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Subject: {ASSM} Colors {ShadowCleric} (M/F, Interracial)
Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2001 19:10:05 -0400
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I haven't posted here in a while, but rather have concentrated on my web site,
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/shadowcleric/www. Here's a new story for you all!

Comments Welcome!


Colors
By Shadow Cleric (shadowcleric@visto.com)

Jack was mad, raving, flaming mad. He didn't usually get this mad, but
it had been a bad day to begin with, and this was the final straw. He
had checked his bank balance from the office and it was off, way off.
First Union, the bank he used, had been on his nerves for a few weeks
already. Botching a transaction here, losing money there, but now he'd
had it. He stormed through the doors and found an open teller. Keisha
Samson didn't see it coming. It was only her third day on the job and
when she caught Jack Miller's angry glare she froze in place. 

He tore into her good and loud. He waved a printout in her face
demanding an explanation, but none could be found. The printout matched
what she had in her computer. She typed, digging through information,
trying desperately to appease the wildman at her desk. She couldn't find
a thing to help him or her. 

Jack screamed, swore and finally threw the paper down and stormed off.
He climbed into his car and started the engine. 

"Fucking nigger bitch!" he swore. 

Then he stopped and killed the engine. Did he just say that? He held a
hand over his mouth in horror. He looked around. No one heard him. But
he had said it. Jack restarted the engine and headed home. 

Throughout the entire trip, Jack's epitaph rattled through his head.
He'd never thought of himself as a racist, but there it was. He'd said
something that couldn't be interpretted as anything but racist. He
parked his car and closed the garage. He paced around his house trying
to make sense of what he'd said, and why he'd said it. 

He had grown up in white suburbia. He worked in a predominantly white
office. His neighborhood was also lacking in diversity. Was he a racist
or just unexposed to a more diverse section of society. He shook his
head, not able to comprehend what he was thinking. 

He sifted through the mail, trying to clear his head. He'd found a
letter, it was his paycheck. Opening it, he found it was a real check,
and not a deposit notice. That was why his balance was off! 

"Oh shit. I ripped that poor girl a new one and she didn't do a thing
wrong." he whispered to himself. 

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Keisha Samson was upset, really upset. Her boss had sent her home early,
seeing as she couldn't compose herself properly in light of Jack's
anger. She flipped on her apartment lights as she entered. As she
stripped out of her coat she turned on the shower. 

"Who the hell does he think he is?" she muttered, pulling off her shirt
and slipping out of her skirt. 

She was undoing her bra when the phone rang. Dropping the lacey top to
the floor she jogged over to the phone, ample black breasts bouncing
heavily. 

"Hello?" "Keisha? You OK? I just heard." It was Sandra, her friend and
the person that got her the job. 

Keisha sat down, brushing the long braided locks of hair out of her
face, "I'm fine, just a little upset. Bob sent me home with pay,
fortunately he doesn't fault me in any of this." 

"Well, that's good. Just relax tonight and have a good weekend!" 

"I'll try." Keisha giggled and hung up the phone. 

She stood and pulled her black panties off and took a moment to admire
herself in the full-length mirror beside her bed. She had a lean,
african goddess look to her. Muscular and trim, the only noticible fat
on her body was in her large D-cup breasts. Her skin was the color of
milky coffee, making her the lightest shade of brown in the family. The
chill of being naked has set her dark black nipples erect and sensative.

Keisha jumped into the shower and tried to wash the day away. She soaped
up her body and cleaned every nook and cranny. She shampoed her long
braids, getting the dirt out of her scalp. Finally she took out a razor
and shaved her legs, armpits and, finally, trimmed the pitch black hair
of her pussy. She wasn't paying much attention and shaved it a little
further down than normal. All that was left was neat triangular patch
around her firm dark skin. 

She was getting out and starting to dry when the phone rang again.
Dripping wet, she ran to the phone again. 

"Hello?" 

"Um...yes...is this Keisha Samson?" 

"Yes." She didn't quite recognize the voice. 

"This is...um...Jack Miller. We sort of met today." 

Oh shit, Keisha thought to herself. What the fuck does he want with me?
At home no less. 

"Listen, I know this isn't exactly proper, but I just wanted to
apologize." 

"OK..." Keisha was still nervous. 

"I was a complete fuck to you and...well...it wasn't your fault. I found
the error and...aw hell...I'm no good at this." 

"Mr. Miller, I understand. I accept your apology." 

"Thanks." his voice relaxed, "Can I make it up to you? Buy you dinner or
something." 

Keisha was starting to get nervous again. What if this guy was a
complete nut? 

"Well, I don't know." 

"That's fine if you don't. I know the owner of 'Chez Place' and I can
get us seats, even on a Friday night...Isn't that kind of close to your
place?" 

