses on the night stand and then took a drink straight from the ... bottle. "What's your name?" "Annie." She said abruptly without looking at me, keeping her eyes on her friend. Then she went on, "Ashley?" She spoke in a tone more like, 'What the hell were you thinking bring this black guy in our room!' "It's alright, Annie," I said. "Ashley and I've gotten really close in the last few minutes. Haven't we Ashley?" Ashley chuckled, took another drink from the wine bottle and nodded her head in agreement as a big smile grew on her face. "I still don't feel comfortable with him in here." Annie went on looking exasperated at Ashley. "Why is that?" I said exerting my presence. "Can't be in the room with a black man?" Annie was caught off guard for a moment, not knowing how to respond. "No! It's just... You're wearing a robe." She said finally. "Oh. Well I was just about to go to bed when I saw Ashley in the hall. But it's not like I'm naked or something." Ashley started giggling as she handed me a glass of wine and then gave Annie the other one. Then she sat down on the bed in between us and took another drink from the bottle. She was already d***k--in a sense--from our sexual experience, which was more profound than she'd ever experienced. The long drags from the wine bottle were also having an affect. Ashley lay back on the bed with her long right leg hanging off the bed, high heel dragging the floor and her left leg up on the bed. (She was really tall for such a slender lady; probably close to 5'8".) Her dress was riding up high on her slightly ...