Michelle's Story: Intimate Interracial Relationships

By KC Douglas

The consequences of an interracial relationship were obvious for Michelle and Marie Kelly, as both women were having babies. When the news came out about Susan having his baby, Sarge was the happiest man in the world because Susan was remaining in his African country. Suddenly three intimate relationships surfaced, as Michelle belonged to Sarge’s son, Kato; Marie Kelly found her devoted lover in Mosi and Susan vowed to be with the man of her dreams.

• Language: English
• Publisher: KC Douglas
• Release date: Mar 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311325396

KC Douglas

I started reading erotic stories a few years ago and found many of them to be very unbelievable, as well as written poorly so I wondered if I could do better. I have written many stories and posted them on a few story sites, which has given me great satisfaction when readers send me wonderful feedback. After receiving many nice comments from readers, I decided to give publishing a try and I am hoping to give readers a rewarding experience by reading one of my books. I fully immerse myself in each story and hopefully that intimate feeling is portrayed in each of my books. The enjoyment received from erotic stories can give a person many minutes and hours of personal enjoyment and hopefully my books do that for readers. Many of my books are pure erotic fantasy... I think... but then again I won't admit what parts come from personal experience. Yes, I have had affairs in my life and in my marriage, but hopefully they have made me stronger and happier. I can't describe the enjoyment I get from writing and will admit that it has been kept a total secret from my family and friends.

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Michelle’s Story – Intimate Interracial Relationships

By K.C. Douglas

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Copyright 2015 K.C. Douglas

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MICHELLE'S STORY – INTIMATE INTERRACIAL RELATIONSHIPS

By K.C. Douglas

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Author’s note: I wrote this story for a special person and I hope to do justice to her fantasies... or experiences! All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Sarge had never felt such compassion or devotion towards another person, especially a woman. In his world, men were considered superior and women were almost treated like second-class citizens. Suddenly he was smitten, so to speak, by an American goddess. His views and practices were abruptly modified and Sarge considered Susan not only a ravishing woman, but also his equal.

Sarge rolled his head to the side and glanced at his sleeping beauty. Her face was etched with a perpetual smile, which radiated to everyone around her. Sarge's family readily accepted Susan even though she was his mistress and strange enough his wife didn't mind.

The arrangements meant Zelda received all the luxuries of living with a politically powerful man and she didn’t have to satisfy any of his radical demands. She found it very satisfied raising four children and ensuring they enjoyed the rich city life over that of the rural African village she came from.

Sarge looked at Susan and he felt more content than ever. Doctor say everything looked good. It must have happened right away... the first time we make love, he whispered. Is there a chance...?

Susan cut him off before he could finish the question. It is yours... without a doubt. My husband hasn't touched me in weeks. We haven't had sex in weeks, she responded. The bastard is screwing his secretary, but I don't care anymore.

His arm was around her and Sarge pulled Susan into his waiting body. She rolled onto her side and the front of her body came flush against Sarge's. Something became very noticeable and paramount for both. Susan felt the obvious hard prick push against her belly and she quickly shifted her body upwards so that the end of Sarge's cock grazed her pelvis.

One instant the long, hard cock rubbed against her heated tummy and the next it was between her legs. The flared head hit the tip of her slit and swiftly slipped through the soaked crevice, as it raked her tender clitoris. Her entire body jerked in reaction to the deliberate caress and suddenly her breathing stopped.

Susan felt the head slid backwards about an inch. The meat hit her directly at the core and it slipped inside before she could take a breath. She didn't dare move, as she was in the most vulnerable position, and fully realized that Sarge would take her. He kissed her on the forehead and tenderly guided her head until they were cheek to cheek. I want you... more than anything in the world, he whispered in her ear.

Suddenly she could breathe. Oh, dear gawd, you're inside... deep inside of me, she moaned, trying to regain her breathing. Yes... dear gawd, yes!

The bed was the biggest she'd ever been in. Sarge wrapped his arms around her torso and deftly rolled onto his back. She remained glued to his body and the only thing that changed was the way Sarge's hips moved. He thrust his powerful hips at her and made sure his ramrod was buried to the hilt at the peak of every thrust. Then he rolled onto his side and held onto Susan, as he continually pumped his hips back and forth.

Sarge rolled again and this time Susan found herself on the bottom. He showed no mercy and no kindness was asked for by the woman who suddenly had no stamina. Her sanity had long since departed and Susan glared up into Sarge's dark, demanding eyes when she felt the end approaching. There was something wrong with her hips, as they thrashed wildly from side to side on the firm mattress, and she abruptly lost control.

Every time Susan shifted to the right, Sarge drove downwards with a dire passion, driving her ass into the bed. She rebounded and so did Sarge. Susan deviously tried moving to the left, but Sarge was out of control by this time. He drove downwards with all of his might and again her ass sank into the bed, only to slam back up at the madman. The damn burst and Susan raced towards the finish line with her heart pounding and her breathing ragged and sporadic.

Just as she managed to regain a measure of control, Susan sensed Sarge's telltale sign of ejaculation. His hips jerked wildly and the burning lava filled her delicate womanhood yet she welcomed the man's climax. Her arms were wrapped around his thick torso and each time Sarge thrust downward she thrust up to meet his desperate lunge. Her orgasm was nonstop and to her dismay Sarge took forever to empty his vast sperm bank.

His body was covered with sweat. Sarge gently rolled off his white goddess and enabled her to breath easily again, as he hugged her against his exhausted body. Strangely his show of compassion was something Susan wasn't used to and it made her feel loved and cherished. We visit village often... every week. You see sister every week and make sure she alright, Sarge said.

Thank you. I promised Marie that I would be there for her... look after her, Susan said. It won't be easy for her in a foreign country, but I'm sure your family will make her feel at home.

You not worry. Doctor stay in village entire time and he be there for sister and Michelle. He good doctor... very good doctor.

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Months past. Michelle lived with Thema and Baako in the African village and she hardly got to see her husband. Rodney was forced to leave the country right after he found out that Michelle was pregnant, as his job required him to travel from one country to another. He managed a visit back to Sarge's country about once a month and each time he longed to stay with Michelle until the baby was born.

Rodney had no idea of the living arrangements in the village, as Michelle stayed with him in one of Zuberi’s homes during each visit, and she didn’t volunteer any incriminating information. He merely assumed his wife had a room to herself and never suspected she would be in a sexual relationship.

It was during his last