1. Sara's Protégé


    Date: 3/30/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: EricasDreams, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    gently grinding my hips into him. His gaze intensified, answering 'Yes' without words. After a final kiss our embrace broke as I started on my way, our hands reluctantly pulling apart. I peered out his door, my suite key in hand and ready for action. It looked clear, so I ducked out and moved quickly to my suite. Instinctively I turned the knob as I grasped it, and it was unlocked! I realized Emilie must not have left yet. I tried to keep quiet, to slip into my room discreetly, but immediately Emilie rushed out into our living room (as we jokingly called our middle room) following me into my bedroom. "Where the hell have you been?" she cried. "I was worried sick!" "Ohhh, Emmi! You know you don't have to worry about me!" I assured her, "But thank you for doing so. You are the greatest friend I could have." I was genuinely moved by her concern. "Well...you just disappeared with no word at all. That's not like you! We were in the lounge, and I expected to hear you come in a little after I did, like you said you would. Then nothing!" she chastised. She gasped: "And look at you! Oh, goodness. Look at you!" Her hand was on her cheek, her mouth agape. "You look and smell like sex. Oh my God!" I blushed, and then nodded as I gazed to the floor. "Who?" she inquired with an impish grin. I did not answer. "Tell me, Sara!" she insisted. "Emmi, think about it. Be honest," I advised. There was a moment of thunderous quiet. "Oh, my God...Kal?" she muttered, her hand covering her mouth. I ...
    nodded 'Yes'. "Please don't tell anybody!" I urged. "I would like our privacy respected." "Of course, I would never..." she said. "That's amazing! Funny, because when I went looking for you last night I heard others in the corridor joking about noise coming from Kal's: "Sounds like Kal has a victim!" But it didn't even occur to me to make the connection! How did it happen?" I sat down with Emilie on the edge of my bed, and then described what happened after they all left the lounge. She held my hand as I recounted our meeting, my head coming to rest on her shoulder. She listened intently, and I could tell it turned her on. "That's so incredibly hot!" she whispered. "You are so gorgeous and he is a total stud...it must have been amazing." "It was! So sexy and spontaneous. Hotter than words..." I whispered. "It must have been...like I said you look and smell like a pile of orgasms!" she observed shaking her head softly. "Hot!" "It was the most intense experience of my life. He turned me on so much! I gave him the hottest blowjob ever and he came inside me three times. And so hard and heavy! So, it's no wonder I look and smell the way I do - we were on fire! You're holding the hand of a newly initiated black cock slut!" Emilie giggled, put her arm around my shoulder, then gave me a squeeze as she kissed my forehead: "I don't mind holding you...the thought of it is hot. I would have been scared!" "I WAS scared," I explained. "What I felt was so intense...unsettling. But now I feel ...