He has my address too! Keisha was feeling panicky. 

"OK, Mr. Miller. I'll meet you there around 5:30." 

Jack gave a sigh of relief. "Great, I'll see you there." 

Keisha clicked off. Why had she agreed to meet him? Better to meet him
in public than on my doorstep. He seemed genuine enough and she'd been
wanting to go to Chez Place for some time, just never had the cash on
hand to do it. She found a nice evening dress, sleaveless with ample
support to show her nice cleavage. 

Once she had everything in order she started out the door. She stopped
for a moment to call Sandra. She told her what was going on and to check
in on her later. She gave Sandra Jack's full name, just in case
something went wrong. Sandra wished Keisha luck and hung up. 

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Jack Miller was nervous. 

Why had her asked her to dinner? Was that necessary? He couldn't get her
out of his mind. Keisha's strong build and sexy dark eyes were burned
into his memory. He dressed hurriedly, finding a nice tie and sport
coat. He sped across town wondering if she'd really show up, or blow him
off. What if she called the police think he was a lune? He didn't know,
until he pulled up and saw Keisha standing outside the restaurant,
looking for him. He straightened up and walked over to her. 

"Thanks for coming on such short notice. I know this all seems a little
weird, but I just felt so bad about today." 

He doesn't look like a psycho, but then what do they look like? Keisha
wondered to herself. 

"We'll see how you feel after Lobster Thermadore and an expensive bottle
of wine," Keisha chuckled, trying to keep the mood light. 

Jack smiled and walked her in. He spotting Francis, the owner and he
showed them to their table. It was secluded enough for them to talk
comfortably. Jack continued apologizing and Keisha only smiled. They'd
started into some light chit-chat, when Keisha broke a more serious
topic. 

"Where did you get my number and address?" 

"Huh? Oh that. The phonebook." 

Keisha smiled and sighed. Of course. He's not some freak stalking her,
just some guy that feels bad about what he's done and wants to atone for
himself. He was more sensative than most men she knew, and smarter than
most of the dates she'd had in a long time. Date? Keisha wondered to
herself. Was she on a date with some guy she hardly knew? And a white
guy at that. What would her mother say? 

"So, what do you do Jack?" 

Jack went on at length about his job, obviously proud of what he
accomplished. Keisha smiled at his confidence, it was charming, no it
was sexy. She was starting to feel something towards him. Jack too was
feeling something. Keisha's smile spread from her lips and into her
eyes. She had such beautiful features and her trim, dark body seemed
like a mystery he needed to explore. 

True to her word, Keisha got the Lobster Thermadore and Jack found a
great wine. Dinner was superb and the wine was soon drained. The two sat
and talked at length for quite a bit longer, sipping coffee and getting
to know each other a little more. 

Jack glanced down at his watch, "Wow, I probably should let you go home,
huh?" 

Keisha smiled and reached out to stroke his hand, "No hurry." she
purred. 

Jack smiled and took her hand in his. The color contrast was striking,
he'd never been this intimate with a woman of a different race. 

Keisha looked up at him, "Take me dancing." 

It wasn't a request and Jack shot up and paid for dinner and then headed
out. 

Keisha held him close, "Take me to Bailey's." It was a downtown club,
known for its tightly packed dancefloor and intimate music. 

"Parking's gonna be a bitch with two cars." Jack whispered, his face
close to hers. 

"Follow me home and we'll take your car." Keisha breathed. She was
trusting him now, fully. 

She scampered to her car and he followed. She'd reached her apartment
and told him to come up. He sat down in her living room as she went to
the bedroom to change. Keisha didn't take long to change into a short
black skirt and white blouse. 

She twirled for his appraisal. "Better?" 

He reached for her, "Much." but as he reached her, she flitted away. 

"Ah-ah...Dancing first..." 

He frowned, but led her out the door and into the car. Keisha was
impressed with the leather interior on Jack's Lexus. It felt soft and
cool against her legs. It didn't take long to get to Bailey's and, it
turned out, parking wouldn't be an issue, everything was valeted
tonight. 

Jack got them both drinks and found themselves a table. He'd pulled off
his sport coat and the humid air of the club was making the fabric of
his silk shirt cling to his muscular chest. Keisha found herself staring
admiringly at his form. She hadn't noticed how built he was until now.
She shifted uncomfortably as her cunt wettened at the thought of Jack
naked. 

"Let's dance." Keisha pulled Jack to the dance floor. 

It was obvious to anyone that looked, that Jack had no idea what he was
doing. Keisha merely laughed and pulled closer to him. Their bodies
pressed into one another, the friction increasing their mutual arrousal.
Base thumped and the rythm continued, the wine and music blurring
everyone around them. Jack took a hand and wrapped it around the back of
Keisha's neck. Pulling her to him, their lips embrassed in a long
passionate kiss. The african goddess responded in kind, running her
hands down his back and over his muscled arms and chest. Their embrace
was finally broken and they stared into each other's eyes. 

