Blacked

By Ron Dawes

Huge black men take spoiled, bitchy ice queen in front of her husband.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Dawes
• Release date: Mar 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310870217

Ron Dawes

Writing these stories provides me an outlet to express my innermost fantasies. I love hearing from readers who have been moved by my stories. Feel free to drop me a note anytime. Many of my stories are based on my fantasies. Some of the stories are based on the fantasies of others that have contacted me. But all of them are fantasies. We have no control over our fantasies, and many of them will always be just that; fantasies, not real. I don't necessarily condone the behavior of my characters; some of them are a bit lecherous, I'm afraid. Some are rowdy. And some might just be a little nasty. But it takes all kinds. I believe that men, deep down, have a strong need to worship and adore their lover. I believe that women, deep down, have a strong need to be worshiped and adored by their lover. Most of my stories reflect those beliefs.

Book preview

The first thing that struck me about Christie was her incredible beauty. She was, and still is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. But after you get past that, there’s something else that sets her apart. It’s hard to describe, but it’s almost as though she’s descended from royalty. She carries herself as though she’s entitled to anything and everything. She doesn’t need to ask for anything and everything, because, after all, she’s entitled. She doesn’t need to express gratitude when she gets anything and everything, because, after all, she’s entitled. You almost feel like you owe her thanks for allowing you to give her anything or everything, like she’s doing you a favor. I can’t imagine anybody on earth who wouldn’t be out of their league with her.

She was in a club I sometimes hit, along with a friend of hers. Her friend, Beth, would have commanded my total attention had Christie not been there. Beth was fantastic looking, with long, blond hair, peaches and cream skin, white teeth, and a great figure. I found out they had just graduated from SMU and were celebrating. At 28, I figured I was probably six years older than them. Beth was very friendly and outgoing, while Christie was aloof; not icy, just aloof. She would engage in conversation, but not start it. While she seemed uninterested in me, she didn’t appear self-absorbed either. Just kind of blasé, as though she was bored with it all.

I had always been a lady’s man, but never had been interested in a monogamous relationship. From the moment I saw Christie I was totally at her mercy. When I stared into her pale, blue eyes, there wasn’t another woman on the planet. At the end of the night, she agreed to see me again, but she didn’t appear excited by the prospect. She never seemed excited by anything, almost as though she had seen and done it all.

When I met her parents, it became clear why she was so beautiful, and why she felt a sense of entitlement. Her parents were incredibly good looking, even at fifty plus years old. It was obvious that her mother had been just as beautiful, in her day, and she still had a stunning figure and beautiful smile. Her father had been a star quarterback at UT, and still had a very athletic physique. Because she had attended SMU, I expected that she probably came from a wealthy family, but I had no idea how wealthy until I visited her house.

Her family lived in one of the largest mansions in Highland Park, and had the trappings of extreme wealth. Her father owned a huge capital management firm, and had branches all over the county, which he visited in his private jet. Christie owned an extremely expensive car, though it appeared she rarely drove it. Anything she wanted, she bought, using a credit card that her father paid for.

Even though she had graduated, she showed no interest in getting a job. She had a very nice apartment, paid for by daddy. She seemed to spend much of her time at Brook Hollow Country Club, the most elite club in Dallas, working