"Wow." whispered Keisha, "That was...I don't know..." 

"I know." smiled Jack, "I know." Their lips locked again, bodies
grinding. Jack's hands slid down Keisha's back and over her firm,
muscled ass. Jack's erection was now obvious to his dance partner. 

"You know," whispered Keisha, "I find dancing one of the best forms of
foreplay around." 

Jack could only smile, nibbling Keisha's neck and rubbing her ass with
hungry strokes. 

"Gentle love. I'm not wearing anything underneath." 

"You mean..?" 

Keisha nodded, "Does it turn you on that you could take me here and
now?" 

Jack smiled and kissed her, tongue probing her sweet mouth. They
continued to make out, oblivious to the crowds around them. They danced
for several songs until Keisha could take no more. 

"Take me home, love. I'm ready." 

Jack tried to drive like a sane person, but failed, horribly. 

They finally got back to Keisha apartment where she pulled off his shirt
and began kissing every inch of his hardened chest. Jack slids her
around, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. His hands
undoing her blouse and pulling it free. 

She stood there, clad in only a white bra and panties, her breathing
barely controlled. Jack was taking off the rest of his clothes, until he
was fully naked before her. She smiled, admiring his full body,
especially his thick, engorged member. 

Jack scooped Keisha up, and took her to the bedroom. He pulled her bra
off, releasing the pent-up melons. He took one in each hand and suckled
them gently, nibbling each black nipple. 

"Oh Jack...Enough foreplay...I need it now...fuck me now!" 

Jack grabbed her panties, and tore them apart, exposing the red, swollen
flesh of Keisha's pussy. He'd never seen a pussy like it in his life,
but he knew what to do with it. Pulling her legs apart, Jack pressed the
tip of his erection into Keisha's black depths. They made slow,
desperate love as Jack's cock slid deeper and deeper into his lover's
body. Soon he was bottoming out with each thrust, her head tossed back,
moaning with delight at his mastery of her cunt. 

White cock against black pussy they fucked each other for what felt like
an eternity. Finally the goddess gripped her satin sheets, as the
blissful bubble of pressure within her broke, and orgasmic waves washed
over her. 

Jack couldn't restrain himself any longer, his balls tensed, then
exploded his white seed deep into Keisha's still quivering hole. She
gasped as each thrust splashed around in her womb, tickling and exciting
her, a second orgasm erupting inside her. 

Slowly, gently, they parted bodies, but then rejoined as their slick
bodies cooled in a post-coital glow. 

"I've never..." whispered Jack. 

"What lover?" 

"I've..." he was about to say that he'd never made love to a black woman
before, but stopped, realizing it didn't matter. "It's nothing." He
kissed her neck and ran a hand down her toned back. His hands played
with her ass and then down to her soaking wet cunt. Kiesha sighed and
opened herself up to his attentions, her body still hungry for him. 

Jack's cock swelled again at the sight of her luscious ebony body.
Laying atop her, he slid himself back into Keisha tight cunt. She
kneeled up, pressing into him as they found their wild cadence. Like a
jungle cat, Keisha growled as Jack rammed into her ass from behind, long
braids dangling into her face. She could feel her large breasts,
bouncing pendulously up and down her chest. The heat within her was
intense, she'd never made love like this, never this intense. Jack was
holding his own, reveling in the control he felt, fucking Keisha like a
wild beast. 

Suddenly the phone rang and Keisha remembered that Sandra was supposed
to call and check on her. 

"I...need...to get...that..." 

Jack let up on her slightly, but continued a slow, steady pace, not
willing to give her up yet. 

"Hello?" Keisha was breathing heavily. 

"Hey babe, everything alright?" it was Sandra. 

"Yeah...Everything's....alright...Ugh!" 

"You sure?"" 

Ugh! Yeah! Great! Call you later!" 

"OK if you say..." 

Keisha dropped the handset to the cradle and bent her head low. "Ugh!
Yeah...fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God yes!! Yes. Please don't stop..." 

Keisha's body surrendered to another orgasm. Jack quickened the pace,
fucking her limp body like a man insane. All too soon it was over.
Jack's white cock erupted it's fluid into Keisha's body, adding several
ounces to the deposit he had left there a few minutes ago. 

Jack rolled off, kissed Keisha firmly, then closed his eyes. After
visiting the bathroom, Keisha grabbed her cordless and went into the
living room. The last thing Jack heard before drifting off to sleep was:

"Sandra...you won't believe what I just did!" 


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